#it's time to make my own food once again.....

[cressidagrey]

It's a Love Story - Chapter 7

Summary:

Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.

Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.

And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.

Warning:

Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible. Also Retconning from Nesta's Spring Birthday to like late November, just because otherwise my plot doesn't work.

If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.

Sky had kinda waited for the two of them to have screeching arguments…as soon as the happy bubble of a new mating bond fell away. 

But…nothing of that sort had happened.

“Let’s just keep it just for us for a little while,” he had whispered and she had agreed, curled up in his arms. Just them.

Just for a little while. Nobody else’s opinion did really matter after all. And she knew that there would be numerous opinion be had about the fact that hse had met her mate and then moved in with him in the span of less than a day…and that the two of them were utterly and deliriously happy since then. 

Just the two of them - at least for a little while longer. Sky knew that they would have to tell their friends and family eventually, that they couldn't stay in their little bubble forever, but she was in no rush. The world could wait. For now, she was perfectly content to just be with Azriel.

And they didn’t fight. About anything. 

It was...weird. 

She was waiting for arguments. She was waiting for screaming and to be told that she wasn’t enough…for him to finally realie that he had made a grave mistake…but nothing happened. 

He didn’t care that she stuffed all his bookcases with her books…or rather that his shadows did, painstakingly replicating the order she had had in her little apartment. 

Azriel even made nice with Hector and bought him tuna, jut for her sake…

She had caught Azriel and Hector curled up on the couch together last week - Azriel reading a book and Hector sprawled on his lap. She'd stared at them for a long moment. He had let Hector drool all over his shirt. Azriel had looked up at her with a sheepish grin when he noticed her staring. "He's very cuddly," he'd said, as if that was all the explanation that was needed.

Sky had just laughed, shaking her head as she made her way over to them, sitting down next to Azriel. She had rested her head on his shoulder, reaching out to pet the cat. Hector purred loudly in approval, nudging his head against Sky's hand, and she couldn't help but smile.

Azriel kept odd hours for his work, sometimes disappearing in the middle of the night or coming home then too…but Sky did too, so it didn’t bother her.

He always made time for her - making them breakfast or bringing her coffee or leaving little notes for her. 

And she horded it all away like a dragon did with it’s hoard, wanting to enjoy that just a little while longer. 

Sky made sure to do the same for him. She knew he never slept much, so she always left a cup of tea by his bed if he was late in returning, and always left some food for him… She found him a new salve for the scars on his hand, massaging it in with all the patience in the world when he admitted to her that the muscles and joints hurt as it got colder… She bought him sweets from the same little shop in the Rainbow she got her own stash of caramel candies from… She wanted to take care of him, even if she knew Azriel would never ask for it.

She loved the way he held her, as if he would never let her go. She loved the way he whispered her name as he kissed down her body, and the way he held her once they were finished, his wings wrapping around them and cocooning her in warmth. Sky had never imagined that she could be loved like this, but Azriel made her feel like she was the most precious thing in the world.

And if Azriel wasn’t there…the shadows were.

They had become her constant companions - sliding beneath doors and around walls and windows, following her through the house. At first, the shadows had been startling, but she had quickly grown used to them - they seemed to relish draping themselves over her, wrapping around her wrists, her ankles, her shoulders. The shadows would stroke at her face and whisper her name, and Sky had taken to speaking to them as well, asking them about Azriel or if they could bring her things or fetch Hector.

It was...nice not being alone anymore. Sky had never realized how lonely she had been in her little apartment, but now that she had the shadows - and Azriel - she didn’t want to go back. She loved the way the shadows seemed to watch over her, always present even if Azriel was not. And in their own way, the shadows cared for her too, always there to provide a steadying or comforting presence - or to bring her a cup of tea, or fetch her a book she needed for research...

And besides, the shadows were much better at moving furniture than Sky was. She had quickly learned that if she needed something rearranged or moved and Azriel was not around to do it, the shadows were more than happy to help.

But most of all, the shadows had come to represent Azriel to her - they were always with her, always watching over her, and she knew that even if Azriel could not be there, the shadows would always look out for her. They would keep her safe. 

It was a strange and unexpected sense of comfort, but Sky had come to cherish it. She never felt truly alone anymore, not with the shadows constantly at her back, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

And if Azriel was there…well.

The sex was better than anything she had ever imagined.

Sometimes she woke up to him between her thighs, right in the middle of throes of her pleasure, her whole body still heavy with sleep and drenched with wetness. 

He made her feel wanted, desired in a way that she had never experienced before. He never tired of her, always wanting to be close her, and she never tired of him. Every touch felt like a new discovery, and Sky was learning Azriel’s body like she had never learned anything else in her life, learning what made him moan and tremble and beg for more. She loved the way he touched her, the way he kissed her, and the way he whispered her name as he moved inside her.

But it wasn't just about the physical pleasure.

After sex…when it was just the two of them curled up in their bed, his wings wrapped around her, his head bedded on body more often than not…they talked. A truth for a truth.

She learned more about him. About his horrible sweet tooth. About the scars that covered his hands…she had traced them one evening and he had looked at her…looked at her in wonder.

He opened up to her about so many things, telling her stories from his childhood, about the horrors of the war, and about his family. Sky listened to all of it, her heart breaking for all the pain and suffering he had endured, and vowing to spend the rest of her life making him happy. And in turn, she shared her own stories with him, telling him things she had never told anyone else. It felt...good to let go of all the secrets and burdens she had carried for so long, and to know that Azriel was there to listen and to understand.

He never once cared about her stuttering. Never once rushed her.

Though she could feel… she felt so safe with him…that the stutter eased. Still there but sometimes she could go whole sentences without stuttering once..

Azriel was always patient with her, letting her take her time when she needed it, and never making her feel rushed. And to her surprise, her stutter had eased, bit by bit.

It was a strange feeling, not having to struggle through every word, to speak without fear of being judged or laughed at. And Azriel never drew attention to it, never made her feel as if she was something to be pitied or fixed. He just accepted her for who she was - stutter and all.

Sky was…so very grateful for that. She could trust Azriel with her deepest fears and insecurities, and he would always be there for her, supporting her and encouraging her. And in turn, she would do the same for him.

Being with him was so easy.

So easy, and so natural. It felt like they had been together for years, not just weeks. She couldn't imagine her life without Azriel, and she never wanted to. He made her laugh, and he made her feel loved and he wanted her.

That was probably the most startling thing.  

Sky was working on her desk, that overlooked the lake, while Azriel preferred to work upstairs in his office, and a cup of tea was gently put down next to her, a kiss pressed against the crown of her head. She couldn’t help but lean back into him with a happy sigh, tipping up her head, turning towards Azriel and letting him kiss her properly.

“Sky?” He asked softly as she leaned into the touch of the hand on her shoulder.

She hummed in answer.

“Isn’t one of your books coming out soon?” Azriel asked her softly.

“In three weeks, just in time for winter solstice shopping,” Sky answered absentmindedly. “Why?”

Azriel was quiet for a moment, his hand still resting on her shoulder. "How high are the chances that I could…have an early copy?" Azriel asked, sounding nearly hesitant.

Sky turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. "You want an early copy of my book?" she asked, curious. Azriel's nod was immediate. A slow smile spread across Sky's face. "You want to read it?” she asked him hesitantly. He wanted to read her book? 

“I do want to read it. And I also have a friend who adores your books and her birthday is coming up…” Azriel said softly. “She’s important to me. Like a little sister. Her name is Nesta. And I think she may be your biggest fan.”

Sky blinked in surprise, touched by Azriel's words. She knew how much Azriel cared about his family, and to hear him describe Nesta as a little sister was...well, it was sweet. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride knowing that her books had made such an impression on someone so important to him.

She opened the drawer of her desk and pulled out one of the dozen or so she had stashed in there. At his surprised look she just shrugged. “I always get a few from the first print run,” she said drily.

Azriel took the book from her hands, his gaze softening as he looked down at the cover. "Thank you," he said quietly, his fingers tracing over the embossed title of the book. "I know she'll love it."

“Just tell her to please not let the newspaper get their hands on it,” Sky said drily, making him laugh. 

“She’ll protect this book fiercely,” he told her sagely. “Would you…sign it?” Azriel asked her. 

Sky hesitated. She had never once signed any of her books. Had never written the name Sellyn Drake as an autograph. 

But for Azriel...she could do it. For Nesta. 

So she took the book back, dipped her quill in her ink, flicking it off twice, and then wrote a short message to Nesta - wishing her a happy birthday and hoping that she enjoyed the book. 

Sky signed Sellyn Drake at the bottom, the movement feeling surprisingly natural… and felt strangely vulnerable as she handed the book back to Azriel.

Azriel looked down at the inscription, reading it over carefully before looking back at Sky. "Thank you," he said again, his voice soft and tender. "This means a lot to me, and to her."

Sky felt a warm glow settle over her, and she knew in that moment that she would do anything for Azriel. Anything to make him happy.

“You are very welcome,” she said simply.

He leaned down and kissed her, and Sky melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Azriel's neck and pulling him closer. For a moment, the world outside their little bubble of happiness seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them.

***

“It seems like we need to come to some sort of agreement,” Azriel said tightly.

Hector the cat was staring at him with one eye and doing his best to intimidate him into life-long obedience, from where he was sitting in front of Azriel, who was sitting on the couch. 

"I am not going to stop sleeping in Sky's bed," he told the cat, crossing his arms. "I am not going to stop cuddling with her." Hector hissed at him in response, clearly not a fan of the fact that Azriel was going to stick around. 

It was a potential problem. Azriel glared at the ugly cat.

If it even was a cat. Sometimes he wasn't quite sure. Maybe it was a stunted Mountain Lion. It was quite big for a normal cat. And uglier than that.

"You know, I am not above pretending to be allergic to you," he told the cat drily. Especially if Hector kept scratching him.

Hector shot him a disdainful look, clearly not worried. And then swiped out a paw to smack at Azriel's naked feet, claws carefully withdrawn. 

Azriel scowled down at the cat. "You're lucky Sky loves you so much," he muttered, glaring at Hector.

"We can agree to get along. I'll buy you that ridiculous expensive Tuna you like and you can come join us when we cuddle on the couch. Or we can draw a line in the sand and see who comes out on top." Azriel raised an eyebrow.

Drily he reflected that this was how far he had come. Trying to bargain with the ugliest cat he had ever seen.

Hector stared back at him for a moment, before finally letting out a "Meow" as if to say, "Fine, fine, you can stay - for now." 

Azriel let out a sigh of relief, glad that the cat had finally agreed to some sort of truce. And he knew that Sky would be happy too - she loved that mangly cat more than anything. So he would put up with Hector - for Sky's sake.

Hector smacked him on the arm and crawled into his lap.

Azriel hesitantly petted his head. “You do realize you weigh a ton, right?” he told the cat drily.

Sky had told him that he had been all skin and bones when she had found him. Yeah, that was definitely no longer true.

Hector rolled over on his back, demanding belly rubs.

Azriel sighed, shaking his head as he reluctantly obliged, rubbing Hector's belly, where the cat’s fur was patchy. 

 Azriel couldn't deny that the cat was oddly endearing, even if he would never admit it out loud. And as Hector purred contentedly in his lap, Azriel couldn't help but smile.

Maybe he could put up with this cat after all. For Sky's sake, of course.

Just for Sky. 

Just for Sky's sake, he bought the cat ridiculous expensive treats, a scratching post and toys.

And he found that, as the weeks went on, he didn't mind as much when Hector would jump into bed with them in the middle of the night, curling up next to Sky. Or when he would bat at Azriel's toes while he read.

Nobody ever needed to know when he asked Gwyn to help him find some books about cats and their proper nourishment and exercise.

"Thank you," he thanked the red headed priestess when she handed him a whole stack of them at the end of their next private dagger lesson.

"No, thank you.  Finally I can pay you back for all the dagger lessons," Gwyn said with a bright grin. "Are you...Are you thinking about adopting a cat?" she asked him curiously.

"No. A friend did," he answered truthfully.

"Making nice with it then?" Gwyn asked him and he sighed.

"I am pretty sure the cat plots my murder on a daily basis," he answered only half joking.

Gwyn laughed, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Have you tried giving it treats?" Gwyn suggested helpfully.

Azriel opened his mouth to respond but at that moment, Rhys landed just a few feet away. Probably training with Cassian early in the morning, before they did their usual training with the priestesses and Valkyries.

"I even bought him ridiculously overpriced, fresh tuna," he admitted drily, making her laugh.

"Good luck with your bribes," Gwyn said with another laugh. "See you later, shadowsinger," she said with a wave over her shoulder. Azriel looked after her for a moment and then passed over to one of the weapon racks, starting his usual inspection.

"Dagger Lessons?" Rhys asked him, as he crossed over to him. 

"Yes," Azriel agreed. He could hear the inflection in Rhys' voice, a lilting question. He didn't even want to know what Rhys was thinking.

"Just With Gwyn?" Rhys asked, tone still carefully neutral.

Azriel sighed, turning to face his friend. "Yes, just with Gwyn," he confirmed. Azriel kept his tone neutral, almost indifferent.

Azriel went back to his dagger inspection, keeping his mind focused on the task at hand.

He could feel Rhys's eyes on him, but he didn't waver. He knew his brother well enough to know that Rhys was trying to get a reaction out of him. And je wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of a response.

Azriel didn't need to wait long. He could feel the talons of Rhys' daemati powers scratch against his mental shields just moments later. He let him in with a sigh. Was he officially going to get warned off Gwyn as well? 

Apparently Azriel was.

*If you want more from her, don't you dare pressuring her,* Rhys snapped into his mind.

Azriel nearly started to bristle. He wondered if Rhys even thought about how much of an insult it was. Ever thought of what it meant that he thought that Azriel would pressure Gwyn in anything she didn’t want. 

But he just answered flatly. *Then it will calm you to know that I couldn't possibly be less interested in Gwyn romantically.*

Maybe in another life. But not in this one.

*So what, you'll keep yearning after Elain?* Rhys asked him sharply.

Azriel looked up from the daggers, fixing Rhys with a glare.

*I behave. That's what you want. What I do or don't feel outside of that is none of your business,* Azriel gave back.

He was sick of this. Sick of Rhys treating him like he was some kind of reckless child who couldn't be trusted to make his own decisions. 

*I'll behave. As I always do.* He repeated that with more force, his glare hardening.

And as a side note, I am perfectly capable of handling my own feelings, Rhys. I don't need your interference.

The words hung in the air between them, sharp and pointed.

Azriel held Rhys's gaze for a beat longer, then turned back to the daggers. But he could feel the tension between them, the unspoken words that still hovered in the air.

He was so fucking done with Rhys’ meddling. Or with his brother not trusting him to handle his own feelings like an adult. 

*Oh really?* Rhys crossed his arms, wings spreading wide at his back. *How long have you been pining after Elain, knowing damn well that it would only bring you misery?*

It was a punch beneath what was appropriate. Both knew it.

But AZriel couldn't even fucking care at that moment.

He slammed down the mental walls, forcing Rhys out of his mind immediately.

Quite frankly, he hadn't thought about Elain once after Sky and him had accepted the mating bond. He hadn't fucking cared anymore.

 Elain could do whatever she wanted. So could Mor.  Azriel was kinda busy with doting on his mate.

Sky mattered. 

Sky actually wanted him around. Sky liked him enough to let him share her bed and curl around her and had not once flinched away from his shadows. 

Rhys could say and do whatever he wanted but he was not getting near Sky. 

"Good Morning!" At least Cassian was in a good mood.

Azriel barely acknowledged Cassian's cheerful greeting, his mind still reeling from his confrontation with Rhys. He wasn't in the mood to banter or make small talk. But Cassian, being Cassian, didn't seem to pick up on the tension in the air.

He plopped down on the ground beside Azriel, stretching out his wings lazily.

"What's got you brooding?" Cassian asked, eyeing Azriel curiously.

"Still figuring out Nesta's birthday gift," he said drily. It wasn't even a lie.

Cassian sighed.  "Good luck with that, brother. Nes can be quite the challenge to please," he said with a groan. "I still have no idea what to get her and I am her mate. I thought I would get her a new book but the only one she is interested in at the moment is the next Sellyn Drake book and that's not out for 3 weeks," Cassian complained.

Huh.

It seemed like Cassian may have just solved Azriel’s own gift debacle.

How high were the chances that he could talk Sky into giving him an early peek at her newest book?

Apparently it was as simple as asking. She gave it to him without hesitation, with a smile and he loved her just a little bit more just for that.

And he did love her. So fucking much.

It was so easy to be with her. So easy.

Azriel had never felt like this with anyone before. It was effortless to be with her, to be himself around her. She never expected anything from him, never pushed him to be someone he wasn't. She saw him for who he was, and accepted him completely.

She even accepted the shadows.

Azriel knew that the shadows were a part of him, and he had always been conscious of the way they might make people uncomfortable. But with Sky, it was different. She didn't shy away from them or make him feel like he needed to hide them from her. She even seemed to find a certain beauty in them.

She never flinched away, even when the shadows whispered against her skin...even when they touched her.

It was as if, for the first time, the shadows were not something to be feared or loathed. They were simply just a part of him, and she accepted them as such. She never asked him to change or try to control them, and it was a freedom he had never experienced before.

And quite frankly...he would rather stay with her, in their house and let himself be bullied by her cat that to sit through another family dinner.

But he did it. Just for Nesta. It was her birthday after all.

It wasn't going to be that bad. Probably.

He would just remind himself of who was waiting for him at home. That made it easy. 

And it wasn't even that bad. It could be worse.

Rhys even left him alone, mostly because Azriel did his best to stay away from Mor and Elain and Gwyn and Rhys himself for good measure, which left him with the conversation partners of Amren and Varian...and then he just needed to stay silent and let his mind wander to the feeling of Sky's hands when she scratched his scalp...the way she snuggled up to him in her sleep...to the freckles that covered her face...Azriel let his mind drift to thoughts of Sky as he sat at dinner, choosing to ignore the others' conversation. 

He knew that Rhys was probably watching him with a smug look on his face, probably thinking that Azriel was thinking of Elain instead. But Azriel didn't care. He was content in his thoughts of Sky.

Finally, they were handing gifts to Nesta, which meant that the evening was coming to an end.

Thank the cauldron for that. 

Azriel watched as Nesta unwrapped gifts from the others: jewelry from Amren, a painting of Velaris from Feyre…

“Happy Birthday,” Azriel told her softly as he handed her his gift.

“Thank you,” Nesta told him graciously, smiling at him. “Oh, chocolate!” He couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm at the bag of chocolate candies that was tied to her gift with ribbon. 

Azriel smiled, watching as Nesta excitedly tore open the bag of chocolate candies that he had bought her…Sky and him had taken an ambling walk through Velaris one afternoon, ending near the rainbow in a tiny candy shop where his mate procured her caramel candies from and he had picked them up for Nesta. 

Well, that and a few different ones to try for him and Sky.

He was just glad that Nesta seemed to like it. And then Nesta unwrapped the book.

“Cassian said you were very excited to finally read it,” he told her drily. Nesta flipped it over, eyes devouring the title.

“HOW?!” She demanded, her voice half a screech. A far cry from how composed and quiet she usually was. “How did you get it?!?” And then she was already moving to hug him fiercely, pressing a kiss against his cheek. Azriel chuckled, giving her a quick hug back. He was glad that she seemed to like his gift so much.

"Cassian let it slip that you were interested in the new Sellyn Drake book, so I thought I'd pull some strings and get you an early copy," he explained. "Happy Birthday, Nesta."

“What kind of fucking strings did you pull?!” Cassian complained pouting. “I went to every bookstore in Velaris and none could get it to me earlier than in three weeks.” 

Azriel couldn’t help but smirk at Cassian's complaint. "You know me, Cassian. I have my ways," he drawled. "Maybe you just need to expand your network."

“You had the shadows steal it, didn’t you?” Cassian asked him with a glare. Azriel couldn’t help but snort.

“No, I asked Sellyn Drake to give it to me and she did,” he said drily. “Though I'm sure Nesta couldn't care less how I got the book, as long as she gets to read it."

“Oh, I do care.” Nesta assured him immediately. “You asked Sellyn Drake? Nobody knows who she is! You know her? How? When? Why?”

Azriel chuckled, amused by Nesta's rapid-fire questions. "Yes, I know Sellyn Drake. I asked her for a favor, and she obliged. Simple as that. As for the why, well, I knew how badly you wanted to read her new novel, so I thought it would be a nice surprise for your birthday,” he told her easily, smiling softly at Azriel. 

Cassian still looked suspicious, eyeing Azriel with a critical eye. "You asked the author herself to give you an early copy of her book? Just like that?" he asked skeptically.

“Just like that,” Azriel said calmly.

“So she actually exists?” Gwynn asked him curiously, everybody turned to stare at her. “What?! You know I had my theory!”

“Gwyn’s theory is that Sellyn Drake isn’t one single person, but instead a whole group of incredible talented authors,” Nesta said with a grin.

"Oh, she definitely exists. I can vouch for that. She’s very sweet,” Azriel told Nesta simply, who opened her book, hungrily opening the front pages…

“…this is signed,” Nesta breathed. “Sellyn Drake knows my name.” 

He was pretty sure that he had heard religious people sound less worshipping than Nesta did at that moment. 

For just a moment he wanted to think about how it would be for Nesta and Sky to meet, but he forced himself not to. Not where Rhys could snap that up. 

“What?! No way!” Emerie exclaimed, clambering to take a look at the book. “Cauldron boil me.” She breathed.

“There isn’t a single signed Sellyn Drake book!” Gwyn exclaimed. 

Azriel couldn't help but chuckle at the others’ reactions. "Well, I guess that makes this a pretty special gift then," he said simply, sipping his wine with a satisfied smile.

“Very special,” Nesta told him softly, looking at him wideyed. “This is…This is incredible, Az.” 

Azriel merely inclined his head, accepting the comment. “I’m glad "It's not often that I can surprise someone who's as hard to impress as you are."

Nesta gave him a playful swat on the arm. "You know I'm not that hard to please," she told him. "You just have to know me well enough to know what I want. And apparently you do. Thank you.”

[figofswords]

i love to cook and i love food! i love cooking and i love eating! i love making food and then eating it! wait what do you mean i have to do this three times a day every day for my entire life and also dishes and grocery shopping and

[rainytomorrows]

Deadpool / Wolverine x reader | Domestic headcanons

I am legitimately moments from collapse so I will cope. Again. Domestic headcanons!!

Can't lie to y'all I'm a big fan of the poolverine x reader poly trope so. This is all made with that in mind.

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Wade > Will make you food sometimes to cheer you up, but it's just straight childish. Hot chocolate with a mountain of whipped cream and chocolate shavings, a stack of pancakes (a full foot taller than it needs to be) with yet another mountain of whipped cream and syrup, the type of stuff you only expect in some old cartoon > Comes home with the DUMBEST socks. You have to physically pull him away from those stores that specialize in funky socks. He came home with 5 different hero themed socks once (One was him, obviously. He had a wolverine one, Spiderman, Thor, and one pair of Jesus socks whom he claimed was also a superhero) > Butterfly kiss bandit. One kiss is NEVER enough for this asshole. At the least, if you dare try to give him one (1) kiss on the lips before going somewhere, he follows you when you pull away. Does that make sense? Like, you kiss him and as you're pulling away he'll follow to press another kiss, and however many he can get in before you're actually pushing him away. > Or Logan has to punch him to get his own kiss in > So annoying. If you spend too long without giving him attention, you can't expect to work on ANYTHING alone > Laying on your lap when you sit to work, draping himself over you if you stand up to work on something, practically a blanket if you're laying down to work on something > Very thoughtful gift giver though. Maybe he can't always afford some expensive gift, but, he always comes back from cheap stores (Dollar tree, Salvation Army, that strange family owned second hand store that Logan swears smells like blood somewhere) with something strangely catered to you. Funny trinket weirdly related to a story you told about one you'd seen in a store back on a trip out of state when you didn't have enough money and was heartbroken to come home without. A shirt that would fit perfect with those pants you just bought (he adores everything you wear and can only hope to cheer you up with more) > For SURE replaced your underwear with the dumbest merchandise you've ever seen once. I'm fully convinced. At least put it in with the rest. I can't imagine he wouldn't find some corny ass Deadpool thong and beg you to try it on. No one is sure if he just finds it funny or actually thinks it's cool.

Logan > Much more sensible when it comes to making you food. Knows how to make a good home cooked meal, some recipes he gained along the way like some grandma with a box of old stained recipe sheets > Makes tea for sure. Gruff as hell but, when he's really needed, he shows up with a hot cup. Tries to make himself all tough, like if it's been a long week. "Chamomile. Helps you calm down, or some shit." > He has pride. He might act like he's constantly annoyed by the two of you, but god forbid he seems like a bad boyfriend. Ever. > "I can hold my own bags?" "Fucking give them to me." > Like aggressively gentlemanly. Has the spirit just not the vocab > Lets Wade know if he thinks he's doing a terrible job as a boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, they love each other. They're each other's boyfriends too. But sometimes Logan feels like a glorified coach. > Wade will be particularly annoying one day, you had a LONG ass shift, and he's attention starved. You're clearly not having it, when Wade's draping himself over your shoulder while you're cooking and Jesus Christ this guy is heavy. You barely have time to react when Logan is throwing him over his shoulder lumberjack style. "Get the hell off" (He's already off, thanks to Logan) > Wade convinced him to wear a cop outfit once as a joke because of how he acts on dates and the such ('policing' wade and his behavior), but, ended up being too into it. Both of them. While still a little embarrassed, Logan could fit the role and Wade couldn't fit in his pants anymore. > Definitely tries to get you to the gym with him, however hard that is > If you like going: He just kinda tries to join you, almost lost puppy esque. If you don't, he's nearly bribing you to come along with him. I feel like he's the type to just have a little home gym though. Doesn't strike me as a public workout guy. I wouldn't know. > I'm unsure how to word this- I think he's a demanding cuddler. You are NOT in charge. He's holding you like a teddy bear, not as in like hugging- like you're his stuffy or something. You're almost unsure it counts so much as cuddling, so much as him just holding you. Does that make sense? You're near rag dolling when he cuddles with you because he just refuses to let someone else have control while cuddling, not as an insecurity thing that's just how he likes to cuddle > He will let you have control on occasion if it's clearly been a hard day. You may hold him if someone was a jerk to you today (Wade doesn't count. "you chose to let him live here instead of sleeping outside." "Hey!") > Don't try and excuse it with "I have to make breakfast" he'll just get up still holding you. Like the stubborn ass he and Wade always are. He's awkwardly holding you under your armpits (hugging you like a kid in the hallway holds their stuffy) as if that's supposed to be the optimal way to cook. Still has that gruff look the whole time btw ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡

Hope you guys enjoyed, as always! I live to fill the heart and soothe the soul. Let me know if you guys want a part two- I may be able to crank some more out. Have a good day/night, and a great life!!

[graciereadshannigram]

hey fam, welcome to the October round up of all my favorite fics i read this month!!

as a reminder: the ingredients for a five star rating typically (but not always!!) include some combination of a.) believable characterizations of both Hannibal and Will, b.) compelling plot and/or character arcs, and c.) high quality smut.

that being said, my judgment of the aforementioned ingredients is powered almost exclusively by vibes and as such, is incredibly subjective.

you can find past recs below:

February March April May June July August September

and if you have any recs of your own for me, PLEASE SHARE.

without further ado, let's go!

Mine to Touch by piginapoketuesday

Word Count: 14193 Summary: "You respond so well to hand feeding," Hannibal said, watching Will's hips squirm. "I'm considering binding you for every meal."Will's neck flushed with fear. Never being allowed to feed himself again. Learning to associate food with a swollen, untouched cock. Swallowing prettily and on command. His body betrayed him, and he moaned around the fork in his mouth.~Lots of constant stimulation, feeding kink, and orgasm denial. Also lots of love and care.

So I might have a handfeeding kink. Possibly. Who's to say?

A Game for Two by sourweather

Word Count: 7710 Summary: One Long Game. That's what their relationship has always been. And the game never seems to end, which suits them just fine.Some unhinged murder husband content for the soul

Pretty much anything from this author ends up getting a five star rating, and this one was no exception.

Focus and Curiosity by hesterbyrde

Word Count: 7029 Summary: If someone had told Will two months ago that he would wind up regularly sleeping with his psychiatrist, he would have laughed in their face. Not just once, but twice. First for the absurdity of the idea in general. Just the thought of someone carrying on a sexual relationship with their therapist was ridiculous. Never mind that it would also be wildly unethical and illegal. But then he would also laugh at the sheer thought of having a psychiatrist in the first place. He'd avoided them like the plague all his adult life, and largely succeeded save the required eval after he'd been stabbed in the line of duty back when he was a cop. Needless to say that hadn't gone well.But this arrangement with Hannibal Lecter was going very well, strangely enough. Hannibal seemed content to let Will steer the course of his therapy. When Will didn't feel like talking, Hannibal would keep the conversation superficial. Or they would talk about whatever case Will was currently working on for Jack. And when Will did feel like talking, he had to admit some of Hannibal's insights into the quandary of his personality were actually enlightening. And it didn't hurt that the sex was amazing.

THIS BETTER NOT AWAKEN ANYTHING IN ME. Deadass, this inspired me to upgrade my own nipple clamps, so. Do with that information what you will.

Quiet Asphodel by FKAHerSweetness

Word Count: 174475 Summary: Once upon a time, there was a great and just king. This king, long ago, adopted a son and groomed the young prince to hunt monsters that roamed the kingdom. One day, the prince comes upon a monster of wild proportions, both fierce and courteous. The prince vows to the monster: 'I will capture you, as my father bids me.' The monster makes his own vow to the prince: 'I will wed you, as my heart bids me.'

Holy fucking shit. Once again, a deeply uncomfortable and awesome read. Again, nobody is good in this fic. But with my whole chest, FUCK Jack Crawford.

Much Ado About Knotting by l3moncoffee

Word Count: 3352 Summary: “We have a warrant to search the premises!”“Surely you could have knocked,” Hannibal Lecter said, wrapping a protective arm around his Omega.—————————————————— The FBI & Baltimore City Homicide have their sights on the Lecters, a bonded Alpha-Omega pair suspected of torturing and cannibalizing their victims.A strike team is assembled to catch them red-handed, but they run into some unexpected knots along the way.

I need more of this. STAT.

Heart's Desire by Celinesits

Word Count: 34514 Summary: COMPLETEWhat if Hannibal Lecter was given a Love Potion that led him straight to Will Graham? Spending two weeks with your Heart’s Desire is a dream come true.Meanwhile, Will Graham is fulfilling his public duty by staying with Hannibal, but being smothered in affection forces Will to confront his increasingly confused feelings for Doctor Lecter. Thank you if you have supported this story- kudos and comments/bookmarks are so kind x ❤️Based on the characters created by Thomas Harris, and Hannibal TV show creator Bryan Fuller.

I loved how well this was executed, enough that I can forgive the very brief overlap with HP/FBWTFT. Also, very in character Hannibal.

double by YouAreMyDesign

Word Count: 3961 Summary: It took a long time before Will grew from actively fighting these gifts, to resigned acceptance, to eager anticipation. It's just one of those things that comes with dating Hannibal Lecter; gifts are a given. And Hannibal, he soon realized, loves seeing Will in things he's bought.

We see dom Will Graham and we black out.

Patience and Precision by hesterbyrde

Word Count: 6253 Summary: Will drove himself straight from the crime scene to Hannibal's house. He wasn't even halfway up the porch steps when the door cracked open to reveal Hannibal's chiseled face, his features all the sharper with lines of confusion and concern."Will, I wasn't expecting you. Is everything alright?" he asked, pulling the door open to allow Will inside.Will took in the sight for a moment, making a slow fuss of taking off his coat and brushing his shoes on the mat. Hannibal was not in a suit. Not even in casual wear. Rather he was wearing a pair of soft grey lounge pants and a cable knit red sweater. Will had the sudden urge to press his face into the fabric and see if the crimson yarn was as soft as it looked.

Nipple clamps are my kryptonite.

pick up your phone by abbymyg

Word Count: 1404 Summary: Alana calls Will at an inopportune time.

A reread!! I love this one so much.

Recognition by StratsWrote

Word Count: 3910 Summary: The video was simple, a man sat in a high-back chair with his legs spread and his hand between them. He had a magnificent cock, uncut, red, thick. Will loved that cock. He worshipped it in his mind. And watching it now, Will groaned in pleasure, sinking deeper into the bed with his own hand stroking himself.  Will has a certain porn actor he's a fan of. He's never seen his face, but he knows every breath and groan and whimper he makes. When he meets Dr. Lecter, a consultant on the Shrike case, Will doesn't find him particularly interesting until in the midst of saving a life, he hears the same sighs and hums he's pleasured himself to coming from the doctor next to him.

Oh ideal. This was so hot.

Housekeeping by FKAHerSweetness

Word Count: 96562 Summary: Marriage is a creature living separate from its components. Yet it requires attention, tolerance and care. Have you seen it? Could you recognize its deep wounds - and which one of you inflicted them? And are they ready to heal? What do you really know about this illusory animal?

Holy shit. When I say this fic got under my skin in the best way possible, I truly mean that. Will is terrible. Honestly, so is Chilton. Hannibal is also not great. This is a story about not great people, but like a car crash, I simply couldn't look away. I love erotic psychological horror and this was ticking all of the boxes for me.

The Accident by TigerPrawn

Word Count: 1369 Summary: Sharing a bed results in unexpected intimacy.

And there was only one bed!!! I love.

Moth to the Flame by hannibae

Word Count: 4324 Summary: Will breathes out a laugh, arching his back in surprise when Hannibal presses the dry pad of a finger over his hole. “Nah,” he lets out, shaky and unsure, “I’ve been high before, but I’ve never—God, everything you do is perfect, isn’t it? Are you bad at anything?” It all feels too nice, Hannibal’s body solid and perfect against his own, his hands squeezing and kneading his flesh, his hips working up against Will’s own. It’s exactly how it shouldn’t be with Hannibal.

stoned Hannigram is absolutely delightful, this was so fucking HOT.

The Strangest Thing by foggys_cupcake_girl

Word Count: 3562 Summary: Will Graham is used to coming home and seeing his husband doing odd things, but he's never come home to find him with his head in a bag of Cheetos, with his hand down the toilet, or lying bare-naked in the living room after a shower.Or, that one where Hannibal tries to do a nice thing and ends up in way, WAY over his head.

STONED HANNIGRAM IS ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL.

Remember Me, I Ask by HigherMagic

Word Count: 10795 Summary: "Part of me was worried you were dead."It's not what he expected to hear, and Will's throat goes tight. The sheath of it is slicked with honey and afterburn, and his fingers flex on the arms of the chair. "You didn't used to let fear of consequences affect you," he replies."Until you."Settled into his life with Duncan, Will is ready to leave everything behind. Until Hannibal breaks out of prison. Will knows his time is limited.

This felt very in character, and was also hot as fuck.

Healthy Curiosity by orphan_account

Word Count: 1267 Summary: Restless, Abigail sneaks off to her fathers' bedroom in the middle of the night seeking comfort. She instead puts some of her curiosities to rest.

Fuck me, I do love voyeurism.

Teach Me a Lesson (Already Learned) by whenitstarted

Word Count: 3142 Summary: Will being married to Molly and cheating on her with Hannibal.

A reread that is still fabulous.

the leather runs smooth by drpeaceandlove

Word Count: 4960 Summary: "Are you... encouraging me to sleep with Molly?" Will kept his intent gaze trained upon Hannibal's face, finding that - even through his abilities to empathise with others - he could not discern anything wrong about Hannibal's current demeanour.A feline grin unfurled upon Hannibal's lips and he let out a faint exhalation of amusement, capturing Will's lips in yet another kiss."I am merely advising you, my dear." Hannibal insisted - something Will did not at all believe - and brought his hand back, much to Will's dismay. That disappointment was short-lived, however, when Hannibal began unbuckling the leather belt looped through Will's jeans. "Now, shall we begin our session?"----Or, Hannibal and Will are interrupted by a call during one of their therapy sessions.

Anything involving being railed while on a phone call is gonna make me INCREDIBLY happy.

All the Things that Make a Sound by sourweather

Word Count: 3330 Summary: Hannibal gets an unexpected call from Will while he's in prison. They don't speak, Will just wants Hannibal to listen.

Will calling Hannibal while Hanni's in prison to make him listen while Will fucks Molly? Amazing. Wish I could give this more than one star.

I Hope You'll Feed Me by DorianThey

Word Count: 3473 Summary: Trans!Will Graham hates getting his period, but Hannibal loves taking care of him while he’s bleeding. Especially when Will needs an endorphin boost…

This was hot. That's all.

Cuisine Euphonique by thecountessolivia

Word Count: 35321 Summary: Nightmares brought on by a gruesome case lead Will to some unorthodox therapy in the form of a YouTube cooking channel.[Completed]

So this was a reread and I'm still obsessed with it.

Instinct by solarteacup

Word Count: 5329 Summary: Hannibal took another sip of wine, then reached out with both hands to cup Will’s face. He moved slowly, intentionally. His fingers caressed from the point of Will’s chin through the coarse dark hair of his beard, fanning out to his cheeks. When his fingertips reached Will’s ears, he stopped, cradling Will’s jaw in his palms while his thumbs brushed against old scars. He smiled, eyes moving from Will’s reflective gaze down to his slightly parted lips. “Instinct is nothing more than lessons learned and skills acquired over millions of years of self-preservation. Genetic patterns built to keep us alive without thinking. Legs to run or kick, arms to climb or scratch…” “And mouths to bite?” Will spoke low, eyes darting across Hannibal’s, unsure where to settle his gaze. Hannibal hummed. “The mouth serves many, many purposes." ______________ aka Hannibal gives Will anatomy lessons on what he and his mouth were built for.

Oh dear. I fear this has awoken something in me.

it’s only a matter of time before we all burn by madeofbees

Word Count: 11963 Summary: help, please voice cracking 2:13am blinking the world on and off. The flashing he couldn’t trust the time a power outage a will outage he needed to check his phone couldn’t tolerate hannibal away from his ear  what do you need will heavy with sleep composed and solid propping will up keeping him from flying apart, shattering like a fragile teacupi need you to make it stop—will has a panic attack, hannibal fixes it

THIS WAS SO FUCKING GOOD AND SO FREAKIN' HOT.

you are the shower of light i devour by madeofbees

Word Count: 26255 Summary: Will has spent his life on suppressants, living as a beta, repressing as much of his sexuality as he can. It’s easier, raises fewer questions. But suppressants only work so well for so long, and chronic overuse only makes the eventual heat worse. Still, he rests easy knowing that he’s perceived as a beta, and therefore is safe.Until his psychiatrist casually mentions it’s been a while since his last heat, and does he require any assistance?Yes, actually. He does.—Almost exclusively smut, with a dash of trauma!angst, heavily seasoned with obliviously and incorrectly assumed one-sided feels.

I do adore a good chronic overuse of suppressants leads to an intense heat trope.

looked up at the sky and it was maroon by madeofbees

Word Count: 15852 Summary: Will accidentally sends Hannibal a dick pic and Hannibal loses his shit. That’s it that’s the story.eta: now with edits!

i LOVE Hannibal nearly setting his home on fire because of a dick pic from Will. absolutely amazing, 10/10.

Doctor Lecter’s Fabulously Buff Investigator by TheSilverQueen

Word Count: 5625 Summary: Online conferences due to the quarantine are how Doctor Lecter's colleagues learn that: 1) Doctor Lecter has a beautiful home; 2) Doctor Lecter is married; and 3) Doctor Lecter's husband is fabulously buff.

This was very silly and I loved it.

I Only Have Eyes For You by sourweather

Word Count: 3827 Summary: Will gets so, so bored at Hannibal's dinner parties. But they're dating, so he can't exactly say no. So one night, he decides to have some fun, and tries to make Hannibal jealous by flirting with one of the guests. It doesn't go how Will expected.

Another re-read, another one that's still incredible.

Caught in the Act by UndeadRobby

Word Count: 2829 Summary: A collection of oneshots where Hannibal and Will get caught in... compromising positions.

Amazing.

Will Graham's Unconventional Health Care Proxy by UndeadRobby

Word Count: 3383 Summary: "It appears our dear friend Will Graham was in an accident, and is currently unconscious at Johns Hopkins. They needed someone to consent to continued treatment on his behalf, now that they have completed the actively life-saving treatment.”Frederick blinks. “And… he listed you as his healthcare proxy? Not, oh, I don’t know, his wife? Jack Crawford? Alana Bloom? A dog?”

Hannibal being Will's healthcare proxy and rubbing it in everyone else's face is hysterical and I loved it.

Like a Room Without a Roof by halotolerant

Word Count: 52881 Summary: Will is an awkward, single Submissive who has to get a temporary partner so he can pass an Alignment Health Assessment for his job. Hannibal is a Dom agreeable to low-level ‘sessions’ in which no sex or feelings will get involved.None of that works out quite to plan.

This was such a fun take on a BDSM AU!!

Make the world go quiet - sensory deprivation by Incidentsofunknownorigins

Word Count: 6071 Summary: Back in America 4th of July weekend,Will is triggered by fireworks and past trauma, Hannibal finds a way to distract him.

Trauma response mitigated by sex? Say less. Also written by a friend!

Hummingbird by sourweather

Word Count: 5416 Summary: Will and Hannibal have been seeing each other for a few months. They're keeping things pretty casual, sneaking around behind closed doors. Until Will finds out he's pregnant with Hannibal's baby.

This was fluffy goodness.

Pupping Season. by TheDarkestMindWithin

Word Count: 2377 Summary: Will's ready for pups, Hannibal remains adamant he is not.

This is exactly what I want out of a non-con scenario, holy SHIT. This was also a reread.

Captive by sixtieshairdo

Word Count: 1436 Summary: “What would Franklyn do if he saw you like this?” He relishes the way he can feel Hannibal’s cock twitch inside him whenever he clenches around him just a little tighter. “What would Jack do if he saw you like this?” The thought that Jack would disapprove of his relationship with Hannibal only makes Will spread his thighs wider, fucking down onto Hannibal’s cock faster, mind-drunk on how he can hear the sounds of his ass cheeks clapping. He’s fully naked, the way Hannibal likes him to be, and Hannibal’s mostly dressed – except for his pants around his knees – the way Will likes him to be. He can’t imagine what his sweaty knees are doing to the leather under him, but he knows Hannibal wouldn’t hesitate to keep the desecrated furniture in his office as evidence of their sordid affairs.

Fake relationship? Featuring a jealous Franklyn?? Catnip.

Hanni's Boy by Ishxallxgood

Word Count: 4648 Summary: Franklyn Froideveaux falls in love at first sight with none other than our friendly neighborhood empath. The only problem is, the object of his affections already has a partner. What is a man to do? Stalk the shit out of and emulate said partner of course. And it doesn't hurt that the man's partner just so happens to be Franklyn's very own psychiatrist Doctor Hannibal Lecter.Pure crack inspired by Jessie's Girl

This was so perfect, everything I wanted.

Savor You by Murder_Cupcake

Word Count: 585 Summary: Hannibal wants to pleasure Will, who's pregnant, heavy and embarrassed.

This was so so so hot.

in the truly gruesome do we trust by sidnihoudini

Word Count: 9473 Summary: Hannibal and Will have murder husbands mind palace sex, and Alana watches obsessively. A slow, sneaky grin slides its way across Will’s face as he looks up at Hannibal and teases, “You enjoy being watched.” “Does a lion eat its prey while it is still alive?” Hannibal asks rhetorically, an amused quirk to his lips. He drags his elbows against the silk sheets, letting himself rest his weight on them so he can comfortably brush his fingers through Will’s curls. After a pause, he drops his head, and presses his open mouth to Will’s. He pulls back a fraction, and breathes, “Yes.” Fully smiling now, sharp and uncontrolled, Will arches up against Hannibal’s body, and asks, “Does that make me the lion, or the prey?” “You are simply part of the pride,” Hannibal murmurs.

This. Was. So. Hot.

aaaand that's a wrap for October!! have fun babes!!

[quarterlifekitty]

The screech I scrumpt at tramp!soap oh my god I’m unwellllll I love them I adore them they’re everything to me and I greatly appreciate you sharing your thoughts thank you :)

Can I ask and pls ignore me if you want about tramp!soap getting territorial? He’s perfectly happy to let other dogs from the neighborhood come around, even tries his luck at friendliness with price and nik once or twice, but when another stray starts sniffing around sweet innocent lady’s house? Practically glued himself to her side and sleeps in front of the doggy door. Maybe even sneaks along on a walk to the park with lady’s owners, jumping in right on time to keep her (and her owners by extension) safe? Sweet innocent little lady has never heard a growl like that but she’s not sure she disliked it and really how could her owners not start leaving out food and water for the stray who saved them

Keep scrumpting baby!!!

I’m gonna do a bit of twisting on this one, hope that’s ok!

I imagine your owners are a little protective over you, of course. You’re just a sensitive little girl to them, they got you when you were just a puppy! And your breed makes you smaller than street mutts like Soap. So when they notice him hanging around, they do try to chase him off, worried he’ll hurt you. They even think about calling the dog catcher, but ultimately decide against it.

Soap isn’t even a little discouraged. He’ll dig his way under any fence he has to if it means he gets to see his lady again!! Maybe he even calls you lassie. Because I’m unoriginal!!!

And maybe if you return his affections, you start sneaking out later in the evenings to see him. Your owners have gone to bed, and you go through your doggy door, prancing through the back yard to go to your little meeting place where you kiss, and cuddle, and talk about puppies.

But Soap isn’t there tonight. There’s another stray. One that growls. One that chases and nips at your heels until you’re backed into the corner of the little fenced in yard. By now the barking and yipping has woken up your owners, you see the bedroom light turn on.

It’s then that Soap makes it to you, having sprinted from a few houses down when he heard you so distressed. He growls and bares his teeth as he dives between you and the other stray, arching himself in as fierce a manner as he can manage. They tumble in a mass of fur and fangs and wild eyes, Soap managing to sink his teeth into the neck of the other stray as your owners come out of the back door, robes in hand with a flashlight.

The other stray bolts, looking worse for wear. You start tending to Soap— bitten up and bruised in his own right, his hackles starting to lower. You lick and soothe over the sore marks. It’s clear to your owners that the stray that they’d been trying to keep off of their property protected you. And it’s not like they can pretend it’s not the sweetest thing— seeing you curl up with him, nuzzling noses between your comforting little kisses.

He becomes a much more permanent resident in the back yard since they’ve stopped chasing him away. And he wants to stay closer in case that stray comes back. He stays in your doghouse (you’re too much of a good girl to ever really get sent there anyways) for a few weeks, your owners leaving out food and water for him. And you love being able to run outside and see him almost any time you want!!! Every time you get a treat, like a slice of ham or some jerky, you dash outside to share it with him.

Until one day, you coax him inside. He’s wary, and he’s right to be, because your owners are gonna wash the fuck outta him in the bath when he least expects it. But before that? They present him with a collar. A bit bigger and thicker than yours, a deep teal color dying the leather. A silver tag with the house address on it. A new bed— much too big for just you alone. And you take him to show him the fireplace— your favorite place in the whole world. His tail thumps against the carpet when he finally settles fully, in his first real home.

[dreamwreaver]

I was curious about the playbill and checked out a few pages people posted about it and... Wow. They had barely made any efforts to make Vaggie actually interesting. Yet again. Like, her bio is just about her job and her duty to Charlie and... That's pretty much it. No hobbies, no interests, not even a favorite food. It might as well be blank because the bio didn't give me anything I didn't already know about her. Charlie had also referred Vaggie as her girlfriend, making it twice now that she calls her that (once in the show and another in the playbill) which is just what Vaggie is reduced to and it's not even obvious to like most of the viewers. Even as much as the bio likes to say she's proud of her job, where's her direct involvement of it? The poster Charlie and Alastor made didn't even include her at all and it's so goddamn sad she's a third wheel at her own workplace when it comes to those two. The playbill just confirmed my suspicions that she's mostly left out in handling the hotel. She's in a higher position than Alastor and that man is shown doing more than what his job description entails and he's also out doodling with her girlfriend. And in those doodles, Alastor and Charlie had more chemistry than Vaggie and Charlie ever did in the entire course of their relationship in the show and that's depressing.

Not sure if this is my rambley or not but you're preaching to the choir either way Nonnie. While I don't think she would do this legit because the entire internet would cancel her for it (again) it would be the absolute funniest thing if Viv planned to make Charlastor endgame and part of how they set out to narratively accomplish their destined fate was to make the current relationship kind of lackluster by comparison.

I mean, we do know in an attempt to showcase Charlie's bisexuality she was going to have crushes on men AND women before ultimately ending up with a woman. And given the rampant biphobia not just in Hazbin but fandom overall she could want to establish a queer ship that does pass for straight. I'll say this once and I'll say it a million times. Charlastor invalidates neither Charlie's bisexuality, nor Alastor's asexuality. And given how much chemistry the two already have, it's kind of... irritating? I guess, how little Charlie and Vaggie's relationship seems to matter to the narrative. Especially when it feels like Charlie and Alastor's does, more so than the "they're the main main characters of course their dynamic is important" element.

Of slightly more importance to me, however, is the fact that the playbill confirms Lucifer is STILL hung up on Lilith. He misses his wife, and I am just petty enough to take major satisfaction from it

[readyforthegarden]

When the Nightingale Sings - Part Seven

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis:Medieval AU! In a world where noble alliances dictate futures, you have been betrothed to Prince Emers, a man you barely know and certainly don’t love. As you travel towards the royal palace for your impending wedding, your journey is upended, causing you to run straight into a kind, lonesome hunter. With no choice but to trust him, you embark on a journey together towards the nearest village, navigating through the forest and it’s perils. As the solace you find in his companionship builds will you choose to honor your duty, or will you abandon everything you’ve ever know to follow your heart?

WC: 4600

Warnings: fighting, swordplay, angst

Your feet were carrying you on a mission, and if the rains through the night hadn’t matted down the dirt on the road, you surely would have been kicking up dust in your wake. Danny had still been asleep when you awoke, and you dressed quickly, dawning your cloak and heading through the tavern. Your guilt and shame had swirled into dreams of the criminals in the wood, the helpless and scared feelings that overcame you and propelled you through the dark early morning. 

The forge was empty, and you felt a slight tug of guilt as you realized it was early, and Sam may be asleep. Yet it didn’t stop you from knocking on his door, using all your might. Thumps and shuffling could be heard from behind the door until the sound of sliding metal greeted you and the door opened. Sam squinted at you, barely awake, a grimace on his face. He was shirtless, still pulling his trousers up over his hips. Blinking a few times, he realized it was you in front of him, and looked around for Danny.

“I came alone,” you informed him as you raised the hood of your cloak to see him better. Sam’s eyes darted to you questioningly. “You make weapons, can you also teach how to wield them?” Sam crossed his arms over his chest, leaning in the doorway.

“I could,” he replied, stoic. He studied you closely, trying to figure out exactly what you wanted. “What would a princess need to wield a sword for?”

“A woman would need to wield a sword for protection.” you replied, rolling your shoulders back. “If I’m to be royalty it will mean I am also to be a target. I’ve already been scared for my life twice. Once I was lucky and the second time Danny was there to save me. I would like to learn as much as I can in the time I have here to make sure I never feel like that again.” Sam appraised you for a few moments before pushing off the frame of his door.

“Have you had breakfast yet?”

“I came straight here after I awoke.” you informed him with a shake of your head. Sam pushed his door farther open and stepped back.

“You’ll need to eat if we’re to train.” you entered Sam’s cottage, embracing the warmth as you stepped in from the chilly morning air. He shut the door behind you, gesturing towards the table. Lowering the hood of your cloak completely, you took a seat at the small square. Sam finished dressing, then moved to the fire, beginning to prepare the meal. As he moved about his home, you watched, studying the man in the quiet. His movements were different from Danny’s. Danny moved with purpose, heavy and propelling himself forward. Sam moved with confidence, his steps deliberate and graceful. 

It wasn’t long before a plate of eggs and bacon was sat in front of you, Sam placing himself across the table with his own. A loaf of crusty, warmed bread was in the middle, and he cut himself a slice. Quietly, you thanked him for the food and began eating, your eyes to your plate as Sam’s were on you. It was his turn to study, it seemed. 

“Tell me,” Sam finally broke the silence, chewing on a piece of bacon. Your eyes rose from the table to his.  “Tell me about how you came upon Daniel and his cottage.” 

“Danny told you already,” your forehead wrinkled in confusion. The corner of Sam’s mouth twitched into a smile before he spoke again.

“He did, but I would like to hear it from you,” he replied. “And what happened to make you wake a man up to teach you how to properly use a sword.” swallowing roughly, you nodded. You gave your story, finding it all spilling out in the presence of Sam. His warm brown eyes never wavered as he listened, taking in the details of your journey Danny had left out. Once you finished, Sam took a few moments, thinking over his next words. 

Standing, he walked from the table and over to his workbench, picking up a long dagger and admiring it as he stepped towards you.

“You did not choose much of what this journey has brought you.” he mused, testing the weight of the sword in his palm. “Am I correct in stating that you’re now asking to learn this in case there are fewer choices in the future?” Your silence was all the answer he needed. “And will Daniel be privy to these training sessions?”

“I would rather he not,” you weren’t sure why you didn’t want him to know. Perhaps you didn’t want to have him see you struggle and fail as you learned. Or maybe still wanted to live in the small bubble you were in with him, protected from the harsh reality of your future separation.

“Leave your cloak here, it will be too heavy to maneuver with.” Sam cleared his throat with a nod. “Let’s get started.”

Sam, for all his grace, was a relentless tutor. Once he had taught you the basics with a wooden sword, he drilled them over and over again before even letting you try and spar. Your arms felt weak and sore as you parried his advances over and over again, heavy wood clunking against heavy wood. 

“I think we should break for now,” Sam breathed, ragged from the exertion as a rooster called out the sunrise close by. “If Daniel hasn’t awoken by now, I’m sure Jacob has. You’ll want to make it back before they notice you’re gone.” You agreed, nodding and just as out of breath. Your hair was sticking to the sweat on your face and you longed for a hot bath in your room. Following Sam, you put up your sword and followed him back into the house, gathering your cloak. 

As you fastened the clasp around your neck, your name left Sam’s mouth, catching your attention. 

“May I ask you something?” you furrowed your brow and told him he could. Sam seemed to think over his words, trying to find the right phrasing for what he was curious about. “Do you have brothers or sisters?” the question surprised you, and you turned to face him fully.

“I had a brother.” you answered.

“Older?” 

“Yes,”

“Did he ever chase you when you were young?”

“All the time,” you fought the smile that crept onto your face at the memory of running through the manor grounds with him. 

“And when he caught you, what happened?”

“I ate a handful of mud, most of the time,” you laughed. “But sometimes I would gain the upper hand and whip him too,” Sam smiled as more laughter fell from your lips.

“You have a fighting spirit,” Sam informed you, his eyes locked onto yours. “It’s rare to see a lady with one. I think you’ll survive whatever being royalty will throw at you.” you paused for a moment.

“With your tutelage, I agree.” you opened the door to his home and stepped out before turning back. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Sam.”

“Aye, tomorrow morning.”

“Uuuggghhh,” Daniel awoke with a groan, his head pounding, waist sore. He slowly sat up, gingerly holding his side and blinked around the room. Bed was made, you were gone. A heavy feeling arose in his chest, and the night came flooding back to him. His lips were so close to yours, his heart thundering in his chest. It was his second attempt to kiss you, and this time, instead of being interrupted by vagrant criminals, it was you. The heavy feeling in his chest turned to an ache as the memory of your face turning away played over and over in slow motion in his head.

His spiral into guilt, shame, and embarrassment was cut off by a knock on the door, and a head poking through. Jake smiled at Danny as he stepped into the room. 

“Good to see you survived the night,” Jake joked, making Danny roll his eyes as he began to cautiously raise himself from the furs. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been run over by a carriage with fourteen horses.” Danny groaned, sitting on the bed. “And then dragged through the city by it as well. Where’s-”

“She’s down with Fiora, helping with breakfast.” Jake answered before Danny could get the full question out. “I’ve been sent to retrieve you, for in her words, you’ll need a decent hearty meal to help heal.” Danny nodded, wincing a bit. He was torn. A part of him was dying to see you, needed to see you. He needed to apologize for being so forward last night. So forward you’d woken early and ran out before he could come back to consciousness. The other part of him wanted to hide himself away, perhaps start bunking in with Jake and never speak to you again for fear of embarrassing himself further.

Jake noticed the battle playing across Danny’s face, and walked across the room, nudging Danny’s foot with the toe of his boot.

“What’s the matter?” Jake asked, his brown eyes searching his friend’s face, as if trying to get through to his mind and decipher the thoughts himself. Danny bit his lip, and sighed.

“Last night, I was a little drunk,” Jake snorted, gesturing to Danny’s current state. “Okay, I was more than a little drunk, and we were talking by the fire, and I just….I tried to kiss her.” Jake’s jaw dropped, but he quickly shut his mouth and let it turn into a smirk. 

“And?” Jake quirked an eyebrow at his friend who frowned and shook his head.

“She turned away,” Danny muttered. Jake pursed his lips, his arms crossing over his chest. “It was stupid, and I was drunk, and I think I just got carried away in the moment. We were talking about-,” Danny cut himself off, with a glance to a now ravenously curious Jake. It wasn’t his business about the letters you wrote to the prince. “It doesn’t matter what we spoke about, but I shouldn’t have done it.” 

“Well I agree with her,” Jake shrugged simply. Danny glanced up at him incredulously. “She’s a lady, Daniel, you don’t try to woo her while drunk off your ass.”

“I shouldn’t be trying to woo her at all,” Danny groaned as he stood up. “She’s promised to another. A prince, for that matter.” 

“You,” Jake stepped closer, clapping a hand on Danny’s shoulder, “are a good man, Daniel. You know very well that I’m a man of my word. But I do believe there are some promises that can be broken.” Danny stared into Jake’s eyes, catching the glimmer of mischief in the older man's eyes.  Shrugging Jake’s hand off of his shoulder, Danny rolled his eyes and stepped around him. 

“Not a promise to the prince.” Danny muttered as he left the room, forcing himself to go downstairs and find a seat at the main table in the tavern. 

Fiora had already brought out place settings and a small platter of bacon, the smell of the meat and grease beaconing to Danny. Before he could sit, the kitchen door swung and you stepped out, a smile on your face and a basket of sliced, toasted bread in your hands. You stopped when you saw him, and Danny’s heart froze in his chest, afraid one small beat would send you running away. But instead of turning, you smiled and moved to the table.

“Good morning Danny,” you greeted. “How are you feeling?”

“‘M fine, thanks,” Danny gave you a sheepish smile. 

“Have you checked your bandage? We should replace the honey over your cut and-” Danny stopped you as you moved to set the basket of bread down and move closer to inspect him.

“I’d like to have breakfast before I risk another sewing lesson.” he half-joked. It was your turn to sheepishly smile and nod. 

“Of course, of course. Here, have some bread.” you held the basket out to him. Danny eyed it carefully before eyeing you, causing you to laugh. “I didn’t make it, Fiora did. Don’t worry, she told me all about leavening and its importance.” Danny chuckled and grabbed a piece from the basket before you set it to the table. Danny glanced around, noting the two of you were alone, and this could be the last time you were for hours.

“About last night,” he began quietly. You put up your hands in front of him, this time being the one to halt the conversation.

“Please, do not worry about it.” you insisted. “We both had a bit too much to drink, there’s nothing to be sorry about. It’s a new day so let’s move forward.” 

“As you wish,” Danny nodded, taking a bite of the toasted bread and sitting down as Jake entered the room, a plate of scrambled eggs in his hands. Fiora trailed behind with a pitcher of water, beckoning you all to sit and enjoy the breakfast. 

Your days started with Sam from then on. You would wake before Danny and creep out of the tavern, making your way to a hearty breakfast and lesson from the tall brunette. You were a quick learner, much to Sam’s surprise, though your parry was a bit too slow for his liking. 

“Move quicker!” Sam shouted at you as he moved to attack. “There are people who are trained all their lives to kill with one blow.”

“I am trying!” you groaned, raising your blade to meet his with a loud clunk. “This stupid wooden sword is too heavy!”

“And you think steel will be any lighter when your life is on the line?” Sam countered with a grunt as he pushed you back. Annoyance bubbled up in your gut and you found your footing quickly and lunged forward, just as Sam jumped out of the way. You fell to the earth, sword falling from your hands as they reached out to brace your fall. Scrambling you crawled away before Sam’s boot caught your heel. You turned over, and came face to face with the tip of his wooden sword grazing your nose. “I am trying to prepare you for as much as I can, in what time we have left. You need to be more agile.” 

You stared up at him, breathing heavily. You knew he was right, and you knew it was the embarrassment of being inexperienced getting to you. It burned your cheeks red and without thinking you twisted your ankle and rolled your body, bringing Sam down to the ground next to you. Grabbing your sword you untangled your legs from his and scrambled to your feet, pressing the tip of the blocky blade to his chest. 

“How was that?” You asked as Sam blinked up at you, still trying to figure out how he was the one on his ass.

“Better,” he responded, raising a hand and pushing your sword away from him. He stood, finding his own weapon and walking back to the middle of the forge. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting an orange hue beyond the trees, and lighting Sam’s silhouette up as if he were an angel. You watched as he tossed down the wooden sword onto his work table, grabbing a small rag and wiping the sweat from his forehead. 

“Are we done already?” The rooster hadn’t crowed yet, the usual signal to end your training. 

“With weapons, yes.” Sam sniffed, tossing the rag onto the table and walking forward. “Your skill seems to be in hand to hand, so I want you to show me what you can do.” He took on a fighting stance and your eyes widened. 

Using your panic against you, Sam rushed towards you. With a squeal of surprise, you dodged his grasp, turning and facing him again as he skidded to a halt where you had been standing. He lunged again and you bolted, trying to run past him towards the gate to the forge. His arm shot out, grabbing your waist and pulling you back. 

You wriggled and pawed at his large hands clasped over your stomach as he began to haul you back. You tried headbutting, tossing your head back but he kept dodging. 

“You can get out of this,” Sam told you, “Come on, you can do this.” His arms tightened and you gave up on trying to pry his fingers up. Wriggling more, you kicked your legs back, making contact with His shins. Sam grunted in pain but didn’t let go. Tightening your hands into fists, you began twisting your body back and forth, attempting to loosen his grip. You could feel his arms tense, trying to keep you in place. Your elbows began flying back as you twisted, and you tried to put as much pressure into the blow as you could, coming in contact with Sam’s shoulder. 

With a gasp, his grip loosened and you dropped back to your feet, spinning and kicking a foot up to his chest to knock him back further. Sam clutched his chest, gasping for breath as he dropped to his bottom on the ground. As your fight or flight mentality waned, your hands covered your mouth at the sight of him. 

“Oh, I’m sorry Sam! Did I hurt you?!” You began to step forward as he raised a hand up for you to pause. 

“I’m okay, just a bit winded,” his voice was raspy. He went to speak again, but was cut off by another voice. 

“What a lovely morning,” your head snapped over to see Josh leaning over the fencing of the forge, a smile on his face. “Here I come to have breakfast with my little brother, and get to see him knocked on his arse!”

“No one invited you for breakfast,” Sam grunted as he staggered back to his feet. Josh shrugged in response.

“I was out of eggs, and knew you’d have some.”

“And why not go to Jake’s before leaving the village to find me?” Sam quirked an eyebrow. Josh pursed his lips as his eyes danced over to you. “Surely he’s closer?”

“Perhaps I had the vision of a cloaked maiden heading towards the forge, thought it was odd to see one going to you and not scurrying back home at such an early hour.” Sam shot his eldest brother with a look of disdain. “And I come to find yet another peculiar sight of a woman trying to get away from you.” 

“He was not harming me, Josh.” You stepped closer to the fence. “I promise you he was not.” Josh looked between you and Sam, waiting for a further explanation. “I’ve asked Sam to train me so that I may protect myself in the future. It is nothing more than that.” 

“I see,” Josh’s eyes softened. “Regardless it was a wonderful sight to see your boot in his chest. However if you’ve grown so much as a millimeter in size from this training I’ll flog you myself. I’ve already cut your fabrics.” 

“She’ll fit in your frocks just fine, Josh.” Sam rolled his eyes as the rooster crowed. “That’ll be the end of our training, love. Go fetch your cloak and hurry back before Daniel is awake.”

“Wait, Danny doesn’t know about this?” Both you and Sam shook your heads. Josh was quiet for a few moments before speaking. “Yes, go and fetch your cloak. And bring some eggs with you as well, I will escort you back to town.” Feeling like a child about to be scolded, you followed Sam back into his cottage, adorned your cloak and took the three eggs he offered to his brother before meeting Josh at the door. 

The walk back into town was quiet. Josh seemed to enjoy letting your anxiety build, letting the questions he wanted to ask dance between you. When you were closer to the tavern, you began to break away, yet Josh’s hand grasped your arm, and tugged you towards his shop. 

“If you’re to be keeping a secret, you’ll need an alibi,” he winked at you. “And besides, I need to know if you’ve grown in the past week.” 

Once inside, Josh set the eggs down in one of the counters, letting them sit and tugged you to his work desk. His hands reached up, unclamping your cloak for you and he draped it over the back of his chair before standing back and looking at you. 

“You’ve got dirt all over you.” Josh clicked his tongue. “You’re not trying very hard to keep this a secret, going home like that?”

“I-“

“Jake told me you’d been sneaking out early,” Josh sighed. “He saw you the other morning and came to tell me while he was running errands. He thought you and Sam were…” Josh waved a hand in the air, dismissing the unspoken claim of a love affair. “Why else would you leave in darkness and shadow and return smelling of sweat?” 

“I knew it would look bad,” you admitted, blush crawling up your cheeks. “But I wanted to do this on my own.”

“Well, I watched you go, and then got tired of waiting for you to pass by on your way back and found you. Why hide this from Danny?” The words fell from your lips before you truly understood what you were saying. 

“I don’t want him to see me as helpless anymore.” you felt tears sting your eyes as you willed them away, your mind still trying to make sense of your new confession. “The idea of him watching me fail to protect myself…I don’t understand why but I could not bear it.” Josh leaned into the Kiszka trait of studying, and took in your state before sighing softly. 

“There’s a basin in that room.” He pointed to a door on the far side of the room. “I’ve prepared water for my bath, but I think you could use it more. When you’re finished, I’ll have clothes for you.” His tone was soft yet firm, and you found yourself following his directions, feet moving on their own. 

The bath was just what you needed after training, wiping the grime and dirt off of you, cleaning your face and hair and enjoying the warmth that had escaped you in the morning air. Josh had quickly dipped into the room, placing a towel and the clothes he promised on his bed and quickly leaving you alone again. Once the water began to lose its steam, you got out and dried off before dressing, the garments fitting perfectly. You hadn’t felt as comfortable in clothing since you could remember, and as you laced the front of the bodice, you realized he had made them for you specifically. 

The bodice and skirt were a pale blue color, the tunic beneath a soft ivory. The lace he accompanied with the bodice was a matching blue, and you smiled. It was the dress before your gown, a test of the colors, you thought as you emerged from his bedroom. Josh was sitting at his desk, scribbling away on a sheet of parchment. A creak in the floorboards under your feet had his head raise, and even he couldn’t hold back the sparkle in eyes. 

“Yes, the blue silk will look gorgeous,” he murmured. “Come, let’s do something with that hair.”

“I can just braid it,” Josh rolled his eyes. 

“I will not have your braids drip on my fabric.” Your confused face made him huff an impatient breath. “If you are to be here I’m going to use you to pin your gown for sewing. Might as well make your alibi all the more plausible.” You nodded in understanding and Josh stood, moving past you to his bedroom then back again, a comb in hand. He had you sit on the small stool he used to hem gowns and began combing your hair. 

His fingers were gentle and comforting, smoothing through your hair as he twisted and wove strands. You felt the pinch and scrape of hair pins across your scalp, and within minutes your hair had been braided and wrapped at the top of your head as a crown, placing a matching blue bow to your bodice at the base. Coming in front of you, Josh admired his work, before gently tugging a few slim strands out, letting the loose waves frame your face. 

“There, no water on my silks.” he smiled before instructing you to stand. He moved around the room, collecting pieces of your dress. As he worked, you tried to decide if you should tell Danny about your training, seeing as everyone else seemed to know. The struggle must have shown on your face, because as Josh glanced up to you, he sighed. 

“For what it’s worth, I don’t believe Daniel thinks you’re helpless.” he murmured, pins in the corner of his mouth. “In fact I think he’s quite in awe of your bravery since meeting you.” 

“Please,” you shook your head. “I’ve been a damsel in distress running through the woods.” Josh stepped back, taking the pins from his mouth as he looked at the garment and then you. 

“My dear, do I need to remind you that you stabbed a man?”

“He was going to hurt Danny,” you countered and Josh shrugged, his demeanor changing suddenly.

“Maybe, but what should you care if he did or not?” The question ignited a flame of anger and indignation in you. 

“Because I lo-“ the words halted on your tongue as Josh watched you closely. You tampered the flames back down and cleared your throat. “I have grown to care for him very much.”

“Ah, I see.” Josh knelt down, beginning to place the skirts. He let the silence fall as he guided the silk around you. Just as it was feeling comfortable, he spoke up again, ruining the allusion of peace. “What would be so bad in letting yourself love him?” Josh said the word you couldn’t, and you could already feel the crack in your heart deepening. 

“What use would it be?” you whispered back, fighting the forming lump in your throat. “Why torment myself with a dream just to have it ripped away like everything else?”

“You don’t have to marry Prince Emers,” Josh’s brows furrowed as you scoffed, rolling your eyes. 

“I have a duty to my family.” shaking your head you averted your eyes from his, knowing the brown pools would draw you in further to the conversation. 

“For all you know they think you’re dead,” Josh argued back. “A ghost owes the living nothing.” Josh left the conversation there, finally allowing the silence to settle. Once he was through with you, he sent you back off to the tavern, but not before imparting another crumb of his wisdom.

“I think, above all else, we have a duty to be true to ourselves.” he murmured, moving his head and keeping eye contact with you as you tried to avoid his gaze. His hand reached out, cupping your chin and making you look directly at him. “It’s the only way to find happiness in this life.”

“I was taught very young that happiness is just a wish,” you replied. Josh’s frown deepened as his hand moved from your chin to cup your face.

“The good thing about that then,” he responded, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small smile. “is that wishes can come true.”

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[nyerusnova]

I'm such a sucker for timkon AUs where Kon bursts out into the world and somehow lands quickly on Tim's radar (before he can get snatched up by anyone else)

Like that time period where Kon was still just Dont-Call-Me-Superboy, before he goes off to Hawaii, has so much potential and jgdjdhsh I just really want to write a fic for it

[buckpaws]

im so fucking annoying about caustic but i love it. someone will say he only eats boring food and i show up 1 foot tall being like uhhhh actually on pg.92 of the official apex legends cookbook, his favorite food is moi moi from okonkwo's you think his big ass hasnt Experimented with the menu 🙄

[gotta-bail-my-quails]

man i thought i moved out to escape my family but it turns out i've jumped from the pan into the fire because holy shit my guys what the fuck??

[icewindandboringhorror]

Misc. photos from the past year or so ~

[radioisntdead]

Accidentally stumbled onto the dark side of Tumblr again, DEAR GRACE SOME FOLKS NEED INTENSE THERAPY, or need to stop doing drugs, maybe both, my eyes, my poor, poor eyes, I need a holy water and bleach combo

Also I should watch gravity falls again

[liazrad]

GRRRRR I HATE IT HERE I HATE LIVING WITH MY DAD AND STEPMOM IT'S THE WORST!!!!! I AM FUCKING MISERABLE.

[lynx-tales]

Now my mom is mad at me for “not being willing to take care myself”

Like

I am trying so hard and I fight a losing battle every day

I know you don’t see it.

I know it looks like I just sit on the couch and play video games all day.

And it looks like that to me too.

But there are REASONS I’m unwilling to change these patterns. They mostly work. Or did. And some of the parts that don’t I AM trying to change.

But I am not going to bed at 9PM or waking up at 6:45AM for love or money and especially not because you hate my eating habits.

[flippedorbit]

do you want me to fucking go off on you? do you truly fucking want that mother?

[a-wolf-at-the-door]

Mexican candy is a different level of addictive bc it hits all the flavor bases… like…

Craving something sweet?

Pulparindo.

Craving a bit of heat?

Pulparindo.

Craving something sour?

Pulparindo.

Craving something salty?

Pulparindo.