#or just make another castle down on the ground. im just gonna go with the latter

[lastlifesouthlands]

the only season past last life to have a dark oak forest (as far as i remember) is lim life so what if. southlanders in lim life

[luvyeni]

❛LOVING THE COMMONER❜ ( k. sunoo )

— authors note. i did it, i finally did another sunoo smut

p. prince!sunoo x commoner!reader w. 2.9k+

— 𖦹 warnings. modern royal au, bully!sunoo but he softens up, angst (gasps luvyeni😱), unprotected sex, fingering, public sex (?)

— 𖦹 ( after seeing you break down sunoo realized he officially crossed the line ) !

The day they intergraded the royal kids and the common kids at the school was an interesting day to say the least — sunoo was a young prince; 8 or 9.

All he could remember was his parents, the king and the queen were not happy ‘why do we have to do this, they aren’t like us’ ‘because we have to show that we are with the times, the outside world thinks we haven’t progressed at all.’ And now at 18, sunoo could say that no, they haven’t progressed at all.

The school was intergraded so the common kids were free to go to a good school and get a good education — but that didn’t mean the royal kids made it easy for them.

Sunoo specifically made it harder for you— he hated you, and he made sure to tell you everyday when he cornered you in the hall; students and teachers walking past— I mean who’s gonna check the king’s son, the future king; besides you were just a commoner, in his eyes you should be glad he's even acknowledging you.

You didn’t want to go to the intergraded school — your mom a seamstress for the queen and your dad working as the cook at the castle, you kind of had no choice but to go, seeing the boy every single day— where he and his friends would subject you to their bullying, making fun of your dresses that were old and worn, or your hair that was sometimes messy from your morning chores at your house.

Sunoo specifically would always talk about how your whole family worked for his— “I don’t know why you’re trying to get a good education, we all know where you’ll end, cleaning my chambers when I become king.” Is what he would always tell you, laughing along with his friends as you picked your falling books off the ground.

“You could poison him.” Kyujin said, taking a bite of the food provided to you by the school. “I mean your dad is the cook.” You stared at her. “yeah, i’ll poison the future king and have my whole family killed.” She shrugged; “just trying to help.” You shook your head, standing up holding your full tray in your hands, not bothering to eat. “just eat your food, im gonna go to the study and get some work done.” You said, stood up with her face food. “wait i’ll come with you, for support.”

“hurry then.” You said, turning on your heel not knowing someone was behind you— not knowing he was behind you. “yn watch–” it was too late, you had crashed into the person, dropping the food all over you, the person in front of you; the tray hitting the floor. “what the fuck.”

You recognized the voice, cursing under your breath. “sun-sunoo im so sorry.” You always kept your eyes on the floor when talking to him— scared of what would happen if you looked at him in the eyes. “i-i wasn’t p-paying attention, it’s my fault.” Ready for one of his berating comments that would make the entire canteen laugh at you— but it never came.

Sunoo watched you smile and talk to your friend, laughing when she told a joke, your nose crinkling up, your smile bright— that’s what he hated, how happy and free you were, how you could always be so happy, despite your living situation, despite he and his friends torment— how he wish he could be like you, not having to please everyone— he wished you could talk to him how you talked to the teachers and other students— no he wanted you to like him how he liked you but hid it from everyone. “She’s leaving.” He sighed getting up, not even wanting to bother you today, but people expected it— and had to give the people what they wanted.

Looking down at your trembling body— he felt a pang at his heart— he did this to you, he instilled this fear into your heart, trying to impress people who he didn’t give a fuck about. He listened to his friends shout curse words at you with disgusted— how could he ever say those things to you, and you just took it, he felt so horrible. “That’s enough.” Hushed voices fell, leaving the canteen silent once again. “Yah.” You were ready for whatever he was gonna give you.

He grabbed your wrist, you felt it tightening. “come.” He dragged you away, leaving everyone with the suspense and your heart thumping out of your chest in fear, unaware on what he was gonna do to you— you two were never alone, his friends always behind him, so it frightened you even more.

He pulled you into the empty art room, closing the door. He turned stepping to you, you took a step back. “im sorry your highness.” Your upper lip trembled. “I don’t have any money to replace it, but my mom is a good cleaner as you know.” You pleaded. “please I didn’t mean any harm.” dropping to your knees, he took a step back, watching as you burst into tears. “please just don’t hurt me.”

He didn’t know what to do; he’s seen you cry, but this was new; you were having a full break down. “stop.” He said, but you didn’t hear him, your cries too loud. “I said stop!” he shouted, you bit your lip trying hold back the noise. “please stand up.” He said. “please.”

You heard his soft voice— something you’ve never heard before, slowly getting up from your kneeling position, standing in front of him, eyes glued to the floor. “look at me.” He said, you didn’t out of fear. “I said look at me.” He grabbed your cheeks, lifting your head, forcing you to look at him, you whimpered at the sudden force. “stop crying.”

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” He said. “I promise I won’t hurt you.” Before you could even react, you felt his arms wrap around your body, your eyes widened, body still nonreactive as you listened to his heart beat, surprisingly that calmed you down, your sobs, turning to sniffles— then you were silent, pushing him away. “what are you doing?”

He didn’t know what to say; he couldn’t explain why he hugged you, so he stood there silent. “please if this I just to tease me, just get it over with, I have to get to cook classes.” You said, voice barely a whisper. “I already said im not gonna hurt you.”

He took his handkerchief out his pocket— reaching his hands out. “it’s not a lot, but it’s all I have.” He said. “clean yourself up before you go to class.” He took your hand placing the fabric in your hand, you were so confused right now— what was his game. “wh-what about you?” you still were worried about him, even after all he did. “im going home, I don’t feel good anyway.” You normally wouldn’t think about it, he often left just because he could— who was gonna stop the prince from leaving?

He didn’t say anything else, walking to the door, turning back. “I wont bother you anymore.” He said, before walking out leaving you alone in the class.

That was the last time you seen the prince— he just stopped coming back to school, leaving people wondering what happened in that classroom that day. Many suspected you told on him, which didn’t help your case at all— you almost had to leave school due to the constant bullying from the other students who thought you ran the prince away— yeah it didn’t make sense to you either, but who was gonna think rationally when there’s someone to pick on.

You asked your parents did they see the prince when they went to work, but they just said he was sick and didn’t leave his chambers, so you left it like that, washing his handkerchief, keeping in your skirt pocket, just in case he’d come back to school.

“it’s been three months.” You were being cornered by one of the popular maidens in the school. “he still hasn’t returned.” She pushed you up against the locker. “he-he’s probably just sick.” You said, felling the lock dig into your back. “he’s fine, now I have to go.” You tried to walk away, only to be pushed to the floor, scrapping your elbow, making the arm of your dress tear. “if he was fine, he’d be here no?” she said. “and why are you so secretive about what happened in that room?”

Your silence made them angry, but you yourself couldn’t explain what happened. “answer me you bitch.” Her hand flew up, colliding with your cheek. “what happened in the class?” You looked for help— but was met with nothing but the looks of people who were also waiting for answer. “it’s none of your business.”

You heard him, the voice that you thought about for three months for some mysterious reason. “I was sick.” He said, the girl immediately exchanged her death glare with a soft and submissive one. “can I not be sick?”

She and her friends scrambled. “o-of course your majesty, but were just worried she did something— what could she do? Make me sick.” he looked at you. “stand up.” You don’t know why, but you did what he said, standing up. “apologize.” He said, her eyes widened. “sunoo, she’s a commoner.” He saw you frowning out the corner of his eyes, anger boiling within him. “so, she’s not like us, does that mean treat her like that?” everyone was shocked, this wasn’t the sunoo they knew, stepping to the guy, his eyes low. “now apologize.”

She turned to you. “im sorry.” She said, you could tell she wasn’t sincere, but you were so desperate to get out of there, you shook your head. “now go.” He said, and haul tailed out of there, whispering under their breaths. “everyone go to class, now.” He said, everyone immediately obeying, scurrying along to their schedules. “you stay.” He pointed to you— stopping you in your steps. “come with me.”

Those words felt so familiar, as you followed behind him, until you reached the infirmary. “your highness.” The nurse let you both in. “her arm is bleeding, fix it.” She nodded, ordering you to roll up your sleeve, cleaning up the blood, putting a bandage over it. “keep replacing the bandage until it heals.” She said. “good now leave us.” He said, she bowed, leaving you both. “are you okay?”

You nodded, silently. “that’s good.” He let out a sigh. “oh.” You said softly, reaching into your pocket, pulling out the handkerchief, handing it to him. “i-i w-washed it for you.” He looked down at the fabric, most people probably would’ve threw it away; or kept it as a keepsake from the prince. “I got all the stains out too.” He watched you smile proudly to yourself, smiling to himself. “thanks.”

“Are you okay, being sick for three months must’ve been hard.” He wasn’t really sick— he was embarrassed with himself, after seeing you break down like that, he went home and really thought about what he was doing, he felt like he could only show himself when he was ready to accept what he did and apologize to you. “im sorry.”

You were surprised; he stood in front of you head low, how yours normally was, eyes to the floor, apologizing. “im so sorry, i am such a horrible person, it took me too long to realize it, and I didn’t know until that day in the classroom.” He said. “seeing you break down because of me like that, made me realize how much of a horrible person I am.”

You stood there, letting him ramble. “please forgive me.” You were silent, sighing. “why did you do it?” he looked at you? “what did I do to you that made you treat me like that?” you wanted an answer, why did he treat you like that. “because I was jealous.” He said. “jealous?” you said. “you’re the future king, you said it yourself the only thing im destined for is cleaning your floors, so why would you be jealous of me?” he was silent. “answer me.”

“because you’re you.” He said. “you can be who you want , never having to be someone you’re not to impress people, — you’re nice to everyone and I wanted you to be like that with me, I wanted you to like me the way I like you, and I was afraid because I liked you so much and I was too worried about what people would think.” He confessed, spilling his guts on the floor.

You didn’t know what to say, it was a lot to take in, so you tried to run to the door. “wait.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you back. “please let me go.” You said. “what’s wrong, did I say something wrong.” He said. “yes, yes you did, please let me go.” You tried to pull away , but he was stronger. “what was it?” he said. “everything, you aren’t supposed to like me, all those maidens out there, im sure one of them would like for you to like them, go do that.”

“but I don’t want them to— yn please stop trying to run out the door.” He said. “you hate me that bad?” he said. “I never hated you, it was you who tormented me for years, now you stand in front of me, saying you only did it because you were jealous and liked me.” You said angrily, probably the most angry he’s ever seen you. “you didn’t even bother to ask me if I liked you back or not, because you were too worried about other people would think about the prince liking a common girl.”

You were going on and on— and he couldn’t help it anymore, grabbed the sides of your face, smashing his lips against yours— you grabbed his shoulders, pushing him away. “you’re a bad person kim sunoo.” You said. “I know.” He pulled you into another kiss, a much softer one, since this time you allowed him to kiss you. “im sorry.” He said, breathless, pushing you against the medical table. “im such a bad prince.” He said pushing your legs open, slotting himself in-between.

You shouldn’t let him do this, the way he treated you was unacceptable— but as his hands crept up your skirt, lifting it past your thighs, all your sensibility flew out the window. “sunoo.” You sighed as his fingers rubbed your soft clothed folds. “sun-sunoo.” He said nothing, pulling your undergarments to the side, sliding one of his long slender fingers into your dripping cunt. “fuck, you’re so wet.” He groaned, his forehead pressed against yours. “so warm.”

He slid another finger inside, scissoring you open, curling his fingers up inside you. “fuck sunoo.” You moaned out as his fingers repeatedly hit that spot over and over, making you see stars. “sunoo, im gonna cum.” You threw your head back, you looked so pretty, grinding your pussy down on his fingers, desperate trying to reach your peak. “fuck cum, please cum on my hand, I need to see you cum.” He encouraged. “cum for your prince.” He hit the right spot, that had you cumming all over his hand with a squeak. “fuck.”

You heard the shuffling of his belt of his expensive pants— they felt to his ankles, his hard cock jumping, the perfect size, not to big, not to small, his tip red and dripping with pre-cum— his cock was pretty and ready to fill you up. “ready?” you nodded, his held his cock in his hand, giving himself a few strokes, before pressing it against your hole, both of you letting out a moan of pleasure as he stretched you out perfectly. “fuck so tight.”

“please.” You moaned, as he sunk his cock further into you. “please fuck me, your highness.” that name coming out your mouth like that made his cock twitch. “fuck call me that again.” He groaned, as you repeated it over. “please harder.”

Knowing the nurse would come back, he wasn’t gonna waste time, wrapping your legs around him, fucking into you at a faster. “fuck sunoo!” you yelled, forgetting all about the outside. “we gotta keep it down -fuck- people can still hear your pretty moans from the outside.” He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing all your moans, your cunt clenching tightening around him— he wasn’t gonna last long.

“fuck im gonna cum.” He pulled away, lips swollen. “m-me too.” You moaned. “oh fuck!” he cursed, pulling out stroking himself as he came all over your pussy, bringing his fingers to your clit to finish you off. “sunoo fuck!” you gasped, cumming. “fuck I’m sorry.” He said. “I got too overwhelmed, next time I promise to let you finish first.”

He quickly searched for something to clean you, gently wiping the cum from your cunt and inner thigh. “next time?” you said, he hummed, smiling, something you’ve never seen him to you, it was nice. “but first im gonna get on your good side for good, by apologizing until you really forgive me, then im gonna court you.” He explained. “and what about the people, your dad the king?” you said thinking realistically.

He kissed your lips, pulling your skirt down, helping you to your feet. “he’ll deal with it or he’ll have to look for a new king to rule.”

“and those people out there don’t matter, now that im gonna do what I want for now on.”

©️LUVYENI

[iliketangerines]

hii, i really like ur writings and i always binge reading your masterlist because they're just that good lol.

and do you still take requests? if you do, can you please do tomas who is a vampire and is soo obsessed over fem!reader?

Idk why, I've always associated tomas with gothic vibes (he just gives me vampire/dracula vibes). so, i can imagine him living on a castle alone as a vampire until one day when he was wandering around he suddenly finds reader who is lost and kidnaps her and put her on a cell? (im sorry if this sounds really weird lol). oh and please make tomas dominant because honestly dom!tomas is soo underrated 😔

im sorry if this doesn't make sense lol and it's okay if you don't want to do it! thanks beforehand :)

the castle in the woods

a/n: this is...also going to have to be a part 2...originally gonna be nice and short and then...um...got a bit carried away. also, i do NOT condone this behavior in real life

pairing: vampire!tomas vrbada x gn!reader

warnings: nonconseual blood drinking :)

you shiver as the rain soaks your clothing and sends chills down to your very bone, and the tree leaves do nothing but make the raindrops fat and wet as they fall onto you

clutching your basket closer to your body, you move forward in the stormy weather, trying to find a semblance of shelter in this godforsaken forest

all you wanted was to pick a nice bouquet of flowers for your mother’s birthday, and you friend had suggested a meadow deep in the woods straight ahead

your friend was right, and you had gotten straight to picking the flowers and then had lost track of time as you fell asleep, only waking up to complete darkness and the first few drops of rain on your cheek

then, in the dark of the night, you couldn’t find where you had entered the meadow and now you were utterly and completely lost, about to catch a sickness at this point

still, you have to find some sort of shelter or else you will die out here, the coldness already settling into your bones as the wind screams around you

crashing into another tree in the complete darkness of the night with no moon in the sky, you fall down to the ground and contemplate giving up

then, a flash of lightning that beams down from the sky, you can see the faint reflection of metal gates in front of you

immediately, you perk up and scramble to your feet, wiping your muddy hands on your soaked cloak, and you walk over to the metal gates as quick as you can

as you get closer you realize just how tall the gates are, towering over you as you push at the gates, and they creak open under the weight of your push

you follow along the path, only guided by occasional flash of lightning, and you can see a castle in the distance, dark and gloomy and looking much older than you or your village

something inside you screams danger, and you can feel pinpricks crawling up your spine as you freeze in your tracks as you continue to stare at the castle

thunder laughs in the sky above, dark and angry, and the rain pours down harder

without any choice, you walk briskly to the castle and arrive there in a few short minutes strangely enough, it looked like a much more hefty walk, one meant to be traveled by horses

it didn’t matter, you used the knocker to pound on the entrance of the door, and it’s only a few seconds when the door opens and the face of a pale man with gray hair reveals himself

you shiver and shake and ask if you can come inside and warm up, just until the rain passes and then you’ll take your leave

the man blinks slow at you, nose wrinkling slightly, and he opens the door further to let you inside, gesturing for you to come in

you thank him profusely, shivering and tracking water into the castle, and he closes the door behind you, the clicks and clanks echoing in the empty and vast entry way

it’s dark and cold in here as well, drier than the outside, but somehow you feel colder in here than in the swirling storm outside

the man walks up next to you and asks you to follow him to the living room, and he pauses before saying that his name is Tomas

you nod and through chattering teeth, you introduce yourself and thank him once more as water droplets fall from your body and onto the marble floors

the entire castle is dark but is certainly kept well with how the marble shines beneath your feet and how the statues gleam in the flashes of lightning through the arching windows

yet, there’s not a single maid or butler in sight, just this strange tall man who carries himself much older than he looks

he reaches a dark room, dust free and rather clean and regal and holds his hand out, and he walks into the darkness, the sound of rocks clacking against each other

but then the fire roars to life, and the room is bathed in a warm light, seemingly the only light in this dark castle

the floor is a deep red lush carpet and by the wall, books are stacked neatly and precisely on the bookshelf that extends to the ceiling

a large wooden desk with a rather fancy looking chair sits near the edge of the room, and you toe off your shoes before stepping into the room as to not dirty the lush carpet with mud

by the warm fire, there’s a set of couches and a table for snacks and drinks, much more expensive than your entire cottage house if you had to guess

Tomas looks to you and gestures you over, and you can see clearly that he’s dressed in sleep wear and slippers, looking rather tired for his age

you walk over and untie your cloak and set it near the fire flat on the ground and apologize quietly for interrupting his sleep

he waves you off and says that he is okay and that he does not feel tired, and he eyes you up and down and says he will be right back with some dry clothes for you

before you can even protest, he’s disappeared, leaving you alone in the firelit room to warm and dry your clothes

you strip off the outermost layer of your clothes and set them by the fire, looking around the room for something to hang the clothing on, but you find none

as you put your hands near the fire, turning them front to back to warm them, you can feel exhaustion start to replace the cold feeling in your body, the adrenaline sputtering out as you sit in front of the fire

putting your hands in your face and squishing it, you wake yourself up and stand up, looking to the bookshelf to your right, and you walk on over and browse the titles

you needed to stay awake, just long enough for the storm to pass or for the man to come back, and you pick out a book that has a nice title

flipping to the first page, you start to read, trying to keep your attention on the book as the fire warms and dries the clothes sitting on your body

the sound of footsteps padding along the carpet tears your attention from the book as you look up to Tomas holding up a set of clean and dry clothing

he hands them to you, raising his eyebrows at the book you were reading, and he asks if you’ve read the book before

you laugh and say no but that you wish you had, the book really is riveting, the small library back at home doesn’t even compare to the quality of the books here

the man laughs and says with an amused smile that you should see the actual library in the castle then, and you gape at him, asking that he had more

he nods but insists on you changing first, or else you’ll catch a cold and a shiver runs down your body again as your wet clothing still sticks to your clothing

taking clothing from his hands, he slightly bows his head and then leaves the room for you to change, and you do so quickly

rubbing at the material between your fingertips, it feels much nicer than anything you’ve ever owned, even your nicest gown, and it’s smooth and thin but completely engulfs you

you pull off your underwear, soaked down to every fiber, and place it near the fire, hopefully inconspicuous enough that he didn’t notice you weren’t wearing underwear

pulling the pants of its neat folded state, they’re much too baggy for you to wear, falling down to your ankles even when you tie the drawstrings

you forgo them, the shirt was baggy enough anyway to cover you to halfway down your thighs, and you spread the rest of your clothes by the fire

Tomas calls from outside the room to ask if he can come in, and you say that he can as you stand up carefully and make sure the shirt covered everything indecent

he steps in and blinks, hands clenching onto the tray of tea in his hands, and you thank him again for giving you shelter and dry clothes, bowing as you do so

waving you off, he says it’s no problem and takes a seat on the lush couch across from you, and he asks you what your thoughts are on the book

his large hands comes up to pour a cup of dark tea, darker than any that you’ve seen before, and he slides it over to where you’ve sitten down

you take the cup gratefully, letting it warm your hands further as you take a sip, and you let the flavor sit on your tongue, unsure of exactly what Tomas had put into the tea

he takes his own sip of the tea, placing a sugar cube into his cup, and you ask what kind of tea this is

it’s red tea from china, dark and red and delicious, he explains and you nod and take another sip, letting the rich taste settle into your stomach and warm you

Tomas repeats his question from before, and you perk up and pick the book up, saying that you’ve only gotten a few chapters in but it’s quite a fun read

he laughs and tells you to read the book and tell him your thoughts as you read, he hasn’t someone to read with in ages, and you quirk an eyebrow at him, asking why he doesn’t have one of his maids or butlers read with him them

looking to the side, he says that he has none, he takes care of the castle and grounds by himself, but he doesn’t mind it at all, it takes up the time 

you press your lips together and nod, how strange that he took care of the whole castle by himself, even in the distance you could tell how vast the building was and the grounds were expansive

he looks to you and flicks his eyes back down to the book, resting in your hands, and you take another sip of your tea and open the book up to read

it’s not like you had any reading buddies back in your own village either, and the thought of having someone to express opinions about a book you both have read excited you

going through the book, you read quietly and listen to the crackle of the flames, adjusting your position on the couch so that you back rested on the armrest and your legs spread along the cushions

thankfully, the shirt was still baggy enough to hide everything, and Tomas sipped on the rest of his tea before standing up and going to pick out his own book to read

the both of you read in silence, and you let the words of the book envelop around you and bring you into their world

the rain continues to pound against the window as the both of you read and every so often you gasp, and he asks what’s happened in the book

it’s a comfortable routine, and you read about the romance of the two characters in the book, talking to each other and arguing about something

very quickly, the book devolves into something much more raunchier, and your face burns as you close the book to take a second to process what you just read

Tomas asks if everything was okay, and you nod and cross your legs, saying that everything was okay, the book had just made a sudden turn

he tilts his head and asks how, and you turn your head to look at him, finding his eyes trailing up the length of your legs before landing on your face once more

you shift in your seat to sit properly again, feet landing on the soft carpet, and you say that you just hadn’t expected the book to delve into more…sexual topics

smiling at you, he just tilts his head, unblinking as he continues to stare at you, eyes flicking downwards, and you cross your arms over your chest, suddenly cold and uncomfortable in the heat of his stare

he seems to notice your discomfort and says that you could skip a few pages ahead, but you would be missing important plot information if you did that

the story had sucked you in unexpectedly, and you did want to know how the story ended

opening the book back in and leaning back into the couch, you start to read where you had left off, trying to not seem so tense as you read about the two characters

you can’t help as you feel arousal pool in your gut, and you cross your legs tightly to try and get rid of some of the tension as you continue to read

your face seems to burn hotter than the fire you sit next to, and you press your lips together as you finally reach the end of the story

there’s a whoosh of air, and you flinch as you find Tomas standing in front of you, leaning over your body and asking if you liked the scene

there’s a sense of dread settling in your bones, and a sense of danger that screams and coils in your gut as he leans in closer, smiling at you

in the gleam of the lightning, you can see his canines glint, long and pointed and how his eyes are a dark red instead of a brown like you had thought

you had walked into a vampire’s home and conversed with a vampire and drank tea with a vampire and now the vampire stood in front of you, smile growing wider as he realizes that you’ve found him out

he laughs, hand planting by your side, and he licks his lips as you tremble in your seat, frozen to your spot as his other hand comes up to grip onto your chin

tilting your chin up, he says that he can hear your heartbeat, can smell the sweet blood running through your veins, can nearly taste your arousal on his tongue

you’re the first human to come to this castle in decades, and he had been so bored, unable to leave the estate, taking care of the same places over and over again

with inhuman strength and speed, everything had just become so easy and boring, but you had walked right into his home, sweet and innocent as a lamb

he thinks he’ll be keeping for a while, his little pet and treat, and before you can even blink he’s moved you, slammed you onto the couch, one thigh in between your legs

the sudden movement makes your head spin, and your hands finally move, scrabbling to hit and scratch him

his hand easily catches yours and pins them above your head, and you squirm and whimper for him to please let you go as he just laughs in your face

he leans in close to your neck, pressing his nose against the flesh, and he breathes in your scent with a deep breath, letting out a contented sigh at the smell

looking back up at you, he says that you’re his now, as long as you’re on his property, you are his and he will play with you as he sees fit

you can’t help it as you start to sob, the weight of the situation settling in as you realize that you will never be able to escape him and that you had become his the second you had saw him

he coos at you, telling you that he won’t hurt you, or at the very least not too much, and that you’ll be well-taken care of

his castle holds everything, gardens with crops, farm animals in the stables outside, fresh water from the wells, a kitchen for cooking all the food, and if you want something, he can get it for you with no problem

you cry out that you want to go home, and Tomas grins at you, saying that you are home now

leaning his head down, his tongue drags along the length of your neck, and he hums at the taste as you whimper and shut your eyes at the feeling

Tomas laughs against your skin as he continues to lick about the length, leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses

this time you can’t stop the whimper that leaves your mouth, and he sighs at the sound, mumbling against your skin to stop fighting, that you were going to stay here forever with him and that you would grow more comfortable with the fact if you just stopped struggling

his teeth press against the pulse in your neck, and your breath catches as you start to squirm again, trying to get away from him

he doesn’t care about your struggle and simply presses his weight further into your body, stilling you just long enough for his teeth to break the surface and drink in your blood

you whimper and cry pitifully as he drinks from you, and blood seeps out of his mouth and down your neck slowly

his hands clench tighter onto your wrists as he moans at the taste of your blood, eyes fluttering shut, and it sounds lewd as he continues to drink from you

the sound is wet and loud as he sucks in blood from your neck, drinking and drinking and drinking, and you can feel your head becoming light and see the world start to spin about you

finally he brings his face away from your neck, licking at the last little droplets dripping down his lips, and you can make out through your hazy vision the droplets of blood that have fallen down to his chin

his eyes seem brighter now, red as your blood as you stare at him, and his lips are a deep shade of red as his tongue darts out to wet his lips

you can see how his face has more color in it, how his skin seems to glow and how a flush grows on his cheeks as he continues to stare down at you

he lets go of you, and you leave your wrists above you, body too exhausted to even think about moving and trying to fight against a vampire

he rips at his own sleep shirt, pressing the cloth against your neck to stop the bleeding

your eyes are drooping close and your body feels so heavy as he brings one of your hands down to press against the cloth at your neck

as your eyes finally close, too heavy to stay open, you can feel him kiss your forehead in the haze of sleepiness filling your senses

you wake up to high ceilings and a dark room, only lit by the torch in the corner of the room, and under the comfort of cool dark silk sheets

struggling to sit up, you fight through the dizziness and to observe your surroundings, pulling the covers off of your body and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed

your legs give out from under you immediately, and you fall to the floor, barely catching yourself with your arms as your head violently pounds at your head

there’s a whoosh of air, and you feel strong arms pick you up to deposit you back onto the bed, mumbling that you shouldn’t be up and about so soon

it’s the vampire, Tomas, and you weakly squirm in his arms to try and get away

he sighs at your weak form of protest and simply places you gently onto the bed and pulls the cover back over you, bowing his head slowly and apologizing

it catches you off-guard as he turns his head to the side and awkwardly coughs before continuing, saying that he shouldn’t have taken so much blood

that was what made him apologize, not the fact that he had taken your blood unwillingly, your voice is shrill and much more higher-pitched as you berate him

Tomas says that he’s been starving for years, that no man ever comes by the palace and that he could only drink the blood of the animals he raised in the farm

he was just so desperate for a taste and couldn’t control himself and that perhaps he had gotten a bit carried away with his actions and in words at the prospect of having fresh human blood

licking his lips for just a second, he pauses and says that he doesn’t have to feed for a week now at the very least but that you truly couldn’t leave the grounds anymore and for that, he was sorry

you narrow your eyes at him and ask him what he means by that, and he rubs the back of his neck as he stares at the ground, saying that first you needed to replenish your blood

and that second, he presses his lips together and points at his neck at his own bite marks, and your hand flies up to touch your own neck

there sits two puncture holes that you know his fangs would fit into perfectly, and your mouth gapes open

you would never be able to return, your village was superstitious enough and returning with puncture wounds would seal your death

picking up the closest item next to you, you weakly throw the pillow at him, and it gently poofs at his face before falling onto the floor at his feet

Tomas sighs and picks the pillow up, brushing nonexistent dust off of it and placing it back on the bed next to you, and he says that it really isn’t all that bad

he hadn’t turned you into one of his spawn, so you would still be able to traverse in the sunlight and take walks out in the warmth of the light, explaining as he sits on the edge of the bed

pressing his lips together, the vampire apologizes, saying that he had gotten a bit too excited when you had come up to his castle, willingly, and had been so…unassuming

it had been so long since he had fresh human blood to invigorate him, he shouldn’t have drinken from you, and now you were stuck with him until you died

the reminder of your position makes you hang your head low and tears well in your eyes as you hands grip on tighter to the sheets

he gives you a mournful look and stands up from the edge of the bed and says he’ll give you some time to process everything and when you’re ready to find him

as he leaves, he pauses by the door and says that if you need anything, just ring the bell by the door and he’ll get you whatever you desire

and with that, the door closes behind you, and you’re left alone with your thoughts and your tears

[kasdan]

𝐸𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦 {𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 13}

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a/n: im so sorry this took me so long to get out, i'm gonna try my best to get more chapters out faster from now on. i hope you enjoy<33

summary: while you and frank are still trying to figure out your powers, trouble shows up at the doorstep

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: angst, blood, fighting, gun violence, death, trauma, ptsd, language

word count: 3.7k

chapter song: heads will roll - yeah yeah yeahs

The inside of the building looks rundown and abandoned, like no one's been here in a long time. The building isn't huge, just a large room that fills up the main space and a small hallway in the back that doesn't look like it leads to much. It makes me wonder what this was even used for, considering it's completely empty on the inside.

Frank sets the bags down in the middle of the floor, the boards creaking in the process, and looking like they're about to bend in half, making me hesitant to walk around much. Frank doesn't seem as worried about the floor boards as he walks around messing with the bags, his heavy boots thudding on the floor with every step.

I'm more confident in my steps seeing this, and I find myself walking around the area. I can hear the soft tapping of the water outside dripping on the roof, and I find myself glad that it looks to be in better shape than the floor is.

I come across a switch on the wall, with not much of a foundation surrounding it. The inside of the wall can be seen, with various amounts of wires around it. I mindlessly bring my hand up to flip it, wondering what it's for and if lights even work in here at all.

A soft grip on my wrist stops me in my tracks, my fingers barely brushing against the switch. Frank's face comes into view, and I wonder how I didn't hear his footsteps coming up behind me before.

"I wouldn't do that. Don't want you gettin' shocked." I feel my body shudder from the thought of electricity flowing through my body, and I drop my hand back to my side. 

"C'mon." He speaks softly and brings me back over to the middle of the room, sitting down a little ways away from where the bags still sit. I sit across from him, making sure to avoid any loose nails in the floor boards.

I watch Frank take out a folded piece of paper and slowly unravel it in front of him. I watch him curiously as his eyes scan over the contents of the paper. He meets my eyes over the top of the paper and smiles at the questioning look on my face.

He lets out a sigh after a few more seconds of looking at whatever is on the paper and folds the paper back up in his hand, crossing his arms over his knees that are tucked up to his chest.

I'm expecting him to tell me what's on the paper that he now holds loosely in his hand as if it's not even there, but I just find his gaze flickering over me.

My eyebrows raise waiting for him to say anything, but after another 30 seconds he still just sits there looking at me with a grin on his face. "Are you going to tell me what's on the paper or are you just gonna stare at me for the rest of the day." I can't help but mimic the grin he has on his face halfway through my sentence.

Frank shakes his head and drops his gaze to the ground. I hear him lightly clear his throat before opening the paper in his hand at a quick glance over.

"'S a list of all the possible powers you could have, 'n the emotions that come with them." His eyes flick up to mine over the top of the paper as if trying to grasp my thoughts. I don't exactly know how I feel about the information that he just told me. How does he know about what powers I have when I don't even know the things I can do? Where did he get that information from? Should I be worried?

Before I'm able to get any of the questions I have, Frank intercepts them. "I know, it's probably weird for you to hear this, but just let me explain." He pauses to look for my reaction, and I silently urge him to continue. "You know it wasn't an accident that I found you on the streets that day. David's been scrounging around the database for weeks before we were able to find you. Ever since you showed up as the "weapon" we've been tracking, David took it upon himself to try and dig deeper." He stops for a moment to take a shuddering breath, and I watch as he clenches his fist, crumpling the paper in the process.

We sit there for a couple seconds in silence, as Frank's intense gaze pierces into the floor he's staring at. I can feel the anger radiating off of him, and lingering in the air, and I find myself just sitting there and waiting for him to continue. Seeing how he's acting makes me start to think that there's more to the story that I don't know. Why would he be so mad at something happening to a complete stranger?

It's not until I see stray tears start to run down his face that I feel the need to intervene. "Frank..." My voice comes out softer than I intended it to, but seeing how affected he is makes my heart clench. I instinctively shift my body closer to his as his teary eyes find mine.

"I saw... all the things they were recordin' down from their experiments. All the things they were doin' to kids 'n I just..." He takes another deep breath, pausing between his words. "I couldn't think about these innocent children goin' through all this pain, and it makes me fuckin' sick to even think that I'm even slightly glad that my kids went out the way they did, and didn't have to go through that shit. I jus-" His voice cracks, stopping him from finishing his sentence.

I'm not sure what to take from the situation, and seeing Frank like this makes me feel like I should try to say something to make him feel better, however blurting out whatever first comes to mind probably isn't the best idea, but my brain isn't fast enough to communicate this to my mouth.

"I mean, it wasn't that bad?" The sentence ending in more of a question than anything makes my face scrunch up as soon as the words leave my mouth. I don't even look at him, keeping my eyes trained to the floor, not wanting to see the look on his face.

All of a sudden I feel a slight breeze float across my body, and I shake my head as if trying to shake it off of me. 

"-it makes me fuckin' sick to even think that I'm even slightly glad that my kids went out the way they did, and didn't have to go through-" My head whips up to look at Frank, wondering why he's saying the same thing he already did.

"What?" My voice comes out harsher than it probably should and Frank seems taken aback by my outburst. "I'm sorry I just... I don't understand why you're saying it again?" I gently shake my head in response.

"'M sorry darlin' I don't know what you're talkin' bout." He lets out a breathy laugh at the end of his sentence, with his eyebrows furrowed.

"I-" I cut myself off from saying anything else, wanting to just let the situation go completely. "Sorry, just ignore me, my mind's fucked apparently." He looks like he wants to say something else, but before he does, his gaze quickly flicks to the window next to the door. 

Frank brings a finger to his lips, motioning me to be quiet as he gets up from his position and moves towards the window as quietly as he can. I stay where I am, wondering what he's doing, but it becomes apparent when I hear the faint sound of a door closing from the outside.

I feel myself perk up at this, and hear Frank let out a quiet curse after peering through the window. "I need ya to hide, they found us." He motions towards one of the back rooms of the building, and quickly makes his way to the bag that lies in the center of the room.

I hesitate, not wanting to leave Frank alone with them, but it seems he's having none of it when he practically shoves me into the small room in the back, placing a pistol in my hand before hurrying back to the other room.

There's no door to close me in, so I have to squeeze myself into the back, and hope the darkness covers me enough to blend in. Frank got me in the room just in time for me to hear the sound of the front door opening, and a series of heavy footsteps enter the building.

All I'm met with is silence, making me wonder for a minute if everyone somehow left the building and I didn't realize. I jump at the sudden sound of the front door opening again, and I have to try to steady my breathing.

"I believe you have something that's ours." A voice speaks that I find familiar, but can't make out from where.

"I don't know what you're talkin' bout." Frank responds, sounding like he's speaking through gritted teeth. The other person lets out a spine-chilling chuckle before responding.

"You and I both know that's a lie. I vividly remember her lodging a bullet into my side while carrying your unconscious body." The place gets quiet again, and I remember where I heard the voice from. It was the same person I ran into while trying to leave the place to save Frank's life.

The same uneasiness I felt when interacting with him the first time, racks through my body again. "Search the building." The man speaks again and my body freezes hearing multiple footsteps start to walk around. I hear another movement before I try to push myself further into the room.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The voice spoke again and I can only imagine Frank attempting to do something in order to stop the other people from searching the place and evidently finding me.

I know the building isn't large, so it won't take them long to find where I am, but there's nowhere for me to go to without showing myself to the rest of the building, therefore all I can do is try my best to blend into the small room and hope they're dumb enough to leave it alone.

My hope diminishes when I hear a person walk closer to the room I'm in, causing me to  grip the pistol in my hand a little tighter. The person walks into the doorway of the room, causing the small amount of light coming from the rest of the building to be covered up, leaving me in complete darkness.

I'm pleading in my head that the person just turns and walks away since they can't see in the room, but apparently luck isn't on my side when I see them bring an object up from their person. 

Light suddenly floods my vision, and I squeeze my eyes shut, turning my head to the side to try to shut it out of my vision. My mind is screaming at me to do something, but it's as if I'm frozen in place not able to move my body. I wait for the person to grab me, shout that they found me, do something, but nothing happens.

I slowly open my eyes, the light still focused on the room, and I end up squinting my eyes to try to see past the light. All I see is the shadow of the person holding the light, and the light slowly scans the room, stopping right where I'm standing and my breath catches in my throat.

The person starts to step in the room, light still trained on my exact spot, and I wait once again for them to do something, but nothing happens again. They take a step towards me and I instinctively move to the side, trying to get as much distance as possible. I feel my back press against something, but I pay it no mind as the light goes to the other side of the room, the person spinning with it to look at every corner.

The person eventually walks out of the room, satisfied that nothing was in it, and I let my body slack more against the wall, letting out a breath I was holding. I realize my mistake when I feel a small shock go through me, and I let out a small surprised yelp jumping away from the wall I was at.

The receding steps of the person that was in here stop, and turn to come back to the room I'm in. Shit. I have to think fast, and I glance down to the pistol in my hand, but immediately shove it in the back of my pants, covering it with my shirt. Shooting most likely will lead to everyone else in the building shooting, and I don't know how many people are in the room with Frank, and can't trust he'll be able to get out.

The person shines their light back in the room, and this time I can tell that they can fully see me when they grip my arm and drag me out of the room. I wince at the tight grip they keep on my arm, and they seem to just tighten it more, pushing me into the main room of the building.

There are a line of people with rifles in their hands standing guard in front of the front door, with the man who was doing all the talking in front of them, standing with no weapon, obviously in control of the other people. Frank stands a few feet away from them, his own rifle in his hand, glancing in my direction.

His face remains emotionless as he fixes his gaze back on the man in front of him, who now has a grin on his face, looking at me. "Look what we have here." His grin just gets wider and I feel myself cringe back at it. He keeps talking, but I block it out, trying to think of a way out of this situation.

The person holding me, is only holding one of my arms, making the other one completely free of motion, and didn't check me for any kind of weapon, causing my brain to go to the gun I still had on me. I glance over to Frank and meet his eyes, and he seems to be on the same page as me as he adjusts his grip on the gun ever so slightly that wouldn't be noticeable unless you're actively paying attention to his actions.

The fingers on my free hand twitch slightly, ready for anything and I tell that Frank noticed when I see his own fingers twitch slightly on the gun he holds. I know he's ready for any move I make, and I have to think of the best way to go about this.

I can easily access the gun on me, but first have to get the person's grip off me so I'll have access to move freely. I start to twist the arm that's being held captive, as if trying to break free, but the grip that's on it just grows tighter. I attempt to move my arm again, and my plan works when the person lets out a low growl and leans down to my ear to sneer out an empty threat, but I'm already taking my chance.

I bring my free elbow back and slam it into his jaw, causing him to let out a yelp and fall back away from me dropping my arm in the process. As soon as my elbow makes contact with the person, Frank immediately starts shooting. I put my trust in him covering me as I grab the gun off me, and slam the end of it into the person's head who had a grip on me, not being far away enough to get a clean shot on him.

The person falls to the ground unconscious, and I bring my attention back to the rest of the room. Frank already has almost half of the group on the ground, unconscious or dead I can't tell, but through the short time of me facing away, he moved his body to be in front of mine blocking me the best he could.

I find one person aiming their gun at Frank as he deals with two others and I quickly bring my gun up and shoot. The bullet flies through the person's head, causing them to drop the gun and fall to the ground, joining the pile of bodies already there, including the man with the scar, having too many bullet wounds in his chest to count.

I focus my gaze back to Frank who has one of the men pinned to the wall, with the other on the ground next to them. I go to help him when there's suddenly a grip on my ankle, causing me to fall and scrape my chin on the ground. I let out a small shout of pain, turning my body around to see the person who originally found me aiming the gun he had right at me.

I quickly roll my body out of the way before he fired, causing the bullets to indent the floor right next to me instead. I take this chance to force myself as forward as I can to kick his foot causing him to lose his balance and fall back on the ground.

When the person fell, they dropped the gun from their hands, and I quickly push myself up and grab the gun from their side, shooting multiple bullets into his chest before he fell back onto the floor, not moving.

I don't let myself take a breather before I'm turning to where Frank is again. He's still fighting the guy he had against the wall, letting grunts out after every punch he throws. I see movement next to him and focus my eyes on the person who was previously knocked out next to them. The person reaches for the gun to their side, but doesn't have a chance to pick it up fully before I aim the gun in my hands and they fall back down fully to the ground after my finger presses the trigger and an array of bullets find their way into the person.

The person with Frank finally falls to the ground unmoving, and Frank takes this time to turn to look at me. Blood coats his clothes and face, and I figure I don't look any better as I feel the blood from my chin drip down my neck, and my shirt stick to my body with blood. Frank opens his mouth to say something, but before he can the door to the building bursts open and another group of soldiers enter, guns raised.

Frank and I don't give them a chance to do much before we're both spraying bullets into them, causing some of them to fall to the ground. However, our advantage doesn't last long until the gun I have is out of ammo, and I can't do much but look back at the few people still remaining.

Things happen fast and I see one of them raise their gun up aimed at me, finger on the trigger, but before anything can happen the whole scene changes. Suddenly I'm staring at the sky, with grass under my fingertips.

I push myself up at a quick pace, looking around. I see the building I was just in just in front of me, with a series of vans around me. I can't bring myself to wonder how the hell I even got out here, I just know that I need to get back to help Frank.

I can't go back in with no weapon, so I open the back of one of the vans, hoping there's something I could use in it. Luckily the van is lined with a various amount of guns and weapons, and I grab one of the rifles that all the soldiers looked to be using, while grabbing a couple throwing knives as well.

I can see the front door from where I am in the van, and see it open with people walk out. I quickly crouch as to not be seen, and see two soldiers dragging a bloodied and beaten up Frank out of the building. I quickly jump out of the van, and move crouched to the other side. 

I hear the soft steps on the grass of the people, and dragging of Frank's feet walk away from me, and the sound of a different van door opening. I take this as a chance to peek my head around the back of the van I was by. I'm met with the back of two soldiers heads as they push Frank into the back of a van like the one I'm by, but without the walls of weapons in it.

I have to move now, so they don't drive away with him and I lose them. I go for the gun, but hesitant thinking if I shoot, I might accidentally hit Frank, so instead reach for the throwing knives I'm glad I got out of the van beforehand.

The knives are about the same weight I'm used to working with, which I'm grateful for as I ready one of them in my throwing hand, and hold the other in my other hand, to get ready to throw them in quick succession.

I bring one up and aim straight for one of the people, not wasting any time when I throw it, and it lodges itself into the back of their neck, with the other one not close behind to hit the other person with same precision.

Both the people fall to the ground which leaves me able to run to get Frank, who's staring out at me, shock written clear on his face. I can tell he has a million questions, but I just work to get him out of the van and into ours, so we can get out of here before any one else comes here. 

Frank is insistent on driving, even though he doesn't look like he should be doing much of anything with his condition, but I know I won't be able to convince him of anything, as we're able to drive out, leaving piles of bodies behind.

buy me a coffee ♡

@sleeperthelazy @lunaticgurly @casa-boiardi @mattmurdocksstarlight @cherry-berry-ollie @givemylovetoall @maddiewinchester

[hoshi-y]

Is it possible to ask for an Obi x Reader love story based on this song??

You can ignore my recent requests or put this one first lololol, sorry for so many today 🙈🤣 ideas just keep coming like 🤯

Was also tempted to ask if this could also be Hanako x Reader cuz this song seems so valid for that situation too 🤣

You don't have to write, but thanks for reading this Hoshi 🙂💕

Ps. Hope you enjoy the song!!

Better than anyone else

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Obi

TW : None

A/N : I think I understood the song HAHAHA But in my power I'll do anything to bring this to life 😱

Sorry it took so long miss chimoto! all I do at home ever since Christmas break is sleep hehe

Also, this might not end up with alot of sense cause I couldn't understand the song BWHAHHAHSHS im sorry 😞

I hope you enjoy 💗

They don't know you the way I do

"Shirayuki.. Have you seen Obi?" The red headed girl turned around, some specks of dirt on her face as she was planting new herbs into the garden "I think he went into the woods" You jumped a little as you didn't see Zen standing by the entry "A little warning wouldn't hurt.. Also what is he doing in the woods at this time an hour" You sighed as Zen snickered

Shirayuki got up and dusted her hands "Zen don't bully them."

"I'm doing no such thing my dear" Zen said as he helped Shirayuki stand up "I was gonna ask you the same thing too [L/N], on what he is doing there. Guards have told me they've seen him come in and out of there frequently"

'Maybe its that again..'

"Apologies, I'll excuse myself for a moment" You jogged out the door "Oh and have fun love birds" You ran out after seeing Shirayukis reddened face

Obi has been going thru a hard time lately. He'd sometimes dissappear in the night and come back in the morning, you know cause you saw him and waited for him to come back

And right now it's one of those nights, you ventured into the woods at the back of the castle looking for him

"Obii!!" You began calling him as you looked at your surroundings

'Dang its so dark..'

You didn't have any type of light source to help you guide yourself thru the woods, It was quite foggy too

"Ooobbiii" You looked up at the trees on anywhere that have a high level ground in hppes you could catch a glimpse of him jumping from one branch to another

Due to the lack of light, you didn't see a fallen log on your way making you trip. Before you could hit the floor two strong arms grabbed you

"What are you doing here? its dangerous" You looked up to see the person you've been looking for the whole day

"Obi.. I was looking for you everywhere this mornin, and this is the last place I haven't checked out yet. So, what are you doing here?"

"Mmm.. Just, taking a late night stroll"

"Liar"

Obi looked back at you, The happy and fun aura was replaced with a serious one "What are ya talking about?"

You frowned "Obi, I know you're going thru a very difficult time right now.. And I want to help you, the least I could do is listen to what's bothering you" Sitting down at the fallen log you pat the unvacant space beside you signaling that you want Obo to sit next to you

Obi without hesitation sat next to you as the both of you stargaze for awhile before he opened up his mouth

"I.. don't want to burden you with listening to my problems [F/N]" His eyes still fixated up at the dotted night sky

"I don't have anything to do tomorrow and the night is still young" You turned to him as he chuckled "You really are stubborn.. But don't complain if I kept you here for too long"

"I won't~"

And just like that, ypu and him spent almost the whole evening together as you listen to his problems, his worries, and his anxiety.

Not alot of people can spot his saddened aura with that big goofy smile and somewhat approachable personality. He has hid to much behind a mask for people to even notice

They thought that whenever he would walk into the woods at night, they'd think he was out patroling

But you know him better than anyone else.

Your best friend

Your childhoof friend

The love of your life. Was crying in your arms

The past haunted him so much that his shell finally broke from the ampunt of tears he could hold back

"It's alright Dear.. Let it all out.." You layed his head on your shoulder as you held him

Even though he also tells his troubles to his fellow friends, you just seem to know him better with his emotions

Better than anyone else

So sleepy, but this burts pf motivation is annoyong so much

I'll fix this in the morning LOL

[visionthefox]

I apologize for replying really late, I was busy with some stuff! And I understand! Its fine!

Basically, sun was laying on the couch because new moon forced him to take a break, just to see "moon" saying:"finally, I didn't think he would actually go to sleep so I could have control. Sun was- well, confused af- and well, he tried listening to him to understand what was happening- and "moon" said smt like:"of course you're chattering in your sleep. How about YOU SHUT UP and let me have control?" (I assume he was talking to sun when they havent yet seperated, because he was talking and looking at the ground.) so sun got up to see what was happening while "moon" continued saying:" let me have control of this body for 5 MINUTES."

And sun was like:" dont you already have your own body-?", "moon" quickly replied, "I WISH I HAD, BECAUSE YOU ARE ABLE TO DO STUFF, YOURE THE LIKEABLE ONE EVEN THOUGH YOURE THE MISTAKE" so sun was like:"excuse me?" while "moon", just said:"oh, did I strike a nerve?"

sun in confusion replied:"where did this come from?" though, "moon" said, "maybe from the fact that I NEVER LOVED YOU" (I found this part confusing, since og moon wouldn't think that, I think atleast. Sure, they had argurments and moon was like, if im gonna be honest, moon was abusive in different ways. I could make a whole list on why he is abusive. Though, he still seemed to like.. Care despite the abuse he has done? He confuses me so not sure) "Moon" continued his well, speech I suppose? By saying that he never cared, that all he wanted was to get away. Sun was.. Well, still confused telling "moon" he was just laying on the couch and didn't do anything. But "moon" said:"if you didnt do anything why did you feel like you needed to do everything? Why did you feel like you needed to do EVERYTHING in your miniscule little power to help me when you actually made it worse?"

then "moon" started saying how its suns fault on how he lost his memories, basically blaming him. Saying:"because you toyed with magic. Because you couldn't control yourself. Because you got ANGRY" while sun just quietly said:"what.. This is impossible.." realizing its just an hallucination like bloodmoon, and "moon" straight up said:"does it matter if im real?" and just started putting sun down like he always did. So sun started to rant on how he gets that hes not good as moon and all, but that it doesn't mean hes a mistake. Then "moon" dissapeared.what happend next? Suns hallucination of bloodmoon showed up.

how fun! /sarc

I wont go too deep in this part because then I would be writing a paragraph but basically, bloodmoon started putting sun down just like his hallucination of old moon and sun said that he would have loved to have another sibling but that bloodmoon couldn't be helped or smt like that. After some minutes bloodmoon goes away and sun is left alone, he goes into the castle thingy, idk what to call it, but basically where the rooms are, moons room and suns+plus the playhouse earth used to sleep in and he said:"I didn't enjoy killing them. I didn't enjoy hurting them. I know that- I know that moons not like that either, I just-.. What do I do..? How do I do.. They always keep coming back and talking to me about ALL THIS CRAP! moons different, I never saw him before and now hes just...sometimes I wish I was dead. Atleast MOON got a restart sort of.. I- I still HAVE TO KEEP LIVING WITH THIS! " he well, he started making noises like he was crying,probably trying to stop himself from that. And the last thing he said was:" im cleaning the barrels again.. Its the last thing that keeps me busy nowadays..Its the last thing that keeps me busy nowadays.." so basically, sun is using cleaning as a coping mechanism, because it keeps his MIND busy. And im guessing "og moon" is like, suns instrutive moon speaking because sun does blame himself and will never be free from the guilt.

If there are any spelling mistakes, please ignore them because I don't feel like fixing them and I'm in a bad mood 😅

it took me like 2 minutes to understand this ask sdsadsad I was sooo lost like - did they send me a first part? - then as I read I got it, this is from the show ! alas.. I can see this is just another emotional ep. I .. dont like the fact Sun carry this trauma and stress around, because it means things only got worse, he is now actually alone, at least Lunar would have listented to him, but now? Earth is not aware of the past, (even if! she looked at the whole vids, is not the same as livin the moment- plus im sure her small chip of a brain wont get it(im so mean)) and the new Moon, even if informed of the past, seems to not be aware of how to even relate to Sun, for what I get from your resume! Sun is alone to deal with this, because, who can understand him? who can actually save him? (Monty but the show wont let that happend-) and.. ehh.. idk, seems to odd, too cruel for no reason other that entretaiment, because, why else make a poor robot deal with two dumbass who cant help? meanwhile there is one last robot with braincells, but he's dealing with his own issues.. like dont get me wrong, I love me some pain, I love some cruel stories with Sun, or Moon even! I love to see him in dispair when I know there is some sense to that, the cruel reality of being just a robot, the uncaring humans around, I get it and I love it tho this show.. the lack of any sense in anything makes this just a cruel show of a suffering puppet for us to see.. like is Sun tied up to the plex? cant he just leave like Lunar? why not having actual vacation now that Earth is supposed to take his place? why not be honest to his "new family" ? or right, they are just strangers to him now, how... fun..? really now, his issue actually can be fixed, Monty is still walking around! and Sun damn knows the gator worked with Moon for years for a good reason!so why not go with him? or right "he doesnt like him" blah blah.. eh amma cut my rant here haha - thanks for your time <3

[meeeeeeeep78]

👀 heard you have a n25 au? please use this ask as an excuse to infodump im curious about it!

HI HELLO i have two actually kind of but the main one i’ve been thinking about recently is the one i actually did end up writing a little fic for,, (i guess more accurately the fic was initially a one off thing but then the au sprung from it)

essentially it’s kind of a medieval au thing,, they all live in this kingdom and mafuyu is the princess. ena lives in her fathers art studio, mizuki is a knight and has just been appointed as mafuyu’s bodyguard, and kanade is a rumoured witch of the woods!!

other honourable mentions include akito, who is another knight, and toya, who is the prince of the kingdom next door :)

since it started with a fic and i’m considering writing more this one actually has a bit of a narrative, so i’ll put that here as well if you’re interested!! it’s under the cut

mafuyu’s 18th birthday is coming up, and there’s lots of stuff being prepared for celebration. one of these things is a big old fancy royal portrait, enter ena. it was actually her father who was asked for, but he’s out of the kingdom and ena decides to do it herself. she gets the portrait done, but it feels like something’s missing. she drags mafuyu outside for a breath of fresh air and a change of scenery, and then essentially sneaks her out of the castle grounds to get away from its suffocating atmosphere. for a moment while they’re walking, the real mafuyu slips through, and ena rushes to paint it. however, the sun is setting, and it won’t be long before someone notices their absence. they both return home. ena stays up late finishing the messier portrait from memory, and that’s where the first bit ends.

everything from here hasn’t actually been written and is mostly just planning,,, it’s also very messy and if i ever do get around to writing this all stuffs probably gonna change

as mizuki (and maybe akito?) is/are packing up, they’re summoned to the front of the castle. Mafuyu is going to go pick up a special dress for her birthday, and she needs bodyguards. mizusis tailor shop!!!! flowery wedding dress design, very flowy and nice. Very obviously a wedding dress also. huh that’s wierd. somethingll probably happen either before or after this dunno what yet,, they head back, and mizuki is summoned once more to be debriefed for tomorrow’s proceedings. essentially, they have to make sure mafuyu’s in the new dress, and escort her to the grand hall. if she asks any questions, reveal nothing. it’s supposed to be a surprise, after all!

option 1: mafuyu is woken up in the middle of the night by mizuki, who’s asking her about that prince her mother often brings up. they were sent on a date once, but it was rather awkward. basically, she’s supposed to get married to him in the afternoon. this didn’t sit well with mizuki, who came to warn the princess ahead of time. eventually, they sneak out for a breath of fresh air, and run into ena, who wanted to show mafuyu the new portrait.

option 2: mafuyu makes her way to the grand hall in her dress as instructed, but freezes halfway down the aisle. “haha wow it’s just so beautiful she must be overwhelmed with joy let’s give her a second to gather herself ohmygodmafuyuareyouokayweneedtogetyououtofhere” (mizuki gets them out of there, berates themself for not warning mafuyu)

either way, something something they end up running away to the woods and find kanades humble abode.

don’t really know what’s happens from there, i’ve also only just realized what a mess this whole thing is while writing it all out apologies lol,,, i uhhh idk man idk

[ellakathrinerose1]

The Prey of the night

Warnings: smut, fluff, bdsm, etc

[Prince James of Romania]

I was packing up for the trip with my best friend. We had planned this trip to Romania for years, we'd been stuck in this small Midwestern town and needed a adventure, a escape. I was packing necessities and a few nice outfits. "Do you think I should bring this?" I held up a silk black dress sleevless, v neck. "YES!" She shouted "make sure to pack a sweater or shawl it's gonna be cold for that but no excuse to not be sexy" She chuckled. I shrugged and packed it away with a nice fur jacket.

We went to bed neither of us being able to sleep, we were just too excited. "You wonder if they'll be any vampires in Romania?" You chuckle "I doubt it, I'm sure all the vampires died out a loooong time ago" you both laugh eventually driving off to sleep.

Next morning your both sluggish but excited getting everything ready last minute touch ups to makeup and off to the airport. You arrive and wait patiently to board the plane. You were just scrolling through your phone with your friend when a man walked by with a strong cologne made you look up. It smelled sweet like honey but hard like a campfire. You noticed a well dressed man sitting across the room, he had a suit on and a long coat, long blonde hair and pale skin

You tap your friend "look up Greek God at 3 o clock" your friend looks up and her jaw drops. "You need to get his number!"

"No are you crazy!?"

"What I thought we were gonna live a little on this trip?"

"Yea but I'm sure he's got a girl with those looks"

"Never know unless you ask" She smirked

"Your a bad influence"

You work your courage up and walk over to him he could sense you approaching him so he looked up

"Um hi I was wondering if I could maybe-"

"Get my number?"

"Uh yea haha how'd you know?"

"I could hear you and your friend"

"OH haha well im sorry didn't mean to bother you"

"Your not bothering me beautiful please sit down" he gestures and you sit next to him

"So what are you going to do once you get to Romania?" He asks

"Um not sure probably get our room and relax then we plan on exploring draculas castle and that's about it the rest we'll figure out when we get there"

"Ahh ok well I'd you ladies are interested my friends are throwing a party at another castle a few miles from draculas castle feel free to come on by" he hands her a invitation

"Ahh well thank you I'm sure we'll stop bye for a drink"

"Glad to hear, I'm James btw"

"OH I'm y/n"

"Nice to meet you y/n"

"You too!"

The lady calls for everyone to board the plane you get up and head over to your friend and tell her everything, you grab your stuff and board the plane.

You tried to find James but he was no where to be seen you wondered if he was real or not. You decided to fall asleep and enjoy the plane ride.

You arrive to Romania and head straight to the hotel, you could feel eyes on you the moment you unboarded but didn't let it bother you. The next morning you woke up early to eat breakfast and get ready to go to draculas castle.

You and your friend take a taxi and head that way "I'm so excited it's gonna be beautiful!!"

You smile and say "yes I agree especially with this fall weather."

You arrive and both explore the building and the grounds it takes all day taking pictures and eating the main hall. You remember the invitation and ask your friend if she'd like to go?

"Hmm sounds interesting I think we should"

"Mmm okay, but if I want to leave we leave!"

Your not much of a party person but your more concerned about seeing James again

You arrive to another castle it's very lively lots of beautiful people you decided to wear your black silk dress, hoping to draw James attention. You go inside the music is loud but tastful you find yourself wondering over for a glass of champagne and grab one for your friend.

"So why do you keep looking around" your friend asks

"Uh just taking in the atmosphere"

"Mhmm more like looking for your future fuck buddy James"

"Excuse me I don't plan on him being my fuck buddy, he's just interesting is all"

"Mmhmm that's why I notice you get all flushed when he asked you to sit"

"OK fine I will say he's very attractive but it's not my intention"

Your friend spots herself a victim for her pleasure "hey I'll be over here with this hunk"

You roll your eyes and wonder off exploring finding yourself down a dimly lit hallway looking at the pictures you find one of James

"So you are real" you whisper to yourself

You feel a presence behind you but before you could react you were pinned to the wall

"Hello bunny"

"JAMES! what're you doing you almost gave me a heart attack"

"I know I can hear it"

"What do you mean you hear it?"

"Look y/n...look at my eyes"

His eyes glow red and you feel yourself growing more attracted to him

"No no no there's no way"

"Yes way"

He was a vampire

He showed you his teeth and everything he could do lastly he picked you up and you found yourself intoxicated with hid scent you just couldn't help yourself you laid your lips on his

He went deeper into the kiss while he carried you to his quarters and laid you gently on the bed. You looked up at him nervous being a virgin, did he know?

He started to undress you dress, tights, shoes, bra but he left the panties. He stood for a second admiring your body

"Your a piece of art" he kissed down your neck and chest

He then undressed himself my God he was a Greek God built perfectly

He proceeded to kiss down your stomach then your thighs and legs then working his way back up and started to tease around your clit. He removed the panties and threw them aside.

Your smell was intoxicating he couldn't help himself he dove right in

Licking small circles and sucking on your clit then moving down a bit to your entrance and tounge fucking you.

He brought you closer and closer to ecstasy then you came. But he didn't stop he kept going making you shake and jerk and moan louder and louder.

He stopped and worked his way up kissing your lips and sucking on your neck

He brought his member to your entrance and slowly teased it making you whimper and beg

"Your being such a good bunny for me" he whispered in your ear while he entered himself into you.

He moaned a bit

"God your soo tight, it's almost as if you've never- your a virgin aren't you?"

You shook your head yes fully of shame

"That's okay bunny I'll be gentle"

He started slow and but you found yourself craving more you bucked your hips and bit his lip he started to go faster he kissed your neck and was leaving trails of hickeys behind.

He grew closer and closer to coming but he wasn't quiet ready yet he stopped

"Wait whyd you stop?"

"I have a important question for you"

"Sure what's up"

"Would you like to be with me for all eternity?"

Omg he was wanting to make you a vampire

"Yes!" You just blurted it out without thinking

He smiled and bit your neck this time drawing blood. He continued to pump inside you while drinking your blood you felt yourself coming again you came squeezing around him and bringing him to cum.

He healed up your bite mark and you both lay there breathless holding eachother and drifting off to sleep.

[Pt 2 coming soon]

[thegeminisage]

i've decided to start in central hyrule & work my way outward re: shrines & seeds. reason: i am weak af and if i do this i will collect materials along the way which will help me upgrade my armor, or at least give me something i can cook and/or sell, and seeds and shrines will help me with weapons/health/stamina. win/win/win if collecting korok seeds doesnt make you wanna end it all

obviously i am gonna have to do this in Small Doses. i'm thinking every x number of seeds/every area i stop and do one of the sidequests in my backlog to keep it interesting

i'm on the other island next to hyrule castle looking for the chasm the map swears is here. i'm starting to wonder if i cant sneak into hyrule castle via these, even though there's a wall, because there's a deep spot on the other one. i am not <3 going to find out

so it is Not here. i can't find any sort of cave entrance or anything it could be in, like the other one...does it unlock later...? is this too part of the fifth sage quest

eigh the hyrule castle music coming it. stop i know i know im too close!!!! such different vibes from the deceptively peaceful central hyrule of botw...

IF OUND THE CAVE!!! ANOTHER FROX!!!!!!! i'm scared!!!!!!!!!!

OH EWWWW WHEN YOU'RE IN THE AIR IT TRIES TO CATCH YOU IN ITS MOUTH THAT IS SO GROSSSSS

i used. almost literally. every weapon i had left. i have like a fire wand a mining stick and two shitty swords. what the fuck what the fuuuck

luckily there's a lightroot like right here. i saw it when i got in but i was Uh. busy.

well there is fuck all else down here so now my new priority is finding weapons. i know lookout landing has some...hinoxes usually carry good ones...AUGHGHGH

god the ones here SUUUCK i am in such trouble.

i cant fight a hinox with no weapons...so thats out

maybe a construct camp...? i could start in the great sky islands. literally back 2 basics

luckily i still have lots of arrows and many good strong bows, so i can use that to my advantage

took out a construct camp. got one (1) Pretty Good sword

okay, with some fusing i now have 2 pretty good swords, one pretty decent sword, and two shitty ones, plus a fire rod, mining stick, and...an actual stick, that i picked up off the ground, just in case. i think i can work with this

landed in the deya village ruins! i've been wanting to poke around here actually...then i'll get back to central hyrule lol

very nostalgic...this is where i got my first blood moon in botw...since it was already night, the ruins were creeping me out, they remind me of a spooky location in okami. and i had no idea what was happening when the sky went red and the music changed because i hadn't seen the red moon rise, i was looking at the ground!! it really freaked me out lol, i'll always remember it

yooo there's a shrine in this well!!!!!

there's a talus down here KICKING my ass. his little thingy is on his back and i never know how to defeat those 😭

I MISS STASIS >:(

got him. jesus fuck

on the bright side this is another cool thing to add to my weapons. my supply is refilling itself rather nicely

back in central hyrule and i found a little island absolutely COVERED in flint and arrows. environmental storytelling.........not sure WHAT story they're telling but i see them telling it

OHHH my god. when i was flying over. some gloom hands just. SPAWNED BENEATH ME. TOTALLY SOUNDLESSLY. AND NOW I'M STUCK UP HERE BC IF I GET DOOOWWWWWN

this is the thing. this is the thing. when i said "guardians are scarier" i'm not implying these motherfuckers are not scary. bc they are. but u have to understand my first encounter w guardians was a complete and total surprise. just, bam, piano, YOU'VE BEEN SPOTTED, the sheer terror of fleeing for cover

but the hands. everyone talked about the hands before i got there. i saw them spawn down at the bottom of the labyrinth at a good distance away. i had time to absorb what was coming and it was not remotely a surprise

and then they spawned in the dark, without a single sound

and then they spawned UNDERNEATH ME, without a single sound

THERE IS NOT EVEN MUSIC PLAYING RIGHT NOW. EVERYTHING JUST WENT SILENT.

these are the antithesis of guardians. a guardian will scream its presence at you and the scream makes you wanna duck and cover. the hands will be killing you before you even know they're there. anytime anywhere no warning whatsoever. it's apples and oranges. they're both fucking scary

anyway i can't get down from here.

i can't get down and i do not want to fight them I Do Not Want To I Do Not Want To I DO NOT WANT TO

if i wait long enough, will they despawn...?

ok no. i gotta go for it. im so scared

went for it, made it, barely. the music didn't start but they looked up with their horrible eyes and they were on their way to me. i went over a hill and i stopped hearing the sound effects and now i hear normal music again but i sort of have to go that way a teensy bit to get ym korok seed and i'm too scared. what if they're still there! when do they despawn!

ok. i'm gonna go for it and if i see even a hint of them i'll fast travel away >:(

absolutely zero signs of them of COURSE it's way too far away but some chuchus jumped out at me and scared me shitless

at least guardians don't keep scaring you AFTER THEYRE GONE. theyre def cooler tho

okay i have to quit now bc it's bedtime and also for my own mental wellbeing. EUGH those hands!!!!!

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

The pie family backstory

*when bloods aunt twilight sparkle met eclipse she felt happy then everything changed*

Blood: *yawns teleporting downstairs pouring some blood coffee*

Twilight: hello nephew

Blood: *uses his right vampire wing to flip her off* wat u want aunty

Twilight: still call me aunty huh heheh i still remember when ur mom tried to hide u and ur brother from the others but i knew wat was going on

Blood: of course u did aunty u know everything

Twilight: at as much then u blood because u r the almighty dead god now i still remember ur first magic burst from ur fathers side about destroyed ponyville that day but wat doesn't make sense is this how do u still have draconequus magic is disocrd still alive

Blood: he's in hell aunty he's not getting out any time soon

Twilight: i hope ur right blood all we need is ur father coming back and taking u away again.....

Blood: *pours more of his blood coffee* i know aunty but my father isn't escaping for years

Twilight: ok but where's ur mom i need to talk to her

Blood: basement

Twilight: ah yes the basement *teleports down in the basement* pinkie?

Pinkamena: hi Twilight wats up *pulls out some cupcakec* cupcake?

Twilight: sure wait who did u bake into these?

Pinkamena: uh there normal ones im not that evil twilight hehehe

Twilight: hmmm *takes a cupcake eating it* huh red velvet?

Pinkamena: mhm i love red velvet cupcakec so rich mmmmm

Twilight: ur right it is rich taste but i need blood to come to my castle and help me and eclipse with something

Pinkamena: I'll talk to him is that all?

Twilight: no can i have another cupcake their so good pink

Pinkamena: there always good twilight *gives her another red velvet cupcakec* here

Twilight: *eats it* mmmmmm soo good take care pink *teleports back home* eclipse?

Eclipse: is he coming?

Twilight: don't worry he'll be here

Blood: *teleports behind eclipse*

Eclipse: ugh he better make before our date love

Twilight: don't worry *giggles* he's more likely already here *tries not to laugh*

Eclipse: he better be *turns jumping at the site of blood* u asshole

Blood: shut up now wat do u two need?

Eclipse: we need more power blood just in case something happens to u

Blood: *rolls his eyes* that's not gonna happen tho so no worries don't worry about it

Eclipse: blood we want to be safe plz?

Blood: no

Twilight: but blood plz we don't know how long god is gonna stay with u

Blood: ask her then u fuckin shithead

Eclipse: hey take that back u unholy dick

Blood: *gets in eclipse face* make me bitch boy just because ur dating my aunt doesn't mean u can but in withbmy family now back off and know ur place *his eyes go pure light*

Eclipse: *looks down*

Blood: now aunty do i need to remind u who who gave u ur immediately again?

Twilight: .........

Eclipse: *tackles blood beating on him* why won't u help us!!!!!!!!

Blood: *headbutts eclipse breaking his nose pushing him off* because ur weak u can't handle this magic u want so badly

Twilight: then teach us how to control it

Blood: *sighs* fine first lesson begin now *throws eclipse at twilight* fight me and feel the power u so dearly want

Twilight: *gets up cracking her neck* fine my move nephew *teleports at blood attacking him*

Eclipse: wat the? *feels the ground shaking looking at blood and twilight fight* wat is this power? *tries to stay focused on blood and twilight*

Blood: *grabs twilight diving down super fast*

Eclipse: wat is he doing?

Blood: *crashes to ground hard almost killing them both*

Eclipse: oh shit

*a dust cloud surround the whole area*

Eclipse: oh fuck...... *runs to twilight and blood* twilight!!!!????

Blood: ur turn *grabs eclipse by his throat with his magic* let's see how long u can last without dieing shall we? *tighten his magic grip on eclipse throat*

Eclipse: b-blood pl-lz h-ha-ave me-ercy........

Twilight: ahhhh *stabs blood with her horn*

Blood: ahhh *drops eclipse breaking off twilight horn stabbing her back multiple times* I'll give u both credit ur lasting pretty*

Eclipse: *slowly gets up stabbing blood with his horn*

Blood: ahhh.... u wanted stabbed too huh?! *breaks off eclipse horn stabbing him back multiple times getting* now both of u tap into ur hidden power do it now *lift them both up slowly crashing their skulls* use ur pain against urselfs do it now

Twilight: ahhhhh *feels her heart beat fading* b-babe........ ahhhh

Eclipse: ahhhh *reaches for twilight as her head exploded* twilight!!!!!!!!!

Blood: awe..... she couldn't tap into her hidden magic but can u? *squeezes his head more seeing blood gushing out* come on tap before u die

Eclipse: ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!! Twilight!!!!!!!!!!

*a flash came and blinded blood blowing him back*

Blood: prefect

Twilight eclipse: *they fused together but something went wrong* ugh wat happened where we babe u ok? yeah ugh my head is killing

Blood: oh no.....there memory it's gone..... shit *tackles them teleporting them to a different realm* may u two be safe till i regain ur lost memories......

Tag for @asktwilighteclipse

[autocann1bal]

part three of my playlist analysis!!

part 1 &lt;- part 2 <- back into the pit we go!!

therese - maya hawke kipps?? trying to rizz up lucy?? lockwood thinks not he comes to the rescue 'therese does not belong to you/the horses, cars, and cowboys do' type beat (ps ik what the song is about its for locklyle purposes)

youre somebody else - flora cash imagine how different norrie would be if she came back :) atlantis - seafret oh my god lucy is losing her SHIT after a more intense case where lockwood almost died (again) and they had gotten in a fight just before he put himself in immediate danger and shes just sitting on her bed thinking about it and how if he died the last words she said to him wouldve been harmful. shootout - izzamuzzic eepy vibes after a talk that lasted late into the night. apocalypse - cigarettes after sex this is self explanatory methinks?. tried - beabadoobe hes so tired of living. he just wants to rest [read as: die] lucy said no. they talk for hours one day, george is also there chiming in at appropriate times, they all fall asleep on lockwoods bed and lucy wakes up before the rest of them to make tea and brings it back to the room and they talk more :). telephone - waterparks au where lucy was on fittes team before joining lockwood and co and theyre btoh just watching eachother from afar for a bit <33. cough it out - the front bottoms the repeated 'i am delusional with love' is so both of them :( they both think the other one doesnt like them back. headache - rigby this could be both lockwood and lucy feeling like theyre weighing the other/the team down. it fits very well with either of them. god must hate me - catie turner very much stemming from lucy's in depth descriptions of her insecurities in the books, especially about "not being as pretty as other girls". (this doesnt relate to the song but the fact that we're outside of her head for the show is so nice because we can see that lockwood has literally been head over heels for her since the beginning and he loves her just the way she is). fool - frankie cosmos lockwood feels like he'll never be able to have her. he thinks shes to good for him :(. haunt me 3x - teen suicide lockwood braiding lucys hair after a panic attack, it helps him feel grounded <33 (im so unoriginal im sorry). listen before i go - billie eilish im not even gonna explain this one. figure it out. your hint is: lockwood. anyone else but you - the moldy peaches theyre so perfect for eachother. they dont even think other people are attractive because theyre so engulfed in their love for one another. i want what they have. funny you should ask - the front bottoms the in between stage before they where together and lockwood is. being angsty as usual. style - taylor swift THEY NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE!!!!! back to the old house 2011 remaster - the smiths lucy talking about the town she grew up in, telling lockwood about her mom, about her friends, more about norrie, about everyone else. shes crying, hes crying, george is crying. theyre all crying and drinking tea. leni (crystal castles vs goodbooks) - goodbooks, crystal castles mmm yes i sense yet another lucy panic attack in the shower after a rough job where lockwood put himself in direct danger once again. iris - the goo goo dolls oh my GODDD ITS SO LOCKWOOD 'id give up forever to touch you' WITH HIS LITTLE 'forever is composed of nows' ON THE THINKING CLOTH PLEASE LUCY MEANS SO MUCH TO HIM. brazil - declan mckenna them being Teenagers TM beach episode edition just imagine them all playing in the water at a nice beach on vacation (obv they arent still in the uk bc their beaches are Sad but like they went somewhere with nice beaches for a well deserved vacation. does london fall to shit without them? probably!! do they care? no!!). jesus this is such a ridiculously long series i am so so sorry go to part 4!!

[pidgefudge]

yay yippee ok heres a list of all the things i think i should probably explain (and can explain)

- japan's mario 2 was basically the first game with much harder levels and i think slightly different physics but don't quote me on that. anyway rather than releasing that to the western market the devs decided to instead take doki doki panic (a different japanese platformer that was heavily inspired by mario) and change it up a bit and swap the player characters for mario and co and call it good which is why 2u plays quite differently (holding items, multiple characters, new cast of enemies) however later on the snes they made super mario all stars which is a collection of remakes of the nes games and they threw in a 2j remake called the lost levels

- 7-2 is the final level of the game and it's normally superrrr long but you can do a clip pretty early on and skip a sizable chunk of the level (it drops you into a birdo fight where you're supposed to kill her to get a key but due to glitch magic the key isn't tied to her so you can just grab it and go)

- gonna knock out two birds with one stone and explain framerules with the bus analogy bc it's genuinely good lmao. ok so you know how at the end of a mario level he goes down the flagpole and into a little castle? well imagine that castle is a bus stop and the bus arrives every 21 frames (the length of a framerule) mario could get there on the 1st frame or the 5th frame or the 17th frame but he'll still leave at the same time bc he has to wait for the bus. therefore the only way to save time is by reaching the castle on an earlier framerule so mario can take an earlier bus. this ALSO means that you don't have to play the level perfectly because as long as you get there during the target framerule you're still good (none of this applies to 8-4 btw bc that's the last level and time ends on touching the axe -> every frame counts and it's already super hard so that just makes it worse shfkshf)

- ive only watched the video once so i don't remember perfectly how the potion thing works but. basically throughout the levels theres a bunch of vegetables in the ground that you can pull up and throw at enemies but somewhere in each level theres a potion hidden in the ground. when you throw the potion it creates a doorway to. i don't wanna say a subworld bc it looks more like a dark alternate dimension of the overworld?? idk man but i think the intended use for the potion is you throw it in a certain spot and the other world has a special thing i forgor. but none of that matters because for the glitch you enter the doorway and immediately leave and on the first frame of getting back to the overworld you pick up an object. this puts the object in a glitched state where it's invisible and floating above your head but you're not really holding it so you can pick up another object at the same time. the thing is that the glitched object can travel with you through doors which normal held objects don't do so you can bring it into the birdo fight which im gonna explain in a new bullet point this one is getting long

- birdo! that pink yoshi looking thing! except in this game she can also be red and white. a bunch of levels have birdo fights and how you normally do them is you wait around for her to shoot eggs from her snout situation and then pick them up and throw them back at her (other colors shoot eggs faster and/or shoot fireballs and eggs) speedrunners don't like waiting so instead of doing that you bring that glitched held object into the fight and throw it at her and as it bounces it gets all the hits on her and it's basically a one-shot

- blue toad is the most used character because he runs faster when holding an object but sometimes you need luigis high jump and once you need peach's float though the guy that made the video discovered a new glitch that might get rid of her one time to shine oops. and then there's one level you need mario because you just need an average jumping ability

- i guess i should also explain TASing shfkdjf it stands for tool-assisted speedrun and it's where you can use a special program to input commands frame by frame so you can do glitches that are too precise for humans and figure out consistent setups for tricks and a bunch of other cool stuff

you should tell me about video games :]

VIDEO GAMES video games i love video games ����🥰🥰 so the other day i was watching a video on super mario bros 2u (as in the us version) (the whole doki doki panic reskin business) (and not 2j) (the japanese mario 2) (aka the lost levels) (which werent released in the west until mario all stars) (anyway) all levels world record and i did NOT realize just how broken that game is. i mean it makes total sense it's a retro mario game lol but still it was wilddd i already knew about the massive 7-2 clip which is still really funny to me somehow but i learned a bunch of new things like how the rockets that pop up occasionally operate on FRAMERULES which means BUS TIME i love when imagine a bus works its way into completely different runs but anyway. like. the whole frame perfect item pickup with the. potion world place (i forgot what it's called) was super cool and using it to get several hits on birdo at once is genius??? and that level where he bounced the mushroom block off of the egg and also peach i love that. ya generally the movement was SO impressive especially the digging and ladder jumps very satisfying to watch. also shoutouts to the one (1) level he plays as mario. blue toad (and incidental luigi) supremacy 🫡

logically the next game to tackle is mario 3 and i have watched a few isofrieze videos on various aspects of it (retro game mechanics explained my beloved im too stupid to stay on the drift but by god can i catch it) (literally the only incentive for me to get into cs is for glitch hunting purposes that sounds so fun) (agh i should look into tasing tools sometime!!! tasing is sooo cool) but the speedrunning part scares me for some reason maybe bc it's pretty popular. but its ok i can just wait for the kosmic video if he does one im assuming he'll do one. or maybe bismuth has one i should check actually but i cant think of bismuth without feeling compelled to rewatch the entire 5 hour sm64 abc video help me

[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

Hey! I was wondering if I could request a fic with frank castle.

One where he is a brute (as usual) and friendish enemies to lovers.

Until the reader gets hurt and he has to take care of her. He’s a real softie.

And if it’s not to much. He doesn’t confess love. They stare at wachtgeld and just kiss?

I know it’s a lot but it would make me SO incredibly happy.

XX

Happy new year and hope you’re in good health

Punching The Bag

Hi love, happy new year to you too, and so freaking thanks for requesting, i really hope you gonna like this, i worked a lot on it. Im not 100 percent satisfied with it, but it turned out okay. Warning it's long. Really long. Tell me if you want me rewrite it, with a different scenario, i will make that happen. And feel free to request anytime you have an idea, right now im taking Frank Castle and Matthew Murdock reqs.

Just a heads up, i'm not a native English speaker, so you might find incorrect grammar or something.

Frank Castle x reader

Warnings: blood, injuries, guns, fighting

The rhythmical sound of your knuckles hitting the bag is music to your ears. The gym is empty, just the way you like it. No curious stares, hushed whispers behind your back, gosh you hate them so fucking much. Yeah, you are not a natural fighter. A gun in your hand feels way more familiar, but you need to make something out of your fist too. You have to admit, that jealousy is the part of the reasons you are here, so freaking late, beating the shit out of a lifeless thing.

You watched Frank take down men with his bare hands like it's nothing. Just the thought of such a strength made you hate and admire him at the same time. A lot of man is capable of such thing, but damn he was so good at it. He beats you at the fight scene, and surely beats you at the shooting range.

Both of you have reasons to do what you do. His might be more grievous than yours, but still, you have every right to be where you are. Sometimes he forgets that, thinking your presence on the battlefield is just a distraction. On those days, you fight like an old married couple, not even hearing what the other one is saying, screaming so loud not caring who's witnessing the scene. And somehow you still manage to work together, there are no really another choice. You provide information, he provides muscle. At the end of the day, both of you get what you want. Names, places, dates, answers.

Today, is a bad day. He didn't pissed you off, didn't made your life a little bit more miserable, no. He was nowhere to be found. Nothing. He started the day with the gym, was there after lunch, matter of fact, he would so annoyed right now, that you are punching the exact bag he usually likes to assault, just in the time he likes to be there. His absence is more than alarming to you, so you went to the gym, thinking he has to be there. But no.

You thought he would show up, be mean, tell you to fuck off, go home, and let him take out his anger alone. It's been hours. At least two, and you are sure you missed him, he must have decided to stay home. Or he's dead.

Just as you swing the last hit, you hear the door open. A smile creeps up to your face. Finally, it was about time you asshole.

You turn around, more than ready to face him, because ohh he's gonna be pissed. The smile quickly dies off of your cheeks. It's not him. The man stares blankly at you, a calculated smile appearing, showing teeth like an animal.

"We are closed for the night, come back in the morning!" You say simply, trying not to show any type of emotion besides boredom. The act of i don't give a shit. But you give a shit about the man in front of you, whom you never met, never saw here before, and somehow got in, and you clearly remember locking the back door after you let yourself in. This is bad. Shit.

You casually lean to the side, grabbing the water bottle near on the ground, watching the dude in the corner of your eye.

"I'm sorry, i just saw the lights are on, thought i can relieve some stress."

His voice drips with honey, sounds sincere, but his face, gosh his face tells another story. His eyes roam up and down you body, checking your surroundings. He's looking for something. Or someone.

"You alone?"

"No, i'm not alone, my friend here, he has stomach problems, he's pro..."

Your sentence caught in your throat, as another man appears behind him. His gaze locking at you immediately, not caring for the other one at all. You grip your bottle in your hand, trying so hard to think this over. Anything you do or say after this, they will know you know. Hell, they already know you are not dumb enough to believe they just stumbled upon this gym.

"I saw you before here, i remember you talking to that ex marine. What's his name?" The new guy says, circling on your right side, the other one moving the left side, his hand disappearing behind his back. No fucking way this happening.

"I don't know any military douchebag, so why don't you get lost? As i said, this gym is closed." Your words has an edge, warning them the last time to drop this. Whatever their play is.

"You know very well we won't leave this place. Unless you know where he is." The one on your left side speaks up, having enough of the acting.

"I'm sure i saw you with him the other day. Looked like you are pretty close to him, don't you?"

You lips pressed together, legs rooted in the same spot. Both of them on your sides, one hand visible only, the other one probably on the cool metal of a handgun. You have no weapon on you. Nothing. Just your bare hands.

They knew Frank would be here. At least they thought, because he's here all the time. They probably watched him for a while, and for sure they saw you with him. They came here, expecting to be Frank to punching his anger and frustration away. But here you are, the only time you decided to come here in the middle of the night.

On your left, you see a slight but quick movement, and you sprung into action. The bottle in your hand flies to the man, distracting him for just a little bit, his gun aiming next to you. Shots are fired, behind you, and in front of you. You cant even comprehend your thought process, you go with you instinct, using everything you ever learned about self defense.

A bullet flies next to you, but you only can focus on the threat that lies beyond. Gun pointing at your head, finger seconds away from pulling the trigger. But you are close enough, close enough for that trick. Your left palm grabbing the barrel, pushing it upwards as it goes off, feeling it's breeze on the top of your head. Your right hand hitting the dude's wrist, the push causing him to let go of the gun just for a little bit. That's all you need, before you connect you knee with his crotch. He screams out loud, a small victory of adrenaline rushing through you like a drug.

But that wildfire of adrenaline couldn't drown out completely the pain that hits your side, sharp pain, soothed with warmness. Your minds blocked off the shots that are being fired at you, and now it's louder than anything you ever heard. Your fist flies to the guy's jaw, knocking him over just enough to move away, before he regains his composure. Your attention turns to the other one, but it's cut short, a hand grabs you by the neck, knocking you down to the cold ground.

A sharp intake of breath isn't enough to your lungs, and the second you try to move, fingers dug deep into the gash on you side. An inhuman groan escapes you, feeling the warm blood pressing out of the wound, flesh twisting and turning to the assault of the hand.

"Now tell me darling, where is Frank Castle, and i promise i can make this quick for you. You decide." His face is in yours, the other man standing over you, weapon pointing at your head.

Fingers digging into your injury, the other pressing you throat closer to the floor. You can't manage words, just a pathetic wheeze, gasping for air.

You smile a little, accepting the faith life handed to you. There are no chance you giving up anything on Frank. You'll die happy, knowing you did your part, and he would do his, fulfilling not only his revenge, but yours too. Even if your part of this is only buying him some time.

A fist collides with your nose, a cracking noise ringing in your ears, feeling the blood trickling down on your cheeks. Fucking hell that hurt. Your sense of surroundings fades as the pain works in your whole skull, and you almost think the gunshot you hear is just your mind tricking you. But the hand replaced with a boot on your neck, pressure increasing with every millisecond. You feel the ground slightly shaking at your feet, voices barley reaching you as the haze of the pain numbs you momentary.

"You take another step, and i swear i break her neck in half."

You open your eyes, seeing the man above you, gun in his hand, but not looking at you. His attention is somewhere else in the room, but you can't look, his leg blocking the view.

As reality comes back slowly to you, you feel the air thicken by the second, as the man stares, you can see his hands trembling on the cold steel, his finger on the trigger twitching. He's scared, his chest raising and falling heavy.

Your hear steps, echoing back from the gym walls, just as your punches did ten minutes ago. Confident and determined steps, and you know it's him. Has to be him. However you try, you can't move your head, the foot on you won't bulge, keeping you in a choke hold.

"Have it your way Castle" is all you hear, before the boot lifts up, you track the underfoot's pattern, distancing from your body. Air fills you lungs, your neck hurts more without the pressure, breathing burns your insides. The relief comes quick, and terror quicker, seeing the foot speed towards you again, the man shooting his gun, and so does Frank. You flinch as the man's head drops back, bullet hitting his forehead. He collapses next to you, not touching you again.

You finally move your head, every muscle screaming, but it's all more tolerable as you see him. In his regular gym clothes, a dark hoodie on him, sweatpants and a sneaker. All in his glory.

You sigh. "I want to punch you in the face so bad"

Your voice hoarse, barley working.

He scoffs, he can't believe you have energy to be sassy. He's by your side before you know it, eyes searching for injuries he might have missed, god knows how long those guys cornered you before he got here.

Face laced with concern and anger. The two emotion is battling on his features, and you drowning in it, you could die in it, but his gaze falls on the dead body next you, and other at your foot, which you just realize is there.

The world starts to spin as you lift you head up, a groan escapes you, oh you are gonna have a hell of a week after this.

His palm catches the back of your head, his touch careful but firm.

'C'mon sweetheart." The tone is so low, giving you the goosebumps. Whenever he calls you sweetheart, he tries to get under your skin, getting on your nerves. But now, it's just sounds comforting, the familiarity to it makes you ease up to him.

He helps you up, you can't hold back the cry as pain sweep through you, Frank freezes in his tracks.

"Is it your side? Did they hit you anywhere else?" He asks, holding you up while trying not to hurt you more.

"I don't think so." You say, barely above a whisper.

Your whole body weight is on him, but he doesn't make a sounds. You hear his irregular breath, the blood rushing in your ears, and the quietness spreading over the whole gym space. He doesn't say a word, and neither are you.

As you reach the office, he puts you down on the chair behind the desk, your head falls back on the comfortable headrest as soon as his palm leaves you skin. You feel him moving around in the small space, rattling with boxes and objects you can't recognize by the sound. You head snaps back when you feel his close proximity, he's sitting on another chair, dragged close to yours. The little lamp on the desk is on, giving you the spotlight. He reaches for your t-shirt that sticks to your skin like it's glued down. He slowly lifts it up, revealing the nasty gash just above your right hip. You look down at it, but all you can see is red flesh, coated with thick blood.

"Don't look at it." He commands, and your eyes flicker up at his posture. A med kit is spread open on the desk next to him, tools already in his hands.

"What are you doing?" You ask, like it's not obvious.

"You need stitches." A couple of minutes ago you saw so much emotion on him, now it's just void. You stare at him, trying not to focus on the pain in your side, and then in your nose when you scrunch it up in discomfort. You hold onto the desk so tightly you break all your nails into it, the other one in a fist just hanging at your side.

Frank works soundless and fast, but when the needle hits your skin, you grab onto his shoulder, steadying yourself with the contact.

"I fucking hate needles."

"I know." he whispers, not glancing away from your skin.

You never seen him like this. You never saw him touching someone else, besides the occasional pat on the back. You saw him punch a bag, break an arm, treating his own injuries like an itchy spot, but this is new. His fingers work delicately, paying attention to any reaction you give, giving you space and time, when he feels you can't take it. It's just a couple of stitches, it's not a big deal, you thought. But the needle in your flesh made you dizzy and nauseous.

"You know you could have called." He finally lift his eyes, meeting yours, searching for what do you mean by that exactly. "Just to know you are alive or something."

You hate yourself to admit, but you were on edge all day, and you were frustrated with him too much to keep your mouth shut. He gives you a half smile, then he returns to the task on your side.

"But i can see you were busy." You lift your fingers to his face, tracking the new cut on his eyebrow he probably collected during the day. He's not fazed from your touch, but it's the most you have ever got. You thought he would scold you, flinch away, brush your fingers off, but nothing. His focus continues to be on your injury.

"What were you doing here Y/N?" He asks, his voice not fitting the big bad Punisher you know very well. Soft and curious, tired.

"I was thinking you might be here. I wanted to give you a hard time for not giving life signals." You sound defeated, and to be honest, you are. Physically and emotionally. You just want to get over with this nurse play he's doing, and go home, have a drink or two, and pass out. He's quiet again, and damn it's making you go feral.

"Damnit Frank! Fucking say something." As you let the rage out, your fist collide with the desk, tears pricking your eyes as fury washes over you accompanied with pain. "Damnit Frank..." Soft sobs erupts from you, the hand that hit the desk with so much power, now hides your eyes in shame and tiredness from Frank. You feel weak and ashamed for letting your guard down, in front of him at the top of that.

Frank's fingers pulls your hand from your face, reveling a very broken looking you. You try to look away, staring at the door he dragged you in, tears clouding your vision, they drop down on your face as rain.

"Look at me sweetheart." You give in, his face is beat up, purple and red spots all over his perfect features you hate and love so much at the same time. He smiles a little bit, an encouraging smile, his hand nears you again, touching your face smudging the blood on your lips. His eyes scanning your features, not missing any spot, and you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, and you fear he can feel it on his fingertips.

"Your nose is broken" He states, as his pointing finger and thumb slides up and down on either side of your nose. You sigh, closing your eyes, thinking about all the way you can kill him right now, this moment. And with that in your head, he cracks your nose in place, making you almost scream out from the sudden pain shooting up to your brain. Now you are really going to kill him.

"Fucking hell Frank, a warning would have been nice. Jesus." You groan, clutching the center of your face.

He actually laughs, and you can't help the death stare you give him. The laugh isn't reaching his eyes tho, still laced with concern and fear. If he has any. So you just look at the beautiful brown eyes, the eyes you would die and live for. And you almost died today.

You just stare at each other, faces not showing too much, words dead in your throats, bodies still as rock. Minutes pass like this. Your body feels the pull towards him, and he's freaking aware of it, cause out of the blue, his body lunges towards you, hands cupping your face. You feel his heat, breath on your face as your eyelids close automatically, before his lips catches yours.

He tastes like blood mixed with mint, hunger and satisfaction, life and death. The kiss is soft and slow, neither of you hurry to end it, just enjoying the sensations that the other can offer.

Your hand grabs into his shoulder, keeping him close, you fear he's going to disappear after this, nursing you back to a somewhat health, and leaving you hanging here. You are a burden to him, and he is a burden to you.

He's the first to pull back, a sharp intake signals he needed to breath, and you practically gasp for air when the warmness of his lips leaves. Your eyes are closed, basking in the feeling of him on you, just a little bit, before the moment is ruined. And Frank is right on cue with that, the needle is back again under your skin, you hiss at the sudden sting.

"Shhhhhit."

"I'm sorry." He mumbles, finishing off the stitches, the gash is now a tightly shut wound, you look like you stepped out of a low budget horror movie. There is a hint of smile on his face, eyes focusing on the last touches, covering the injury with gauze.

"No you aren't." One of his eyebrows lift up, as he looks at you, straight in the eye, challenging you in some way. "Way to ruin the moment" You admit, you can't just pretend that his lips crushing into yours didn't affected you.

"You know i'm all about the romance, darling" A cocky smirk plastered on on his lips, and you surrender as you mirror him, trying to collect yourself from this hellish of a night.

"You okay?" He suddenly switches into a serious tone, not the teasing one you used to.

"What is a broken nose and a little scratch to me?" You laugh, if you are lucky, he believes it for tonight. You don't even believe yourself at the moment. His eyes travel down to your neck, a nasty bruise is probably already showing around the delicate skin, and you you he's gonna store this picture in his head for a long time, before he can forgive himself. "It's not your fault Frank"

"You were seconds away from death, Y/N. Or something worse." Your head burns and aches from all the emotions he displayed in the last couple of minutes, while you can't even track yours properly.

"Stop it Frank. Just..." You press your palm to your forehead, yearning for a relief from the pressure in your brain. "I knew what i'm signing up for, when i met you. I'm not delusional, i'm not stupid. So can we skip this part, please?"

He lets his head hung low, elbows resting on his knees, the needle he used on you still in his hands, playing with the tiny metal in between his fingers. You lift his chin up, caressing the unshaven skin with your thumb, slightly touching his lower lip. He lets you, he's not protesting. As the perfect angle comes, you crush your lips with his. The power of hitting your nose to his face making you groan into his mouth,his tongue slipping right next to yours in the process. His taste filling you again, savoring it for later. You share a heated kiss, way more shorter than before. He breaks it again, and you pout, not caring if he sees it. He lick his lips, collecting himself for a second, before standing up, and slipping his arm behind your back.

"Let's get you home, sweetheart." Yes, that's a fucking good idea.

[strawberry-jammers]

One Year

a dreamsmp x reader where a young (y/n) wants to rebuild an old old kingdom before they hace to be crowned to rule over their parents kingdom. with the help of their friends and a couple of servents, they hope to rebuild it all withought their parent knowing about it.

part 2

part 1/?

masterlist

The lovely @acidicvolt edited this!

the pronouns are he/him till age 17 where they're they/them

word count:4,400

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Age 9:

(y/n) ran around the castle with his friend Tommy, holding a bunch of flowers in our hands. 

“Where's he at!?” Tommy yelled, looking into every room. “Calm down! We’ll find him!!” he says, still running ahead of him. “Come on slowpoke!!” Tommy looked at (y/n), running quickly after seeing him far ahead of himself. 

“COME BACK HERE!!” (y/n) laughed, running further ahead.

(y/n) ran into the garden, coming across Techno and Wilbur. They were practicing with swords today, as to where they would normally practice hand to hand combat.

He ran up to Techno, who wasn't doing much as they were just starting another round. (Y/n) ran into Techno’s hip, making him wobble slightly. 

“Heh? What are you doing kid? Aren't you supposed to be with your parent?” he shook his head, grabbing some of the flowers that he dropped. 

“Nope! Mama Eret said I was allowed to hang out with Tommy today!” (y/n) says, smiling up at the tall man. 

“(y/nnnnn)!! You left me behind!!” he pouts, dropping some of the flowers (y/n) forced him to carry. 

“Tommy, you're dropping them!!” he says, running over to pick them up. 

“Well so where are you!!” 

The two friends bicker, picking up and dropping flowers as they talk. Wilbur walks over to pick up the fallen ones they can't seem to hold. 

“Both of you are dropping flowers. Why do you need them anyway?'' Wilbur asks, looking at the two 10 year olds. (y/n) smiled, running up to Techno again. 

“Techy we wanna braid your hair!!” he says, smiling up at him. Tommy runs over and smacks the other upside the head. 

“YOU wanted to braid his hair! Don't drag me into this!” 

(y/n) holds his head, nearly crying. 

“Tommy, don't hit your friends!!” Wilbur says, picking up the small child. 

“Put me down Wilby!!” Tommy says, thrashing his arms and legs. 

“Did you just call me Wilby!?” 

“Maybe I did!!”

Techno looked at (y/n) as the two brothers argued. He looked up at him as well. “This is why we don't have siblings.” (y/n) nods, dropping a flower or two. 

“So, you wanted to braid my hair?” the young boy smiles. 

“Wait can i!?''

Techno sighs, nodding. He smiles, walking over to the marble bench they had. The boy sat on the bench, ushering for Techno to sit in front of him. “Ugh, kids.” 

(y/n) laughed as Techno walked over to him, sitting in front of the bench. Techno took his hair out of the loose bun it was originally in, handing him the string that was holding it together. The younger smiled, taking it and sectioning his hair to start the braid. 

Tommy and Wilbur looked over to see them. (y/n) was peacefully humming a small tune that went nowhere, while Techno had his eyes closed humming a small beat.  Tommy thrashed some more, escaping Wilbur’s grasp. He ran over to the two of them, standing next to his friend as he braided Techno’s hair. Tommy leaned over and whispered to (y/n), “can i put the flowers in?” the other chuckled, nodding his head at his friend. Tommy smiled, grabbing the flowers he had once discarded, putting them in the braid as he saw fit. 

(y/n) braided the rest of Techno’s hair while Tommy put flowers in the already braided parts. Wilbur walked over to the three and watched as they worked. The two young boys put flowers in the braid as Techno talked about his week.

“Yknow, I’ve only kicked one orphan this week. Which is very impressive for me.” Techno says, nodding to himself slightly. (y/n) laughed, thinking what he said was absurd. “Techno don't tell the children that!” Wilbur says playfully.

 “Wilbur you're literally 17, you too are a child.” Philza says, entering the garden that they were all sat at. Tommy smiled, running over to his father. “Dadza!! Look what me and (y/n) did!” he says, pulling the old man over to Techno. (y/n) was finishing up the last of the flowers, making sure the braid was tied nice and tight. He grabbed one last flower and went over to face Techno, putting it behind his ear. “Perfect!!” he says, looking at his masterpiece. 

“Look, look!” Tommy says, showing Philza Techno’s hair. “Before you say anything, I was forced into it.” Techno says, standing up from his spot on the ground. Philza laughs at his friend, Wilbur, doing the same. “He's lying dad, I saw him humming with (y/n) as she braided it.” Techno lets out a “heh” as Philza starts laughing. “Betrayal! I didnt think my own student would do me like this!”  Techno says dramatically. Tommy and (y/n) start to collect the leftover flowers as the other three argue and laugh amongst themselves. 

(y/n) sat on the ground, making flower crowns with the leftover flowers. Tommy sat next to him, watching the boy work at the crown. “How do you know how to make that?” he asked, slightly amazed at his friend's creation. He didn't look up, still working on the crown. “Papa Eret showed me! They can make lots of things! Like clothes and such.” Tommy nods, watching his friend work, trying to memorize how to do it himself. Philza saw this, coming over to see (y/n) work on the flowers. 

“What are you doing kiddo?” he asked, crouching down to (y/n)s level. He smiled, gesturing to the flowers. “I'm making a flower crown!! It's for you!” Philza smiled, chuckling. “Really? Thanks kiddo.” he nodded, finishing up the crown. Once he did, he stood up, taking a Philza’s hat and replacing it with the crown. (y/n) smiled at their creation, putting the bucket hat on to his own head. Philza smiled, thanking the young boy. 

Time went on like this till it was sundown, messing with each other and using the many flowers they had for random projects. 

“Come on (y/n) we gotta go!” Eret said, coming by the castle to retrieve the young child. (y/n) ran up to Eret, hugging him. “ zaza!!” (y/n) says, standing back slightly. Eret looked at his young kid, smiling. “Hello sweetheart! Ready to go?” (y/n) nodded, grabbing his flower crown. “Yep! Lemme say bye to Tommy first!!” the boy says, running over to his friend. (y/n) hugged the boy, who looked very agitated from the hug. “Are you coming over to my place tomorrow?” he asked Tommy, who nodded his head. “Yeah, I can bring Tubbo as well!! He should be in the village tomorrow!!'' Tommy says, adjusting his own, not as neat, flower crown. (y/n) smiled, hugging Tommy again. “Okay, see you then tommy!” 

“That kid is so sweet” “Phil, you have poor taste in children.” “says the man who kills orphans.”

Age 11:

(Y/n) sat in the forest, humming to himself as he watched the bees and animals go around the forest. It was a bit past mid day, and the young prince had been out of there sense dawn, taking in the beauty of the forest. 

He was in the village close to their kingdom, wanting to spend time outside of the castle. He loved natur, especially flowers, plants and such. He also loved animales. (y/n) loved everything about the outdoors, enjoying the peace he had that day.

Tubbo was a village boy, moving from town to town, never really having a set home. He did love traveling and being with his guardian was amazing, he just wished he had friends and a set place to stay.

Tubbo walked along the forest, following the bees that would fly around him, wondering if he was a flower or not. He followed them distractingly, reaching a clearing in the forest. He looked around to see where he was, soon realizing he was lost. He had gone too far from a recognizable area, and now didn't know how to get home. He knew Puffy would be mad at him for getting lost, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had already committed the lame chrome.

Tubbo looked around to see some sheep run away from him, along with the bees buzzing around him. He also spotted a young boy, (y/n), sitting against a tree taking in the beauty of it all. Tubbo went over to the young boy, trying to be as kind as possible, like Puffy said. 

“Hello!! I'm Tubbo! Mind if I join you?” Tubbo asks the older boy. (y/n) nodded, moving slightly to show Tubbo he could sit down next to him. Tubbo smiled, following such. “Hi, im (y/n). I haven't seen you in the village before, you new around here?” he asks, picking at the grass around him. “Yeah! Me and aunty Puffy travel a lot, so I never really stay in the same place. Have you lived here a long time?” Tubbo asks, making the young prince chuckle. “No, I live in a kingdom nearby.” Tubbos eyes glisten, he gasps. “Wait, are you the prince!??!” Tubbo asks excitedly. (y/n) nodded, not minding the question. 

“Yeah, I lived there my whole life! What's it like traveling? I rarely leave the castle so I've never explored outside this village and the kingdom.” (y/n) says, looking at the young boy. Tubbo smiles. “Well traveling could be fun, yet very lonely. I haven't had a friend in years, having had traveled so much since then. I do love seeing all the cool sights and how different villages work though!” (y/n) nodded, enjoying the interaction he was having. 

The two of them talked till it reached dawn, the sun slowly disappearing. 

“Dang, we better get going! Do you know your way back?” (y/n) asked, standing up and dusting himself off. Tubbo stood up as well. “No, I kinda got lost…” Tubbo says. (y/n) nodded, grabbing the other boy's hand, guiding him through the forest. “Well, I know the way back! I'll take ya there!”

Tubbo nodded, letting the prince guid him back to the village. They continued to talk as they went through the forest. Tubbo talked all about bees, one of the few constants in his life. 

(y/n) and Tubbo finally reached the village, it officially being dark out. Thankfully, there were lights all around, so they were still able to see and get around easily. “Damn, it's too dark to get back...dads gonna kill me.” (y/n) says, looking around. Tubbo gaps, grabbing the prince. “You can stay with me tonight!!! Sleepover!!” he says, grabbing the prince and dragging him back to the house Tubbo was staying at. “You don't have to let me stay, I can find my way back!” Tubbo shook his head, stopping. “No, we’re friends now and you're staying with me and aunty Puffy!” 

(y/n) sighed, letting the young boy take them to his home. 

It didn't take them long to reach the boys home, for it wasn't too far from where they exited from the forest. Tubbo let go of (y/n)’s hand, knocking on the door before opening it and walking inside. “AUNTY IM BACK!!'' Tubbo says, making sure Puffy knew it was him coming home.

Puffy walked out of one of the rooms, walking up to the young boy. “Oh Tubbo! You made me worried there kiddo!” Puffy says, hugging the small boy. She looked over to see the young prince, noticing him standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Oh! Tubbo, did you make a friend?” she asked, letting go of the small boy. Tubbo nodded, going over to the young boy. “This is (y/n)! Is it alright if he stays here tonight since it's too dark to go back to the castle??” Tubbo asked, latching onto his friend. Puffy gasped, looking at the two of them. “The castle???” she asked. (y/n) nodded, smiling slightly. “Yep! So..can I stay here tonight?” he asked the older lady. 

Puffy of course agreed, letting the boy stay for the night. She even offered to take him back to the castle in the morning. He declined, not wanting to burden the lady more than he already has.

Tubbo took (y/n) back to his room, showing him all the cool things he had gotten from their travels. Apparently, Puffy was a pirate captain and would travel the seas and such. She would stop at different villages to get supplies and give their nephew breaks from being at sea all the time. It was a coincidence that they had stopped at the village closest to his mothers kingdom.

“Oh oh, this ones from a neighboring kingdom!” Tubbo says. Showing the prince something from the kingdom his friend Tommy lives in. “That's the minecrafts kingdom!! I'm close friends with one of the princes! Did you like it there?” Tubbo gasps, both of them getting overly excited. “Wait, are you friends with tommy!? I met him when I was there last month!!” Tubbo says, putting down the trinket. “You know tommy!? We should all hangout sometime!!” 

Puffy heard their conversation, happy Tubbo was finally making some friends. However, they would be leaving soon and wouldn't be able to stay longer than they already are. Puffy sighed, sad that this is how things had to be.

The next day, (y/n) left back to the castle, hoping to keep in touch with Puffy and Tubbo. Tubbo was sad his friend had to go back, but still happy he had made a friend. Puffy was just sad she had to tell Tubbo they would be moving again. She couldn't stay in the same place in fear his father would catch up to them and take the boy away. 

Of course, the three boys were able to meet up. It took them several months, but once Tubbo made his way back to the village he and (y/n) met up at, they were able to make a plan to see each other. 

The three of them hit it off, immediately becoming close friends with a strong bond. 

At one point, Puffy let Tubbo stay with Tommy in his castle for a summer, allowing the three boys to see eachother once more.

Of course, this came to an end when Tubbo had to eventually leave with his aunt, leaving the two boys, who hadn't been able to hang out after tommys schedule had gotten more and more packed. 

The three of them hadn't seen each other for years, hoping one day it would go back to old, where they were just kids and were able to hang out at least once.

Age 17, present day: 

“You're gonna have to rule the kingdom soon (y/n)” Eret says, sitting down in the said childs room. (y/n) turned to him, no longer focusing on the crafts they were working on. “But I don't wanna rule the kingdom. It's just not my thing…” they say, turning to their parents. “I know I know, but there's no one else that can take over.” (y/n) nodded, turning to the flower crown they were previously working on. “I get that...i just wanna go back to a time where i could just hang out with my friends..ruling the kingdom means that time is completely over..” Eret nodes, walking over to his kid. “I know, I thought the same thing when I was younger. Though Tommy is busy with a war and Tubbo has been travelling non-stop for years, they've already changed.” they sigh. “It's been so long, they don't even know who i am anymore! The last time I saw them I was still a guy. It's just frustrating…” They get up from their seats, hugging their mother. “I just wanna see them...” 

The next day was spent learning more about their kingdom, knowing when they turn 18 it would be theirs. They sighed, reading over some of the history books their ren (another term for mother or father) had kept for all these years. They opened a new book, wanting to read the contents inside. 

They opened it to see a piece of paper fall to the ground. "Didn't think the pages were that old…" They crouched down, picking up the fallen paper. They stood up, puzzled by the page. 

"It's not from this book," they looked closer at the piece of paper, "what's lmanburg..?" They sat down, reading over it. 

Apparently, lmanburg was an old kingdom, long since destroyed. It fought for peace, and independence. Unfortunately, a small group of people went and destroyed the kingdom, leaving nothing but a pile of rubble and long forgotten ideals. 

(Y/n) looked over it once more, seeing the kingdom's location on the bottom of the page. They shot up, running to their room. 

They flung open the door, running to their desk. They throw off the unwanted items from their desk, placing the paper in its place. They sit down, opening a drawer and grabbing some paper and a pen. 

They look over the page on lmanburg one more time, then proceeding to write a letter to their old friends. 

"Dear Tommy, It's been a long time since we've talked hasn't it? There's many things we need to catch up on, but that should be saved for a later date. 

As you know, I will rule my mothers kingdom soon. I will be crowned their majesty in 1 years time, and I wanted to do something fun before then. 

I found a story on an old, destroyed kingdom called lmanburg. I wanna go visit it and maybe even bring it back to its former glory. I know it's a lot to want to accomplish in only a year, but that's all the time I have. 

I would be grateful if you could join me in this adventure I'm pursuing. Here is where we'll meet and when. I'll be asking our old pal Tubbo as well. 

I hope to see you then

                    -your old friend 

                             (Y/n)"

They did the same for Tubbo, telling him of their plan along with where/when to meet them if he agrees to come on their journey. They sighed, knowing they might have to go on this alone. Nevertheless they wrapped both letters in separate envelopes, ready to be shipped to their recipients. 

(Y/n) walked out of their room, looking around the castle for one of their few servants. 

"Are they on break right now? I can't find any of them.." They say, going down different halls to find someone who could mail the letters. 

"Oh, (y/n)! What are you looking for?" Karl asks, one of the few servants in their castle. (Y/n) sighes, happy that they finally found someone. "Karl, I need you to send these letters. You know where to find Tommy, but Tubbo will be harder to catch. Can you send them please?" They ask, handing Karl the letters. "Of course! I'll send them as soon as I'm free!"

(Y/n) thanks Karl, going back to their room. Plopping on their bed they sigh, hoping their friends would accept their invitation. 

The next day they started packing for the trip. It wasn't for another week or so, but they just wanted to be prepared. They were also kinda excited as well. 

They hadn't told Eret yet, fearing what they might say. (y/n) knows she loves them, but they had been under alot of stress as of late and didnt wanna make it worse. 

“I do need to tell them…” 

“Tell who what?” (y/n) jumped a bit, seeing Eret in the doorway. He walked in, standing by the desk. “Oh, hey..” (y/n) says, standing awkwardly by their bed. Eret looked down at the bag they were packing. He had a puzzled expression on his face. “Why are you packing? You're not running away are you!? I mean, if so, you're doing a bad job…” (y/n) sighed, closing the bag. “I'm not running away...kinda.” they say, sitting on their bed. “I was planning on going on an adventure, actually. I'm gonna rule the kingdom in a year and I wanted to do something fun before I did so..” 

Eret nodes, smiling. He goes over and sits next to their kid. “What are you planning to do on your adventure? You seem very excited for it, seeing as you've actually packed for something.`` They both laugh slightly. “Well,” (y/n) gets up, going over to their desk, grabbing the paper they had found in Eret’s old history books. They walked back over and showed Eret the paper, “there's an old old kingdom called lmanburg. Apparently it was a thriving kingdom, but one day it fell to the ground. Fascinating isn't it?” Eret reads it over, frowning slightly. “(y/n) i don't want you going to this place.” (y/n) was baffled. They didn't understand why they weren't allowed to go to this place. It was super old, it's not like anyone would still be there. It was forgotten about. 

“What do you mean? It's long forgotten and I would be bringing my friends! It's not like I'd be alone and ill prepared.” Eret sighed, standing up. “(y/n), lmanburg is a breeding ground of monsters and such, i don't want you getting hurt.” they in response stood up, coming up short to the tall person in front of them. “I know that! I've been training for years, I can handle monsters! Also, again, I won't be alone! I'd have Tommy and Tubbo with me and their great fighters!” Eret looked at them quickly.

“Tommy and Tubbo are going??” (y/n) nodded, stepping back slightly. 

“I need to contact Philza and Puffy, you're not going on this adventure and that's final!” Eret walked out of the room, dropping the lmanburg paper on the ground.

“Wait what!? Mom you can't!!” they say, walking behind their father. 

“Because, I don't want you going to that place! You're not changing my mind on this.” (y/n) slows down, completely baffled by this. They knew there was a chance they wouldn't be able to go, but they didn't think he’d act like this.

“R-ren please! I need this, I haven't seen them in so long please!!” Eret turned to them briskly. “Sweetheart, this is final. I don't want you going to that place! Stop pushing it.” Eret continues his way down the castle as (y/n) stopps in their tracks. They were shocked, really looking forward to this trip as a last resort of still being young and free from ruling.

They looked around, running back to their room. They slipped at the door, running too fast and nearly falling. They fumbled to the desk, once again grabbing paper and a pen from the desks drawers. They sit in the desk chair, fumbling with the paper and closing the drawer quickly. They quickly write a letter to Tommy and Tubbo.

They write that there would be a change of plans. Their mother wouldn't let them go to the wrecked kingdom, so they wouldn't be able to tell their parents and would have to sneak to the old kingdom.

They added more to the plan, sealing up the letters in envelopes and booking it out of their room, grabbing their bag and paper on lmanburg. They ran down the hall, making sure not to run into Eret while looking for Karl. They looked around, still not finding the man they needed.

They looked in the smaller dining hall, spotting the brunette walking towards the entrance. “Karl, Karl! Have you sent the letters yet?” they asked, walking up towards the male. “No I haven't, I actually was about to send them out now! What did you need?'' I smiled, sighing. “Oh thank god...i need those letters back, My ren won’t let me go to the old kingdom of lmanburg, and i don't want him finding out im still going…” Karl’s eyes widened. “Your lying to the king? I know their your parent but thats the KING!” (y/n) shushed Karl, taking him all the way back to their room. 

Once they arrived, (y/n) closed the door, looking at Karl. “You cannot tell my mom! I'm trusting you with this, okay? I'm going on this trip, and i need those letters back so i can deliver them myself.'' Karl steps back. “Whoa whoa whoa, you're delivering these letters alone? No no, you're going with someone on this. Maybe you could bring Niki! I know she isn't busy since there are a few other bakers in the castle!” Karl suggests, handing the old teen the letters. (y/n) considered this, knowing they should probably bring someone along.

(y/n) nodded, agreeing to bring someone with them. “Okay, I could bring Niki if she would agree to go. Promise you won't tell him I'm sneaking out?” Karl nodded. “I promise! We’ve known each other long enough for us to keep secrets for one another! Want me to go tell Niki?'' Karl asked, heading towards the door.

“Yes, tell her to meet me here at midnight. I don't want ren knowing about this at all.'' Karl nodded, smiling at the prince and heading off to go see the pink haired baker.

The teen waited, taking a nap so they were able to sneak out at night. They knew it was probably too soon to start the expedition, and that their father probably knew where to find them. They just couldn't wait any longer.

The sun was slowly falling from the horizon, getting darker and darker by the second. (Y/n) had taken their place at the window, looking at the sky getting darker and darker, the stars showing more prominently as time went on.  They sighed, looking over at their door. 

It wasn't time for the two servants to show up, but they did wish they were able to just go out and seek out lmanburg freely. It wasn't like that however, they knew they couldn't do everything they wanted, they just hoped their mother would support them in this. 

They looked back outside, letting the time pass for when they would meet up with Niki and leave the castle for a whole year. 

So there they waited. Hopefully everything went according to the new plan. 

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heyaaa...im gonna call myself dot...i call myself dot sometimes...in real life...cuz it sounds better than [[[i]]]... or [[[my]]]...

anyway...could i have some content of...a whumpee getting humiliated in...some way??? hope i don’t ask too much...but your work is really nice...and fun to read... :DDD

Aww, I love the name Dot! I've never wrote humiliation before... so I hope this is was good enough!  (oops, it turned into a full story) 

Masterlist 

CW: Medieval whump, public whipping, slavery, adopted by royalty,(caretaker) manhandling, noncon stripping (mild, nonsexual), bound

The thick coarse rope had long rubbed Whumpee's wrists raw, forcing them on their knees hooked to a pole in the middle of the town for all to witness. Whumpee choked back a sob when the last strike met their back. 

There... 20 lashes. The punishment their master had given them for accidently dumping a bucket of water. The last time it was for breaking their cane...

... And 'accidentally' setting fire to master's apron.

They felt the ropes cut away as they collapsed to their chest.  "Get up." Master spat, kicking their ribs. Whumpee scrambled to their feet, letting master grab their arm as they drug them home with their head down in shame.

When a slave messed up, the owner was liable. If a slave had obvious signs of punishment, it was a sign of disobedience. Whumpee was always covered in whip marks and burns, hearing people comment on what a handful they must be, and what a shame their master couldn't teach them any better.

They were thrown in the corner with coal dusting the floor. Master returned to work in the forge as if nothing had happened, grumbling about the burn holes still in their apron.

"The king is returning home today, and this is how you're going to look!? It's embarrassing." They spat. "Forgive me... Master." Whumpee whispered, collapsing their head in the corner from exhaustion, biting their lip to hold in a whimper in pain. 

-

The entire town gathered in the roads, making a perfect split down the middle in anticipation of their king's return. Whumpee wore a baggy tan shirt hiding their punishment as they skittishly stood by their master, who stood tall and proud.

"There he is! Our majesty has returned! Hail to the king!''

"Hail to the king!" The crowd chanted in unison. The carriage was lined in elegant golden detail, covered in purple material drawn by two strong horses. Whumpee’s eyes lit up in fascination, hoping for once in their life they could get just a glance at his majesty. 

Just when the carriage was about to pass, two hands slammed against Whumpee’s back, they gasped from the pressure on their wounds as they fell forwards, slamming into the mud right in front of the carriage. 

“Woah!” Someone yelled, halting the horse's foot stomps just inches from Whumpee’s cowering form. The crowd gasped as all eyes stared at them. Whumpee struggled to pull themselves from the mud onto their knees with a daze. 

“WHO DARES DEFY THE KING?!” A soldier barked, approaching Whumpee with a hand on their sword. “I-! I am so sorry! I- I d-don’t know what happened, please! It was an accident!” Whumpee pleaded, their arms already defensively shielding their face. 

“What is this? Some ruse to delay his royal majesty? Perhaps a distraction for an ambush!” The guard accused, their eyes instantly widened when Whumpee’s sleeve fell off their shoulder, reviling the whip marks on their back. Whumpee yelped when their shirt was torn right off their back, they caught the shredded material that fell, holding it against their chest. 

“I knew it! A slave...” They hissed, unsheathing their sword as Whumpee whimpered. “Please wait! There’s been a mistake! I mean no harm-”

“HALT!” A voice boomed, the guard froze, the entire crowd went silent at the order. The carriage opened as a man dressed in purple robes, a golden crown on his head with a jeweled staff in hand exited. 

“My king! Please, you must remain in the carriage! It isn’t safe!”

“Silence, soldier! I will be the judge here.” The king spoke, their gaze trailing down to Whumpee’s petrified gaze. “Who owns this slave!?” The king called throughout the crowd. Only silence answered. 

Master clenched their fists, the color long had drained from their face. Clearly someone was trying to get them into hot water through the means of their slave... The price to pay for having a rival blacksmith moving in nearby... 

As handy as their slave was, it was better the slave's head than their own. 

The king sighed at the silence, turning their eyes back down to Whumpee. “Tell me, child, what happened here?” He asked. Whumpee was at a loss for words, lowering their eyes to the king's heel, seeing they had gotten muddy from the road. 

“I-... I fell... Please fo-forgive me, your m-majesty, I mean no trouble.” Whumpee pressed their forehead into the ground, not caring for the mud now coding their face. The king's brow raised as they studied the lashes. “What did you do to earn yourself those marks?”

Whumpee gulped, pulling their ripped shirt tighter against their chest. “I sp-spilled a bucket of water, your majesty.” They rasped. 

Then they heard a chuckle. A chuckle that came from the king himself as their blood ran cold. “Soldier, get this slave into my carriage. I want them.”

“What?” The guard gasped.

“What!?” Whumpee gasped. 

“WHAT!?” Their master gasped, instantly slapping a hand over their lips. 

“And make haste! Tell the servants in the castle to run a bath immediately when we return. Then fetch the best apothecaries within the kingdom to patch them up.” The king waved, climbing back into the carriage. 

Whumpee gasped when they were yanked to their feet by their arm. The door swung open as they were picked up and set onto the cushion seats. They were as soft as silk against their trembling legs, Whumpee didn’t dare lean back to spare getting mud and filth all over it. When they glanced up, they found they were sitting just inches across from the king, who silently watching them with a smile. 

“Ready to go home, dear?” He asked, pulling a handkerchief folded in their robes and dabbed the the mud from Whumpee's cheek

Whumpee respectful kept their eyes low, their hands shaking folded in their lap. The king's touch was gentle and soft, the most delicate they had ever been touched.  

“Yes... My lord.” 

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Trouble Sleeping (Loki x reader)

I swear if this deletes for a third time Im gonna cry 

KINDA A SLOW BURN BOIS

also I didn’t finish reading it over for mistakes bc I’m lazy 

summary: y/n and Loki used to be very close friends and sometimes when she had bad nightmares he’d use his magic to calm her mind, a few years have passed and they’ve grown apart. Her nightmares come back and hesitantly she seeks Loki’s help again 

word count: 3,592 wahahahaha

y/n leaned over one of the balconies that overlooked the kingdom’s private garden. The weather was perfect, the temperature ideal, sky blue, and the plants were all thriving feet below her. Despite the scenery however y/n’s attention was fixated elsewhere. 

Down in the depths of the garden, propped up on one of the fancy golden benches was the youngest Asgardian prince-Loki. His dark raven hair was combed back as he turned to the next page in his novel, the cover matching the shade of green displayed on his clothes. y/n couldn’t help but sigh as she watched the handsome prince, they had once had an unbreakable bond. It was always Loki and y/n-best friends, one wouldn’t be seen without the other. But somewhere among their late teenage years, Loki had become more cold and distant towards y/n-leaving her alone in the giant halls of the castle to wander alone. That’s when her and Thor’s relationship grew stronger-she had always been friends with the God of Thunder but after her and Loki’s relationship crumbled to pieces he was there to cheer her up. 

“Oh there you are!” Thor’s voice boomed-pulling y/n from her daydream. y/n glanced once more at Loki before turning her attention to her tall friend. “I was looking for you!” He beamed. 

“What can I do for you, your highness?” y/n asked with a playful voice.

Thor smiled, putting his hands together before continuing, “I was hoping that you would join me and-” his words faded as he glanced down to the gardens and caught sight of Loki. y/n’s attention soon turned to the railing in front of her as she traced her fingers along it’s smooth surface. “You still watch him.” Thor told her, his normally enthusiastic voice was now dry and serious. “How long have you been thinking of him?”

y/n furrowed her eyebrows, playing with her fingers. “I never stopped.” She confessed, “I know it’s foolish but I can’t help it, I..miss him more than I can even begin to explain.”

Thor was silent as he watched the girl glance back down at the gardens then to the sky. “Let’s go...horseback riding.” He suggested, getting y/n attention. “To lift your spirits, we can go with Sif a-”

“No.“ y/n blurted out, “nobody else-I don’t want to embarrass myself again by falling off my horse.“

Thor chuckled, “nobody is going to think low of you-” he looked at y/n once more sensing her silent plea ”very well then, just us.” He agreed, making her smile.

“Thank you.” She laughed, giving him a hug. It caught Thor by surprise but he then loosely wrapped his arms around y/n in return. “Thank you for everything,” y/n whispered, “really, I don’t know what’d I’d do without you. I’m blessed to have a friend like you.”

“Of course.” 

Neither of the two friends noticed that down in the gardens Loki clenched his jaw, snapping his book shut and silently retreated to his room-they also didn’t notice the pair of blue eyes staring through the window at them, when they returned laughing on horseback. 

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 There was fire everywhere, thick black smoke made it impossible for her to breath. She was choking-desperate for air. She fell to the ground as the fire closed in quickly-it’s heat trapping her in the room. There was no hope, no help was coming and it was impossible to escape, with a loud crack the ceiling caved in leaving her trapped screaming out as the furious flames burned her alive. 

y/n woke up with a start, beads of sweat lined her forehead although her room was cool and she found that her hands were shaking. Realizing it was just a dream she lied back down, covering her face with her hands as she tried desperately to fall back asleep. She got no more sleep that night.

The same thing happened again in the coming days and three days later while in training, y/n who was running on less than four hours of sleep was doing rather well. In one quick movement she jumped up-kicking the sword right out of Fandral’s grip. 

“Very good!” Volstagg commented from across the room.

“Yes.” Fandral agreed, “show me that move and I’ll show you some of mine.” He winked.

“Just give me a time and place.” y/n responded playfully, earning a laugh. 

“Impressive.” Fandral commented at her response. (she normally responded to his joke flirting with an eye roll) 

“Yes impressive.” Loki commented from behind Fandral. “That y/n can apparently chase after two men at once.” He said this while staring casually at Thor. Sif went stiff inder the tension and Thor opened his mouth but y/n spoke first.

“I’m sorry?” 

“Well by the looks of it, you can’t seem to decide between Thor and-” 

“Brother that’s enough.” Thor warned, taking a step forward.

“I’m just putting out a warning, you do know what they say about these sort of things.” Loki remarked, not meeting her eyes.

“You know full well that I am not chasing after anyone.” y/n said, growing aggravated. 

“It sure seems that way.”He then opened the door to the room and left.

“You know what?” y/n responded, dropping her sword to the ground with a loud clang “I am tired of this.”

 “y/n I think it best if you ignore him.” Sif spoke up, “nobody is accusing you of anything, we all know you aren’t that sort of person-”

“Thank you Sif, but I am not taking this.“ y/n exited the room in pursuit of Loki, who was a few paces ahead of her walking calmly. 

“I don’t like being followed.“ He simply called out to her, because his room was only about a minute walk away from the training room he reached it fairly quickly.

“What is your problem?“ y/n asked him, putting her foot in between the door and it’s frame as Loki was about to shut it.

“I don’t have a problem, now if you’d excuse me I’d like you to leave me alone.“ 

 “Then leave me alone.” She huffed, “hold your silvertongue and stop acting as if you’re above me because you’re not.”

“Is that all?“ He asked her calmly, “you’re done with your childish tantrum?” 

“Oh you are so-“ y/n narrowed her eyes.

“So what?“ Loki asked with an eye roll.

“Terrible.“ y/n blurted, earning a cold laugh from the God of Mischief.

“So I’ve been told.“ He stated bored.

“No, I mean you’re really terrible and for so many reasons.”

“Such as?“  

“You want a list?“ y/n asked with a bitter laugh, “ok well you think you’re better than everyone and you’re not, you poke fun at other people because it’s amusing to you and-and everyone-I mean everyone thinks that you’re a snake, ever since we were younger, and I can’t believe I’m just now realizing that..they’re probably right.“ He swallowed hard furrowing his eyebrows, “you used to be my best friend Loki, I’d defend you from people’s accusations when you weren’t around and..I wasted my time because you are everything people say you are and worst.“ She saw the look in his eye, she hurt him-good now he understood how it felt. 

Loki glanced away-looking down at the girl again. “Is that all?” He asked, trying desperately to remain collected. y/n scoffed. “You may think you know me but I know you much more, don’t forget, I’ve been inside your head. People may think I’m a bad person but I can live with that, you on the other hand can’t stand the fact that someone might not like you, so much so that you’ll break down about it. You’re a weak fighter, you’re not as clever or as witty as you seem to think, and frankly I don’t understand the fascination Thor seems to have with you, you’re nothing special.”  

y/n pulled her foot from the doorway. What happened to us? She was about to cry and she did not want him seeing that. “Is that all?” She asked, reciting his previous question.

“Yes.“ He spat coldly. 

“Good.“ She turned to walk away as Loki stayed in his place trying to keep the impression that he didn’t care.

Late at night y/n tossed and turned in her bed, trying to fall asleep after waking up from a particularly realistic dream-she had thought that by laying still she’d trick her body into falling asleep but that didn’t happen. She knew that she had been able to power through the last few days with almost no sleep-but she’d certainly crash if she didn’t get any sleep soon. The thought of making a visit to Loki for help came to her mind, but she really didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she wanted/needed his help. Screw it. She thought after another couple of hours, her clock read 2:35 as she swung her legs over her bed and slipped on her slippers and robe. 

The halls were dark and empty except for the occasional guards, which she was careful to avoid (she didn’t want to raise any suspicion). Thank God her room was only a three minute walk from Loki’s. It was once she was already in front of Loki’s door that she started getting second thoughts, but she was there already and the worst that could happen was getting the door slammed in her face or no answer. She raised her cold knuckle, letting it hover over the door’s fine wood before knocking. “It’s y/n..” She announced barely above a whisper, “trust me I really don’t want to ask for your help but I see no other option an-”

The door opened a small crack. “you do realize what time it is, right?” Loki’s annoyed voice asked-he didn’t sound like he had just woken up, maybe he was having trouble sleeping also.

“I know.” At her response Loki opened the door wider, revealing himself in a pair of emerald colored pajamas. “Look I know-” at the sound of approaching footsteps (guards) Loki stepped aside, giving her a cue to get in. She did, turning to face him one he closed the door again-his back facing the door he put his hands on his hips.

“What do you want?”

“I can’t sleep.” She said sheepishly, “I just-I’m getting the same nightmares again and I thought that maybe just this once you could, you know..” She put hands up, wiggling her fingers to imitate magic.

Loki rolled his eyes, “first off that’s not at all how magic looks, second why should I help you?”

“Just this once!“ y/n practically begged, “please. I’ve have not been sleeping at all I just need one hour. I won’t make you sleep on my couch like I did when we were younger, you can just...alter my thoughts or something and I’ll leave and-” 

“Fine.“ Loki agreed, grumpily. He walked back over to his bed, getting in between the covers on the left side. “Well?“ He asked when she stared blankly at him. He rolled his eyes again, “Obviously if you go back to your room I won’t be able to sense when I have to alter your thoughts and you’ll just come back to make a racket when you have another nightmare.“ y/n nodded slowly, making her way to the right side of the bed. “Besides it’s a big bed, just stay on that side-away from me.” She laid down, hesitant at first as she tightened her robe around herself. Loki leaned over, placing a finger and thumb over her temples to enter her mind. 

When she woke up she was in the same exact position that she was in when she went to bed and Loki was standing directly above her looking annoyed once again. It was still dark outside as he looked down at her from where he stood. “It’s about time, I’ve been trying to wake you up for the last two minutes.”

“What time is it?“

“6:05..the castles about to start waking up, you should leave before more people get uo to avoid being seen.“ y/n nodded in agreement. 

“Ok“ she walked to his door, turning to watch as he laid back down in his bed. “And Loki..“

“What?“ He sighed.

“Thank you.“ She said softly, leaving the room right after. Loki was left surprised.

“Look I know I said just once-” y/n whispered that night outside of Loki’s door, it was past 2 a.m. again, but surprisingly Loki let her in again.

“The faster you stop pestering me, the better.“ Loki told her harshly. He had woken her up at 6 a.m. again like he had done the the last time. The time after that Loki woke her up at 7 and the time after that she had woken up past 8 to see Loki sitting in a chair some feet from her sharpening his knives-when she had asked him why he hadn’t woken her up he had simply reminded that he could just teleport her back to her room, that way nobody would know she had spent the night there.

Flash forward a month later, y/n tiptoed to Loki’s room in her nightgown again, the nights were getting hotter which had led to her to leave her robe behind. When she had reached Loki’s room she didn’t need to knock, since he now left it unlocked for her. 

Once she laid down on the right side of the bed (more towards the middle now rather than all the way on the edge) Loki laid down about a foot from her. They didn’t go to bed right then however, since they had formed a habit of talking before falling asleep. “Have you been sleeping better?” Loki asked the girl beside him.

“yes.” 

“Good...”

y/n rolled onto her side to face Loki, “Thank you again.” He nodded. “You know for someone who hates me, you’re actually quite kind to me.” The corner of Loki’s mouth folded up slightly,

“I don’t hate you...” He rolled over onto his side to face her, “but what I do hate-“ he then had explained the entire plot of a book just to express his hatred for one detail in it. 

y/n woke up in the middle of the night with a start, her nightmares had came back. As it turned out Loki wasn’t in the room but when he got back with a glass of water he noticed she was off right away. “I’m sorry.” He quickly apologized, sitting beside her, “I was just-I didn’t think-”   

“I know, it’s fine.“ y/n told him, but his hand was still on her shoulder and his blue eyes still held worry in them. “I’m just-I’m going back to bed...“ Loki nodded, watching as she laid down again. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?“ She nodded.

As she began drifting off she felt Loki take her hand in his. Later on in the night y/n woke up randomly, but she wasn’t facing Loki anymore-instead she was facing his dim window, she felt warm but not from the covers and to her surprise she realized that the prince’s arm was around her waist, keeping her close. Their legs were tangled mess at the bottom of the bed and she could hear his slow breathing as he slept peacefully. She looked around slowly, trying to figure out a way to move away to avoid the embarrassment when he wakes up-but just as she began to shift around she heard him speak up. “What time is it?” up. 

“Sorry...” She apologized growing red, “I don’t know how-“  

“It’s fine.“ She heard Loki whisper. 

“It is?“

“This is quite comfortable.“ He whispered again, then he moved slightly closer-resting his head on her shoulder and he fell asleep again-she assumed that he was half awake and didn’t fully process what had happened. She decided it didn’t matter and fell asleep again, after all he wasn’t wrong-it was comfortable.  

There was a loud noise that woke y/n right up, making her jump. Now she realized that she was facing Loki again, her arms were wrapped around his neck like in a hug, his head was nuzzled in the crook of her neck-their legs still a tangled mess. Bang! Bang! There it was again, she lifted her head, looking towards the door as it came again-bang! Bang! 

“Loki” She whispered, gently shaking his sleeping form. He ignored it, pulling her closer in response instead. “Loki, someone’s at the door.” She whispered, trying not to laugh. He sighed looking up towards his door.

“Just ignore it, they’ll go away it’s probably a servant or-”

“Loki!” Thor’s voice came from the other side of the door, “Loki, I know you’re in there! Open the door.” Loki rolled his eyes, standing up to make his way towards the door. 

He opened the door a few inches, “what do you want?” He hissed.

“I-” Thor paused, “are wearing your nightwear?”

“Why is that of any importance-what do you want?”

“er, Loki is there someone in there with you?“ Thor asked. 

y/n held her breath, afraid that somehow Thor would hear her from the doorway. “I-no!” Loki snapped, “What are you talking about?”

“Alright, alright I apologize. I’m here to ask if you have seen y/n? I’ve been searching for her, she’s normally turned up somewhere at this time it’s past 10.” 

“No I don’t know where she is, I haven’t seen her. Check the garden, she’s most likely wandering around there.“ He shut the door, turning back to y/n. 

“Past 10?“ y/n asked, covering her mouth, “I should’ve been awake two hours ago.” Loki shrugged. “Can you teleport me back to my room, I should go to the gardens since Thor’s looking for me.” Loki looked at the ground with an unfamiliar look in his eyes before nodding. “Thank you.”

The girl had spent more time with Thor training than she had expected that day, leading her to take an extra long shower at night to get clean. She hadn’t realized until she looked at her clock that it was past 10-normally she’d already be at Loki’s room by now. Quickly she dried her hair and changed into her nightwear. 

She was about to leave and opened her door and unexpectedly Loki was there with his hand raised looking like he was about to knock. They stared at each other for a moment before she spoke up, “Loki? What are you doing here?” 

He glanced to the side, not wanting to meet here eyes as she awaited his response, “I thought..” he said glancing at the ground before back to her, regaining his composure “that you-“

“Weren’t coming?“ She finished for him, he nodded.

“So I came to see if you were ok, I’ll leave.“

“Wait, no.“ She told him, grabbing his wrist and taking him by surprise, “I was just coming it was just taking me longer, but you can sleep here if you want since you’re already here...?” He nodded in agreement, stepping into her room.

He settled himself into the bed, opening his arms for her to crawl into which she quickly did. The two laid there for a moment, listening to the quietness as Loki slowly brushed through her hair with his fingers.      

“remember the other day when I said that you were terrible?“ y/n suddenly asked, getting Loki’s attention. He stopped running his fingers through her hair. 

“Yes, why do you ask?“ He responded cautiously. 

“I was just mad at you. I’m sorry.“

He took a moment to think to himself, “I didn’t mean what I said either."

“Can I ask you something?” y/n asked after a while later.

“What?”

“Why did you push me away?” She asked, shifting herself to meet his eyes.

Loki sighed-only it wasn’t from being aggravated this time. He backed up a few inches from y/n-staring straight up at the ceiling. “It’s because..”

“Because what?”

“I had noticed that you and Thor were becoming closer and decided to..abandon you before you did me. I thought it’d hurt less that way.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, everyone always seems to choose Thor over me, I just assumed you would, in time, do the same.“ He confessed, still not meeting her gaze. 

“Loki...“ she set her hand on his shoulder waiting for him to look at her. “I would never abandon you for Thor, sure Thor is my friend but so is Fandral, so is Volstagg, so is Sif and I’m not abandoning anyone for them.“

He nodded.

“And tonight..“ y/n spoke up again, “when you thought I wasn’t coming-“

“I assumed you wouldn’t need me anymore, especially after you had spent so much time with Thor.“

“Loki!“

“What?“

“Don’t be like that!“ y/n told him, sitting up, “I do need you! I’ll always need you, I need you don’ t doubt that, and not just because of stupid nightmares, because I care for you and I love you, ok?”

Loki smiled to himself, “you love me?“

“Yes you stupid-“ she stopped talking because Loki had leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss, taking no time to hesitate she leaned into him further deepening the kiss. After about a minute they pulled apart-resting their foreheads together. 

“I love you too.“