#so good. thank you for sending this. oh my hod

[2leggedshark]

ok i cant keep it to myself. i had a dream tonight where i was on a minecraft server w a bunch of my friends and mutuals and one of them asked me if i could change a specific area of the nether into the red desert/mesa biome. and i'm like ight let me do it. i fuck up the code and i turn the entire server into it. i go to the overworld and You are there and you're like mad as hell at me because you had a beautiful beach house and now it's like dried up and rocky. idk what you look like irl so you just looked like your fursona but in cowboy clothes .

I????? THANK YOU FOR SHARING. WHY WAS I A COWBOY. THIS IS MY FAVORITE ASK IVE EVER BEEN SENT I THINK.

[3xm-draconic]

Bloodline of the Last Dragon.

Season 1/Episode 2: Riverwood.

As the trio walked to Riverwood Ralof and Hadvar chatted, they had known one another from childhood and were sad to see each other on opposite sides, however they were glad to now have a chance to be friends again. 

“So…how old are you Matti?” Ralof asked as he watched a bunny run through the underbrush, Matti looked at him and snorted “how old do you think I am?”, Ralof chuckled “um…100?”, Matti gawked “I’AM 25!” she gasped.

“Your young for an elf” Hadvar turned to her, watching Matti pick some thistles and mushrooms as they traveled, “I’am only half elf, my dad is a bosmer” she sighed.

Hadvar cocked his head “...oh you're the daughter of that huntsman, Markus right? You brew potions” he sighed in relief “you’ve saved a lot of lives with your healing and cure disease potions”, “you know who I am?” Matti gawked, completely shocked by his answer. “Well yeah, everyone knew, I don’t think anyone realized you were a half-elf though” he laughed.

“That’s a good thing, it's best if no one knows” she sighed, “why's that?” Hadvar pondered, Matti wondered if she should tell him the reasons why she hides from the world.

“...The…the Thalmor” she sighed “they will come after me”, “why would they do that?”, “The Thalmor believe in elven supremacy, any impure children are…purged”, Hardware and Ralof starred in stunned silence, “Gods…I” Hadvar gasped, “they are truly monsters” Ralof sighed.

They traveled further down the mountain paths “Bleak Falls Barrow, it’s the ruin up there on the mountain, uhg it gives me the creeps, when I was a boy at night I had nightmares of draugr coming down the mountain to get me in my sleep” Hadvar shuttered as he pointed to the great ruin on the mountain side.

They stopped at three ancient stones to take a break from walking and to drink from their waterskins, who knew near death experiences could make you so parched? “These are the guardian stones, 3 of the 13 ancient stones that dot the landscape, you should choose one” Ralof pointed them out to Matti as they sat by them.

Thief. Mage. Warrior.

“I’ve always wanted to be a mage, to wield the powers of aethereus at my fingertips!” Matti said as she touched the stone with the picture of a powerful wizard on it.

It glowed brightly and a beacon of light was cast forth into the heavens from the stone.

“Mage eh?...well to each their own” Ralof shrugged, “you ever consider joining the college up in Winterhold?” Hadvar asked her as they passed by a rushing river full of wild jumping salmon, “I HAVE!” Matti excitedly beamed...but then frowned “but…my college savings were in the house when the dragon attacked…I can’t get to them now…

“It’s not that expensive…is it?” Ralof pondered, “the cost is mostly for supplies, room and food are free” Matti replied “still…that's 30,000 septims down the drain…”, Hadvar gasped “THAT MUCH?”, “magic shit is expensive” Matti shrugged “why do you think I GROW my OWN alchemy supplies?”.

Riverwood was a scenic and serene place, a little town like Helgen but was built by a gorgeous rushing river, the mill was not too far from Hadvar’s uncle’s house so they dropped Hadvar off at his uncle Alvor’s.

 As Matti and Ralof headed over to talk to Gurder Ralof turned to Matti “I liked how you were able to talk to Hadvar back there, get him and I to see past the war when there was a real threat to be handled”, Matti grinned and shrugged “well…thanks?”, Ralof sighed “you know you should come to Windhelm, help Ulfric free the Empire from the Thalmor”.

Matti paused, she and her father usually stayed out of the war…

But Ralof had a point…

Gurder was utterly shocked by the news, her and Hod were scared beyond belief and rightly worried…

“the Jarl needs to know of this, he needs to send guards to Riverwood we are defenseless” Gurder shuttered “I don’t know what I’d do against a Dragon”.

“Have you seen anyone else come this way?” Matti asked her “any other survivors?”, Gurder pondered “there was an Elven man in leather armor being carried by a Khajiit caravan to Whiterun, he was hurt badly”, Matti panicked “THAT’S MY DAD!” she shrieked. 

“They must have taken him to the temple of Kynareth for healing” Mattilda turned to Gurder “I’ll go, I’ll go to Whiterun and make sure Balgruf sends whatever troops he can and hopefully find my father there”.

“Thank you but before you go you should have a meal and get some rest, the sleeping giant inn has food and warm beds” Gurder said as she handed her 50 septums “and thank you again for saving my brother”, Mattilda chuckled “well he saved me first”.

Mattilda walked over to the inn, a large and long building just next to the riverwood trader.

It was getting late and her body was already sore from the day’s events, her magicka was slowly recharging and she desperately needed a nap. 

“What’s on the menu?” he asked Orgnar the bartender, “here it’s all we got, you missed the dinner rush, sorry” he said as he handed her a small plate. A hunk of cheese, a slice of bread, a grilled pheasant breast, a bowl of snowberry sauce and an apple sat on it, “thank you” Mattilda said as she paid the man 8 gold for the meal.

She sat down and used her iron dagger to cut up the cheese, pheasant and apple. “Gods I’am starving” Matti groaned as she took a bite from the slices of crisp green fruit. Mattilda layered the cheese and pheasant slices onto the slice of bread and slathered it in the snowberry sauce. It was a pretty good meal for being so cheap. “Can I get an Ale?” she asked Orgnar, “no Ale right now but we have this honningbrew mead stuff, it’s pretty good if you ask me”, he gave her a small tankered of fizzy amber mead.

Mattilda tasted it, it was sweet and crisp and had a faint flavor of lavender to it “WOW DAMN” she gawked “you weren’t kidding this is good!”

Mattilda paid for her room and settled down for the night, she eased out of her makeshift robes and tossed them onto the bed, she looked at them compared to the real robes she had gotten from the skeleton…

The handmade robes she once wore were sloppily sewn together and were a patchwork of fabrics, coarse gray burlap, frayed stained white cotton and ugly old brown wool. 

The real robes, the actual mages robes were of a high quality linen, even though these were just novice robes they were still refined and beautiful.

Lush cotton-silk fabric blend dyed a soft periwinkle blue with golden yellow trim and an off-white cream sash of cashmere, even if they were but novice robes…they were now HER novice robes.

 She slipped them on, they were a little big for her but with some adjustments…namely a belt…they’d fit like a glove. She counted out her septims, 700 gold lined her coin purse, she thought about it…

Perhaps the trader would have some old spell books lying around?

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[writeathomee]

I took notes app notes while I was watching the episodes and they're just as unhinged as you would expect. Pls enjoy

Spoilers below~

Episode One

THE RECAP. FIRST TIME SEEING EPISODE TEN RECAPPED

STEARD IN THE FIRST SHOT LMAO

NOT Izzy's last breath calling Stede a twat

I can't

Omg Lai did that fulfil all of your dreams, Izzy dying

That slow run I can't believe this dream sequences

HAHAHA THEM GIVING SWEDE UP SO EASY

Prince Ricky!!!

That silence is so loud

Omg not Ivan dying lmao

Poor fang omg

Jackie helping Swede discover parts of him he'd never known, like the PROSTATW HAHAHA

IZZZZY NO

SUCIIDAL EDWARD! FUCK

Frenchies little head shake HE CARES ABOUT IZZY

IZZY NO!! EDWARD WHY!

Omg Stede left Ricky

She's gonna peg the shit out of the Swede

HE SHOT IZZY,

FANG

DO THE WOODEN BOY VOICE omg jim .

YAAAAASS PIRATE WUEEN!

WHERE IS IZZY!

End credit scene okay okay here we go

Fang's giggling is so wholesome and healing

Episode Two

Run by timber timber??

RUN FROM ME GOOD WIFE PLAYING OVER ED'S SHOT WHILE LOOKING AT THE FUCKING WEDDING TOPPERS ALL SAD! PRINCESS!

Wedding toppers lived a short life

Some place called china lmao

LUCIUS FUCKIGN OMG

Men are so emotional

Lucius LYING

You have impeccable balance

Poor Lucius groaning

Sea witch !!!!

BUTTONS STORYLINE

LMAO what if it's Izzy hiding in the walls now lmao

SECRET PASSAGES

PLS IZZY NO

Jim just cuddling Izzy's leg

s poor Vico they said this was the hardest to film

JIM AND ATCHIE

Oh shit Ed

Omg does pirate queen have a crush on oluwande

Lucius going for Stede's throat

Omg

IZZY MY HEART

HE CALLED HIM EDDIE

I LOVE YOU THE BEST I COUKD? WHAT THE ACTUALY FUCK WHAT IF I HUST KILLED MYSELF INSTEAD OMFG IZZY GIVE ME THAT GUNR N N E

omg he's sending them into a storm

Suicidal Ed baby honey no

Archie and Jim lmaooo

OH MY FUCKING HOD OZZZY ON ONE LEG SAVING THE DAY

OH MY GODDD

FUCKING HELL

Episode Three

I cackled at Stede jumping overboard

Afraid he's unlovable and showing izzy with the gun

Omg hornigold is a ducking hallucination

HOLY SHIT HES STILL ON THE SHIP

IZZY's SINGLE TEAR

Warmth food and orgasms

Omg not pirate queen threatening olu

Oh she was seducing him lmao

STEDE RESCUING THE CREW

Thank you buttons so Pete says

Oh no is pirate queen the new kraken she's gonna hunt olu down

Ed has no business looking so beautiful underwater

Stede thinks he's dead bro??

NOT THE FALLING IN LOVE MONTAGE

Omg mermaid Stede are you fucking serious

OH MY GODDDR

Further thoughts:

Warmth food and orgasms is the new live laugh love

I can't believe izzy and crew are CURRENTLY living with the idea that they killed Ed like???

Wedding cake to Blackbeard is what pizza parties are to managers with overworked employees

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Noni dearest! (⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠)

How are you ? I missed ya around here.

* eye anxiously twitching *

You absolutely want to send me to the ER with more than heart problems! * aggressively makes and drinks tea * My nerves are all hell bent and under no circumstances or conditions are operating correctly!

Since you said before and please correct me if I'm wrong, I'm so shy now * proceeds into throwing myself in the ditch *

( ≻⸝⸝⸝≺ ྀི)

Sweet yet naughty Wife of mine ! Now we have more more monsters ?!?? 👀🫠🔥❤️‍🔥🙈🙊😈

I'm dying of thirst (pun intended) for more Vampire! Nanami and now Orc! Nanami is just sinfully delightful and now my head conjures maybe Werewolf! Nanami that omg help ! Someone call a doctor ! I need those antique fainting chairs and smelling salts ! Or just put me in a coffin !

If Nanami Kento vampire version joins me in that coffin something entirely different than sleeping eternally is happening and boy that reminds me of a Motionless in White "Eternally Yours" video that OMG. Has the perfect scenery for this. Oh no, maybe this is new kink unlocked. Oh no no.

The other day a customer didn't understand when I repeated his coffee order, because I got anxious and said it too fast, probably I missed something, and politely he said "come again?" and my brain froze and rotted into idk how many Nanami fics and the things he says in your stories (and other good writers around here) I didn't know if I had a epilepsy, said "yes sir", muffle a noise my throat almost did, or just drop dead. Was my hands shaking when delivering at the table his hot cup of coffee with some baked goods he asked ? Yes it was. I felt like a first day in new job all over again. lol

I'm not one to point fingers but you did a wonderful great job in damage points, Congrats to you ! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。Along with others that I should point fingers at too ! * pouts *

My head is in the gutter lately 24/7 and I'm a junkie on Nanami! The Man is haunting me like a ghost ! * mind wanders for a split second * Could he be the Phantom of the Opera? * face palms myself * You see the issue, darling? It's your fault ! Someone needs to be blamed ! I need rehab!

Idk if I strangle you pretty neck, or just darn right kiss your cheek politely and bless you ! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

With tons of love, and in more than angst and agony

Kat

Oh! Welcome home darling! Let me take your bags. How was your day? You want a little something extra in your tea tonight baby? How about a massage? I've seen how hard you've been working, my love so I brought in a little surprise for you. Head on over to the bedroom, I think you'll like the blonde you see. 😏😏😏

Jokes aside my dearest wife, I am so ecstatic that you're liking the orc nanami piece. The vamp nanami is still cooking. It's a tough meat and I wanna make sure it's so soft it melts in your mouth.

Also ok what did this coffee shop mannlook like omg YOU CANT LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THIS??? WAS HE HOT WAS HE INCREDIBLY SEXY AND CLASSY AND KINDA OLDER??? Did he SMELL NICE?!? YOU CANNOT LEAVE ME HANGING. OH MY HOD IMAGINE NANAMI. IMAGINE SERVING NANAMI COFFEE. HIS HAND BRIEFLY TPUCHING YOURS AS YOU GIVE HIM THE CUP. AAAAA

Oops sorry for being feral. (It will happen again.)

I'm sorry vamp nanami is taking so long even though you gave me the idea so long ago. I'm just obsessed with doing a good job on this. I've had several distractions too so it's just not been a priority but I promise I'm working hard.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for interacting. I'm so glad you're here my dearest wife!! Now come on, the bedroom and Nanami await!

Love, hugs, and neck kisses.

Noni🩷

[oonajaeadira]

firstofficerwiggles has made think about some of the ways that massage therapist PATS could help me through some stuff. Like when I have a migraine or when my anxiety won't respond to treatment or I need a break from the stress of having my mother living with me. (I love her but she's making me crazy) Thank you for this titillating version of PATS.

Oh, yeah, he's good for a lot of stress relief. I'm glad you enjoy what I'm laying down. <3 <3 <3

PATS Treatment for Migraines and Anxiety

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. “Pedro Across the Street.” This is not RPF.)

Migraines are heavy on the massage and trigger point therapy. These are full-body manipulations...and by that, I mean he'd get up on the table with you and use his own body to support you in stretches, bend you into postures, smooth you into curves, and hod you against himself, warming you into twists that allow your muscles to loosen so joints can crack a little and relieve pressure. For hour two, he's going to just sit up against the headboard, blindfold you with a cooling pack and lean you back against himself and just touch, just use his hands to make you feel relaxed and beautiful, and guide you in breathing.

For anxiety, he'll cover you with a soft blanket. For the massage he's going to take you away from your thoughts, reaching his warm oiled hands under the blanket and going soothingly piece by piece. He starts with one foot and asks you a gentle question about yourself or something you like talking about, asking you to keep your voice low. Then the other foot and another question. Then each calf. Each thigh. One question per body part as he moves up to your head, and as you answer, he gives vocal confirmation that he hears you, his low, sincere "mmm"s and "mmhmm"s rumbling and warming through you. Then he's going to touch you on the table, while he smooths your brow with the other hand, bending low over your ear to softly tell you what he liked about the things you've told him, totally validate your thoughts, make you understand that your mind is an okay place to be. Hour two is whatever you want...he will do anything you tell him to do in the moment. Harder, softer, this leg here, your mouth there, any toy you want, torture him, overstimulate him, tell him to praise you, he actually says "yes" out loud to every suggestion, he wants to hand you the keys and make you understand that here in this bed, you can feel free to have total and unfiltered control if you want it--that he welcomes it--and at any time you're done with control you can give it back and he can drive the rest of the way. The only thing he gets to dictate is telling you to breathe, preciosa.

If you just need a break from your mom, you can book an extra appointment. He'll relax you and rail you hard enough to take your mind off of it for a few hours and send you home with prescription for isolation time or long solitary walks or whatever you need to get a break now and then and just concentrate on breathing and relaxing and being in the moment without interruption. And if Mom is offended? *shrug* Your therapist's orders, not your fault.

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[babybluebex]

vanilla sponge [bucky barnes x reader]

➽ pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 5.5k ➽ summary: the four times bucky said goodbye and the one time he said hello  ➽ warnings: explicit language, mentions of death, ANGST, eventual happy ending ➽ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BONK!!!! i meant for this to be a fluff blurb but it.... evolved lol. thanks @groupieforbucky​ for beta reading this! masterlist/taglist in bio!

March 10, 1935

You sat on the hood of the car, watching Bucky mess with a candle in front of you. His lighter wasn’t wanting to catch in the cold evening breeze, but he was adamant on lighting the candle up. “What’s the big deal with this candle, Buck?” you asked. “You’re just gonna blow it right out. You really want it that bad?”

Bucky scoffed at you. “Sweet, simple Y/N,” he chuckled. “It’s a tradition for me. My mom used to do it, so I have to.” 

You sighed softly, and you stretched your hands out in front of you. Bucky looked at you for a moment, his eyes sweeping over your frame, and he stepped closer. His large hips settled between your knees easily and he put his hands in yours, and you clicked your tongue. 

“No, you twit,” you giggled. “Gimme the damn lighter.” 

Bucky tilted his head at you and smiled, and he jumped up onto the hood of the car next to you. The two of you had driven out into the countryside for a night alone, just you and your Bucky on his birthday. You had even baked a cake-- you had been saving money for months to be able to afford all of the ingredients for his favorite vanilla sponge. The cake had sat in a box in the backseat of Bucky’s car as you two had walked along the riverside and splashed cold March water on each now, and now it sat next to you as you yourself were sat with Bucky’s jacket around your shoulders. James Barnes was a great guy, charming and cordial, turning 18 that day. He didn’t have much family besides you and your friend from school Steve Rogers, but, as Bucky often said, “You’re easier on the eyes than ol’ Stevie.” 

You lit the lighter with ease, shielding the little flame with your body, and you successfully lit the candle and stuck it into the top of the cake. “Make a wish, Buck,” you said, offering him the cake. “But you can’t tell me what it is, remember.” 

“Well, why not?” Bucky scoffed. “I wanna tell you what my wish is.”

“‘Cause it won’t come true, whacky,” you giggled. “Blow out your candle before it drips wax onto your cake.” 

Bucky looked at you for a long moment, his blue eyes reflecting the orange of the setting sun, and he finally rounded his pink lips and blew out the candle in one strong, swift breath. The smoke curled upwards and you plucked it out of the cake, and you smiled at the bit of white frosting that got on your finger. “Happy birthday, baby,” you said, swiping the tip of his nose with the frosting, and he laughed. “I hope it’s a good one.” 

“It’s the best one yet,” Bucky said. “Besides the inaugural one, of course.” 

“I wish I could’ve gotten you something more than a stupid cake,” you mumbled. 

“No, I love it,” Bucky insisted. “It’s really tasty; you worked hard on it.” With that, he scooped up the bit of frosting from his nose and offered his finger to you, and you licked up the frosting. 

“Well, I’m glad you enjoy it,” you replied, straightening your posture. “C’mon, eat up. My curfew is at nine.” 

Bucky began to eat the cake with his fingers, offering you bits every so often. The car radio was playing just loud enough for you two to hear, and, even with Bucky’s jacket, you found yourself scooting closer and closer to him. You loved him. This wasn’t typical puppy love. You could see yourself baking Bucky vanilla sponge cakes for years to come. Even though he always told you that there was no chance he’d be sent over, you imagined sending him a letter with the recipe so that, at the very least, he could think of you. 

Finally, the box was empty, and Bucky laid back onto the hod, sucking bits of crumbs from his fingers. “Thanks for that, doll,” he said, and you cuddled up into his side. His arms were behind his head, and you settled your head in his underarm. It smelled so much like him and was so ridiculously warm, and you melted into him fully. “I loved it. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, and you pressed a chaste kiss to his arm. “I love this.”

“This?” Bucky asked. 

You shrugged and pressed your hand to his chest. “Just being here with you,” you said softly. “I never want it to end.”

Bucky sighed, and he leaned to kiss your head. “Me too,” he whispered. A few quiet moments passed, and you looked up to meet his eyes. “Can you promise me something, dollface?” 

“Anything,” you agreed. 

“We’ll spend every birthday together,” Bucky said. “Even if we’re apart, you’ll send me letters and all. I’ll do the same for your birthday too.” 

You nodded, and you clasped Bucky’s big hand in your little one. “Deal,” you whispered. “As long as I can make you cakes.” 

“I can’t bake worth shit,” Bucky chuckled. “You’ll have to teach me.” 

“I’d love to do that, Bucky,” you told him. 

March 10, 1942

“Look at you,” you cooed. “All gussied up. What’s the occasion, Sarge?” 

Bucky threw his arms around your waist and spun you around, earning him a squeal. He wore his dress uniform, his tie done perfectly and belt cinched around his jacket. His shoes were shiny and his hair gelled and combed, his face clean-shaven. He smelled like the aftershave you had gotten him for Christmas. There was an obvious occasion, and you figured that it was something more than his 25th birthday. “I wanted to take my dame out to dinner,” Bucky said, turning you so that your back pressed against his front. “Is that allowed, Mrs. Barnes?” 

You giggled as Bucky snuffled his mouth into your neck. “I guess so,” you huffed. “But it’s your birthday! I should be doing something for you!” 

“You let me have dessert for breakfast,” Bucky laughed. Then, he kissed your neck, and he added, “And then you gave me vanilla sponge cake afterwards. You’ve done plenty for me, doll.”

“But it’s usually tradition for the birthday-haver to be the guest of honor,” you said. “And for you to be pleased. It doesn’t make sense that you do all the work today. That’s not how birthdays work.” 

“Well, dollface, that’s why I joined the Army, remember?” Bucky laughed. “Wanna help people, all that business?” 

“I thought it was to get away from me,” you giggled. 

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Right, because I joined the Army to get away from you and immediately turned around and married you to keep you around,” he scoffed. “You’re not thinking right, woman. What’s gotten into you?”

“I’m still fuzzy from this morning,” you admitted. Bucky’s arms tightened around you and drew you closer into him, and he took a deep breath from your neck, taking in the smell of your perfume and the powder you had used on your face. “You broke my brain, you and your stupid tongue.” 

“And my lips,” Bucky added cheekily. “Don’t forget that.”

“Oh, I didn’t,” you said. “Trust me, I won’t ever forget that. But don’t you agree?”

“Christ, woman!” Bucky laughed. “Let me take you to dinner! Why’re you fighting this so hard?” 

“I’m not fighting it!” you said quickly. “I’m just saying that it’s not how it’s usually done!”

“Well, we don’t do things the usual way, do we?” Bucky laughed. “Anyway, I think I like this better. Any day I don’t shower you with my love is a wasted day.”

“You’re corny,” you laughed. 

“But you love it,” Bucky said, and you shrugged. 

“Tolerate, more like,” you said, and Bucky laughed. The doorbell rang, interrupting the moment, and you said, “Finish getting ready, I’ll be right back.” 

“Don’t take too long, dollface,” Bucky said, knocking your chin lightly with his finger. “I already miss you.” 

You wrestled yourself from Bucky’s grip and went to the door, and you opened it wide to see a man dressed like your Bucky. Older and stern, he struck a sense of fear and apprehension into you. “Is this the home of Sergeant James B. Barnes?” he asked in a thick voice. 

“Yes,” you replied. 

“Is Sergeant Barnes around?” the man asked. 

You swallowed thickly. You already knew what this man’s presence meant. You nodded quickly, stepping aside to let the man in, and you called, “Bucky, sweetheart! You’ve got a visitor!” 

“Is it Stevie?” Bucky called from the depths of the apartment.

“No, it’s…” you started. “Just come here, James.” 

Bucky appeared at light speed. You never called him James, not even on the day that you had gotten married. He was your Bucky. As soon as he spotted the Army man at your side, his body went rigid, and he gave the man a salute. “At ease, Sarge,” the older man said. “You two seem in good spirits.” 

“It’s…” Bucky began and cleared his throat. His stance relaxed, and his arm slid carefully around your waist. “It’s my birthday, sir. We were on our way to dinner.” 

“Might have to cancel that reservation,” the Army man rumbled. “The 107th is being called to Germany.” 

Your heart sank, and you couldn’t control the tears that stung your eyes. Bucky’s jaw flexed tightly as he absorbed the information, and he sighed heavily. “When do we leave?” he asked slowly. 

“In the morning,” Bucky’s superior said. “The planes ship out at oh-five-hundred.” 

Even under Bucky’s arm, the room felt cold. The trumpet on the radio sounded so distant, and you heard the two men having a conversation behind a veil of disbelief. Bucky had promised you that he wouldn’t get sent overseas. He said the 107th didn’t do that. He had promised you. He had fucking promised you. You broke out of his grip and escaped into the kitchen, and your gaze focused on the cake that sat on the counter. A piece was taken from it, the slice that you had allowed him for breakfast, and the cake itself was housed in a pretty glass cover that your mother had bought you as a wedding present. The candle was still stuck into the top of it, the tip burnt black and curled up. 

“Y/N,” you heard from the door, and you turned to see your husband. His face was pale, his blue eyes as dark as the ocean, and he chewed his bottom lip. “Doll, I--”

“There’s nothing you can say to make this better,” you whispered. “You have to go. It’s what it is. I knew what I was getting myself into when I married you.” You turned back quickly, sniffling and trying to hide your tears, and you added, “Your bag’s in the spare room. I think your nametag’s in the box in our closet, I can check if you need me to.” 

Suddenly, his strong arms were around you, holding you to his chest. Bucky didn’t say a word. The material of his dress uniform was itchy against your skin and you could only imagine what it felt like for him, and your knees buckled. The tears came, hot and burning your cheeks, and a sob wrecked your throat. “You promised me,” you whimpered. “You fucking promised me, you bastard! You said that the 107th doesn’t get sent over, you fucking lied to me!”

“I was trying to protect you!” Bucky said, his voice rising to match yours. “You would’ve made yourself sick with all your worrying about when I’d be sent overseas, and I didn’t want that for you!” 

You broke yourself from his grip, and you sniffled up your tears as best as you could. Even if your heart wasn’t crushed, you cried when you were angry, so tears were bound to happen no matter what. “So you lied to me instead?” you asked. “What the fuck’s the matter with you, Bucky? I’ve never lied to you, and I only expected the same from you; I didn’t expect for you to lie about something so fucking big! Jesus Christ, I can’t stand the sight of you.” 

“Doll, please, listen to me,” Bucky said, grabbing your arm. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” 

Bucky was bigger than you, taller than you, stronger than you. He had a tough skin and an even tougher heart from years of neglect and rejection. But you were his weakness. He cried when you did, laughed when you did, kissed you harder when you kissed him. There was no doubt in your mind that he loved you, but your heart burned with acidic hate. “Get out,” you said. “If you’re gonna leave in the morning, I don’t see why you need to stick around here any longer.” 

“Y/N!” Bucky cried. “Darling, please settle down!”

“If you’re so keen on leaving, then do it,” you said, wrenching your arm from his grip. “And don’t call me darling. Don’t call me doll, don’t call me nothing. You gave that up when you lied to me for years! Our entire relationship! You were already enlisted when we met! You have literally lied to me every day for seven years! What else are you lying to me about? What else are you keeping from me?” 

“Nothing!” Bucky said. “Christ, you need to settle down, please. I know you’re upset, but do you really think leaving things like this will make you feel better?”

“It’ll make me feel something,” you whispered. “Something other than missing you. Go stay with Steve or whatever, I just… I just don’t want to fall asleep next to you, and then wake up and not have you there. I… I wanna say goodbye.” 

Bucky took a tentative step towards you, then pulled you close to him. His eyes were watery as he looked at your face, and he swiped away your makeup with his thumb. He smiled wistfully, every single memory of you that he had shooting through his brain as quickly as they could manage, and he said, “Then don’t. I’m coming back, my love. I promise you. And I’m not keeping anything from you. All my cards are on the table here, doll. I’m coming back for you.” 

You two devised a plan. You and Bucky would go to bed, but he would wake you up when he did, and you would get a goodbye. You helped him pack his bag according to regulation, and you carefully slipped in a picture that your mother had taken on your wedding day. You sat in the middle, veil over your hair, flowers still fresh, with Steve Rogers next to you. You were about an inch taller than him in the picture, but you both were smiling. The bride and the best man. You knew that Bucky needed to be reminded of his brother as much as he was reminded of you. 

When the alarm rang shrilly in the morning, you watched from the bed as Bucky got up and dressed in his uniform. An olive green that complimented his skin, his boots tied around his ankle, and his silver dog tags buried under his collar. He turned to you, silent, crying, and he moved back to the bed. You still wore your nightgown, and Bucky took the lacy hem in his fingers and sighed. “I’ll miss you,” he whispered. 

Your arms went around his neck and tugged him in, and he buried his face in your neck. You caressed his head as he cried, and you tried to hug him as tightly as he had hugged you. “I’ll miss you more,” you whispered back. Your chest hurt with the urge to cry, but even the notion of it made you feel sick to your stomach. “I love you so much, Bucky.” 

“When I get home,” Bucky said. “I’m gonna hold you and never let you go.” 

“I’ll pencil it in,” you said through your tears.

As soon as the door shut, you pulled his pillow to your mouth, closed your teeth around it, and screamed. 

March 10, 1943

Steve’s heart ached as he looked at the door. It was a normal apartment door, a little plaque with the number on it, above a peephole, but there was a little green ribbon held to the door with scotch tape. Bucky’s place. He remembered when Bucky had told him that you and him had gotten a place in the city. He was excited and said that he couldn’t wait for Steve to come over and see it. But that was before Bucky got sent to Germany. Before Steve joined Project Rebirth, before… Everything. He would be surprised if you recognized him right away. 

He knocked on the door. There was a thumping from inside the apartment, and he heard your voice say, “Motherfucker…” before the door opened. You looked good. Your skin was glowing, your hair was done, and you were even wearing makeup. Steve had always known you as very put together, but you were Bucky’s wife. You were beautiful to him. Confusion was etched across your face, and you slowly said, “Can I help you, sir?” 

Steve slowly took off his uniform hat. “You’re Mrs. Barnes?” he said, even though he knew the answer. There was a protocol to follow. The Army allowing him to be the one to deliver the news was enough of a breach. 

“Yes,” you said carefully. “Can I inquire as to who’s asking?” 

Steve cleared his throat. “Captain Steven Rogers,” he began, and your mouth dropped into a shocked look. “With the United States Army.”

“Stevie!” you cried, and you threw yourself at him. You knew that he had finally managed to join the Army and that he was sent to Germany as well, but you hadn’t had any correspondence with him. Bucky had stopped answering your letters and, while you feared the worst, you tried to keep your anxiety at bay. There was a reason, one that didn’t involve Bucky dying. There had to be. “Oh my God! You’re so… Big! I mean, I heard about the whole Project Rebirth thing and saw pictures of you, but… You’re taller than me now!”

Steve gripped you tightly. “I missed you too, Y/N,” he said softly. “Can I come in?” 

“Of course!” you exclaimed. “I mean, it’s just me and Alpine, but you’re always welcome here, Stevie. Can I make you a drink? There’s some cake in the kitchen…” 

Steve distantly listened to your chatter as he stepped into the apartment. It was warm and smelled like vanilla, and the walls were a pleasant beige with pictures. An official picture of Bucky hung in a nice frame right by the door, and Steve smiled at his best friend. “Cake?” he repeated suddenly, processing your words. 

“Yeah!” you replied. “Buck’s favorite birthday cake. I’ve made it for him every year and, even though he’s in Germany right now, it didn’t feel right not to make it, ya know?” 

Steve carefully sat down at the little wooden table in the kitchen, and he watched a fluffy white cat jump up to meet him. You served him a slice of cake on a pretty china plate, and you sat and buried your chin in your palm. “So what’s going on with you? Did you just get back?”

Steve couldn’t even bear to look at the cake. “No,” he said. “I have to go back in the morning.” 

“Oh,” you said, and your heart sank. “Is everything alright?” You pulled Alpine into your grip and gently stroked her back, and you watched Steve’s gaze falter between you and the cake. “Steve. Is something wrong?” 

Steve sighed, and his big shoulders sank. “A few months ago, Bucky and other soldiers in the 107th Infantry were taken as POWs. I led a team and we managed to rescue them. But then Bucky joined a squad that I was a part of, The Howling Commandos. As part of a mission with the Howlies, Bucky was--” 

“Stop,” you hissed. You set Alpine aside and stood up, and you pressed your knuckles to your mouth. You knew it. You knew that Stevie was too good to be true. He was there to deliver bad news, the worst news for a military wife to be told. You sighed and hung your head, and you whispered, “Is there a body, at least?” 

The chair creaked as Steve stood up, and he placed a hand on your shoulder. “We couldn’t locate one,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

You sniffled. “An empty casket,” you mumbled. “An empty home, empty promises… Steve. Is there any hope that he’s alive? Even, like, infinitesimal? Even one percent?” 

Steve shook his head, blond bangs falling onto his forehead. “He fell from a train, Y/N,” he said carefully. “We couldn’t recover a body. If he is alive, then… I think that would be worse. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” 

Your legs felt weak, and you braced yourself on the table. Bucky was dead. Your greatest fear had been realized. “What do we do, Stevie?” you whispered. 

“We?” Steve asked. 

“He was your brother,” you said softly. “He had you when he had nobody else. I think you’re more important to him than me.”

“That’s not true,” Steve said simply. “I chose him, but he chose you. He chose you to live the rest of his life with. He was stuck with me.” 

You felt like a ghost as you walked into the living room and sat on the floor. You stared at everything, letting the silence gather around you. The coffee table was still crooked from where Bucky had last sat on the couch; his legs were longer and he always pushed it back to rest his feet. You fussed at him about it, but you didn’t actually mind it all that much. His favorite record was still on the player, playing empty static from when it had ended and you hadn’t flipped it over. Alpine had made a nest out of blankets on the couch, and you tilted your head when you saw that one of them was one that Bucky had made you. He was rather adept at knitting and had made it with yarn he had smuggled back to base, and it came in a package postmarked from Germany. You had referred to it as Bucky’s German blanket, but it was soft and smelled like him. You imagined him sleeping with the unfinished scraps every night. He was gone. He wouldn’t ever put his feet on the coffee table again. He wouldn’t ever get up with a grunt to flip his record and sweep you into his arms and dance with you. 

Steve came to sit next to you, and he put a heavy arm over your shoulders. “I managed to nab this from his stuff,” he began, clasping his hand with yours. “Figured you’d want it. He took it off before missions because he said he didn’t want it to get messed up, and it stayed with his bag. It takes forever to out-process a soldier’s personal belongings, and I… I knew you’d want it sooner rather than later.” 

A gold ring. The one you had put on Bucky’s finger that day. The wedding was beautiful for what it was. It wasn’t big by any means, just you and Bucky, Steve, and your mother. Your mother provided the veil and Bucky the rings, and Steve had picked a few flowers from his neighbors’ garden box. You had elected to get married at the courthouse rather than a church, and you remembered Bucky being flushed and giggling the entire time. You still wore your gold rings; you never took them off. 

You grasped Steve’s hand and gave him a watery smile. “Thanks, Stevie,” you whispered, and your tears finally fell. “It means a lot.” 

“You’ll see him again,” Steve told you. “I know you will.” 

You sighed and held the ring tightly in your palm. ���I hope so.” 

March 10, 2023

The breeze was cold as it drifted off of the lake, and Bucky nestled further into his jacket. He was sure there was some level of impropriety to wearing a leather jacket to a funeral, but it was a last minute thing. He didn’t want to come. He felt like he was disrespecting Tony by being there, but Steve had talked him into it. The jacket was the only black thing he owned that covered his arm. 

“You sure you wanna go?” Sam asked again, and Steve scoffed. “I mean… There’s so much here.” 

“You know that’s a lie,” Bucky laughed. “There’s nothing here for Stevie.” 

“Or Bucky,” Steve added. “We’re not from here, Wilson. Not really, anyway. We belong… Somewhere else. Sometime else.” 

Sam nodded slowly. He knew that it was true. Steve and Bucky were better off back in the 1940s. “Buck,” he started. “Just… Be good to her.” 

Bucky turned to Sam. “Who?” he asked, even though he knew exactly who Sam was talking about. He had never once mentioned his wife to Sam, and he knew that Steve wasn’t one to tell. Any artifact that Bucky had of you had been lost to Hydra or time, and the only concrete thing he had was a little newspaper clipping that he kept tucked away: your name, listed in the obituary section. You were nearly a hundred when you were dusted five years ago. Bucky had Washington DC the first chance he had and had hunted down your name on the memorial. Y/N Barnes. Two simple words that had the weight of the universe crashing down on Bucky’s shoulders. Apparently, you had never remarried. You never had children. You had lived as a social worker, helping kids in the system go to good homes, and Bucky knew that he had chosen a good one 88 years ago.

“You say a woman’s name when you sleep sometimes,” Sam said. “Y/N… That’s why you’re going back, right? To see her?”

Even the sound of your name brought a smile to Bucky’s tired face. “Who told you that you could talk to me about my love life?” he asked, even though he was laughing and smiling now. “We’re work partners, remember? We’re not friends.” 

“Right, right,” Sam laughed, kicking a rock with his boot. “Just don’t do anything stupid while you’re gone. Neither of you. I don’t trust the two of you together… All kinds of shenanigans.” 

Bucky smiled at Steve. “How can we?” he asked. 

“You’re taking all the stupid with you,” Steve said, throwing a smile to Sam. “Be good, Wilson. Maybe get a hobby.”

“I hear knitting’s pretty nice,” Bucky said, and he took Steve’s hand to assist in climbing onto the platform. 

“Or baking,” Steve added. 

“Oh, man, I could do with a slice of cake,” Bucky chuckled. 

“Give it ten minutes,” Steve said. “You’ll get your birthday cake.” 

“Whoa, birthday?” Sam said. “Is it your birthday, Buck?”

“Don’t answer that,” Bucky snapped. 

“Jerk,” Steve mumbled. 

“Punk.” 

The sound of the machinery began to whir, and Sam called, “Happy birthday, old man!” 

And they were gone. 

March 10, 1949

You flitted around the apartment, stepping quickly to avoid the little grey kittens all over the floor. As much as you tried to keep them corralled in one place, kittens did what they wanted. The sun coming through the window kept the kitchen floor warm, and Alpine and her babies were often found lounging on the warm tiles. 

“Christ above, Jefferson, look at the mess you’ve made!” you exclaimed, bending down and picking up the little kitten. Jefferson was the second of five kittens, and he was the most rambunctious of the group. He was the one to skitter around the apartment at three with a sudden zest for life and, as cute as it was, it made your sleep schedule hell. The little kitten had wet food all over his face, and you quickly wiped him clean with the corner of your dress. “Need to get you a bib, you little wild man.” 

The doorbell rang, and a firm knock landed on the door simultaneously. “Coming!” you called, then, quieter, you said to Jefferson, “They really wanna see me, huh?” 

You kept Jefferson under your arm as you traipsed to the door, and you knew that Monroe and Buren were right underfoot; they always were. You could hardly walk anywhere without the risk of smushing a kitten. You really needed to get started on adopting these fellas out, but something about being the crazy widowed cat lady at the end of the hall seemed to suit you. The knock came again, harder, threatening to bust the door in two, and you huffed in annoyance. “I said I’m coming!”

You opened the door and pushed Monroe and Buren away with your foot. Little escape artists, they were. “Can I help you?” you asked, looking up to the man that stood there. 

He was familiar, but so distant. He had long, dark hair tied back, wrinkles around his eyes from exhaustion, dark hair around his mouth. He was all muscle underneath a buttoned shirt, and your eyes canvassed the weird shining metallic sleeve over his left arm. His mouth was slightly open as he looked at you, and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Hello?” you asked, raising your eyebrows expectantly. “Do you need anything?” 

“Y/N…” he started, and your body ran cold. “It… It’s you.” 

You quickly set Jefferson on the floor, and you closed the door behind you to prevent kittens from spilling into the hall. “James?” you whispered, your voice cracking. “You… Are you real?” 

Bucky laughed lightly, and he took your hand. He looked down at it, still wearing your rings, and he laughed again. “Oh, dollface,” he whispered, and he put his hands on your face. You flinched away from the sting against your cheek, and Bucky quickly pulled his left hand away. “You’re as pretty as the day I left you.” 

“Buck…” you said softly. “I can’t even begin to… How? I was told that you… You died, Bucky. How are you here?” 

“I’ll tell you, doll,” Bucky said. “I’ll tell you everything.” 

Bucky looked around the apartment as he stepped in, his eyes skating in wonderment. “Looks the same,” he said softly. 

“I couldn’t bear to change it too much,” you said softly. “Oh, umm, the white cat’s named Alpine, and all the others…” You gestured to the kittens littered around the room. “Jefferson, Monroe, Buren, Polk, and Pierce… I can’t tell them apart, really. Jefferson is the energetic one, and Monroe and Buren are always underfoot, but the rest--”

Bucky kissed you. You melted into his body, the way you always had, and you tugged him close by his hair and kissed back. You had missed him. Seven years was a hell of a long time to miss someone. You had almost forgotten the feel of his body against yours. He smelled just like himself, sounded like himself, and looked like himself (maybe a bit worse for wear than the last time you saw him, actually). “Bucky,” you whispered, and his arm went around your waist and pulled you against him even closer. His touch and grip was rougher than before, but that was war, you supposed. “Bucky, I just--”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry, doll. I got here as fast as I could.”

“I don’t need an excuse, love,” you told him. You had forgotten the way he looked at you, his blue eyes gazing at you like you had fixed the stars in his likeness, and you felt like the silly little girl back in high school who had a crush on a senior. “I don’t need anything.”

“Just me,” Bucky whispered. 

“Just you,” you agreed. You sighed and kissed him again, and your heart swelled. Your Bucky was finally home. “Actually, I do wanna know about--”

“The arm?” Bucky asked. 

“The hair,” you finished, twirling a dark strand around your finger. “But, yeah, I’m curious about the arm too.” 

“It’s a long story,” Bucky sighed. 

“‘Long’ as in ‘there’s a lot of moving parts’?” you asked. 

“‘Long’ as in ‘I’ve waited for 81 years to get you back’,” Bucky said, and he pushed your hair behind your ear with a deft metal finger. “‘Long’ as in ‘I was kidnapped by Nazis and frozen for decades’. ‘Long’ as in I traveled back in time to get you’. ‘Long’ as in… Just fucking long, doll. It’s gonna take me a while to tell the story.” 

Your mind was whirling, and you pulled him down to the couch. “So, you fought Nazis and time to get to me?”

Bucky shrugged slowly. “I mean, that’s a vast oversimplification, but, essentially, yeah.” 

You smiled. “You’re gonna need to explain this real slow,” you laughed. “I’ve never been as smart as you.” 

The smile that you had coveted for years was back. “You’re selling yourself short there,” Bucky said. “You’re the best girl I know. You’re my best girl, ya know that? The only girl I’ve ever wanted.” 

After years of crying tears of sorrow, your tears were of happiness. You were smiling and laughing, kissing Bucky and tasting his own salty tears. “Happy birthday, Buck,” you whispered. 

“Did you make a cake?” Bucky asked. 

You nodded. “Of course. Your favorite: vanilla sponge.”

[r0zyp0zy0zy]

✾A Pretty Little Maid ☼✶

Hello! This is my first ever time posting one of my fics on Tumblr, so bare with me if it seems like I don't know what I'm doing (bc I DONT) please enjoy, and Let me know who else you would like to see in a maid outfit ;)

Master list

Words: 3040

Warnings/kinks: SMUT, Barebacking, Cross-dressing, Gags, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Denial, Begging, Dirty Talk, Face Sitting, fem dom

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x FemDom!Reader

Summary: you find the perfect outfit for your pretty boy

--- NSFW under the cut ---

"I'm a little nervous," Deku said from behind the bathroom door.

"You'll look great, Izu-chan!" You replied, practically bursting in excitement.

"I don't know... it's a little," izuku mumbled, "it's a little short."

"Babe, it's supposed to be that way," you said with a smile.

"O-oh."

You couldn't help but get the maids outfit displayed at the mall. It appeared black, but if you looked close enough you could see the shimmering emerald green woven into the fabric. It was perfect for Deku; all it needed was a few readjustments.

"Just come out here already!" You giggled. "I'm starting to get impatient."

The door to the bathroom opened, and your jaw dropped to the floor. The Rivet Garter Belts strapped to Izuku's thighs held up his green and white stripped stockings, and the skirt was short enough that you could just see his boxers peeking out the bottom. The chest had been hemmed so it sat snugly against his skin; And the cherry on top, a copy of his hero costume's ears sat as a headband on his head.

A bright smile shone on his face, complementing the hot blush on his freckled cheeks, "r-really?"

"Well yeah," you bit your lip as you walked closer to him, "I wouldn't have gotten it if I thought you would look bad in it."

Deku spun in a slow circle, showcasing more of his outfit. Silky ribbon laced up the back of the dress, the black contrasting from his pale skin.

"Such a pretty boy," you purred, taking his hands in yours, "Don't you think?"

Izuku blushed deeper, "I-I guess."

"You guess?" You questioned, quirking your brow. "That's not what you're supposed to say."

Deku gulped, and bit his lip, "what am I supposed to say?"

You smiled brightly, curling a lock of his hair behind his ear, "you're supposed to say: 'yes. I am a pretty boy. I'm your pretty boy'."

"So..," you pressed, "don't you think you're a pretty boy?"

"Y-yes," Deku gulped, his bright eyes looking into yours.

"Mm-mm," you shook your head.

"No...?" Midoriya said, confused.

You relished his nervous stature, and watched as he fiddled with the hem of his skirt, "no."

You pulled him backwards towards the bed, and sat him down. He looked adorable looking up at you, his head slightly tilted in confusion.

"Tell me," you started, licking your lips, "that you're a pretty boy."

Izuku's eyes watched as your tongue rolled over your lips and shivered in anticipation, "I-I'm a p-pretty boy."

"Good boy," you said, straddling his lap and cupping his face. "With more confidence this time."

"I'm a pr-pretty boy!" Deku said, his voice cracking. Impossibly, his face reddened even more in embarrassment.

"Mmh, better," you nodded.

You gently pushed him forwards onto his back, and dragged your hands down his chest, and back up again. You gave him a peck on the lips, and settled a bit more comfortably on his lap.

Izuku squirmed underneath you, and loosely gripped your hips. You could see his dick slowly hardening from behind his skirt. You leaned forward, and gave him a deeper kiss. You dragged your lips down to his neck, and pulled his choker by the charm. You let it fall from your teeth and it snapped back, causing Izuku to moan slightly.

He bucked his hips up, just barely grazing your crotch. He leaned up to kiss, and you obliged. His lips felt amazing on yours, and he craved more. Your hands weaved through his hair and you began to pull at it. Deku moaned into your mouth in surprise.

You pulled back and took off your shirt, making Midoriya bite his lip. You smiled as you felt his cock on your heat, and you began to slightly rock your hips.

"Hhmmg," Izuku groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping your hips harder.

"Such a pretty boy," you admired. His lips were bright red and plump between his teeth, and his bunny ears lay crooked on his head. "Look at me, baby."

Izuku's eyes slowly opened, and you could see how blown out his pupils were. They shone brightly at you, watching intently. You trailed two of your fingers up your chest and inserted them into your mouth, tonguing them both so they were covered in saliva.

On cue Deku opened his mouth expectantly, practically begging for your fingers. Once you were satisfied, you pulled them out of your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva in between them.

Your fingers dipped into Izuku's mouth, letting his hot tongue lap at your juices. He sucked on them intently, taking care not to hurt you with his teeth. Izuku let out a whine when you pulled your fingers away, but got excited again as he watched you strip off your pants.

He felt his dick twitch as he watched you pull your underwear down, revealing your perfect pussy, "please."

"Shh, quiet," you said, stuffing your fingers in his mouth again. He took your fingers good and made sure they were nice and lubed.

Your fingers were once again removed from his mouth, now making their way to your core. You collected your slick, mixing Deku's saliva with it. You slowly rubbed your clit, grabbing one breast with your other hand.

"Oh fuck y/n," Izuku moaned, grabbing your thighs.

"I said to shoosh," you frowned, grabbing your panties and shoving them in his mouth to gag him.

"Mmmfummck," muffled Izuku. The taste of you drove him crazy and he tried to savour the flavour.

You inserted your fingers into your pussy, creating a 'squelch' sound, "mm, you liking the show, pretty boy?"

"Mmhmm," Deku nodded with wide eyes. The way you pleasured yourself made him squirm, and he almost grabbed you so he could do it himself.

"You've been a good boy so far, I think you deserve a treat," you said, taking the panties out of his mouth and replacing them with your pussy.

"Oohhhmm," Izuku groaned, sending shivers up your spine. He loved your taste, and having the source so close drove him into madness.

His hands grabbed your thighs to keep you there, and he ground his face into your heat. He lapped up your juices ferociously, moaning with every lick and suck.

"Oh fuck Izu," you moaned, grabbing his hair so you could bring him even closer to you. This boy could make you cum in minutes, and you could feel an orgasm in your stomach already.

"Fuck me good with your tongue, baby!" You groaned. "Eat me up!"

In response, Izuku went feral with his mouth and somehow moaned with even more intensity, desperate to please you.

"Such a good boy for me, Izu," you moaned, playing with your breasts.

You could feel his whimpers vibrate through your core. He was really ravaging your pussy, and the way he clutched your thighs like his life depended on it.. fuck.

"Oh my god, so close! So close!" You squealed, grinding harder on his face. "Be a good boy and make me cum, Izu!"

Deku kept up his pace, making sure that you were enjoying yourself. His dick was stupid hard, and he thought that he might cum just from pleasuring you. He whimpered at the thought— that would result in punishment. He couldn't help but get even more excited, and he sucked roughly on your clit.

The orgasm boiled in your stomach, and you felt about to burst. Your head flew back with a moan, and Izuku's grip on your thighs tightened.

"Coming!" You yelled. "Oh fuck I'm coming!"

You felt drool roll down your chin as you rode your high, shaking from the after shocks, "oh, good boy Izu."

You pulled off of him and he gulped for air, "thank you! Oh my god thank you, y/n!"

Deku's bunny ears were now completely off, and his face was a mess of your juices. He had a crazed look on his face, clearly wanting more of you.

"Of course baby," you said, leaning down to grab a kiss from him. You could taste your pussy juices on his tongue; prodding deeper into his mouth with your own.

Deku moaned as you sucked on his tongue, hands roaming your body wherever he could reach. The way you grinded your hips with his drove him crazy. He could feel your arousal seeping through his boxers, and he shuttered.

"Please," Izuku whined, "please touch me."

And you obliged, slowly making your way down his chest with your mouth. You palmed at his erection, treasuring his soft pleads. Deku's hips stuttered upward, trying to get as much friction as possible.

"Look at you, a pretty mess under me," you beamed. His eyes were wide, silently begging for more. "Pretty boy."

"Yes," Izuku groaned, "yours, all yours!"

"All mine? Mmm, well if you're mine I better take care of you," you hummed.

All Deku did was moan in response, thrusting his hips up once again. You gently massaged his thighs, taking great care to avoid the place he wanted you to touch most. He writhed underneath you, trying to calm his nerves.

"Please y/n," Deku whimpered pathetically, his hands fisting the bedsheets.

"Please what, Izu?" You encouraged, playing with his Rivet Garter Belts. He bit on his lip to conceal a moan, but you shook your head. "Let it out, baby."

"Please fuck me! Oh my go-hod please. I want you to ride me so good, y/n, please!" Izuku weeped.

"Such a good boy," you smiled, "asking so nicely for me." You unclipped your bra, letting the straps slide down your arms. You tossed it to the floor and licked your lips, focusing on Izuku's pleads.

Your fingers made their way to the waistband of his boxers, and you teasingly pulled them off. Deku groaned as the restraint was removed, and he tried to hump the air.

"Sh-sh, baby," you said, gently pressing your palms against his chest. "Relax. I've got you."

Izuku nodded weakly and tried to regulate his breathing. Deep breath in, and out. Once his boxers were slid off of his legs, you finally gripped the base of his cock with one hand.

"Thank you!" He cried, still desperate for more of your sweet touch.

You grinned, using your other hand to pump around his head. His whimpers of delight and frustration brought you joy. Once you were satisfied from teasing him, you lowered your mouth and took a lick. You rolled your tongue in his salty precum, spreading it around the head.

"Oh... my.. god," Izuku breathed. You looked up at him as you suckled on his length.

His eyes were locked onto you, and he almost squealed when you met his stare. Your tongue was amazing on his dick. You made him feel so good, and if it wasn't for all his willpower, he would've came by now. He groaned and let his head fall back on his pillow.

"Does that feel good, Izu?" You asked, watching him lose himself.

"Y-yes," he forced, barley able to talk. "Feels.. so good.."

You wrapped your mouth back onto him, sinking deeper until you reached the base of his cock. Izuku yowled in delight, and you felt his hands loosely grip your hair. You let your throat restrict around him, and used your fingers to gently fondle his balls. He was so sensitive, and you loved it. His moans filled the room as you gagged on him, rolling your tongue on his length.

"P-please..," Izuku mumbled. His hands turned into fists in your hair, and you let him face fuck you. You made a thought to punish him later for that. "So fucking good.. mmmph."

You started to hum on his cock, sending vibrations through him. He was close, and you knew it. He thought about being punished for gripping your head like this, but right now he was in bliss. He knew that your punishment would be tame anyway.

"—fuck!" He whined, feeling his cum build up within him. "So close, y/n. 'M gonna cum!"

You let him use you, for you loved his moans too much. He started to stutter his hips, and you could tell he was going to cum soon. You moaned like a bitch on his cock, sucking on him like his cum was your only sustenance.

"Gugh," Izuku groaned, thrusting hard two times. His seed filled your mouth, and you made sure to keep a good mouthful for him to taste.

You pulled away and rose up, giving Izuku a wet kiss. You climbed up his body and sat yourself just above his cock. You pushed his hands above his head so he wouldn't grab your hips in desperation. You let the cum in your mouth flow into his, and he almost choked. At the same moment, you rubbed your heat on his cock, slowly impaling yourself on it.

"Holy fuck, thank you! Thank you so much!" Izuku moaned. Your touch was electric against his skin, and he shivered as you licked at his neck.

"Let me see," you said expectantly. Obediently, Deku opened his mouth and wiggled his tongue, proving that he swallowed everything you gave him.

Izuku's mouth hung open as you began to ride him, "oh shit. Fuck."

You smiled at him as you got used to his size. Once you were ready, you pulled off him, and thumped down. You bit your lip at Deku's moan, watching as he struggled not to grab your hips.

Izuku whimpered at the overstimulation, but he knew he deserved it for grabbing your hair like that.

"Fuck— please, y/n. Oh fuck, please," he moaned, grasping the bedsheets beside him.

You ground your hips down, and moved them in a circular pattern. Izuku looked like he didn't know what to do with himself, running his hands over his chest, and down to your thighs. His body tried to escape your grasp on reflex, twisting away from you

"Baby," you said, "stop that shit and touch me."

You didn't have to tell him twice, and he immediately grabbed your waist, helping you grind against him. His scarred hands massaged your breasts, pinching your nipples and rolling them with his fingertips.

"Oh fuck, Izu," you moaned, putting your hands over his.

Deku's hips bucked upwards, and you went with it. You started bouncing on his cock, startling a delicious moan from the boy underneath you. His mouth hung open still, tongue hanging out.

"Pretty boy," you mumbled, grasping his hair. Izuku babbled little nothings into the air, agreeing. "Who's pretty boy are you?"

"Yours, all yours! I'm your pretty boy!" He whined, head spinning in pleasure.

"Good boy, Izu," you praised. You quickened your pace, shoving him deeper inside of you. "So pretty and messy for me."

All Deku could do was nod, afraid that if he spoke he would embarrass himself. He could still taste cum in his mouth and he groaned.

"I-I-I-," Izuku stuttered, unable to form a sentence.

"What was that? Speak up baby boy," you hummed.

"I-I'm so close," he trembled. "Please let me come for you."

"Mm, not yet. I'm not done with you," you replied, playing with his choker.

Izuku felt like he was going to burst, but he didn't want to be bad. That would mean more punishment, and he would have to have his cock locked up. He tried not to listen to your beautiful moans, but it was so hard not to.

"S-stop I'm going to come!" Deku moaned, desperate that you would listen to him.

You pulled off of him to let him have a breather, and went right back down on him, "good boy, warning me that you were too close."

This cycle continued for a few rounds, until Izuku was a completely desperate mess. His squirming form made it a little difficult to ride him, but you managed.

"Do you want to come?" You asked him.

"Yes! Yes please y/n!" Izuku whined. "So bad!"

"Then make me come first," you said, giving him a grin.

"Yes! Yes!" He squealed, gripping your waist. "Please come, y/n! I wanna make you come so bad!"

His begging and pleading made you so hot, and you felt a tightening in your stomach, "who's my pretty boy?"

"Me! I'm your pretty boy! All for you!" Izuku sobbed. His lashes were wet with tears, desperately trying not to come.

"Oh fuck, what a good boy," you moaned, reaching down to rub your clit. "Almost there."

Deku whimpered at your words, "yes! Come on my cock, I want you to feel so good!"

Izuku almost couldn't contain himself as he felt you squeeze his dick with your pussy. He was gonna— he was gonna come!

"Please!" Izuku bleated, holding onto sanity by a hair.

"Come baby," you directed. "You've been such a good, pretty boy. Come for me baby."

Izuku threw his head back into the pillows, and let out a strangled grunt as he fucked up into you, "I'm coming for you! Oh y/n thank you! Thank you!"

You continued to ride him until he cried out in overstimulation, "that was amazing, Izu."

He whimpered in response, watching you pull off of him. He reached out a shaky hand, lightly gripping your wrist, "thank you. That was so good."

"One more thing, baby," you said, licking your lips, "clean up the mess you've made."

Izuku nodded, and opened his mouth greedily, awaiting your pussy once again. Your thighs around his face felt like he was in heaven, and he sucked his cum out of you.

You pulled off of him, and leaned down to kiss him, "that was amazing, baby boy. Here, let's get you out of that dress and into something a bit comfier."

Once Deku was changed into sweatpants, and you in underwear, he cuddled up to you with a content sigh. You rested your head on his shoulder, giving him a quick peck, "I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled.

[patchworkofravens]

aight i didn't reread most of this but this almost everything in one long incomprehensible mess. have fun ^-^

ok, so picture this: a six hour drive and i'm banging out the tunes on the car's main speakers and trying to convince my dad that stray kids are good. And then, then, a certain song comes on. a certain horrible song. it's thirty seconds long and the entire time the car is just filled with the tension of both of us being too aware of how cringe the song is. this is your fault. like why. there's a cat licking your birthday cake is not the ideal car tune. yeah. oh and i may have had to skip a few emotional songs because. well. because. :). ok bye <3 ily /p teehee. shut up i'm not a softie (maybe a tiny bit but like. shut up.) i can hear you laughing at me from here you little stinky

bitch. bitch. i. hate. you. /j. i did not need to get rickrolled mid-revision. i mean, i wasn't actually revising, but i was supposed to be. no-one needs to know i was writing fanfic instead like a loser. but bitch. bitch. yeah. that's it. ly ciao

ALSO also skz are apparently gonna have a world tour this year. if we lived in the same country and like knew each other irl etc etc i would so take you to it. and yeah. also dancing to secret secret with you in a rainy twilight when no-one's watching. yeah. ok i'm gonna try and revise again.

soft. soft. why is this stupid cat song like this. it's literally called meow. i'm hugging you so much rn. maybe fighting you a little bit too. but hugging you sosososososo much. i wish you were real so i could like. physically hug you. well, you are probably real but yk what i mean. ok. i'm actually gonna revise now. bye.

soft. i am trying so hard to resist the urge to redownload the app and just leave an ask saying some dumb shit or smth and then run away again. why did you have to be so cool and likeable? /nm . lol let's see if i ever get the guts to send you all this bullshit. i'm a wuss so i'm guessing rn i won't. or at least i'll delete this bit bc it's stupid. but yeah. if you're actually seeing this. hi. (°//-//°) (⨀//-//⨀) ⨀-⨀ (⨀⨀) <- haha boobas

there is approximately 12.09 kg of human flesh for every 1 kg of ant flesh. i don't know why i went to the effort of researching and calculating that. maths. pain. suffering. not psychology revision. :| lmao. anyways. hana dul set CHEESE

you did watch bakuten? yeah i'm pretty sure you did. ok. cool. of course you did misato kinnie. yeah.

haha i feel like i should regret sending you this but oh well.

I am so many emotional very much cackling tears rage oh my god

AHAHAHAHA cryign thats ur fault for playing that playlist instead of just skz music <3<3 IN FRONT OF UR DAD ??@?@?@ IAOEBEJSOSJ theres a cat licking ur birthday cake is very u vibes okay shut upzjsheb oh. Well i just got rickrilled by ur playlist. Are u happy now. Is this what u wanted. Asshat. <3 Softie the most softie although ur probably going tk have enough reason to call me that after a few hours ahah ahaa. Hah thats ur punishment for not revising ig ^-^ cryign red face in hands yeah that would have been nice. Red face in hands tears many tears branch u absolute softie so true. secret secrwt n shes in the rain n then we inievitably slip in the rain<3 or me anyway because i cant dance for shit anymore n i pull you down w me oh my god i want to go to concerts w u and sit in the sunrise arguing n OH YMY GOD BEFORE I KET YOU CODY FRY OH MY HOD ITS SO PRETTY AND GENTLE TREE I WILK SOB shut up dont insult the cat song ur insulting urself. Basically. Dont i will literally ruin u n then hug u. Sobing actually so true i wish you were an irl so i coukd hug u too dying crying. So true i am very cool n likeable/hj but also but also i could literally say the same about u. Intriguing information thank u olive <3. SO TEUE . i . No sadly. Unfortunately i kin coach shida instead

[multyfandoms-imagines]

idk if there's a character limit (i didn't see one, so sorry if there is!) but would you be willing to do the sephirahs (excluding the tiphereth) individually or as one group with a s/o who gets injured / bleeds and is like "haha this is because i am a human but ur an ai!" sorry if this is against the rules, i checked but didn't see anything against it ;;;

This is spoilers, but also sorry for not posting character limit beforehand :v

TW: blood, injuries

Also again, spoilers. Dont read if you dont wanna see spoilers about LC

Some paniced AIs (Sephirahs and injured (S/O) headcanons)

Malkuth

•OH NO. You got hurt while trying to get that rolling clown. Now your leg is really badly twisted and she is actually in panic

•"yeah, my leg gets twisted but i guess your robo-leggos also do at times, haha"

•honestly, your funny humour isnt really in the place, in the right time... But at least you try to cheer her up even with such bad condition you are in. And yes, her "robo-leggos" used to give trouble

•can you stop making puns so that you could get some help? Yeah, that. Thanks

Yesod

•why the hell did you run to that woman in Red Shoes?! Didnt you see that axe?!

•he tries not to panic but you are bleeding out here and Yesod doesnt know if you will survive even

•"well, duh, i bleed because im human, but you also leak oil 'cus you are an AI!"

•"dont talk, your puns wont make it heal quicker but you will loose more blood.."

•yeah, he doesnt appreciate that joke...

Netzach

•used to seeing stuff like that, but it will be one big lie if i say he didnt feel worse when you almost lost your arm thanks to Burrowing Heaven that escaped somehow (Manger pls pay more attention ffs)

•it is a miracle by itself that it didnt kill you when it wasnt stared at, but Netzach is worried that you may die from the damage it caused

•"im pretty sure i'll survive without one arm if some AI can survive with so much 'water' in it and doesnt break, lol"

•o well. Yeah. He has... Alot of water... And enkephalin... And beer... And yeah, he didnt break so far

•he still makes sure you wont pass out from blood loss and pain, but hey, Netzach appreciates your humour about both your and his bodies

Hod

•baby is crying. Even tho she is literally a box with limbs, she is still very upset that some robot with sawblade and a gun gave you such a painfull time

•she tries to calm down but literally cant because what if you are gonna die-

•"hey, Hody, dont loose your oil like i lost my blood or Angela wont be happy about it"

•oh, who cares about what Angela thinks?! You are dieing here, for god's sake!-

•yeah, she also doesnt like that kind of a humour...

Chesed

•one of the calmest, since he is used to give medical treatment to alot of employees in the facility. But it still makes him nervous because your meeting with Snow White's Apple didnt really end well for you

•you had some parts of her vines stuck in your body and you needed surgery to make sure they wont cause any harm

•he injected painkillers so that you wouldnt feel pain from it and just relaxed, because he is here

•"hey, my robo-boyfriend, my skin here is almost as blue as your eye right now! Funny, eh?"

•"hehe, maybe. But we still need to remove them, ok?"

•"dont you wanna see if they will grow? Maybe flowers will also be blue?"

•"(S/O), i'd rather have one apple causing trouble then 2 or so. After all, one apple per day, sends everyone in my department"

•"nice pun" . "Thanks"

•Chesed is used to talking with people to calm them down, dont worry about it

Gebura

•she is pissed™ that Red Mercenary decided she could get rid of her employees and managed to get you with her gun

•altho, she isnt the best medic out there, she still is a pretty strong robot here, so getting you to Chesed will be easy

•"Jeez, Gebby, im-"

•"Shut your mouth, (S/O), you are not in the good condition to joke around... Health first, jokes later"

•"you arent fun at times, angry box..."

•"i know"

Binah

•well, who has a death sentence that they let Yin out? And it hurt you with its beam? Eh? Who needs to be reminded what she can do?

•well, good thing for you is that she can give you some help before employees will take you to the Welfare

•she will still kill someone who made it happen

•"Binah, i understand that im loosing blood here, but you are just an AI now, no need to get yourself into trouble"

•"(S/O), im pretty sure as the Sephirah and as you know who, i can get myself into all troubles"

•"Binah, no-"

•"Binah, yes"

Hokma

•of course it is upsetting to know that "Food Chain" bit you so hard, your arm was broken and you had some other injures from smaller worms

•but others also suffered. Some even worse. But then again, it is normal to loose people in the facility

•Hokma just stares at his watch while both of you wait for your surgery

•"Hokma, dont you have anything better to do as AI? Dont you have some music or watches in you?"

•"Im not that kind of an AI, (S/O), why do you ask?"

•"i just dont like seeing you upset". "Im upset because you are hurt"

•the conversation goes on pretty well before it was your turn to get surgery

[afni-fics]

Elder Scrolls DC - A Reluctant Dragonborn - Chapter 6: Enter Lucien Flavius

Elder Scrolls DC - A Reluctant Dragonborn - Chapter 6: Enter Lucien Flavius by C_R_Scott Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Red Robin (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Tim Drake, Lucien Flavius Additional Tags: Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Skyrim/DCU crossover, Reluctant Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Not Beta Read

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Summary: Tim returns to Riverwood before attempting to trek to Bleak Falls Barrows. However, instead of gathering supplies to prepare for his assignment, he ends up picking up a companion.

(NOTE: I'm in the process of reblogging the initial chapters of this story because, for some reason, Tumblr won't let me edit the earlier versions that I created using the Tumblr app on my phone. I'm also in the process of creating a masterlist for this series)

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The next morning, after spending the evening at the Bannered Mare Inn in Whiterun and visiting the apothecary to pick up some salve for his burns, Tim reversed his journey back to Riverwood. As he walked, he thought about something the woman in the apothecary shop said as he made his purchase that morning.

***

"A severe lingering wound like that really needs to be looked at by someone with skills in healing arts. The damage is deep and basic healing potions aren't going to be strong enough to heal it completely. Perhaps if I had some stronger ingredients I could brew up a potion powerful enough to fix this, but I don't have any in stock," the elderly alchemist Arcadia said with concern. "There's a temple of Kynareth up the steps in the Cloud District.  It would take a few days, but my friend Danica and her apprentice could heal that completely for you."

Tim had sighed and shaken his head. "I wish I could, but the Jarl's given me an assignment that needs to be completed as soon as possible. I don't have a few days to spare." At the even more concerned look Arcadia gave him, one that was very similar to the kind Alfred used to give him when he'd overwork himself, Tim relented. "When I complete the Jarl's task and return to Whiterun, I promise I'll visit the temple."

***

The salve Arcadia gave him would ease some of the pain and prevent the burn from becoming infected, but it wouldn't heal the wound outright, and she was insistent he visit the temple as soon as he returned to Whiterun. Tim wished he could have taken some time to do this, but Balgruuf was right. With that dragon on the loose, the Jarl and his wizard needed as much information as they could get to protect the people of the hold.

Besides... He was used to working while injured. It almost felt... normal.

What wasn't normal was how little money he now had. The medicine, though necessary, had eaten up nearly all the Septims he had leftover after his night the Bannered Mare Inn. With a deepening sense of dread, Tim realized he couldn't remember ever being so broke before. It was an unsettling anxious feeling that he really didn't like. Is this what it was like for people who had to live paycheck to paycheck, just one medical disaster away from financial ruin? Is this what it felt like to be forced to work on a job not just out of a sense of duty or responsibility, but because if you didn't you'd have to potentially starve or be homeless?

***

"Ah! Good to see you again!" a friendly voice shook Tim from his thoughts. Apparently, while lost in his thoughts on his journey to Riverwood, he'd entered a sort of autopilot and hadn't been aware of how far he'd travelled. He glanced up, startled, to see he was already on the bridge entering Riverwood. He glanced at the sky, noting the color of twilight and the few stars starting to peak out across the expanse. Then he turned to the voice, which belonged to Gerdur. 

"Oh. Hello," Tim said.

The blonde Nord woman smiled. "I see that your meeting with Balgruuf went well," she said as she walked over to meet Tim at the gate leading into the town. "The guards from Whiterun just arrived a few hours ago and set up camp on the other end of town. They're already patrolling the area between here and Helgen. Thank you so much for seeing the Jarl for us."

Tim smiled as well. "If it makes Riverwood safer, I'm glad to have been able to help."

Gerdur inclined her head toward the Sleeping Giant Inn. "Come on, let me treat you to a meal and some mead.  I'm meeting my husband Hod there, and we would love to hear about how things went with the Jarl over a pint or two."

By reflex, Tim almost declined. But he swiftly remember his current financial state and, of course, he didn't want to be rude to Gerdur. "A meal and some mead sounds wonderful. Lead the way."

***

Because Riverwood was such a small town, news apparently travelled like wildfire among the townsfolks. As Tim settled in at the Sleeping Giant Inn, he had folks coming by every few minutes to thank him for speaking with Jarl Balgruff and sending the guards. So many people were offering to buy him drinks he just couldn't physically consume that the owner of the Inn, a woman named Delphine, actually set up a tab for him that she allowed the citizens of Riverwood to pay into. In the end, as long as he was in Riverwood, Tim would't have to worry about food or drink for a good week at least. 

"So the Jarl's mage wants you to fetch something from Bleak Falls Barrow?" Hod, Gurder's husband, asked curiously. 

Tim nodded. "Something called a Dragonstone. Have you or anyone else heard of it?"

Gerdur shook her head. "I've lived beneath the shadow of the Barrow nearly my entire life and I've never heard of such a thing."

"What is the Barrow anyways?" Tim asked.

"I forget you're not from Skyrim," Gerdur started. "Back in ancient times, during the Merethic Era, when there was a cult who worshipped dragons instead of the Nine Divine, Bleak Falls Barrow used to be both a temple for them to worship and a place to bury their dead. Of course, now there is no Dragon Cult, and the Barrow are ruins. However, a dark magic lingers in that place, and rumor has it that the halls of the Barrow are still walked by the restless dead, forced to serve their ancient dragon cult masters even now."

"So dragons, magic, and zombies... great..." Tim muttered sullenly into his mug of ale before draining the last bit of it. 

Hod regarded Tim with concern. "Are you sure you want to go to the Barrow? Last we saw you, you weren't in the best of shape after Helgen."

Tim force a reassuring smile. "I'm fine now. I visited Arcadia in Whiterun and she gave me some medicine. Nothing to worry about."

Hod breathed a small sigh of relief. "That's good. Even a healthy warrior visiting the Barrow would find exploring that accursed place a challenge." 

***

Gerdur and her husband lingered a bit longer at the inn with Tim. But as the hour grew late, they rose to leave. Being woodcutters, their day started early. "Make sure you come to our home after you're done here," Gerdur insisted. "Don't go wasting your coin on the inn for the night."

"Of course. I won't be much longer. Just want to finish this pint."

By now most of the patrons of the inn had gone, and once Hod and Gerdur left, there were just one or two left. Tim's smile faded as he stared into mug.

"What am I going to do?" he whispered to himself.

"Excuse me, sir. I don't normally do this, but... erm... have you got a moment to talk?"

Tim barely heard the footsteps approaching him, but he did notice when a stranger took a seat on the bench next to him where Hod had been just a short time before. Tim glanced at the man. He clearly wasn't a Nord. The accent was more... British, and he wore clothing that clearly spoke of someone with money. It confused Tim and immediately put him on guard. "I might," Tim responded cooly before feigning taking a sip from his mug.

The stranger smiled. "Marvelous. My name is Lucien Flavius. I'm a scientist, philosopher, amateur wizard, and something of a musician, though I supposed that's more of a hobby..."

Tim narrowed his brows as he stared hard at Lucien, silently willing him to please get to the point. 

Lucien appeared to get the hint. "Ah- I couldn't help overhearing that you are going to be making a trip up to the Bleak Falls Barrows in the morning."

"I might... What is it to you?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, I'm here in Skyrim on an expedition - academic mainly. I'm currently employed as a researcher for a new museum based out of Solitude. I was sent to this region on a few errands, and one of them is investigating those same Barrows. I'm to investigate the ruins and determine if they're of enough significant archaeological importance to fund a fully manned excavation into it.

"Alas, when I got here, I found out that in addition to the Barrow being crawling with Draugr, the outer area around the ruins has become the infested with bandits. 

"Trouble is, I'm really not much of a fighter. I know a few spells and can just about swing a sword, but beyond that I'm pretty useless in combat. Skyrim's no place for a... 'milk drinker' like me - not on my own anyway. So I'm looking for someone to travel with. 

"My original plan was to make my way to Whiterun in the morning and hire a mercenary to escort me through the Barrow, but since you're already heading that way, perhaps I could tag along with you instead? It would save me a couple of days of travel between here and Whiterun."

Tim began to shake his head. "It wouldn't be safe--"

"I will, of course, compensate you most handsomely for putting up with me."

"Really, Lucien, I don't think--"

"Would three hundred Septims up front be enough?"

Tim was so startled by the amount he couldn't mask his wide eyed look of surprise and his protest against Lucien seemed to be cut off at the knees. Sensing a crack in the young man's resolve, the scholar pushed forward, sweetening the pot even further as he pulled out a bag bulging with coin and set it on the table between them.

"Here. You can have this now. After that, I'll top you up every time we come across something useful to my research. This is all at your discretion, of course. No obligations, save that you take me with you, and assist in keeping me alive wherever possible."

He wanted to say no. Tim wanted to push the bag of coins away and encourage the scholar to go to Whiterun and hire a proper mercenary to keep him safe. It would be better for him that way. However...

"I suppose we have a deal," Tim finally relented with a sigh as he picked up the bag of coins and weighed it thoughtfully in his hand.

Lucien's face lit up. "Oh, splendid! This is going to be quite the adventure!"

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NOTE: Lucien Flavius is an original character Joseph Russell that can be downloaded and added to your Skyrim game as an immersive, fully voiced unique follower.

(https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrimspecialedition/mods/20035)

Normally, you would find him in the inn of a different town, but I've made some adjustments in this story so that Tim meets him w/out going there. In this story, Lucien is a scholar working for a special new museum based out of Solitude (https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrimspecialedition/mods/11802) and he's actually on the "relic hunter" initial storyline that comes if you use the "Alternate Start - Live Another Life" mod where your main character chooses to go to Solitude via ship and you have a life where you are a relic hunter invited by the museum's curator to Skyrim (https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrimspecialedition/mods/272).

[mxtantrights]

˚ · · . · ✵ ✷PART TWENTY-EIGHT

word count: 2.7k!

Warnings: jessie gets high but it’s not detailed, just the after part. ALSO FLUFF 

HAWKINS, INDIANA

DECEMBER 26, 1984

I watched as all the kids sat around the game table and exchanged gifts. It was the day after Christmas- friendsmas as I'm dubbing it- and we were all held up in Mike's basement. I know they wanted to see each other all on actual Christmas day but their schedules and families wouldn't allow it. So I called everyone up this morning and arranged this.

They all thanked me with a hug when I got here with Mickey and Dayton.

Speaking of which,

I find Dayton sitting on the couch fiddling with his hands. He's been back for about two weeks now and we haven't talked much about the elephant in the room.

I take a seat next to him and smooth down my skirt. "Why are you fiddling with your hands so awkwardly?"

He stops and looks to me. "I feel like I left you here and I let you down."

"You didn't. You did the best you could do for someone who was in a different time zone. Trust me." I clap his shoulder hard- like really hard, he hates it when I do that. And he winces. "You raised me right."

"Ha-ha."

Theres footsteps coming down the steps and quickly at the bottom is Steve. He waves to the both of us before saying his greetings to the kids. Dustin and him are up to some new handshake and I think if they don't find one soon we'll all be in trouble.

After that he finds his way on the couch next to me and my brother.

"I think we met last year at the fourth of July party. Steve right?" My brother asks Steve so un-smoothly. Did he really think I didn't know that he had Steve look over me while he was gone? He even holds his hand out for Steve to shake.

Steve awkwardly laughs. "Yeah Dayton she knows."

"What? She knows?!"

I try to stifle my laughter at his outburst.

"She used her abilities on me to make me tell the truth! What was I gonna do?" Steve argues his point.

It's true he couldn't have done anything about it.

Dayton only shakes his head in annoyance.

Lucas and Dustin come up to us on the couch with two bags in their hands. I looking between the two of them and their shit eating grins.

"If this has anything to do with milk I'm giving y'all both wedgies."

Dustin passes me a red bag. "It has nothing to do with you being milk girl."

Lucas gives Steve his bag as well.

I move around the fancy tissue paper and see jeans? I pull it out with my hands and I see that it's not pants but a jean jacket. And the back is painted on with some eye popping colors but the patches on the sleeves are what gets me.

One of them is the state of Texas. And next to it is a Hawkins patch. There are a few notable patches besides those. A lasso. One says Cherry bomb. And one with a brain on it.

I look up and it's not just Dustin and Lucas anymore. The rest of the gang is behind them now watching me.

I pull the jacket on and it fits loosely. It's the best kind of fit.

Looking over at Steve I see his gift. It's another jean jacket but his is different from mine. His has got no patches on it just the paint on the back. And I can't miss the big 'MOM' on the back.

"We wanted to thank you guys for everything you did for us." Mike- the kind asshole- Wheeler speaks up.

I get up from my seat and hod my arms out. "Hugs right now or so help me I will cry on every single one of you."

Max and Mickey are first in almost making me fall over. Then Dustin and Lucas, lastly Mike. I quickly place a kiss on the top of their heads, almost missing Mike because he pulls away slightly but I pull him back.

"Okay Jessie, give me my kids now."

HAWKINS, INDIANA

JANUARY 1985

My stomach grumbling was getting annoying. I needed to put food into my system before I combust. I just didn't feel like leaving Mike's couch. After sitting here while the boys play their precious D&D after a whole year, I'm growing attached.

I'm laid on the couch like a mad woman. My legs are leaning off the side arm, only one of my arms is slanged over the back of the couch. The other one is holding me up properly.

Steve comes down the steps. Hair flopping around like usual.

"Steve! Good you're here!" I say as he descends down the last steps.

"Hey!" He waves to me.

Then he's saying hi to the kids. I watch as he makes his rounds and then walks over to me and the couch. NO if he sits down then we're not leaving here. And I need food.

I bolt out of my seat. "I'm revolting I need food."

"Why don't you ask my mom for something?" Mike asks me.

I didn't want to trouble his mom. I also didn't want to have to interact with any adults. My mouth is a little crazy as Mickey and Dayton keep saying. I'm not good at holding back my opinions.

I shush Mike and look at Steve. "Please can I get food? Please? Pretty please? The D&D is making me want to eat the floor."

"Hey!" All the boys and Max say at once.

Steve chuckles and puts his hands on his hips. Oh no what does he want. He only does that when he wants something. What could he want from me? Wasn't being friends with me enough?

"I need your skilled handwriting for some envelopes." He puts rather simply.

Okay I can do that.

"Alright I'll do it," I grab his arm and start dragging him the way he came. "I just need food. Food. Steve my stomach is like boiling. I need food."

"Alright alright. I got you." Instead of letting me drag him up the steps he falls in line with me.

Always the gentleman, he opens the door and lets me out. I let go of his arm, and let him lead the way. He takes the both of us out the back and I see his red BMW. With a spur of energy I run to the passenger side and dive into the seat.

"Come on, faster pretty boy. I'm trying not to die of starvation here."

-

"Have you been getting any memories lately?"

I turn to look at Steve in the drivers seat. I had just finished a whole meal and now he wants me to talk? I need my post-meal nap pretty soon.

I guess I could just talk to him and wait until we get back.

"Not really, no. It's been radio silent up here." I knock on my head twice.

He can't help but laugh when I do. Maybe that will ease this conversation back to a more friendly topic. I don't want to think about all the bad things today. I was trying to just have a nice day. I could think about it tomorrow. Or the next day.

"I'm serious though. You'd tell me if you did?"

"Yeah." I shoot back.

We continue on the drive in a comfortable silence. It feels like it should be awkward but its not. We have some weird upside down bond now. We haven't seen it all but we've seen enough together.

It doesn't take long before I see Mike's house appear outside my window. Steve's quick to get out of the car but I'm not, I just ate! I need to take it slow don't wanna pull a stomach muscle or something.

I've got the itis.

Slowly I open my door and roll myself out of the car. As I do I know Steve is watching me struggle. He loves to do that sometimes I swear if he wasn't my friend I would yell at him, I swear it.

He's back at my side in an instant holding his arm out for me to lock with mine.

"Ah Steve, such a gentleman."

-

HAWKINS, INDIANA

JANUARY 1985

I try to smoothly make it to my desk in one piece without raising suspicion. I don't trip, or look anyone in the eye as I make it to the back where Steve is sitting. However I do see his floppy hair and I have to clamp my mouth shut to not giggle.

His hair!

How does he do it everyday?

How?

I sit down and put my notebook on the desk.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks.

I turn slowly to nod at him, I don't wanna do it to fast or he's gonna think something is up with me. I can't alert the troops. I can't alert anyone!

He studies my face, and then his face changes. Did he just figure it out? Did he just find out that quickly? Maybe he won't say anything.

"Are you high right now?" He whispers to me.

My head is nodding again even though I wanna deny it. I was about to deny it. But my head is faster than my mouth.

Ha!

I watch closely as Steve pulls my chair and then my desk close to his. My fingers start playing with the loose ends of my knitted sweater. I wonder how those little dangling threads happen. Why did they happen? I didn't cut my sweater.

I hear our english teacher clear her throat to get the class to settle. It's then that I roll my shoulders back and face the board with the straightest face I can make.

The class settles after a few moments pass and our teacher begins to write names on the board. I watch with confusion. Why was she writing down our names? Did she forget them?

Then she writes down my name. And Steve's.

I look at Steve.

"She was picking random students to read their essays today- Jess we are fucked." He whispers to me and the way he sounds is so funny I start laughing under my breath.

I pull my sweater over my mouth to try and hide it. My eyes are watering before I know it and I have to put my head down on the desk to hide my laughter.

"Ms.Glendall whats the matter?"

Then that makes me laugh even more. Holy shit I'm about to get caught! I'm about to get caught and I don't even have an excuse to give! I'm gonna get detention! Holy shit have I ever gotten detention since I've been here?

No I haven't. I would remember.

"Jessie's not feeling to well, can she read her essay another day?" Steve asks for me.

I can feel his hand come to pat my head like I'm some sort of dog- I'm laughing even harder now. My stomach is starting to hurt with how much I'm dying from this.

"Sure Mr. Harrington."

Steve peers in close to me, close enough to whisper in my ear. When I can feel his hot ass breath on my ear I stop laughing. "You owe me big time Jess."

Oh god how am I gonna make it to Lunch. Hopefully Jon doesn't mind skipping with me to get some food. I am not eating slop while under the influence.

-

I can't believe I'm this much a wuss. I mean I tasered a demo-dog for crying out loud. You'd think I've grown some macho in me.

But no.

Here I am with my envelopes for colleges. Ready to send.

And I'm holding them in my hands like they're about to fly away.

"Step away from the applications."

I swiftly turn around.

Steve's leaning against his car.

"You know I can just go right back upstairs and cancel our plans to hang out." I quip, already turning away.

It's not long, what with his long ass legs, before he has my arm in his grasp and he's stopping me. I turn around slowly to face him, ready for that stupid look on his face. He's gonna make fun of me. I know he is.

He sent out his early applications and I'm standing here, fiddling with my regular applications.

But he doesn't have a look on his face. He looks serious.

"Alright so do you want me to do them for you or do you want a pep talk so you can do it yourself?"

I look between him and my mailbox. A few times. Maybe it's actually more than a few because he snatches the envelopes from my hands and does it himself.

Instead of letting him get the final touch I do it myself. I raise the red flag on the box.

"Well ladies and gentlemen I think Jessica Glendall has finally finished with her applications! How about a round of applause for the girl!" He starts yelling. I try to cover his mouth but he's too tall. And he's fighting me off a bit.

"Cut it out you weirdo! I have neighbors!"

"Is that what the other houses are for? I thought it was decoration."

HAWKINS, INDIANA

JANUARY 1985

"Did you actually have a lasso back home?"

I stop eating and look at Jonathan. He's got a big smile on his face because he knows he's being a little shit. But he wouldn't come up with this on his own. I know this is Steve's doing.

"Steve put you up to this?" I ask him back.

He shakes his head but can't hide his laughter.

"Nah. I just heard it from Will, who heard it from Dustin, who was told by Steve." He explains to me.

"I don't care that we're the same age I will give you a wedgie you do know that right?" It's rhetorical as he puts his hands up in surrender.

"I'd love to see you give Steve a wedgie. Or put him in a lasso."

"Yeah I'd love to see it too."

-

I was cheering Steve on in the gym not too long ago. He's playing really hard right now so that the scouts can see him. I know that he feels like he has to overcompensate with sport because his grades are too hot.

But neither are mine. We're in the same boat here.

His car chirps and I look around for him. I was waiting for him on his car after all. I find him walking my way with his sport bag slung over his shoulder. They didn't win today but he did carry his team the whole way through. That's gotta count for something.

He doesn't say anything to me- no snide remark, no sass, not even a hello. All he does is get into his car and slam the door. Maybe he wants to be alone right now?

I hop off the hood of his car and he turns the engine on.

Maybe I should take the hint and leave.

I put my bag over both of my shoulders and start to turn my body away when I hear the horn honk. So I turn back.

The window is rolled down on my side.

"Aren't you coming?"

I open the door swiftly and get in. "You sure you don't want to be alone right now? I mean I can understand-"

"No I'll be fine. I just need to drive around for a little bit." He says to me and starts pulling out of the parking lot.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I offer

I remember the forth of July party and what he said. About College and parents. This was definitely a topic that he dreaded.

He pumps the breaks on the car when I say it. I almost jolt forward but he holds his arm out to brace me. It makes me let out a breath that's all I know. His arm retracts back to his side as he keeps his eyes on the wheel.

"My dad sucks. And my grades kind of suck. And he's riding my ass about college."

I carefully put my hand on his shoulder. "Look all you can do is your best Steve. At the end of the day it's all anyone can do. Your dad might not see it but it's you who needs to start seeing it. It's your life."

"Y-yeah."

"Plus all of the shit you did with those monsters from hell is pretty badass. You'd probably get a metal for it if it wasn't top secret."

He laughs. "Thanks Jessie."

"Of course Stevie."

"Jessica!"

"Stephen!"

[cassiedangerclouds]

Soldier Poet King {BBS}

For many a century, war had raged between the two factions.

It was said in the tales told by the elders that there will be a group consisting of a soldier, who carries a mighty sword, a poet, whose weapon is his word and a ruler, whose brow is laid in thorn.

It is only when the three meet that the land will be at peace once more.

This will be known as the next coming of Christ for the many Christians that live among our ranks, but for the rest of us, it will be asscention to the next life....

Soldier

"You dare assassinate the Prince, fiend?" the knight quiried, the tip of his iron sword pressed against the accused throat.

The male accused stared down at sword, carful not to move, "You misunderstand valiant knight, for I wish not to harm the Prince. He is but one of the things I fight for."

The knight raised a brow, looking the male up and down, "But you dress of our ENEMY, why would a protector of our nobel highness don this attire?"

The accused gulped, feeling his Adam's apple against the blade, his fingers stretched desperately for his hidden dagger, "I don the attire of my kingdom valiant knight, but I would die for your Prince if I had to choose between my land and his life."

"Sir Wine, what is the matter of all of this racus?" a thick accent rang down the empty halls, as footstep approached fast, alerting the two males of a new presence in their battle.

The knight stared at the brown haired Prince, "Sir, I haf found a heathen on royal lands. How does thou decree the fellon be prosecuted?" he questioned, not moving his sword an inch.

The Prince cracked a wide small, glancing up at the knight and down at the fellon, "I decree, that the mighty knight don a smile and put thou sword away. Leave the fellon for he is no crook."

The knight, sworn to obey the words of his ruler obeyed begrudgingly. "But sir, the fiend dons the attire of our sworn enemies, the Trollès. For by the word of your mother and father, he shall be sleign," he protested, sheathing his sword and sending a wary glance at the accused.

The accused still didn't move his eyes staring pleadingly at the Prince, the enemy of his people and the ruler of his very own heart.

"Sir Wine, this fiend is here of my accord, he-"

"Is he a spy then?" the knight interjected, realising his mistake, "My-my good Prince."

The Prince shook his head, letting out a chuckle, "No good knight. Listen and listen well Tyler, my parents may never here a word of what I speak now. This fiend, his only crime is that of my heart. He is here on my request."

The knight looked between his Prince and the accused, "But good Prince, it is foresworn that we are enemies of the Trollès, for how hath this fiend stolen thy heart? He must be a witch! He must be hung!"

The accused gulped, feeling his blood run cold, "I-I assure you oh valiant knight that I am not a witch for those are the dirtiest of scum and must be hung! I am simply a soldier, loyal to my heart and thou Prince has mine."

The knight glanced between the two once more, letting out a huff he turned his attention back to his Prince, "I am sworn to protect you Prince Luke, for I shall not speak a word of this to the king or queen. But, your knight must be carful to not be caught by the other knights," he warned, eyeing his enemy up and down. "For they will not hesitate as I hath, for sure they will kill your love."

Prince Luke nodded, "I understand, thank you Sir Wine. Tyler, seriously, thank you. Come Sir Fanning," grabbing the accused hand, he dragged the other knight away.

Sir Wine shook his head, going back to his post, he noticed a small roll of parchment near the entrance hall door.

Causiously he approached, picking up the scroll.

Stamped with the red seal of the lands of Trollès, he assumed that it must be from the other knight until in flowing letters a name could be seen.

Sir Tyler Wine, Valiant Knight of Kingdom Raggè.

Poet

He had waited, many a months for the chance to speak his heart. For the knight that had captured his soul be of the enemy. While scribes, messengers and poets be not of a side, nobles and knights had a common belief of whomever's court they are born under be where they belong to.

So thus for the raven haired poet, his luck be drawn short, for he was born of the Trollès court. His soul however, bound to the hands of a Raggè knight.

Of course he volunteered when the nobel knight of his court asked for someone to travel to the lands of Raggè with him, for he would but get a better look at the knight who had bu pillaged his small village in the lands of the kingdom Trollè.

"Sir Fanning, you hath told a lie. You state that not a soul tavelled with thee and yet here stands a man," a posh voice cut the poet out of his thoughts, making him scarcely aware of the scene around him.

Before the soldier could reply, the poet explained himself, "Excuse me, mighty Prince Luke of the Raggè lands, do not scold the good knight Ryan. For I am a humble poet and I wish no harm. I am shunned for being born on Trollès land, but us poets are not bound by such ties as knights and royalty," he explained himself.

The Prince looked the poet up and down once more, before nodding his head in agreeance. "Fine, Ry, be careful to not get caught and have a safe trip back home," he pecked the night on the cheek before turning on his heel and walking away.

The knight smiled, standing almost in a daze.

"Sir Fanning, we must leave for the royal watch will be doing their rounds soon. If we wish to keep our lives, we must not be caught," the poet reminded the knight, grabbing his hand, pulling him towards the shadows.

After a long trip through the town square, the poet and the knight made it to a small village, on the outskirts of the Trollès land. Before they could cross the border, they were stopped by a man with brown hair and shining brown eyes in a robe.

"Evan, thank god you hath made it back without being caught," he stated, ingnoring the knight, addressing the poet.

The poet had a small smile on his lips, his brown eyes shimmering in the moonlight, "Yes. I also still have your letter for the Prince. I hope you don't mind a few days for thee's reply, for my Prince is a little bit harsh and does not take well to Poets."

"Of course not Evan, take thy time in getting a response, I am sure that the Prince will see that you are excused from his prejedice," the other man replied.

"Evan, we really must be going. My apologies poet, but we wish not to get caught by anyone," the knight stated, looking at the man's attire.

The man nodded his head, "Farewell friend, I hope to see you again soon," he watched as the poet and knight walked away.

The poet looked at the knight, "You must get back to your post, please make sure to give this," he handed the knight a scroll, "to the Prince, it is from my poet friend. Do not read it, for thou is not who the letter is for."

The knight bowed his head in honour, "I swear upon the great work of our Protector that I shan't read the letter and that the Prince will receive the scroll," the knight said, continuing his quest to his castle, leaving the poet in his small village.

The poet starred up at the moon, wondering if the one who had his soul would read his letter.

King

The Prince couldn't believe his eyes. The throneroom was a disaster, his parent both slain, lying across their thrones.

"Master Hanby, you are now the King of Trollès," the court councillor stated.

The Prince still stood shocked, King...how could I be King?

The townsfolk starred at the Prince as he was coronated. He counted the seconds until the moment would end. 99, 100.

"King Brian of the Trollès land," the court councillor declared, placing the crown upon the young man's head.

The crowd cheered but the King paid it no attention, he was to busy staring at the back church. A hooded figure sat in the last row of seats, next to him was a poet with a wide smile.

As soon as he was excused, the King rushed to the back of the church, much to the protest of the nobles.

"What are you doing here? Why did you bring him?" the King's tone was that of worry.

The Poet's smile faded, replaced be a grim look, "He wished to come my lord, I begged of him not to and he protested, accompanying me. He believed a letter was not the right articulate of congratulations," the raven haired man explained.

The hooded figure concealed a smile under his hood, reaching his hands out, placing them on the King's, "Of you I congratulate, my fair and noble King."

"SIN! OUR NOBLE KING HATH SINNED!" a townsperson hollered out, pointing at the King and the hodded figures hand.

The hooded figure retracted his hands quickly, keeping his head down.

"Fair people fear not for-"

"UNMASK YOURSELF FIEND! REVEAL THOU IDENTITY THAT DARE TAINT OUR RULER!" another townsperson yelled.

The hooded figure shuffled his feet, swallowing hastily, he removed his hood, revealing his messy brown hair.

"THE WHOLE CLOAK FIEND!" the first townsperson roared, accompanied by the cheers from the rest of the church, excluding the Poet and the King.

"Dear townsfolk and nobles fear not, for this man means you no harm. He is just here to congratulate our noble and righteous King and be on his way," the Poet explained, trying to save his friend.

"Nobody cares for words of a filthy Poet, be gone from our sight and take your filth with you," the second townsperson hissed, degrading the Poet.

The King kept his lips sewn shut, he did not wish to anger his people more, but wanted so badly to help his friends.

With a sigh of defeat, the hooded figure removed his robe, reavealing but plain townsfolk dress, with one key difference to the surrounding court.

"HE DON THE MARK OF THE ENEMY, HE MUST BE BURNT AT THE STAKE!" the first townsperson roared, gaining agreeance from the court.

The King could not take the scene much longer, "If you hang this man then thee must hang I also, for this Poet only be here because I hath his heart as he hath mine."

The church fell silent, much of a pin being dropped would be the loudest fo noise.

"THEN BURN YOU SHALL BOTH. FOR LOVE OF A MAN AND A MAN IS A SIN BY THE NAME OF GOD HIMSELF!"

The court cheered at the decree of the Lord of the land.

The hooded figure stared at the King with wide eyes, a feeling of dread settling in his stomach as he realised that he had got both his and his lovers lives lost.

"GUARDS SEIZE THESE FIENDS AND GET THEM READY FOR THEIR PENALTY, DEATH BY STAKE!" The Lord yelled as the gaurds rushed in and shackled the hooded figure and the King leading them away, leaving the Poet alone in the church.

Soldier, Poet, King: The Return Of The Great Transcendence

The Prince had not believed for a second when he heard the word that his old childhood friend was going to venture to the enemy lands to congratulate his lover.

He had made sure to follow the poor soul, even if it meant his life be damned.

Unfortunately, Sir Wine, his loyal knight and his squire had caught the Prince trying to escape. He agreed to come along for the protection of them both.

Once arrived in the kingdom town, he found it deserted.

"The coronation must have began." he commented, heading towards the tall church building.

The Squire followed in silence, afraid of the outcome of being found, surely the penalty would be to be burnt at the stake.

As they approached the church, a load roar echoed across the empty street, the sound of many footsteps seemed to make the ground shake.

The Squire pulled the Prince into an alley in the shadows and signalled for him to be quiet.

Trailing behind the mob of angry people, the Poet and the Knight quietly conversed about the scene at hand.

The Prince went to call out when he saw his love but was stopped by the Squire.

The Squire shook his head taking out his sword he used to sun's light to catch the attention of the Knight.

The Knight saw the glimmering out of the corner of his eye and turned his attention away from the Poet to try find the source of the shining light.

He spotted the Squire and grabbed the Poet's arm, dragging him towards the two hiding enemy.

"But Ryan, we must go with them. We have to save them, we hath no time for delay!" The Poet protested, trying to pull away.

"Who's in trouble?" the Prince asked curiously, catching the Poet's attention first.

The Knight smiled to himself, before his features turned sour. "What are you both doing here? You could get thouself killed."

Ignroing the Knight's words, the Prince turned his attention to the Poet.

"Great Prince Luke of Raggè, my townspeople have found out that the noble King Brian gives his heart to a man, and so they wish for him to be nailed to a stake to burn in the sun." The Poet explained, feeling his heart racing.

"To who does his heart belong, Poet?" the Squire queried, looking between the Prince and the Poet.

The Poet turned his attention to the knight, noticing that it was the noble man who hath his soul.

"I fought for him not to come, begged on my hands and knees, but alas he persisted," the Poet explained, dodging the actual question.

"To answer your question plainly good Knight, they have sentenced King Brian and his lover, the humble Poet Brock Barrus to death by stake." The Knight bluntly stated.

The Prince felt the colour drain from his face, his childhood friend had been sentenced to death for falling in love.

"This is preposturous! We must go now and aid our friends to freedom," he stated, not waiting a second more, marching out of the alley and towards the direction the mob had gone but minutes earlier.

The Knight, Squire and Poet followed silently, not wanting to leave the Prince alone in his quest, but knowing that following meant certain death.

The group arrived as the Lord was placing a crown of thorns upon the king head.

"Enough of these monstrosities!" The Prince hollered, attracting the attention of all of the attendees.

"We need not listen to you, Raggè scum!" a townswoman close the group spat, referencing the read tie around the Prince's waist.

The Prince smirked, ripping off his cloak, "Thou shall not harm one of my loyal townsfolk!" he roared.

"THE PRINCE OF OUR ENEMY DARE STEP FOOT ON SACRED TROLLÈ LAND? GAURDS, SEIZE THEM ALL FOR THEY ARE ALL SINNERS OF SORTS!" The Lord screamed.

The knights charged towards the group, swords at the ready.

The Knight jumped in front of the Prince, "Move back my Prince!" he declared, fighting off as many knights as he could.

The Squire tapped the Prince's shoulder, handing hand a sword, "Here my Prince, for I always carry a spare sword in case of combat."

The Prince nodded thankfully, before springing it action next to the Knight, the Squire joining them not long after.

Three knight surrounded the Poet, all with swords pointed at throat.

The Poet remained as calm as he could and closed his eyes, he whistled a tune, simple three notes and the knights were knocked back.

The knights moved back towards the Poet.

"For legend tells of a song that may be stronger then any sword,

For all it takes is three simple chord." the Poet sang out, knocking them back once more.

"For a fight so hard,

May be finished by simple bard."

The knights all fell, leaving the Knight, Squire and Prince in awe of the feat the Poet had just displayed.

A few knight lay struck by sword in a slow death, the light slowly fading from their eyes.

The Lord was red in the face as he watched half of the kingdoms knight fall to a simple poem. "SEIZE THEM! SOMEBODY SEIZE THESE FIENDS!"

Most of the townspeople scattered, not wanting to face the Bard mainly.

A handful of townspeople charged for the group.

"STOP!" A voice echoed across the square, causind everyone to turn in the direction of the noise.

There stood a young Princess, her eyes shining like diamonds.

"Do you not all see? For a legend has come true, a prophecy for the centuries of heartache,"

"Shut up you brat, no one asked for your opinion," The Lord growled.

The Princess ignored him, walking towards the group. Reaching them, she offered her hand to the Prince.

"Mighty and noble Prince, please follow me to your townsfolk, for he has no right to be staked." she explained, grabbing the Prince's hand.

The Knight kept his cool, not wanting to draw attention to himself, but deep down he was angry at the young lady who had just touched the man that hath his heart in such a tender way.

"Valiant Knight, noble Squire and intelligent Bard, thou must also follow and aid," the Princess informed the rest of the group.

The mob of townspeople stepped out of the Princess' way, frightened of her. The Prince, the Knight, the Squire and the Bard could not see how someone so petite could scare grown men, but they did not question it.

They all arrived in front of the King and the Poet who don crowns of thorn upon their heads.

The young Princess turned to face the angry Lord. "For you my lord, the fiends have been seized," she flicked her head and the knight came and tied the group up, gagging the Bard.

"For by the end of the next hour, thou shall be begging for mercy from the nobles of the lands of Trollès." the young Princess declared, a devilish smile upon her lips.

The knights tied the Prince and the Knight on one stake as they had done to the King and the Poet, leaving the Bard and the Squire on the last stake.

Upon all of their heads laid crowns of thorn, for they had all sinned that day.

The Bard tapped in the stake with his boot heel, creating a small tune to fill in the deafening silence that surround the sinners.

The Knight smiled sympathetically at the Bard, knowing that he would not have been in this situation if it weren't for him.

"First will come a soldier," the Squire murmered, realising the beat the Bard was tapping went with the old rhyme and legend; For there will be a Soldier, a Poet and a King, "who carries a mighty sword."

"He will tear your city down," the Knight replied, shooting a smirk the the Knight.

"Next will come a Poet, whose weapon be his word," the Poet continued, shooting a sorry glance at the Bard, "he will slay you with his word."

"Finally a ruler, whose brow be laid in thorns," the Prince realyed, hanging his head in shame.

"Smeared with oil like David's boy," the King replied the final line of the fable.

"They will bring the city down, o lei o lai o lord," the group were caught off guard by the young Princess' voice joining to reciet the end of the poem. She made quick work undoing the ropes that held the group hostage.

"You must be quick, the people of this kingdom are not ready for the next coming. They fear change," the young Princess informed them, "go to the fair Princes' kingdom, for his people are seeking change."

"How does thee know that this is so?" The Prince questioned.

"A might lord has told me so, but you must go quick, the townspeople are starting to whisper," the young Princess stated, as whsipers grew into audible words.

"Thank you fair Princess, for how shall I repay you?" The Prince asked, as the others had already started their escape to the kingdom gates.

The Princess smiled, "Repay you shall not, for I shall join your kingdom soon and be with my Lord."

The Prince simply nodded, not knowing how to respond to the Princess' statement. He ran after his friends.

The Princess smiled as she watched them go, "For an angel will aid them in their coming, o lei o lai o lord," she whispered, knowing that the right thing had been done.

[haiky-u-lously]

There’s Magic in UA

Request: Heya :D Here I go again. I would like to request "A familiar that’s personality matches your soulmate’s" for BNHA Todoroki? I am really curious about this one :D Let me know if you need some more info or something ❤

A/n: This was harder to write than I anticipated. I’m also not so sure if its good enough...oh well. Oh! My studies about mythology have told me that in some tales familiars are viewed as basically power-ups. So, they are in essence, lesser than the witch they’ve connected to. So, when walking, witch/wizard leads the familiar. I tried to follow this line of belief for this story. Otherwise, have fun. Questions/comments/concerns/ideas etc. are welcome as always. Let me know what you think.

Summary: Sek’Hod is your familiar. Sekhmet is a god of fire from Egypt and Hod is a god of winter from Norse mythology. Your familiar is a cat. UA is not a school for heroes. It’s a school for wizards and witches alike. Not everyone has their familiar before entering UA, its more common to find your familiar during your last year there, or at the school you attend. However, sometimes things happen, people find their familiars before beginning classes. And…sometimes…students transfer in with them.

Warnings:Language, and mention of having anxiety/going into an attack (not detailed and is very brief).

Enjoy!--Admin Red

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“Where did I..” You drawled out, more to yourself, spinning in search of the practically cursed item. “Sek’Hod, have you seen..?” Looking at your other half, you watched as the di-chromatic kitten blinked at you. Continuing her staring as if you had not addressed her so explicitly. Sighing, you realized you’d have to try some more, show your familiar that you were indeed actually trying on your own.

After a few more minutes spent in vain, upon hearing the chime of the silver bell around her collar, you turned to Sek’Hod.

And saw your wand perched on the table right next to her.

“Thank you, Sek’Hod. Now we can be on our way.” Straightening up, you brushed off any possible dirt particles.

Today you started at your new transfer school. Home of the best wizards and witches in Japan.

You watched as Sek’Hod jumped off her favorite spot in order to follow you, and smiled widely. Finding her had been the best feeling ever. As soon as you had seen the kitten, you knew she was yours and you hers. It took less than an hour for the connection to form and your parents told you that they hadn’t heard of the action forming that quickly except for in the top duos. Lucky for you, their belief in that was so deep they did everything in their power to get you transferred to this school.

Where your idol, All Might had chosen to begin his professing career.

Locking the door behind you, and tying your ropes tights you made short work of the walk to your new class.

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A dark haired, exhausted looking professor had stopped you from entering the class.

He led you away and explained the process that had your expression in a deep frown.

“Since you just transferred in and we don’t know what you know in comparison to our students, you have to do all the tests they’ve taken up to this point. Any you fail, you will be given supplementary lessons for and will do again. If you fail after that, you will be sent back to your prior school.” The older professor seemingly glared at you, “Do you have any questions?”

You shook your head. While not the nicest way to say it, the instructions were very clear. Pass, stay. Fail twice, leave. Simple.

Sek’Hod meowed once at you curtly, and you mentally thanked her for the understood piece of comfort.

She believed in you. Your parents believed in you. And, the school must have as well or they wouldn’t have waited to tell me this until after I moved all my stuff into the dorms.

You entered the room with your cat trailing behind you.

Noticing the posted schedule you saw you’d have three tests a day for two weeks. It made sense to you with all the listed courses.

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During each testing period, Sek’Hod laid by the windows. Sometimes, rarely, she’d lift her head and stare at you.

However, when you did nothing new (except maybe give a small wave or smile her way) she’d lay it back down and continuing staring. You’d also seen her take some bored-like looks out the window.

She must have felt you staring back at her then because the quick-witted cat turned away quickly and moved to the opposite side of the room, to sit directly behind you.

Which made you scoff despite yourself, “Oh, Sek’Hod. So silly.”

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After your first week of testing you were ready to be done.

Every time during meal periods, Sek’Hod just pushed her food around for a long while before eating. You were getting more and more nervous about this new habit and hated that you didn’t know what to do to fix it.

But things didn’t change even during the weekend.

“Come Sek’Hod. Please, just eat your food?” You were practically pleading with her. She hissed at you and made to turn away, as if your words were poisonous to her.

Which is when you had the bright idea to try and grab her by lifting her from the stomach.

“Shit shit shit shit shit!” You cursed out, left hand flinging to hold your right. “Sek’Hod, you bitch!” You yelled, glaring at her.

The empty look told you she felt no remorse for the combined bite and scratch.

Participating in a sudden staring match with your cat, you nearly missed the rapid knocking on your door.

When it finally reached your ears, you shot up to catch the person before they left well-and-good alone. “Hi, sorry about that.”

“Oh, no! I’m sorry for interrupting. We just heard a scream and wanted to check if you were okay?” The bubbly-looking girl in front of you explained, her checks turning a bright pink shade.

“Yes, yes. Thank you, yes. I’m fine. Just Sek’Hod being mean, because I’m trying to help her!” Determinedly screaming the last part back towards where you knew that cat was in wait.

Just hearing a curt meow in response.

“Wait, you have a cat?” The girl asked in disbelief.

You smiled, “Of course. Sek’Hod is my familiar. It’s against the laws to split a chosen and familiar.” Reminding her of the law, you motioned for the girl to enter your room. Getting a sense that she’d be a good person to make friends with.

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Uraraka was pretty close to what you expected. She was bubbly and nice, and she was calling you guys friends before she left. It felt nice after practically a week of being near alone.

“See, Sek’Hod?” The cat just looked at you, as if she was done with your shit. “That’s how you should be. Nice.”

She just walked away.

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The next day you decided to get up early to get a good breakfast. Wanting to start the second week of testing with a good attitude.

Unfortunately for you, some magic-less people decided they were going to try and steal from you on your way to the restaurant.

Luckily thought, Sek’Hod had been angry with the change in schedule and wanted to take out her anger on something.

So, she did.

On the assholes that tried to attack you.

And, boy did they regret that early morning (late night?) choice. Because while all three ran away, two were crying while doing so.

“Hahah, so much for those gangster wanna-be’s. Huh, Sek’Hod?” You enthusiastically asked.

A small up turn of her mouth told you that the cat agreed with your sentiment.

Without another trouble the day went well.

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It was finally over.

All your make-up testing. And beyond the goddess, you passed everything. Some with flying colors. Your potions test having improved sleepy Mr. Frown-head (who’d you long since learned was actually the one and only Eraserhead) to the point that the man didn’t say anything in response to your score. Which opposed all his negative comments on the others.

You’d also discovered the man liked pushing students to the edge. Only telling them what they could improve on so that they wouldn’t get complicit or do something stupid. So when he didn’t tell you something immediately it felt good to stump the man. Especially knowing all about his reputation in the world of magics.

“Well (Y/N), guess since you didn’t fail you get to stay.” He said briefly before walking away.

You were smiling on your walk back to your room, imagining what you could say to Uraraka about everything since you hadn’t seen her since the night you’d met. When a blonde kicked a door open right in front of you.

Yelping obviously wouldn’t help the situation, but that didn’t stop the action from occurring.

Glaring at you, the boy’s look had you apologizing immediately. He squinted briefly before making to storm off.

Taking a second to breath, you realized what door he’d just walked out of. “Wait!” But your calls went unanswered. Jogging, you tried again.

And, again.

Right when you were about to take a deep breath to try again, you saw him come to a complete stop.

Following the slouching figure, you saw your cat blankly looking back into the red-eyes of the blonde.

“What do you want, stupid cat?”

But Sek’Hod just kept staring, empty eyes into angry ones.

“Well!” The kid screamed.

Before he could do much else, you spoke again. “Sorry, about Sek’Hod. As a familiar, she follows my will. And, I wanted you to stop.”

“Why should I stop for some idiot I don’t know?” He asked angrily.

You sighed, and beant down to pet behind your friend’s ears, her favorite spot. “You’re right. But when someone keeps calling wait, and running after you, you’d think that’d at least be enough to scream at them to leave you alone. Or give them a chance to explain what they want. Just ignoring the matter won’t make it go away. And, obviously, I got what I wanted in the long run, so you could have—”

“You talk to much dip-shit.” He commented and moved to walk away again. Sek’Hod stood in his path once again and you heard muttering of a spell.

Sending your own cast over your kitten, you screamed at him. “Why would you try to make my familiar blow up you jerk?! All I was going to ask was if you were in 2-A!? Now, I hope to the goddess you aren’t because screw this if I’m with an asshole like you. Let’s go Sek’Hod.” You took off at an alarmingly quick and harsh manner.

“Yo!” He called. After your speech about listening to people calling after you, you felt you couldn’t be hypocritical. Taking a deep sigh, you turned and raised an eyebrow at him. “Who the hell are you?”

You smiled mischievously, and felt Sek’Hod rolling her eyes at your behavior. The cat began her walk back towards your room knowing you’d catch up after your drama inducing phase paced. “I’m the person whose gunna beat your ass if you touch my cat. That’s who.”

It sounded like a growl came from the boy, but you no longer cared. Racing after you familiar you kept calling, “Sek’Hod! Come’on! I wasn’t that bad this time! Look I even walked away before a battle broke!” But no matter what you said, your cat just kept walking in front of you. Showing anyone who passed that you were currently the lesser being between you.

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Once you made it back to the room, you were happily surprised to find A bubbly-brunette standing patiently at your door.

“Hey Uraraka. How are you?”

She jumped with a small yelp. “Oh! (Y/N)! You scared me, I thought you were inside.”

“I can see that, hahah” Motioning for her to move over, you unlocked the room to let Sek’Hod find her way in. “But, how are you?”

Smiling, Uraraka clapped before answering. “Good! This week was interesting, but they finally told the class you’d be coming next week. I can’t wait to be in the same class.”

You grinned at her and went through the motions of your turn down routine. “Oh?”

The simple question was all she needed. Going into detail about her week and the practice duels they’ve had in preparation for the wizard-tournament that was occurring before the end of the term, and everything else going on in the class.

Sek’Hod lazily swung her hand back and forth, hanging off the ledge from her laying position perched on the counter top.

“I see I see.” You commented absentmindedly, looking in the fridge for Sek’Hod’s food. You felt bad that you weren’t paying full attention to your new friend, but knew you had to keep Sek’Hod on schedule.

“Hey (Y/N)?” She suddenly asked, drawing your attention back to facing her. “Your cat reminds me of someone I know from class, how would you explain her personality?”

You smiled, “Oh Uraraka. We don’t have time for that. Aren’t you tired from your coursework?”

She giggle and waved away your excuses. “Sechead can’t be that bad.”

“Sek’Hod.” You correct quickly, before the kitten did anything.

“Sorry, she smiled at your little princess, “Sek’Hod. I’m sure she’s not nearly as bad as you just made her sound. She’s so pretty, and both times I’ve seen her she seems to just chill out.”

Laughing out at the top of your lungs caused said kitten to glare at you. “Sorry, sorry. But really? Sek’Hod. You just brutally attacked three burly individuals this week because you were woken up earlier than normal. And, you want to lay there and act as if you are perfect??”

The hum of a meow back sent you laughing again.

“Sorry Uraraka. This must seem rude, you’ll learn quickly how familiars talk to you when you find yours.” An encouraging smile from her made you feel like there were no problems. “Sek’Hod is…different than how people expect her to be. She doesn’t like most people. Well, she makes them think that. She actually really couldn’t care less. She likes to be alone, but she’s getting better about that, seeing as she’s around me all the time. She calculates things the same way no matter what. Like…I needed to remember a potions mix when studying for a test a bit back and she calmly helped me think through it when I put myself towards an anxiety attack from being so stressed about missing a word. And then I needed a spell in the middle of an actual fight that occurred and she was able to help calm me and recall it, without a problem. She knows exactly what I need and doesn’t baby me to get it. Constantly pushing me to do things on my own before just relying on her.” You leaned over the counter and scratched behind her ears with a small smile. “She seems cold, but I like to think of it as being collected. My parents said they thought she was going to be too much after we realized how brutal she could be in her actions, but I think it just adds more to our connection since she brings something new to me. She hates this one guy we’ve seen on the news a lot back home, and I’m not sure why I understand that she has very deeply rooted reasons behind the constant hisses and attempts to destroy the television.”

Looking into Uraraka’s eyes, you realized you’d been rambling.

“Sorry. I just…sorry.”

“Oh, no. Don’t apologize. You’ve just confirmed something for me.” She smiled.

“Ohhkay..?” You both said and asked at the same time.

The rest of the night was much like the first. Both you and her just discussing random things and getting to know each other more. By the time she was ready to return to her own room, Sek’Hod had been willing to let her pet her a total of two times.

A huge accomplishment in your book.

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The actual first day of class had you nervous. Wondering if everyone would be as friendly as Uraraka or as shitty as that rude ass boy from before.

A strong meow from Sek’Hod had you shaking away your fears, and making your way into the room despite lingering nerves.

Upon entry, sounds stopped.

Uraraka forgot to mention how the professor described you. But the first question thrown your way made you understand.

“So you really do already have your familiar?”

You just nodded, not knowing exactly where the question had come from. Just to have many voices asking you a bunch of questions over one another, and you weren’t able to make out any of them.

It was just your luck that another person came in just then, sternly reprimanding into the class, “Midoriya, when you want something done quickly, for something like that, you text me more information.”

While the new person’s voice was firm you could tell there was no malice behind it, however everyone’s voices in the room grew quiet and you were suddenly more thankful for the sudden appearance than you thought you were just from their interrupting voice.

“Why are we all just standing at the front of the room?” He asked.

Turning around, you saw the same blank look you cat gave you multiple times a day. It made you giggle, and you almost lost it completely when the gaze turned directly on you and you noticed the male’s eyes were di-chromatic, like your cat’s as well.

“And you are?”

Sticking your hand out, you introduced yourself. “(L/N) (Y/N). Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, you are the new transfer with the familiar. No matter. You won’t surpass me.” His confidence was clear, and you just kept smiling. Getting a sense that this guy was just used to being told he was better than everyone, not that the same feeling you had felt from the blonde who was suddenly angrily approaching your small group.

“Oi, don’t go bringing others into this.” He growled. “I’ve told you’d fall to me. Got that IcyHot?”

Ignoring the blonde, the split haired male gave you his undivided attention. “May I meet your familiar?”

“Sure!” You readily agreed. Turning to your side, you indicated the kitten. “This is Sek’Hod. Her eyes kind of match yours, see?”

“Yes.” He answered simply.

You noticed that your cat held no qualms about this random boy, but could not fully understand why.

However, right when you were about to comment, sleepy Mr. Frown-head came in walked in to begin class.

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When the course work finished for the day, you bent to get Sek’Hod from under your desk.

Discovering she wasn’t there, you looked around the class and found her under Todoroki’s desk in the back corner of the room.

She was lazily watching you, and you motioned for her to come.

Looking at Todoroki’s legs next to her, she then sent you an empty look and sat up.

…

…

…

Just to stay in a seated position under his desk, looking at you with a bored expression.

You huffed out a sigh and made you way over. “Sorry, Todoroki. But, Sek’Hod has apparently decided that it was better to sit under your desk and is refusing to come out now.”

The boy blinked at you, before maneuvering to look around his desk at the floor.

Sek’Hod blinked back up at him. Repeated the action he’d just given you and you gasped.

Head jerking around, and catching eyes with a bubbly brunette, yours widened in question.

Uraraka grinned widely and nodded in quick succession.

“Um, Todoroki?” You asked, getting his attention back on you and away from your cat.

Sek’Hod jumped up onto the desk, waiting to see what was going on, but holding the uninterested gaze she always presented.

“Um, you know that story about familiars and soulmates and all that right?”

Cocking his head slightly to the side, it looked like the addressed was thinking. “Yes.” He replied curtly.

You head dropped to hide an unexpected smile. He was so much like you cat and you’d known him less than a day. Finding his gaze again, you took a deep breath, “Does Sek’Hod kind of remind you of anyone?”

Todoroki blinked at you, looked at your cat, glanced at you again before holding a staring contest with your kitten. The dual di-chromatic eyes staring at each other was cute, but you wished he’d connect the dots, or at the very least let you connect them for him.

“I don’t know her well enough to make that assessment.” He finally answered.

You dropped your head into your hands in surrender. Now, what…

“Oh gosh darn it Todoroki! It’s you!” Three voices yelled from the front of the room.

You turned, saw a short green haired male, a tall blue haired male, and Uraraka moving their hands away from their mouths with teeth-y smiles covering their faces.

Facing him once again, you realized Todoroki was frozen in shock. “It’s okay Todoroki. We just met today. If you want to wait to explore this side of things I am perfectly okay with that. I mean I just met you, and you don’t even have your familiar yet. And, who is fate to say we have to change our dynamics right away just because we know we will eventually? And its just not that bad being friends with someone while you still grow as a person. SO, I really don’t see the problem with this at all. And—”

“(Y/N)!!” You heard Uraraka laugh-scream at you.

Nodding you understood what she was saying. “Uraraka’s right. I’m rambling. Sorry.”

Apologizing almost made you miss the slight curl of the tail end of his lips. A smile matching your cat’s as Sek’Hod laid back down to watch the rest of your interactions.

“It’s taken me a few moments to think of what this meant.” He said, voice full of strength in contradiction to your own. “But, my classmates over there, especially Midoriya seem to want to compel us to drag this out now and blow it right up.”

You laughed, realizing he was trying to lessen your nerves, but let him continue.

“The whole plan with the time we’ve got…what I don’t have yet…I’m still your soulmate then.” It seemed like he was reasoning with the situation, and you weren’t sure how to respond, so you didn’t. “Excuse me.”

The simple conclusion confused you. And, you watched in a state of loss as Todoroki was suddenly pushing all three of your remaining classmates out of the room and shutting the door behind them.

“Very well.” He said once the door was closed behind their figures.

After nothing more was said, you questioned his meaning. “What?”

“We are soulmates. You familiar’s personality apparently matches mine, and I am sure whenever I find mine it’ll match yours. Actually, getting to know you more would probably help me find my own quicker.” He explained. Returning to your side, his desk, to get his personal items.

“Just like that?”

“Yes.” He replied curtly, standing in an upright position, and looking at you with the same expression that was currently resting on Sek’Hod’s face.

You nodded, smiling.

Giddily making you way back towards the dorms with your soulmate on your side and your familiar following behind you.

[bunny-rambles]

oh my buns sorry if it took me a while to get back to you, as i had already stated my friends were in the house for the week and i kinda did not have time to do anything aside from writing dumb stories with them :'

(oh well, the second book in our vacation series of book is now complete! small victories eheh)

—> still, thank you for replying to the ask! i am not a big fan of getting flowers gifted to me bc i get all sad when they wither, but i love lavender!! my grandma's house has this huge garden filled with lavender bushes and when they're in bloom it feels so nice :3

i promptly forgot all i needed to say, lmao. but thanks for the albedo wishes!!! i am currently on a guaranteed so if he comes i really hope i can snatch him for good :33 (will finally get to use that damn r5 cinnabar spindle lol)

also! I wanted to send you something cute to cheer you up but i am a digital noob and idek if i can send pics in the ask box lmao :' — but picture this! a field trip with albedo, hand in hand under the soft summer breeze, a cascade of flowers all around and the soft noise of lakewater keeping you company. I am personally a big fan of listening to the water's sounds when i am feeling down :3

also! I wanted today's word to be lavanda for lavender, but that sounded too easy so i'll give you another personal favourite summer flower of mine: we call it glicine, and it has just the nicest perfume of all the flowers you can find here in the summer <3

with this i have to go wish my friends goodbye, so i'll sat goodbye ro you as well

have a great day bunny, ti voglio bene! 💕

- 🍓

don’t worry about it, I think it took me longer to respond to this OTL

speaking of albedo, yes that damn sword is a lifesaver for him !! I know people use HoD for him and while he’s that sword is good for him, it’s good for anyone, so it’s not specifically for albedo (kind of like how the jade spear is for xiao, but the spear is amazing for everyone) the cinnabar is literally tailored FOR albedo, it’s the perfect weapon for him. it’s definitely not for a dps sword, but albedo is meant to be a support and he thrives in that role, so r5 cinnabar is going to be perfect on him once you get him :)

when I first read that, it did make me smile and it definitely boosted my mood for the day, and rereading it made me all fuzzy :,) so I hope you don’t mind some self indulgent ramblings-

ah, yes, hand in hand with the love of my life and intertwining my fingers absentmindedly with his, a movement that comes so naturally due to doing it so much. And when we’re in the field together, we’re both laughing softly from the conversations we’re having. It’s peaceful, serene - a breath of fresh air. Both of us are always so stressed, so being here with no cares in the world is such a precious gift. The smile on his face is priceless, and even though this trip was for me, I can’t help feeling happiness bubbling in my chest when I see him, too, enjoying our time together.

I would go on but personally I just don’t self ship very often, and I’ve been wondering why as of late, and I have a feeling it’s because I don’t feel very worthy of affection from my favourite character. If they were real, I don’t think they’d want anything to do with me aha;;; so;;; sorry this got so depressing. I think that’s why I have oc’s though, because of that I mean.

But yes, you can send pictures I think? You might have to be off anon for it I’m not sure

glicine… sounds very pretty <33 I’m going to look that up now to have a look to see it :,)

ciao, ti voglio bene fragola 💞

[blockbustersgang]

Looking back at 2020

Thoughts of the last year by our Co-Founder, 1st Assistant Director Iiris, who funnily enough has been working abroad for most of the time.

Highlights

I decided to highlight some of the fabulous people who’ve I’ve had on my AD teams this year. It seemed appropriate as people make the productions in the end. These three seemed to find their way on most of my productions - of which I need to be very very thankful.

Aino 

It’d been couple of years since we got to work on the same project in the same team. Feels like every new adventure we have - together or separately - brings us closer to same mindset. I do not recall having as much fun as we’ve had in the long nights of 2020 - starting from Night of the Living Dicks (short film), our event production in Berlinale NFFC UG Party (first festival event Aino managed fully herself on site!), then Memory of Water shoot in Estonia and Norway (feature we completed on two parts due to hitting pandemic) and now lastly our ongoing production in Sweden. She’s grown outstandingly and I feel like we’re equally challenged by our duties. It’s not only me being the supervisor, supporting her - she’s supporting me fully on my mission and covering for my weak spots when I need help. And she knows me inside and out - on good and bad. (At least she’s grown to find most of my jokes funny.)

Aino and Janne working on Night of the Living Dics short film by Bufo, picture taken by amazing Mitro Härkönen.

Janne

Oh boy oh boy how ready for action this gentleman was and how deep in it he got through 2020! Besides taking a lot of new duties and responsibilities on his shoulders in multiple new productions (Janne has grown to be a fantastic call sheet creator which is one of the most challenging tasks film production includes) he became a truly trusted team member of mine. After working on two complex short films - one filming 8 and one 9 days - and recreating all call sheets dozens of times, sometimes in the morning of the shoot, discussing through detailed FX make ups, animal wrangling, SFX works and VFX plates on his own I was even slightly afraid he’d ask Emma to work on someone elses team for a while. But luckily he’s been there for me on huge breakdowns by the end of year too - and I’d proudly take him on any upcoming project with me.

Emma H.

There aren’t many young talents who are ready to take in lots of new tasks, people and projects within a short period (how is it that always with me people get fully pulled to the deep end...) and also to listen to strict new rules and demands from their supervisors. Emma has been incredibly brave, smart and very independent already in the beginning. I was wondering if she’d find professional filmmaking limiting, too traditional, too by the book (even though it can be everything else) but she embraced what she learned, showed her humble attitude and understood so much more than what was asked. From an Intern visiting her first professional set she became a strong Assistant and even took her first step towards 2nd ADing one day by working on a student short film as one. Go Emma! I’m eagerly waiting to get back on set with her. (Ps. She also standed me as her roommate for 2 weeks on a shoot, which is quite much.)

Me, Janne and Emma on set of Mehiläiskesä (Summer of Bees) short film by Aalto University. Picture by great Atte Männikkö.

Challenges

The company - best and the worst

We truly thought 2019 gave us all we could handle but no - there came 2020 which didn’t save us from much. We’ve used our every penny, we’ve talked and counted through bankruptcy scenarios several times, we’ve had to lay off people, we’ve had some cherished gang members moving to their independent life and we’ve had harder negotiations with clients than ever. We’ve even talked if we’d just shut our doors because we as founders were too tired to figure out a way to get our business run better. Somehow through all this - and after extremely long phone discussion - we took some time to think. On the next call both me and Emma humbly stated “I’ve truly thought it through and I feel like I’m not ready to let go yet. There must be some weird adventures we should still join with this.” And that was it. Even when having a will to do something great we’ve still felt like we’d run out of all flow states and visions for it. Nothing to say, no new development ideas. However - when writing this we’ve just randomly had 6 hours on phone today while working remotely on our strategy and new webpage for next year. I cannot wait to get back home to Helsinki in March 2021 to make my share of this. YES! 

Greatest thanks to Paula, who became our Board Deputy Member and reminded us on what we as BBG have been, what we are and what we could be. She’s been a key on keeping us sane on some days.

Mine and Emma’s home office style.

Finding inspiration after understanding how much besides work there is 

After lockdown in Helsinki I found myself from a weird place, having slept and eaten well, exercised a little, spending time with my dogs and my partner more than ever before. I didn’t even realise how much of questioning it’s brought through the following months on how important work is and isn’t. It’s not made me love filmmaking any less - but it’s surely made me value other things more than I had before. Sometimes it’s brought me great challenges on getting motivated to do the part of my work that’s not as nice and fun as others. I’ve had to come up with new ways to both think and choose the work I commit myself to. 

Painting our office wall - Aino opening champagne to avoid getting desperate.

Victories 

My work language - English

This may be my yearly thought as it feels like each year I get more confidence and vocabulary. But it always feels like a victory itself (even when re-correcting the same mistakes especially on prepositions time after time) as I’ve hated this language all my childhood. Now I’m using it more than my native language - it’s strange what life brings to us...

Combining difficult productions, mandatory work and some creative time for our concept 

I’ve battled through this same equation since BBG was born and I feel like I’m getting closer to balance slowly but surely. It has a lot to do with having Anni and Emma keeping the firm up and running without me when I’m on duty somewhere else. Emma is my support network, sometimes telling me not to work any extra as I might break myself and sometimes taking some weight from my shoulders on things I feel like I should be doing instead. We’ve had some hilarious mistakes made (like ordering awful masks with BBG logo, one and only time any merch is confirmed without my approval) but we’ve made it through with jokes and good new decisions after.

Never giving up Finnish traditions though filming abroad! Klaffijallu Bufo’s style in Tallinn.

Having more relaxed and honest work-relationships than ever before

Interesting how this seems to come with age and experience. Or I hope it would come to all others as it’s coming to me. It’s been a huge relief I’ve not felt like I constantly need to prove my worth to anyone or cover mistakes each time I make one. I can honestly tell my team when I’m sad, overwhelmed or pissed which really helps on not allowing the feeling to fully take over (shoutout to my amazing teams - like Aino telling others in the office “sorry, Iiris is having her 3 minute meditation, you’re free to stand by and wait when she’s done”). I’ve had the best conversations with other HOD’s, Producers and Directors when being able to stay fully honest and humble. I’m not sure how long it’s taken to feel this way and how often I do not feel like it (as there are those days too) but I’m very happy of it and try my best to bring the similar feeling to my crew members as well. 

Lessons 

Communication is the key 

Is there even a possibility to highlight this enough? I feel like I’ve re-learned to send emails this year. Taking time to customise the contents and fill in the gaps on information flow. Obviously it’s not always possible - but usually it is.

Being honest (but humble) is important 

Getting back to one of my victories, this has truly shown it’s face to me on many ways. 

When you feel like you should stop - maybe you should 

Depressingly I wasn’t able to stand up or interfere on some things that I feel like I should have (for me, not others, thankfully) during one production. New year I’ll focus on having more courage on similar situations. 

We are all humans in the end 

The crew members who seem more experienced than anyone else in the world have been interns once too. Ones getting angry and frustrated get sad and low as well. The richest might feel poor, the most successful might see themselves as eternal failures. We are all human and we all face the same ups and downs - though it might sometimes seem like some of us are made of steel.

Getting to know Stockholm better - very happy though the weather was not on my side.

What I’m waiting from 2021 (besides hugging, kissing, travelling, going to movies and having large parties)  

filming something spectacular in Finland with as many of our gangers as possible

learning new tricks from new friends 

taking our whole team for dinner to celebrate our 7 years old network

time together in our office with Emma and Anni (ideally having tea together in the mornings, walking around Helsinki harbour at lunch and popping champagne on Friday nights)

Crossing my fingers at least some of these wishes would come true - and some of yours too.

Lots of love,

Iiris 

Co-Founder of BBG / 1st Assistant Director 

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