#if they do not give us little snacks i shall be disappointed

[thistransient]

It's that time again...

[majorproblems77]

LU Update! So welcome back to the analysis corner with me!

We have another LU update! Called Moving forward we see the heroes leave the town and make their way to the location that Sky found. With learning a little more about the team as a whole.

With 10 pages there's a lot of information to work through so I hope you are sitting comfortably

As always Linked universe (LU) belongs to @linkeduniverse and Jojo, I own none of the pictures I'm using and please give the original post some love. It's very well done and I love this comic so much.

You can find the comic here!

And as always there are spoilers abound for the most recent update!

Now sit back, grab some water and snacks and let's do this!

So before we get started im just gonna say that the brain cell is pinging around this lot so much that I'm bound to miss some stuff. But I shall try my best to get everything I wanna say said.

It was only some of you, captain, dont forget that.

(Oblatory look at my blorbo picture, he's so sweet. Blorbo blorbo blorbo)

Okay I'll behave this time

(No i won't)

I can understand the concern from the captain, as a captain from the army during a time of war secrets are dangerous. He's probably thinking if Twilight has concealed this what else has he concealed.

And then we get snarky wars again

I missed the snarky captain, he's wonderful.

Also the line about double duty, Come on captain, you know full well that patrol is an important part of a group dynamic like this.

This also confirms that the group have had encounters with monsters outside of what we've seen. As the line from wars about missing fights implies that they've fought a bunch of stuff. But we've only really seen wolfie in a fight back in the sunset arc.

Twilight fondly mentioning Midna, I'm so proud of him.

These two are the goddamn brothers ever and I love them dearly. Also, the knowledge we are about to be given about how this works is very exciting.

The brothers ever

All of them

Twilight thinking Wild had more than two brain cells. I love him. And the hug? The hug gives me life.

Also the captain, the captain is a point to talk about here. This feels like an accusatory sentence. The "You dont say?"

Me trying to figure out how time travel works in LU.

Legend, why are you so grumpy about this? Like he looks angry to hear this.

Four thinking about the implications of this sentence. I can literally hear the brain cell bouncing as it pings from hero to hero as they try to figure out this time travel thing.

Wind is a small bean as well look at him. The youngest I love the eyes.

Ahh, so thats the explanation. A spirit wolf that helped guide him on his journey which he trusted so much that he thought that the wolf he saw here was just another spirit until twi changed in front of him.

But this line from him is so sad. "Right after my resurrection" and "we both would have known the grave." This feels like as a person wild is at peace with it but doesn't want others to have to go through what he did. He's a chill dude and i love him for that to be honest.

Meanwhile, my blorbo Sky is out here trying to get actual work done. This is 10/10 the sksw dousing experience if you've not played it. You just swing the sword around while it pings at you until you eventually find what you are looking for.

Fi is trying her best.

Lads all of you need to remember that not all of you have had things that perform transformation magic. Im surprised (But also not surprised) That Time doesn't have anything to say about this. Like my man has used a tone of different transformation masks that change him into various different things and has one that turns him into a god.

The magic users ganging up on the non-magic users, like please behave.

Ahh Time, Time is the disappointed old man that has to coral a bunch of kids. And Wild is like the most kid of them all. (Tell me why I'd love to know! :D) (Which makes sense if we take LU to be at most a few months after the end of his game. Wild would be 18 at most.)

the sort of conversation you dont want to involve yourself in Time trust me on this one.

JUST SOME GUY WILD JUST DESTROYED TWILIGHT OKAY RIP

Feels bad for twi man he earned that title and to have it reduced to just some guy.

Wild is gonna get told off by Time if he ain't careful, that's his blood descendant right there and we all know he has a soft spot for him.

This is important, because I'm pretty sure most of them did at one point.

Another thing that appears to be a constant amongst the team is the need to conceal an identity. Either from them or them to others.

I'm not versed in all of their games so I can't go into full details but these guys ain't the only ones. Pretty much all of them have. The spirit of courage does love secrets, doesn't it?

Thats my blorbo and he's so sad help he

Blorbo blorbo blorbo

Give him a hug and reboot Fi and it'll be fine.

To echo the words of Time.

Curious.

Now this depends on what exactly Sky was dousing, was he dousing the portal, the helmet outside the portal? The postman even?

My money is on the helmet outside the portal, so that Dink came back into this timeline to retrieve it before leaving. But I may be incorrect on that account because Fi is able to track people as well as objects (Sksw would often have you tracking Zelda directly)

OHHHH

I was wondering how they were going to do it. But with Twilight able to track it they'll be able to use a combination of dousing and him sniffing out Dink's scent to be able to find him no matter where he might be.

It's so distinct, twilight you know by saying that you're gonna have some of these guys asking questions. Just wait for the next campfire story time it's gonna come up.

I can see Wind and Twilight having a conversation like this.

"What does Dink smell like?" "What?" "You heard me."

Oh he's so excited look at him!

Oh four.

I wonder if we are gonna have a four and Twilight conversation about this, with four's past he's understandably worried about the use of dark magic in one of his friends.

Oh come on legend lighten up, the child has never seen something like this before.

I'm glad Hyrule is coming in for his defence and all but 5 minutes ago Hyrule you were with Legend and saying to Wild that there's a load of items that do it.

Why is wind just so wonderful?

Look at him go!

Thats gotta be Wind, He's been so excited about this I can't see it being anyone else.

Bark Bark!

Wolfie beloved.

Im here for more brotherly content from the team, they are wonderful.

Now lets go find us a Lizard, or iron knuckle or whatever he transforms into next.

And thats all from me! I loved this update and there was so much to unpack I know I've missed stuff! But I hope you enjoyed it! :)

(Also apologies for spelling mistakes I'm sick rn but wanted to get this done)

Have a great day!

[creativestorylove]

Thank you, Lucilla

'Come on, don't stop walking, this is none of your business' I thought, while carrying food to Lucius, the nephew of our new Ceasar. The senate and him were holding the first meeting discussing everything important for Rome. They chose to gather around him.

I didn't dare to look, I had to serve Lucius some snacks because he didn't eat much for breakfast. I knew Marcus Aurelius' son wasn't so fond of working together with the senate, so I almost had to chuckle because I only heard Gracchus talking. With an amused smile, I entered the room of Lucius. He was playing with his wooden sword, and he was bored because he didn't have a friend to play with. "Lucius? Here's the food you ordered. Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked, bowing down to give him his order. He grabbed the sandwich and looked at me pouting. "I'm bored...stupid meeting, even my mum had to attend! Can you play with me instead?" Startled, I smiled. "I'm unfortunately not allowed to do that little man. But what I can do is hide myself, and you can seek me and find me coincidentally." My smile grew wider as his eyes lit up. I looked at him waiting, so he covered his eyes with his arm, eating his sandwich and muffling a countdown for me. Quickly but not too obvious, I went away through the large corridors into his playing room. I decided to hide behind the door. I waited a while until Lucius tapped into the room, looking around. I watched him grinning. I wasn't used to so much fun. Suddenly, he turned around, so I hid myself completely. "Ha! There you are!" he laughed and pulled me out of my hiding place. I chuckled and ruffled through his hair. "Very good." He smiled and begged me for another round. Having my work in mind, I grimaced and shook my head. "Maybe another day, little man. I have to do important work for your uncle. He's a busy man and needs help with some stuff, I'm so sorry..." He sighed disappointed but then smiled at me. "Thank you for playing with me. You may go now." I nodded, touching his shoulder and leaving for the kitchen again. On my way, I overheard the conversation of Gracchus and the Ceasar. "-and I shall hold them to my bosom and embrace them tightly," I noticed the Ceasar saying. "Have you ever embraced someone dying of plague sire?" Gracchus replied, taunting, disrespecting him. I held my breath and stopped to get the Ceasars answer. I watched the emperor turning around, letting down his sword he played with. His eyebrows raised as he looked at Gracchus, who was standing in front of me, facing him. "No," he paused, his gaze getting more dangerous and threatening, "but if you interrupt me again, I assure you that you shall." Gracchus understood the warning and bowed to him and left the firing line, letting the Ceasars gaze fall on me. Not able to move, I stared back at him like a deer in front of blinding lights. He detailed me annoyed but somehow curious, and before he could say anything, Lucilla turned him away from me, signaling me to go behind her back. Blinking nervously, I stumbled backward, and just in the moment I turned to go, the Ceasar looked over his shoulder to see me again. I held my breath. Lucilla laid an arm around his shoulders, not allowing him to look back. She distracted him and the senate, making suggestions for the solution of the problem. I did as she demanded and went to the kitchen. I felt my heart racing of fear. I wasn't allowed to listen and not even overhear something, and the young Ceasar was known for his unpredictability and anger. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, silently thanking Lucilla for possibly saving my life.

[apathynoir]

A birthday memory

see also: @justicefanged: "10. A disappointing memory!!!!!!"

today is november sixteenth. it is your tenth birthday.

your teacher—a nice young lady, tall, with brown hair—has gotten you a box of cookies as your present. they are coffee biscuits—a rare kind not seen within your deeprealm. you know she must have gone far to get them, and you are sure to tell her thank you when you receive them. 

some of the other house caretakers bring you things, too. the knight captain of the house's guard gives you a brand new toy sword. the material is wood, but the hilt is wrapped in iron and is cool to the touch. it makes you feel powerful, and he even humors you with a play spar out in the garden. you trip and fall on your rear, but you do not cry, because you are a big boy now. maybe nine year olds cried, but not you—the big one zero. the knight captain compliments you on your bravery, and you feel a little better.

the chief maid gifts you with a new tea set. she says that you have been very good about taking care of your old one, so she felt you deserved a real set to take care of. the set is made of porcelain and boasts a simple floral design. you feel like a proper butler-in-training with such a tea set and beg the maid to let you try it out with afternoon tea. chuckling, she obliges, and later you will serve your first cup of earl grey without spilling a single drop.

the chef offers to make you your favorite snack, but you decline and instead ask if you can learn how to make it yourself. you believe you are old enough now, being ten and all. the chef agrees with a chuckle and gives you an apron that is just your size, and you wonder whether this was secretly the plan all along. you do your best to be useful around the kitchen, and the chef teaches you her secret recipe for profiteroles that you will never, ever forget.

throughout the day, when you have free time, you seat yourself near the front door, waiting. all of these presents are nice, but you are expecting guests. you wonder when your father and mother will get here. 

your caretakers all seem uneasy and try to pull you away from the foyer. the captain challenges you to another spar, but you decline; you would like to keep your tea pouring arm strong enough to serve your parents when they arrive. the maid asks if you would like to practice pouring the tea to ensure perfection, but you tell her that you are certain you will do just fine. the chef suggests putting together some finger foods to serve with your tea, but you assure her that the profiteroles you made will be enough.

finally, the teacher, looking the most defeated of all, steps forward. she is holding a letter in her hand, and your heart sinks. this has happened enough times for you to know what this means, but you open your palm to receive the note regardless. you want to be absolutely certain.

“this came in the mail before we woke you,” the maid adds as you read the letter. “we didn’t want to tell you before you’d had a chance to have your birthday.”

you tune her out. you tune everything out. the letter, penned in your father’s impeccable handwriting, tells you everything you feared, but you can’t stop reading it like you’ve done all the others before it.

“dwyer,

wartime rages strong, my son. your mother and i wish with every ounce of our beings that we could be there with you for your tenth birthday, but hoshidan forces have caught us by surprise and have forced us to regroup.

this is a horrible letter for a mother and father to have to write to their boy, but there is little that can be done. not until we have driven hoshido’s forces back and can afford time to see you. i swear to you, it shall be the first thing we do as soon as we are able.

in the meantime, we have sent you a few packets of your favorite coffee. it is a pitiful gift, i know—but we will bring you something much nicer when we can come see you. please stay strong, dear boy. we will keep you in our thoughts every minute of every day until next we can visit.

all our love,

mother & father”

you stare at the note silently, having finished reading it ages ago. you don’t cry; only nine year olds do that. you are strong.

after an unsettlingly long period of quiet, you get up from your chair, citing a sudden bout of unwellness. nobody protests, but there is a hanging disquiet in the house that has suddenly become too large for you.

you walk past the empty classroom, down the empty hall, and up the empty staircase. you pass the empty bathroom and drag yourself into your empty room, crawling into bed (where you should have stayed, now that you think about it). you hug your teddy that was given to you by your parents for your fourth birthday and notice there is a ripped seam that will need to be fixed… tomorrow.

the bear smells faintly of the coffee grounds your father sends you each year when he cannot be with you. you told him that this flavor was your favorite, but really you cannot stand the taste of coffee in general. in time you will, but for now you only keep it because it is, in truth, his favorite, and the smell tricks you into believing he is there in your room, quietly wishing you your happy birthdays while your mother draws the curtains. your teddy, ever faithful, gives you the sweetest dreams when the disappointment of reality crushes you more than you are willing to stand. the smell is fading, but luckily you have more.

you are dreadfully tired, however, and cannot get out of bed to retrieve the grounds, or any of your other gifts. you will go get them later, you think. for now, you just want to take a nap.

hopefully, in your dreams, your father will be at the door with a gift in hand. perhaps it will be that chess set you wanted, and perhaps he will teach you how to play. you hope your mother will be there and she will tell you how big you have grown, but that you are still her little dwyer and that she will always see you as her baby. you want her to pick you up and spin you around, and then your father will come and give the both of you one of his famously awkward yet meaningful hugs.

you hug your teddy closer and shut your eyes tighter.

such a dream would be the nicest birthday present of all.

[elsaedelweiss]

Falken's Birthday and Day Off

Inspired by @olliedislytereal and her headcannon post, especially the part quoted below and with her permission! Here is my take on how a certain commander celebrates his birthday featuring a surprise guest.

"Ever the busy man, he hesitated to take the day off. He denied it a few times when offered it, but after a almost painful slap on the back and a laugh from Donar, he took the day off, although he swore it was because Donar might’ve broke his back. He goes out to a restaurant in the evening to relax, the whole day was spent eating snacks because Discboom took away all his work stuff for the day…"

You knock upon Falken's door mindful not to startle him. He lifted his head and saw you. "Good day, Ollie!"

"Good day to you as well, Commander Falken!"

"Please come in!"

You nod your head in thanks and step in closing the door behind you.

He gestured towards the chair in front of his desk. You thanked him and took a seat.

"So...what brings you to my office?"

"To begin with... Here's the report from the latest mission."

He gratefully accepted the report and placed it away for later filing. "Thank you! It will be filed and archived within the hour!"

You nodded and smiled.

He returned the gesture, his eyes showing a hint of warmth. You tried your best to not let the butterflies you felt and the warmth in your heart show upon your face.

"Which are the other topics you wished to discuss?"

"Am I that obvious?"

"You said 'To begin with'. This implies, as far as my humble knowledge about conversations go, that there's something else you want us to discuss."

"Commander, have I told you have the eyes and ears of a falcon?"

He let a brief smile flash underneath his mask. "So I have been told though this about the ears is a first!"

You laughed before managing to restrain yourself. "Indeed!"

"So... What is it you wish to talk about?"

"It's Discboom and Raven that are actually asking via me. They figured it would be easier this way without making you feel uncomfortable."

He tilted his head in curiousity, resembling even more a falcon.

You tried not to laugh. "They wanted to ask if... You would like to take the day off for your birthday."

He spluttered. "Excuse me?"

"They wanted to..."

"Sorry to interrupt you. I did hear you the first time. But ... Why would I want to take a day off on my birthday? It's nothing special!"

"Probably because it's a bit of tradition in the Union... And more importantly because you deserve it!"

He flushed but tried to hide it. You couldn't help to feel like he was glad that his dusky-coloured skin and mask made concealing his emotions easier.

"Please tell both Director Raven and Discboom that while I appreciate the sentiment and the offer... I shall have to decline. I have much work to do and so little time to do it."

"As you wish, Commander Falken!" You said trying to keep your disappointment from showing.

"Is there anything else you wish to discuss?"

"For now, no. Thank you for your time!"

He nodded. You got up and left his office, making your way to Director Raven's office to give her his reply.

Later during the day...

"So, Falken... I hear you declined the offer to take a day off!"

You lifted your head. Falken, who sat beside you, did as well. The two of you were pouring over financial reports.

Your commanding officer and secret crush lifted an eyebrow. "Is there a problem with that?"

"Not really!" Said his best friend and fellow Union member, Arcana. "Just that you do deserve to take a break you know! It is a special day after all!"

"I don't see why I need to take a day off just to commentate the day I was born... Especially at this time of the year when the Union needs all hands on deck."

"I'm sure the Union can handle any tasks that crop up during the day! Plus if we do need you, we can just call!"

"Why do so when I can simply be present and perform my duties? Besides... There are some tasks that require handling by a Commander."

"Touche!" Said Arcana, saluting with an imaginary sword. "I'll leave you two to your tasks then!"

With that he departed. Once he thought he was out of eye and earshot of you two he pulled out his standard-issue PHS. You used your enhanced Esper hearing to listen to the conversation.

"Looks like we need to employ the heavy artillery!"

You lifted an eyebrow. "I wonder who's the 'heavy artillery'..." You thought to yourself before resuming your tasks.

After your lunch break...

You were walking down to Falken's office, a stack of papers needing his signature under one arm. "Hey Ollie! Wait up!"

You turned around... Only to almost drop your stack of documents upon seeing Donar, a fellow Union member and one of the commanders come charging down the hallway like a freight train and speeding towards you. You steeled yourself for the inevitable collision...

Donar slowed down and stopped in front of you. You mentally breathed a sigh of relief. "Hello, Commander Donar!" You said mentally congratulating yourself for not letting your fear show.

Seriously, how can people be intimidated by Falken when it's Donar who they should be more mindful of...? Not that your commanding officer and secret crush couldn't be intimidating. But still he didn't risk running you over every time he came charging towards you!

"How are you?"

"Well, I guess," you said aloud, almost timidly. "Especially since I didn't get ran over..." You thought.

Donar laughed, almost rattling the windows. You couldn't help but wonder if he always had such a bellowing laugh or if being blessed by Thor had given him one.

"You're so cute at times! Where are you heading?"

"Towards Commander Falken's office."

"Would you mind if I join you? I'd like to talk to him a bit."

"Sure."

Together you went to Falken's office, you keeping an eye to avoid getting crushed by accident. You knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

You opened the door and came in, letting Donar enter as well. Falken lifted his gaze from the document he was working on. He looked a bit surprised to see his fellow Union member and commander but quickly recovered. "Ollie, Donar... To what do I owe your presence at my humble office?"

"I came to leave these for you, sir!" You said and stepped forward to leave the stack at his desk.

"And I would like to talk to you for a bit."

Falken lifted an eyebrow. "What for? Also can it wait? I need to go and submit a few documents to Director Raven!"

"Let me guess ... Does it have something to do with the latest reports?"

"Yes."

"Well then we're in the same direction! And I can talk to you on the way!"

Falken looked puzzled. "Alright!"

Together the three of you left his office and walked towards Director Raven's office. You walked behind the two commanders, curious yet somewhat sensing what Donar wanted to talk about.

"So how have you been, Falken?"

"Well. What about you, Donar?"

"I'm doing well myself! Have you considered what you'll be doing on the 20th of November?"

"Working as always!"

"Really? Isn't that day your..."

"It is but it's nothing special! All hands must be on deck including mine since our busy season!"

"You really think that?"

"Yes."

"Falken... When is the last time you've had a day off?"

Falken fell silent

"Exactly! You need it too, you know! Plus you deserve it!"

"But..."

Donar laughed and slapped him on the back, making his fellow commander stumble. You couldn't help the empathetic and involuntary wince. That must have hurt!

"Don't worry about the tasks involving Commanders! Me, Li Xiao and Gabrielle can handle them! Go and take a break, man! You more than deserve it, especially on your birthday!"

"Perhaps I might ..." Said Falken, resisting the urge to rub his back where Donar slapped him. That man could seriously break his back!

You reached Raven's office. Falken knocked on the door. "Come in!"

He opened the door and let everyone in. Raven rose to her feet to greet everyone.

"Commanders Falken, Donar! Chief Ollie!"

"Greetings, Director Raven!"

"What brings the three of you here?"

One by one you submitted your stacks of documents and discussed work. Donar was the first to finish and left. But not before he threw a glance at Falken, winked and smiled.

Raven rised an eyebrow. "What was that all about?"

Falken took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. "Director Raven... Is it too late for me to reconsider the offer about the day off?"

"It isn't." She said with a smile. "I'm just curious... What made you reconsider? You were quite adamant when we last spoke via proxy."

"Let's just say that a certain fellow commander might have contributed to that... And since I'd rather not risk having my back broken via slap..."

Raven tactfully covered up her laughter. You barely resisted the urge to laugh as well. "'Heavy artillery' eh?" You thought.

Raven pulled out a copy of the request for day off document. Falken filled out the blank spaces and signed the paper. Raven added her signature and stashed the paper.

"Enjoy your day off and happy birthday in advance!"

"Thank you and I'll try." With that he bowed and left.

Raven turned to you. "I trust you'll make sure he doesn't spend the day doing nothing!"

"Rest assured, Director! I have a plan at the ready!"

Raven smiled and dismissed you.

Falken's Birthday

You arrived at the complex holding Falken's apartment with plenty of time to spare. Beside you on the passenger seat lay several bags with festive decorations and patterns and two featuring the logo of his favourite restaurant. You parked and undid the seatbelt before getting out and circumventing the car to pick up the packages. The guard at the complex greeted you and let you in. He knew who you were as Falken had informed them who to let in several months ago. Plus you had visited several times before due to work. You made your way up the stairs to Falken's apartment and rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Falken! Ollie!"

The door opened. "Ollie! What are you doing here?"

"I came to wish you happy birthday! Can I come in?"

"Sure! And thanks I guess..."

You stepped in his compact yet elegant apartment. Falken closed the door behind you. "Did Discboom sent you?"

"Nope. I came of my own accord. Why?"

"Because when I tried this morning to log into my work folders and do some work I found out that Discboom had taken it away and blocked access. I asked her why and she said that on my birthday, I'm not allowed to work! I asked her what I supposed to do and well... She said not to worry."

You smiled. "Leave it to Discboom to do that!" You thought.

"What were you planning on doing?"

"Given that I can't work... Spend the day eating snacks."

You smiled. "Mind if I join you then? I've even brought something to go along with the snacks!"

"Of course! Make yourself comfortable!"

He said and walked to his bedroom to get changed. You grinned and put down the bags to undo your shoes and put on a pair of slippers. Once done you picked up the bags again and arranged the food on the table. He came back a few minutes later.

"Whoa!"

"Surprise! I thought I'd bring some of your favourite dishes!"

"Thank you!"

He gratefully sat down and took a fork from you. The two of you dug into the food, enjoying the food in silence. You had even gotten two slices of his favourite dessert much to his pleasant surprise.

Once you were done, you put the forks for washing and disposed of the containers. He lifted an eyebrow upon seeing the rest of the bags. You grinned and let him open and check each one.

"Happy birthday, Falken! May the new year in your life bring you much joy, happiness, fortune, good health and plenty of good memories!" Read the first card. "With regards, Discboom!"

He pulled out the present and undid the wrapping. Inside was a collection of his favourite songs from his favourite groups. The next was from Arcana who wished him to be a little less uptight in his upcoming year and to have more fun! His gift was a painting of his favourite memory - him and his parents during the best time of their life. The third was from Donar, who had gotten him a collection of ornithological atlases and a pair of binoculars for birdwatching.

Raven's included a ticket for Gyrate's biggest mineral, gem and rock formation exhibition. Mona had gifted him a set of games that focused on trivia, especially minerals and birds. Gabrielle had gifted him with a hunting set including a tent for camping. Li Xiao had gotten him a lovely figurine of a falcon descending upon its prey made of amethyst. The last bag was from you. He lifted an eyebrow and you winked.

He undid the wrapping. Inside was a collection of minerals and stones tucked away in neat transparent containers. He looked up in awe. "These are the ones I'm missing from my collection..."

"Happy birthday, commander! I recalled you said you were missing a few gems and minerals from your collection when we spoke about favourite gemstones. So I went ahead and got them for you!"

"You shouldn't have... Still thank you!" He said and in a rare moment, hugged you...Moments later he let go, rubbing the back of his neck and trying not to blush. You didn't notice as you were trying to not let him see how flushed you were.

"So... Besides snacking... What else were you planning in doing today?" You asked trying to sound casual.

"Any suggestions? This is quite new to me..."

You spent the rest of the day playing games, listening to music, enjoying funny movies (you didn't know that Falken loves Mel Brooks) and going to the park. In the evening, you went to his favourite restaurant to enjoy a meal and relax.

Around midnight you left after wishing Falken a good night. As you went home, you couldn't help but recall the brief hug and blush. You could only hope that Falken enjoyed his birthday as much as you did his company...

[odestou-nivo]

"Dean's little game" - April, 2020.

"... and now Karl wants to go back to Turkey, but I don't know if traveling for some snacks it's worthy, like there's no way those get shipped here, sadly. Anyways, how much does one have to crave something to prepare a suitcase for it?" Lucas snorted and choked on his cola making his older brother chuckle. "Careful there, man." Chris laughed at him.

"I mean, I don't blame him, I would totally pack my shit only so I can get a pair of shoes." Lucas wiped his chin and nose with a paper towel as he commented on his obsession with shoes.

"Okay shoes are understandable since they might come in limited editions for certain areas, but snacks? those candies have existed since his grandmother was still a baby, it doesn't make sense to m-

"Father, I want to go to work with you," Silence sat on the dining room. Dean realized then that he interrupted his older brother and immediately felt panicking, so he stood up. "I'm sorry Chris, I didn't mean to interrupt you, but I am very nervous." Chris looked at him, amused, but ended up for nodding lightly, brushing it off.

None of the reactions were as he expected; fearful faces and frowns but he was more aware of his father’s expression: doubt.

"I'll give you the opportunity to explain your sudden outburst." His father was never severe nor abusive, he was a very good man with strict principles and very loving but when it came to business talk, he had to stay firm. If his own son decided to step into that world, he needed to be prepared for what he would see.

"As you all know I have always been interested in father's family tree, it goes all the way to seventeen hundred and how it became more and more powerful through the years, it's all very amazing. I have been thinking lately that, sadly by sitting on a desk and learning through the books about it I won't ever come to truly appreciate how that growth is showing off and that combined to how much I want to give back to you, father, for saving my life and being so considerate. I want to show my gratefulness to this family and work for you and to honour the family's name. I am very aware of what I'll get to do the moment I get into it and how much my life will change, but I am one hundred percent sure that it is what I want and so, I expect a positive answer and a successful outcome of it my dear father." Dean awaited.

Moments paused of thick silence and minimal movement. This was the first time any of them showed interest in that side of the family, since none of them wanted to take part in the dirty job as part of the preparation towards being a full time worker for the mafia, but Dean was ready to risk his sanity to get what he wanted.

"I will allow it; you will come with me. You will start by learning how to use guns." He beamed.

"I'm so thankful for this opportunity father, I will not let you down!" Dean awkwardly bowed with a bright smile and sat down while Lucas ruffled his hair with pride.

"But," Everyone stopped breathing "You'll have to get a gun on your own. You shall make your own moves. Asking your uncles is not allowed. I don't care if you must kill someone for it, you'll gain your armament by yourself, understood?"

"Understood."

Dean felt the adrenaline run through his veins.

Next morning, 5 AM.-

Dean sighed as he sat on his bed and reached out for his new journal from under his pillow where he always kept his sketchbooks, was it uncomfortable to sleep like that? Not at all. He would often wake up with cramps in his neck, but he decided that hiding a certain side of him was better than disappointing his family. Some things are better kept in secret, he thought.

He clicked the pen thrice and started writing.

Step 1.1: Get a gun.

• Contact Gabriel.

Three clicks to the pen, he closed the journal and put it back under his pillow. He put the covers aside and stood up on the cold wooden floor as he started stripping his clothes and threw them inside a basket. He turned back and made his bed like every morning.

Dean felt comfortable with nudity, he liked being naked by his own and to be able to feel the freezing cold morning breeze enter through the open windows and hit on his body. He felt euphoric with the cold weather, but he could not get too high from the feeling. He had a plan that he needed to follow and settling down was a must. Hot boiling water would do.

"Hey so, I know you drove Chris to school for several years," The driver stood silent but nodded. "I know you know where Gabriel lives and I want you to take me there." He commanded. He hated ordering his family's workers around as he believed everyone was deserving of an equal kind treatment, but he knew the driver would only want for all the kids to be safe and would sometimes deny some requests. Nonetheless, the driver was the only one who knew where Gabriel lived by the moment, so be had to be severe.

"I'm sorry Dean, I cannot do that." There it was.

"It was an order." The older man clenched his jaw and started the car. "Please stay safe." he mumbled; Dean felt like scoffing.

"When have I not been safe?" He was acting petulant, and he knew, because his family always protected him but only he knew what he was capable of.

After two hours of driving around the city, they arrived at a countryside, an only floor house that was about to fall in the middle of nowhere, the nearest neighbour was at least seven kilometres away, Dean knew why. He stepped out the car, leaving all his belongings there — except for his phone — and walked towards the entrance of the house where there, sitting in an old chair, was an old woman sunbathing with a bowl full of clementines on her lap. Dean softly smiled.

"Good morning, ma'am, warm sun we're having today, aren't we?" The woman opened her eyes and smiled back at him.

"It's summer season, the fruits are falling like pouring rain. We are witnessing the best side of this life, aren't we?"

"I agree ma'am, I hope you enjoy your clementines," He smiled once again. "Chris McCoy." he flatly said, and the woman nodded after recognizing the name.

"McCoy family" she stated. "Gabs is down, you can enter, one of my grandchildren will accompany you. Did you bring something?" Whoever heard that would immediately think they were in trouble for visiting a house with empty hands, but he knew better. "Completely naked this time grandma." she nodded and opened the door to the house behind her. She then took a smartphone from her gown's pockets and dialled a number.

"Kai, come and escort this kiddo to Gabs." she hanged up. In a matter of seconds, a very tall guy appeared in the front door, dressed like he hadn't left the house in two years.

"I'll take it from here, thank you ma'am" Dean bowed towards her, and she waved her hand, dismissing them.

Both teenagers entered the house and closed the door behind them, Kai motioned for him to walk in front of him as he took a gun from a table nearby and loaded it, he complied. They went towards the old kitchen where Dean felt the smell of fried chicken in the oven and some recently cut cheese on top of the counter. "Our grandma loves to cook in this kitchen, she says that the other ones around feel too industrial for her taste." He nodded. Lovely home, but he knew that in the corner there was a huge elevator that would take them to secluded areas. Gabriel's family was no joke, they were very professional, while his own family kept a drug-dealing business, Gabriel's family liked overseas dealings better, but it often brought a lot of trouble with organizations from other countries, and althought it was annoying, they thought it was classy, Chris once commented as he made fun of them a couple of years ago.

The elevator was simple and cold, the opposite to a welcoming hotel elevator but it was okay. Kai didn't make him feel nervous. He couldn't say the same from his uncle, Gabs.

There was a total of three floors, each one of them covered a ratio of ten kilometres around the area, Kai told him. Dean knew that Gabs family's fort was big, but he never thought he had a whole city down there.

They arrive to the minus third level and walked through passages that were basically mined holes in the dirt with some lights so people could see the path. It was very humid, and the floor was more mud than dry dirt. Dean cringed at how his thrifted Dr. Martens got ruined. They walked through some people for a couple of minutes, no one glanced at them not even once, yet they all mumbled High sun, Sir Kai.

After a couple of minutes, Kai opened a door and entered a capsule where he pushed some buttons. The doors closed behind them and a white spray from the sides washed them both. "The rocks inside the tunnels have a lot of mercury so we have to get sanitized every time we get to enter a room. Let's say we were already prepared for the pandemic." he chuckled. Am I going to get cancer for this gun? Oh god. The doors from the other side opened and he saw what looked like a normal living room, a sofa, a TV, some stairs by the side, a fridge, coffee machines, just a rest area. On the couch there were three people, the tallest of them got up and got closer to them. Gabriel.

"If it isn't my favourite cousin and... a friend?" The man hesitated and Dean bowed his head.

"Good morning, sir Gabriel, my name is Dean McCoy from the McCoy family, younger brother of Christopher," He dared to look at him "Or should I say high sun sir Gabriel?" the mentioned smirked and motioned for him to go sit on the couch. Dean bowed once again and twice and thrice when he met face to face Gabs friends. They only stared at him in silence. He sat down on the other corner and Gabriel sat on the single couch on the front.

"So, tell me Chris's lil bro, what brings you here?" The man crouched towards the centre table, took a cigarette from a little crystal container and lighted it on, he had the decency to blow the smoke to the side.

"I want to work for you in exchange of armament." Dean stated, straight to the point. Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

"And you came to me?" Dean stared at him. "I see, he's making you work from down huh? Mhm... a McCoy child working for me... sounds tempting but... just how much do you know about this world even? I don't want to send your body in a box as a surprise gift to your Papa. I don't feel like having trouble these days you know." the man laughed. He felt belittled, he hated it so fucking much.

"I know every single drug dealer in this city, I can make them sell your products with only one command" he offered, and Gabriel contemplated it.

"How about... There's a rave tonight, if you go and sell a forty percent of what I give you, you'll earn whatever you want. No other business, just forty percent of the products, what do you say?" Dean for once felt glad to be part of his family and to be loved by them, because Gabriel knew how much more power his family had than them, they just didn't show it around like other organizations. He knew that Gabriel knew. I'm here only because my father told me to work for my shit, he thought.

"I agree."

"Wonderful" The man beamed as he turned the cigarette down on the skin of his arm.

Step 1.2: Sell drugs at the rave.

The rave is based in an old videogame: TYPROP or The Void. A Russian videogame, it was very famous after its release in 2007 2008. The game basically is about what's after death and that is The Void. Don’t forget the year!

 Colours are a very fundamental thing in this game, depending on what colours you get into the game, your whole world can change, and it might sometimes lead you to the end of it. Use this information.

Dean sighed after writing down important information on his journal and left it where it belonged. He had to prepare an outfit for that night. Thank you past me for buying trendy clothes, he thought.

His phone notified him of a message, unknown number: Palos Verdes, 1am :)

"In fucking Torrance, that bastard..."

When Dean saw the text, he knew he had to go towards the beach, but he was not very familiar with raves — to not say not familiar at all, he had no idea what that was — he thought there was going to be some type of nightclub near the place, but he saw people dressed just like the videogame characters. Then, he knew, that there wasn't any nightclub, the rave was a party in a beach cave. Nothing surrounding them more than rocks and salty breeze. Dean felt like dying right then and there.

With a deep breath he started walking towards the caves by following a group of friends dressed up in similar rave gear as him and seemly very high already. He was careful with his steps.

After leaving Gabriel's house he went to a coffee shop and researched about this videogame and whatever subculture related to it, turns out it was more complicated than what he thought it was. It wasn't a subculture but more of like an aesthetic for... weird people, he thought. There was a very high chance he either sold all the products or he was left like a complete foul, he hoped for the former. I'm so close to go get a new journal, some crystals and start manifesting this shit.

He got nearby and saw a lot of people dancing in silence, all of them wearing headphones and moving weirdly, probably already high on whatever substances. There was no DJ, no sounds, just people moving in mass, Dean felt weirded out, but he had the perfect idea.

He went near the guys that were giving out the headphones and he put them on, instantly listening very hardcore psytrance music that made him a little dizzy, but he got used to it after a few seconds, he enjoyed it. He got his phone out and airdropped an image to twenty-four other phones, more than half of the people there.

"I have all the colours you want and need, come to me and I'll provide." and send, cringing at himself. He did not believe it would work at all.

Five seconds later most people started looking at their phones and started mumbling "Colours? Who has colours?" Dean heard and smirked.

"And that's how I sold everything last night." he beamed at Gabriel.

The tall man called him at seven past fourteen and asked him to go report himself immediately to his office and he did. How the hell did you sell everything in one night with no previous experience? He asked once Dean entered the room with Kai behind him and his usual gun.

"I told you I knew every single dealer in this city, I listen well to my brothers." he did not lie.

"But you said you knew them, not that you had experience actually dealing the products!" He shrugged.

"I don't actually have any experience, my only focus my whole life has been studying, I'm just quick-minded sir... that and I have the best role models, after all I can't deny the impeccable image of the McCoy family, I must be at the same level." He offered a cordial smile and Gabriel scoffed.

"Well done kid, you did better than most rookies, so you gained your price. Come with me." Both got up and got out of the room — not without sanitization first — they walked through the tunnels in light chatting and entered another room. The walls were filled with all types of armament, Dean felt excited.

"I'm going to let you choose whatever you want, after all I owe your brother a lot more than he owes me. I think I can spoil his lil bro a little bit for him."

As if I need it.

He walked around a bit and there he saw an old revolver, simple and effective, just what he needed. "I'll take this one."

"Oh? just an old M1911? Weird choice but I won't judge." Dean giggled.

"I need to prove something more than actually use it. I need to prove that I earned it." he explained.

Dinner was ready, his mother called. He left his history book aside, put on his slippers and went downstairs with a heavy weight on the back of his jog pants.

Minutes passed and everyone started filling the kitchen space. His mother and the cleaning maid put all the side dishes and pots filled with boiling soup on the table before his brothers went straight to eating not even waiting for their mother. Wild animals, he thought.

"Father" he called as soon as everyone was there. He got the revolver from his back and put it on the table. He looked at the old man with light expression yet determined eyes.

"I see, well done my son." the man ate a piece of steak. "Tomorrow you will come with me, just one day and after that you will start with the dealing." Dean nodded.

When do I get to do the dirty work? He wanted blood on his hands, he wanted- calm down, he thought.

Save the excitement for later, it's a price for the right moment. 

Dean saw his fantasies as cookies after dinner, he needed to wait for the right moment to deliver his all. He knew he was wrong, he was sick, but he didn't mind. He wanted it but he would accept it when it came. He can be patient, very patient. After all, moves needed to be calculated.

My family and even my family's enemies think I'm interested in the dealing business, that's exactly what I wanted.

That night he recompensated himself by imagining more of his fantasies and sketched out another one of his visions. Just one.

Drip drop.

The next morning came in a rush. Every family member and even the workers of the house were rushing left and right and sometimes even in circles. Dean was not the exception, he forgot he had a math test that day and was studying since 5AM but dozed off and woke up again at 6:49AM. He had to be in school in nine minutes.

He ran to the bathroom, brushed his teeth as he heard his brother Lucas taking a shower. He then ran back towards his room to dress up with the uncomfortable school uniform as he swallowed his daily vitamins and tried to not spill the juice on the carpet.

Midway towards the building and already in the bus, Dean accepted that he was late and would have to stay after class to clean whatever area was needed.

When he reached the gates, he greeted the school gatekeeper and said his name out loud so the worker could write his name down on the list.

"Seems like we will be cleaning together McCoy." Oh no.

He did not turn around; he could perfectly recognize the voice of the boy that deserved everything bad in this world. The gatekeeper asked for their names and told them to wait there for a minute as he wrote them down.

"Aren't you excited for today? We can..." The taller boy got close to him and whispered in his ear. "Bond." Fucking disgusting, Dean thought. If only I had my revolver with my right now, or better, my fucking knives collection.

"No answers?" Dean started walking after being told to go to class. He decided to ignore him completely, he was not in the mood to sense the smell of his disgusting mouth. "You're going to get punished for being a brat Deannie, you're going to taste my shoe in your mouth so brace yourself" Mike walked to the opposite way and Dean finally breathed in and out normally.

He felt so fucking tired.

Shit. Literal human shit in his mouth on the tip of Mike's now destroyed expensive shoe.

"You went to the length of wasting a pair of Jordans for me?" Dean teased after throwing up the feces. "That's considerate, isn't it?" His hands got previously smashed by his bat and he couldn't even cover his face, they were not broken but the pain was numbing.

"Aw, you like it. I asked my friend to take a shit for me, Aaron, you know the nerdy guy. Maybe this way you'll be able to finally express yourself. Aren't you an artistic one? Shit is what you are, and shit is what you represent you fucking filthy pig." Another shoe full of shit hit his mouth that was coincidentally open as he was trying to pace his breath. He choked on the disgusting hard leather again. He felt his lunch coming up through his system. He needed to puke. So, he did.

"Vomit? Are you fucking serious McCoy?" Mike took the shoe out of his mouth and proceeded to hit him on the face with the same foot. Dean fell to the side as vomit came out of his mouth and tears out of his eyes. He felt exhausted, he wanted it to stop. This is too much, isn't out there any teacher to help me? Anyone?

"You're going to pay these fucking shoes, fucking bastard." Another hit and another one and another one and suddenly the vomit was replaced with blood, he didn't know where it came from, but the pain came from his throat and his jaw.

Mike eventually got tired and stopped. Dean could barely keep his eyes open due to the pain, but he tried his best so to not become vulnerable in front of his bully. As he struggled, he saw the taller guy taking a cigarette out of his backpack and smoke it besides him as he silently observed towards the doors of the gym for if anyone came in.

"My dad cancelled my credit cards, no more black card for Mike." He speaks about himself in third person, is he fucking stupid?  "... And this Saturday there's a frat party with the baseball team of the college I'm supposed to go in. I need money and you owe me for my shoes so this Friday I want you to come to school with a delivery for me, a package full of money for my alcohol, got it?" He kneeled and pressed the cigarette to his clothed leg burning his skin. Dean screamed in pain. "Twenty-five hundred bucks."

Dean – in the middle of his desperation – thought to himself, I've decided the third step.

Step 3: Give Mike his money.

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2021: October 29th

Day 29: Period Sex || Gender Swap || Food Play

Oberyn Martell

The brothel owner fidgets under the intense stare and motions to the line of girls that are waiting behind him. All beautiful, all in various states of undress but none of them are you. “My prince, as you can see, we have a variety of other beautiful whores who would love to satisfy your needs.” He offers, looking back at them. “As I have said, she is not-”

“She is always available to me.” Oberyn corrects him, ignoring the women behind the portly man after little more than a cursory glance. You were the one he had come here for. You were the one he saw every time he came to this brothel. “If it is a matter of unseating her off of a cock, I will buy whatever poor man loses use of her cunt two whores as a replacement.” 

“It is not so simple.” Wringing his hands, he looks ill at having to deny the prince. Something that he was sure never happened, but he had chosen the wrong week to come indulge. “She is- it is her monthly bleeding.” 

There is a moment of silence and a second where the brothel owner believes that will satisfy the prince before the man in front of him starts to laugh. Amused chuckling is a more apt description. Laughing at him and his words. The owner frowns but Prince Oberyn is quick to inform him of what he finds so funny. 

“I have four bastard daughters and spent years in the fighting pits of Meereen.” He purses his lips and lifts a brow at the other man. “Blood does little to dissuade me.” He pauses and his tone hardens slightly as his eyes go flat. “Bring her to me in my normal private room.” 

****

“Oberyn.” You step inside the room and the door is pulled closed behind you. You had been ordered to bathe and present yourself to the prince by a very flustered and frustrated Jeraon. The owner of the brothel did not like that Oberyn only wanted you. “I apologize for keeping you waiting.” 

There is always a table that is laden down with snacks for the prince. He smirks as he pops a berry in his mouth and chews on it as he walks towards you. “Dove.” There is a teasing sparkle to his eyes. “I was afraid that you didn’t want to see me.” 

That’s a lie and both of you know it. You grin and shake your head, reaching out and running your hand up his firm chest and around the back of his neck. The heavy gold chain around his neck is warm under your fingers. “That would never happen.” 

His kisses manage to take away your breath every time. All you can think about is his lips on yours, his tongue sliding against yours while you taste the fresh sweetness of the berry from it. You hum and kiss him back eagerly before you break away and guide him over to the bed. “Shall I use my mouth?” You smirk while you start sliding to your knees in front of him. “Since you are unable to fuck me?” 

Catching your arm, Oberyn tuts, shaking his head and giving you a very disappointed look. “Unable to fuck you?” He huffs. “Has my cock shriveled up? If so, my toes are cocked up and I am to be buried in the sands of Dorne.” 

You freeze slightly but Oberyn uses that to bring you up onto the bed, laying you down and settling  himself behind you while he starts to pull at the thin, gauzy dress that hid little. Your only nod towards your condition was the heavy clothes that are tied over your cunt rather than leaving you bare like you would normally be. 

Never having experienced a man wanting to fuck you through your monthly you find yourself hesitating. That has Oberyn pausing, his brow furrowed slightly. “Do you not wish to?” He asks, his large hand resting over your womb the warmth from his palm radiating through the thin cloth. “Are the pains too great?” 

Your brow wings up, surprised that he would care about such things or even know about them. Most of the men who came here gave you the impression that most men knew very little about women beyond fucking their cunts and being given sons or daughters. “No.” 

That smirk makes men and women fall at this man’s feet, it shows up now and makes him look even more handsome than he always is. You don’t understand why he comes back to you over and over, but he does and you are so very happy that he does. 

“Good.” His hands are eager and your own eyes slide away with embarrassment when he discovers and removes your cloth, leaving your cunt bare. Hands sliding up your thighs, he looks down at you and shakes his head. “Don’t be embarrassed Dove, it is as natural as fucking, showing that you are not carrying a bastard.” Hands leave your thighs and reach for the back of his shirt to pull over his head. 

Your eyes come back to him, if only to drink in the lines of his body and you remind yourself of what he has told you about the four little girls he has. Bastards all of them, but he is pleased with them and claims every one of them as his proudly. Shucking his breeches, his hard cock juts out and makes you bite your lip. 

He’s good at fucking. Never failing to make you cum, although you don’t know how your body will react to having sex now. Your legs fall open and you expect him to hover over you, sliding into your body and start fucking you. 

“Oberyn!” You cry out in shock and grab his shoulders when he slides lower. Lookin  up at you with a wicked grin. His mouth hovering mere inches from your cunt and you try to close your lets, but the wide breadth of his shoulders keeps them splayed open. “I- you can’t.” Huffing and rolling his eyes, he ignores you. “You always love when I use my tongue.” He argues and your entire body burns with heat as you sputter at the fact that the fucking prince of Dorne was about to lick your bloody cunt. 

“Ob-” Your last protest cuts off in a cry, when that skillfully sharp tongue of his carves a wet path through your folds. You know you are clean, you have just bathed but still the wickedness of this makes your eyes squeeze shut and your legs try to close around his head. He huffs, turning and nipping your thigh in warning while those large hands push your thighs apart and farther back. 

He’s messy with it. It might just be a figment of your imagination but it sounds like he’s slurping and sucking with even more glee than he normally goes about giving you pleasure. It sounds wetter, you feel wetter, although it can’t all just be your blood. You whimper when he sucks on your clit and there are two fingers pressing inside of you and curling up. 

He’s a fearsome warrior. Battled and dueled all his life, you’ve heard the stories. Blood doesn’t bother him but this is your blood. From your cunt. Still he licks and sucks and nibbles on your flesh as if it is any other time. 

“Stop thinking about it and cum, dove.” Oberyn commands from between your thighs and you cry out when he presses directly against that little pleasure spot inside you ruthlessly. That and his words throw you over the edge and you obey him. Feeling your blood slick walls clamp down around his fingers and there is another rush of hot liquid that has nothing to do with blood and everything to do with the burst of pleasure that is cresting through your body like a tidal wave. 

Just because you cum doesn’t mean that the prince is done with you. Instead he wrings every drop of pleasure he can from your body. Keeping his lips wrapped around your clit and his fingers working your cunt. Only until you are squeal and gasping for mercy does he pull away. Mouth pink and fingers covered in cum and blood. That hand wraps around his cock and he uses it to lubricate himself while watching you pant and catch your breath. 

“See?” He lifts and brow and smirks at you. “Nothing different but a slight metal taste.” He tells you while he shuffles between your thighs. “But you are so sweet, sometimes tangy is a good thing.” 

You bite your lip and moan when he slides inside you. It’s different, more intense and you pull your legs back around his trim hips. “It helps the pains that come too.” He murmurs, pressing his mouth to your neck and you can smell the coppery scent of blood but it’s not as sharp as you imagined it would be. 

Rather than kissing your lips, he kisses along your neck as if he knows you aren’t quite ready for something like him kissing you with your own blood on his lips. All while his hips shuffle forward and back, rocking into you at that steadily rougher pace that you loved. 

Growling when you wrap your legs around him, he rocks into you harder. Your hips start rolling with him, meeting his thrusts and he chuckles, biting down the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “See?” He grunts. “Feels good, no?” 

You mewl and feel your body priming for another orgasm. Panting out his name and holding onto him while you tighten your thighs around him. Listening to the slick sound of his cock drilling into you and knowing that when he pulls free of you, his cock will be covered in your cum and blood. 

“Oberyn.” Your back arches and you give over to the sensations. Freeing yourself of the worry and only concentrating on the sweet drag of his length in and out of your swollen, sensitive cunt. Making him groan when your walls tighten down around him again, thrashing under him while he drives into you, fucking you through your second orgasm. 

It only takes a few more hard thrusts before he is groaning your name, pushing himself deep and flooding your womb with his potent seed. Riding out his high and humming before he pulls out of your body and flops down beside you, not bothering with getting up to clean off right away. “I told you, dove.” He pants out. “Nothing wrong with sex while you bleed.” He rolls his head over at you and grin, making you laugh. Even if you have to agree with Oberyn. 

“Only with you, my prince.” He hums happily at that, and pulls you into his arms. Now you know that this is going to be something that you will indulge in with him. Only him. 

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[writer-akihiko]

Hello!

Ikemen sé request

the warlords realizing that Mc is very popular with their soldiers. Sending love letters and stuff.

IkeSen Boys + Popular!MC

This was so cute ahhh although I'm sorry if it's a little short, there's a lot of Ikemen to get through. Thank you and I hope you like this work!

Nobunaga Oda

Nobunaga thought it was quite odd that there were a lot of presents delivered to you... Which he didn't gift...

After some digging, he found out that you had garnered some popularity after a campaign

He was dumbfounded at the idea that other men could be attracted to you

He didn't quite like that, but being the person he is he did tell you his thoughts

You insisted that you wanted to keep some gifts to distribute to your maids. He agreed, but he just buys better gifts for you anyway

He's not as jealous as you'd expect, since the man is also a bit egotistical when it comes to himself and your feelings for him

"Oh... Nobunaga..." You wanted to laugh at how childish he was but it wouldn't be in the right taste.

You stopped your giggling when Nobunaga muttered, "I could transfer whoever sent those gifts to you away..."

"At least let me keep some!"

He silenced you with a quick kiss. "Whatever you like from the pile, I'll purchase better ones from the merchants."

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

He doesn't want to admit that he's jealous, but he is. He unknowingly calls out the soldier that was about to gift you a present in an oh so convenient timing…

He doesn't take it to such extremes, he still respects the other soldiers. Although, he found it quite tempting from time to time to not bring you along for some campaigns

In this case, he wished that Nobunaga hadn't demanded such things of you. He really does appreciate your skills on the field, but he doesn't like that he can't control how much attention you're getting

He only realises it once someone points it out to him, or when someone sends you a letter. Letters are an absolute no from him

"Lord Hideyoshi, what should I do with these letters for YN?"

"Burn them."

"Lord Hideyoshi, what should I do with these letters from the townswomen?"

"Oh, send them to my office-"

YN smacked Hideyoshi up in the head. "You hypocrite."

Mitsunari Ishida

Mitsunari did notice that you gained a lot of attention, but he knew that it was only from your good merits and character

In no way did he ever thought it was romantic, until Mitsuhide pointed it out

He wasn't sure how to feel about it. Sure, he was happy that a lot of people thought you were a wonderful person

However a small inkling of him wanted to keep it to himself

Seeing the multitude of gifts for you, the guilt hit him hard. What if you wanted gifts all along?

"YN, do you like it when those soldiers give you gifts?" He asked, as you opened another gift that consisted of a bunch of fabrics.

"I do appreciate it," You admitted. "But I don't plan to keep them for long. I share any snacks with the maids and fabrics with the seamstresses. Why?"

He didn't reply, except for the blush that bloomed on his cheeks.

You pecked his cheek, understanding what he meant. "You have no reason to be jealous, my sweet angel."

Mitsuhide Akechi

Not a lot of people can read him, and he uses that to his advantage. He sneaks up on those who had planned to give you gifts, and instead direct their attention to another maid or townswoman

In the end, with this strategy, you don't receive much gifts from soldiers. This doesn't work on his fellow warlords however

With you, he doesn't hide his frown when people like Shingen or Masamune send you gifts

He doesn't care for what reason it was for, the gift shall not be touched by you

"Mitsuhide? Have you seen a package from Masamune? He sent some really pretty Oshu fabrics for me…"

He sipped on his bland concoction of tea. "Why my dear, I wonder where it could be…"

You sighed. "You gave it away didn't you? Now I have to write to Masamune- Ah!"

Before you could continue any thoughts, your charming kitsune sweeped you up in his arms, smiling coyly at you. "Write to him? I'm afraid my jealousy won't allow that YN… I'd certainly be interested in writing my thoughts of you on your body…"

Ieyasu Tokugawa

Ieyasu surprisingly doesn't notice any traffic of gifts to you. It might be due to the fact that he publicly ban any gifters from his estate…

You still manage to get some from soldiers passing by or Ieyasu's fellow warlords gifting you as a token of appreciation

Only when you bring the gift home is when he realises how popular you are. He doesn't initially care, but similarly to Hideyoshi, he gets rid of any letters

He doesn't burn them, but he moreso stages it so you'd see adorable Wasabi chewing on the papers

"Hey Ieyasu? Oh-" You dropped to your knees, seeing Wasabi with some paper in its mouth once again. "Wasabi, you should know better than to chew on my letters! Ha… Looks like I have to apologise later on."

"Do you even remember the soldier that gave you the letter?" He looked up from his work to ask you.

You pouted. "No… But I'm sure I can ask around!"

He patted you head. "Don't waste your time on that. The maids should be done with dinner now. Let's go and eat."

Masamune Date

He notices your popularity early on, but he's not too bothered about it. In fact, he shows off that you and him are in a relationship

It might be a 'rubbing salt in wound' move but he doesn't care. He has a thrill of seeing some of his jealous subordinates, which he trusts that it is in all good favour

With the way he approached it, most admired you in a non-romantic way, and for those few that actually do, Masamune opts for a duel as a 'wholesome' way to solve the solution

The duels end up with him winning, and the challenger often with some pointers from Masamune during fighting

You wiped off Masamune's sweat from his brow, wondering why he suddenly went up to that random soldier. "Did something happen?"

"Didn't he give you that gift earlier?" He asked, confused. He put up a good fight, although he'd probably have to answer to Hideyoshi since the boy was under his army…

You shook your head. "It wasn't. He has a twin, and the twin is working under Mitsunari…"

Masamune stood up, groaning. "Looks like I have another duel YN. I'll be back by dinner!"

"H-Hoi! Masamune!"

Kenshin Uesugi

Jealousy plus Uesugi Kenshin equals disaster in Kasugayama Castle

Kenshin was shocked when he saw the servants carrying the presents in, specifically addressed to 'Princess YN'

No one could stop him from drawing his sword and rushing to the training grounds, where every poor soldier who passed by was forced to duel him

Yukimura and Sasuke were already battered from the multiple duels they had to face. You pitied the poor souls, so you sent some of your maids to heal up the soldiers that faced his wrath

Holding one of your many bunny children, you walked up to your soon-to-be husband, smiling at him. "Kenshin my dear, we should be on our way to our stroll…"

He tugged off the upper part of his kimono, his torso and upper body dripping with sweat from the fights. "I'll be with you YN, I just need to cool off. I shouldn't dirty you with my sweat."

For as much as you wanted to be proper, you couldn't help but stare at your perfectly sculpted fiance. "T-Take you time my dear."

Sasuke Sarutobi

For the many things he was dense about, this was not one of them. He saw the way some of the Nokizaru looked at you

He of course told them off, but he still had an inkling that some didn't get the memo

Within whatever wisdom he had left, he somehow consulted Kenshin on how to resolve this, which ended up Sasuke battling about half of the Nokizaru

You had no words on why half the men were injured and why your boyfriend was bruised as well. Initially you thought it was from some dispute, but Yukimura so kindly filled you in

You tightened the bandage around Sasuke's arm, giving a disappointed look to the group of ninja. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"We're sorry Princess YN."

"And what do you have to say, Sarutobi Sasuke?" You huffed.

"I won't go to Kenshin for romantic advice."

"Good."

Shingen Takeda

He is not oblivious to your charms, as well as the way other people were attracted to your charms

He'd be lying if he said he weren't jealous. Of course he was, but he didn't plan to do anything malicious to whoever sent you gifts

They were free to waste their money and/or time, it wasn't his business. He'd however, make it clear that you were taken

He's not above doting you in public, and sneaking kisses in the markets or kissing you as the rain goes by. He's very calm about it, since he sees the way you were attracted to him

"S-Shingen! We're going to a war council!" You patted his face away from your own, as the much taller man held you in his embrace.

"Embarrassed Princess?" He teased, giving you his sweetest smile reserved just for you. "But we've done many affectionate things in public…" "People will see!"

He kissed your cheek. "Let them see how in love we are."

Yukimura Sanada

He is another victim of Kenshin's not-so great love advice, hesitating to pick up his spear at anyone who sent you glances. Well… it was Kenshin's advice… and no way he'd risk getting teased by Shingen by asking him!

He then opted for a silent jealous strategy, keeping you by him and covering you with his body everytime he felt someone looking at you

You wondered why he was acting so odd, after all, you just wanted to go on a nice stroll with Yuki and Muramasa

Luckily, to Yuki's benefit, Muramasa is a good wolf who knows to rip apart any letters that come to you or hound after any men that look at you the wrong way

"Is it just me, or is Muramasa a little more energetic than usual?" You asked your boyfriend as you folded your kimono underneath you to sit on the impromptu picnic blanket.

Yuki shook his head, handing you over the basket of food. "He's probably just excited to see us… I think…" He said, as Muramasa runs off into the bushes with what he could see was a paper in his mouth.

Kennyo

Kennyo doesn't really know what to do with this information. He's quite unsure if you wanted the attention or not

He thought the issue didn't need to be brought to your attention, as most of those around you are most likely his subordinates

He could… simply remind them of the holistic teachings that was preached to them

It does a good effect, as most quickly dispelled any sort of romantic attraction

He doesn't mind his subordinates admiring you out of respect, as he thinks you deserve such respect for your deeds

You clapped your hands after hearing your boyfriend's sermons. "You impress me every time my beloved," You said, pecking him on the cheek. "I'm always in awe when you deliver your preachings."

He shied away from you, "My dear, you praise me so…" He couldn’t stop repeating those praises over and over in his head, wanting to pen down the exact words you said. "Thank you YN."

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

You mentioned pepa getting her first period when she and Julieta slept in bruno's bed, could you elaborate on it please? I need this story please

Does Pepa want people to know this story? Absolutely not. But let's do it anyway!

Julieta was young when she knew her gift had limitations. It was little things at first, like some people who had asthma, people who had arthritis-chronic and constant pains were above her gift, and it always bothered her. However, it bothered her more so when it involved her sister. Pepa had been FAR less vibrant today, complaining of aches and pains that refused to settle, to the point where the pain really started to form from all the sandwiches Julieta had been making her (she wasn't the supposed to use the stove without her mami watching her, so sandwiches were the next best thing).

"Are you sure you still want to sleep here? If you aren't feeling well, mija-"

"It's FINE! Me and Bruno have been planning this for weeks, I don't wanna miss it!"

Julieta knew that worried look in her mother's eyes. Having 'pain' and 'moodiness' as symptoms weren't a lot to go off of, so she was plenty worried. She sighed as she handed Pepa her favorite pillow, deciding it wasn't worth the arguing.

"Alright. I'm glad Julieta is with you, at least. Julieta, you have emergency snacks in your bag, si?"

"Yes, mamà."

"Good. Now I'll be in my room, don't get TOO loud in here. Just because it's not a school night, doesn't mean you get to be too rambunctious. Understand?"

"Si mamà."

The triplets responded simultaneously. Alma smiled at them, giving a kiss to Julieta, Pepa, and then Bruno. Well, Bruno got a bit more, he always did.

"And BOTH of you take care of little Brunito! Who's my little buñelo?"

It wasn't a secret that their mami loved Bruno the most. The golden child, shy, but otherwise could do absolutely no wrong, especially with a gift as incredible as his. Bruno grinned as he accepted kiss after kiss from her, always loving her attention. Bruno put the 'mama' in mama's boy.

"I'm GUESSING it's me, but you know I could be wrong."

Alma chuckled, giving his cheeks a little squish, before leaving right down Bruno's steps. Pepa rolled her eyes, a gloomy cloud thundering over her head.

"If you're DONE being a bitt kisser, can we get started? I was promised snacks!"

"And snacks we shall have! Trust me, sleepover at casa de Bruno NEVER disappoint!"

Bruno dug into his pile of snacks in his dresser, dumping them on the bed. It was the first time Pepa smiled that day.

"You have chocolates! Gimme-"

"Ah ah ah. Those are for s'mores!"

Did Julieta feel comfortable with the idea of fire? No. Even if Bruno claimed it helped him with his gift, they were BARELY ten years old, way too young to be playing with matches. But since their mother allowed it, Bruno allways had matches on him. He at least was careful, digging a pit around the small fire, in case it needed to be out out quickly with sand. She had to give it to him though, getting all this ready just so they could have a night in together. Bruno handed everyone their marshmallows on a stick, and they sat in comfortable silence around the fire, just for a moment. At least, until Pepa interrupted.

"Bruno you're burning yours."

"Nope! You gotta let it crisp up, else you won't get that fire flavor."

"How are you gonna taste anything if it's burnt?"

"I dunno, how do you wear that outfit if it's a garbage fire?"

She gasped in offense, and Julieta just went ahead and made the s'mores for them as they fought. She was the older sister, it was her job.

"I'M the garbage fire-did you SEE your face?!"

"If my face is that bad, how come mami kisses it more, huh?"

"It's called 'feeling sorry for you', it's like petting a dog with fleas-!"

They didn't get to finish their squabble as Julieta shoved the treats in their mouths, forcing them to silence. Julieta relished in the silence before helping herself to a treat, and nodding at Bruno.

"You said you had a new story, Bruno?"

"Mmph-yeah! I wrote it last week! It's a love story, since I know Pepa likes those!"

Pepa snuggled up on Bruno's bed comfortably, clearly eager to listen. They fought, they bickered, but no one could make a story just like Bruno, and no one could listen quite like Pepa. Bruno finished his treat quickly, and after cracking his knuckles, let his fingers move, casting shadows alongside the wall.

"It started on a dark, stormy night. The air howled like wolves, the rain poured in an endless onslaught..."

Bruno's story continued. He had prepared for this- telling of a man who fell in love with chaos itself. With the embodiment of everything that was an inconvenience, that was annoying, that was never easy. Honestly, even Julieta was enthralled.

"Then what happened?!"

Pepa jumped up a bit, snack wrappers all over the floor. Pepa was even eating more than usual tonight, usually Bruno had the endless belly. Bruno was all smiles now, adoring the attention he was being given.

"Then, as she lay there by his bedside, struck with grief for the only man to love her and all she was, she asked him 'why must you love me? Why can you not love peace or serenity or order?' And he glanced at her, the final beats of his heart pounding with love, and said 'without you, life has no surprises. No four leaf clovers to stumble upon, no bumping into an old friend, no falling into a lake on a hot, hot day. Without chaos, there is no fun'. And then, he-Pepa!!"

Pepa started to just weep. She was practically wailing now, hugging her pillow and the cloud above them just soaking everything around them. The room went dark upon the fire going out, and both of her siblings covered their heads to try to stay dry.

"I'm sorry!! It's just so SAD! Why'd he have to die?!"

"For dramatic affect!"

That made her cry harder, and Julieta immediately hopping into bed with her sister. ALL of their bed had tarps, so this was the only dry spot in the whole room, and maybe even the whole bed, given her tears.

"Cálmate, Pepa, please! Come on, clear skies!"

Bruno joined the bed, shoving the wrappers aside. Pepa would not stop, no matter how much consoling they tried to give her. No matter how many offers of different snacks they had. Honestly, the only thing that made her stop crying, was her falling asleep on her sister's shoulder. It sprinkled by then, but an exhausted Bruno falling asleep on her shoulder seemed to make the cloud disappear. Julieta sighed, gently stroking her sister's hair. She was even MORE emotional than usual today, she WISHED she knew what was wrong. But maybe, they all just needed sleep. Afterall, what could go wrong?

-----------------

Bruno was the first to wake up that night. He didn't know WHY he had to wake up, until he heard the familiar squeak of one of his rats. He groaned as he slowly sat up, eyes scanning the two others in his bed. Right, a sleepover that ended in Pepa just engulfed in tears. She was more emotional than usual for some reason. She even cried during his story, and that wasn't supposed to be that sad. He picked up Alex, scratching his chin.

"Hey. You're hungry, huh? Alright, I have extra snacks in my drawer. Yes, I still have those apple slices you like so much."

Bruno got out of bed, but suddenly stopped. Was he sweating? His clothes felt...sticky. Really sticky. He touched his shirt, and looked at his hand. Bruno's vision sight also let him see better in the dark. Not as great as some animals, but better than most people. But right now, he wished he hadn't had this gift, because he saw blood, right on his hand. It wasn't a LOT of it, but it was there. And when he saw it, he SCREAMED. It alerted Julieta, who jumped up immediately.

"Bruno! What's wrong?!"

"I t-think I'm bleeding!"

Julieta immediately went to turn on the lights, and somehow, Pepa STILL didn't wake up. Bruno covered his mouth with his hand to point at Julieta, her own dress covered in streaks of blood. She looked just as shocked as he was, and immediately took off her dress, digging into Bruno's dresser for a replacement (each of the siblings had an emergency pair of clothes for one another, just in case they needed to get dressed but couldn't make it to their own rooms), and being quick about it. Julieta lifted a finger as he tried to scream again, signaling for him to shut up.

"If you yell, it'll wake up Pepa, we NEED to do this calmly."

How his sister stayed so calm in these sort of situations, he'd never understand. Bruno had to put the non bloody part of his ruana over his mouth to keep him from doing just that. Julieta walked over to Pepa, giving her a shake and urging her awake. Pepa groggily woke up, hair just the biggest mess you've ever seen.

"Mmph...what? I was tired-"

"Are you hurt?"

"No more than usual. I AM aching, though. Why, what's..."

Pepa looked down, then peeled the blanket off of her. Streaks of blood littered Bruno's once clean sheets, and her pajamas. Now in case Bruno has ever questioned who had the lungs in this family, the answer was made very clear. For Pepa opened her mouth, and SCREAMED. Screamed enough for them to cover their ears in pain. Immediately Bruno's door opened to reveal a TERRIFIED looking Alma.

"What's wrong? What happened?!"

Pepa immediately jumped out of bed into her mother's arms, thunder looming over them as Pepa absolutely freaked out.

"I w-woke up, and there's so much blood!"

Bruno watched as Alma immediately turned to Julieta as she embraced Pepa, as if this was her fault.

"You can't heal this?"

"I don't k-know what this IS mamà! None of us do!"

Alma put her hand over her mouth as she studied Bruno's ruined bed. Looked like a massacre, and she knew it. Something flashed in her eyes though, and she looked at Pepa.

"Pepi, lift up your dress for me."

Pepa obeyed despite the confusion, and Bruno took notice of the blood running down her leg. Bruno immediately grabbed onto his mother, terrified.

"Mami? Is she hurt?!"

Alma sighed in clear relief, shaking her head.

"No, mi cielo. She's having her period."

"Like the ones you say YOU get?"

"EXACTLY."

Bruno looked at the bed, brow raised.

"So this is...Pepa's vagina blood?"

"Si."

"...ew ew ew ew we were LAYING IN IT!"

Bruno tossed his shirt aside, feeling goosebumps from how absolutely disgusting this all was. Thunder roared over Pepa as she glared at him from mami's arms.

"Oh sure, I bleed ONCE and we start freaking out, but when YOU pee the bed it's nothing!"

"I had night terrors!"

"You're TEN! You stopped when you were SEVEN, TONTO!"

Pepa looked ready to kill him, and had Alma not grabbed her when she leapt, she might've done just that.

"Everyone RELAX! No name calling! Bruno, be nice to your sister. Pepa, we're giving you a shower. Julieta, change the sheets, you know where the extras are."

Alma walked out of the room with Pepa, and Julieta glared at Bruno.

"Did you have to make her feel gross about it?"

"Make her feel-this blood was inside her!"

"That's where it's SUPPOSED to be, Bruno."

"You KNOW what I meant. How is she even ALIVE, that's a LOT of blood!"

Julieta rolled her eyes as she started to remove the sheets, throwing them in a bin for a later wash. At least Julieta didn't have hers. Yet.

-----------------

She wasn't GROSS. She was suffering. And her stupid hermano clearly didn’t know the difference. She walked with her mother to the bathroom, and tried not to wince at the absolute disaster that used to be her favorite underwear. Her mom started the shower without a word, and Pepa showered without another word. She was happy her mother stayed though. Company with silence was a lot more bearable than lonely silence. She watched the water take away the blood, as well as the storm clouds above. She stepped out of the shower, where Alma immediately started to wipe her face with a towel.

"I know you're scared, mija. This is a big thing for you."

Pepa sat down on a towel as her mother went through her hair. Pepa could do her own hair just fine, but her mother was always better at it. Pepa gently nodded, wincing as she combed through a knot.

"Is that why I haven't been feeling well?"

"Probably. But it's okay. This just means you're growing up. We'll go easy on your chores today, since I know you're probably still in pain."

Pepa watched her reflection in the mirror as her mother made her hair perfectly soft and perfectly brushed. Once they dried, she'd put them up in twin braids, just like she always did.

"I hate Bruno. He made me feel gross."

"You don't mean that, just like he didn't mean to hurt your feelings. We'll have a talk about this during breakfast, tell you all what you need to know."

Pepa said nothing for a moment, and only looked when Alma chuckled.

"Why don't you pick what we have for breakfast today? Whatever you want."

"...I want cookies. And milk. Lots of it."

Alma wanted to scold her, clearly, but said nothing, settling for a sigh.

"Very well. Cookies and milk it is. We'll go to the Panadería, you can get whatever you want. I promise."

Pepa smiled for what felt like the first time today, and it got even better when Alma kissed her forehead, and gave her a proper hug.

"And you aren't gross. You're growing, and you're beautiful. You'll be a wonderful woman, I can see it."

"It's gonna be because of you, mami."

"Aw...mi sol, gracias. Te amo."

"Te amo, mami."

Affection, snacks. Maybe growing up wasn't SO bad.

[ray-ray-writings]

Better Than a Dedicated Chicken-Technoblade

One of you lovelies requested a Part two to A Dedicated Pig… So I hope I did it justice!! I hope you enjoy!! 

Part One! Part Three! Part Four

  my masterlist here

This is a Techno x gn reader in the Dreamsmp! This will not 100% follow what actually happened at the festival

Y/N gets to see Techno again thanks to the upcoming festival in Manberg.

Y/N’s POV

“A festival?” I questioned the young boy that stood in front of me. Tubbo grinned and nodded motioning to the invite in my hands. “Yeah! Schlatt thought that it would be a great idea! He said it would be a celebration of Manberg and democracy.” I subtly rolled my eyes at that, but nodded with a sweet smile at the boy. “There’s going to be games, food, and drinking for those of age. Niki is going to help cater, as I’m sure you’ll find out soon since she’s going to need extra supplies.” I hummed and nodded once more. “Sounds fun Tubbo” “So you’ll come?” Tubbo asked excitedly. I giggled and ruffled the young boy’s hair, “Of course Tubbs. I can’t wait.” Tubbo let out an excited squeal before wishing me goodbye and running away. 

I chuckled at his excitement before turning and closing the door. I pinned the invite to my food chest so that I would see it and not forget. I spent the next few hours taking care of things around the farm. If what Tubbo said is true, I would need to be prepared to feed basically the entire server. As I collected the eggs from the chickens, a knock sounded on my front door. I was slightly confused, but figured it was Niki coming to inform me about catering the festival. I was wrong. 

“Technoblade” I uttered in surprise, “What are you doing here?” I questioned. Techno gave me a half shrug, “I wanted to see you…” He answered, entering my barn as I moved out of the doorway “Also Tubbo said he had something for me and asked me to come to Manberg to pick it up.” He answered, waving his hand around. In his hand was an invitation identical to mine. “You got invited to the festival,” I observed. I was a little surprised seeing as he was currently helping Wilbur and Tommy. “Yep,” He said, popping the p, “And I see you were as well.” “Well I would hope so considering I’m a citizen of Manberg”

Techno chuckled at my answer, shaking his head at my words, “Oh yeah, forgot about that part.” The two of us chuckled together about his momentary forgetfulness. “I was just collecting eggs from the chickens, do you want to help?” I asked, motioning to where the chickens were housed. “Sure,” Techno answered. I gave him a smile before turning on my heel and walking toward the chicken coup. 

“Girls, this is Techno,” I stated out loud as I introduced the chickens to my friend, “He’s here to help. Be nice.” I demanded, giving them a playful glare. The chickens glanced at me, clucked, and went back to what they were doing. Techno let out a chuckle at my words. I couldn’t help but blush at the sound, I guess it would be kind of silly, hearing me talk to the chickens. I cleared my throat before moving back toward where my basket sat, half-full of eggs. 

“So basically, for the most part, the girls will let you take their eggs without a fight. They’ll get up and reveal the egg to you so you can grab it. If she doesn’t, just reach under her and grab it. They may cluck angrily, but they’re all cluck and no peck.” I explained, picking up an egg from a nest. Techno gave me a dutiful nod before turning to a nest and pulling out an egg. 

The two of us worked in a comfortable silence, broken occasionally by an angry cluck causing both of us to chuckle. More than once I felt Techno’s stare on my figure. I would look up and meet his eyes and he would then immediately look away and go back to picking up eggs, a subtle blush on his cheeks. It made me smile and blush as well. 

As I placed the last egg in my basket, Techno cleared his throat, “Um. There’s something I want to ask you.” He stated nervously. I set the basket in a safe location before meeting Techno’s eyes, “What’s up?” I questioned, placing my hands on my hips. “I was wondering… If maybe… You’d want to go to the festival?” He asked. I furrowed my brow in confusion, “Yeah I want to go to the festival! Tubbo said Niki was catering so I’ll be there to help with that…” I answered, very confused at his question. Techno let out a little laugh confusing me even more, “No… Um… I meant do you want to go to the festival… with me.” He explained. “Oh,” I squeaked, “Like a date?” I pondered. “Like a date,” Techno confirmed, nerves lacing his voice. I didn’t have to think about it at all, “I would love that!” I exclaimed with a grin. 

Techno’s face instantly lit up as a grin overtook his face. “Oh, awesome! I didn’t expect you to say yes,” He admitted. I giggled at his confession, “Well I did and now I can’t wait.” I beamed. “Okay, so the day of, do you want me to pick you up or just meet you there?” He asked. I let out a hum, thinking for a moment, “We can just meet there because I’ll have to help Niki set up and then we can go from there? So I’ll just meet you at the food table at, say, 3?” Techno gave me a smile and nod, “Sounds good” I grinned at the pink haired man’s words. 

Suddenly, a knock sounded at my door once more, breaking us out of our bubble. “Who’s that?” Techno questioned. I picked up the egg basket and carried it out of the room as the two of us made our way to the front door, “Not sure. But it’s probably Niki.” I informed the pink haired man. He let out a hum in acknowledgement. “Okay. I’m going to stay here until you’re sure though. I’m still not really supposed to be here.” I let out a giggle, but nodded. 

I set the eggs down in my kitchen before moving to the door. I swung it open and sure enough, there stood my best friend. “Hey Niki!” I greeted loudly, moving out of the way, letting her in the barn. “Hey Y/N” Niki greeted me back, a little bit confused by my loud tone. Her unspoken question was answered when Technoblade walked out from his hiding spot. “Hi Niki.” He also greeted the girl. “Oh! Hello Techno.” She greeted in surprise. I had told Niki all about how I had met Techno. She was a little weary at first, but once I told her more, she became supportive. 

“It was great seeing you guys but I’ve got to get back to Pogtopia as I’m really not supposed to still be here.” Techno confessed, “I’ll see you guys at the festival though, yeah?” Techno asked, staring straight at me. I gave the man a soft smile and gentle nod, “Yeah. I’ll--We’ll see you there” I stated, quickly correcting myself. “Yeah, we’ll see you there.” Niki teased, stressing the we in the sentence. Techno gave us both a nod before he left out my front door. It was silent between me and my best friend for a moment before Niki broke it, “So the festival huh?” 

*Time skip to the festival*

I let out a sigh as I set down the last crate of cookies on the food table. I had helped Niki bake and bring all of the food items that Schlatt had requested at the festival and now it was time to sit back and enjoy the festival. “Hey,” a familiar voice greeted me from behind. I turned around and smiled at the man. “Hey,” I greeted Techno back. “You look really nice,” He complimented, rubbing the back of his head, a faint blush on his cheeks. My cheeks also flushed as my hands smoothed down my outfit. I had purposefully worn the outfit I felt the cutest in with hopes of impressing Techno on our date. “Thank you. You do too.” I complimented back. Techno gave me a soft smile before extending his hand to me, “Shall we,” I giggled and took his hand, “We shall,” 

The two of us walked around for a bit, talking about life, munching on snacks, and just looking at the pretty decorations. Our conversation was cut off by a voice announcing that the dunk tank was now open for business. “You want to go dunk some nerds?” Techno questioned, looking over to the minigame. I giggled at his phrasing, but nodded in agreement. 

Ponk sat in the tank first. It took a few tries, but he was eventually dunked causing him to scowl. Niki was next. I laughed loudly as she brought herself up for air. Niki playfully threatened to hug me if I didn’t shut my mouth. Her words simply made me giggle even more. Then to my surprise, Techno volunteered to sit in the tank. Everyone missed their shots. I couldn’t tell if it was because they had bad aim or were just too nervous to dunk the Blood God. I, however, was not scared of the Blood God’s wrath. 

There was a huge gasp as I hit the button, submerging the pink haired man. Techno slowly rose up from the water. His head lifted from looking down at the water as he made eye contact with me. “Oh you’re so going to regret that,” Techno claimed with a playful glare. “Bring it,” I challenged, not at all threatened by the man’s demeanor. That being said, I had no idea Techno had a trident with channeling on it. So I was in for a surprise when the man suddenly appeared in front of me, staring me down. 

Everyone was silent at the interaction. Most probably thought they were about to see me lose a cannon life. But I knew better. “Don’t you dare.” I muttered to the pink haired man. Techno said nothing, he only gave me a grin. In one swift motion, Techno had wrapped me up in his arms, swinging me around. “Hey!” I cried out, “You jerk! Now I’m all wet!” I claimed with a pout. Techno let me go, the grin still not leaving his face. “You asked for it. You told me to bring it. Consider it brought.” I rolled my eyes, but laughed. “You know what. You’re right.” “I always am.” 

After drying off, we moved on to our next minigame, boxing. I had opted out of actually participating, but that didn’t stop me from standing around the ring cheering on the others. Tubbo surprisingly won against Quackity. Schlatt not so surprisingly won by cheating against Fundy. Techno, once again, surprising everyone by participating in the games. Tech was disappointed when he found out that they would be fighting without weapons. He took a moment to collect himself away from everyone before he came back to fight Fundy. We all watched in amazement as Fundy went down in just three simple hits. 

I giggled as Techno found his way back to my side, gloating about his victory. As he got closer, I noticed dark red circles radiating from the man’s body, causing me to giggle harder. “Quite the amazing amount of strength you got there.” I mumbled to the man, reaching up and grabbing his hand, intertwining our fingers. Techno looked down at me with a raised eyebrow, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” The grin that plastered itself on his face told me otherwise. I rolled my eyes with a soft smile before leaning up on my toes and planting a cheek to Techno’s cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute” 

For the next half hour or so, everyone hung around the snack table. There was lots of laughter, snacking, story swapping, and drinking as the whole nation gathered together. The sun began to set, causing Schlatt to announce it was time for the speeches. Schlatt gave his speech first, thanking everyone for coming and how great the nation was now that he was in charge. Quackity’s speech followed along the same lines. As the moon rose, Tubbo took center stage. He delivered a very heartfelt speech about democracy and how we could build Manberg to be bigger and better. 

“And now, Technoblade has prepared something special to show us.” Tubbo said, motioning down toward where the two of us sat. I furrowed my brow in confusion. He didn’t tell me he had something special. Techno squeezed my hand in a silent form of comfort, before letting go of my hand. Techno took out a crossbow, but it wasn’t a normal crossbow. In place of the arrow that usually sat in the nock of the bow, a firework took its place. Techno aimed the crossbow to the sky and shot it. 

Loud gasps and murmurs fell over the crowd as all eyes were trained on the rocket hurtling toward the sky. An explosion sounded as bright bursts of colorful light lit up the sky. I hadn’t seen fireworks in so long. I almost forgot how beautiful they were. One after another, Techno shot them into the sky. Beautiful and unique patterns I had never seen before filled the night sky. I really wish Tommy and Wilbur could have seen this. 

“Last one,” Techno called as he loaded up the final firework into his crossbow. A disappointed groan escaped the lips of many, including my own, SMP members. The rocket flew through the sky before exploding. But instead of a pattern like the rest of the fireworks had been, this one was words. My jaw dropped as I read the words that were written in the sky. “Y/N. Will you be my partner?” My head snapped to find a nervous Technoblade already looking at me. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the moment we met. You weren’t afraid of me and you gave me a chance to show you the real me. I’ve had an amazing and fun time tonight and I would love for you to be my partner.” Techno admitted softly. 

I couldn’t help myself. I lurched forward, wrapped my arms around Techno’s neck, and brought him down into a soft kiss. Around us, the members of the server burst into applause. I pulled back ever so slightly from the kiss, “In case you couldn’t tell. I had an amazing and fun time tonight too and I really, really like you.” I whispered gently. Techno grinned at my confession, “Does that mean it’s a yes?” “I think you know it is.” “I think I know so too.” Techno proceeded to close the small gap between us, kissing me once again. 

“You know?” I said, after pulling back again, “Between sneaking into Manberg to see me, collecting eggs with me, cheating in minigames to impress me, and using fireworks to ask me out… I guess I could call you one dedicated pig.” I teased my new boyfriend. Techno playfully scoffed at my words and rolled his eyes, “You know what? It’s better than being a dedicated chicken trying to kill you,” he teased back, poking at my sides causing me to giggle. “You got me there… You got me there” 

There you have it! I hope you enjoyed! If so be sure to leave a like! Maybe even a reply or reblog telling me what your favorite part was!! Until next time!

[thefanficmonster]

Sweet Tooth

Corpse Husband x Asian Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Tooth-rotting (😉) Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse isn’t one to have a big preference or craving for sweet, sugary treats. In fact, he’d even go as far as to say he’s not at all a fan of candy. Well, much to his yet to be known delight, his partner Y/N takes that as a personal challenge.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your lovely request! So sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it despite the long time that’s passed. If you do, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤ 

“Hey guys! Welcome back to my channel!“ Y/N gives the camera a wave and blows it a quick kiss with their lips stretched in a delighted grin. They clap their hands together, turning to look at their guest who’s sitting in a chair on their right, his face covered with a sticker in the final cut of the video that their viewers have the opportunity of watching. “Ok, before we address the elephant in the room, I’m gonna ask the elephant himself not to move his head too much cause this is already gonna take a long time to edit, the last thing I need is to animate that sticker over your face to follow your movement.“

“Got it, babe.“ A deep voice replies obediently, earning an approving hum in response. However, just as Y/N’s about to turn to face the camera again, the mysterious - ok, not THAT mysterious - guest leans down and plants a kiss on their cheek.

“Brat!“ They squeal as they turn to glare at the person with narrowed eyes. He doesn’t appear bothered at all, chuckling as he wraps his arms around them in an attempt to soften them up. Sadly, his tries fall through as they proceed to ignore his affection instead of reciprocating it for the sake of being petty, “Everyone, this is my boyfriend Corpse.“

“Hello, I am hand.“ Corpse says, slowly waving his hand at the camera, “I shall be your entertainment tonight.“

“Oh this is no entertainment, I have a point to prove here.“ Y/N argues, breaking free from his arms before they bend down to pick up one of the two boxes that are resting by their feet. “You see, Corpse and I got in a bit of a scrap last night...“ they trail off, distracted by the contents of the box that’s now resting on their lap.

“I didn’t think me admitting to not liking sweet stuff would provoke such a dramatic reaction from Y/N but here we are.“ He interferes, lifting a finger in the air as though that will help him be heard better or would protect him in case his partner decided to go off at him.

Y/N just ignores his input yet again, continuing to address the camera, aka their audience, “So as you guys may or may not know, my mom’s Korean and my dad’s Japanese. Since they live in their respective countries for work purposes, that means I’m always one phone call - and a little bit of a wait - away from Korean and Japanese snacks at all times. I’m a person who constantly has a snack by their side so you can bet I make that phone call often. However, about a week ago, I made that call specifically for candy, the brands I was obsessed with as a kid. I don’t know what came over me but I think it was my fortuneteller sense kicking in because this mister over here decided to CASUALLY bring up the fact that he doesn’t like candy.” They turn to glare at him before continuing, “Anyways, so luckily, the package arrived only recently so I haven’t had the time to tear open all the candy and eat it all by myself as I was planning to. That being said, today I’ll be in introducing Corpse to the world of Japanese and Korean candy - a tighter circle of it, to be specific: the candy I grew up with.” They finally turn to Corpse again, the look on their face significantly different and a lot more pleasant compared to the one they gave him a bit ago. “So, how are you feeling, babe? Are you excited?”

Although the man’s face is blocked to the viewers, Y/N can still see him and they are pretty damn close to bursting out in a fit of laughter.  “I don’t know how to feel, actually. I know you have peculiar taste so it’s either gonna be a fun experience or I’m gonna very displeased with what you’ll have me try.“

Y/N rolls their eyes, “Trust me, you won’t be.” They put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, only half humoring his nervousness, “You’ll only be trying six on camera, but my parents sent a ton more which you’ll be able to try later, ok? It was really hard for me to pick only six favorites by I don’t need this video crossing the twenty minute mark.”

With a heavy-hearted sigh, Corpse finally brings himself to rip the band-aid off and get this adventure started. “Ok cool, but don’t surprise me with anything, please. Show me what you had in mind to have me try so I can, you know, prepare myself.”

Y/N, who was busy taking out packets of candy just a moment ago suddenly stops in their movements to give him a look of disbelief, “You know none of these are poisonous, right? Like, I’m not trying to kill you or anything. There’s no cyanide, no rat poison...”

His laughter cuts them off, wrapping his arm around them and pulling them closer again, “I’m messing with you, babe. What you got for me?” He says, placing a quick kiss to their temple while sneaking a peek at the packaging of the candies they’re holding right now.

Wiggling a little looser in his grip, they first show him the three items before turning them to the camera, “These are from my mom, she sent them from Korea and they are triggering a massive wave of nostalgia right now, not gonna lie.” They giggle, adjusting the brightness a little so the products can be seen properly, “Ok so first we have the long biscuit sticks that come in many flavors but I asked for my favorite - green tea flavored, that is. Then we have Pumpkin Monaca which are probably one of my most favorite sweet treats of all time. I think you’re gonna really like them. And lastly from Korea we have these butter waffles which I used to eat for breakfast when I was running late for school - which happened often.”

Corpse snorts, “That doesn’t surprise me.”

His remark is overlooked as Y/N continues, now taking out three packets from the other package, “Now we’re moving on to my dad’s box. He didn’t disappoint either: we have soda-flavored jelly beans; Black Thunder chocolate bars which you’re only gonna steal one of because the rest are MINE; and last but definitely not least we have some classic milk candies.” Setting those down as well, they turn to Corpse yet again, this time giving his a mischievous smile that’s promising him trouble, “So, Mr. Corpse Husband, after this introduction, are you prepared to have your entire opinion o sweet food changed? And more importantly, are you prepared to develop an addiction to these treats?”

Corpse nods confidently, “Oh, I’m very prepared, thank you. Let’s just get on with it.”

Needless to say: boy, was he not as prepared as he thought he was.

It goes without saying Y/N proved their point and took the win today.

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[write-like-wright]

Oh my goodness, I simply LOVE your Herlock fics! Poor guy has virtually NO x reader fics and I'm desperate for more! Could I request a one shot of Herlock x reader, falling in love at first sight?

Thank you, anon! I'm here to quench the overwhelming Herlock thirst on this hellsite.

Pairing: Herlock Sholmes x gender neutral reader

Warnings: falling in love with Sholmes in spite of his human disaster status, fluff, Iris being babey

Word count: 1,005

Today by some blessed chance is one of those days when the sky is almost blue, the air almost clean and warm enough to be enjoyed without a coat. London autumns are rarely ever so kind to the inhabitants of the great city and you're absolutely determined not to waste the opportunity. You decide to take a stroll through your local park, a book in hand and some snacks carefully packed in your basket. Rarely do you get the chance to soak in some sun in the foggy capital of the British Empire, therefore every such occasion must be used to the fullest.

Unsurprisingly, the park is brimming with life. Young couples excitedly strolling through the grass hand in hand, children running around and laughing, even some elderly gentlemen who seem to have forgotten their beloved curmudgeonism for a day to enjoy the warmth. You settle down on a bench under the shade of a tree and open your book, hand digging through the basket for a snack to enjoy. Aha, a freshly baked cupcake with some pink strawberry frosting! You decide to take your time and enjoy your afternoon, nibbling on your delicious cupcake between paragraphs.

"Good afternoon!" A cheerful, high pitched voice pulls you out of your food-induced haze. It's a little girl standing before you, a wide smile on her face that reaches her bright blue eyes. "My name is Iris, Iris Wilson! I am ever so sorry to bother you, but the smell of those delicious looking cupcakes made me come over. I'm quite an avid baker myself, you see. Would you be so kind as to share your recipe with me?" How could you say no to that sweet little face?

The girl joins you on the bench and you give her the recipe and some of your cupcakes too, which she accepts eagerly. "Oh, thank you so much! They're ever so delicious! I'm sure Hurley would love them if he were here!" Hurley? Just then, an exasperated male voice reaches your ears. "There you are, Iris! Where in the devil did you wander off to?! We were meant to be playing hide and seek! I've been waiting in my ingenious hiding spot for a century now! There are thorns in my thigh, Iris!"

You are speechless. Is that her father? The resemblance is... certainly not there. "Hurley," Iris sighs, her head bowed. "We were meant to be playing catch... You just disappeared on me, so I assumed you got distracted by a case or such. I'm ever so sorry." Her eyes perk up then, "I've made a friend while waiting for you! How kind of them, to share some food and a recipe with me!"

"Oh." The man stills, as if only now noticing your presence. "How do you do, my dear? Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Herlock Sholmes. You've heard of me, no doubt?" Silence. "Well, how peculiar! I thought all the residents of our fair city knew my name!" He joins you on the bench through some bizarre twisting motion. "Nevertheless, I must admit, the sight of those cupcakes is making my mouth water. May I?"

You blink, utterly dumbfounded. "B-be my guest," you blurt out, offering him the sweet treat. He's an... interesting man, truth be told. His clothes are strange, odd trinkets hanging around his waist and... goggles? resting on his deerstalker hat. He certainly has a way with words you decide, listening to him blab on about his great accomplishments, Iris occasionally jumping in to correct or supplement his memory. "By God, what a pleasantly lovely day it is today, wouldn't you agree?" With that, he strips off his coat and hat, letting them rest over the back of the bench. He's quite handsome, you must admit. There is a certain boyishness to his look, face youthful but obviously not still a lad. His blonde curls are messy and falling into his blue eyes and he brushes them back with his gloved hand every once in a while. You just nod, hoping that you're not blushing and that he hadn't noticed you staring.

"I must say, my dear, as a connoisseur of all things sweet, you certainly know how to hit the spot!" You blink, definitely blushing at this point.

"E-excuse me?" He laughs, holding up his half-chewed dessert. "Why, these cupcakes of yours. Absolutely divine!"

"O-oh. Thank you, sir." You can't help but sound a bit disappointed. At the same time, you wonder what exactly is wrong with you.

"Quite welcome! Although I must admit, my dear Iris and I seem to have relieved you of quite a fair share of your food, yes. You must allow me to make up for it! Shall I treat you to some lunch? Perhaps dinner? I insist!"

You look at him, quite surprised by his boldness. Could he be... No, certainly not. "That sounds... lovely, Mr Sholmes. But really, I'm quite happy to share. You needn't concern yourself with paying me back or the like."

He laughs. "Nonsense, my dear! We won't take no for an answer. And please, call me Herlock, won't you?"

You smile then. "Well, in that case, I suppose I must accept. Thank you, Mr- Herlock." Mr Herlock. How foolish I must look, you think, the blush back in full force.

"Excellent, then! It's settled!" He looks around frantically for a piece of paper and something to write with. "Do stop by our address tonight at 8. I do quite look forward to seeing you." He adds, a bright smile gracing his youthful face.

I do? He does? Goodness gracious.

They bid you farewell soon after and walk off, the girl excitedly babbling about her new friend and the feast they must prepare. You stare at the back of the blond man, confused by the events that just transpired. As if feeling your gaze on him, he turns his head and shoots you a quick smile. You feel your cheeks burning.

Good lord, what a disaster I am.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Hello lovely! So a friend and I have been talking about Frankie lately and how damn adorable it would be if he were his kids little league baseball coach. Like, he passes down his old mitt to them from high school days (even though it’s comically too big for them) because it gave him good luck, and of course all the guys would come to support them (possibly Benny or Santi even trying to hit on the single moms because of course they would LOL) could possibly be in the neighbor!frankie universe with Gabi in their future some time? We just thought you’d be perfect to write these random ideas into something beautiful. If you have time or even like the idea of course!! ❤️❤️❤️

I hope you don’t mind me putting this in the mechanic!frankie AU! I think it’s a great way for reader and Frankie to bond a little more!

A/N: You run into your favorite mechanic while out running errands.

[mechanic!frankie masterlist]

You wandered aimlessly down the aisle of the store, randomly grabbing a box of cereal to throw into your cart as you whistled along to the song playing in your ear. As you rounded the corner, you ran into someone else’s cart. You quickly removed your earbuds to apologize.

“Oh! I am so- Frankie?!” It came out a little louder than you expected, making a few heads turn.

“I thought I was Frankie,” he joked and you rolled your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Just picking up a few things.” You looked at his cart. “You look like you’re picking up enough to feed a small army.”

“I kinda am.” He held his jacket open to show you his baseball jersey. “Got a game tonight and we’re gonna have a party after--win or lose. You’d be surprised how much those kids can eat.”

“Wait, are you telling me you coach little league?”

“I do, yeah.” He smiled proudly. “I used my own money to get the league started. I buy the uniforms and everything.”

“You didn’t tell me this last night.”

“Well, I was focused on other things,” he said and you giggled like a schoolgirl. “I had fun.”

“Me too and the food was delicious. Remember, next time I’m cooking for you,” you told him.

“Are you doing anything later?” he asked.

“Oh, wow, trying to get me to cook for you already, huh?” you teased.

“No,” he chuckled, “I was wondering if you’d like to come out and watch the game. Cheer us on a little.”

“I’ll be there. Where is it?” you asked and he told you. “Coach Frankie...it fits you.”

“Thanks.” He stood there silently for a moment. “Why is it always so hard to say goodbye to you?”

“I was just wondering the same thing. How about this? We won’t say goodbye just...see you later.”

“Okay then. See you later.”

“See ya, Coach Frankie.” You winked and pushed your cart past him and he watched until you were out of sight.

It was a nice day out so you decided to walk. The game was already underway by the time you got there, and you didn’t know it but Frankie had been scanning the bleachers for you. This time when he looked up and spotted you, he beamed and waved then turned back to all the kids that surrounded him. Once he was done, he walked over to the fence and waved you down.

“You made it,” he said.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late. I walked,” you told him.

“No umbrella?” he asked then looked up at the sky. “It’s gonna rain, you know. Can’t you smell it?”

“The weatherman said nothing about rain today.”

“He could be wrong...” Someone called his name and he turned. “I’ll see you after the game, okay? Don’t sit alone. My friends are up there.” He nodded to the group of guys sitting at the very top of the bleachers.

“Okay. Good luck, Coach.” You smiled and made your way up the bleachers.

“So you’re Frankie’s girl, huh?” one of the men asked. “I’m Benny, by the way.”

“Hi Benny. And I’ve met you, Santiago...right?” Santiago nodded and shook your hand.

“This is my brother William,” Benny said. You shook his hand too then sat down to watch the game. It made you smile to see Frankie enjoying himself, surrounded by children who obviously hung on every word he said. You didn’t hear him shout once aside from cheering for his team. At one point you got so into it that you stood up and cheered louder than anyone else. The guys snickered as you cleared your throat and sat back down.

They ended up winning the game and you all went down to congratulate them.

“What a win, Coach Frankie,” you said, giving him a high five.

“I think I might have had a good luck charm out there in the crowd,” he said and you looked down shyly. The guys came over and you stood back while they talked to him. Afterwards, Frankie reminded everyone of the little party he had put together in the park for them so you all walked over and enjoyed pizza and snacks with the team and their parents.

Frankie told you that you didn’t have to help clean but you wanted to. You weren’t exactly ready to say goodnight just yet. His friends said their goodbyes and his players all gave him a high five and a hug before leaving with their families.

When the last of the mess was thrown away, Frankie turned to you, lifting his cap to scratch at his head. “You mind if I walk you home?” he asked.

“I don’t mind at all.”

“Oops...almost forgot my umbrella.” He sprinted over to where he left it then made his way back to your side.

“You really brought an umbrella? It’s not going to rain,” you repeated.

“Yeah, it is. Here...let me show you. This is what my dad taught me.” He led you over to a tree. “You see when the wind blows and the backs of the leaves show? That means rain.”

“I see but...” You felt a raindrop on your head and Frankie shrugged.

“Told ya. Come on.” 

You two walked slowly through the park, taking the longer way around. “Maybe it won’t rain too bad.” No sooner had you said that than the skies opened up. You squealed and Frankie opened his umbrella as quickly as he could, pulling you under there with him.

“Think we can make it to the bridge?” he asked over the rain.

“I don’t know...” Suddenly he took your hand and pulled you along as he ran under the bridge then leaned against the stones to catch his breath.

“I...told...you,” he teased.

“Don’t rub it in,” you breathed. You smiled at him and he smiled back. He took his hat off and slicked his hair back before replacing it.

“At least it waited until after the game,” he said. He saw you hugging yourself and shrugged his jacket off before draping it over your shoulders. “There.”

“Thanks.” You pulled it around you tighter and were hit with a delightful smell. You closed your eyes and let yourself be surrounded by it. “Sandalwood,” you said out loud.

“Hm?”

“Your jacket...it smells like sandalwood,” you said.

“Oh yeah. One of my favorite scents,” he told you.

“Fits you. Very earthy and...” Your breath hitched as you noticed how close he was to you. “...you.”

“Very earthy and me?”

“Y-Yeah.” You two just stared at each other for awhile and you felt yourself being drawn to him, your body leaning towards his.

“Looks like it’s letting up,” he said suddenly, breaking the spell you were under.

“Oh...yeah, it does.” You tried to hide your slight disappointment.

“Shall we, my lady?” He offered his arm while he used the other to hold the umbrella. “Not my lady,” he amended, “I meant like...”

“I know what you meant. Let’s go.” You took his arm and moved as close as you could to get under the umbrella with him.

“I’m not used to this, you know,” he said after a few moments of silence. “I haven’t walked through the park like this since my wife died...” His words trailed off.

“Thank you for sharing something so special with me, Frankie.”

By the time he got you home, the rain had stopped and the sun had started to go down.

“Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

“Thank you for walking me home,” you countered and he chuckled.

“Can I call you tonight?” he asked.

“Of course. You can call whenever you like.”

“Great...awesome.” He walked backwards down the path. “Talk to you soon,” he said before turning away. As he walked along, he noticed he had started whistling I’m Singing in the Rain. He twirled his umbrella playfully and purposely jumped in a puddle.

“What a glorious feeling, and I’m happy again...” he sang to himself.

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[mello-jello]

CAN I REQURST LRBI SYAIGN I LOBE YOU TO HANEG FOR THE FIRDY ITME?? 🌻🌻🤲🤲💨

ILOBEYOUSOMIHXTHATIAMVEINGSOFTFORYOU,PLEASEANYHTIGNYOUWRITEORDRAWAREABSOLTELYAMAZING,HABEANICEDSYBRO

I LOBE YUO MOON BRO 🌻

Okay… Okay, it’s okay. It’s just Levi, there’s no need to be afraid.

Hange’s parents were out for the night and they had given her permission to have Levi over for the first time, unsupervised. They would be completely alone. Hange wanted to finally tell him. She wanted to tell him that she’d slowly come to realize she saw him as more than a friend. More than a best friend.

But she had to admit to herself that she was nervous as hell.

The school year had come to an end and next year would be their last in highschool. So much was going to change. They would each be deciding their futures: where to go to college and what for. There was a nervous thought in the back of Hange’s mind, that grew more incessant as time went on. “What if we never see each other again?”

No, stop it!

She internally squashed the intrusive thoughts in her mind.

We’ve gone over this! Levi has been there since before I can remember.

She had looked at it from every angle, analysed every little detail. There’s no way Levi didn’t love her back. The evidence was plain as day. Hange was allowed to break Levi’s rules. She was allowed to touch him, she was allowed to share his food, she was allowed to push his buttons farther than anyone else. And on top of all that, Levi still chooses to hang out with her. If he was just being polite when she was around, he wouldn’t actively seek her out in the cafeteria. He wouldn’t have asked to be lab partners, and he wouldn’t have accepted her invitation for tonight.

He also wouldn’t have kissed her the other day.

Right, that’s right. We’ve already come to that conclusion, no need to second guess ourselves now.

Who’s “we”?

Never mind that now, we’re on a mission.

“We” again, huh?

Oh I get it, this boy is literally driving me crazy!

Us.

Stop it!

Hange checked herself in the mirror for the hundredth time that evening. She never cared before, but somehow she did tonight. She wanted everything to be perfect and go exactly according to plan. Levi would come in, they’d chat a bit, sit on the couch and maybe watch Netflix. Hange would make sure to brush up against Levi’s arm. Then, Hange would turn to him, sweep his hair out of his eyes and look into them as she said it. She was going to say I love you and demand a response.

Oh yes, she thought to herself. She would be cool and confident and this was going to be romantic as shit.

She heard a familiar knock on the door. She took one more deep breath and nodded to her reflection. Okay.

She opened the door to see Levi standing with his backpack casually slung on one shoulder.

“Hey Levi!” She exclaimed a little too excitedly than she would have liked.

“Hey,” he said, nonchalantly crossing the threshold of her apartment.

Hange’s smile was replaced with a scowl. UGH.

Levi kicked his shoes off and neatly placed them on the mat. “Well, shall we?” he gestured to the living room.

“Right! Come on in,” Hange led the way as if Levi hadn’t been to her place hundreds of times. She sat down on the couch, expecting Levi to take the spot beside her. But Levi opted instead to take the chair at the end of the coffee table. Hange’s mind was reeling.

OH MY FUCK-WHY IS HE LIKE THIS?

WHY CAN’T THIS BE EASY?

Levi, you dense fuck, I love you so much

SO TELL HIM

I will!

Levi placed this backpack between his legs and unzipped. He pulled out a small square container and placed it on the table.

“My mom made us brownies,” he stated plainly, opening the lid for Hange to see. They were cut into little heart shapes.

Hange gasped at the aroma: they were fresh. “Mmmm, thank you Kuchel!”

Levi paused for a moment, as if deep in thought. Hange stared back, not knowing what to do.

“I’ll uh… get us some plates,” Levi stood up and made his way to the kitchen. Once he was out of sight, Hange slumped back onto the couch. She was such a bad host.

It’s okay, he just knows where everything is, this is fine. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Hange rubbed her palms on her knees, suddenly aware of how warm she was. She swallowed hard.

Get it together!

I’m trying!

Levi returned with two small plates and two tall glasses of milk. He silently placed them in front of Hange, and much to her delight, he sat on the couch beside her.

Oh thank goodness!

The plan was back on track. Hange did her best to hide her smile. They watched a random show together, and each time Hange leaned forward to grab a snack, she made sure she leaned back ever so slightly closer and closer to Levi. He didn’t seem to mind. The episode was coming to a close and now was the perfect time.

Oh shit, my hand is sticky. No! How am I supposed to sweep his hair back now?

Maybe he won’t notice?

This is Levi, we’re talking about, of course he’ll notice!

Shit, you’re right.

“Hey, Hange-”

“I’ll be right back!”

They spoke at the same time, Hange launching upwards and out of the room. She went to the kitchen to wash her hands. The cool water helped her feel less clammy. She poured herself a glass of ice cold water and chugged the whole thing. Resting her arms on the counter, she took a few more deep breaths to collect herself. She refilled her glass and poured a second one to bring to Levi.

When she returned to the living room, Levi was gone. Her heart sank.

Oh no, we weirded him out!

Calm down, his stuff is still here, he’s just in the bathroom.

Oh yeah!

She sat back down and waited for Levi before resuming the show. She sat in complete silence, just trying to stop sweating.

He returned and to Hange’s absolute horror, he sat on the very end of the couch, much further than before. Great, all that progress during the last episode, wasted. Clearing her throat, she reached for the remote.

“Hange, can we talk?” Levi’s voice sounded small and uncharacteristically nervous.

“Uh, sure absolutely,” she answered, putting the remote back down and turning to face him, giving her undivided attention. The look on his face twisted her guts. He looked pensive, apprehensive, and like he was about to tell her he didn’t feel the same way.

“Listen, I was talking to my mom about love, and we got talking about different types of love; familial, romantic, platonic, etc and while there are different types, there is certainly a spectrum…”

Hange starred, unblinking and completely bewildered. Levi had never said this many words in one breath before. He was looking everywhere but at Hange. She stopped listening to his words and just started sinking in her own thoughts of doubt.

This was so stupid.

She braced herself for rejection. Levi was rambling on way too long. She guessed he didn’t want to lose their friendship either, but there would be no going back after this.

“... and so after that, I realized...” he looked directly at her now, pulling her back from her reverie. He took one shuddering breath. “... I love you, Hange. I always have.”

Oh. OH!

Her jaw fell open as she processed his words. She was caught up between the disappointment of not getting to say it first, and the relief of knowing he felt the same. What does she do now? Kiss him? Make a joke? She should definitely do something, right? He was getting worried because Hange hasn’t moved.

Tell him you love him back, you idiot!

She blinked and remembered how to breathe. “I love you too!” She blurted out.

Levi’s face washed over with relief and he let out a nervous laugh-something Hange hadn’t seen on him before. She also laughed as the tension in the room dissipated.

Levi’s face turned a bright pink and he looked up to the ceiling. “Why was this so hard?” He asked nobody in particular.

Hange crawled across the couch, closing the gap between them. She sheepishly admitted, “I’ve been freaking out all day!”

“Same here!” Levi reached out, and cupped Hange’s face in his hands. He stroked her cheek with his thumb as he searched her eyes. “Although, I have no idea why,” he murmured before pressing his lips on hers.

It was the best kiss of Hange’s life. All the stress, anxiety, and doubt melted away with it. She loved him, and he loved her, and that was all that mattered at the moment. His lips on hers, pressing deeper and more passionately than she’d ever experienced before, awoke a strange feeling from within. It was warm and welcoming and she never wanted it to go away.

Alas, they were both humans that needed oxygen, and so they broke off their kiss for a moment to breathe.

“I love you, Levi,” she repeated, a little more confidently this time.

“I love you, too,” he whispered, before kissing her again.

[platoniclokiimagines]

Loki and reader decide to have a duel and everyone at the compound talks about it and gets so hyped for it that it’s almost as if they are waiting for infinity war to come out. Loki and reader also get super serious about it and they train for weeks and everything. If u can, include both the time coming up to the duel and the duel itself and the aftermath.

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W/C: 1219

Rating: G

TW: none

A/N: I spent so long staring at this prompt every time I opened my inbox, trying to figure out how best to write it, and I really hope that it lives up to your expectations. Enjoy~

“You almost had me, that time.”

“You cheated with your clone, that’s not fair!”

“It isn’t cheating if it’s literally something I can do with my magic.”

You scowled, crossing your arms over your chest as Loki grinned smugly. You’d spent the last two hours sparring with them, and while the both of you were pretty evenly matched when it came to the extent of your powers, they had ultimately won your last match. And you were nothing if not a sore loser.

“Why don’t you have a duel? You know, settle once and for all which one of you is the best,” Wanda offered innocently from where she stood in her own corner of the training room.

“Yeah, that could be fun. Give us all a show. Something to look forward to.” Natasha shrugged a bit as she reloaded the handgun she was using to shoot at a dummy across the room.

You fell silent for a long moment, considering the idea. It could be fun. And you couldn’t lie, it would be nice to rub Loki’s face in your victory, if you managed to win.

As you looked back over at Loki, you saw a smirk similar to the one you could feel spreading across your own face.

“What do you say, Y/N? A little duel. Winner gets bragging rights for the rest of all time.”

“When?”

“Shall we say… a month from now? Give us both some time to prepare?”

You grinned and nodded, sticking your hand out to shake on it. “Deal.”

Loki shook your hand once firmly, still smirking far too smugly for your liking. “Then may the best sorcerer win.”

~~~~~

Over the course of the next month, you spent almost every single day training whenever you could. Your powers were strong, and you’d been at the Compound long enough that you’d had time to really hone them, and take them to even higher levels than you already had. But in your eyes, there was no such thing as too much training, so you were in a training room as often as your schedule allowed it.

You’d caught Loki watching you several times, and while it didn’t bother you at all to be watched while you trained, you knew Loki well enough to not be at least a little suspicious of them trying to spy on you to see how you would fight during the duel.

“You know I can see you, right?” You didn’t even look away from the spell you were doing to send several dummies crashing into the wall.

“Oh, I counted on it. Am I making you nervous?” You could practically hear the playful snarkiness dripping from their voice.

“No, but you’re making me annoyed. I don’t spy on you training,” you pointed out, using another spell to enchant a staff to swing at the wave of automated dummies you’d asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to program for you.

“We could just call the duel off, if you’re that worried.”

You huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, and listen to you brag about it for as long as we know each other? Fat chance. We’re having the duel.”

“Fine, fine.” You heard Loki take a few steps, and then stop.  “Your posture could use some training, too.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

~~~~~

It seemed you and Loki were not the only ones preparing for the duel. It was a hot topic of debate among everyone else in the compound, and they were all placing their bets on which one of you was going to win. It was rather amusing, to hear them speculate and plan who was going to win, and it was interesting to hear their reasoning.

“Loki’s been alive for, what, a thousand years? Clearly more time to practice and do better.”

“Yeah, but Y/N’s training is fresh. No room to be rusty when you’ve only been training for a couple of years.”

“I think they’ll be evenly matched. They always have been, you’ve watched them train, Nat.”

The conversation went on for the weeks leading up to the duel, and when it finally came down to it, everyone was ready to finally watch it go down, complete with popcorn and snacks in hand.

Always happy to entertain, you and Loki made a show of shaking hands before separating to go to opposite sides of the training room that had been cleared out for the duel.

“Ready when you are, Y/N.”

You grinned, and immediately waved a hand to summon a wall of magic and the duel began.

For the better part of a half hour, you sparred. Every attack you sent Loki’s way was deflected, and every spell that Loki cast, you waved away without so much as breaking a sweat.

You were almost ready to settle on a stalemate, and then Loki, just as you expected, tried to turn the tables by switching to using two daggers instead of magic.

Lucky for you, you’d been prepared for this, and whipped out your own set, the gesture met by applause and whoops from everyone watching.

Hand to hand combat was something you’d been working on much more recently, as it was a completely different skill set from your own powers, and so you didn’t have the luxury of just knowing what to do with them or how to use them.

Whatever you’d learned appeared to be working, though, as Loki seemed genuinely impressed by your skills.

“You didn’t tell me you were good with knives, too, Y/N. I’m disappointed in you.”

You rolled your eyes as you blocked one of their swipes. “What, and spoil the fun?” You made another jab, and Loki only just managed to move out of the way, and you grinned as you went to back to your playful banter. “What’s the matter? The God of Mischief doesn’t like tricks?”

“Oh, you don’t want to start with that.” Loki smirked, taking a step back from you only to step forward again, bringing both knives down toward you.

Seeing your escape, you ducked out of the way and, using Loki’s momentum, and taking the chance to play just a little bit dirty, you swept their feet out from under them, effectively knocking them over, and by the time they managed to turn around and face you, you had both daggers pointed at their throat, smug smile on your face.

“Checkmate.”

Loki seemed truly stunned for a long moment, and then nodded, accepting their defeat. “A little dirty, but a win’s a win.”

You smiled, and held a hand out so they could pull themselves up as everyone swarmed around you, congratulating you and excitedly talking about how proud they were of you and how surprised they were that you’d actually won against them.

You couldn’t lie, it felt nice to have everyone singing your praises, but mostly you were just proud of yourself, and glad that the both of you had had fun while doing it. Slinging an arm around Loki’s shoulder, you smiled, and waved a hand dismissively.

“I haven’t even told you all the best part of all this.” You glanced at Loki with a sly grin. “Celebratory drinks are on Loki tonight.”

“Hey, that was never a part of the deal! Y/N, get back here!”

But you’d already bolted halfway across the room, laughing all the while.

[mochi-marie]

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗

author’s note : thanks so much to @.kuroosweakness for allowing me to use the concept ! please go check out their content !

perspective : gender neutral

characters : midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, todoroki shoto

⊰ 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗞𝗨 ⊱

♡ . . . keeps a journal! it may sound strange at first, but hear me out! midoriya kept journals logging pro-heroes and their quirks, heck, he even logged information down about his classmates! so, who’s to say he wouldn’t do the same for you? he does it almost without thinking about it. you told him your favorite color? he has it scribbled down on your page. you mentioned in passing that you’re fond of ___? don’t worry, he remembers!

          —     midoriya murmured to himself softly as he quickly scribbled down your favorite snack, you watching in slight confusion as right after you mentioned so at the table, he quickly fumbled for his notebook and began to furiously scribble. Iida rose a brow at his friend’s eager writing, “Midoriya, what are you writing?” …he only seemed to freeze as he quickly shoved the pen and notebook under his arms, caging his limbs over the table as he giggled nervously, blush apparent on his face. “N-nothing!  I just…I just forgot to w-write something down from class!! that’s it!” 

♡ . . . the first to offer! honestly doesn’t realize he’s been jumping at any chance to help you out until someone mentions it. he will perk up at the sound of your disappointed or frustrated sighs/huffs, asking what’s wrong, and then offer quickly with a pink tint to his cheeks. and while even if it means that he might be left without a pencil, he’d do it a thousand times over just to see the little relieved smile pull at your lips as you whisper a quiet ‘ thank-you ’.

         —     his gaze looked to you out of the corner of his eyes as he watched you lean back into your seat with a huff, fingers reaching infront of himself to fiddle with the pencil in his heads before deciding to speak up; “(name)-chan? what’s wrong?” “oh, i just…just forgot my pencil in my room, ‘s all.” you whispered back quietly, not wanting to interrupt the rather loud lecture (could you even call it that?) by Present Mic. Suddenly, a pencil rolled onto your desk, and you looked back to him, confused. “i have an extra, you can use it for now, i don’t mind!” he said, smiling softly. in reality that was the only pencil he had, but seeing the thankful smile curl onto your lips made it easy for him to forget. 

♡ . . . talks a lot ! we all know how he tends to mumble to himself, so i don’t see this being too far out of the normal for him! he slowly finds himself wishing and wanting to talk with you more, and so the speed starts to pick up — he just doesn’t want you to be bored with him! or worse, he doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t want to talk to you! D:

        —     midoriya looked over his shoulder to Iida, who had his hand firmly placed their with a small smile adorning his lips, “maybe you should give them time to respond, shouldn’t you?” he tried joking, uraraka giggling she leaned up against you, watching as midoriya’s face exploded in a burst of pinkish-red as he waved his hands in front of his face, embarrassed; “i-i’m sorry! i just love talking to them and-”

⊰ 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 ⊱

♡ . . . quite observant! i think it’s safe to say that bakugo doesn’t seem like the sweet and romantic type, neither is he necessarily flirtatious. one thing i do see in him though is that he is very observant with his crush. he has an inclination to learn more about you, and that may throw you off in the beginning when he reminds you of something you completely forgot about, or when he might speak up for you, knowing what you like/think/want/etc (and then get defensive embarrassed when someone calls him on it). 

         —     “here.” he said firmly, confronting you after the last class of the day. he had his arm outstretched, one of his notebooks opened on a page as he held them out to you, offering while looking to the side. “wha-” “you didn’t finish the notes on the last lecture, didn’t you?” he asked, though the tone in his voice clearly wasn’t really questioning as he forced the notebook into your hand. “just get the notes back to me when you finish. and don’t take all night!!” he added sharply, shoving his hands into his pockets, waiting for you to confirm your understanding before making a small “tch” sound and walking off. 

♡ . . . the food though! i am very much in love with the overall head-cannon that bakugo is amazing at cooking, and i could see him doing this for the person he likes! i feel that if he started noticing you not eating at lunch time, or if he overhears you skipped breakfast (hah me), the next day he’ll come over tapping you on your shoulder just outside of the classroom and silently shove a small bento box of food into your hands with a stone-cold face with the excuse of “i had extra”. (kaminari’s whining in the background cause he had asked bakugo if he could have the food and was denied so quick lol)

        —     the box dropped onto your desk as the class just before lunch ended, looking up to meet bakugo’s eyes, already adverted as he gripped his bag’s strap tightly, hiding his face though anyone could see his red tipped ears. “j-just take it, okay? i had extra and you were the first person i saw!” he exclaimed defensively, seeing the questioning look on your face. kaminari pouted in the background, muttering something about “favoritism”. 

♡ . . . defends you! it may just be the serotonin kicking in, but imagine him defending you?? i can definitely see him jumping into a conversation if he hears any smack talk about you or your abilities/quirk, and you can bet he will slap whoever said anything about you over the head if they don’t immediately shut their mouths. 

       —     “what? do you expect me not to yell at them when they’re saying stupid shit like that?!” he yelled, rolling his eyes after kirishima told him to cool his jets. “you can’t just-” “i can, and i will!” “bakugo, how do you think (name) would feel if you beat that kid up?” “who cares about what they think!” kirishima just looked at him with crossed arms, a knowing look on his face as bakugo scoffed, looking away in defensive embarrassment. 

⊰ 𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗜 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗢 ⊱

♡ . . . walks you to and from classes! mostly for when the dormitory system is installed! ever since you both found out you were dorm neighbors/buddies, every morning you were met with soft knocks on your room door, and there stood a calm, collected todoroki — “shall we go?” 🥺 and then he waits for you at the end of every class as you pack your things into your bag.

        —     he stopped at the edge of your desk, patiently waiting for you to bag your notebooks and pencils quietly as other students started to clear out of the almost empty classroom, everyone already heading off to lunch. he could only look on, content, at seeing your hidden gleeful smile as he waiting for you to walk you to lunch, a flutter in his stomach. 

♡ . . . keeps track! i have a feeling that once he comes to terms with his crush on you, he might observe you silently (and respectfully of course) and figure out your schedule. he’ll end up reminding you of little things a few minutes before hand, and eventually it just becomes the daily “norm”. 

       —     “you’ll need this notebook for the next class, don’t forget.” he reminded softly, catching you right before you left as you had mistakenly left a notebook on your desk in your clamor to head to the next classroom. your smile and embarrassed “thank you” was enough to make the corner of his lips quirk up, even for a fleeting moment as he nodded in response. 

♡ . . . pretends! it sounds weird, but please, hear me out! i feel like every now and then, he might ask you the meaning of something or a subject that he found out you like a lot just so you can rant to him about it. he isn’t much of a talker, so he’d enjoy just watching and listening to you rant on something that you love. 

      —     “what’s ___?” he asked softly, looking to you for explanation. he watched the grin grow on your lips as you broke out into a conversation, mindless rambling until it evolved into full-blown ranting about the questioned subject, one of your favorites. in fact, todoroki already knew. he’s heard you speak of it before, he knew the general basics, but something about hearing you speak endlessly about the small subject with a wide smile on your face and hands flying around for gestures made his heart swell with an emotion he wasn’t sure he recognized. 

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