#loved those fuckers and never got another decent set rip

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Intense vibrations silence my tinnitus for a short period, whether good or bad is unseen. So far the best examples have been a tuning fork (asked my parents for one for EVER but never got one until my 20s by chance, very sad), and the freaky new humming sound the heater is making after it got cleaned more than ever before yesterday. One of dad's last trucks was close, but instead fell in the range of 'this is rattling everything more loose than it was' in a painful way

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Forgive, But First Fun - Nandor x f(vampire) reader

Summary: After getting left behind to fight off a pack of werewolves on your own, now mad at Nandor, you and Nadja have decided a little night out couldn’t hurt.

Warning: slight angst, fluff, fun times, and a tiny smut mention

Masterlist

Trudging angrily through the manors wooden doors, face stern and almost scary enough to put the fear of God into anyone. Your boots stomp into the large opening and onto the wooden floor boards as Gullimero, Nandor, and the documentary crew follow you in.

Your cloak is ripped and dirty as it lays in a pathetic black heap of cloth in Gullimero’s arms, your hair not looking any better, not to mention your face and arms that have various cuts paired with grass smudge marks adoring your skin. All in all you look like a hot mess.

“What the fuck happened to you lot? You’ve been gone all night.” Questions Laszlo as he walks into view from out of one of the hallways, his eyes scanning over a perfectly clean and handsome Nandor, then over to the dirty crew and disheveled Guillermo who’s got some leaves stuck to his hair.

“I don’t know.” You snap sarcastically, “How about you ask Mr. Dodgy-shit-stick over there.” Referring to Nandor who’s looking anywhere but you, keeping as silent as ever.

Gullimero looks between you and Nandor, then back at a confused Laszlo. “Oh, um they’re not speaking to each other right now.”

“And why the fuck not?”

Guillermo sighs before leaning towards Laszlo, “Nandor wanted to graffiti where the werewolves live and Y/N said he’d get caught and then Nandor said no I won’t and then he did.”

Laszlo raises a curious brow, “That’s it?”

“Oh, um....” Guillermo awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, suddenly pulling off a green leaf, “then they chased us to the park and when the pack closed in on us Nandor turned into a bat and left us behind so Y/N had to fight one of them off so we could escape and now we’re here.”

“Well that sounds rather exciting.”

“Not at the time.” Whispers Guillermo to no one in particular as he glances over at the camera.

“Huh,” Mutters Laszlo thoughtfully, scratching his beard as he thinks of how to help this situation, “well if you two dingbats aren’t talking to one another I believe Nadja needs you Y/N. Something about....well actually I’m not entirely sure.”

Perking up ever so slightly at this positive news, you cross your arms over your chest defiantly, “Well since someone does, I’ll be going then.” You grumble with a low growl at your Nandor who’s refusing to make eye contact while he stares frustrated at the floor.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Laszlo watches you stomp angrily up the steps before turning his head over to Nandor who’s now watching you leave with big sad eyes.

“Alright why’d you do it?” Interrogates Laszlo with a raised brow.

“Do whaaat?” Replies Nandor defensively, his once high and mighty aurora reappearing in an instant.

Rolling his eyes, Laszlo sets a hand on his hip sassily, “Well I sure as hell don’t want an angry Y/N wandering around this old place for the next however the fuck it takes you both to make up....in however fashion that may be. So I ask again, why’d you puss out and flee like a mangy opossum?”

Pursing his lips together in apprehensive embarrassment, Nandor mutters to himself before finally crossing his arms over his broad chest and sighing, “Because......I....I don’t know I panicked!” Exclaims the large vampire, causing Laszlo to start laughing. “Why are you laughing?”

Wiping a fake tear from his eye, Laszlo lets out a few more chuckles before finally composing himself, “My good man that is the second saddest thing I’ve ever heard. The first being when one of my many victims offered me one of their rare and exclusive Poki-muns card which I still have no idea what the fuck they were on about. Anyways, doesn’t matter, all I’ll tell is that you better make it up to her.”

“But she’s scary when she’s angryyy.” Whines Nandor with a frown.

“That’s all women my young pup, but since your lovely lady is a vampire she’s more dangerous.” He says while giving Nandor a kind pat on the back, “So uh, stay safe out there.” Adds Laszlo before turning and walking down the hallway leaving Nandor with his thoughts, Gullimero, and the documentary’s camera crew.

“What are you all looking at!” Snaps Nandor to the rest of the room.

——

“Oh my goodnessess that’s awful, my poor dark angel.” Soothes Nadja as you take a moment from your long and needed rant about the adventures in the park and Nandor’s cowardly stupidity. “That big hairy rhino doesn’t deserve you Y/N.” She reasons honestly, doing her best to make you feel better, knowing all to well the level of competent decision making skills of the other two vampires in the house.

“I know.” You mutter in agreement, your body tense and agitated as you pace back and forth in front of her as she sits in a chair, “Fucking beautiful idiot prick horse-fart of a husband. Urgghhh!” You proclaim loudly while throwing your hands into the air angrily, causing the furniture in the room to screech backwards across the old flooring at your outburst of vampiric energy. Nadja’s long obsidian hair blowing backwards as you do so while she keeps seated, unflinching.

Face softening, she gives you a sympathetic smile, “Oh my lovely fierce lioness, I know exactly what will make that sad little frown turn into a happy one.” Beams Nadja with an excited clap of her hands.

Hugging your sides, you let out a frustrated huff before giving your old friend a shrug, “What do you have in mind?”

——

“So we’re at the carnival!” Claps Nadja in delight as she smiles at the camera, “This will hopefully relieve Y/N’s pent up angers and keep her mind off of Nandor.....for now.” She adds a bit uncertainly.

“HA HA take that fuckers!” You shout joyfully from behind her, the camera panning over to you at the ball toss where you’ve been knocking down plastic bottles with a rubber ball. The stall owner cowering in the corner as he shields himself with a stuffed zebra.

The camera focuses back on Nadja, “I think it’s going really well so far.” She confirms with a convincing grin. “Relieving all that..uh....rage.” 

After winning a stuffed snake taller then you and deciding to wear it as a strange fashionable scarf, you and Nadja are wandering the carnivals streets while people watching to pass the time.

“So that’s why I never walk on the roof after 3am when I’ve had homeless man’s blood.” Rambles Nadja as your thoughts about Nandor come trickling down into your brain and nose. Huh, strange, must be cause you’re still wearing a thin red scarf of his.

No, stop thinking about him.

“Good lesson learned then,” You add with the flash of a smile before nudging her shoulder gently, “hey you wanna watch me win you something cool?”

Perking up in an instant, Nadja smiles a devilish fangy grin as she stops to eye up the multiple game stalls, “Why I would be delighted my dear Y/N, how about....um, oooh I want that giant tropical fishy with the long whiskers over there.” Points Nadja as your eyes travel over to the game stall with the large prizes.

It’s a game that requires the individual to shoot an arrow directly on three different sized bullseye’s stationed at various heights. Smiling like an idiot, you nudge your vampiric acquaintance in agreement, the both of you quickly swaggering over to the carnival game and it’s plush flashy prizes just screaming to be won.

“Hello good sir, my skilled roommate Y/N here is going to win me that fish.” Beams Nadja proudly as the teenager jumps off his chair to greet the two of you.

He smells like weed but surprisingly looks decent all things considered, “Uh yeah alright, two bucks for three arrows, hit every target directly on the middle red mark and if you make it on the bonus poster on the far back wall then you’ll have a chance to win that fish, good luck.” Mumbles the kid unenthusiastically as you slide him the cash.

Picking up the shitty yet still functional carnival bow, you give Nadja a wink before fitting an arrow in the nock and pulling back, lining up the shot and releasing directly into the first target to the left. Smirking to yourself you quickly draw again, hitting your second mark just as intended. Pays to be a skilled archer huh.

“Damn that’s pretty good aim.” Nods the teen as he watches in awe as you fit another arrow, releasing and punching a hole in the middle of the third target.

Nadja claps in excitement from behind you, “Yes! Win me that colorful fat bitch my feisty lioness!”

Standing like a warrior ready for battle with your bow in hand and wind blowing in your face, the kid almost drops the arrow he hands you for the winning shot as he practically swoons.

“Get those scissors ready, that fish is mine.” You growl in determination while picturing Nandor’s head as the final target, drawing back, you let the arrow fly straight into the bonus target. Winning Nadja her giant fish plushy.

“Yessss!” Shouts Nadja in delight as you drop the bow onto the table like a bad bitch before eyeing up the kid with a raised brow, “We’ll be taking the fish now.”

Wide eyed he almost falls off his chair, “Wait um, that’s the last one...I didn’t think, uh, my boss doesn’t want me to give away those ones.” He stutters out.

“What!” Snaps Nadja, “Then why are they just hanging there? You lied to us you little shit!”

“I’m sorry.” He pleads apologetically, “That’s what my boss told me. And no one ever wins the big prizes anyway so I didn’t think...”

“Well your boss he can eat a big horse turd cause I’m taking that fish.” You growl before jumping up and unhooking the fish from its perch above your heads, handing it to a practically glowing with joy Nadja who immediately hugs the thing.

Sticking your tongue out at the teen, you and Nadja turn to leave before a boney hand is suddenly on your shoulder, twisting around in an agitated instant, your face is mere inches from the wide eyed boy as he attempts to look even a tad bit threatening.

“No.” Is the only thing that slips from your tongue before your hand shoves him back, his whole body going air bound into the back of the carnival tent while the kid lets out a panicked scream.

“Ooooh Y/N that was very sexy of you.” Smirks Nadja while wiggling her dark brows, “Too bad a certain cowardly lion wasn’t here to see it.”

Petting the stuffed toy snake around your neck absentmindedly, you smile back a fangy grin, “Yes. Too bad.”

Continuing on your late night stroll through the carnival you both pass by random strangers, families, elders, children, and lovers all minding their sweet business completely unawares to the dark supernatural world walking right past them.

Although you’re quite enjoying this time spent with your best friend in the whole wide world, a low dull feeling of emptiness can’t help but creep into your undead being the more you catch sight of new and old couples walking together.

Sensing your growing sadness, Nadja nudges your shoulder playfully to gain your distracted attention, “Hello in there my black rose, what is on your mind?”

Holding the snake close to your body, a small smile creeps its way onto your face knowing she’s looking out for you, though it’s gone soon enough, “Oh you know....uh....blood.” You mutter unenthusiastically, trying to keep your thoughts away from Nandor and how much you miss him right now.

“Blood is it? But we just fed before attending the carnival.” Inquires Nadja in confusion as she keeps a normal pace at your side while the two of you follow the sidewalk past various shops and restaurants. “What is actually plaguing your mind my dear one?” She wonders with a frown, not keen on seeing you upset and in a grey mood.

Biting your lip anxiously, though not hard enough to draw blood, you walk past a couple more people before your eyes catch the sight of a small black bat disappearing behind a corner building just up ahead.

Squinting your eyes, your nose suddenly catches the scent of someone very familiar, “Nandor?”

Turning her head to face you, Nadja’s brows furrow in puzzlement, “What? No my sweet hurricane, forget that mangy old bear he’s not important right now.” Urges Nadja as she looks forward, suddenly surprised to catch a glimpse of someone who looks a lot like Guillermo racing behind the same corner you saw the bat fly behind. “Okay um what the fuck? Did you see that too?”

Glancing at Nadja you nod before quickening your steps as she does the same, her skirts flowing as she tries to catch up with you, though you’re much faster and with lack of annoying dress material, “Wait! You’re too fast.” Yelps Nadja.

Ignoring her protests you book it down the sidewalk like a maniac, almost running into a jogger before skidding round the corner of the brick building and coming face to face with a wide eyed Guillermo who gasps in surprise. Nudging him to the side, your eyes immediately fall upon the nervous fangy grin of your Nandor.

He gives you a shy little wave before shuffling awkwardly in place, awaiting your rampage of verbal and possibly physical assault that he’s certain is in the near future.

Taking a deep breath, you cross your arms over your chest defensively, “Were you following me?”

“Um, well.....I might have been....but only to make sure you were okay.” Mutters Nandor honestly, eyes shifting from you to the ground nervously as he awaits your wrath.

Pursing your lips together in thought, you shake your head before taking off the stuffed toy snake and holding it firmly in your hands. With a low growl do you grasp the snake in your right hand and hold it back like you might swing at any moment.

“You’re a fucking nincompoop you know that right?” Slips from your mouth without an once of anger lacing your words, instead do you hand the snake to Gullimero as Nandor watches in puzzled fear.

Taking a swift step forward, you point a finger into his strong chest while looking sternly up at him, “Racing off and leaving me too fight that angry bitch all by myself, and now following me when I needed a break from you! Nandor....... you’re something else.” You add with a shake of your head.

“Yes I know, and I’m sorry my love.” Smiles Nandor with saddened eyes, “I promise to keep you save from now on and fight off any werewolf who tries to hurt you....even if I am scared.”

Taking a step back, you can’t help the smirk that forms onto your face at his sweet words of forgiveness and sincerity. You know how much he fears werewolves and that he fled the scene thinking you were planning on following too, not realizing that you might actually give a shit about Gullimero’s and the crew’s lives.

“Oh my dear puff dragon,” You declare softly with a small smile, reaching both hands out to grasp his own, “I forgive you.”

Nandor’s face breaks out into the biggest and happiest grin you’ve seen since his last birthday when he walked into your shared crypt only to find you naked and holding a bushel of red roses while seated seductively on his coffin.

“Oh that’s fantastic because I was really missing you.” Reveals Nandor with a gentle squeeze of your hands. “Laszlo and Guillermo can’t make me laugh nearly as much as you can, they’re honestly rather boring.” He says before leaning in closer to whisper, “and not very attractive to look at either.” Causing you to crack another grin and your undead heart to fill with butterflies. 

Chuckling you reach up with one hand to pull his collar closer to you and a second later do your lips clash sweetly against one another in a heated moment of passion. He smiles into the kiss before moving to pull you in closer with both of his hands, one slipping low to cheekily pinch your round bottom.

Feeling him against you once again has to be the best sensation in the whole entirety of the world even if you’ve only been separated for a couple of hours. You absolutely love the way his fingers dig into your back and bum with an animalistic eagerness that’s slowly starting to drive you insane. Oh, the things he does to you.

Especially how his tongue slips into your mouth with ease while you tug at his hair long dark locks. “Y/N!” Suddenly shouts Nadja.

“Nandor!”

Begrudgingly pulling away, you turn around to face the confused lady vampire while Nandor hugs you from behind, happily smirking at her, knowing she can’t do anything to hurt him now. “Yes Nadja.” You answer.

With the fish plushy hung over her shoulder, her brows furrow in confusion, “What the fuck are you doing? I thought you were mad at him?”

“Yeah well, I was starting to really miss him and also I’m kind of horny now so.” You reply with a shrug as Nandor hugs you tighter, resting his bearded chin against your head while Nadja huffs in defeat.

“Alright. See you at home then.” Adds Nadja before turning towards Guillermo and shoving the giant carnival fish into his arms, “Hold this Gizmo I’m going home.” Then just like that she’s gone in a black wispy poof, flying away in bat form towards the vampire resistance on Staten Island.

“Okay then.” Mutters Gullimero as he looks up at the dark sky.

Feeling a wet kiss on the side of your face and neck you smile before turning around to face your dear husband, “Shall we take flight to seek out our bed chambers?” You speak slyly in a soft yet seductive voice.

“Yes.” Grins Nandor with a flash of lust and excitement before turning his attention over to Guillermo, “Hey Guillermo I’m leaving to make passionate love to my wife so don’t bother us or I will have a rat shit in your pillowcase. Okay?”

You giggle to yourself as Gullimero’s cheeks redden while he side eyes the camera, “Understood master. Have fun.” Squeaks out the loyal familiar as he stands there awkwardly with his hands full of two carnival prizes.

Nandor sneakily squeezes your bottom once more as he gives Gullimero a knowing smirk, “Oh, we will.” Then a second later you two are flying high above the city in bat form, ready to make love to your sweet Nandor for probably the twentieth time that week.

Down below the camera pans over to Gullimero as he blinks, “Well uh, I have these things now..” He says, holding up the fish, “and I am so not looking forward to cleaning up their mess.......again.”

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A Wife for Thor Pt.08

11/07/2020

The Warriors Three

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5,298

Warnings: talks of pregnancy, sex, smut, very slight angst, jealousy

A/N: Enjoy! Not much to say about this one except that I’m setting things up! Get read for the roller coaster y’all! As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me sprad my work! xoxo

Tuesday morning you open your eyes and catch Thor watching you sleep.

You stare right back at him, eyes searching his pleasant smile. What is he thinking that’s making him give you such a sappy look? Not that you mind it. You’re a little seduced by it. Emotionally seduced.

Fucker’s got you wrapped around his little finger.

His smile grows wider, almost as if he can read your mind.

“Were you watching me sleep?” You wonder, a whisper so quiet you’re not sure he can hear it.

“Yes.” Thor admits, supporting his head with his hand, elbow buried in his pillow.

“Was I snoring?”

“Yep.” Thor chuckles. “You most certainly were.”

Groaning, you reach down to yank the blanket up over you. It gives you a peek at his glorious naked body lying beside you as it drifts up and falls slowly back over you.

Your mind is attacked with images, memories of last night’s needy bout of lovemaking. Thor had been hungry for it. For you. For his promise to fill you up and get you knocked up with his babies.

The very idea of you pregnant with his heir had him so excited he’d accidentally bitten a little too hard a time or two, then apologized by kissing the assaulted spots until you were trembling and quaking beneath him.

He’d kissed every inch of your body and taken you up and down the room, devouring you in every way he could.

The bed had been the most visited spot, but his desk is still a mess. One of the long flowing curtains that lines the wall of windows is torn and abandoned on the floor.

He pushes you against the wall, as flowing yet slightly scratchy fabric slides across your naked back, you realize he’s got you pinned to the wall of windows.

It’s taking your mind and body a second to catch up to what the other is doing or feeling. It’s been a night of ecstasy. Of orgasms and sweet kisses and the hope that this will last forever. That this isn’t just sex. That maybe it started out as just that but now that your futures are so set in stone, that Thor is committing to this just as much as you are.

He’s invested. He has to be.

Your mind suddenly realizes that even if this floor is high up, the palace tall and looming, someone might be looking up. Someone might be hoping for a chance to get a look at Thor, King of New Asgard, God of Thunder. Instead, they’ll get a full moon. Your ass plastered against the glass.

You twist in his grip, turning to look out and see the distant ocean, black and endless. Thor kisses your neck, his hands reaching down between your legs to pull another whimper.

You’re slick and slippery in his hands. Your knees go weak, and you fall forward. You brace yourself on the window and your eyes are brought to the flickering lights of a house close to the palace walls.

Palace staff probably. Maybe even Estrid’s home? She’ll have a nice view of your tits at this angle.

“Mmmf, Thor…” You gasp, pushing back against him, suddenly embarrassed.

He eases up, giving you space. It’s enough that you slip out from between him and the window. You turn and scamper towards the bed. You jump on it, pulling the sheets up around your body to cover yourself in a delayed attempt at modesty.

As you look at your future husband, you can’t help but laugh. It’s a burst of sound, a hiccup of amusement as you watch him struggle against the curtain. It’s tangled around his left arm and hips. Wrapped around one leg as he steps on the end with the other.

He’s gotten himself all covered in it when he’d suddenly thrown himself around to follow your escape.

“Looks like I’ve caught you, God of Thunder.” You tease, and chuckle again.

Thor’s brow furrows, a deep guttural growl ripping through his throat as he simply walks forward. A simple flick of his wrist across his body where the curtain is wrapped tears it and he’s tackling you onto his mattress before you can understand what’s happened.

You give one small yelp before his lips are pressed to yours and with his kiss, he takes all your shyness.

“Hey,” He begins, gripping the edge of the sheet and he pulls it down until he can see your eyes. “Don’t hide from me so early in the morning.”

He pouts, folding the sheet up just above your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and then leaning down to kiss your clavicle.

You shut your eyes, relishing in the feeling.

“I love the way you kiss me.” You tell him, suddenly feeling bold.

Probably because it’s early and your body is still reeling from last night.

“Is that so?” Thor asks, laying down properly with his arms still around you.

His eye is trained on yours, searching them for proof that you’re lying.

“Yes.” You nod, reaching over to caress his bearded cheek, turning onto your side to look at him better. “I love your kisses and your touch. I love your voice and the way you laugh.”

Thor’s cheeks are suddenly bright red, barely hidden by his golden scruffy beard. He hasn’t trimmed it in a few days. It’s getting thicker.

“That’s a lot of things to love, cherub. One might think you’re falling for me.” It’s a tease, but hopeful.

The way his voice leaves it open for you to respond to despite being a statement makes your heart pound. You scoot closer, moving until your nose tip is touching his.

You shut your eyes because admitting this face to face is hard. If only because you don’t want to remember saying it and then regretting it later if he should ever hurt you. Because with this arrangement the two of you have made, this marriage? How can you not get hurt at some point?

“I am falling for you, Thor. I’ve already fallen for you.” You whisper that last bit, afraid to speak it too loud. What if someone else hears you say it?

He doesn’t say anything and for several really long seconds, you just wait.

Unable to take it anymore, you open your eyes and find him staring at you still, his brow scrunched, a little pucker between his eyes.

The look is intense, but mostly vulnerable. He looks almost insecure, which is stupid because he’s Thor! How can he look the way you feel?

“What? What did I say?”

Thor gives his head one shake, then he rolls you over, laying over you as his hands push the hair at your temples back, loving your face the way he’s been doing all night.

“How is it that I’ve always needed you and never knew it? How is it that I’ve been searching for you my whole life, and only now just realize it’s you I was searching for?” Thor sighs, shaking his head in disbelief.

You take a deep shaky breath, inhaling until your lungs give up. When you exhale, your voice is surprisingly relaxed, a playful tone in comparison to the intensity of these confessions.

“You’re such a sap.” Voice at a decent volume with a bit of exasperation thrown in.

Thor buries his face against your chest and his body begins to shake with laughter.

You laugh with him, bringing your hands to the back of his head to stroke his messy short hair. You absolutely love the way it sticks at odd angles when he wakes up in the morning.

“You’re making it awfully easy for me to love you, cherub.”

There’s that word again. And it steals your breath just as much as the first time he’d said it, though before, it hadn’t been so straight forward.

“You’ve known me for less than a week, Thor.” You’re absolutely stunned.

You’ve heard of whirlwind romances, but never in true life. None that ended well.

“I know.” Thor sighs, laying on you more snugly. “And I know that it makes no sense, but when you told my friends at dinner that it was inevitable for you to fall for me, I had no idea that the possibility of being with you and knowing that you could love me would make me so happy.

“So, I made up my mind to try. Just as I told you. And then those kisses in your room…”

He drifts off, thinking back to those first liplocks when the two of you had been surprised by the chemistry that had suddenly shot off between you.

“I know.” You nod, bringing your hands down to rest along the sides of his neck. “I felt it too.”

Given that it was your first few kisses ever, even you’d felt something click beyond the initial pleasure they gave you.

“And you’ve been so open, so understanding. Jealous a bit—which I like, to be honest. Probably shouldn’t.” Thor admits, and you think you know what he means.

It’s nice to feel like you’re wanted, so long as it doesn’t smother and hurt.

You smile, despite the anxiety of the moment.

“You’re much more than I ever hoped you’d be, cherub. Much more.” He sighs, placing his index finger on your temple and running it down to your chin. “I’m starting to love you. And I’m certain that with time, that will only grow.”

“Thor…” You’re apprehensive about taking him at his word, fearful that you’ll wake up and it’ll have all been a dream.

“Why don’t you believe me?” He asks, exasperated as he grabs you and rolls over onto his back.

You land on top of him, your legs automatically straddling his hips, hands pushing against his chest to sit up.

“You just broke up with Jane, Thor. A woman who you’d wanted me to pretend you weren’t going to be having an affair with if we got married.” You remind him, and he screws up his face.

A knowing grimace as your anxious timidity makes an appearance again.

“I-I know that I made a mistake.” He nods, hands finding your hips to give them a firm squeeze. “I never should have asked you to do something so deceitful. It was heartless of me. I’m sorry.”

He means it, and his sincerity brings your body down further, hands placed on his bearded cheeks again.

“I don’t make excuses for myself. The only thing I can say is that I wanted Jane and I to work. I have loved her for a long time. For humans.” He clarifies, “And if there was a chance to make us work, I wanted to be certain that I tried. I didn’t want it to end without me having given it a good try.

“But Jane and I have been over for almost half a year. Her true love will always be her work. As admirable as that is, I’ve known that I would need a wife who could give not only myself, but the people of Asgard her full heart.

“That doesn’t mean that I don’t know that your work as a writer is important. I will give you time and space to do what you love. Because I want you to be happy here, cherub. I want you to love living here with me and our people. I want you to love being here. I want you to love me.”

His voice suddenly cuts off, slightly surprised at the honesty of that last sentence.

You’re not. In fact, you know exactly how he feels. You hadn’t expected him to feel it or be the one to say it out loud. You’re so glad he did though, and you lay over him, holding his face still as you press your lips to his softly.

He shuts his eye, kissing you back as his hands find your waist to take firm, possessive handfuls.

When you pull back, he follows you up a little, stretching his neck until you’re sitting too far up to reach, and he falls back onto his pillow.

“I already do, Thor.” You shrug one shoulder, giving into what’s been growing since the moment you met him, and he made you picture both of you together. “I think I’ve loved you since you downed an entire stein of ale and then went for a refill.”

Thor’s smile is small at first but grows as you wait for him to respond.

“I won’t waste it.” He gushes, sitting up and taking you with him, wrapping one arm around your waist, the other holding the back of your neck. “I won’t waste your love.”

He’s so determined, how can you not believe him?

��Promise?” You whisper, licking your lips.

“I swear it.” He replies, pulling you towards him to kiss you softly.

Wet lips lap over yours, massaging softly before you slide your tongue into his mouth, and he groans against you.

You slide one hand down between your bodies, searching until you take hold of his cock and lead him in.

He goes rigid beneath you, body tight as his hands squeeze you hard as you sink down onto him.

He grunts, reaching down to grab a handful of your bottom as you lift yourself up and drop down again slowly.

“You said you wanted a baby.” You remind him, voice nothing but air as he stretches you and hits a delicious spot inside you that makes your hips twitch. “Let’s make a baby.”

That guttural growl from last night rips through Thor’s throat again, and he flips you, tossing you onto your back never once slipping out of you as he rails you into the mattress.

~~~~~~~~~~

It shows up in ways you don’t expect it to.

Quick peeks from across the garden. Sweet smiles over people’s shoulders. A quiet kiss shared before you both leave an empty room.

You and Thor have decided to try and be lukewarm in public. Respectful. Decent.

In private, this morning’s session of lovemaking is a good example of what you two would rather be doing together.

However, since duty calls, you and Thor are currently making your way onto a large stretch of land at the center of New Asgard.

With your arm around his elbow, he waits patiently for you to carefully gather your skirts a little so that you can walk without stomping on the bottom.

It’s a beautiful gown, black with an illusion bodice absolutely covered in beautiful pink, red, white, and orange florals. The same pattern is prevalent throughout the tulle skirt, a thicker cotton skirt underneath keeps you warm. Over the spaghetti strap bodice, you wear a black cloak. It feels more like a cape.

An intentional choice by Thor, it turns out, because you match. Thor in his black Asgardian suit, the same one he wore on the night of your dinner with his closest friends.

The two of you make a lovely pair and the crowd that has gathered around the plot of land you’re on seem to notice and approve.

Some of them wave at you, others simply stare and share excited conversation.

“They’re staring at us.” You smile nervously, waving at a pair of beautiful Asgardian boys no older than ten who wave at you with such enthusiasm, you can’t help yourself.

“They’re staring at you, cherub. You’re the pretty jewel on my arm.” He flatters, and you laugh at him.

“You really don’t like being complimented.” He observes, his eye only for you.

“It’s not that.” You shake your head, meeting his gaze. “I’ve just never been told such…no one’s ever talked to me like that before. It’s super weird.”

“Weird? Then I will have to do it with more frequency.” Thor whispers, leaning in towards you. “And you can’t fight me on it.”

You bite your bottom lip, giving him a quick and private glare.

He chuckles, amused by your reaction.

“Are you warm enough?” He checks, reaching to adjust your cloak.

“Enough.” You nod. “I’d rather be in bed with you, though.”

Thor clears his throat, his hand brushing gently along your bottom.

A mere coincidence that he was adjusting the cloak there when you said that.

“You’re much warmer than this cloak.”

Thor sighs heavily, taking his hand back to scratch at his head.

“Are you trying to torture me?” He wonders, avoiding your gaze and waving at his people.

“No.” You protest. “But you are. It’s a simple fact.”

“You’ve grown increasingly bold in these past few days.” Thor whispers, leaning in towards you to speak quietly.

“Whose fault is that?” You wonder, feeling shy in front of the Asgardians, not so much Thor in this aspect after the way you spent the early morning. “I think I’ve had more sex in two days than most women have in two years.”

After a moment to consider, you smile and meet his eye.

“Can we keep trying for a baby after this? I read somewhere that if you do it on your side, it helps with a girl. Or if we want a boy, you can take me from behind again.”

Thor’s face is crimson as he coughs loudly, choking on his own spit probably since he’d opened his mouth to respond but your question seems to have rendered him speechless.

“Is that a yes?”

Thor takes a minute to catch his breath, clearing his throat before reaching up to pull at the neck of his shirt and armor.

“Vixen.” He accuses. “When I get you back to our room, I’m not letting you out until the morning of our wedding.”

This time, it’s your turn to be speechless. You stare at him, eyes searching, heart pounding, completely emotional. You’re the true sap.

“I’m…Our room?” Had you heard him correctly? “I don’t have to go back to my bedroom?”

“My bedroom is your bedroom. I’m not letting you out of it ever again.” Thor assures you. “I need you there to sleep now, cherub.”

You wrap your arm around his elbow more tightly, tucking yourself in against his side.

“Can I have a kiss?” You ask him, unsure if it’s polite or normal for the two of you to be so affectionate before you’re married or if it’s frowned upon by the Asgardian people.

“Of course, you can, love. You never have to ask.” He leans down as you push yourself up onto your toes, lips puckered and eager.

His kiss is gentle, just as pleasing as ever, but chaste, and innocent.

It’s perfect for what you’re feeling, and you have to pull back first but go in for a second, quicker kiss.

“Well, it looks like you were worried for no reason.” You turn to watch David walking up to you both.

“David!” You gasp, excited at the sight of him. “I thought you’d left back to London.”

You release Thor and hug David, who happily returns the gesture. He pushes you back to get a look at you in your pretty dress, and nods with approval.

“I did but came right back after my meeting. I wanted to make sure the God of Thunder was keeping his word. It appears he’s exceeded it.” David says the tone of approval to accompany the pleased smile on his face. “Might I borrow the future Queen of Asgard, Your Majesty?”

David gestures at your hand around Thor’s arm.

Thor takes your hand and holds it, offering it to David with that lovable goofy smile you’ve become quickly familiar with.

“Of course.”

David takes your hand and gently wraps it around his own suited up elbow. “Thank you.”

Together, you and David walk a few feet away, Thor turning towards the nearest group of Asgardians to greet and mingle.

“It seems things have progressed quickly between you and Thor.” David observes, his voice polite but you can hear the worry.

“We’re already trying for a baby, David.” You confess, stopping and tugging on his arm so that he’ll turn to look at you.

David’s face is full of shock. He blinks, trying to clear his mind or put the words you just said together in different ways until he understands them.

“You’ve slept with him already?” David asks quietly, always the model of good sense.

“It just happened.” You sigh, catching your breath after your impromptu confession. “He kissed me the night of the dinner and then he broke up with Jane and when I went to see him in his room, to show him my wedding dress for approval, he was so open with me about everything and we kissed again. One thing led to another and we just…it felt right, David. I didn’t want it to happen because it had to. Because he had to consummate the marriage?

“I needed to feel control over something.”

David moves a step closer, taking your hand in his two, tapping them to offer comfort.

“We really click, David. Like, in bed? And personally too. We’ve been so…it’s easy with him. To a certain point. I’m not a complete idiot. But I-I’m already loving him. And I think he feels the same. M-Maybe not love, even though he says he does, but he likes me at least. I’m sure.

“He said he wanted to start on our heir. Since we’ll have to do it quickly anyway.” You shrug.

To your surprise, David actually nods. “I think having his child is for the best too.”

You’re about to ask him why, but he explains without you needing to.

“The Ambassadors are eager for your marriage to commence. And I think it’s a good idea to solidify your place in their court with a child.”

Fear and a bit of anger begins to grow in your belly. It fills your chest with worries and the tightness of your anxieties makes it hard to breathe.

“You’re afraid he’ll change his mind?” You realize, so angry at David you almost want to rip your hand out of his grip and march back to Thor’s side…but this is your fear too. Your worry.

“No.” David rushes to reassure you, but the seed—while it had already been planted—has been watered by his warning. “No, I don’t think he will. The way he looked at you just now didn’t look like the expression of a man who is having doubts. In fact, he looks downright smitten.”

This helps you relax a little, or at least cools the rage you feel towards David.

“It’s all just happening so quickly.” David frets.

“It has to happen quickly.” You reason, annoyed but also understanding of his worry.

You’re worried too. After every sweet word, touch, and especially after every moment you spend wrapped in Thor’s arms, coming to pieces beneath him. Feeling him more deeply than you’ve ever felt anyone before. Literally.

You wonder to yourself, if maybe this is all too good to be true.

“You’re not pretending?” David asks, quiet since Loki, Sif, and three men you’ve never seen before make their way towards Thor at the center of the lawn.

“No, David. I’m really not. I like him, so much. I didn’t expect it, but I do. And he seems to like me too.”

“I’ll have to keep an eye on him, to make certain he really returns your feelings.” David smiles. “Would you like me to send for a fertility doctor? Someone who can keep an eye on you to assure that you and Thor are doing everything you can to produce an heir?”

“Yes!” You hug him tight, so pleased that he seems to be on your team.

He laughs in your ear as you hold him, hugging you back gently.

“You’ll wrinkle your pretty gown.” David worries.

“Cherub?” Thor’s voice calls to you and you turn towards him, his hand extended towards you from where he stands with his friends.

All of them in unison, save for Sif who instead looks down at the ground, mouth his pet name for you.

David too.

“Cherub?” He asks, amused.

But you don’t hear him. You move for Thor, taking his hand, then he pulls you against his side, wrapping his arm around your waist.

David moves to stand beside you, but clears his throat to draw everyone’s attention.

“I think I will retire to the palace. If that is alright with you Your Majesty?”

Thor looks to David and offers a quick smile. “Of course. We can offer proper introductions at dinner.”

With a nod, David takes his leave.

“Y/N, I’d like you to meet Volstagg, one of my oldest friends and a mighty adventurer in his own right. He also enjoys a good drink and plenty of well-seasoned food.” Thor whispers the second part in your ear, drawing your attention back to the newcomers.

“What’s that you’re saying about me to my future Queen?!” Volstagg demands, but he doesn’t wait for an answer as he reaches to take your hand.

He bows his head, pulls it to his lips, and kisses it chastely.

“Your Highness, it is a pleasure to meet you.” He gushes.

“Nice to meet you.”

“This here is Fandral, another close friend. He-”

“Has conquered many hearts, and had I been here when you came to meet Thor, I may have very well conquered yours, Your Highness.” He smiles at you flirtatiously, his blonde hair falling loosely over his forehead.

He is very handsome, charming. A definite flirt.

He reaches for your hand but before he can take hold of it, Thor grabs it and pulls it against his own chest.

“He’s a flirt.” Thor’s frowning at him, and you can’t help but feel your stomach flip and your heart flutter at his refusal to let Fandral touch you.

“And I am Hogun of Vanaheim. It is an honor to meet you, Your Highness. I am at your service.” The third of the Warrior’s three is calmer, though you sense a general amusement floating off of him at his companions and their quirks.

“Thank you.” You smile at him, “All of you, for such a warm welcome.”

“We’re very sad to have missed your welcome feast.” Volstagg laments, rubbing his protruding belly.

He’s in his armor which makes his large stature menacing and comforting that his girth will be on your side of any fight.

“You’re just hungry.” Hogun tells him.

“Isn’t he always?” Fandral teases.

“As charming as this impromptu meet-up is, you three have new armor to be measured for, and if you hurry you might just catch the end of the lunch hour back at the palace.” Loki informs them, and like they’ve all been electrocuted, the Warrior’s Three give you a quick bow and shuffle off bickering about some disagreement from before they arrived.

“Brunnhilde, I think maybe you should go with them. Apprise them of the need for their quick return. The sooner they start planning, the better for us all.” Loki looks to Sif, frowning at the way she’s staring at Thor holding your hand to his chest still, cradling it there as if it were something precious. “Sif? I think you should go with her. Rest up. Tomorrow’s wedding will be a long day for us all.”

Sif gives you and Thor a passing look, Loki a quick glare before she turns and marches off after the Warrior’s Three.

Hilde looks after Sif then smiles at Loki before turning her charms towards you.

“Forgive Sif, Your Highness, she’s not used to defeat.” Hilde explains.

“I’ve never met warrior women before. I wish she’d let me get to know her.” You lament, Thor’s arm tightening around your waist.

“She’ll come around, Cherub. She just needs some time.” He assures you.

“Or a boyfriend.” Hilde jokes. “Don’t worry, I’ll try to bring her around.”

“Thank you, Hilde.” You truly appreciate her and her kindness.

“I’m glad this is going well.” She points at you two, sincerely pleased, looking almost smug.

Thor’s eyes narrow, and he hugs you closer.

“So am I.” He throws at her.

She laughs once, then turns and heads after the others without another word.

“Alright, so why have you brought us out here?” Thor asks Loki, who quickly pulls a small black folder from what looks like to you, thin air.

“This plot of land has been designated as a public park. As our Queen, the council has decided that this would be the perfect first task for you.”

“For me?!”

“Yes. We’ll give you plenty of experts to do the actual work. Your job will be to oversee the park’s construction. They will give you options, you pick what you’d like, and at the end of a few months, you will unveil the park to the public.” Loki explains.

“Doesn’t it seem like too much to take on?” Thor worries, “For a first project?”

You remain silent, too stressed suddenly with the pressure to get this place just right mounting.

“You’ll help her, Your Majesty.” Loki teases, “It will be a joint project. A gift form the King and Queen to their people in honor of their wedding. We don’t have any parks yet, and with the population growing again, this one will be an excellent place for families to come and pass the time, for whatever reason families seem to want to do that.”

“So, I’ll have help.” With Thor by your side and many experts, it doesn’t feel so daunting. Still stressful, but not as scary.

“Yes.” Loki nods, handing you the folder so that you can look at the plans and options he’s already set aside for you. “After tomorrow, you’ll have a week to honeymoon, and once you’re back, you’ll begin your duties. Together. As a unified front for all the world to see.”

Suddenly, you realize what this is actually supposed to be.

“So, this is really just a PR stunt for everyone to see that Thor and I are getting along in our new marriage? Because no one can believe in the arranged marriage thing?” You sigh, feeling slightly deflated by the rude way reality seems to be encroaching on your blissful new love bubble.

“We knew this would be a concern, cherub.” Thor rubs your lower back, trying to soothe you a little. “We’ll easily give them what they want. Since I already love you, we won’t have to pretend. They’ll see us as we are.”

You’re knocked breathless again, trying hard to catch it as Thor’s stupid love declaration in front of Loki absolutely sends your body and mind buzzing.

Loki is also shocked by this. His eyes are wide, slow blinking as he stares at Thor’s feet, replaying what Thor just said.

Loki wasn’t expecting Thor to say that and you’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“Cherub?” Thor gives your body a little shake.

“I’m okay.” You assure him, swallowing hard, almost ready to lose your mind until you look up and meet his eye.

His concern and caring is there, true and real, and it calms you. It settles your worrying heart and with a slow sigh, you nod.

“Really, I’m okay.”

Thor frowns, almost not believing you despite the fact that you can see that he means his words.

You’re not sure if he does it for himself or if he’s doing it to prove his point, but he holds you tighter, pulling your body towards his and holding your head in place as he leans down to give you a not so chaste kiss.

You can’t help yourself when his tongue begs for entrance. You open up for him and readily meet him in his passion.

“Okay…” Loki mutters, neither you nor Thor hearing him. “…I’ll just…go.”

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Chapter eight: Sawamura

Summary: Y/n and Tendou are deeply in love. Living on the other side of Tokyo now, the Monsters are still up to their old shit. They even opened a few businesses for Tax reasons. Even though it’s been almost three years later, Y/n still has never been able to understand how they have avoided the law several times. When Tendou’s Mother reappears in his life, Y/n is confused as Tendou claimed she is dead. Finding out Tendou is being forced to take over the family business by his Mother, she soon learns the truth behind Tendou’s reason he never gets in legal trouble is his family business. His mother is quick to decline Y/n as his future wife and tries to set up Tendou with someone she sees more fit. What will happen to Y/n and Tendou? What will happen to Tendou’s “family business”? What does this mean for the future of the Monsters?

TW: Swearing, violence, mentions of aggression to police (ACAB though am I right?) mentions of a traitor.

AN: SORRY ABOUT NO UPDATE LAST NIGHT HSBDHVJSDHJ I PAST THE HECK OUT AND SLEPT LIKE 16 HOURS AND FORGOT TO POST THIS TILL MY 10PM ALARM WENT OFF JDFBGVHDS I will update 1 chapter of this sometime tomorrow and a horror one too so I can get back on schedule.  

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Third person pov 

"Guess we will have to kill him then huh?" Suna said with a sadistic laugh as the other two smirked at one another. 

Shirabu grabbed a marker as he stepped up to the man. 

“What the hell are you doing?” The man in the chair panicked. Shibaru began to place dotted lines around certain places. 

“Don’t do any damage here please.” He said. 

“Are you selling his organs?” Y/n whispered loud enough just for the other monsters to hear. 

“Yep, if they are decent, why not?” He said as he walked out of the room to look for more tools. 

Y/n sat back and watched Suna slam the hammer down along the man’s hand and arm. 

Meanwhile… 

Tendou, Matsukawa, Kyotani and Terushima were all still out checking local bars for the scumbags. They were just about to head into another club as Tendou’s phone rang. 

“Paradise? Everything okay?” He asked as he answered. The others could not hear what she said on her side of the phone. 

“A cop?” He asked back. “Alright Paradise, I will give Maki a call.” With that he hung up. 

“Why doesn’t Y/n just go talk to him?” Terushima asked. 

“I guess they are heading out. They removed the guy's kidneys and liver I guess.” 

“And they are doing what now?” 

“Going to sell it. Shirabu knows a guy from the pharmacy.” He shrugged as he rang Maki. 

“Maki here what’s up boss?” The others could hear as Tendou placed him on speaker. 

“Is Kenma up?” 

“He’s already on his computer. He said he is looking for something.” 

“Ask him about Sawamura.” 

“Hey Ken-” Tendou heard the phone being ripped from Hanamaki’s hand. 

“1673 tokoyomi st south.” Kenma said into the phone. 

“What?” Tendou asked. 

“1673 tokoyomi st south.” Kenma repeated. 

“Okay guess we will go there.” Kenma hung up after hearing Tendou say that. Kenma text the address from Hanamaki’s phone. 

Kenma turned off his computer glancing up at Hanamaki. 

“If the other three come back tell them I went to the guest room. Don’t follow me.” He said to Hanamaki.  

Hanamaki watched him walk down the distant hall confused. 

Back at Tendou’s group, they were now on their bikes riding to the address Kenma had supplied them. 

They arrived quickly as they got off their bikes. 

“Dude it’s a fucking cop bar.” Matsukawa said as they looked at the parked cruisers. 

“No fucking way are we going in there.” Terushima said. 

“Well you fucks aren’t. You are all covered in blood.” Tendou said. 

“What the fuck we going to do? Wait for this fucker to come out?” Matsukawa asked. 

“Fuck that!” Kyotani said as he reached into the seat of his bike and grabbed out a crow bar. “Move your shit over there and get him when he comes out.” Kyotani said. 

The other three drove their bikes and pulled up into a driveway no one was in. Kyotani hopped on his bike and started screaming as he swung his crow bar at the glass of the cars. The alarms all started one after another as the cops began to pile out. Kyotani sped through them and power slammed the one in the shin. 

“JUST TRY AND GET ME YOU FUCKS!” He yelled as he drove off. 

The guy on the ground told the others to go as he tried to stand up. The 6 police cars from the lot were off chasing Kyotani away. The other three drove over and hopped off their bikes by the officer on the ground. 

“Are you Sawamura?” Terushima asked. 

“Who’s asking?” He said as he looked up. “Oh fuck.” He said noticing now it was his old high school peers. 

“A better question is why the fuck do you know so much about us and why the fuck are you ratting on us you fuck!” Matsukawa said as he kicked him. 

“Please I will tell you what I know.” He said coughing. 

“What’s the catch?” Tendou asked. 

“You let me leave after we are done.” Tendou looked at the other two and then back to him. 

“If I think you are lying our words dead. So you better tell us the whole fucking truth asshat.” Tendou said. Daichi nodded in agreement. “So why the fuck you send a hit after our member?” 

“I was paid by someone. They gave me $50,000 to give a group of guys information. I took it selfishly and I knew you from high school. I know the Suna guy from my friend who goes to school with him so Kenma was the easiest target.” 

“Who paid you to tell those guys?” Terushima asked him. 

“I don’t know, they wired me the money and texted me.”  

“Give us the names and faces on the guys or even the location of the ones involved in the hit, and we will let you live.” Tendou said. Daichi pulled out his phone and wrote down their leader's number and handed it over to them. He didn’t say anything else as the others now heard sirens off in the distance. 

“You fucking dirty cop! You called the cops on us!” Matsukawa yelled as he kicked him again. Daichi coughed a bunch as the three hopped on their bikes and sped off down the side street nearby.  

A silver Toyota pulled up with a fake siren on the dash. The siren was turned off and pulled off the dash as Daichi pulled himself up inside the car. 

“Fuck dude, I could have died. What took you so long?” Daichi said to the driver. 

“Just had to tie up some loose ends with the boss. He was pretty amazed we knew them.” 

“Did you tell him how they took you to a park and beat the shit out of you after hijacking your date all those years ago Suga?” 

“Nah, I used to be a scared coward of those fucks, but now we are just as dangerous. It should be them who fears us and not the other way. They will be once we complete our plan.” He said with a laugh. 

“I’m not sure how you expect one of them to turn and spill shit man. They have been tight since highschool and the new members are just as fucked as the others.” Daichi said as Sugawara began to drive. 

“Don’t worry, I already have gotten one of them too.” 

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What do you think the OPM characters' guilty pleasures would be? I feel like Tatsu loves soap operas and Atomic Samurai secretly loves a really popular boy band, like SMAP

Thanks for your request, anon! Sorry this took me so long to get to, you were buried in my inbox lol. But I hope this was worth the wait because oh boy this required all 3 of my brain cells.

Tornado of Terror: As you said, soap operas. She also loves candy apples in canon. But...she also is a HUGE fan of those really cheesy Cosmopolitan magazines that have all of the personality quizzes and the “which hot male celeb would date you” scenarios. She doesn’t fall for it one bit. In fact, she hate reads those fuckers in the same way that people pay to go see bad movies. It’s fun.

Silverfang: Yoga and following along to some cheesy-ass 80s workout videos. I’ve said he likes yoga in a previous headcanon, but he also likes to exercise along to some obnoxious 80s pop while some dude in a leotard instructs him on what to do from a TV screen. He wears sweatbands and legwarmers, too. The whole shebang. He only does it when he’s alone, though. Sometimes he’ll try to teach yoga to his disciples as a way to help them decompress after a long training session, but his workout tapes are his best-kept secret.

Atomic Samurai: I don’t know what a SMAP is, but he’s definitely got some questionable music choices going on considering he’s... well, the way that he is. I’d say he likes to listen to old country, like Marty Robbins and Glen Campbell. It’s really funny because you’ve got this intimidating man from Japan (or a fictional universe basically set in Japan) with a badass katana and shit but inside that empty head of his, there’s just a faint “out in the west Texas town of El Paso....”

Child Emperor: Picking at scabs. He’s often on his knees fixing shit in his lab, and he probably gets burned all the damn time from playing around with lasers so he’s undoubtedly always has a wound healing somewhere. Whenever he’s working on something, he’ll just absentmindedly pick at his scabs. It’s a bad habit and he knows it, but nothing beats the feeling of peeling off an entire patch of that shit. So satisfying.

Metal Knight: Buying books. He doesn’t even read them. He just buys bigass novels with smart-sounding names to fill up his library because he thinks it’ll make his dick grow another three inches or some shit. One of the few things he likes in this world (besides homicide) is the smell of a new book. If he’s feeling particularly pissy, he’ll go into his library and just ssssssnnnnnnnnnniififfffffffffff. He spends an outrageous amount of money on it. If he has anyone over (which is unlikely, but hypothetically speaking) and they mention his library by asking something like “have you read all of these?” It’ll be one of the few times in his life that he’ll feel shame.

King: Reading and writing fanfiction based on his favorite video game/anime series. Nobody knows he does this except his small following online, of course. And even more so, nobody online knows he’s an ultra-popular S-Class hero who’s friends with the most powerful man on earth. He’s actually a pretty decent writer, he just doesn’t take himself too seriously so the plotline to his stories tend to get a little haywire and overly self-indulgent. Let him have his fun. He just wants to be a Sailor Scout.

Zombieman: Singing. He actually used to be a good singer (he sounded like a discount Steve Perry back in the day), but constant smoking really fucked up his voice. He might as well have lungs the size of grapes because he can’t carry a note for more than 2 seconds without wheezing like an accordion with asthma. He’s never sang in front of anyone before because he thinks it’s silly thing that isn’t worth showing off. Play anything from The Eagles though, and he’ll have a hard time resisting.

Drive Knight: He likes to open up panels in his arms and legs to play with the wires (basically a robot’s version of nerve endings, I’m assuming) just so he can feel something. It’s kind of sad because he doesn’t experience pain or the cold or being tickled... (I know what y’all are thinking and you’d better STOP). So he sometimes takes it upon himself to dick around with his insides and dip his toe into what it feels like to be human, even if it’s just for a little bit. He’s super secretive about it (he’s just secretive about everything, really) because he doesn’t want anyone to know that he desires something outside of being a weapon of mass destruction justice.

Pig God: His whole schtick is basically indulging in a guilty pleasure — pigging out on delicious food with no regard whatsoever for one’s overall health. Other than that, however, he does like to collect body pillows. There, I said it. All he fucking does is eat and he’s too much of a big boi to be going out 24/7, so he’s gotta be on the internet/watching anime/playing video games/reading manga during all of that downtime between his stints of doing hero work. His bed is fucking ginormous to handle all of that big boy-ness and on it, he has his body pillow nest. He rests on a throne made for kings. A true icon.

Superalloy Darkshine: Also working out along to some cheesy 80s exercise videos. His hero outfit was inspired from what those ravishing instructors would wear on the television. Well, it was supposed to be a full leotard but it ripped every time he flexed just a tiny bit so the speedo is the only thing that’s left. He’s gotta hella rhythm and keeps up with the music using little to no effort. Although, he can’t go too hard because he’s also a big boi and he’ll literally shake the entire building if he gets too turnt up. Dance muscle boy, dance.

Watchdog Man: Eating too many dog treats lol. Sometimes while he’s stationed on his little podium thing, visitors will leave him little offerings like dog treats and other miscellaneous food items/toys. He never takes them or eats them in front of people, but he often brings everything home with him after a long day just to gobble that shit up. He’s gained a little weight since he started doing it but you can’t even notice it because his suit is hella bulky. Some of it is due in part to stress-eating because being a dog and dude at the same time is hectic, but it’s honest work.

Flashy Flash: Racing shit. Whenever he’s on his travels during, say, assassination missions or hero work, he gets hella bored really quickly. So, to help with this, he’ll often race birds or planes flying in the sky on his way to his destination to see who’s quicker (it’s always him). Sometimes he’ll even play catch with himself by throwing a pine cone or something and running to the place he guesses it’ll land before it even touches the ground. He just does a ton of weird speedster shit whenever he’s bored and he’ll deny it if anyone asks.

Genos: Purposefully putting a little bit too much oil on his joints after each upgrade so he’ll be as slick as a salamander. It’s a really funny feeling to be able to move your limbs with little to no resistance without having to worry about popping or breaking anything. It just makes him feel so agile despite being like, a hunk of actual metal. If he wasn’t so uptight, he would loosen the screws in his fingers to he can bend them almost all the way back (he’s actually thought about it a few times), but both Dr. Kuseno and his 3 remaining braincells attested to that. He just likes to tinker around with his body and see what weird shit he can do. It’s a bad habit because it’s led to a few things being broken on multiple occasions.

Metal Bat: Zenko’s shitty pop music. Whenever he drops her off at school or piano practice, he’ll immediately go home and blast that shit on full volume (because he’s practically deaf from always jumping out of falling buildings and continuously blasting music in his earbuds) while doing chores and the like. He’s one of those people that HAVE to have something going on in the background as they’re getting shit done. He’d rather be caught dead than listening to the OPM equivalent of Taylor Swift because he knows Zenko would never let him live it down.

Tanktop Master: Wearing suits around the house when he’s not even going anywhere. He’s got to wear his tanktop 24/7 whenever he’s in public to keep up The Image (which he has no problem with, he genuinely loves the tanktop ideology) but he also needs to feel fancy every once and a while. So, if he happens to have the time while in between appearances, he’ll prance around in a suit tailored just for him. Because he’s so fucking huge that he had to pay someone a large sum to custom make an outfit that actually fits. He is 7-motherfucking-feet tall. 7.

Puri-Puri Prisoner: Making Valentine’s Day cards all times of the year. Listen, it gets boring as hell in prison. Sometimes the guards will let all of the inmates have a little glitter and glue to keep themselves busy because no harm can come of a little arts and crafts, right? He likes to make cards on the daily just to let all of his lovers know how much he appreciates them. If they express even the slightest amount of disdain for his creations, he’ll spent the next week crying in the darkest corner of his cell block. He also likes origami. Origami is huge in prison because it’s hella time-consuming and guaranteed to calm a busy mind. His favorite things to make are little unicorns.

Amai Mask: Bath bombs. There have been several mishaps in which he’s used a poorly-made bath bomb and came out of the tub looking like Shrek but he’s grown and lot since then, okay? After a long day or a particularly stressful concert, he’ll sink into some hot water and drop a ball of lavender-scented goodness in there. It’s become a bit of an addiction because he’s got multiple cabinets dedicated solely to his collection, but at least he always smells divine.

Iaian: Shakespearean dramas. Kama got him hooked on theater shit and he’s since ripped through all of the most well-known plays. He thinks in iambic pentameter. It wasn’t always noticeable since he’s a quiet, well-reserved guy but his fellow disciples and Kami have recently noticed that he’s developed a bit of a dramatic flair. Even worse, he’s started calling himself a knight whenever he puts on his armor. Everyone prays it’s just a phase but seeing as how stubborn Iaian is, that seeks highly unlikely. Kami is dying inside because he can’t handle another drama nerd.

Okamaitachi: Soap operas, like Tatsumaki. Kama is the most dramatic out of all of the disciples so it’s only natural that she’d like the most dramatic genre of any show out there. She doesn’t exactly watch them religiously though. She’s the type of viewer to drop off the face of the earth for three seasons and come back without knowing what the fuck is going on (because the disciples have limited access to cable due to Kami’s dumbassery and ignorance to anything technology-related), but still cry during the finale anyway because oh no these people are so hot and one of them is deaaaaaad and the other one is that person’s long-lost sister....

Bushidrill: Taking alcohol from Atomic Samurai’s stash every so often. Bushidrill knows what the good shit is and he could buy it himself if he wanted to, but why would he when there’s a perfectly good alcoholic to steal from living right down the hall? He only takes in small doses because, believe it or not—he’s smart, but Kami isn’t gonna notice regardless of whether or not Bushi takes 1 or 5 bottles at a time because the old shit couldn’t spot a purple raccoon if it was 3 feet in front of him. There have been times where Bushi has opened bottles of Kami’s alcohol right in front of him just to play God and he always, without missing a beat, says “Oh, we have the same taste. How neat.”

Fubuki: I’ve said this before in a previous headcanon, but she has a mild obsession with Victorian aesthetic. She’s got a small collection of semi-authentic ballgowns that cost upwards of a-fuckton-of-money each, but anything’s worth it to be able to play dress-up with Lily. Fubuki’s favorite thing is making Lily feel beautiful because everyone has been an insecure teenager at one point and she knows how it feels to not be comfortable in one’s own skin. This isn’t exactly a guilty pleasure because she’s not guilty about it, but it’s almost gotten to a point where an intervention is needed. She’s got so many damn dresses and sooooo much fine china....

Saitama: Retail therapy, lol. Saitama is only good at budgeting because he has no choice given how fucking poor he is, but give this boy even a little bit of leeway and he’ll buy the ugliest clothes (to which he thinks look poppin’) and the best meats without even batting an eye. His entire manga collection is the product of him having little to no self control the moment he realizes he’s got a bit of money to spend on himself. This is also the only time he’ll experiment with cooking because now he can actually afford to fuck up, literally.

Mumen Rider: Sweets! I’ve said this in a previous hc but he has a major sweet tooth. You can substitute salt for sugar in any given recipe and he’ll see it as a major improvement because he just goes absolutely buckwild for anything sweet. His pancreas is suffering, but he believes nothing feels better than curling up under the covers on a rainy day with a heaping helping of milk chocolate. The only thing that makes him feel better after getting beat to shit is a kiss on the cheek and box of his favorite cookies (and some bananas, lol).

Sonic: Like Flash, he also likes racing things. But, in addition to that, his guilty pleasure is doing his own hair in elaborate hairstyles (when it was longer). He’s pretty much homeless so he’s got a lot of time to himself in between murders. This is when you can find him sitting in the woods somewhere braiding flowers into his hair and tying it off with a moss ribbon. He’d never admit he does this because he’s a big macho man and he’d probably cry.

Garou: Spicy chips. I’ve said this before in a previous hc, but he absolutely inhales his food without even tasting it half the time so it’s not even like he gets to enjoy the flavor that much. He just likes the burn because he’s a shithead. He also doesn’t fear death or a torn-up asshole, so he’ll eat an entire family-sized bag of the OPM-universe equivalent to Takis without even batting an eye. He’s been beat to shit so many times that the agony that comes with downing so much spice is lost on him. He doesn’t even need water. It’s insane. Someone stop this madman at once.

[minimenace]

Felix live thoughts:

i still don’t get why gabriel, who is known to wear his ring, is polishing both his and emilie’s rings

nathalie smiling at gabe aww

WAIT DOES ADRIEN SHIP NATHALIE AND GABE???

WAVE WAVE

its been a year???

cat song from chat blanc

sitting together, bonding time??

gabriel: i need to tell adrien im hawk moth and its for the greater good - the greatest good id ever get - emilie’s ass

adrien: oh dad i know

gabe: wHAT??

adrien: yeah...you and nathalie  👀 im cool

gabe: YOU FUCKER DONT DISGRACE YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT

not that adrien knows his mom is even alive smh

gabe, you can’t expect your son to be all hopeful when there’s nothing he knows of to be hopeful for

gabe: bitch get ready cousin you is coming

1 year since emilie ‘went for cigarettes’

adrien: healing  😌

gabe: 

marinette’s first act as class president: class meeting!!!! (plus luka and kagami) we need to cure adrien of his depression

adrien is hallucinating his mom isn’t he

wait it’s his mom’s twin isn’t it

IT IS

amelie and emilie huh

gabe is not “NO get out”

grouch kitten time!!!

felix getting hugged: bitch...fine ok

so felix and adrien’s favorite game as kids was Parent Confusion huh

gabe: how dare you shake my hand

felix: how dare you not shake my hand

so gabemilie wedding rings were from her family

emilie’s maiden name was NOT agreste...bitch no im DYING with this headcanon

felix whats to know what the FUCK is up with kyle gabriel

marinette...no...do not tell your crush you’re in love with him when you’re trying to console him about his missing mom

ok slightly better

bitch you’re still recording

is this gonna be another copycat where marinette tries to get the phone to delete the message

wait this is LITERALLY another copycat

YES TIKKI GET ANGRY

“I’m really sorry I didn’t come to your dad’s funeral” OH BITCH NOW I GET WHY HE HATES YOU

explains why they’re wearing black

felix with bryce’s voice hits bad

he needs kousei arima...max mittelman...pLAGG

“you do everything your dad tells you to” “oh well yeah you know”

do do do do-dUUHN

adrien and felix used to challenge each other in chess...nerds

plagg: “you’re cousin is being sus BUT HE TOUCHED MY CHEESE THAT UNFORGIVABLE”

plagg: *points out adrien’s mother is* adrien: *gets sad* plagg: oh baby fuck im so sorry

felix i know adrien is complete dumbass but you cannot call him an idiot!!!

wait is felix gonna find out marinette is ladybug because she was recording for so long

wAIT IS FELIX GONNA TRY TO SET UP MARINETTE AND ADRIEN BY DRESSING UP AS ADRIEN AND SEDUCING LADYBUG SINCE MARINETTE IS SUPPOSEDLY LADYBUG

probably not lol

felix fuck you im the only one allowed to make fun of nino’s dudebro accent

felix bby youre not building a good case for yourself by making fun of my babies

also bryce is trying to do a lower voice and he just sounds dudebro

wait is felix gonna rip chloe a new one

YES felix and chloe knew each other

the one time chloe is being genuinely nice for no discernable reason and felix is like “fucker”

well with the season finale we know it doesn’t matter

...annoyinG

FUCK

marinette time bitch lets see what happens im scared

ok thats mean

the writers are trying very hard to make me hate felix but joke’s on them, i’ll never hate anyone on this show

no joke i used to hate theo and call him a pedo and now i’m like “aww poor baby”

wait where is theo i havent seen him around

ok he deleted the videos so immmmmmmmmm hmmm

felix getting ready to cause havoc

ok luka is kind of a joke

*strums guitar* im supportive. this is my personality.

i cant really be mad about felix sending that mean message but adrien deserves to be a feral kitty

fel-ien: i renounce all my friends y’alllll SUCK

me: ...

calls out chloe specifically: NO THATS MEAN but true

marinette: there’s no way adrien can be mean he’s an absolute...aNGEL (how does that meme go)

i mean she has a point because he’d never call chloe out like tHAT

lila spying for gabe seems to be a good thing but im concerned about what gabe will be doing with this video

oh ok they knew it was felix

nathalie: so uh...sir...now’s a good time to um...akumatize some vulnerable kids...

gabe: ok amelie lets see how you feel about THIS akuma attack

gabe getting people to go chase down your “son” is still going to inevitably hurt your son

im fairly certain that max and kim know marinette is ladybug at this point 

*announcer voice* and in the confusion, reflekta, lady wifi, and princess fragrance were deakumatized because they couldn’t figure out who to be mad at

WHICH ONE OF YOU IS THE FAKE ADRIEN they all shout. “idk what do you think” says adrien 1 to adrien 2

adrien: *starts acting all mean*

punishers: IT MUST BE HIM

nathalie: STOP IT ADRIEN

punishers: wait who

adrien: muwahauwah i wonder who I could BE AJAHAHAHA

felix: bro why the fuck are you covering for me

nathalie get your grove on

hawkie: bitches Y’ALL THAT FUCK ASS IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

felix: ha...no?

felix: oh well...KONO FELIX DA- LET’S FIGHT

istg if felix has his own miraculous

ladybug saves fel-ien

fel-ien: i love you

activates “smooch”

marinette: *has flashbacks to spook-drien* uhhh no

felix you’re being very menacing about this kiss

ok... i feel like marinette going “NO MEANS FUCKING NO” is a brownie points moment just the entire structure of the scene...also she has no reason to suspect adrien is not adrien, so the punching is just...intensely weird to me

this also feels like astruc trying to be like “FELIX IS THE OPPOSITE OF ADRIEN WHO IS A PERFECT GENTLEMAN AND RESPECTS WOMEN AND THEIR BOUNDARIES” when like um i dunno, adrien ALSO tries to kiss women (ladybug) without their consent but those moments are always treated as comedy so you’re not being very slick with this scene

side note; idk why when a male morally dark end character gets into a fight or something with a girl very one goes “THAT’S SEXIST”, like basically what you’re saying is “you can’t hit girls” which in itself IS sexist. everyone can be punched. don’t fucking hold back.

side note; you shouldn’t punch ANYONE

“You’re not Adrien, he would never be so pushy!” *looks at chat noir* uhhh....

i mean good deduction skills tho? i still think it’s pretty hastily and badly written

adrien is fucking OUTING his cousin lmao

i feel like there was pre-existing tension

felix: is actually ashamed for once

FELIX VISION

lb: great!!! now break the tablet felix: bitch this is some good fucking money i aint breaking it

felix and lila are the moth gang

hawk moth: why felix: uncle give me your fucking jewelry

felix: manipulate the situation...and profit

that has got to be the GREATEST defeat ever...truly lucky

felix looks like he thinks that he’s going to jail

adrien: dude wtf amelie: ...his dad- felix: no dude that was pretty fucked up, ill own up to it

“i hope to become a better person and see you again soon!” this was one concentrated bad incident but yeah ok

FELIX GOING FOR THE HUG

the tone is making me think this is supposed to be inauthentic and he doesn’t mean it but im hoping this isn’t the case.

but if it is genuine, it sounds like there’s a tacked on “learn to be better- from you” which like, yeah adrien is better than felix we get it but you don’t need to emphasis adrien as a model dude when he’s like tier 1 good guy. he’s decent. lmao.

wait felix has always been wearing a ring i didn’t notice

awww felix and gabriel made up.

wait

what even happened between them to begin with.

huh

adrien: aw sHIT CUZ WAIT gabe: nO DAVIC

adrien: if you need to talk in here felix: thanks

astruc: see he’s morally superior

did felix just gift adrien some expensive cheese lmao

felix: hey i feel bad, i replaced your cheese

adrien : *records message to thank everyone and says “i love you”* marinette: *obsessively plays back the “i love you”*

marinette: ill take what i can get

FELIX DID YOU UST FUCKING STEAL THIS MAN’S WEDDING RING I MEAN I KNOW HES MORALLY QUESTIONABLE IF NOT DESPICABLE BUT YOU’RE NOT MUCH BETTER YOU KNOW

so felix really is a magician huh

i feel like him and jean duparc would get along

oh so there’s history behind the rings?

“where it belongs” everyone hates gabe huh. wuh happened

gabe why are you taking your wife’s ring

it’s like he needs that thing to function

the ring: why you so obsessed with me

is it like an anti-nathalie charm or something

gabe: bitch get it together yOU’RE MARRIED, YOU’RE WIFE IS DOWNSTAIRS

the beef is, probably like all things, related to the miraculous

HAPPY END OF THE SEASON!!!!!!

[kittenshift-17]

👀 Howdy and Happy New Year uwu!👀

Happy New Year! This is an excerpt from one of my upcoming Houndrya fics (aged-up Arya and Aged-down Clegane). It’s called Snap and Snarl.

Sandor Clegane hated balls. Standing around in Court and guarding Prince Joffrey was bad enough at the best of times, but a collection of High Lords and Ladies all gathered together to forge alliances, or pick fights, or plan marriages was his idea of torture. And as someone who lived in constant pain from true torture in his youth, that was saying a lot.

Worst of all, tonight’s stupid party was all for the sake of marrying off the Stark Bitch. The Hound curled his lip as his eyes scanned the hall from the seclusion of his corner where he was already skins and skins deep into the finest Mereenish wine. Joffrey, having been forced to wed the Little Bird in wolf’s colors was grousing and whining about something or other to whoever he thought was most interesting in the room from a boyish perspective on knights and kings and war. Stupid cunt. Sandor was still surprised the little shit could tell the blade from the pommel of a sword, even though he’d been the one to drill it into the little cunt’s head.

Too much like Gregor, that one. Sandor would be long shot of him if it weren’t for an oath he’d taken and a lack of anywhere else more decent to go. Guarding the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms came with certain perks he wasn’t willing to part with so easily, including access to all the sour wine he could drink, fine quarters with a soft featherbed, and Gold Lions filling his pockets to be spent on whores and whatever else took his fancy. Even if it was boring as fuck.

“Sulking, dog?” Joffrey piped up, always willing to kick the mutt that guarded him if it might make the other little pricks laugh.

Sandor looked down at the young prince, though he was now a man grown, and smirked a little at the thought of what the cunt might do should his faithful Hound turn on him and rip his throat out. After some of the screams he’d heard from their shared bedchamber and the marks he’d seen on the Little Bird, Sandor knew he’d be doing the kingdom and its future queen a favor if he did.

“Ugly beast, isn’t he?” one of the Tyrell cunts said none-too-quietly, eyeing Sandor’s ruined face with disgust as though it was his first time witnessing such gruesome horror.

His fist clenched tighter around his tankard, but Sandor showed no other outward sign of imagining what it would be like cleaving the cunt’s head in two with his axe. You’d think that after a lifetime, they’d have all stopped staring quite so much at the burns marring his ugly face, but dumb cunts would always be dumb cunts, he supposed.

A cry of surprise followed by hissing whispers fell over the hall at that moment and the Hound tensed, his gaze searching for the threat that had set them all off.

Rage festered in his gut, turning the wine sour when he found it.

The Stark Bitch had arrived.

Sandor curled his lip like a mongrel dog, his angry eyes drinking in the sight of the bitch as she strode into the room on her father’s arm. By the gods, there was a woman who could match his rage tonight, Sandor thought, smirking a little as he traced his eyes over her. Jammed into a dressed that nipped her waist in and shoved her tits up onto display, she couldn’t have looked less like she wanted to be there had she carved the words ‘FUCK OFF’ into the skin of her forehead. She looked uncomfortable. She looked angry. She looked like she’d sooner kill every cunt in the room than spend a single second consorting with any of them.

Worse.

She looked like a fucking feast.

The Hound gripped his tankard tighter, drinking in the angry flush staining those pale tits a creamy shade of peach and the luscious curves she’d been hiding under her tunic and jerkin. Fuck, if every cunt in the room didn’t want to nail her to the throne and fuck her until she howled. His cock stirred in his britches and Sandor was thankful for the armoured uniform he wore that hid it from view.

Gods, but he hated her.

Feral little bitch, she bared her teeth, and gnashed her fangs at him every chance she got. She never cowered back from his terrible sneer, nor flinched when he spat the most vulgar and hateful things he could work into any conversation. She never backed down, never backed off, never gave him a fucking inch. He hated her. Since the day she’d set her wolf on Joff, and he’d hunted some bloody butcher’s boy, she’d wanted to shove a sword through his eye, and he’d wanted to wring her scrawny neck. Seventeen, she’d turned at her last name day. Just ten years his junior and growing more beautiful by the day.

But she hated it. He knew that much. He’d watched her enough to know that she’d hack those lusterless brown locks from her head and lop her tits right off if she thought it’d get her more than the life she was doomed to. Tonight, she might very well find herself betrothed to the richest fucking cripple in all the Seven Kingdoms. And she’d probably kill the cunt for it.

This one wasn’t made for silk gowns, and soft bairns and sweet songs.

This one was forged from ice, a flesh and blood wolf in human skin, ready to rip the throat out of any who crossed her. And it wasn’t so hard to cross her. Kill a bloody butcher’s boy, and she’d threaten to string you up by your innards, one day. Only his size and strength had stopped her, he reckoned, and one day even that might not be enough.

"Willas is a lucky man," a Tyrell sitting with Joff commented, eyeing the girl eagerly. "And when his bum-leg keeps him from fucking her properly, reckon I'll be there to see her right."

The shit eater grin on the cunt's face boiled Sandor's blood, but he didn't say a word.

"Ever thought of sampling both Stark sisters at once, your grace?" Another cunt asked Joff.

Joffrey rolled his eyes, much to Sandor's surprise.

"I'd sooner cut my cock off than lay a finger on that frigid cunt," Joffrey declared. "Icy bitch, more a Wildling than a highborn lady."

"She's timid?"

Joffrey laughed. "The opposite. She'd cut your throat in the night and be gone before they could find your corpse."

"Dangerous?"

"She thinks so," Joffrey answered, looking over at the Hound. "You've seen her ‘dancing lessons’, Dog. Is the Stark Bitch dangerous?"

More than you, cunt, Sandor thought cruelly.

"Only to herself," Sandor smirked instead. "And anyone who gets in her way."

"Really?" A Tyrell asked. "Have you ever been in her way, Hound? I've heard talk that she lashes out viciously at you."

"Every day," Joffrey complained. "Vulgar little bitch, she doesn't even flinch when he calls her a cunt or baits her about the traitor she loved."

No, she never flinched, Sandor thought, eyeing her as she was swept across the room and presented to the awkwardly standing heir to Highgarden. The bitch never flinched when he loomed, or barked, or growled. She sneered and snarled and bit at him as cruelly as any wolf. Among the roses of Highgarden, she would be a wicked frost and likely spell their doom.

She curtsied clumsily before the lord when he bowed and kissed the back of her hand, but the curl of her lip told a tale all its own. Sandor's brow furrowed when he caught the way she winced as she rose, and the rigid way she held herself, like she couldn't hardly draw breath.

Was she swooning for the bloody cripple? Or dying in her dress?

Sandor's eyes narrowed when she declined a seat, but greedily accepted a cup of red wine, and gulped it down. Her Father never released her arm as he introduced her around the room, and the Hound watched the girl gather lustful looks like a bitch in heat.

She never smiled. Her mouth often twitched in a mockery of one, but it didn't reach her eyes. As soon as her Father was drawn into discussion with the King, Arya Stark slipped away.

And unbidden, the Hound followed.

There were enough other guards about that he need not watch over the prince so closely, hence his heavy drinking, and no one batted an eye when he circled the festivities as lords and ladies danced. Probably thought he needed a piss. Wasn't a bad idea.

But first, he had a Wolf to bite.

When he found her, she was gasping, leaning against the stone wall of a darkened corridor far beyond the noise of the great hall and sounding like she was dying. Her hands clawed at her back, arms bent unnaturally, scrabbling for the ties.

"Pretty little Wolf, all dressed in sheep's clothing, eh?" He sneered, announcing his presence and stepping out of the dark.

He anticipated a snap about his own well-shined armor and freshly bleached white cloak. And the bitch left him wanting.

Only another rasping breath filled the hall, accompanied by the sound of fingernails scrabbling against silken ties.

"The fuck are you doing?" He asked, annoyed.

"Can't... breathe..." she choked out, turning toward him and by the light of a torch far behind him, he could see the wideness of her eyes and the angry flush of her cheeks. Her lips were turning white.

"For fucks sake," Sandor growled, lunging for her and yanking loose the ties of her gown, huge fingers pawing at the delicate silk until it hung loose.

Still, she gasped raggedly. Still, she clawed.

"Corset," she gasped out. "Under... the silk."

"They'll try to take my head for this," Sandor grunted, digging his fingers into the silk and yanking it apart to reveal a stiff and evil looking corset of brittle whale bone beneath.

He yanked at the ties, but the fuckers wouldn't budge, too delicate and slippery for his drink-clumsy hands.

"Cut it," Arya gasped when he swore.

He did. The blade of his dagger desiccated the nimble threads and the wolf-bitch groaned before inhaling a deep and greedy breath, slumping against the wall.

"For fucks sake, girl. Why the fuck you wearing it, if it might kill you?" He growled, spinning her to face him and watching the way she drew breath after breath, still without the energy for snarling in return.

"Mother's orders," she managed to grunt after an eternity when he shook her, demanding an answer. "To make me look like a Seven damned Lady."

"Not enough silk or wine in the world to make that happen," he sneered.

She shrugged her shoulders free of his grip, ignoring the jibe. Sandor watched as she leaned back against the wall, tipping her head back and closing her eyes as she breathed deeply. The move exposed the long, pale column of her throat and drew attention to the way her tits still sat shoved up toward the low neckline of her gown, offered to him like a glorious feast.

Sandor clenched his fist around the pommel of his sword, unable to tear his eyes away, and unable to deny the throb in his blood-heavy cock. Fuck, he hated her, but what he wouldn't give to drag his teeth across her jugular. He could just imagine how she would whine like a bitch in heat, unafraid to claw him to bits in return.

Fuck.

He couldn't stand it. Growling under his breath, the Hound turned away. She wasn't his to devour, no matter how glorious the fight to the death might prove. His blood pounded in his ears as he began to stomp away, but her low voice called him back.

"Wait..." she said. "I... could you re-lace my gown? I can't reach them on my own..."

Sandor turned back, and he saw the shock register in her eyes at whatever evil lust glinted in his glare.

"Do I look like a fucking handmaid?" He snarled.

"You look like a man who doesn't want to be found out for unlacing the dress of the Hand of the King at what may prove to be her betrothal feast."

Fuck. The bitch had him there. Sending for a maid would be admitting to unlacing her to begin with.

Growling again, he stomped back, roughly grabbing her and shoving her face-first against the wall. She grunted at the impact, and started to turn back, all too willing to slug him one for the attack, but Sandor pinned her cheek against the stone with one huge hand on the back of her head.

"Hold still," he growled when she tensed, before his fingers grasped the thin ties of the gown and yanked them tight.

She gasped when he pulled too hard and Sandor cursed again, loosening them again before jerking them into a quick knot. When he was done, he stepped back quickly, pulling his hands away before he could smooth his palms over her corset-forged curves like his cock was begging of him. The last thing he needed was the trouble that would follow a mistake like that. It had been risky enough following her. No matter the way his cock twitched for her or any other highborn lady, he was just a dog from a lower house. She wasn’t meant for the likes of him. Hells, no one was meant for the likes of him, miserable fucking shit that he was.

Stomping back in the direction of the feast before he could do something that he’d regret – or, more likely, something Lord Stark would make him regret when the little birds and spiders haunting every corner of the city spotted him and reported to someone more important – Sandor turned away from the girl, intent on drowning the stiffness of his cock in enough wine to wilt the fucker.

[littlemessyjessi]

“Feeling Stabby”: Connor Slaughter (Wolves) Imagine

Connor Slaughter Imagine Fall Imagines Connor Slaughter x Reader

Imagine carving pumpkins (pumpkin carving contest) with Connor...

If you were being honest...you wanted to slap Angel right about now.

Seconded only by your desire to choke Cayden.

Why?

Because those two shits had decided to stick you and Connor Slaughter together.

Explanations you say?

Well, after all the bullshit between Connor, Cayden and Angel and the whole kit and caboodle....they'd somehow managed to make peace between them.

Cayden and Connor were trying to have some kind of decent father-son relationship and hell, Cayden and Angel got on your damn nerves because they fucked like bunnies every chance they got.

It awkward as hell.

Oh, who am I kidding?

It was just fucking weird.

See, Connor had had a thing for you for a very long time.

And he hadn't exactly kept it a secret but you'd shut his ass down so fast and hard that he just backed off.

You were an aggressive little fucker with a big mouth, short temper and a tendency to stab if someone got a little too close for your liking.

Connor knew that had to be a big part of why he liked you so much.

You had fire and grit...and for someone like him...that was attractive.

So naturally, you were just unimaginably radiant to him as you sat there like an irritable little badger.

You did more ripping and stabbing to your pumpkin than you did gutting and carving...but that was alright by him.

He could feel the heat radiating off your skin in irritation from where he sat and he nearly choked to death just trying to keep down his laughter as you grumbled to yourself.

"Pumpkin carving....stupid....ridiculous tradition...fucking awkward bunnies...stupid oaf...stupid pumpkins....stupid Angel....stupid Cayden...stupid me." you grumbled as you lost your temper and promptly stabbed your pumpkin about five times in it's 'face' repeatedly.

Seeing your gritted teeth and pinched face made Connor finally lose his cool and he broke into a fit of laughter.

"Hey!" you said looking up at him with a furrowed brow and a knife thrust in his direction.  "You shut it, Slaughter! Or I'll gut you..."

With another grumble you stabbed your poor excuse of a jack - o - lantern right through the top.

"Poor Jack." Connor chuckled and you just yanked the knife out again and swept it off to the side to make room for your next victim.

"Why did I have to come to this little 'family' outing?" you grumbled, stabbing your next pumpkin with enough ferocity that the woman next to you actually moved over some.

"Oh, relax." you said. "It's a pumpkin carvin contest.  If you didn't want pumpkin guts on your precious shirt you shouldn't have worn it."

"I don't think it's pumpkin guts she's afraid of, sugar." Connor chuckled again.

You glanced at her and offered a hollow sorry before 'carving' a little less enthusiastically.

"And I think they made you come as a favor to me." he said, keeping his eyes on his carving instead of meeting your accusatory glance.

"I will use this." you threatened.

"Oh, calm down." he said.  "It was their idea.  Not mine."

"Yet I see you did not object." You said pointedly.

He glanced up at you, those vivid eyes of his dancing in the light.  

"No, I didn't." he said.

"Why?" you questioned.

"You know why." he counted. "Look, I've never beat around the bush about this with you.  I like you and you know it."

"Yeah, so?" you quipped.  

"So, nothing." he said with a shrug.  

"If it's nothing, then why am I being carted off to some fall festival and miraculously paired up with you for every. single. activity? you said lightly stabbing the pumpkin with the last three words.

"Because they're young." he said simply.  "They'll learn that romantic movies with happen chance circumstances don't change if one party doesn't like the other."

"I never said I didn't like you...." you grumbled....in addition to more stabbing of the pumpkin.

Honestly, just poor pumpkin.

Connor's eyes snapped up, "Excuse me? What? You've tried to stabbed me on more than one occasion."

"Tried?" you narrowed your eyes. "I've suceeded a few of those times actually."

"Uh, yeah, I know.  I'm the one with the scars." he said. "No one appreciates those little wolfsbane dips you do."

The mention of your blade coat and soaking agent brought an evil smirk to your face.

"Don't be a pussy." you said.  "I knew it wouldn't kill you and you'd heal fast.  You always do."

"It still fucking hurt." he said in disbelief and some irritation.

"Well, I had to test it somehow." you said shrugging your shoulders.   "There aren't exactly very many pure breeds around here, Connor and if I'd stabbed someone else I might've killed them."

Connor just stared at you for a second.

You'd pissed him off, made him say something filthy to you and stabbed him solely for the purpose of testing out a new invention of yours.

Hell, if he wasn't so impressed he'd probably tear your damn head off.

Well, that and the fact that he loved you.

"Ok, so putting the topic of you stabbing me in the name of science for a just a second and you can bet your ass that we'll definitely be back to that....let's return to the original narrative." he said.

He moved both of the pumpkins over, took the knife away from you and took your hands.

"Do you have feelings for me?"

"Define feelings." you countered...squirming like the little worm you were being at the moment.

He leveled you with an unholy glare.

"I FEEL very irritated that you took my knife away..." you trailed off.

"Y/N."

"I feel very stabby."

"Y/N."

"I FEEL slightly enraged with Angel and Cayden because they are no where in sight and I feel like they've slunk off to be whores together again.  Fucking bunnies...I swear to..."

"Y/N."

"I FEEL like I need to stab something again but I also FEEL angry because you took my knife!"

And with that statement you grabbed your scooping spoon and tried to stab his arms.

Connor's face was the epitome of done as he simple pulled your ass over the table, threw you over his shoulder and headed for less distractions.

"I'm FEELING very angry!" you said trying in vain to pummel him to death.

He eventually threw your ass in the bed of his truck, blocked your exits, pulled a bottle of water from the ice chest in the back and set it down in front of you.

"Are you ok?"

His sudden question threw you.

"You're getting skittish and excited." He pointed out.  "I figure it's because you're over stimulated and you need some air.  It's impossible to get anything out of you when you're like that."

"How did you know that?" you snapped though it was all bark and no bite.

Connor sat down on the gate of the truck and looked over at you.

"Honey, I've been in love with you for a long time."  he said. "If I don't know anything else....I know you."

"That sounded very Edward Cullen of you." you said.

He rolled his eyes at your smart mouth.

"Now tell me." he said.  "Do you have feelings for me or not?"

"I feel..."

"Don't start beating around the bush."

You threw the water at him, "Let me fucking talk!"

He stared at you for a moment and for a second, you wondered if you'd maybe pushed his final button.

"I feel...very strongly for you.   I don't really know which direction it is in at the moment.  I'll try to keep you posted." you said.  "But...I feel like I like the deer meat that's the freezer at the moment and how it makes me feel taken care of."

Connor actually couldn't meet your eyes at that moment.

"I know you're the one who brings the kills from your hunts, Connor." you pointed out and damn if there wasn't a little rosyness to his neck at that comment. "No one else around here will make a move towards me or retaliate even if I initiate because they know you like me."

Nothing was said.

"I feel very safe around you despite the danger that seems to follow you." you said.  "You're only wolf I know who would repeatedly let me stab them when I know you could easily take my head off without blinking. Sidenote...neither Cayden or Angel takes very well to that."

Connor snorted at your mouth....a welcome breather to the heavy topic.

"Who would take well to being stabbed, sweetheart?" he said.

You shrugged, "I didn't realize everyone was such delicate creatures."

He just chuckled.

"Honestly, Connor, like I said- I don't really know how I feel right now.  I don't dislike you but I don't know that I'm just ready for romance or anything either." you admitted.  

Connor was about to tell you that you could take all the time in the world.

But you opened your damn mouth again...

"I mean, I certainly wouldn't mind having you in my bed." you said.  "Or on the couch...or the floor... or hey, are the safety brakes on in this thing?"

Connor fell back against the side of the truck laughing his ass off.

Only you.

You took advantage of the moment and sidled up next him.

Both of your backs pressed against the truck, legs stretched out in front of you both and sides pressed together.

"Maybe I like you a little." you admitted.

"Ok." Connor said when he'd finally sobered up.  "I can work with a little."

"And maybe I want to be a little physical with you." you said.

"Ok, I can definitely get behind that." he said.

You slowly took his massive hand in yours and pulled it over to rest on your thigh.

"I'm weird so-"

"Yeah, I got that much."

You pounded your fist on his hand and squeezed it in momentary anger.

"I wasn't finished."  you said. "As I was saying, I'm weird and I get a little odd about a bunch of PDA and I know you like that...but maybe just like gimme some time to get used to it?"

Connor didn't say anything and just brought your entwined fingers up to his lips for a little kiss.

"Sweetheart, take your time." he said.  "I'm perfectly fine to sit here like this."

A few beats of silence passed.

"Though I'll admit I'm not opposed to the whole truck bed notion." he said.

An absolutely evil grinned ripped across your face and he let you pull him over until he was flat on his back.

You hopped up to sit on his waist and he let you play out your 'dominance' display.

"I got some rules." you said.  "One, I really just wanna make out right now."

"Ok, done." he said. "Next?"

"I feel like you should lose that shirt of yours.  You look awfully overheated. Poor Connor." you said and he smirked before removing said article of clothing.

"Three." you said. "I'm hungry now.  I'm telling you this because when I've had my way with you and it's all done....I'll be starving.  So I'm going to want to eat.   We're going to need to plan for food....immediately after."

"Steakhouse?" he offered.

"Deal." you said.

And that my friends is how Connor Slaughter's truck rocked so hard that it flipped.

To this day, he won't get rid of it because he swears every dent was worth it.

Heeeeeeeeey, smoochies!!! I hope you enjoyed this imagine with the ever smexy Connor!  I loved writing with this fiesty reader insert! She was such fun!  Random, rage-y and really cute, lol.  If you liked it please be sure to let me know in the comment section!  If you want to see more like it please tell me!  Happy Reading!!!  

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Love, Kenny

[littlestartemis]

I have nothing better to do so I’ve decided to ramble my opinions on all of the pokemon rivals in sequential order. Under the cut cause I intend to go into detail on these.

Blue

This kid is a mixed bag for me. Part of his problem is that he just suffers from being a generation 1 character, which means only having one character trait apparently. Yes, he’s a jerk, the first ever jerk rival, and people love that, but being a jerk without nuance just makes you... loathsome. Even some of the weaker rivals, I still had these surprised moments of joy when my gameplay was halted to duke it out with them. With Blue? He’s the only one I ever uttered a groan at. “Oh good, this fucker has to waste me time and make me backtrack to a pokemon center to patch myself up before moving on.” The most insufferable thing about him is that no matter what, no matter how many times you put him in the dirt, he’s always convinced he’s so much better than you...

Until later games. It’s never stated what happened. If he had some self reflection, if Oak sat him down and told him to grow the fuck up, or what. But the next time we see him in the generation 2 games and onward, he’s still got this aura of smug confidence about him, but he seems more matured despite it. Like yeah, he’s hot shit, but you can be too if you work hard enough, maybe even almost as good as him. And while I love all of that for his character, that all comes after the fact. So as it stands, the Rival Blue, is lackluster, annoying, a headache, and undeserving of such a good fucking champion theme. Also the bitch has no unique rival battle theme unlike literally anyone else.

I’m also going to go into their music, though not nearly as much as their character.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5s4VYC9xR4

There are so many official variations and remixes and retoolings of the Kanto Champion theme that picking the “Best One” would be a practice in futility I think, so I just picked one of the better ones. What I have to say applies to pretty much all of them. And goodness, while I think Blue is a lukewarm rival it’s no wonder why this track has stood the test of time. Normally champion themes are in one of two categories, at least for me. The buildup themes, or the 0-100 themes. Some of them take some time to get there, to make you sweat a little as you realize who you’re dealing with, and some of them just kick down the door and GO. Blue’s theme though is interesting in that it kind of does both. It’s powerful, it’s oppressive in its composition and instrumentation, but there is just the tiniest buildup right after the bombastic kick off. I love it, it’s a strong theme with no real weaknesses.

5/10 rival, 8/10 character and theme

Silver

I think there was a time where if you asked around communities who long time player’s favorite rival was, a good majority would probably say Silver, and for good reason. He was another jerk rival, but with that fun little word I used before; nuance. He was mean, but rather than very deliberately being rude to you, it seemed more like he had other plans that you just happened to keep standing in the way of. He had a goal and he was going to accomplish it. And what was that? Curb stomping anybody brave or stupid enough to traipse around in a black and red uniform. This kid had a clear cut vendetta against team rocket, but instead of making him your ally with a goal like that, it set you as his obstacle every victory for you was one less for him, one less distraught rocket face he would get to see. And we even find out later why, and it’s fascinating. Giovanni’s kid? That’s utterly unique, and it really puts his hatred of team rocket and the idea of finding strength in others into a perspective you can really understand. Not to mention, there’s a bit of storytelling through gameplay with Silver that I’m sure most veteran pokemon fans know. So, he gets a Zubat on his team. Cool, right, edgy bat fits with the edgy tween. But at the very end of the game, when he’s been beaten time and time again and forced to confront why he isn’t strong enough, he realizes it’s because he’s been thinking only of his own strength, and not how much stronger his pokemon could be if they had his genuine care and support. And lo and behold, in his postgame battles, he’s got a proud, fully evolved Crobat on his team, which can only evolve with strong friendship. That’s good shit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZAV8mJY_Qs

For some reason it was kinda tough finding a decent rip of his theme. Ah well, this is easily one of the coolest rival themes. Much like Blue’s champ theme, it has this sort of oppressive energy about it, as if Silver isn’t even looking down on you, he’s just waiting to crush you and be on his way. He’s a fucking bad dude, and he’ll snuff you out however he can if it means he can get his shit done. 

9/10 rival and theme

Brendan and May

This pair of nerds. They’re... interesting. I do feel like they get a worse rap from folks since they were the first friendly rivals and the ones to start the trend, and truthfully I have nothing against the idea of having friendlier rivals. If every rival was an asshole it would get really stale really fast. These two though... Well, there’s just not much to them. In the rival role, they’re Professor Birch’s kid, which is basically their entire motivation for going on a pokemon journey to start with. A glorified favor/errand to fill out the dex cause they just happen to have easy access to one. Us being around is purely incidental, and I’m pretty sure the only reason they initially have an interest in us is because we’re Norman’s kid, a gym leader’s kid (dark shoutout to Brendan for throwing some nice 2002 sexism in his introduction with “Oh, you’re a girl? When I’d heard our neighbor was a gym leader’s kid, I was kind of hoping you’d be a boy.”) They get some extra significance in ORAS, which is much needed, having them around for a few Team Aqua/Magma encounters and even one last hurrah battle after you become champ to make up for throwing in the towel like a bitch after Lillycove. I don’t have much nice to say about them, but that’s mostly because I don’t have much to say about them, and what’s there is just... there. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rP0OXxc-zk

I’m not sorry. So, with our first friendly rival is our first more chipper rival theme. And truthfully, I like it! It’s very high energy, and has this twinge of suspense partway through to remind you that they have a wailmer you son of a bitch and you will respect the shit out of it under the cycling road. It’s bouncy, it’s fun, and it still has just the edge it really needs to be a proper battle theme I think.

4/10 rivals, 6/10 theme

Wally

And possibly the reason Brendand and May are so Just There. Wally. Now, I’ll say up front, I have a massive Gardevoir/Gallade bias, they’re my absolute favorite pokemon of all time, so having a rival character themed entirely around the pokemon family? Yeah that gets some free points from me. But earnestly, even without that, for as little as he appears he really is the true rival of the game. It’s a short story, but one you can rally behind. This sickly kid who isn’t even capable of catching his first pokemon without supervision and has to move to a small town with clean air just to like, function properly. But with dreams of becoming a pokemon trainer. He has the knowhow, he downloads apps he can use and study, he’s done the research beforehand for what all he needs to know, and after we set him straight in Mauville, he goes on his own journey separate from our’s. And when we see him again... what a god damn transformation (how do you become a badass by just unbuttoning your shirt). He really did it, he worked his ass off, and he made it to the pokemon league, he got a fucking mega stone - two mega stones actually since he gives you one - and he isn’t that same weak kid from the start of the game. He’s your equal, and you will respect him, if not for his power, then by the effort he had to put in to get to where he is now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_CiTJJg5_s

Why is this song so short. Powerful, resolute, triumphant, and 40 seconds long what the fuck. Length aside, this is the song Wally absolutely deserves, without question. I can’t express it anymore than in those few words. It’s the theme of perseverance, and the strength you can attain by never giving up.

8/10 rival, 9/10 theme

Barry

What a perfect bundle of energy. Barry is another friendly rival, but not just because he’s nice or something. No, he’s your friend, your childhood friend, and he treats you like it. He’s nice and is clearly happy to go on this adventure with you, but he also slams into you without saying sorry or feeling like he really needs to, and threatens to fine you billions of dollars if you’re late for your super important meeting on the outskirts of town. He is fucking chaotic dumbass personified, with such brilliant strategies as “run through the grass so fast the wild pokemon can’t catch us”, “let’s say thanks to the professor for giving us these novice pokemon by catching a legendary pokemon”, and “here’s the perfect foolproof winning strategy: never miss and never get hit, you’ll win every battle gauranteed”. And god dammit if he isn’t endearing for it. He’s your best friend, and has your best interests at heart, going so far as to take the fall with Rowan when he thinks his dumbass plan might lose you both the chance to get your first pokemon. But, he also wants you to be damn sure that the next time you see him he will be stronger, and he will beat you, and he will be the champion first, and is that one of those walls you put your face in to take a funny picture holy shit check it out I’m a croagunk haha. If you don’t like Barry, you’re taking the games too seriously, and I suggest you get in touch with your inner child because they’re probably starved for fun characters in your media.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hv8g5u55QFA

Did I say high energy because I meant high energy. A battle theme for the sugar high in all of us, he’s just so fucking excited to battle you again. Much like Brendan and May, there’s the tiniest hint of suspense later in the song, but it’s much shorter and less pronounced here. Because it’s not so much a battle with much at stake so much as two best friends having a good old fashioned round against one another for shits and giggles.

9/10 rival, 7/10 theme

Cheren and Bianca

If you had asked me a month ago what I thought of these two I don’t think I’d have had much good to say. Or... much to say at all, for that matter. For reasons that are very unclear to me now, generation 5 didn’t stick with me like others, and that’s actually kind of upsetting since I just recently finished playing through White version again. And boy, do these two have character in spades. 

I’ll start with Cheren. Cheren is great, because he’s actually almost a jerk rival, and I get the feeling if you weren’t supposed to be prior long time friends he actually would be. He’s very cool and calculating, and not too shy about getting pissy with each loss. He’s happy to lend you a hand, giving you tips, items he’s found that might be helpful, and fighting beside you against Team Plasma at a few turns. Something that stuck out to me was how nearly every rival battle was punctuated by “We both have the same number of badges now, so we should be on equal footing. Let’s put that to the test.” And each time, he’s not just being mad that he lost and then storming off, he’s very outwardly trying to deconstruct why he’s losing. You could almost picture him with charts and tables out, nose buried in his X-Transceiver screen between destinations, absolutely sure he missed some key strategy you used or that he simply overlooked. He’s very much the “power for the sake of power” rival at the start of the game, until the champion and the events with Team Plasma force him to confront his own flawed, short sighted goals. He can’t just Be Strong, he needs a reason for that, and that reason is ultimately protecting not just people important to him, but everyone. And that is just. So god damn cool. It extends to his eventual teaching role. Not only will he get stronger on his own, but he’ll teach others to be stronger, and in turn they’ll protect others too, and so on. And I think that’s perfect character motivation through and through.

Now Bianca. Oh man, do I love Bianca. She’s somehow the living version of if you perfectly spliced an introvert and an extrovert. She’s charming, outgoing, friendly, encouraging, and... also very shy, humble, not one to speak up most of the time. At least at first. And it’s such a tiny, blink and you miss it character trait, but every time she looses she needs like a full five seconds to hide her face under her hat before speaking again. Losing to you time and again does get to her, but she’ll be damned if she lets that deter you and your progress. It’s not your fault she lost, it’s her’s for not being stronger, and she ultimately realizes it’s because while she’s enjoyed raising pokemon and going on this journey, battling just isn’t where her heart is. But she still went on the journey, and fought to go on it, arguing against her father’s wishes for her to return home, and fighting by your side however she can through the debacle spreading over the region. She learns to stand up for herself and what she wants when she actually wants it, and even though in the end she might have been good enough to challenge the league if she kept at it, she realized it wasn’t for her, and that’s still ok. 

I don’t have much to add on regarding Cheren and Bianca’s roles in B2W2, beyond that it’s such a delight seeing them both realize their true purpose and being really happy with where they’ve wound up. Also I love their new looks.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Yr5Taoyalo

Their theme invokes the same sort of feeling as Barry’s in the sense that this is less about beating the other person and more about two friends having a good time with some friendly competition. Any sense of suspense is almost nonexistent, and the fun factor has been cranked up. It’s bubbly, it’s cheery, and it never really lets up, and while I do think that makes it kind of weak as a theme representing both of them, it makes for a fun song.

9/10 rivals, 6/10 theme

N

So like, I know BW/B2W2 are older games, but, spoilers for plot stuff.

I’ve heard a lot of arguments regarding whether N even counts as a rival instead of an antagonist outright, but I personally think he’s meant to be the rivalry edge to make up for Cheren and Bianca being so buddy buddy, like they were trying to address the friendly rival complaints after the last two games. And N is certainly a fascinating beast (hah), being very intentionally directly designed to be the dark antithesis to the standard pokemon protagonist character. The protagonist doesn’t speak at all, he speaks too quickly. The protagonist’s goal is very vague and broad, simply being “the best”, while N’s is powerfully stubborn and full of conviction. And of course it’s right there in the design, he’s even got the hat. N is also a very tragic character, intentionally raised and taught from childhood all for the purpose of being Ghetsis’ perfect tool towards world domination. He can literally speak with pokemon, he doesn’t get people, and interestingly up until the final battle in the game, he exclusively catches and uses local pokemon when you meet him, presumably releasing them once his friends have helped him test your own resolve. Team Plasma eventually splits into two factions in B2W2, those who truly believed in their ideals, that what they were trying to do was create a better world for people and pokemon alike, and those who were just using it as an excuse to be cruel dickbags and steal pokemon. If Ghetsis is the later, N is the former. This isn’t an evil plot for him, he isn’t some wicked mastermind working behind the shadows, he’s very clear cut and up front with you about what he’s doing, why he’s doing it, he even basically says “hey I could be wrong, I’m like 90% sure you’re also a hero so prove it and show me who’s intentions are more pure.” I love this guy, and I’m genuinely happy he ends up just living a happy life with his pet dragon wolf friend by the end of B2W2.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0ajBL15Knk

N’s theme is a weird one for me. I genuinely don’t enjoy the composition, but I can’t deny that it’s pretty perfect for him. This intentionally twisted idealist seeking all of the best things in all the wrong ways. It’s dark, fast paced, foreboding, and the ticking clock in this final version really sells that he won’t back down on creating what he truly believes to be a perfect world if you don’t get him to listen to reason. In short, wonderfully thematic, just not for me.

9/10 rival 5/10 theme

Hugh

I’ll be up front, I’m very overdo for a replaying of B2W2, so my recollection of Hugh is a bit foggy. That said, I do recall liking him. He’s high energy, but he also has a better handle on knowing how to direct said energy. Much like Silver before him, he’s very goal oriented and with a vendetta to work through, but rather than seeing your presence as an obstacle, you’re a trusted friend and ally, anything to make stomping out Plasma that much easier, and what better way to fight crime than with a friend at your side. I recall he had a habit of lashing out at strangers for being inattentive of their pokemon since his little sister’s purrloin got stolen (irony) by Plasma, but it comes from a place of good, so you can kinda get it. He’s well meaning, head strong, and a bit of a hot head, and while I need to reacquaint myself with him, I remember liking him alright if nothing else.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZDEr6_xzsM

Shockingly, his theme is a bit more subdued in terms of your average battle theme. It’s got a bit of an edge to it, and I love the shit out of those drums, but it still has that friendly ring to it. Oddly, it gives me more of a megaman vibe than anything pokemon. And trust me, that’s not a bad thing. Just a very strange song altogether though.

6/10 rival and theme, subject to change

Serena and Calem

I don’t recall how much of this is true for Serena, but I do seem to recall the two actually having somewhat different personalities. And Calem borrows a bit from what I liked about Cheren. He’s still being buddy buddy with you, but as each loss piles on, he starts to get more and more outwardly frustrated with himself over them. What’s he doing wrong? You’re supposed to be at the same level as one another, why can’t he pull out just one win? And he’s slightly less apologetic about it, so he is a bit of what I described with “what if Cheren was still your rival but not your childhood friend”. I want to say that Sarena is much the same, but it’s simply been far too long, and for what good points they’ve got even after two full playthroughs, they just... don’t bring much to the table, much like similar rivals before them Brendan and May. And man, speaking of not bringing much to the table...

The Friend Gang

Mmmm... let’s start with what I like about them. Because earnestly, there is an aspect about Tierno, Trevor, and Shauna (respectively) that I like. For all of our rivals up until now, you’ve had roughly the same goal. To conquer all 8 gyms, defeat the elite four and champion, become the champion yourself, and maybe save the world if you happen to be in the area at the time. And you know, world of pokemon, that makes sense it’s all well and good. But like, some people run businesses. Some people drive taxis, some are singers, some are artists, some are scientists, not everybody wants to be a world class ace trainer. And, neither do these three. Tierno is interested in dance, and seems to want to go out there just to see new moves and techniques to incorporate them into dance moves. Trevor is actually interested in and invested in filling out every shred of information in the pokedex, which is refreshing since you know, we usually get as far as like maybe 50 pokemon tops before just calling it quits. And Shauna, I’ll admit I don’t recall much of her, but I seem to remember her going out on her journey much for the same reason Bianca did. Do figure out what she actually wants to do in the first place. Unlike Bianca though, she never really finds it I don’t think. So, they’re trainers, but with their own unique goals in mind. That’s cool! ... and it’s also all there is to them. They’re extremely one note most of the time, and regrettably very forgettable. Calling them rivals at all honestly feels kinda generous. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73UoF45hBVQ

Imma be real with you chiefs, I’ve been listening to like every other Gen 6 song except this one while writing this. This could have easily just been the generic trainer battle theme in any other region, which... after my analysis, I’ll admit, kinda makes sense. These aren’t ace trainers or anything, they’re just... some friendly peeps doing their own shit who happen to know how to battle too. But, thematics doesn’t save a song on it’s own.

3/10 rivals and song

Hau

Hau is just... god damned precious. He’s loose, he’s chill, he’s excitable, but not always excited, and happy to go with the flow on things. He’s not your childhood friend, but he acts like that just means he’s got lost time to make up for once he gets to know you, more than happy to offer you up snacks and whatnot. He’s a fast and loyal friend, and surprisingly one with his own goal in mind that actually kind of weighs on him in the background. He’s the grandson of the island Kahuna, Hala, which means he’s eventually supposed to take that role from the old man. And that’s a huge responsibility for a kid who just wants to enjoy the sun and malasadas. But, it’s one he wants to live up to earnestly, and he’s willing to work towards. He just has a little trouble working past that initial fear of “how can I possibly be as good a kahuna as my grandpa”. Plus, once he makes a friend, he’ll fight for em, eagerly and happily going along with you to the Aether Resort when he finds out Lillie’s in trouble. Rain or shine, Hau’s got your back, and is easily one of the best friendly rivals to date if you asked me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4BYcMPXxJrg

This one reminds me a lot of Cheren and Bianca’s theme but this time it’s a lot more fitting. It’s a fun and silly time, whoever loses doesn’t matter, so long as everyone’s having a good time! A bit of a boring song, but perfectly befitting the character, so it gets a bit of a pass.

8/10 rival, 6/10 theme

Gladion

I would say “who hurt you”, but we have the answer to that question, and it really helps propel Gladion and indeed the entire Aether family to the heights of “well written pokemon characters”. But, we’ll stick with just Gladion here. When we first meet him he’s just another skull flunky, but even then not really. For as pathetic as the skull grunts are (I love all of you but you’re so bad), even they make fun of him. He’s a nothing to nobody who has nobody, nobody but him and his weird dog. He is so much the rebellious tween but dammit if he doesn’t have a good reason with how horrible and abusive Lusamine became after her awry experiments with ultra space. He took their experimental pokemon for his own, ran away, and never looked back, just trying to live a happy life as best he can with Type: Null. He’s very hardened, and clearly not looking to go make any relationships, but eventually he does warm up to you at minimum as someone he can trust in battle, and by the end of the game someone he can see as an equal and maybe even friend. Really, calling him a rival is a bit off. He has no real beef with you or your journey, most of the time it seems like he’s just fighting you because he’s in a bad mood. But he’s a young man who’s been hurt badly, and wants to keep others from feeling that same kind of hurt, and obviously if he’s nice and strong then nobody can ever stop him from keeping himself and the people he cares about safe. The friendliest of jerk rivals who deserves the utmost care and protection.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDLj143lxVk

How to make a good battle theme: Step 1, slap bass. Step 2, there is no step 2. Jokes aside, I love this shit. It is utterly not in line with what you normally expect from a pokemon theme, and that kinda makes it work really well. It’s wild, it’s strong, and it denotes a kind of complexity to its energy. Not jaw dropping, but just a great slap.

8/10 rival and theme

[dat-town]

Destined to fall | scene v.

Characters: Taehyung & You

Setting: fallen angel au, reincarnation au, historical au

Genre: angst

Warnings: character death, lots of violence since it’s set during WWII

Summary: Your love story is a tragedy written with blood throughout the centuries.

Words: 5.4k

Chapter index

SCENE V. RULE THE UNDERWORLD Kobe, 1945

God is dead, Nietzsche said and at that time, it really looked like he was right.

Explosions, screams and chaos everywhere. The world was like burning lava, a boiling cauldron and humans, the fools were stars waiting to be burnt out. There was no evil and innocent anymore, even good people did bad things in order to survive. Everybody was a victim, merely a puppet in the game of leaders, those who fought for power. Because people never learnt from their mistakes. And Taehyung? The Devil himself? He used to be the puppet master before it all buried him under its weight. He didn’t need to do anything anymore. It was enough to whisper the right (wrong) dreams into the right (fallible) people’s ear and all of it all fell like domino. One after another, attack after attack. It would have been a lie to claim he wasn’t a bit sad about what humankind became but God deserved this betrayal. His own beloved children killing each other, how ironic.

Yes, that’s right: this endless war sacrificing too many human lives made even the Devil sad, it made him lose that last ounce of hope he had in humanity. He didn’t feel guilt, only sorrow, melancholy and nostalgia.

But most of all, he missed you, the sound of your laughter, the touch of your hands and all the wonders you gave to the world. He walked around in the streets between scattered ruins, watching the Sun from where it rose the earliest. You would have loved Japan, he thought and wished you were there smiling at him and making him forget about the ruthless war going on out there. On the other hand, he was happy he didn’t found you, not yet, because otherwise that would have meant you had to live during such cruel times… again. You had seen so much blood and survived too many decades of pain, you deserved better, a more peaceful world.

One you couldn't get with him by your side.

“Long time no see, boss,” came the snarky comment and Taehyung grit his teeth as he stepped on a piece of broken brick splattered all over the ground in the darkening port city of Kobe.

“Go away,” he spit out. He didn't need company, he had no patience for one.

But certain people... demons didn't know when to shut up and how to behave like decent beings around their superior. This creature didn't seem to fear death and rotting in Hell in the most painful way.

“Oh are you still moping over that human girl?” he laughed disgust clear in his voice and spit on the ground that humans built and destroyed, the race he and other demons despised so much. Taehyung found it pathetic, that so many of his once so-called brothers didn't fall for a cause, for a reason but because of their own pride and because they thought they were better than humans, more worthy of attention than those rats. They didn't know anything but pain and destruction when it came to Earth beings.

The man in nothing but black, arms tattooed, smirk on his face walked right in front of him, moving in an accelerated motion, the aftermath of a fresh kill, blood still bright red on his hands. Taehyung just glared at him, unfazed and cold.

“How can you be our ruler? You are pathetic,” the demon made another attempt at riling him up even more, testing his boundaries, pushing where it hurt.

“Don’t you dare to speak to me like that, Azazel,” Taehyung hissed at him through his teeth. His hands curled into a fist, ready to fight, something he didn't have to do physically for so long because he had others to do it for him and because war and murder didn’t end in blood and death every single time. Killing a soul, living in a lie or in desperation was sometimes even worse.

But now his knuckles wanted to harshly kiss skin, tearing it apart, making it bleed. He wanted to hurt and he wanted to watch the change of insulting eyes turning into a regretful one when the demon realised what kind of mess he made.

But Azazel went along with it, he greeted his rage, he bathed in the anger of his gaze. That was what he wanted all along.

“Or what?” he asked, taking a reckless step forward, too close for the Devil’s liking. Something gold flashed through the demon’s eyes and his mouth curled into a wolfish smirk. “Will you cry on my shoulder?”

Taehyung scoffed wondering if he should make his hellhounds eat this dirt of a demon or simply rip him into pieces and put the parts on display to remind everybody what rebellion meant.

“Leave or I will make you,” he warned Azazel, for one last time because he was being nice for once, throwing chances like this.

“Oh I’m shaking so hard,” the man bit out sarcastically and his followers, that bunch of lower demons hiding in his shadow laughed together with him. Azazel spit at the first fallen in despise. “You are getting old. It’s time for somebody else to rule.”

“You mean yourself?” Taehyung laughed as he eyed him up and down. Stupid bloodthirsty demon, he had no idea what it meant to rule. “And over what will you rule once you kill everybody?”

Fear, pain, greed, they all moved humanity ahead towards bigger goals, so maybe Devil wasn’t good but he wasn’t all that bad either. It’s a paradox, isn’t it? Because if he wasn’t evil then what right did he have to own the Underworld? He built this kingdom and it will die with him if he had to. He would bring everybody down with himself.

Azazel opened his stupid mouth to answer but before he could utter a word, the ground split under them, shaking as the horrid noise filled the air, making the buildings shake and the glass shatter. Taehyung knew it was a bomb before he heard the collision far enough to leave him safe and sound yet close enough to leave destruction in his surroundings, like that trembling building towering over him.

“Rot in Hell,” the demon spit out and he laughed.

“We are already there,” the elder smirked. From his point of view even the prettiest place was like Hell without you and he would have watched the world burn happily if it wasn't for you.

Azazel snapped at that and lunged at him with his full weight throwing the first fallen under the falling bricks and an office building threatening to collapse. Taehyung saw him run away and cursed under his breath as anger bubbled inside of him. How dared he touch him with his filthy hands? How dared he challenge him and then leave like a coward? How-

He heard it first. He heard that sound resembling earthquakes but didn’t pay much attention to it, too focused on that damn demon escaping. Then came the pain, which wasn’t intense at first, the ripping feeling only came in waves. An enormous weight put him down and it was dumb because he had survived worse without a scratch but now? It felt like he carried the whole world on his shoulders. In the back of his mind he recognized the redness on his palm as his own blood but he still tried to get up…

However, his attempts came to be in vain. Then blissful darkness masked the world and everything became numb.

 He dreamt of you.

It was too good to be true, he thought, blinking and seeing you through his lashes because his eyelids were too heavy to keep his eyes open for much longer. Yet, he stared quietly, wondering when and why he got the privilege to dream and especially to dream of you. Or was this the afterlife? Did he really die? Was it heaven after all he did?

Because there was no way that you were there smiling at him so sweetly. Or maybe he was hallucinating because he just woke up with a headache, blank mind and bruises all over. Yeah, it must have been it.

“What happened?” he croaked out disorientated and tried his best to sit up in what looked like a hospital bed. The mattress was a bit uncomfortable under his weight and the sheets smelled like antiseptic. Its terribly distinct human smell disgusted him.

As he looked around in a room, he assumed was a war hospital with all the wounded patients and nurses running around. It was all too plain, a sight to forget but then his gaze fixated on you and his breath hitched. You were real in your entire solid and shy demeanour. Not only an illusion, not a mirage. You found him.

You wore a light blue uniform and held your hair up in a messy bun. Despite your mouth curving into a soft smile, you pushed him back onto his pillow with quite a strength when he leaned forward abruptly, risking his wounds to open up and bleed through the bandage.

“Rest,” you told him firmly, not leaving any other options for him to take and he watched you in awe. You just touched. He felt your fingers brushing his shoulder and then your palm against his forehead to check if he had fever. Yet, you acted like a stranger.

You poured water into the glass on his night table, took out a few pills and motioned for him to swallow. He did as you asked because even if he was capable of healing without medicines, he was your patient now… Again after so many years.

Your almond eyes reminded him of Silla. Just like your light touches, fingers careful on his wounds, they all brought back memories of you treating his torn wings. The first of firsts was always a bittersweet memory for him but you didn’t seem bitter at all, mostly just worried as your shining gaze met his.

“There was bombing on the streets,” you finally provided an answer as an explanation but as it all came back to him bits by bits, he knew it wasn’t merely the bombing. It was Azazel who pushed him under the collapsing building. That fucker! He will make sure the demon will pay for this and wish he would have never been born.

“You were buried under sixteen flights of bricks. Nobody knows how you survived,” you added with a smile of somebody who knew secrets. Because you did, you had so many of them. You knew exactly what he was and how he could survive. Yet, you didn't say anything. You just brushed the reckless locks of your hair behind your ears and intertwined your fingers in your lap.

You reminded Taehyung of your first life together so much, he had trouble breathing. It was you, the kind, the selfless, the one to heal him all over again with beautiful eyes in a country of war. He feared so much that the past would repeat itself but you had rather feared for him than yourself.

“Take care of yourself. What would I do if you weren’t there in my next life?” you whispered knuckles brushing against his cheek and looked at him like you loved him. Because you did, oh how much you did! Because in this life you remembered him before he did and you prayed, begged even so you could be together again, just once you asked.

Without me… you would be happy, he thought but he was way too selfish to voice that out.

“I love you,” he said instead, searching for your gaze, the forgiving and your sweet smile was salvation itself.

“I love you too,” you bent down to kiss him and soothe his worries away. He wished it was that easy forgetting about the weight of Earth on his shoulders. Simply being with you was worth it anyway.

 A poet once said that demons run when a good man goes to war. Apparently, he was wrong and knew nothing because demons, they were the front line of any war and Taehyung led them. Not personally of course, but he adapted to the idea of Evil. He once hated the hatred, the torture, the brutality and the weakness it represented, however he was wiser now. He knew that the world needed balance, it needed both good and bad… it needed him.

Darkness existed before him and will exist after he will be far gone. The thing he owned but no other fallen had was the knowledge, that he learned how to control and form it like he wanted. Each time Death claimed you he used it as revenge, throwing a tantrum like a spoiled child. He didn’t care who he hurt as long as he made sure God was watching. It was an eye for eye deal and the Devil always kept his word.

He wasn't proud of what he did but he couldn't find it in himself to regret anything. All his actions, they led him to you. One way or another, he always came back to you. Even bruised and hurt, he held your hand.

“How many?” you asked sitting next to him, watching the city in flames through the broken window. In a world of chaos, there was no place like safe haven.

The hospital was run down the previous week. After that Taehyung encouraged you to leave the country with him. To get on the last ships going south, heading to a hopefully peaceful place but you refused to leave your patients behind. You were too kind, too good for this world. Since then you had been in hiding, crashing in abandoned buildings in the constant fear of bombs falling down.

So your sudden question caught Taehyung off guard. It was so out of blue yet he knew you had your reasons.

“Millions,” he croaked out without shame or hesitation.

The number just increased and increased since he had a big influence in the First World War. What did you wait for? What did you want him to say? To lie? He was the Devil after all. He was feared for a reason.

“Does it scare you?” he asked, curious.

You had never complained about his being before, never asked him to change. Was it because you blamed yourself for making him this way or did you really accept him unconditionally?

“No,” you shook your head as an answer, black halo of hair falling into your face, shadowing the glint in your almond eyes. “You would never hurt me.”

That much was undeniably true. He could never lay a harmful finger on you. Not even if you asked. Still, it didn't make him less of a monster.

“But I have killed a lot. I am no better than the soldiers you despise murdering thousands here,” he protested running a hand through his now faded ash blonde hair. Your gaze followed the motion and you reached out to take his bony fingers and intertwine them with yours.

“What's the point of wars? Power? These soldiers don't even have a choice, they are forced to join the army and to kill innocent people, to destroy. People say it's the Devil's doing but no, it's all us, fallible, selfish humans doing monstrous things, playing gods,” you muttered, head resting on Taehyung's shoulder, enjoying the warmth while you could. “You, on the other hand, you are doing this out of love. A twisted kind, yes, but you are just as stuck in a treadwheel as I am. You lost your wings because of me, because you saved me! How is that fair? You were made to rule over the realm of chaos God throw away and didn't want to deal with. You made home in it and learned how to survive. I'm not saying you had no choice, that you are innocent and I would not absolve you of your sins but you had your reasons.”

Your whispers were elixirs for his hurting wounds and filled his aching heart with even more love. For such a pretty young face, you sounded so wise and you were, you have seen so much loss and so many battles in all your life. You both were old souls in young bodies.

You lifted your head turning towards him, nose bumping into his on the way and from this close, you could see the adorable moles and light freckles on his flawless, handsome face.

“To them, you might be a monster but I know you have a gentle soul and that's what I fall in love with each time,” you exhaled your confession right into his mouth, his breath fanning over your chapped lips and you could have been swallowed up by his black hole-like orbs.

“Have you ever regretted it?” he asked, scared and desperate. However, he had no reason to be afraid. If it was up to you, he would have never lost you.

“No,” you replied right away. If it's for him, you would have never regretted anything. “And you?”

His head signalled no fervently, pressing his forehead to yours, squeezing your hand gently.

“You're the gravity and I fell for you. I wouldn't change a thing,” he whispered and leaned forward to prove his feelings with a chaste press of lips, chasing after your sweet kiss in such dark and bitter times.

 The Eastern bloc started to fall apart one by one, defeated by the enemy with more developed technology. Rumours among civils whispered about nuclear weapons and total annihilation but Japan, the country that had never lost a war before refused to give up. What a way to go! Sentenced to death by their own pride.

“We should have fled when you told me to. Sorry,” you apologized for your stubbornness after days spent in an underground bunker waiting for it to be over. No war lasts forever, that much you both knew.

“It’s okay. We are together,” Taehyung smiled at you, rubbing your dirty cheeks with his thumb and pressed a quick kiss onto your temple oh so lovingly. “I’ll go out for food.”

“I’ll go with you,” you got up from the crappy mattress immediately. You didn’t want to stay behind without him, not knowing what happens to him. Of course, you knew it was almost impossible to kill him but it didn’t stop you from worrying.

“Y/N...” he said softly, rejection clear in his voice as he looked at you with those melancholic, sad eyes but you didn’t let him finish.

“No. We’ve talked about this, remember? You can’t control my decisions, they are my own to make,” you reminded him and sighed exasperatedly when you looked around in the tiny bunker in which the two of you made home recently. No sunlight, no wind in your hair, barely enough water to drink. You remembered fear, poverty and torture from your earlier lives but this had been the worst. Not knowing whether it was day or night, how much time passed. If it wasn’t for Taehyung you might have given up already. “I feel like going crazy if I stay inside for any longer.”

“Okay,” he grunted and you could tell how much willpower it took him to accept your will.

“If anything happens to me, it won’t be your fault,” you promised and sealed it with a kiss. Taehyung practically melted into you, cupping your face and reciprocating the kiss deeply. In these moments, when you closed your eyes and with his arms around you, you could almost forget about the world. You pressed even closer, hands running up on his smooth back under the thick layers of clothing. You only pulled back when Taehyung let out a hiss and stepped back.

“What?” you furrowed your brows but the fallen avoided your eyes.

“It’s nothing. Let’s go,” he grabbed your hand lightly leading you to the super safe steel door of your little shelter. You didn’t question further since you thought you would still have time for that when you arrive back after the food hunt. Without a word, you nuzzled close to him and with masks covering half your face, you rose to the surface.

Kobe was in ruins, it was even more destroyed than in your memory. Barely any building left untouched, the streets were full of litter and dead, the road was painted with dried blood and you felt nausea bubbling up from your upset stomach despite not eating properly in the last days. Or was it weeks, who knows?

It took quite a walk to find an old convenience store that wasn’t emptied to stretch and only the sounds of faint rattle of firearms stopped you from stuff your mouth with all the expired food. You could wait until you got home, you reasoned and put everything in your bag.

“You done?” Taehyung helped you up. You nodded almost as eager to go back to your place as you were to get out. But just as you were about to cross the threshold, a cold voice sent chills down your spine.

“Hey Lucifer, I told you we would meet again.”

“And I told you I would kill you when that happens,” Taehyung retorted in an alarmed voice, hiding you behind his back as he was looking left and right, desperately searching for the owner of the voice.

“Charming,” Azazel chuckled as if it was all a big joke for him. Then his voice dropped low and full of intent. “So is she her? The girl who made Satan weak and fall onto his knees?”

“Leave her alone!” your angel snapped and you curled your hands into his coat, with your heart in your throat.

But nothing could prevent you from falling over and screaming in agony as a dirty set of sharp teeth sank into the flesh of your shin and dragged you backwards, to the legs of a man dressed in all black, eyes red and evil.

“Y/N!” Taehyung reached towards you as soon as he heard the sounds just to face a hellhound holding you as its captive. Blood was flooding from your wound as tears rolled down your face.

“Ah-ah… remember Pudding? The guard of your precious Underworld’s gate?” Azazel patted the dog-like creature’s head. “While you were too busy protecting your girl, me and ma boys took over. Now he listens to me well. Good dog. If I wanted, he would tear your precious princess into bloody pieces.”

“Let her go,” Taehyung ordered when the demon dared to touch you, brush your hair out of the way and point a knife right to your throat.

“Maybe I will... If you beg for it,” the man clicked his tongue impatiently and yanked at your hair until the metal blade drew your blood. You hissed as the warm liquid wept down your neck. ”Come on, do it! Or you think I’m just joking, that these are empty threats? I will cut her pretty throat if you...”

“Okay, wait. I will do it. Just please… please don’t hurt her,” and the fallen, the proud one held up his hands in defeat. Your tears were no longer out of pain but from sadness.

With a satisfied smile, Azazel waved off his wicked pet.

“Pudding, go home,” he ordered and the hellhound disappeared into thin air, releasing your hurting leg, burning deep in the wound. Yet, the demon’s grip on you didn’t get loose, the knife was still there threatening to cut you open. He sounded even more arrogant than ever. “Go on. Kneel and hand me the keys of Hell.”

Your eyes widened as you watched the horror in Taehyung’s eyes at the mention of the keys. Your lips were trembling as you tried to shake your head as careful as you could to tell him not to do it. You knew if Taehyung gave up on the last thing the demon wanted from him after his dignity, he would kill both of you anyway. But how could he not try to save you? He loved you more than his own kingdom.

“On three, we will exchange,” he opened up his palms where a golden key ring appeared out of nowhere. Azazel nodded as he hungrily eyed the item. “One, two...”

“Three!” the demons cut him to it as he shoved you forward and stole the keys from Taehyung’s hand who was busy catching you. The deadweight was the first he realized and he only saw the deep cut wound later on your throat, artery damaged. His expression resembled pure shock and eternal grief when he looked up.

Azazel just laughed, swinging the dagger in his right like it was a plaything. Crimson drops of your blood rained down as the keys clinked in his other hand.

“Oops my hand must have slipped,” he mocked.

“No,” Taehyung roared rocking your lifeless body back and forth, staring at your mouth that hung open, the blood still smearing from the deadly wound and your eyes staring up to the sky, empty and helpless. “NOOO!”

You said it wouldn’t have been his fault but it was. He wasn’t fast enough, this time he was right there but still couldn’t save you. He was the one who angered Azazel, not you. Yet the filthy demon killed you to get back at him. You are his weakest spot and everybody who wants to hurt him, hurts you.

It was Silla all over again.

“You are a dead man, Azazel,” Taehyung growled in an inhuman voice, standing up slowly, crying black tears.

“You can’t kill me. You just proved how weak you are,” the demon scoffed playing with the keys as if he ruled over this place but the first fallen knew better.

“You haven’t seen me at my worst,” he said and with the power he had in himself, the anger, the grief, the madness, he curled his hands into fists imagining Azazel’s insides breaking and rotting in his grip. He was panting hard as he tried his best to keep his focus on the body’s most vulnerable points, the part that could hurt the most.

The demon standing in front of him choked on air, dropped down onto his knees as blood flooded out of his mouth, nostrils, ears and even his eyes. The sight of horror in his eyes satisfied the sadistic side of Taehyung as he grabbed him by the neck and forced the dagger out of his hand.

“I warned you,” he gritted through his teeth as his goodbye and dabbed the knife into Azazel’s weak body dozens of time until he lost counting, until his anger died down.

Numbly, he walked back to crouch down next to you hugging you close to him and swaying there while his body shook with loud cries.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. None of it.

 He buried you in a field of roses, a place you would have loved and prayed for your soul, for you to come back to him in your next life, so he can say sorry and make you happier. When he broke into a rundown hotel to wash down the blood, yours and the demon’s too, he didn’t care about getting caught anymore. With Hell’s keys close to his still heart, he was ready to kill anybody who bothered him. However, when he heard footsteps, they didn’t belong to humans.

“You killed him,” Seokjin stated astonished like he didn’t believe his eyes, staring at the blood on Taehyung’s hands.

“Yeah and I would do it again,” the fallen shrugged cleaning his hands under the flowing water of the tap and looked up at his sudden visitor through the dirty motel mirror. “It’s not a big deal. I have killed our kind and did worse before.”

But it was, that’s why Seokjin came, because the horror on his face implied that things were changing. And Taehyung had a hunch about it for a while, he felt the change in his own body.

“But it’s different now. You… when you kill them or make them kill each other, they go to the Purgatory if not straight to Hell. However Azazel… you deleted him from history. You killed his immortal soul. That’s something only Father can do.”

“Well. In that case, I did him a favour by getting rid of that worm.”

“You really don’t take it seriously enough,” the angel sighed.

“What do you want me to say? That I shouldn’t have done that?” Taehyung snorted bitterly because it had been long since he cared about should have and must have options.

“You know how fallen ones become demons? You know what happens to their souls? Every time they kill an innocent human, they lose a part of it until there’s nothing left. Azazel was long gone when I killed him,” he reasoned and Jin hummed acknowledging the possibility of this fact.

“And what about your soul then?”

“I… I think it’s connected to hers,” he mumbled a bit uncertain even though every evidence proved it. Despite all the monstrous things he did he still had humanity in him, the ability to feel sorry and love. People often blamed Devil for all tragedies but they tend to forget he wasn’t the driving force of evilness. He wasn't a fallen hero of light, he threw that name away from him. He was a soldier, a general in each war dark and light fought, he was always on the opposite side of God’s army of angels and believers. Seokjin should have considered him an enemy, a threat, he should have killed him on spot whenever they met because he was a menace that didn’t deserve all these chances he got. But he didn’t, he had no order to do so which meant that all his efforts, all the murders were for nothing because the Almighty still had plans for him.

“So what happens to you when you kill?” the archangel asked him but didn’t even question the bond between his and your soul. Maybe you were just ill-fated, star crossed lovers always finding each other at the wrong time in the wrong place. Maybe you never stood a chance because your right time hadn’t come yet.

Taehyung didn’t answer, not in words at least, just turned around pulling the shirt over his head to reveal his scarred back.

“You are growing wings again,” Seokjin whispered in shock and awe but not in disgust, gaping at the fallen’s back and the black bones sticking out of the flawless skin. They were as ugly as his crimes, dark like the sins he committed and painful like he deserved to suffer according to the books of justice.

“Yeah and they hurt like hell, as if thorns were spouting out of my back, tearing the skin,” Taehyung grimaced flapping the wings out of experiment and one of the black feathers fell to the ground as a proof of the dying texture. “I know why I get this but Y/N... She can’t die but cannot live either. It’s ruthless. If it was me I wouldn’t care but…”

“That’s why it’s called a punishment,” Seokjin nods understanding, almost sympathetic which is funny, isn’t it? Feeling sorry for the Devil is a rare occurrence.

“But why does he have to punish her too? Why not just me?”

If God really was fair, then how he would have explained this? Most of your lives you were a pure soul and an obedient daughter. Your only sin was loving him unconditionally.

Seokjin shook his head with a bitter smile, blonde mop of hair falling onto his forehead.

“Remember? She took you away. One of his favourites. One of those he trusted the most,” he said and Taehyung scoffed loudly.

“Is he jealous?”

Seokjin’s answer came as a lecture of an elder, simple and forgiving for the foolishness of youth.

“No. He just doesn’t like to be wrong.”

But oh how wrong he was if he thought Taehyung would let him get away with playing him like this. He was his best pupil and now it was time for the student to outdo the master. But for now, it was time, to wipe this place off Earth, he thought looking out of the window staring at the remains of Kobe, this hell of town.

And just as cherry blossoms bloomed, incendiary bombs painted the dark sky bright orange like falling stars and millions of fireflies were born from the flames around them as the city burned.

Next chapter

[ienveeus]

"Those sure look like the scrawlings of a mad man." + sugamon

Sugamon, “Those sure look like the scrawlings of a mad man.”

(1.8k, high school au, fluffy fluff fluff) 

Part of my ongoing, non-linear  High School AU series

- 5th June, 2011    -          2nd December, 2010    -     21st October, 2011 -- 20th June, 2011       -        1st January, 2011       -       7th July, 2011 -

20th June, 2011

Yoongi jolts when the hand slams down on the desk in front of him. It’s too early for loud noises, especially when he’s been up half the night stressed out of his damn mind. He looks up and can’t help but gawk at the sight of Kim Seokjin standing over his desk, hair mussed and glasses resting low on the bridge of his nose. There’s that black smudge of eye liner under his eyes, gives the appearance of someone who doesn’t get much sleep. Yoongi could have him up for a detention for that, figures he might look into that if there isn’t a decent reason for this intrusion. 

Class isn’t set to start for ten minutes, so they’re the only one’s in the classroom. Seokjin doesn’t make a habit of slamming his hand on Yoongi’s desk for no particular reason and conversation isn’t exactly a commodity either.

‘Got your note,’ Seokjin says. Yoongi opens his mouth to ask what the fuck he’s talking about when Seokjin lifts his hand up, exposing a crumpled piece of paper that Yoongi’s far too familiar with.

‘Mother fuck,’ Yoongi hisses. ‘How the fuck did you get that?’

Of course, he knows how Seokjin got it. Admittedly, Yoongi doesn’t know much about Kim Seokjin, he’s an anomaly and keeps to himself, contrasting with the typical image of a theatre student. He has the bearings of someone who should be popular; good-looking, talented and clever, but his choice of company left a lot to be desired. Rumours about his sexuality ran rampant around the school and there was his habit of hanging out in his locker during breaks. It seems that he’s moved past his own and has also taken to other people’s as well.

‘You sure swear a lot for a class president,’ Seokjin says. ‘You know that?’

‘What are you going to do, tell on me?’

Seokjin scoffs, cocks his head towards the note.

‘You were going to give this to Namjoon?’

Yoongi’s blood runs cold. Seokjin must’ve been in Namjoon’s locker when he garnered the courage to shove the damn thing in there, he must’ve. There’s no other way of explaining it. He swallows hard as he meets Seokjin’s gaze, no-one knows about this. About them and he wants to keep it that way so it’s safe.

‘Please don’t tell anyone,’ he says, not really caring in that moment just how small he sounds.

‘Relax. If I was going to I would’ve done it by now. And yeah, I already knew, I’m not oblivious like Hobi,’ Seokjin says. Yoongi can’t help but frown at that, despite the relief. Hoseok’s a lot of things, but oblivious probably isn’t one of them. ‘But seriously. This is what you were going to give to Namjoon? Dropping the ‘L-word’ for the first time in something like this?’

Jesus Christ. Yoongi looks towards the door, they’re still thankfully alone.

‘Why? What’s wrong with it?’

Seokjin raises an eyebrow and delicately unfolds the note with a lot more care than the creased atrocity probably deserves. He taps his finger on the smudged writing and meets Yoongi’s glare without blanching.

‘Those sure look like the scrawlings of a mad man.’

‘Alright, I see your point,’ Yoongi huffs. He yanks the note back towards him, shoves it into his pocket, out of Seokjin’s line of sight. ‘I’ll rewrite it neater.’

‘It’s not just that,’ Seokjin says. He takes it upon himself to tug a chair out from under one of the numerous vacant desks. Once seated, too close for Yoongi’s comfort, he folds his hands in his lap. ‘Has anyone ever told you that you’re emotionally stunted?’

Yoongi feels his eyes twitch. ‘What the fuck?’

‘I’m not trying to start anything,’ Seokjin says, waving his hands about in a placating manner. ‘I’m just saying there’s probably a better way of saying what you’re trying to say.’

‘Like how?’ Yoongi says, narrowing his eyes.

‘Like…’ Seokjin trails off, looking off into the distance and waving his hands yet again when words fail him. He beckons and when Yoongi hesitates, wondering what the fuck Seokjin is doing, Seokjin grabs the notebook on Yoongi’s desk and a pen and begins scribbling things down. 

‘I’ll just write it for you. Gimme a minute.’

Yoongi startles, scrambling to reclaim his stolen notebook but Seokjin switches to another desk, moving out of his reach.

‘Wait,’ Yoongi says, making another grab for the book. Seokjin is quicker than expected, he hisses out a curse. ‘Hold on—’

‘Trust me,’ Seokjin says easily. ‘Romance is my area of expertise.’

Yoongi huffs out a sigh, sinking back into his chair, defeated. ‘I find that hard to believe.’

‘Want me to make you fall in love with me and prove it?’

Yoongi opens his mouth, closes it. ‘No thank you.’

Seokjin’s eyes dance with mirth. ‘Because you know I can do it.’

‘You’re unbearable.’

‘Excuse you, I’m delightful. You just aren’t equipped to deal with me.’

Yoongi can’t argue that. Instead he folds his lips, eyeing the notebook, warily.

‘How do I know you’re not gonna sabotage me?’

Seokjin scoffs. ‘Why would I do that?’

‘Why would you not?’

Yoongi’s not an idiot. He knows Seokjin gets a rough time, and he knows a lot of that stems from people Yoongi would call friends. They never do it in front of him, Yoongi’s made it clear from the get go that it’s not something he condones, but he can’t stop it altogether. Seokjin could hate him for the shit his friends pull, and Yoongi wouldn’t blame him even a little bit.

Seokjin blinks at him a few times, then resumes his writing. ‘Namjoon likes you. Obviously, or he wouldn’t tell Hoseok to shut up when he disses you, or be heart eyes every time you stroll past in the halls.’ He taps his pen into Yoongi’s chest without looking up. ‘You obviously like him too, or you wouldn’t be jeopardising your reputation to see him.’

Yoongi stares at him, Seokjin continues to scribble down on the notebook.

‘Namjoon deserves the best, you’re better than a lot of the people he’s dated in the past, no ill intent. If that changes than I might look at that whole sabotaging thing, but until then…’ Another shrug, Yoongi lets the words wash over him.

‘There,’ Seokjin says, flashing him a beaming smile as he rips the page from his book and folds it neatly. ‘Share that with him, when you meet up with him after school. He’ll be yours forever.’

He slides it across to Yoongi with a wink and gets up from his seat, moving to his spot at the back of the room just as students begin to filter in.

Yoongi takes a deep breath in and slips the note into his jacket pocket, other hand reaching into bag for his phone to text Namjoon to meet him behind the bleachers in their usual spot.

Yoongi has dozens of friends, dozens of people who like him and who he likes in return. But he doesn’t think he has anything close to what Namjoon has in Seokjin and Hoseok.

Yoongi can’t help the nervous fluttering of his hands as Namjoon leans against the bleachers,  squinting down at the note Yoongi had all but shoved into his chest when he arrived. It’s nerve-wracking watching him, his expression gives nothing away as his eyebrows knit together.

When he’s finished, he gently folds the note and places it on the desk. Yoongi looks at him up through his lashes, shuffles a little from foot to foot.

‘Well?’ Yoongi says. He hasn’t actually read the note over, presumes it’s just a prettier version of what he’d written down before. ‘Are you going to say anything or just stare at me like that?’

Namjoon’s frowning at him, and that’s really not a good sign. Yoongi swallows the lump in his throat. 

‘Seokjin wrote this,’ Namjoon says. ‘Didn’t he?’

‘What? No.’ Pink creeps it’s way up Yoongi’s neck. How the fuck could Namjoon possibly know about this? ‘I don’t even talk to the guy.’

Namjoon raises an eyebrow and Yoongi caves.

‘Alright, fine, he wrote it,’ Yoongi crosses his arms and resists the urge to pout. ‘Fucker was in your locker and stole the original note I’d written. Which reminds me, what the fuck is his obsession with hanging out in lockers?’

Namjoon shrugs. ‘I don’t know, it’s just his thing.’

‘Well, it’s weird,’ Yoongi says. Namjoon just grins at him. ‘He said the note I wrote was shit.’

‘Seokjin wouldn’t say that.’

‘He said it in a roundabout way,’ Yoongi says. ‘I just. He seemed to know what he was doing. And you deserve the best, so I just let him write it.’

‘Yoongi, you’re a great writer,’ Namjoon says. ‘Maybe not the sort of writer Seokjin is, but his is all influenced by playwrights and Shakespearian love declarations. He probably wanted you to say all this out loud. There’s cues written in the margins.’

‘There’s what?’ Yoongi rips the note out of Namjoon’s hands and scrutinises it. Sure enough, Seokjin has written out little flourishes on how the note should be read, he expected Yoongi to cry on demand on the second to last line.

This is what he gets for giving Seokjin any power in this situation, he barely even knows the fucking guy. Theatre-loving dork. 

‘You have the weirdest fucking friends,’ Yoongi mutters under his breath.

‘Maybe so,’ Namjoon says, grinning. He leans in, reaches up to rub his thumb across the apple of Yoongi’s cheek. It’s like magic how the skin burns red under the touch. 

‘Hyung.’

‘Namjoon.’

‘What did you really want to say to me?’

Yoongi turns the question over in his mind, trying to find the best turn of phrase, the words that will really sell it all to Namjoon, but they’re not forthcoming, he’s not a romantic, and he can’t think of the things that Namjoon deserves to hear.

‘I really like you,’ Yoongi says. ‘Like a lot, more than I’ve ever liked anyone before and you’re really amazing and just perfect Namjoon, I don’t think you know just how incredible you are.’

It’s the first time Namjoon hasn’t been able to meet Yoongi’s eyes. Normally he’s the one too shy to function and Namjoon’s the one trying not to coo too much over how sweet he is.

‘I want to be your boyfriend, and you be my boyfriend,’ Yoongi says. ‘Exclusively, you know?’

Namjoon looks up slowly, dimples slowing coming to light as a grin stretches his face.

‘You’re asking me out, properly?’

And just like that Yoongi’s back to floundering.

‘I mean, yeah,’ Yoongi says. ‘Like I know we’re kinda dating already and stuff, and you don’t like labels really, so you can totally say no, I get it. But I just. I like you a lot. A stupid amount okay? And I’ve never wanted to be anyone else’s boyfriend and can you please just say something so I’ll stop talking now, Joon-ah, this is really embarrassing.’

‘Yes,’ Namjoon says and Yoongi just stares at him, lost. ‘Yes, hyung, I’ll be your boyfriend.’

It takes a moment for Yoongi to process the words and when he does he breaks into a grin. Namjoon pulls him in, kissing all over his face until Yoongi laughs for him to stop.

[bmwiid]

Hey, where do you get your sewing patterns from? Do you buy them or use free ones? I really want to take up sewing as a hobby but sewing machines look difficult to use... and I can see it being expensive!

Right!

I am probably the best person for this because 1: I am cheap as shit and 2: I also love sewing with all my heart but am shit at it with no training. 

PATTERNS!

 I bought some sewing magazines with free patterns! They have the added bonus of often having ‘real’ patterns, and other smaller sewing projects that are easy to do, and most of them (Like Love Sewing, and Sew) will have a few pages giving hints and tips about the patterns they’ve given you, with really helpful pictures. The websites also have free giveaways, MORE hints, some might even have ‘how to’ videos. 

I also have FREE patterns from websites. These are printed off on your regular printed, stuck together with tape and boom! Pattern! Websites are everywhere, seriously, just google ‘free printable pattern’ and you’ll be good to go.The free ones tend to be SUPER BASIC - which is just perfect!!! A+ because you can’t sew for shit right now and need practice!

I also signed up to sites that sold patterns, and they send me stuff when they have a sale on. 

Charity shops got me some books on how to sew, basic stitches. Some were useless, some were amazing. I also found a lot of patterns there too, but they tend to already be cut, which sucks if you can’t (like me) resize a pattern. I kept em though, just incase I get better!

Look for ‘Easy Sew’ Qwik Sew, Made Easy and anything with ‘Beginner’ on the packet. If it looks fancy on the packet, it’s gonna be fancy on the pattern and you’ll be struggling. 

The best thing I ever made (and I mean, the most perfect sewing, pattern, looked store bought item) was a table runner and placemats setting. It wasn’t hard, but omg, it looked outstanding. The pattern cost about £4. 

(top tip! Buy a roll of tracing paper, and trace all your patterns out. Most patterns come in different sizes, if you cut them you can only use the size you cut. You’ll never need to buy duplicate patterns. Just write on the paper what pattern it is, and store the ‘homemade’ version. boom. infinity pattern. It’s also a lil hardier than the tissue paper that store patterns are on.)

Reddit has a /sewing. Go. Learn. Drool over skillz. 

FABRIC! 

Bedsheets. Duvet covers. Pillow cases. Charity shops are your new best friend. Fabric is the single most expensive thing you will EVER BUY. Fuck the actual machine, you only buy that once and it lasts for a while. FABRIC? You will use 100% more than you think, it costs a small fortune and you never stop wanting more. 

Never throw out another bedset IN YOUR LIFE. Ask friends and family for old bedding. You will DIE when you see how much fabric you can get from a double bed set, it’s distressing, I kid you not. You don’t need fancy fabrics for sewing. Trust me. You’ll see a lot of sites and blogs talking about a ‘muslin’ that is cheap and ‘you don’t mind ruining’. Muslin *is* cheaper than fashion fabrics, but it’s not beginner CHEAP cheap. 

Bedding. It’s the way to go. Just get them in charity shops. When you get better, then get yourself to a shop that sells fabric *WITH A VERY STRICT BUDGET* and the pattern you want to make. Ask the salesperson to help you get the type of fabric you need, and the amounts. 

Till then - Bedding. Or Ikea. Avoid curtains. They have a lot of fabric but are too thick to make clothes from. Net curtains are okay, or those see through super thin ones. Don’t even look at leather, denim, silk or wool. Or look at them, and then look at the price, laugh, and walk away. 

NOTIONS!

Ebay. Amazon. Zippers, elastics, threads, hook and eyes, buttons... get the cheapest ones you can find. Charity shops might save your life here - you can normally get a big ol biscuit box of crap someone doesn’t want that’ll be chock full of all the things you need, want or have no idea what they are. Check your patterns - they will tell you what you need under the fabric requirements. But seriously, ebay.

You’ll obviously EVENTUALLY level up your skills enough that these shitty options will not be good enough. Are you there now? No. save yourself a lot of £$£$. Be cheap. Rip zippers out of old clothes you can’t donate to charity. Cut off buttons. 

Get bobbins. Plastic ones are the best, they fit all basic machines, you can never find one when you need one. Bobbins.

Fabric weights. Don’t buy em. (I use tea light holders. I used to use my mobile, a dvd and the open can of coke I was drinking.)

YOU WILL NEVER HAVE ENOUGH TAILORING PINS.

Buy decent scissors. Try not to use your fabric scissors for pattern cutting. I do, but then I’m also trash. 

THE MACHINES!

My first machine was from Argos. It was unbranded. Don’t bother with the travel ones, get a ‘real’ sized machine. You may find one online for under £50. Shop around. You don’t need: one step buttonholes, 100+ stitches, LED displays, quilting extensions, easy threading, 20 different sewing feet, embroidery stitching or anything like that. Things you need: 4 step buttonholes, zig zag and straight stitching. Most will have “20+ stitches!!!” you’ll never use. Trust me. 

That's all you need. Trust me. EVERY SINGLE PATTERN I have has only ever asked for a zigzag stitch or a straight stitch. 

I have two machines now, both are Singer branded. I have never used my overlocker. You don’t need one. I don’t need one. It was on sale in Lidl and I have no willpower. My regular Singer was a gift for my christmas after my Argos one died. A full 2 years after I bought it and that fucker went through a LOT of me ballsing it up. Is Singer the best? Probably not! It’s well known, parts are easy to source, and the feet (you don’t need this!!!) are easy to fit and buy. 

Other great brands are: Brother and Janome - these are ‘the big three’ with Singer, and they are great for parts, add ons and online help.  

DO NOT BUY A MANUAL MACHINE. Yes, they look amazing and you will die of aesthetic just LOOKING at one. Even walking into a room with a manual machine gives me chills. I will own one. One day. Someone will die and leave me a cast iron Singer on a table and I’ll die of pure joy. Note my obvious use of the word: Die. Because you will. Do NOT buy a manual machine. 

(top top - buy needles for the machine. you are going to break a lot of machine needles. Get ones from 70 to 100. If you are using thicker fabrics, change to to a 100 needle) 

Machines look scary and are NOT. They are made to be easy. It just looks scary because you are new. I can thread my Singer in under 30 seconds, and it’s NOT got an easy load bobbin. 

FINALLY!

I love sewing. I love it, but I’m not good at it. I tend to fuck it up at the last minute, I’m easily distracted and I have two cats. I’ve made a shirt I can wear to work. I’ve made christmas gifts, pjs and countless ‘Jiffy’ dresses. It’s a fucking amazing hobby and I’ve never met a sewer who wasn’t 100% willing to sit and go through troubleshooting with me. 

Trust me. Buy the machine. 

[g-on-ef]

Chapter 3: Dear Rin ...

A/N: Longest chapter ever !!!!

{Chapter 1}

{Chapter 2}

Natsu didn’t sleep, how could he when he was bout to do the one thing he swore he would never do,

“I’m not abandoning our baby or Gray; I’m just going to live my dream and then come back, Gray will wait for me, he loves me too much to leave me, and when I am successful I’ll come back and the two of us can be a family, along with our little one,”

He was firm on believing that he wasn’t Igneel, that he did not just up and leave without an explanation. After all he wrote a letter and in that letter, he made sure that Gray knew what was going on and why he was leaving.

He just hoped that Gray wasn’t to mad at him and would forgive him.

Natsu spent the whole day speaking to their baby. He told him all about himself, about what he was doing, and how he’ll be back for them. He told them the dreams that Natsu and Gray had for them.

“We honestly don’t care what you choose to do but we also just want you to know that if your safe than you are free to do whatever you want, within reason of course,”

He continued to rub the belly before singing another song, a song he wrote specifically for his baby.

Once he sang the last word Natsu rested his head-on top of Gray’s belly refusing to move. Instead of the hours dragging they flew by and before he knew it, it was time to go.

Natsu rubbed Gray’s belly feeling a tiny kick meeting his hand, he couldn’t help but allow himself to smile a little, he then lean down and kissed the baby bump of his boyfriend.

“I’ll be back little one, I promise just keep an eye on mommy? Or daddy, whichever he wants you to call him,” he lean down and kissed the belly one last time before he stood up and left the tiny room that was filled with many memories leaving nothing behind but a single letter that explained everything to Gray.

The sun’s warmth filled Gray’s body-he always loved leaving the widow to his room open, the light that shined brightly hit his face, Gray scrunched his face in an adorable matter before he turned his body around so that his back was met with the sun’s rays.

“Natsu…close the window,” he mumbled as he scooted closer to the body that was lying next to him. He was surprised to find the space next to him empty, cold as if no one has been sleeping next to him.

Grey eyes opened and revealed themselves to the world as they looked around the room trying to find his boyfriend.

“Natsu?” Gray called, he felt a chill running down his spine, he felt his heart accelerating and his palms becoming sweaty, he only felt like this once; when he was told that his mother was dying. He scan the room hoping that the dreaded feeling was just his imagination and nothing was wrong, his prayers went unanswered when he spotted an envelope with his name written in Natsu’s hand writing sitting on top of his desk top. Standing up Gray walked over to where it was and picked up.

With shaky hands Gray opened it and pulled out the letter that was inside it. Once it was out he began to read it, as he read the note he felt his heart breaking and tears filling his eyes, trying hard not to believe that those words weren’t written on the page, that this was some sick twisted joke that Natsu was playing on him but the more he read the more he saw that what he was reading was true and that this was not something that when finished Natsu would pop out of nowhere and scream,

“Gotcha,”

The letter fell to the ground as Gray fell to his knees; clutching his stomach he couldn’t help but cry as his heart was slowly breaking, and he doubt it would be fix any time soon.

Ultear was making chocolate chip pancakes along with some eggs and sausages since that’s what Gray has been craving along with hot sauce mixed with chocolate. Guess her future niece/nephew was going to have a spicy as well as a sweet tooth when they got older, as she was cooking the back door that lead to the kitchen opened and in came Leo or Loki, a good friend of Gray’s and if Ultear was honest the one she wished got Gray pregnant instead of that pink hair punk that annoyed her to death.

“Morning Fullbuster family!” Loki shouted making Ultear laugh as she watched the orange hair boy grab a plate and began to fill his with food.

“Morning Loki, what brings you here?” the two turned to see Silver and Lyon entering the kitchen and grabbing themselves a plate of food before sitting down at the table.

“Just came by to visit, hoping to see if Gray was here and if he needed a ride to his appointment,”

“Thank you for the offer but I am pretty sure that Natsu is here and he is planning to take Gray there, after all today is the day they find out the gender of the baby,”

Loki didn’t say anything and was thankful that his back was facing Silver. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Natsu…okay he didn’t like Natsu but mainly because he had the one thing he wanted, Gray. Gray deserved the world and more and Natsu…despite Natsu being a good guy and everything didn’t deserve Gray but Loki learned long ago that his friend would always want Natsu and that it’ll always be Natsu.

Still that didn’t mean that it hurt him knowing that he and Gray were starting a family together, Loki vowed to always be there for the baby and help Gray out as much as he could. Natsu never question it and for that he was thankful for, last thing he wanted was to give his reasons as to why he was spending so much time with Gray.

“Speaking of Gray, shouldn’t he and Natsu be getting up so that they won’t be late to their appointment?” Lyon said as he took a bite out of his food.

“You’re right Lyon, it’s almost time for them to go,” Silver stated as he put his silverware down.

“I’ll go and fetch him,” Loki said as he set both his and Gray’s plates down at the table, Natsu can get his own when he gets here or when he gets them either way is fine with Loki.

“Make sure you knock so you don’t walk in on them,” Ultear shouted.

“Yeah…wouldn’t want that to happen,” he mumbled softly, last thing he needed to see was his crush being fucked by his boyfriend.

Loki knocked on the door hoping that Gray would answer, he was met with silence.

“Gray? It’s Loki are you and Natsu decent?” he said, pressing his ear to the door, the sound of crying filled his ears before he knew it Loki ripped the door open and ran inside, the sight before him was something that he will never forget because not only did it break his heart but it made everything inside him filled with pain as he watched the one he loved cry his heart out.

“Gray,” Loki slowly approach his friend and kneeled down beside him.

“What’s wrong?”

Gray tried to get the words out but instead of forming a sentence only a choke sound came from his lips as he threw himself in Loki’s arms and cried his eyes out.

“Gray?” Loki asked, he was starting to get worried as he wrapped his arms around Gray and pulled him closer to his chest, he didn’t know what was wrong but he didn’t want to prey, if whatever hurt Gray was the source of his tears then he did not want to see him crying more than necessary.

The rest of the Fullbuster family entered the room and were shocked to see the youngest member of their family crying his heart out.

“Gray!” Ultear ran towards her brother and wrapped him in her arms and held him close as Gray clung to his sister as he cried his eyes out.

“Gray-“

“That fucker!”

Everyone flinched as they heard Loki’s voice filled with anger as he clutch onto a piece of paper.

Gray pulled back from Ultear and saw that Loki was reading the note that Natsu left him.

“That fucker, how could he…how dare he…I’m gonna kill him,” Loki turned and was ready to go to what he said but was stopped by a soft voice,

“Please don’t,”

The orange hair boy turned to see his friend who looked scared, heartbroken, and miserable.

“You’re joking right? Gray he can’t do this! Doing something like this is fucked up and-“

“Loki, please,” he begged looking at him, Loki flinched as he stared at his friend who right now needed him and not go and do something stupid or justified whichever way you looked at it.

Gritting his teeth Loki walked up to Gray and kneeled down beside him, Gray then moved from Ultear and crawled in Loki’s lap, Loki than wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his belly.

“Are you okay? The both of you? Are you okay?”

“Physically yes, emotionally…I don’t even know,” he wrapped his arms around Loki’s neck and cuddled him, just like he did when they were younger.

Silver was confused and wanted to know what was wrong with his son, he picked up the paper that Loki dropped and began to read it as he did the older Fullbuster felt his blood boil as he read the words that were written in the page.

Gray,

From the moment, I met you I knew that you were the one for me. For the longest time, I thought that you were all I wanted, all I needed when you told me you were pregnant I was scared. I was going to be a father and I was nervous that I may or may not turn into Igneel and abandon our child but you assured me and told me that I would never be Igneel.

Guess you and I were wrong, Gray an amazing opportunity was given to me and I couldn’t turn it down, they told me that I can live my dream as a celebrity something that I’ve wanted for the longest time and honestly I thought I was never going to make that dream a reality when you got pregnant but things changed and now I have the chance to live out my dream.

I’m sorry Gray, but I just can’t be tied down right now I need to live out my life and a kid would ruin that for me, I don’t want to leave our baby but I also want to be selfish, hell you were selfish when you decided to keep the kid and ruin both our lives, well now we are even, sorry if that sounds rude but I need to do this, I need to live my life, I’m only 19 and a baby isn’t for me, I know I said things that might have made you smile but…the truth is I just said so that you wouldn’t be upset or anything.

Once again I am sorry Gray for leaving you and the kid but don’t worry, once I make it I’ll send you and the kid money and maybe after I had my fun we can get back together-assuming I don’t find someone that is-anyways have a good life Gray,

-Natsu

Silver tried to calm himself down and knew that his son did not needed him yelling or doing something stupid, his little boy needed his family now more than ever and he’ll be damn if he’ll let Dragneel anywhere near his son or grandchild.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Natsu stare out the window and viewed the bright lights of Camelot, the city was so beautiful from his view and he couldn’t wait until the plan landed and he got to explore it.

“Excited?”

He turned to see Lucy’s smiling face, he couldn’t help but grin back at her.

“Of course, I am, can’t wait to start writing music and everything,”

“Don’t worry Natsu, one thing Blue Peaguses is known for their rising stars in less than a month your name will be known across the country,”

Natsu and Lucy couldn’t help the grins that spread across their faces knowing that Ichiaya was a man of his word and before any of them knew it Natsu would be a star and his dreams will come true, Natsu looked out the window and hoped that Gray was alright and that he got his letter, he’s probably mad at him but hopefully he understood, one thing he loved about Gray was that he was understanding patient and-sometimes-kind.

So, he knew, Natsu knew that Gray will be okay and that everything will work out in the end.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Gray and Loki stared at the sun as it was setting, ending a horrible yet wonderful day.

“So, a little boy huh?” Loki asked looking at Gray, his friend responded with a small smile as he rubbed his belly.

“Yeah, a little boy,”

Loki stared at his friend before he grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Gray it’ll be okay, I’m here and I am not going anywhere,”

“Loki…”

Loki just smiled as he pulled Gray in his arms and rubbed his back.

“Everything is going to be alright I promise,”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Natsu entered the recording booth, after showing Jellal, who was the president and owner of The Tower of Heaven which was the main branch and Blue Pegasus was just another company own by Jellal, his song the blue haired man sent him to Gajeel who was one of the producers, the two talked it over and started creating different beats and rythems for the song, once they got it to their satisfaction they showed Jellal who approved of it and told Natsu to start singing.

The song started off with a slow tempo before Gajeel signal him to start singing

Tell me the truth Baby girl, who else been with you It's gon' come to my attention either way, yeah And I understand Baby girl, we all had a past I'd much rather hear the truth come straight from you

As always Gray was his inspiration for his music, this song was written for him because he was afraid to let Natsu in, despite already winning his heart Gray was still skeptical about Natsu and wasn’t sure if he should trust him not to mention that losing his mom really made him weary of letting people in. The only thing that did upset him was that he had to change all the he’s into she’s since the world wasn’t ready for his sexual orientation to be known,

So if I love you It’d be just for you So when I’m touching you Can I trust in you? Can I trust in you? Oh babe

As he sang Natsu couldn’t help but wonder of Gray and their child. The road to getting Gray’s heart was a long one and when he returned it was going to be long and difficult hell probably even harder than the first time, but Natsu knew that he would succeed in getting his heart. After all he always knew Gray better than anyone else. Girl, come show me your true colors Paint me a picture with your true colors These are the questions of a new lover True colors, true colors Girl, come show me your true colors Paint me a picture with your true colors These are confessions of a new lover True colors, true colors

While Jellal and Gajeel listen to the boy they had to admit they were impress with his song as well as his ideas for what type of style this song should be. Not to mention his voice was able to capture their attention and make sure that he had it, he was definitely Tower of Heaven’s next rising star.

What's done is done Now that I'm the only one If you tell me I'll accept what you've been through, oh yeah And I don't believe all this inconsistency I've been hearing different stories about you

So when I’m touching you Can I trust in you? Can I trust in you? Oh babe Girl, come show me your true colors Paint me a picture with your true colors These are the questions of a new lover True colors, true colors Girl, come show me your true colors Paint me a picture with your true colors These are confessions of a new lover True colors

Erza who was a famous MMA fighter as well as one of the top models in the world and Jellal’s wife was honestly impressed with Natsu and his song, it was clear that this song was written for someone special, whoever the girl was, she sure was lucky to have a song no a whole album dedicated to her.

Natsu already informed them that he wanted his first album to be dedicated to the two most important people in his life. When they asked who those were Natsu just told them that they were the loves of his life. Erza had to guess that one of them was a lover and the other was probably someone who was equally important to the pinkette.

Baby, show me you're a keeper It's been hard for me to keep up You've been tryna keep me in the dark But baby girl, I see you Baby, show me you're a keeper It's been hard for me to keep up You've been tryna keep me in the dark But baby girl, I see you

Girl, come show me your true colors Paint me a picture with your true colors These are the questions of a new lover True colors, true colors Girl, come show me your true colors Paint me a picture with your true colors These are confessions of a new lover True colors, true colors

Once the song was over and the music died down Natsu heard clapping from outside the booth. He saw Jellal, Gajeel, Levy-Gajeel’s wife-and Erza applauding his performance. Natsu couldn’t help but smile.

“Looks like Tower of Heaven found it’s rising star,” Jellal said with a proud smile. Everyone agreed making Natsu smile huge, and could honestly say he was ready for whatever they threw at him.

October 4, 2014

Six-months had to be Gray’s least favorite weeks of his pregnancy. He was always craving the weirdest foods, not to mention that he was…well…horny 24/7.

Ultear bought him some toys to keep him occupied. The past month and a half has been hell for Gray and he will forever be thankful to his family and friends.

Cana was pissed when she found out and wanted to go and kill Natsu even though Gildarts, Loki, and Lyon told her that she was pregnant and should calm down Cana replied that if they don’t move out the way they were gonna losing their manhoods and eating them as well; in the end it was Gray who told her not to worry about it and that he’ll be fine.

She didn’t believe him but decided to let it be. Makorav was disappointed in his grandson but told Gray that he will help in any way that he could which made Gray smile.

In the end though it was Loki who Gray was thankful for, he helped in many ways that Gray was still unsure how he was going to pay him back. He was the reason Gray was still eating, the reason why there wasn’t so much strain in his back or feet, and made sure that he was relaxed and calm when he needed to be.

He owed Loki a lot and vow to make it to him.

At the moment he was at the store shopping for some things he was going to need for dinner tonight, Ultear was somewhere getting some items for herself, as he was shopping the music changed into a nice tempo song Gray hated to admit it but the tempo was nice however, his thoughts changed when he heard the familiar voice, Natsu’s voice filled the store and Gray felt his entire body shake as he tried to calm himself down before he had a panic attack. The last thing he needed was to have one in the middle of the store.

“Gray?”

The youngest Fullbuster looked up to see Loki standing in front of him,

“What’s-“

The familiar voice of the pinkette filled his ears and Loki knew what was happening. Without thinking Loki scooped Gray in his arms and headed for his car. Once he was in there he started the car and drove them to his house, not before sending Ultear a quick text to let her know where they were.

“Loki?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you,”

Loki turned to see Gray who appeared to have calmed down and was slowly getting color back in his face.

“For you, anything,” was all he said as he took Gray’s hand as he continued to drive them to his house. Gray didn’t pull back.

November 11th 2014

“And that ladies and gentlemen is our #1 song for the fourth week in a row Natsu Dragneel’s very own “Lego House,” now here is some interesting facts about Natsu this young man came from nothing and so far he has had two hot singles and everyone is anticipating his album which is coming out on the 27th of December follow by a tour afterwards, everyone is excited for it especially all the fan girls.

Now I have Natsu here with me for an exculucive interview with Sorcery Weekly, it’s great to have you here Natsu,”

“It’s great to be here Jason,”

“How do you feel?”

“Uhh nervous if I am being honest,” he said blushing causing the crowed to coo at him.

“Well don’t be because all these people are here to see you,”

A round of applause filled the room cause Natsu to smile.

“Now Natsu I have one question and one question only, so far all of your songs have been nothing but love songs hell we got a copy of the songs on your album and we saw the names and many of them are conform to be love songs my question is as follows, who’s the lucky girl?”

Natsu stared at Jason before he answered with the straightest face he ever could,

“No one, there is no one special just me and my career,”

Natsu turned off the TV as he laid down on his bed and pulled out his song book, opening it up he smiled as he saw the note he wrote for his son.

He had someone keeping an eye on Gray and reporting him back on everything that Gray was doing, he found out that he was having a little boy. Him and Gray were having a baby boy and he was excited for this, rereading the note as well as staring at the ultrasound picture that his friend send him Natsu promised himself he will send it the next day after he was finishing adding the final touches to the album.

December 27, 2014

Dear Rin,

It’s me, your papa. You probably remember me since I was one of the few who kept singing to you.

I am sorry that I wasn’t there for your birth, I am also sorry that I won’t be there for you for all the milestones of your life; your first walk, your first word, and everything in between.

I wish I could be there but sadly I can’t I made my choice and though there are times that I love the life I am currently living, I can’t help but wish you and your mother-heard from my dear old friend that everyone is going to try and get you to call your papa mama instead, honestly that is something I would’ve done as well, anyways happy birthday my little song bird, I hope you enjoy the gift I send you.

I also am happy that my album came out on your birthday, have a feeling that it’s gonna be a great one because you my little songbird are my lucky star and I know it’s gonna be a huge success.

I love you Rin, take care of your mama for me

Love,

Papa.

January 23, 2015

Dear Rin,

I’m guessing your mama is still mad at me because I found the check as well as the note sent back to me, don’t worry daddy realized his mistake he’ll send both the letters and both checks but this time I won’t put a return address.

Sorry Gray I know your mad but I just want Rin to know about me, and I want him and I to have some connection, even if it’s through these letters.

Anyways; how are you Rin? Have you been keeping mommy up late at night? Have you been behaving? I hope you’re doing well and that you’re a healthy little boy. The last thing I want is for you to get sick, any ways I can’t write a lot mainly because I got a music video to shoot so I’ll just say how much I love you and I hope you’re doing well.

I love you Rin, and stay safe my little songbird.

P.S. Gray, don’t worry how I found out about his name, just know that I love him with all my heart and soul and please don’t return the money, save it for whenever you guys needed.

Love,

Papa.

March 31, 2015

Dear Rin,

This is going to be a short letter but only because I have to get ready for my tour. Just want you to know I love you and to take care of mama okay my little songbird?

Love you forever and always and way pass eternity.

-Papa

June 4, 2015

Dear Rin,

I heard you got sick, you have no idea how scared I was when my friend came in contact with me and informed me of you having a fever. I am so sorry my little songbird that I wasn’t there for you and your mama, I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to comfort you and hold you while you cried your little heart out. I am so sorry…for everything my little songbird. I hope you can forgive me, for everything. Anyways I sent you a little dragon to keep you company hopefully when your older your mama will tell you why I chose a dragon as your first official gift from me.

As always, I sent you money so that your mama can save it for whenever he needs it.

I love you baby,

Love always,

Papa.

June 10th, 2015

Dear Rin,

Wow two letters in a month must be a new record for daddy, anyways I just wanted to let you know my tour is going well. Wish you and mama could be here with me to enjoy it and see all the amazing sights that I’m seeing.

Still in a way I am glad that neither of you are here, there’s this guy, his name is Zancrow and he is not happy that I’m-well I don’t want to brag but daddy’s gonna do it anyways-a better musician than him, he talks a lot of trash-don’t worry Gray I’m keeping it PG for the little one-about me. Of course I just brush it off as nothing but then I begin to think if you or your mama were here and if he had said something to you or about you guys…I don’t think I would have been able to hold myself back from beating him up.

Anyways that’s how my day is going, I hope yours is going well and that you and mama are safe and happy.

And Gray, just know that I still love you and that you’re still my muse.

Good night my songbird and snow angel. I love you both

-Papa

August 26, 2015

Dear Rin,

You said your first word! And your crawling and already rolling over!

I’m so proud of you, wish it was papa but mama is just as good. Love you songbird sorry this has to be short have an interview I have to get to. Any ways papa is and always will be proud of you,

Love,

Papa.

October 31, 2015

Dear Gray,

I’m so sorry to hear about what happen to Silver, wish I was there to comfort you, but don’t worry my snow angel, he’s going to be fine, the doctors said that the only thing he suffered from the accident was a concussion which is luck in itself. Guess your mama was watching over him, I told you she would be, watching over you guys I mean,

And I was right, I hope your okay and know that I am here if you need me…well okay maybe I should give you my new number…yeah maybe I should.

I love you Gray, please take care of yourself and remember Rin and I are here for you always,

Love,

Natsu.

P.S. kiss Rin for me please.

November 11, 2015

Dear Rin and Gray,

I’m sorry.

-Natsu

March 31, 2016

Dear Rin,

I missed your first birthday, if you didn’t understand my previous letter this is why. My album was a huge success that everyone at Tower of Heaven wanted me to get started on the second album and that’s what I have been doing these past couple of months. I’ve written some amazing songs that Jellal-my manager-loves and Gajeel, Sting, and I created some awesome sounds to go with each song.

Anyways Happy B-lated birthday my little song bird, hope you love the gift that I sent you.

Love,

Papa.

December 27, 2016

Happy 2nd birthday Rin, I love you.

Love,

Papa

May 1, 2017

Dear Rin,

Your mama probably saw the news so I’ll explain it to you, apparently in Camelot you can’t be single because then your either gay or something is wrong with you.

Well technically I’m bisexual but that’s not the point. The point is that now I have to find me a new ‘girlfriend’ who is going to be see hanging around me, the person they chose was Lisanna. She’s a model like her sister Mirajane and the two of us get along pretty good but now we have to pretend to be together.

Don’t worry little songbird I still and always will love your mama.

-Papa

July 19, 2017

I love you my little family

-Papa

July 20, 2017

Happy birthday my darling Gray, hope you like the present I gave.

P.S.

Sorry this is short busy schedule and all.

-Natsu

December 2, 2017

Happy Early birthday Rin, I know this is early but I’m going on tour when it is your actual birthday so I hope you enjoy this gift.

-Papa

December 12 2017

Gray stared at the unopen letters as well as the checks that Natsu keeps sending and gifts for Rin. He grabbed the letters and put them in a box that he will probably give to Rin to read when his older. After all if he had to guess they were all probably address to Rin and as much as Gray wanted to read them he wouldn’t, he would wait until Rin was older and if and only if his little boy wanted him to read them.

After grabbing the checks he decided to take them to the bank where he set up a bank account for Rin and he will have access to it when he gets older but for now Gray would store that money and wait until Rin was older.

He got up and headed for the bank but first he needed to stop off by the school and pick Rin up however, it turned out he didn’t have to, the door open and Gray saw Loki carrying a sleepy Rin in his arms.

Before Gray could say anything Loki held his arm and signal him to be quiet, he then went to Rin’s room to tuck him. Gray couldn’t help but smile as he follow his boyfriend to Rin’s room, he watched as Loki tucked Rin in and kissed his forehead.

“Good night little one,” Gray watched as Rin grabbed his stuff dragon and lion and cuddled close to them as he took his afternoon nap.

Loki smiled as he gave one final kiss to and headed out the room.

Gray followed close behind as they headed for the kitchen.

“Why don’t I cook us dinner while you rest?” Loki asked as he stared at Gray who just smiled and nodded his head.

“Thank you Loki,”

Loki just smiled as he lean down and kissed Gray’s cheek.

“For you, anything Gray,”