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starlight-45 · 8 months ago

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Trying to take care of drunk reader (Part 1)

Featuring: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Rin Itoshi and Michael Kaiser

Here's the masterlist!

A/n:- Don't know why I did this. thought it would be funny.

~ISAGI YOICHI~

• Poor guy was just concerned for your life when he saw you chugging that third glass of wine with flushed cheeks.

• Isagi dosen't say anything though and thinks to let you enjoy yourself for today, sipping up his non-alcoholic drinks calmly.

• However, he draws the line with it when he sees sees going you not being able to walk in a straight line.

• Regrets for not saying anything before. A lot. Like really.

• "HEYYY BRO, WHAT'S THE PLAN FOR TONIGHT BRO??"

"I'm your boyfriend y/n, please stop calling me your bro 😭"

• Never, ever again, he thinks. Yes, he always wanted a sister but you're his girlfriend! Stop calling him that!

• But we all know, this guy is the responsible one. Of course he'd take care of your drunken self well.

• A bit annoyed by the situation, yes but also intrigued if you happen to utter out stuff and secrets your sober self would never.

• Is literally goggling stuff like "Do's and don'ts with a drunk person" , "How to make somehow sober as soon as possible" while you're clinging on his back like a koala.

• Please don't laugh at him later for doing that, he is an athelete who never dealt with a drunk individual.

• Gently urges you to sleep, as soon as you guys get home, because lord knows he just wants you to get back to your usual self.

• Because Isagi doesn't think he can survive being called 'bro' again by you. :')

~Meguru Bachira~

• Bachira's definitely laughing at your funny, silly actions all the time. Not like in a "You're such an idiot" way, but in a "That's so cute!" type of way actually.

• Takes this as an opportunity to be the more responsible one in this relationship for once which obviously never happens.

• And by "responsible" I meant playfully scolding you, trying to imitate the way you scold him sometimes when he gets out of line sometimes.

• "Y/n, you can't take that money plant home~!"

"BUT IT'S MONEY PLANT! IT CAN GROW MONEY!"

"OMG LET'S TRY IT THEN!"

• ...Yeah. I guess you already knew he fails miserably at that.

• Very good at handling your mindless ramblings , like you could tell him every thought of yours which came from your overthinking process.

• And believe me sweetheart, he would have the perfect reply to match your vibe, somehow. Lord knows whow he does it every time because I don't.

• "Meguru...when you say forward and backward your lips moves in those directions."

"WAIT IT'S THE SAME WITH 'YOU' AND 'ME'!"

"OMG NEW DISCOVERY!"

• But jokes aside Bachira encourages you to drink a lots and lots of water to help you get better. :D

• Long story short, perfect companion to get crazy with!!

~Rin Itoshi~

• Was geuninely dreading the possibility of being the babysitter of your drunk self when he accidentally came late to your little 'outing' with your friends.

• still managed to look all cool and unbothered while coming. What in the actual hell is up with this guy?

• Needless to say, his fears came true. I mean this guy can't even handle having teenagers his age around sometimes.

• So how is he supposed to handle an individual who has lost their sense of coordination because of these shitty drinks?

• Anyway.

• Tries his best not to glare or be too harsh on you in this state, but y'know his nature. Definitely made you cry over the most stupid shit ever.

• "CAN WE TAKE THIS KITTY AT OUR HOME??? I'LL FEED IT- TAKE IT TO A WALK EVERY DAY-"

"No we can't. I have enough of taking care of your stupid ass already."

"YOU'RE SUCH A MEANIE!!!! 😭"

• ...and from that Rin already mentally decided to never EVER let you get this much drunk. Because let's be honest here, his way of communication is 90% of the times with insults.

• Despite his tough exterior, is worried as hell though, like what if you got alcohol poisoning? Please someone remind this guy that three glasses in years doesn't get you that.

• That's why, if you need to throw up or anything, he suprisingly doesn't give you any snarky remarks. Just calmly rubbing your back.

• Kinda knows that he is a screwup when it comes to words, so tries his best with his actions.

~MICHAEL KAISER~

• I'm sorry but Kaiser is another one who laughes at your drunk antics. And definitely in that "you're such an idiot" type of way 😭

• This bastard see what I did there haha I'm so funny, please don't block me🙏🏻 is certainly enjoying this way too much than he should.

• Messes around with you by saying the most random shit, for the sake of his own entertainment.

• Like. You accidentally hit a mail box and then you were apologising to that non-living thing y'know with the bowing all.

• And Michael was like, "Y/n you know this guy here has gotten very hurt because of your hitting?"

"I'M SO SORRY SIR IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN!!!

• When he does all this bullshit in front of Ness, and that guy suggests to just leave ya alone and they their way.

• Kaiser looked at him like he was speaking some kind of sin or something, and like. two hundred percent offended before shooing Ness away.

• Ex-fucking-cuse him, but does he look like the type to leave his girlfriend just like that? Sure he is an asshole, has many mental issues...but not that.

• In case you're wondering, those are the author's words, ya really think he would think all that of himself hm?

• Oh by the way, he read once about the intoxicated state of humans so he's not that hopeless about your situation then as he appears to be.

• Get lots of water, gentle with his movements with you, tries you to get to sleep....yeah. he's not that bad for you.

A/n: The author promises sincerely that she is not high on anything. What in the actual fuck I wrote even I don't know 😭

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bachira meguru #bachira x reader #isagi yoichi #itoshi rin #isagi yoichi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader

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siro-cyll · 4 months ago

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The Uncharted Mansion

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Once again, Gravity Falls has contradicted my ability to predict its unstable weather patterns. While cataloging several anomalies in the woods miles from my cabin, I became lost in a freak blizzard that I was gravely unprepared for. I had no choice but to seek refuge in the nearest cave and light a fire for warmth. As I tried to stave off the cold, I realized the cave was not made of stone but dense trees frozen in an arch, creating a dark tunnel that stretched beyond the firelight. With the storm raging behind me and my curiosity piqued, I ventured forth to get my mind off the storm. To my astonishment, the long tunnel yawned wide into an extravagant courtyard surrounding a massive decadent mansion that rivals the one owned by the Northwest, only more overgrown. It seems I have stumbled upon: The Uncharted Mansion My amazement at the unmarked domicile aside, I decided I had to take shelter inside until the storm passed. I'm sure whoever resides here wouldn't mind, given the circumstances. I gained entry through a cellar door at the back, and as the exterior suggested, the interior had not been touched for some time. A quick sweep of the place told me I was alone. Each room was fully furnished with furniture covered in dust-covered sheets. Given the eerie yet enchanting atmosphere, I half-expected something to come alive to talk to me as some beast-like prince resident to make himself known. Maybe I'm overthinking this. Chilled to the bone, I lit the hearth in a lavish parlor using some dried wood nearby and settled onto one of the covered fainted couches to take in my surroundings. My mind tumbled with what secrets this place could hold as my excitement grew. I had not found any records of this mansion in my research, but it looked as old as the one owned by Northwest. Surprising no one, my first thought was that this place had to be haunted. Also surprising no one, I had brought my emergency ghost-hunting kit with me. While I has unprepared for such a drastic change in the weather, I'm always prepared for an impromptu ghost hunt! A somber portrait above the hearth caught my eyes as I set up my gear. The profile of a pale young woman with long dark hair holding a barn owl with a bowtie stood out against the black background framed in gold. Engraved at the bottom were the initials "B.B.B." Her initials? Her manner of dress was reminiscent of nobility during the pioneer days. The longer I gazed at her, the more my face warmed at the possibility of making contact with her. Would that count as a girl talking to me if she responded? Ghost girls are still girls, right? Then it occured to me that I had no clue what to say to her. "How's death treating you?" would probably get me slapped. I spent an hour rehearsing and trying to be as charming as possible before starting. After hours of trying to detect any paranormal activity, I concluded that I was getting the literal cold shoulder from "BBB", which was likely given my track record with women, or this place was not haunted despite its atmosphere. Pity. I was hoping I would be able to talk to someone tonight. This place had become quite lonesome once the excitement wore off.

For years now I've wanted to make lost journal pages for Journal 1 and 2, and I've finally started! With @lord-rosenth0rne's help, we've started here, at Thorne's mansion! We had a lot of fun with this, messing with codes, and even throwing in a cameo of my oc, Riddell.

We want to keep exploring Ford's journals, along with my Tumble in Time continuity. Thorne is a fruit bat vampire who ends up being roommates with Orion, and these pages happen before Orion comes crashing into Ford's life.

If you want to take a blacklight to it, check out the read more~

No Ford blacklight commentary here, it's all Bill for some reason...

#long post #thorne #ford pines #bill cipher #tumble in time #lost journal pages #riddell #cookie for anyone that wants to actually decode the stuff #especially thorne's true name which is a riot #gravity falls

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meanbossart · 7 months ago

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Ask compilation: DU drow, Orin, Astarion, lore things and little fun facts.

Trying to make a dent in this dang inbox. As always, thank you so much everyone for your patience and curiosity! Sorry that it is straight up no longer possible for me to reply to everyone, but I will keep doing my best within reason. Enjoy!

Absolutely! I had a lot of requests for bottom Astarion on my patreon which is why I was kind of on a roll there for a minute.

Though, for the record - I am really not very invested in strict bedroom roles at all. Or clear and distinct dominant/submissive dynamics. So please don't overthink it whenever there's a switch, no pun intended.

You wanna know how often they smash? Man, I don't know, I guess fairly often considering their lifestyle post-game (very active, often on the road).

Assuming that everyone agrees that sex doesn't have to involve penetration, I'd say once every other day or less, really depends on the circumstances though. DU drow's libido is much higher than Astarion's, but he's not an animal and can hold off fine. Astarion is likely to be pickier in regards to location and how-recently-have-we-bathed status as well.

I keep meaning to draw him, but I have like... A million things I want to do 😂 so its rough!

BUT you will at least continue to see him in ANE! And I'm sure i'm bound to draw him again in the future.

[MORE UNDER THE CUT]

If you mean in his bhaalist "AU", where he has the red robe and the extra scars, I imagine he would have gotten it through killing Isobel.

I think as a changeling she probably has the ability to just... Transform her hair however she likes at will, right? And based on her attitude plus some lines we get from Sceleritas about her own former-butler, it sounds like she would be really opposed to being serviced in that way, to me at least.

I see her as pretty aggressively independent with the way she operates, which is another factor that sets her apart from DU drow, who really enjoyed lording over the other Bhaalists and making an errand boy out of Sceleritas, to the point where he practically depended on their help to function.

Neither! I wasn't willing to let anyone take either of my eyes in my first playthrough, LOL.

I have since always given the Volo eye to SOMEONE, usually Gale, but I don't consider that canonical. I don't think anyone was desperate enough to let mister frumpy-hat over there ice-pick their eyes out.

He did do them himself. It was a profoundly stupid display he got caught up in because of Gortash. Also, de-handment is kind of a theme in his life, at least inside his head.

I have a comic about it planned for the future ;)

What do you mean, that's canonical to the game and everything! He loves the cuck chair!

He is an angsty 29-year old in denial. Your interpretation is still perfectly accurate.

Hates the guy. Hates when Shadowheart Astarion people joke about him being the Drizzt of his generation. Hates the guy like literally any countercultural weirdo hates Taylor Swift or the Weeknd. If he saw him at the line in the grocery store DU drow would find a way to roll his eyes loudly just so he could notice being an asshole.

Stay tuned, I'm cooking 🧑‍🍳

If you're asking about game strats, badly, LOL. Pretty sure I died twice to her in my first run and it was a rough way of being thrown into "serious" DnD combat.

With the exception of a couple of encounters that just so happened to turn out SURPRISINGLY cinematic, I'm just realizing that I actually don't think too often about how most of the fights went in real-time! I imagine Autie Ethel's in particular wasn't one that DU drow went into of his own accord, probably rather at a companion's insistence. That's as deep as I've thought about that personally.

Now... Back to game strats. I personally try to get a surprise round on her however I can by sneaking and shooting an arrow or AOE in her general location, since she always stands on roughly the same spot while invisible. I have my companions spread about the arena so we can take her clones down as fast as possible, and as soon as I identify who the real Ethel is I just have the strongest martial characters wail on her until she begs to be let go. Hers is one of the few fights that is actually pretty dang easy at this point for me - and I SUCK at this game.

That would certainly take a while! But, Bhaalist DU drow does kind of have an end goal, actually.

That might also turn into a comic eventually, but it would a rough one.

He pretty swiftly disposed of her, DU drow doesn't like being talked down to, which Minthara very promptly does. Him (and I, by extension) had very limited exposure to her and she was just kind of a speck of dust in his story in particular. Though I have since grown to adore her character in my proceeding runs where I do recruit her!

I guess if he got an invitation and it wasn't particularly painful to arrive at the venue, sure! He would specially love to take Astarion to Gale's wedding ceremony and purposely upstage him at every at every opportunity, LOL.

Yes. He got pretty freaky with the pain-priest. This is gonna sound like a lie but I made him get naked for it without even knowing there was a buff to be gained (I didn't get it, unfortunately, I don't remember whether I failed a check or if I had camp clothes toggled on, so it didn't count as being truly nude). I wasn't taking the game very seriously and just doing dumb roleplay things to see what would happen, LOL.

And I consider that canonical. I think DU drow saw the opportunity to show off his physique And had a strange inkling that this was a practice he was... Somehow familiar with.

Imagine my joy when Astarion and Shadowheart start having a back-and-forth about my absurd display. That's when i knew those were my people, to be honest.

#ask compilarion #ask #du drow lore #du drow and astarion

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wafflesandd1ck · 8 months ago

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Weird little thought I just had.

"You have to be a dominion, throne or above" Muriel when explaining to crowley why they can't access, Gabriel's file.

Crowley flips it open and says. "I wasn't always a demon, and they never change their passwords."

In the first scene, we get of the inside of crowleys flat, we see a giant throne and matching desk.

Here's a behind the scenes pic for a better view.

I don't think God/heaven only dropped crowley. I think they dropped his entire department into hell

I think aziraphale was right. "Rumor has it, in 6,000 years they will be shutting all of this down again"

Ok bare with me, this is gonna be such a sloppy tangle of thoughts.

I think God has no intention of trying to make humans and the Earth again.

Crowley, being the ever-present sass master, told God off and said something along the lines of "you need me to make galaxies. " try to twist God's arm.

God said "oh ok bro" and dropped all of it AND gave crowley snake eyes.

The idea of "you created the stars you are blind to, you can keep your thrown but you only have power because WE gave it to you" feels totally up heavens alley. Making crowley take the thrown he fought for and got cast down for would be such a stab.

He helped create billions of galaxies, and what does he have to show for it? A damn chair.

And not just any chair mind you.

Crowleys throne also has symbolism. Now, the prop itself is called a "king Solomon throne," and it sells for roughly 3 thousand dollars.

THATS CROWLEYS EXACT THRONE.

Here's the kicker, though. King Solomons throne is a real thing that's mentioned in the Hebrew bible.

"The throne was seen as belonging to David, or to God Himself. In 1 Chronicles 29:23, it says, "Solomon sat on the throne of the LORD as king"

HOWEVER!

The throne is described in 1 Kings 10:18 as being made of ivory overlaid with gold, with six steps, a round top, and two lions standing beside it. Meaning it looks like this:

This painting (not the official. Its digital rendition) is called 'the throne of solomon' by Raphael.

Remember how Crowley HATES the 14th century with a passion? Hated it so much that he tried to sleep through it? Ya wanna know what became insanely popular in the 14th century?

A "14th century throne of Solomon" refers to the concept of a royal throne heavily inspired by the biblical description of King Solomon's throne, which was often depicted in art and used as a symbol of power by monarchs in the 14th century, particularly in Europe, where the imagery of a richly decorated, elevated throne with a canopy became a common representation of royal authority; essentially, it was a symbolic representation of Solomon's throne rather than a literal artifact from that time period.

Crowleys. Throne. Was used by monarchs to stroke their own egos. Crowleys throne became so popular that the humans started using HIS throne as a symbol of unjust judgment and believing they deserve to judge others as they judge themselves. As crowley judged God for wanting to shut down the universe.

Idk. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but I think the symbolism here, intentional or not is really cool.

Crowley was stripped of every inch of his power and position and was hacked out of heaven like garbage. could you imagine your boss firing you and hating you so much, he threw out your desk and chair too?? That's next level, petty. Then your own boss, hundreds of years later. Dedicates an entire art and religious movement around rubbing your nose in your mistake?

Sorry, this is so wordy and scrambled. I just wanted to share it.

#good omens fandom #good omens crowley #good omens #good ineffable omens #good omens 2 #good omens 3 #good omens analysis #good omens meta

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mcu-pokedex · 7 months ago

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First Date with Peter Parker

Overview: y/n and Peter are nervous about telling each other that they have feelings, yet somehow they end up on a movie date.

Warnings: Some kissing, all fluff

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Y/N POV:

I can't believe it! Oh. My. God. Walking out of computer science Peter asked me what I was doing tonight. Even though it was a Friday the only thing on my to-do list was putting on a face mask and watching Netflix. Stumbling over my words I had agreed to go to the movies with him. Again, oh my god! I was so anxious. Questions racking in my brain. All I can think about is what on earth do I wear? I had to get home immediately.

Well walking back home Peter texted me saying that he would get me at 7:30. The image of Peter at my front door gave me tingles. An unstoppable smile spread on my face. Opening my bedroom door and throwing my backpack onto the floor I rush to my closet. Throwing clothes into my bed and googling cute movie theater outfits. I knew this should be easy, but lord knows how much I will overthink this.

Peter's POV:

No way I just did that. After having a crush on y/n since the moment we met. Today I finally had the balls to ask her out. Well, kind of. I mean we are going to the movies together but I don't know if they see it as a date. Either way, my heart is beating out of my chest. I have been sitting in my living room waiting to go to y/n's place. I've been ready since 4:30 and it's only 6. Ughh. I don't even know what we are gonna see. I wanna leave it totally up to them. I do not want to mess up this kind of date at all.

Y/N POV:

Peter is gonna be here 10 minutes and I can't sit still. I am wearing blue jeans and a maroon shirt. It's simple and allows for my body to not overheat. I'm so flushed I don't even need to put on blush. After realizing this I blush even more. I did put on a little mascara and concealer to give me more confidence. Slipping on my white Converse it hit me what was happening. My stomach was doing flips at the idea of Peter about to knock on my front door. I made sure to spray myself with perfume so there was no chance I smelled bad. I am so nervous my throat is dry and my hands are fidgeting. After years of knowing Peter and having a crush on him for just as many, I can't believe we are going on a date. Unless of course, this is just a hangout. I want to spiral on that idea again but I can't as I hear a knock on my door. Sending electricity shooting through my body.

Peter POV:

Walking up to her front door was one of the most nerve-racking things ever. I raised my hand to knock on their front door, taking a deep breath before letting my knuckles touch the door. Only a beat later the door swung open. They looked gorgeous. I mean they always do. Even when they are tired late at night in our mini-study group. But right now my eyes had no choice but to soak them in, and I was loving it. Their mouth was agape making my heart flutter. Ned always told me that he thought y/n had a crush on me but I never believed it. I mean me? Peter Parker, pfff. But I do wonder what's going on in that pretty head of theirs.

Y/N POV:

He looked handsome. hair fluffy, in jeans, and a Midtown jacket. He was captivatingly comfy. His eyes are soft and giving you all there attention. His mouth was a little open which I couldn't help but giggle at.

"Hello Peter" I stated, looking him in the eyes, causing my breath to falter.

"Oh, uh- hello y/n" he cutely stuttered back. Making me laugh under my breath at how silly he can be.

"Should we get going? I saw that were was a preview of Titanic at 7:45 at the movie theater just down the road. "

"Yeah!" he nodded.

I closed the door behind me and stepped aside Peter. As we began our walk I noticed how the street lights made his face glow. Giving me a warm feeling inside. There had been a comfortable silence between the two of us till I asked.

"How have you been since school?"

"Good, I mean I barely touched my homework, but it's Friday and I got a whole weekend ahead of me" he lets out a little laugh and looks down at his hands.

"Same, that paper due for English also has me in a chokehold. I have no idea what to write it on." I said.

The rest of the walk was just casual conversation. I mean me and Peter are best friends no matter what this hangout date situation is.

Peter's POV:

As we walked I couldn't help but try to think of ways to make y/n laugh. I would do anything to hear that laugh they have. It brings me such joy to know they are happy. Without realizing it we had walked the few blocks in a matter of minutes. I walked up to the booth of the ticket holder.

"Two tickets for Titanic please?" I said handing them 25 dollars.

"Movie theater 2 on your left, have fun watching!" They said as they gave me my tickets and some coins back.

However, this outing ate away at my small personal savings. I could not imagine spending it in any other way. Whatever it took to hang out or see you I would spend. We walked through the entrance and y/n stopped.

"Peter do you want popcorn or anything?" y/n asked.

"Maybe, do you want any y/n?" I asked smirking knowing that asking was y/n's way of saying they wanted something.

"Peter you know me too well," They said hitting my shoulder playfully.

We both laughed as we got into line asking for a large popcorn with extra butter.

Y/N POV:

After finding movie theater 2. You both sat in the middle-top area. It's a good spot. I was surprised because of how full the room was. I noticed there were only two other empty seats throughout the entire thing. It was packed! I mean it is a Friday so it makes sense, even if this movie is old. I had been thinking about the chances of our seats before I even noticed Peter trying to ask me something.

"Have you ever seen Titanic before?" he looked curious, his cute little eyebrow raised.

"Uhh, I guess not" I shrugged not thinking much of it.

"Y/n I really need to do a better job at getting you well-versed in movies" he let out a little chuckle.

"I guess so! We can call it a date"

I was astonished at the words that just left my mouth. NO WAY did I just confirm that I wanted to go on a date with Peter. My face was red. I don't even need a mirror to know that. Thank god the lights were dim.

I stuttered out "I- I mean only if- you want it too, noooo pressure" giving a fake laugh to cover my anxiety.

" Y/n can I ask you something?" he says looking right into my eyes. Which felt like he was examining my soul.

I swallowed my spit " Uhh- yeah, ask away!" I said with way too much excitement in my voice.

"Is this a date?"

My heart was in my throat and my eyes opened wide. Did he really just ask that. There's no way. An eruption of butterflies took over my body. I was about to answer before we were cut off by the people behind us choosing us. I looked dead forward at the screen not wanting to see Peter's face. I ate some of the popcorn in my lap and handed Peter the rest. The nerve recked my appetite. And before dealing it the movie had begun.

Peter POV:

I was just about to get an answer out of y/n before the rude guy behind us interrupted. I was enamored with their face as the bright screen showed their wonderful details. They were stunned and in shock. I was beginning to believe that Ned had been right. I could not believe it. But it's the only excuse for y/n's reaction. Unless of course, they hate me. Which I highly doubt. I slowly looked at the screen as they handed me the popcorn.

---30 minutes later---

I noticed y/n shivering. I mean it was a little cold in here but not enough for me to be considered cold. I wonder if they want my jacket.

Y/N POV:

I had been so engrossed with the plotline before realizing Peter was handing me his jacket. It made me realize how I was sitting on my hands and folder over to keep me warm.

"Thank you, Peter"

"Of course y/n, anytime" he smirked.

I put the jacket on feeling the heat from his body still keeping it warm. It smelled like him, which was also a plus.

---Another 30 minutes later---

I was trying to watch the movie but all I could think about was the cute boy sitting next to me. Including all the cute things he does. Whether he is talking about space, the Avengers, or even his science homework. It always made me happy, to see how happy Peter was. I was so happy to be here with him. And he had bought the tickets and given me his hoodie without me even telling him I was cold. I slowly reached my hand from my lap and onto the armrest. Leaving my palm facing up. My heart was about to leap out at this act of confidence. But I just had to remind myself of all those times I dreamed of holding Peter Parker's hand. So I kept it there, hoping for the best.

Peter POV:

Their hand was on the armrest palm up. I had seen them move their shy hands up and onto the armrest. I was glad to know that all this worrying about my crush was actually real and that they liked me back. As smoothly as I could I picked my hand up and ran my fingers over their palm. Before I landed my plan in there's and squeezed my hand tight around there's. Our fingers are entwined with one another.

Their face held a small smirk which gave me just enough confidence to pull their hand into my lap. Pulling them over the arm rest. So that their head was leaning on my shoulder. It felt right, and I heard y/n's breath pick up and come to a steady resting place.

---Another 30 minutes---

I had seen Titanic many times before this. So I tuned it out. Only focusing on the feelings I was experiencing. To have y/n's hand in mine, them wearing my jacket, and them just being with me. I was on cloud nine. There was only another half hour before the movie was over and I could tell the end was gonna make y/n cry. It even made me cry the first time I saw it. They were holding my hand tight and were gasping to all the twists and turns.

As the movie wrapped up I was hesitant to move. I knew y/n had shed a few tears as my shoulder was lightly wet. Which did not bother me one bit. Also, I did not want this moment to end. I wanted them to make the choice to move away from me.

Y/N POV:

I had been lying on Peter's shoulder for half the movie. I knew I would have neck pain later but I did not care because I did not wish to move. I did cry a little but I hope Peter did not notice. I was sad to see the credits begin to roll and the lights un-dim in the theater. I waited till the last second to move away from Peter. Basically, until everyone was standing up. As soon as I pulled away I missed his touch. I looked down at us still holding hands and realized that he was looking also. When we looked back up at each other.

" Do you want to take a walk around Central Park?" he asked.

" I would love to Peter" I grinned as he stood up with our hands still locked together

We exited the theater in a blissful state. I was over the moon Petere actually liked me back. So much so that the ending of the Titanic did not take hold of my emotions.

"So I have to ask how did you like the movie?" Peter asked as you walked outside.

"Good. I was not ready for Jack though. Sorry if I got your shoulder wet. I was just surprised they did that to his character"

Peter chuckled, "It's okay y/n, all good"

Both of you had been walking in silence for a few minutes. Enjoying each other's company. A few seconds later Peter stopped when you reached the front gates of the park.

"What?"

"You never answered that question back there," he said raising an eyebrow.

" Pfff, whaaa, okay maybe" I deflected.

" Hey I mean I want this to be a date but only if you want it-"

I cut him off, "YES, please, Peter I have liked you for too long, please say this is a date!" I basically begged

" Well then y/f/n y/l/n you are in luck because I Peter Parker and taking you out on an official date. Would you like to walk around Central Park with me?"

'"Of course!" I said gidddy with a smile across my face.

It was late but neither of you cared. Walking around the paths, going under bridges, and still holding hands. The air was brisk yet it was all worth it to step on the crunchy leaves scattered across the ground. It had been a few minutes of silence and some light conversation explaining how long we both had liked each other. We were both walking when he stopped on top of a bridge above a little river. The lights illuminated above me.

Turning to me he said, "Y/n I have had a wonderful night"

"Me as well," I said smiling.

"Well," he said placing his arm around my back and taking a small step forward. " Now that I know how long we have liked each other . . "

"Yeah Peter," I said looking at him with curiosity.

Nervously he stuttered out "Y/n I like you a lot! And I just want you to know that and-"

He cut himself off by leaning into my face and gently placing his lips on mine. My breath hitched as I realized that Peter was kissing me. I quickly retracted. Soaking in how soft and tender he kissed me. it was so gentle it was almost like an angel. When he pulled away both let out a loud exhale. Then we looked at each other and laughed. It was silly how long it took us to get to this point. I leaned into Peter letting him pull me flush to his body. I grabbed his face with both of my hands and placed my lips onto his with a little more force this time.

Well kissing Peter all I could think about was how much I love this boy, causing me to smile into the kiss.

#peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #feel good #peter parker #marvel #peter parker fluff #kiss #date #spidey #the avengers #marvel x reader #spider man #fluff #peter parker x you

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kiomaru-san · 1 month ago

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Disaster has come at the wrong time.

In the morning of peaceful and sunny day, where everyone is having fun, all kids playing and the parents are stressed by taxes.

Inside the Wilson's apartment, Logan is walking around the kitchen with his tank top and boxer, his socks that already have a hole everywhere.

Logan take his cold and good ol' beer, open the tab and chug on it. He takes his newspaper, sit down at his favorite smelly couch and relaxed.

Everything is peaceful, Laura is doing her homework, Mary-puppin is eating her food from her bowl and Logan finally get to rest after doing something special with his husband last night.

But then suddenly, the disaster come by itself..

Wade came out from his shared room with Logan. a grumpy look plastered on his face, he goes to Logan and stand in front of the old man.

"Hubby." The harsh tone in Wade's voice made Logan's eyes snapped at him.

Logan reluctantly pull his gaze away from the newspaper then look at his grumpy husband, isn't he supposed to be the grumpy one? He ask himself..

"What, red?" Logan asks, a curious look in his eyes.

"Am I fattened?" Wade asks at Logan, shooting a death glare at him.

Oh no, no no no no?! Not today, why does it have to be today? Why does Lord made this time as his fate?!

The last time when he say Wade IS fattened, his "buddy" get smash on the spot and he have to walk like a crab for one week.

Logan already breaking cold sweat, the air changes from peaceful to horror and intense.

Logan looks at Laura, silently pleading for some help but then he saw Laura pack her homework inside her bag and carry her bagpack.

"You're on your own, daddy!" Laura already run inside her room, don't want to get involved to face Wade's wrath too.

Logan grunt in disbelief, even his own daughter doesn't want to help him, her own father! He's offended.

He looks at Mary-puppin, but she's already follow Laura to be inside her room too, now he's all by his own..great, just what he need.

"Look, Darlin'. You're not fattening.. You're just- just..just.." His eyes roam all over Wade's body, to be honest.. He is a little pudgy than usual but he has to lie if he wants his "family jewelry" safe and well.

"It's not that you're fattening, red. You're just muscular, yeah.." He say in awkward look.

"Hmm, really? Then I should test it out by wearing an S sized clothes, but if it doesn't fit that's mean you're lying, okay?" Wade ask, a suspicion look in his eyes.

Logan gulp and try to explain to his husband. "No, you don't have to, Red, you're already okay, you don't have to-"

Too later, Wade already leave at his shared room with Logan.

After a moment, Wade come back with a perfectly fitting S sized robe.

"Oh! I guess, I'm not fattening then, maybe I'm just overthinking, doesn't I~?" He giggles "silly me! Sorry, hubby~" Wade smiles warmly.

Logan sigh loudly, there's a relief in the sigh of his. "See, red? You're only an overthinking idiot." Logan smirk at his own nickname for that merc.

"Haha, yeah~" *Wade take a look at the robe again, the robe actually an XL sized and Wade remembered that he's tall so the robe might look smalled on him..so does that mean..

Wade clenching his hands into a fist, his eyes snapped at Logan.

"Honey badger, I gave you ten seconds to run.." He command, his fist became veiny..

"Fuck-" Logan quickly runaway and scream like a literal girl.

Wade chase on him like a predator and his pink, sharp nails ready to smash that balls up. "LOGAN HOWLETT, I'M GONNA CATCH YOU, YOU SHITHEAD-" he keep chasing on his husband.

Laura and Mary-puppin was sitting at the couch, watching Laura's favorite My Little Pony the movie.

The end ^^ 🌟‼️

#logan howlett #wade wilson #wade x logan #deadpool #deadpool and wolverine #laura #mary poppins #my post #my fic writing #they are married #wade is a madness #marvel #wolverine #idk what else to tag #whatever #idk #theyre so silly #lol

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sunnypaganblog · 5 months ago

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Nightly reflection in honor of Lady Aphrodite!!

My obsessive thoughts have been mainly centered around religious doubt lately tbh. Don't get me wrong, it isn't like I don't know the God's are real, or think that deep down. I've just given into my obsessive thoughts about religion in the past, so I think I'm scared of falling into that again, cuz the first time I left this religion, my intrusive thoughts became centered around the God's being real, and now that I know the God's are real, they've become centered around the God's NOT being real. I understand that intrusive thoughts are the opposite of what you believe, so I don't feel too bad about it cuz I know it's just my brain being weird. But at the same time, I can't help but get kinda stressed out from it sometimes. I honestly learnt not to trust the logic of my anxiety ever since I joined this religion and stopped overthinking things, so it's not like I'm gonna give in or anything. But it still hurts to hear it every single fucking day—they usually stop after a while if I just ignore them, but they're really annoying. I think if I just keep ignoring them though, they'll fade over time, since I'll be more sure of myself in the future anyway.

I love my deities, and they've assured me constantly that even if I do fall into that line of thinking again, they'll still exist and be here for me. So I feel loved and at peace even if one day my anxiety gets too bad for me to handle anything anymore. I'll try focusing on improving my reactions to my intrusive thoughts more by not giving an emotional response to them. Since they don't worsen as long as I don't react too much. And maybe I'll ask my deities for advice about it later, and look for different coping mechanisms about intrusive thoughts.

I love Lady Aphrodite and Lord Hermes and every single one of my deities so much jehshs they make me feel so at home and at peace and loved. I feel like things are gonna be okay, even with my anxiety. I'm gonna improve the best I can for them. I promise that.

#pagan #paganism #lady aphrodite #aphrodite

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appleasks · 1 year ago

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What are your opinions on everyone in the hotel? This includes Angel Dust, Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husk, Niffty, and Sir Pentious (R.I.P)

(Also, to the creator, your portrayal of Lucifer is amazing! So is Vox, both always make me laugh.)

"i will start with charlie because i'd like to—my daughter is a kind, hardworking, loyal and beautiful girl who sees the potential in everyone, and i am nothing if not proud of her. i'd hate to think that all this time, she thought that i had belittled her dreams when i was just worried for her. but i'm really glad we're getting somewhere now, i hope i don't ... mess things up again. but i'm so, so glad she turned out to be so self-sufficient and so loving like her mother. you know, you should talk to her when she's having her breaks. she's so easy and delightful to be around but she just ... gets wrapped up in the moment so easily and with everything that's happened it doesn't take much for her to start ... well, you know, overthinking, haha—juuust like her father. but she doesn't give up. i've spent so much time watching her grow, and i turn my back for a few seconds and she's suddenly come into her own. and she did that all by herself. raised this hotel from nothing. she's ... she's amazing. and i love her. i love her, my sun, my little morningstar. i just hopes she knows that."

"ah, angel dust. a very feminine fella! he's very confident in what he does and he's very tall. though it's ... i don't really like seeing his ads around pride��not that i don't like looking at him! i just think that knowing someone on a personal level starts from the mind and not the body, because you can't control the body you're put in, not on earth and not in hell. oh! sorry, haha, i digress—i mean to say, if i am to know him on a deeper level i'd prefer not to chance upon these ... images of him."

"oh, right! her name was vaggie, wasn't it—apologies for mispronouncing her name, she's a dear! i see how much she cared about charlie and quite frankly, i ... i can see the way she fights for my daughter and ... it's strange, i feel like ... i'm closer to her than either of us know. despite the tough shell she dons she believes in charlie's dream more than anything—she was there for charlie where i ... failed to be. but that doesn't matter, i couldn't have asked for a better woman for my daughter."

"husk! he may be aloof but he does pack a punch at the bar! i've had the pleasure of having a, uh ... chat with him over wine before, and, he's wiser and a lot more mature than i expected. when charlie achieves her dream, i hope husk gets what he truly wants from all this."

"niffty ... she can seem scary but she does look out for everyone in the hotel! she's an excellent housekeeper and i'm glad to have her in the crew! she's also ... incredibly skilled at pest control, oh lord—"

"oh, dear. sir pentious. i know he died for the hotel before i got to know him on a more personal level, but, the very fact that he died for my daughter's hotel, my daughter's cause—i can't help but think he's nothing but a good man. he died a good man, and i only regret being unable to know him sooner."

"alexander doesn't deserve my saliva. though, i guess he's been ... docile as of late."

#ooc : THANK YOU SO MUCH!! IM RLLY GLAD YOU LIKE MY PORTRAYAL!!#hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel rp #hazbin rp #hazbin hotel askblog #hazbin roleplay #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel ask blog #hazbin hotel roleplay #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer ask blog #lucifer askblog #hazbinhotel #hazbin fandom #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel #.( appleasks ) answered

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marquisguyun · 8 months ago

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I couldn't pick one for the ask game so here are two!

🌤️ and🌧️ please

Okay, so I've made sure none of these WIPs are anything that has an anon period, but I still had a lot of options to choose from! (Also it's amazing how much i managed to overthink this lol but it was still fun!)

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP. This is from a Bingqijiu omegaverse fic!

"We could have camped and avoided all of this," Shen Qingqiu grumbled. "The last time someone suggested camping you said that you 'weren't some Bai Zhan or Ku Xing disciple to deprive yourself of comfort when there was a perfectly good inn and the coin to pay for it,'" Yue Qingyuan reminded him with a smile. He got a playful swat of Xiao Jiu's fan for his efforts. "Do you remember everything I say?" Shen Qingqiu asked. "Most things, shidi," Yue Qingyuan agreed.

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

Okay, this is long but oh well! Good angst, hopefully. From my "Lang Qianqiu looks under his guoshi's mask before he buries him" AU

"Xie Lian isn't going to ascend again," Lang Qianqiu said darkly. "He's dead." The laughter of the other officials cut off immediately, and the silence that followed was heavy. "Dead?" Ling Wen asked, always seeking to make sure her records were the most complete. "Your Highness is sure the Crown Prince of Xianle is dead?" "Of course I'm sure," Lang Qianqiu bit out. "I killed him myself!" "You--!" a voice called from across the hall. That was General Nan Yang, Lang Qianqiu thought. He'd not made trouble with the martial god of the southwest in the years since he'd ascended. He knew there was little chance that the general had flaunted the rules of the heavens to help his former prince get revenge on Yong'an. But he'd kept his distance, not willing to make friends with a god from Xianle. "How dare you??" "Your prince massacred the royal family of Yong'an when I was seventeen. I was well within my rights to take his life in return." Lang Qianqiu bit out. "General Tai Hua," a deep voice called from across the hall, and whatever Nan Yang may have said in response was cut off. The Heavenly Emperor stared at Lang Qianqiu in a way that made him feel like a weight had settled on top of him. "Is the Martial God of the East familiar with the way cursed shackles work?" Jun Wu asked. "No, my lord," Lang Qianqiu admitted, unsure of where the emperor was taking this. Around him, the murmurs of the other gods and officials told him that he was not the only one ignorant of this. The emperor sighed. The hall fell silent once more, all attention focused on Jun Wu. "A god who has been banished is not the same as a mortal, even a mortal cultivator. His divinity is bound, which is the main function of the shackles, but there are... side effects." An uneasy mutter spread across the hall at those words. Gods didn't exactly like to consider what it would be like to be banished, even if they never thought it would happen to them, and side effects sounded particularly ominous. Still, Lang Qianqiu wanted to know. If Jun Wu had brought it up, there must be a point to this. "What side effects?" Lang Qianqiu asked. "A banished god cannot die under most circumstances," the emperor said, with an even tone that belied the horror of his words. "They can be killed, yes, but they will recover in time. So tell me, Prince of Yong'an.... how did you kill your guoshi?" All of the blood drained from Lang Qianqiu's face. His mouth hung open, but he couldn't form a single word.

Thanks for the ask!

#tgcf #svsss #anyone's guess when the fics these belong to will see the light of day lmao

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ewanmitchelll · 1 year ago

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Imagine Taylor Swift songs (XII): All Too Well.

Imagine you and Osferth are forced to part ways.

Warnings: DRAMA, angst, smut, FLUFF.

Warnings 2: long post.

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• I walked through the door with you. The air was cold but something about it felt like home somehow.

You are dressed in what you judge to be your best robes. Being Lady Æthelflæd’s trusted lady has provided you good advantages and one of these definitely was earning good Osferth’s heart.

It all started when you helped your lady to meet Uhtred Ragnarsson, an old friend of your mistress. Aware where her true affections laid, you helped covering her tracks so no one would know the reason why such secretive meetings occurred.

Funny enough Osferth was doing the same thing. It was when you two spent hours talking and praying until a mutual fondness grew between you two.

It’s winter now, hence why you are dressed in more comfortable robes. You still keep your liaison with Osferth a secret for political reasons, but it’s very difficult to do so, especially when you know how frequently he’s in danger when joining Uhtred’s band of brothers in battles against the Danes.

• Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate. Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…

“You have a look of concern displayed in your features, my lady”, Osferth comes at you. There is a feast at Yeorvic this day, and that is where you are now.

“Do I, my dear?”, you try to conceal it, but the moment his hand discreetly looks for yours and the way he casts a knowing gaze at you, your knees weaken again. “I am only overthinking.”

“It torments me more when you opt to keep these tons of thoughts to yourself”, Osferth whispers. “What is it, pray tell me.”

“I wish we could live our lives quietly”, you admit it to yourself. “That we may be not as lovers but lawfully married before God. I do not wish to keep secrets just to keep you, even though I comprehend the circumstances that lead us into this.”

“I know, my lady. When this war ends and victory is assured, I will speak to my lord Uhtred. This I vow”, and then he takes your hand, there pressing a long kiss that sweeps away your fears.

As you two join the feast, Osferth gently pulls you to him and discreetly whispers:

“My heart is yours and yours alone. Never let this fade in forgetfulness, my lady.”

You blink away a few tears. His sweetness has always made you sensitive.

“Oh, Osferth. How could I forget? You are my other half, there is no place for another in my heart.”

By mixing with the folk, no one seems to notice the sacred vows you and Osferth exchanged.

***

• And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more. And I might be okay but I'm not fine at all…

Osferth’s eyes are set on you, but you don’t meet his gaze. Lady Ætheflæd has just announced her departure to Mercia, not only because her husband awaits, but in order to protect that realm that has grown affectionately in her heart, which she adopted upon marrying the rascal she is consorted to.

You are deaf to politics, this is not your expertise field and you hold no interest in it as your mistress discusses it in equal terms with other men present. You hold onto your faith as war is spoken about.

But your soul is cold as ice, frozen with no warmth, no magic as you and Osferth are forced to part. And you are only momentarily angry at him.

You should have fought for us.

You start to wonder if you placed hopes where the should be none. However, when you rise your gaze, you find his.

The silent astonished that speaks his heart’s agony in losing you… is perhaps the only goodbye you might have.

By what strength you swallow your tears, forced to act nonchalantly?

***

• Cause there we are again on that little town street. You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me. Wind in my hair, I was there. I remember it all too well.

“What are you thinking about, arseling?”, Osferth is inquired by the Irish Lad. “You do not look well.”

“What could give away I look unwell?”, he snorts in response. “I cannot be in better spirits with this bloody cold before the announcement of a grand invasion planned by the same old enemies.”

The Irish raises his eyebrows.

“Someone is in a mood today…”

“Let him be”, Uhtred says in soft chuckles. “Come on now, Osferth. Winter is not the season fighters gather to a fight. Hence why we are heading to Wessex.”

Osferth doesn’t respond, preferring the silence. His thoughts are on you and he could never tell you his desires. He doesn’t know how long your travel will be nor how well placed are you going to be at her ladyship’s court.

Worst, he is preoccupied at how you’ll be treated there. The Mercians love their lady Æthelflæd, but the same cannot be said of their lord towards his wife. His despise for Lord Ælfred’s daughter is well known.

When looking at his sword, Osferth questions the worth he’d put at it. And then he is remembered all too well of your smiles, gentleness, the sacred way you two prayed together…

“Come now”, Uhtred puts a hand around his comrade’s shoulders. “I can tell something upset you.”

“This is nothing, Lord”, Osferth dismisses his friend’s concern. “And I assure this will not distract me of upcoming events.”

“Suit yourself, then. Just remember, Osferth, destiny is inexorable. It is what it is.”

And there is no more word on it. Back to his melancholy, the warrior monk feeds his brain with land occupations in order to distract his mind of your smile, but when night comes, he remembers when precisely you told him of how you fell for him.

• Your cheeks were turning red (…) You told me 'bout your past thinking your future was me. And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do. And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to…

It was late night. Sounds coming of the bedchambers upstairs were enough to offer evidence why Uhtred and his lady took effort in meeting after everyone was fast asleep. Ignorant at how their trusted friends have too fallen victims to the love bug, you and him enjoyed that silence in intimate manner—not in flesh, though, but in spiritual communion.

“My lady is most beautiful this evening”, so he said when contemplating your soft features that, by candlelight, looked ethereal. What to say when his eyes noticed the light blue gown that reinforces your curves.

And though today you are showing some cleavage, his sinful thoughts wishing to explore it with his mouth, he holds them back for the sake of his soul.

“You are most kind, dear one”, you took his hand and there pressed a soft kiss, eyeing him with devotion. “You must be an angel.”

“How so?”, and remembering his former thoughts, he flushed at your praise. “I am unworthy of such comparison.”

And here was when his face couldn’t get any more crimson. You listed every virtue he possessed, reasoning why you’ve grown not only to admire him, but…

“I love you.”

Osferth was taken aback. Never in his life words of deep affection reached his hear and heart. Never before he became familiar with what he judged so strange: not lust nor desire, but something so divine and pure.

Then when he chewed its meaning, he saw fear in your eyes, questioning rising in the y/c that paints your irises. It was when he smiled, timidly so. Lacing your fingers with his, he took them to your lips and said:

“Oh, lady. I love you with all my being”

He could not express his deep thoughts, the intensity of his feelings, but when you kissed his lips, Osferth’s own doubts died at last.

• And maybe we got lost in translation. Maybe I asked for too much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up running scared, I was there… I remember it all too well.

The warrior monk now remembers again that memory so dear to him, walking south in bitterly expectation this bloody war ends. However, he cannot escape the admonishment of his conscience.

What worth is there in dwelling in the secrecy of past when all could have been resolved if he had the courage to keep you like an oath?

In the meantime he deals with his own remorse, you follow your mistress wherever she goes, praying to go unnoticed in Æthereld’s view. You fear her husband and even though lady Æthelflæd offered you better ladies to serve, your staunch loyalty spoke higher than security provided by gold.

At Mercia’s main seat, you watch her steps, prepare her bath and ensure all happens well. Working in shadows is always a good task to occupy your mind.

But you are haunted by the sad resignation in your lover’s eyes, incompared to the nights spent in shared experiences, emotional and spiritual, avoiding, for the sake of duty, any carnal temptation that not rarely touched you two.

Why did he let you go? A question that still daunts your conscience, breaking your heart until melancholy is stamped in your y/c eyes.

“Lady Y/N”, you are called upon by Lady Æthelflæd.

There is a feast today, thrown right after the Mercian lords assembled to discuss the possible manners to defend Mercia against the Danes as well as to how many soldiers they’d send to help their lady’s cause.

“Yes, my lady?”, you approach.

“Please have a seat. My husband has been long gone, he’s not doing you any harm”, she offers you a sympathetic smile.

You nod your head shyly, taking the seat pointed. Despite the friendship you two have formed throughout the years, you do not dare move above your place.

Ale is served and only then you are inquired as the cause of your silence.

“Silence, Lady Æthelflæd?”, you inquire, confused.

“I have noticed in the past three months the joy with which you carried your life has been clouded by something. External events prevented me from looking after you not only as a mistress, but in the manner friends do”, she apologizes.

“No, lady. This is not my position to take your apologies. You were right in doing your duty. Please, I should lament if I have failed mine by all means…”

“Y/N”, Æthelflæd sighs, shooting you an impatience looks. “Is this how we should proceed now?”

You take a sip of your drink before sighing heavily.

“This is a long story.”

“We have time for it”, Æthelflæd smiles encouragingly.

Whilst musicians play their instruments and the nobles assembled talk their talks, you confide your mistress and friend how you came to love Osferth.

***

• Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it. I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still trying to find it. After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own, now you mail back my things and I walk home alone. But you keep my old scarf from that very first week ‘cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me. You can't get rid of it ‘cause you remember it all too well

As wind blows brown leaves of the remaining winter, Osferth thinks too occupied to be remembered of past. However, now at Wessex, surrounded by his men, when battle can come at any moment now, he spots lovers here and there.

It is as if the Lord is playing him a trick. Or perhaps, most sensitive it is, that He is trying to teach this baby monk a lesson.

“Again with that melancholy, boy?”, a familiar snort makes Osferth turn his head and find Finan with folded arms and staring at him with a mix of amusement and reprehension.

“Not melancholic. Just waiting.”

“Not for the battle, then what are you waiting for?”

Osferth shoots the man a glare.

“Quit with wrong interpretations if you may.”

Finan roars in laughters at it.

“Has someone broken your heart, boy? Come on. I know that look well. We have all been there, done that.”

When seeing hesitation, the older male smiles and, sliding to sit in front of him, he serves some ale before saying:

“Life is one to suffer in eternal martyrdom. This is not what pleases the Lord, it is only selfish to think this kind of misery pleases Him when it does no one good.” He takes a long gulp of his drink, waiting for Osferth to absorve the meaning of his words.

“What should I do then, lord? I lacked courage then by choosing duty over her.”

“I knew a woman was involved. One hopes this whole misery is not about a concubine, though. For you know how these women can be…”

“No, for God’s sake!”, Osferth protests vehemently, although he snorts afterwards. “Would you honestly think I am this kind of man?”

Finan laughs.

“Fair enough. Then tell me more of this lass, responsible for making our baby monk a miserable man.”

Osferth sighs, but his friend is patient. Looking down at his occupied hands with ale, he finally talks about you.

How could he not? He remembers all too well…

• Cause there we are again when I loved you so. Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known. It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

***

In the aftermath of one more victory to count to the House of Wessex carried on by Uhtred and his comrades, Osferth is restless. He is tired of secrets and cannot live with his remorse anymore.

Therefore, the baby monk goes after you, not taking long to do so—following the advice of his Irish friend, who certainly had more ways of talking than Uhtred and his excess of practicality.

However, there is little need to go farther as the retinue of lady Æthelflæd has come to the encounter of Uhtred’s party under some political excuse.

You are just ordering maids where to put your mistress and friend’s robes and other packings when you are met by Osferth.

“Osferth!”, you forget the daily check of your emotions when seeing him. “You are here!”

“Lady! Allow me to speak with you… alone.”

You hear that despair, the same eagerness that has consumed you and haunting you these past months. You nod and let him lead to a nearby, abandoned chamber that few use.

Once you stand before him, you find yourself unable to breathe, holding your breath as you wait him to speak. Osferth, perhaps awaiting your excusable tantrums, looks down at his hands nervously.

Only then he raises his eyes and after studying your silent reaction, does he break the silence.

“No words can do justice to the misfortune I brought us. There are, it’s true, reasons for what I did, but neither can excuse our parting ways.” Osferth takes your hands in his. They are cold. “I beg your forgiveness.”

Repressing sentiments does never do any good. You’d think by pushing the hurt and anger deep down was the reasonable doing, but how wrong you were. Now, you are bursting violently in tears.

Osferth is shocked at first. A warlord, he is a man to swords and an enemy to many. But when it comes to the hearts of damsels, what does he know?

He does try to hold you, responsible for those tears you’ve failed in holding back.

Unable to forget what he remembers too well, in his eyes emotion comes through unwelcoming tears.

“I am sorry”, he says in chocked voice.

“You didn’t say goodbye. You never said anything..” and then you push him. “Have you ever thought of me, Osferth? Have I been nothing but a secret you were forced to keep?”

“Lady…”

You turn your back on him, unwilling to see the same tears that roll down in your cheeks mirrored in those blue eyes like rain pouring from skies.

“I kept the love I had for you like an oath!”, you sob, not seeing how he, even tearful and feeling your angst like astonished blows, moves to short again the distance between you two. “You were my most sacred object of affection! I loved you ardently, I forsook my duties, I drowned in a sea of hopes waiting to be rescued…”

He closes his eyes, swallowing a sob.

“You broke me like a promise, you took me for granted!”, and brought down by that cascade of sentiments, you don’t swim against the tie that pushes you. “During these cold evenings, you were my spring. Your smile was like the sun of the mornings, warming my poor heart and feeding my lonely soul. I thought… I thought we could navigate this together! But love is for peasants, I see that now. For duty is as sharp as a blade and it bleeds all that is not….”

You are interrupted as he finally has the courage in making you turn to meet his gaze.

Osferth cups your face with his callous hands, resting his forehead against yours. Each gaze mirrors the other and his soul steals yours again.

“Don’t go.”

You sob and so does he.

“All I felt was shame. There was nothing I could do”, he whispers like the cold breeze of winter, discreet and hush. “We swore to keep in our hearts these delightful memories we formed together. I shall not break it. I shall translate it better. Be my lady. I may not be the most appropriate of suitors, but take my poor and obscure heart of this knight who fought Danes, pagans and many proud obstacles in the form of kings and bishops to have you.”

You understand. Relieved of the burden you’ve been carrying on your own, you comprehend what’s said and what has not been said. You know Osferth just as he knows you.

No more words are needed. In the awakening of spring, winter has finally been prevailed by the seeds that were planted in autumn.

So you kiss his lips.

***

The marriage ceremony is discreet, but lawful before Christian laws, respecting you and Osferth’s desires. Notwithstanding Uthred’s mockery for the belief you and your husband follow, he ensured to be present and conducted the feast he gave you both… with Lady Æthelflæd publicly by his side.

At the feast, music is played by talented musicians and men and women drink merrily to the new couple. You insist in dancing with Osferth, or at least in presenting to him a dance you and your fellow ladies used to do at Mercian court.

“My lady”, Osferth, back at the table after dancing with you, takes your hand and there kisses it before locking gazes with you. “You are my angel.”

You blush at his words.

“Do not make such a praise, lord, after seeing me in my worst”, you remark, in reference to the day where you exploded with him.

“I disagree”, he smiles quietly at you.

Before you insist in your point, Uhtred—always him—makes a toast in the most scandalous form.

“Ladies and Lords hereby present by the forces of destiny!”, he smirks. “Before we begin the bedding ceremony, I must say a few words. Osferth, our baby monk, is one of the very rare beings in this world provided with sharp tongue, sharp brain and a good heart. Make the best use of these traits, Y/N. I am not letting him go if I do not know how infatuated this little lord is.”

The salon cackles and you join the sound of laughters. Osferth’s face is red, but it gets redder when, before you tell him something sweet, the ladies steal you away from him and the lords do the same with him.

You two follow separate ways to reach the privy chambers of the household borrowed for the occasion by the local landlord, who happens to be Uhtred himself.

Stone corridors witness the noisy and boisterous sounds of the men and the women, celebrating in such a manner as never before seen. You feel shy at it, since your gown is removed and your hair is let loose.

By the time your ladies let you in between giggles at the privy bedchamber, you find Osferth, completely bare, waiting for you.

The moment your eyes meet, each blushes. Your eyes, however, leave aside good morals you were taught to scam his body. It’s the first time you see a man in that state. Your wide-eyed gaze lingers in the scars seen in his belly, but it takes a while in his manhood.

His sight gives you a new sensation, to which you have no word to. It is a heat that warms your chest, makes your exposed nipples unbearably hard and your womanhood wet.

What makes this heat spark in fire is how Osferth looks at you too. Unlike you, however, he doesn’t seem to study you with the curiosity of someone who never did before. There is, on the other hand, a different kind of look that you have only almost seen once.

“Lady”, he turns to you and locks your fingers together.

Osferth barely breathes, feeling he’s about to have an erection just at the look of you. Your body brings him to sinful thoughts, but this time he’s not guilty for being taken by them.

Moving to where you are, he now kisses you like a desperate man willing to save his life. You corresponding the kiss with another just as passionate.

“Lord husband”, you mewl, ignoring your insecurities as you take him to bed.

Osferth cups your face before lying you down. He takes his side of bed and turns at you, caressing your hair and then cheek with one hand all the whilst sliding another to your nipples.

“Tell me when I should stop”, says he, eyeing you with the devotion of a lover.

“Don’t you dare”, you whimper at how he takes his time in playing with your breasts.

Osferth chuckles low, arousing further at how easily you subdue under his touch. There is some indecent inquisitiveness at how his hand moves down to your core and there insert one finger.

And from the moment his mouth drops to each nipple is when the quiet Osferth you took as husband shows another side to you unknown. He devours you in many ways and you like to be devoured. You whimper loudly, hands playing with his hair as he tends of the needs you didn’t know you had.

Osferth holds your gaze as he does indecent things to you, and until you cry out his name he doesn’t roll over you.

“My lady”, he kisses you intently. “My wife”.

You spread your legs so he can insert in between them, very gently holding your hips before engulfing you in a warm embrace.

“My husband”, you love how easily dominated you are, letting him have all the control.

And the moment he searches for your eyes, no communication is needed. It’s when he and you come to discover together a very mundane and sinful pleasure that, notwithstanding your morals, would be a good pastime for years ahead…

***

“I want to do one thing that I heard ladies talking one day”, you tell him with mischievous eyes.

Osferth laughs quietly.

“Never took you for someone who eavesdrop, my darling.”

You roll your eyes playfully at him.

“Well, husband, will you consent me doing it?”

“You sound eager to do so… and I would be lying if I said I am not curious.”

It’s only when you begin touching his manhood that his mind goes blank and his face, red.

“Oh.”

“What is this “oh” for?”, you ask him, confused. “Is it bad?”

He throws his head back and you watch with desirous eyes the moment his mouth forms an “o”. Very sensuous indeed. Aren’t you condemned?

“No. Please, continue, m-my lady.”

You don’t tell him this is not exactly what you heard, but seeing how he is enjoying it, you take your time. And when he’s about to come undone, you opt to put your mouth there, getting him out of surprise.

Osferth then groans your name louder than before and soon your mouth has in it a very different liquid than the ones you usually drink. And you like just the same.

Though your mind reprehends yourself for sinful thoughts, you are plagued by an incurable lust for your husband.

Just as he finishes, you crawl over him and, making him erect again, you ride him just fine.

“Oh Lord!”

Osferth admires how wild you are. Your long y/c hair falls in a messy cascade behind your back, and when some parts of your locks cover your breasts, he adjusts them so he can have a better view of your state.

Hungry for your boobs, though, his mouth soon finds way to each and the room is no more silent. Though there may be pain, there is pleasure in this deed and you feel blessed and healed in many ways.

“I love you”, Osferth moans when pursuing your lips one more time.

“I love you, husband”, you whisper breathlessly.

And the night goes on…

***

• Epilogue.

The world you and Osferth are part of is one plagued by vicious wars, diseases and treacherous monarchs, seconded by prideful advisors and vain clergymen.

Notwithstanding this fact, you and him adjust to this life where peace is rare and fear is constant. But stability only comes when Uhtred eventually takes back Bebbanburg, his rightful inheritance, and Æthelstan provides good stability for a while after defeating an ambitious Dane named Knútr.

It’s true that your troubles have not ceased. You almost lost Osferth twice for these wars and your own mistress passed out after plague seized her life.

Nevertheless, here you are. Two years have been since Uhtred himself died. You have children of your own, soon ready to constitute their own families.

As for Osferth, even with his sword retired and content with a simpler life, he still remembers too well all that is here no more.

“You brought me peace in a lifetime of war”, he says, in one of these days you two are in bed together.

He watches you combing your hair and slip to his side of the bed, where he holds you close.

“You were my savior”, you smile at him. “Made careless a careful man’s daughter.”

You two share a laughter that has so much of the synchrony that marks your relationship, but companionship as well.

“I love you, angel of my life.”

“I love you, my guardian.”

Thus you adjust in your nest, comforted in his arms, sleeping as he rocks you like he used to. Peace comes thus, painting your sleeping faces with the serenity of those who filled their duties well.

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