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azriels-shadowsinger · 10 months ago

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Fix You (Azriel x healer!reader)

summary: Azriel falls for the healer and finds new random reasons to see her, but he never let’s her help when he’s truly hurt.

wc: 3.8k

a/n: warnings: mentions injuries and blood

Never in a million years would you have dreamed of such an opportunity presenting itself to you, but after the battle of Velaris, your healing magic became rather well known among the locals. Eventually, word of your abilities reached the high lord, and he requested to meet with you. Now, ten months later, you are learning about tonics, salves, the anatomy of illyrian wings, and so much more to use along side your magic.

“One last thing. Rhysand said that Azriel is requesting assistance. Could you go tend to his injuries before you go home?”

You hide your laugh and agree to go. This is the fifth time this month that Azriel has requested a healer. It would make sense that the spymaster of the night court would need healing after missions, but he never asks for help with that. Most recently, he came by the infirmary to ask you for a cream that will help with sore muscles. Sometimes he asks for healing after training when Cassian roughs him up a bit too much, but even then, its minor injuries. One time he even used Cassian as an excuse, claiming the general needed some medicine for a cold, but later that day Cassian seemed perfectly fine to you.

Your friends think Azriel must have a crush on you and that’s why he always seeks you out, but that’s crazy. And besides, you heard a rumor that he has feelings for the high lady’s sister, Elain. But who could blame him, she's perfect.

You arrive at the House of Wind and head for the shadowsinger’s room. The house was quiet, meaning Cassian and Nesta must be gone. As you walk towards his room, you see a shadow dart across the floor, brushing against your ankle as it flies by and making you giggle. Before you can even knock, Azriel opens his door, apparently alerted by the shadow.

“Good evening. You requested a healer?” He nods and opens the door wider to invite you in and sits on the corner of his bed.

“Cassian accidentally cut me with his sword when we were sparring this morning. The skin has healed, but it’s still hurting. I figured you could use some of that fancy healing magic on it so I’m not slacking at training tomorrow.” He extends his arm, and just like he said, theres a jagged pink scar running up the length of his tan, muscular forearm.

You agree and sit next to him, taking hold of his arm and placing your hand over the scar. A warm sensation spreads from your palm to his arm, and moments later, the raised scar is nothing more than a faint line. You hold on for a few moments longer than necessary, your eyes fixated on his hands. There was something you found so beautiful and alluring about the scars, you didn’t even notice your fingertips slowly trailing towards his hands. As soon as your fingertips brush against the edge of the scarred skin, Azriel jerks his arm away and stands up.

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ you trail off.

“It’s fine.” He snaps, avoiding your gaze to look at the wall behind you. “Thanks for the help.” His voice is softer now, but you can tell he’s upset. You hesitate, trying to figure out how to resolve this uncomfortable situation, but inevitably, you decide it’s best to leave.

“Happy to help. Have a good night.” You leave quickly, trying to avoid making things more awkward.

The entire way home, you berate yourself for doing something so foolish. One of the first things you learned about healing is to not make your patient more uncomfortable when you heal them. And there you were, touching something that obviously would make him uncomfortable. You don’t know the details about how his hands got so scarred, but with his fae healing, it can’t have been pretty. It reminds you of a patient you had a few years back with similar burns. You were constantly making cream to soothe the residual pain for them. You wonder if Azriel’s hands still hurt from time to time…

———

Azriel’s POV

“Do you plan to injure yourself again during training today, brother?” Cassian teases. “I see yesterday’s cut has healed already. Did a certain healer come by your room last night?”

“Shut up. It doesn’t matter.” I say gruffly and continue eating my breakfast.

“Why won’t you just ask her out?” He speaks with a mouth full of food, earning an annoyed look from Nesta.

“Because there’s no way that someone like her… it doesn’t matter. I’m over her now. Moving on.” I keep my gaze locked on the plate in front of me.

Last night, I tried to work up the courage to say something—anything, really. But when she touched me and I felt that magic run through me, I couldn’t think of anything but how beautiful she looked. I can’t help but remember the feeling of her hands on me, warm and comforting. And then, when she touched my hand, every horrible thought and insecurity ran through my head. How could someone so perfect ever want to be with someone so… damaged?

That’s also why I never seek her out when I return from missions. I don’t want her to see who I really am when I leave Velaris. One look at me with enemy blood on my hands and my own blood on my body, and she will run scared just like everyone else does. I’m just not ready for that rejection yet.

“I don’t believe that for a damn second, Az. You’re just scared. Take a chance, it could work out.” Nesta tries to be supportive, but she doesn’t get it. None of my friends do. I pretend to agree, but only to end the conversation quicker and move on to a new topic. Cassian gives a skeptical look, but moves on to discussing the evening’s plans.

———

Your POV

Two weeks pass, and you haven’t seen or heard from Azriel. It shouldn’t bother you this much, but you can’t help but miss his occasional visits, the way his shadows swirl around your ankles, the sound of his voice, the way he towers over you. Maybe you should find a reason to visit him. After all, he’s spent months coming up with ridiculous reasons to see you, you can do the same, right?

You look around your workstation at the various creams, tonics, and salves, eventually finding some that he would maybe find useful. Heading to the House of Wind, you can’t help but feel a bit nervous.

When you arrive, you see the High Lady’s sister, Nesta, walking through the foyer. “Hello. I was wondering if you could help me find Azriel. I have something for him.” You try to sound confident, but her smirk tells you she sees right through you.

“He’s at the training ring. The Valkyries and I just finished training, so it’s probably just him and Cassian up there.” You thank her and head that way.

When you arrive at the training ring, you are immediately stopped in your tracks by the sight of Azriel and Cassian sparring. You had always known the general had a nice body; you had healed it several times before. But Azriel… you have never seen such a glorious sight. The way the corded muscles of his back ripple when he moves and the way his wings, which were much larger than Cassian’s, were spread wide, you couldn’t help but stare. Eventually, Cassian notices you. He smirked, and then immediately moved to disarm Azriel, nicking him with the tip of the blade.

“What the hell, Cass? Why did you-“ Azriel turns and sees you. He turns back to Cassian, who has a shit eating grin on his face.

“Good thing your favorite healer is here to help.” You can’t help but blush at his words. Did Azriel talk about you to Cassian? “I’ll leave you two to it.” He saunters off, leaving you alone with Azriel. Azriel stands quietly for a moment, just staring at you. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, but the silence is killing you, and it’s taking all of your strength to not stare at the sweat dripping down his muscular body.

“I brought you something. You had mentioned once that you get headaches a lot. I have this tonic that can help with that. I figured I would bring it by.” You awkwardly fumble through your bag for the bottle, handing it to him. He looks at the bottle, then at you, a confused expression on his face. “Did you want me to help with that cut or…” you trail off, unsure of how to proceed.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Thanks. And thanks for the tonic. I’ll be sure to try it next time I get a headache.” He sits on a nearby bench, and you sit next to him. Reaching towards the cut, you realize you need to avoid what happened last time and ask for permission to touch him.

“May I?” He nods, and you place your hand over the small cut on his jaw. You feel his shadows swirling around your hand, almost curious about your actions. Your fingers trail over his sharp jaw line in admiration. “All done.” You stand and step away, waiting to see if he will say anything. You were about to leave, but you apparently can’t leave well enough alone, so you dig through your bag again.

“I have this other stuff you might want.” You find the soothing cream. “I had a patient a few years ago with burns similar to yours. She told me her scars would hurt occasionally, so I would make this cream for her. I don’t know if that happens to you as well, but if you want it, it’s yours.” You reach out to hand him the cream, but he just stares at you.

After a few moments, you awkwardly set it on the bench next to him. “Okay then. I’ll see you around.” You turn to leave, eager to end this train wreck of an interaction. You hurried out so quickly, that you didn’t hear the faint “thank you” coming from Azriel.

———

Several days pass without seeing Azriel. Gods, you were definitely so out of line with the cream. He probably doesn’t like to talk about the scars. You shouldn’t have gone to find him in the first place. He was obviously avoiding you. The bell above the door rings, indicating a patient has entered.

“One moment!” You call from the back of the workstation. When you make your way to the front room, you are surprised to see Azriel.

“What are you doing here?” You ask softly.

“I’m sorry for my rude behavior the other day. I didn’t know how to respond to your kind gesture. No one has ever…” he trails off, setting the empty container of hand cream on the counter. “It helped a lot. I was wondering if you had any more?” Your face lights up, causing him to smile as well.

“Of course! Wait right here, I’ll go grab it.” You rush excitedly to the storeroom. It was always such a wonderful feeling to help a patient feel better, but having been right about this made you feel so happy. You return with three containers of cream. “This one is the same as the one I gave you. This one is infused with lavender. And this one is infused with eucalyptus.” You explain excitedly. He chuckles at your eagerness.

“Thank you. I’ll let you know which smell I like best.” He smiles softly. “And thank you for before. For noticing. No one has ever taken notice like that before. People usually don’t like to even look at my hands, nonetheless, ask about it.” You blush.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you get the burns? It may help me formulate a more customized soothing cream for you in the future if I know how you got them. Only if you’re comfortable sharing.” Azriel sucks in a deep breath and looks at his hands.

“The details are… unpleasant.“ He hesitates. “Oil was poured over my hands and lit on fire. My bro-“ he pauses. “The people who did this ensured that I healed as they burned, so that the scarring was worse. Now I’m stuck with these ugly scars.” You try to hold back the tears in your eyes. How could somebody be so cruel and vicious as to do that to someone? “The pain is usually a sharp ache around my knuckles and fingers, if that helps.” He mutters quietly, avoiding your gaze. You hesitantly reach for his hand. He looks surprised by this, but lets you. You hold his large hand in both of yours and look deep into his eyes.

“I’m very sorry that happened to you. No one deserves such treatment. And your scars are not ugly, they represent what you have overcome.” Azriel blushes. A small shadow glides over your hands as you hold his, pulling a giggle from you. “The shadows are kinda cute.”

Azriel looks at you with surprise again. “Most people are afraid of them.” You watch a shadow weave between your fingers, letting go of Azriel’s hand to play with the shadow.

The two of you talk for a while longer before he eventually leaves. A smile stays on your face for the rest of the evening.

———

A week later.

You’re awoken late in the night by a chilly feeling across your skin. Assuming you forgot to shut your window, you groggily open your eyes to stand, but when you do, you see several shadows swirling around you and your room.

Panic immediately sets in. You have never seen Azriel’s shadows move in such a way, almost frantic. And the shadowsinger himself is nowhere near Velaris, supposedly on a mission, according to what Cassian said days ago. The shadows swirl around you, tugging you to stand. You throw on your coat and follow the shadows, praying to the gods that you don’t find what you think you will.

Upon arrival at the House of Wind, you hear panicked voices and yelling. You rush towards the commotion, finding a bloody mess when you arrive. You run towards Cassian and Nesta, trying to see what’s wrong, but when you look down, you see it.

Azriel. Covered in blood. Several arrows sticking out of his abdomen and wings, reeking of faebane. You immediately crouch and begin to inspect the damage.

“Cauldron, what happened? How long has he been hurt? Where is Madja?” You fire off a string of questions, not bothering to wait for an answer. Azriel groans in pain, barely conscious, with his eyes shut.

“He just winnowed here like this. We don’t know what happened, he pretty much passed out as soon as he got here.” Cassian looks at you nervously. “I tried to pull one of the arrows out, but the wounds won’t heal. The arrows are dipped in faebane.”

“Go get a bucket of water, a washcloth, and bandages.” You order to no one in particular before assessing the best plan for removal. When Nesta returns with the materials, you begin to remove the first arrow from his abdomen. Luckily, it didn’t hit any vital organs. When the arrow finally is removed, Azriel yells in pain.

“I know, I’m sorry. Just stay still and it will be over soon.” You try your best to use a soothing voice, but the shakiness is still evident. You get the second arrow out of his abdomen and begin to clean the wounds, working your healing magic as you go. Cassian and Nesta are standing over you, watching nervously, which only makes you more anxious.

“I got the worst of the injuries handled, he’s going to be fine. I still need to work on his wings, which may take a while and won’t be pretty. You two may want to go for now.” You say, not looking away from Azriel. Cassian and Nesta reluctantly leave, promising to return with the others in a bit.

“This is going to hurt, I’m sorry.” You warn Azriel, who’s still unconscious, while you grip the arrow in his upper left wing and work to remove it. As soon as the arrow moves slightly through his wing, his eyes open wide and he howls in pain. He looks at you, just now noticing that it’s you tending to his injuries, and looks panicked.

“Wh-what… how are you here?” He rasps, wincing as the arrow is fully removed. He tries to sit up, but you force him to remain laying down.

“Your shadows found me. I figured you sent them.”

“No. They’re supposed to find Madja or Feyre if I get badly injured. I don’t know why they went to you.” He says gruffly. You try not to get upset by his words as you begin to stitch and heal the wound. Something about his demeanor is vastly different from how he usually acts, colder even.

"Well, you got me instead. Sorry to disappoint.” You mutter, trying to hide the hurt in your voice. You can tell he wants to say something else, but as soon as you grab ahold of the second arrow, all he can manage is groans and curses.

After you remove the third and final arrow, Azriel speaks. “You’re not supposed to be the one who handles my major injuries.” You can’t hide the pain in your eyes, so you look away to focus on working your healing magic on the final wound and bandaging it.

“I can handle more than basic tonics and minor injuries, you know.” You say quietly, cleaning away some of the blood with a washcloth. You gather the bloodied cloths and arrows, moving quickly to dispose of them.

“I know you can. I just don’t want-“ his words are cut short by the high lord rushing in, immediately requesting a status update. Azriel didn’t need to finish his sentence for you to know what he was about to say. He doesn’t want you here. You turn from Azriel to give Rhysand a full briefing on the injuries and the expected recovery process. After calming a bit, he begins to help Azriel up and to his room.

“It looks like you’re in good hands. I’m going to go update Madja on the situation so she can manage your recovery.” You say softly, avoiding eye contact. Before he can say anything else, you’re gone.

———

You avoid Azriel for a couple weeks. Every time he tries to come to the infirmary, you send another healer to take care of him. You couldn’t help asking Madja how his recovery was progressing, but she refused to tell you, stating that you were perfectly capable of asking him yourself. You know that you aren’t as skilled as Madja in some aspects of being a healer, but you never thought that Azriel would doubt your abilities. You guess that’s why he never asked for your help after missions. Maybe those months of ridiculous requests were just a joke to him, something to laugh about with his friends.

The sun goes down, signaling that it’s time for you to head home. You say goodbye to Madja and leave out the front door.

“Y/n.” You immediately turn toward the voice. Waiting by the door, you find Azriel. You look him up and down, assessing for injuries and observing his healing progress. The scars on his wings are only faint marks now.

“You look like you’re healing well. If you need medical attention, I suggest asking a more skilled healer, like Madja.” You say bitterly, walking past him. He sighs heavily.

“I didn’t mean to upset you that night. You weren’t supposed to see me like that.” He follows behind you, catching up quickly due to his long legs.

"Yes, you made that very clear. You didn’t want me there, you don’t trust me to handle your manor healing. I heard you loud and clear.” You refuse to look at him.

"No, that’s not-“ You turn down a side road suddenly, trying to evade him. “I know you can handle healing my more serious injuries, I just didn’t want you there.” You stop and stare at him, slightly in disbelief at his words. Is he really this cruel, or is he just really this bad at speaking to people? He reads your expression and backtracks.

“No, it’s not that I don’t want you around, I just don’t want you there.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Gods, I’m just making this worse. Can I start over?” You don’t respond, but he takes the fact that you aren’t walking away as a yes.

“I didn’t want you to handle my major injuries because, when I’m focused on my missions, I am a completely different person. I hate who I am outside of this city. I hate what I have to do, but I do it to protect my court and protect my family. When I get back, it sometimes takes me a while to get back to normal. I didn’t want you to see me like that, so I wouldn’t scare you off. It seems I managed to do that anyway, so I guess I was right to stay away.” You finally look at him. Who treated him so poorly to make him think so low of himself?

You take a step closer to him and look into his eyes. “I wasn’t scared of you that night. I was scared that you could’ve died. I was scared of the way you pushed me away. But never of you. I’ve healed fae from all over with horrible histories, grusome wounds, and severe PTSD. You’re job is hard, but you shouldn’t handle that burden alone.”

“You spend enough of your time fixing people, I don’t want to be another person you feel like you need to fix.” He says in a self loathing tone.

“You aren’t broken, Azriel. You don’t need fixing, just support.” You take his hand. “Let me be there for you. Let me be your friend. Please.” He stares at your hand holding his for a few moments.

“What if I don’t want you as my friend?” You frown, and he immediately realizes how that must have come across as you attempt to pull your hand away. He tightens his grip on your hand. “What I mean is, will you go to dinner with me? Like, on a date?” You look at him surprised, blushing hard. “Cmon, y/n. I thought I was pretty obvious that I have feelings for you with my dozens of ridiculous injuries and requests.” He chuckles.

“I would love to get dinner, Azriel.” He gives you a wide smile. The two of you begin to walk side by side down the street. After a few moments of silence, Azriel speaks.

“Now that you’re no longer mad at me, can I have more of that soothing cream? I’ve been out for like a week, but I’ve been too afraid to ask you for more.” You laugh.

“Of course you can.”

Have a great weekend everyone!!

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eldritch-spouse · 5 months ago

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Kalymir and tactition reader? Sort of a brains and brawn situation?

[I enjoy this. "Big dumb villain and their smart assistant that's not paid enough"-core.]

He starts pacing around the table, always does, when something you say isn't to his liking.

" DON'T FUCK ME! "

Fortunately, you were hired to be the brains to his muscle, not to glaze his metaphorical balls.

" M'lord I'm fairly certain I couldn't even if I tired. " You eye him up and down, silently asking if he's done with his bitchfit. " Nonetheless, I believe this is no time to be aggressive. You'd do well to send scouts- "

" SCOUTS?! " He snarls at the top of his rather annoyingly large lungs. Some kind of battle axe flies over your head, decapitating baby hairs. You barely blink as it embeds itself into the wall behind you. " THIS IS BARELY A PROPER SETTLEMENT! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO EVEN THINK ABOUT THIS PIECE OF SHIT RESISTANCE POCKET- "

The King stomps forward on mighty talons, nearly swiping your pondering orb away as he gestures toward it with a fury of such might that it makes the muscles in his arms swell.

" LOOK AT THESE INSECTS! "

" Precisely. "

The demonlord looks as if his honest desire is to cut your back open and slurp the spinal cord out. Yet, in the midst of the anger constantly frying his nerve endings, is a tungsten carbide core of minimal intelligence that reminds him eviscerating you is a most terrible idea.

" EXPLAIN THEN, YOU MOUTHY CUNT. "

" I've been trying to do so this entire time. "

" THE FUCKING NERVE Y- "

" This resistance pocket- " You start, snapping your fingers repeatedly as if trying to garner a large dog's attention. " Is mixed and dangerous, m'lord. "

Although Kalymir is visibly fuming, he does listen.

You scroll through the field of view offered by the hidden summoned aid currently hiding in tall trees. It provides a top-down map feed of the location Kalymir's latest headache has been operating from. Currently, at least. People buzz from one side to another, not many in numbers but extremely well-organized and efficient, almost as if controlled by something.

" Notice there are more than just wrathful demons in the midst, this group employs humans and monsters, especially the less social of the bunch. The kind of monster you'd find hiding in darkened places, isolated but by no means uneducated. To gain the alliance of these monsters, one would need a surprising sense of- "

" I'M FUCKING SNOOZING HERE... "

Sometimes, you're the one that wants to maul him.

There's a tired sigh.

" Harmonious diversity equals no-no. "

Pause.

" I'M NOT A BABY, YOU SURFACE WHORE. "

" Putting that aside, I'm sure you've noticed by now, that they brandish weapons of ancient times. The very things that allowed the initial group to leave the Rings unscathed despite being hunted, not just in Wrath but in the territory of all the Lords you've made agreements with. "

" CELESTIAL WEAPONRY. " The warlord sneers, thoughtful.

" Yes. "

Kalymir shakes his head.

" YOU CAN'T TELL ME THEY'RE ALLIED TO ANGELS! MOST ARE DEMONS, YOU CAN'T BRIBE ANGELS INTO HANDING THEIR TOOLS OVER- " He slams both fists onto the worn and dented table, making your chair jump. " THEY'RE HARDLY EVEN SEEN. AND LIKE FUCKING HELL THESE PARASITES CAN KILL ONE! "

A smug smile tugs your lips. " But, my King, they don't need to be allied to angels to have those. "

Kalymir makes a rare effort to calm down, sharpened claws tapping at the same table. You can hear a heavy-tipped tail swing, the woosh mildly distracting.

" SPEAK! "

" The archives. "

You can hear the gears melting in his cranium.

" THE ARCHIVES... " He stands, mighty body straight as he beings putting two and two together. " THE ARCHIVES! "

You nod, arms crossing.

Not just any archives, the Royal Archives of Wrath, containing a litany of detailed instructions in old Infernal about how to dispatch different types of celestials. The same archives that guarded weapons of Eden stolen from perished angels, weapons that destroyed the limbs of the brave demons who managed to retrieve them, whose core names and sigils have been carved into the cases holding these artifacts. Those are the only celestial weapons left behind, as far as anyone knows. The type of material prize a lord of Wrath would die protecting.

" NO! " He barks once he realizes the first possibility that statement implies.

" Yes, my King. "

" NO ONE COULD HAVE BROKEN IN, YOU SNOT-BRAINED ANKLE BITER! "

Hm, that one's new.

He's right, no one could have broken in, he knows you know this, and the fact that you always seem one little step ahead of him is both infuriating to the King but also exciting.

" Correct. "

" THEN- "

" Who has access to the Royal Archives of Wrath? "

" I DO! I'M THE KING- "

" And who had access? "

As soon as you ask that, he falls eerily silent, pacing again, this time to the opposite display of weapons, subconsciously studying them as he thinks.

" IMPOSSIBLE. "

You recline on the chair, eyes closing. " Is it? "

" I BUTCHERED HIM! I HUMILIATED HIM. HIS VERY SKULL SITS ABOVE MY THRONE OF VICTORIES! "

" His offspring, my King. His descendants. " As far as you know, they were only juveniles when Kalymir murdered their father.

" ONE DIED IN THE CRUCIBLE... "

" The other...? "

Kalymir doesn't answer, he doesn't know. And neither did you, not until very recently.

You don't need to spell the implications out this time, he gets there on his own two synapses.

" YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS. " The demonlord bristles, not because he finds the suggestion ridiculous, but likely because it's going to make things a lot more interesting.

" But I am. He can't show his face, it'd be too risky, but some dissenting demons still recognize and have followed him to the surface. He then seeks the help of monsters living in the margins of societies or straight up outside of them, safer options to utilize holy weapons. And not just that, these monsters muddle our understanding of the resistance's origins and goals, adding humans to the mix just makes it all more confusing. Many of the non-demonic members are likely under contractual obligation to do this too, I'd reckon. "

The King is silent.

" Think about it. You lost track of them a long time ago. This prince-to-be witnessed the death of his father, his brother, his mother has likely died of old age. He has nothing. Nothing but a sweltering desire to dethrone you. This is his doing. "

A cruel glint settles in your eyes, belying that there is room for your frigid coldness in the boiling Ring.

" Unfortunately, he must have been too young to properly absorb his father's teachings, because this is amateurish at best. A little bit of care and thought is all you need to nip his budding plans, m'lord. "

The King smiles, drags a hand down his face, chest heaving faster as a very thunderous bark of raucous laughter shakes the entire fortress. The clapping of meaty red hands accentuates how wolfishly delighted he is.

" YOU GLORIOUS, ROTTEN WENCH! HOW COULD I NOT HAVE SEEN THIS?! "

Yes, really, how did he not see this a mile away? He should have figured it out before you, you actually had to do research concerning the past ruler of Wrath.

Kalymir damn near sprints towards you, reaching over the table to grab you up by the collar of your outfit.

" LEAD ME TO HIM, STRATEGIST. TELL ME HOW TO GET MY HANDS ON THE WORTHLES TWERP. I WILL WEAR HIS BROTHER'S SKIN. "

" Of course, my King. I will lead you to victory as always. "

" GOOD. GOOD LITTLE HUMAN. "

You're dropped back down unceremoniously, feeling a creak in your hip but remaining composed. Kalymir is clearly getting overly excited over the whole deal, you can tell he'll be obsessing over it from now on.

" WE WILL MAKE A NEW CHANDELIER OF HIS BONES. "

Satisfied, there's a pep to the demonlord's step as he makes to leave, opening the great doors to his hall.

" AND ONCE THIS IS OVER, YOU- "

" YOU WILL SIT BESIDE ME AS QUEEN. "

#Kalymir oc #I've always wanted to use pondering orb unironically

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the-fiction-witch · 1 month ago

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My Darling

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - [Elf] Pheica (Betrothed) Rating - 15 Word Count - 3260

Pheica bolted through the woods her bare feet leaping over tree roots and flowers the hem of her dress in her hands as she ran, following behind her Elrond grumbled at her antics. He once more went chasing after Pheica. the lady was to be his bride in just meer days and already she was running him a little ragged. Pheica was a fairly young elf in the grand scheme of immortal elves. She wasn't young enough that their wedding was to cause any issues but still she was dramatically younger in mindset then him,

“My lady why must you run from me so fast?” he asked with a sigh as he caught his breath, “we're to be wed soon! We have things to discuss.”

"don't you like running with me?" She turned to giggle at him,

Elrond shook his head, a grin on his face as he caught up to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close and back against his chest. they were still ways out of town, hidden from the view of others by the thickness of the forest "I do enjoy my time with you. though there are more enjoyable ways to do so, my darling,"

"but I like getting to run into the woods with you, see all the pretty flowers, and tall trees and lovely little butterflies and glow flies,"

"I know you love to run around darling. it drives me mad chasing you in the woods though my darling," Elrond chuckled, pressing his face into her shoulder and nuzzling it.

"could we take a stroll atleast? I promise I won't let go of your hand?" she suggested,

Elrond couldn't ever stay mad at her for longer then a few seconds. her sweet eyes and pretty smile always made him melt on the spot. that mixed with her sweet voice always made him give into her "Very well, we can take a stroll. no running though. you must hold my hand the entire time"

Pheica nodded in agreement excitedly and held his hand happily continuing though the woods

Elrond walked leisurely beside her, keeping his pace slow with hers. He glanced at her as they walked, smiling softly. he had to admit that she looked adorable walking through the woods, with the sunlight peeking through the tree leaves, a gentle breeze making some locks of her hair swaying about her face. And whenever she began to get a little too far ahead Elrond would tighten his grip on her hand and bring her back as to not fully extend his arm, "What am I going to do with you my darling?"

she didn't answer too happy on her walk, one hand in his the other holding her dress to not get it dirty, her bare feet stepping through the grass happily dancing around flowers and tree roots but never leaving his grip,

he walked with her, enjoying watching her dance about the forest around them. she was almost like a fairy of some sort, free in her wild nature, and beautiful. he found himself watching her more often then watching their path,

"it's Bartholomew!" She cooed as she spotted a nest in a tree where two blue birds sat nuzzling, both began to sing as soon as she approached, "and Bella may!"

"you've named the birds My Darling?"

"I've named all the animals that I find," she cooed, "there nesting, they should have some little eggs soon,"

"I'm sure you're excited to see the baby birds my sweet. which reminds me, we need to discuss something important once we get back to Rivendell."

"oh? What must we discuss?" She asked finding a few small insects from the tree and putting them in the nest which the birds happily ate and sang thanks to her before she continues walking,

Elrond squeezed her hand as he began to speak about what he wanted to discuss, he tried to be as gentle as possible knowing her reaction, "we must discuss heirs My Darling. it's not something you can wait on to do. we must have at least one child within the first few months"

"Why?" She asked,

"because a marriage between elvish lords and ladies must produce heirs to strengthen the line. it is an old tradition that must not be broken My Darling. we have to give the people heirs"

"what if I'm not good at heirs?"

he chuckled gently at her response. "you will be darling, it will not be hard at all love. i will help you and we will raise them together. you will make an excellent mother My Darling"

she sighed and continued on their walk

Elrond could see that she wasn't happy about needing to have children but he knew that this was something that was part of their marriage. he kept a hold of her hand as they walked, walking with her in silence for a while "... I know that you don't like it my darling. but just think of the little ones we will have. they'll be beautiful and mischievous and full of life"

"but then I'm a old grumpy mummy,"

He chuckled at that, gently pulling her closer "You will be nothing like a grumpy old mummy My Darling. you will be a wise and caring mother. and you will still be beautiful even with years on you darling"

"but once I have children I have to go and... Sit in gazebos knitting like all the other ladies." She complained, "I want to adventure!"

Elrond laughed gently, shaking his head. "You will not have to sit in a gazebo and knit My Darling. you are not like the other ladies. once we have the little ones things will be a bit different but I know that you will still want to go off and adventure. you are you, and that's not something that will be changed from simply being a mother, you will still be able to go and adventure with them even as their mother. I promise you that My Darling"

she pouted "fine..."

he chuckled and gently kissed her forehead, "You will still be able to get into your antics My Darling, simply a little more cautious after children. I will be there to help and to support you no matter what My Darling... and we will have little ones to raise together"

she giggled excitedly as she came to the burrow kneeling on the grass cooing and as soon as she did a whole fluffle of fuzzy baby bunnies ran out into her arms

Elrond smiled as he watched her nearly get swarmed by a fluffle of fuzzy baby bunnies. he chuckled as he could see her holding so many in her arms she could barely see over them "I see you're getting surrounded by your favorite little creatures again My Darling"

"umm Mythos and cellia had another fluffle of kits there's almost too many little bunnies to name" she giggled tugging him down to sit with her

He chuckled, finding himself suddenly being bombarded by so many fuzzy little bunnies. they seemed fond of him, crawling over into his lap and cuddling against his legs or trying to run onto his shoulders as they tried to climb Elrond like a tree "I see we're being bombarded by quite a few bunnies here. how on earth did you remember their names My Darling?"

"I haven't come up with all the babies names yet I'm sure I will soon. I just like to name them all there all my little friends" she cooed cuddling and kissing the babies

He chuckled at how fond she was of all the little bunnies. the little creatures all seemed taken to her which didn't surprise Elrond. she was always so loving and sweet even the local wildlife seemed to adore her. he smiled a little as he watched her fuss over the babies "You're a little animal whisperer My Darling" He chuckled, looking over all the little bunnies in both their laps. they seemed quite content to crawl over both Elrond and Pheica, getting cuddled and pet by the loving pair. there were at least nine of the little fuzzballs in their laps from what he could see. after a moment one of the more daring ones tried to climb onto Elrond's head to chew on his hair,

"fizzle no. What is your obsession with hair" she said taking the little bunny away from his head "go eat grass if your so hungry"

He chuckled, shaking his head gently as he looked at the now scolded bunny. he tried to keep the smirk off his face at her scolding the bunny for trying to gnaw on his hair. though once the bunny was removed from his head he could see two more trying to climb onto his shoulders to use them as a perch of some kind but one little rabbit climbed up his shoulder across his back and tried to jump the gap between elrond and Pheica's shoulders but missed and went tumbling onto the grass

"Oh! Able! You silly bunny"

Elrond couldn't stop himself from letting out a hearty laugh, shaking his head at the little fuzzy being and how brave it was to try that jump, "Brave bunny"

"umm able's very brave but not very smart"

He chuckled, shaking his head at the little bunnies actions and agreeing with her statement. he watched two of the bunnies try to get into a wrestling match between his arms "That's very clear, but he is adorable nonetheless"

"I think there all adorable" she cooed picking one up and nuzzling it close "I wish I could visit them everyday"

"I know you wish you could see them everyday sweetheart. perhaps a compromise could be reached?"

"how so?"

he smiled a little, gently running his fingers through the baby bunnies fur. he was trying to carefully think of how to word this. he knew this would be new territory for her. he took a moment before speaking again "I know you love the time you spend in the woods, but now that we're engaged you need to start acting more like an elvish lady, My Darling. and... that means you have to spend a little more time in Rivendell" he explained, "I know you don't like Rivendell, and that you would prefer to stay outside all the time if you can. but you are to be my wife and future Lady of Rivendell. people will want to see you and spend time with you, as well as prepare you to be Lady"

"then what is it you suggest? As a compromise? As so far all I hear is things you wish" she explained

He could hear that she wasn't particularly happy, and he squeezed her hand softly, still rubbing his thumb into her skin gently. he knew that she was more stubborn than this and he wanted to keep this conversation as peaceful as possible. he took a deep breath before speaking again "I'm not trying to take you from your freedom, or anything of the sort My Darling. I simply want the people to get to know you, and I need you to be a part in our traditions, as well as learn to be... a future leader beside me" He spoke as soft and gently as he possibly could. "I know that's a lot to ask of you, my darling. but I would never dream of separating you from anything you love, My Darling. I only ask that you give this a chance, for me"

she huffed and pouted slightly petting the bunnies softly "... I will consider it... If!" She said "if you extend the rivendell gardens so we can let the bunnies and birds and fishes and frogs come live with us"

Elrond chuckled at her pout. he had gotten so used to it that he found it quite adorable that she would try to use it against him. he knew that she would want something that would keep her close to the wild and free feeling that she loved so much "I think I can find some room in the gardens to open an area for all your little friends My Darling"

"yay!" She smiled jumping on him to hug him excitedly,

He chuckled, falling back into the grass as the bunnies bolted away. he wrapped an arm around her as she tackled him, smiling and shaking his head at her excited mood change. he gently squeezed one of her hips as he laid on the ground with her on top of him

she giggled and softly gave him a kiss

He smiled at her, gently squeezing her hip as he laid in the grass looking up at her. He chuckled warmly before gently kissing her back, lifting his other hand to cup her cheek and lightly run his thumb over her skin as he deepened the kiss gently. He closed his eyes, enjoying having her on top of him and kissing her. He gently ran his hand along her hip and side gently, caressing her skin softly as he kept his other hand on her cheek and his thumb running over her skin. he gently tilted his head, tilting hers back a little more as he teased at her lips with his tongue.

they broke their kiss as they found themselves being crawled all over by the bunnies

He chuckled softly, breaking the kiss when he felt little paws crawling over him. he opened his eyes to see the bunnies back again and crawling all over them. he found himself smiling as he laid in the grass with her and the little creatures crawling all over them. He gently brushed a few of the babies off him, he looked up at his fiancé and shook his head a little, his smile now forming into a grin at the sight of her being crawled over by the fluff balls

she pulled away and sat up moving all the bunnies off then "go on now you'll all be late for dinner" she chuckled sending them all back to the burrow,

He let out a warm chuckle, watching her move the cute babies off them one by one as she gently coaxed them back to the burrow. he sat up as well, watching them all run away back towards the small tunnel

"You're such a natural with them darling. it's quite endearing"

"mhm" she nodded "maybe next it shall be a dragon" she giggled nuzzling his neck

He chuckled at that, shaking his head a little. he would not put it past her to find a dragon and somehow tame it and bring it home. she was capable of getting into anything it seemed. he let out a warm hum as she nuzzled into his neck, bringing his other hand up to rub and gently run his hand along her back as she nuzzled him "Please don't go and find yourself a pet dragon My Darling"

"but a little dragon could be so useful... He could light candles and fires and collect little lost coins"

He chuckled, shaking his head and gently rubbing her shoulders as he held her close. he could already tell that she was going to try and worm her way into convincing him to allow a dragon. he knew that he had to put his foot down and not fall for her adorable puppy dog eyes and cute pout "We have fire for candles and fires, we can find our own coins, and I do not need a flying fire breathing lizard crawling around"

she pouted "fine... You'll just have to give me some little elves instead"

He reached and gently pinched one of her cheeks lightly, still rubbing and squeezing her shoulders gently as he did. at the mention of little elves he raised his eyebrows a little, trying to keep the smile off his face "Little elves darling?" he couldn't help but smile a little more and chuckle heartily at the thought of them having little elves "And where do you expect us to get any little elves to call our own, My Darling?"

"I'm sure we'll find some somewhere perhaps under our marriage bed."

"Darling, I don't think the little baby elves come from underneath the bed"

"no?" She giggled "so where do they come from?" She teased joking with him

He chuckled softly at her little game, knowing that she was only pulling his leg but playing along anyway for her. he squeezed her shoulders gently, pulling her a little closer so that her body was flushed against his as he smiled against her hair "Well, you see My Darling, when two people get married they have to do a special ritual each night on their marriage bed. That's how little elves are made"

"every night?"

He chuckled a little, looking down at her a little. he was just going to keep playing this little game and tease her. he squeezed her shoulders and pulled her a little closer, their bodies pressed together as he continued speaking "Oh yes, every night. Sometimes multiple times a night even"

"...what if I'm sleepy?"

He chuckled again, leaning down to nuzzle her ear lightly and gently kiss her neck gently. he knew she was just making up excuses and he was still going to play along with her game "Then I just make sure you're awake darling, don't you worry about a thing. I'll keep you awake all night long if I have to"

"when we get married will we get to share a big bed?" She asked moving closer laying herself between his legs and resting on his chest

He let out a warm, deep hum as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her up against him, her warm, soft body pressed up against him. he loved having her so close to him, and he smiled at her question "Yes, once we are married we will share a giant bed all to ourselves darling. you'll never have to sleep alone again"

"...will we get to cuddle?"

He chuckled lightly at her question, running his hands up and down her sides lovingly. he continued to hold her against him, enjoying feeling her pressed up against his body and being close to her "Of course we'll get to cuddle. we'll get to cuddle all night long, every night. I'll keep my arms wrapped around you and I'll have you against me all the time, My Darling"

she smiled and happily cuddled up a little tighter

He smiled warmly, feeling her cuddle up against him even tighter. he loved having her so close to him. he gently squeezed her hips and gently caressed her skin as he held her against him. gently burying his nose into her hair and smiling as he nuzzled her hair lovingly "You feel so good, pressed up against me darling"

"I like being in your arms... It's cosy"

He smiled, continuing to nuzzle her hair as she cuddled against him. he loved feeling her in his arms. she just felt so right against him and he never wanted to let her go. he gently squeezed her hips and pulled her a bit closer into his arms, nuzzling her hair again softly "You fit so perfectly against me darling, like we were meant to be together" He smiled pressing a tender kiss to her lips, “Come along now, we need to get back before the sun sets.”

“Do we have to?”

“I’m afraid so darling, but I promise you can hold my hand the whole way back and maybe have a little cuddle in my bed when we get back,” he winked,

“Okay,” She agreed jumping up and starting to run back through the forest,

Elrond chuckled and rolled his eyes a little fixing his clothes a little before he ran after her grabbing her hand and spinning her into his chest, “Come on then Darling.”

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tookthe-405 · 8 months ago

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Prologue :

“Sun bleached Flies” ~ Ethel cain

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summary: you grew up religious without a choice, and in summer you would get send to vacation bible school. The camp always felt like prison to you, until a very interesting girl appeared.

c/w: smut in future chapters!!! , religious trauma, homophobia

1,1 k words

24/11/2004

Age 16 Reader pov:

"And as the Bible says in Micah 7:7: But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my savior, my God will hear me"

Your eyes burn, not because you are crying, but because of the very bright spotlights that are shining on Pastor Tobias. The youth lesson takes place every Wednesday evening and today's topic is faith and trust.

The paper and pen in your hand feels heavy and rough, you should have already written down what you’ve learned new, but your head is just so empty today.

As it has been so often in the last few weeks, which makes you feel guilty and ashamed again. You stare at the blank page and don't feel anything, that you could put into words and on paper. You can think of many questions that you would like to ask, but are too embarrassed for.

"hey is everything ok?"

your head follows the whispers next to you. Hazel looks at you worried. This girl is the only reason you enjoy being here, and there is no judgment in her look.

“I’m a bit stuck on this today” you whisper back and point at the empty paper, she nods.

you could feel the eyes of the employes. When sermons are held it is always very quiet and all these people you grew up with are listening to the man in front of you, the faintest whispers can be heard. You quickly concentrate again and look ahead.

"We're closing the sermon today with a prayer and the requests that you gave us"

On the board next to him are various prayer requests that the young people brought to the lesson. But a few of them catch your eye more than the others.

- Please release me from the shame within me - Let me grow with your word - The temptations of the evil one shall not harm me

The prayer lasts 7 minutes and your mind keeps wandering. When you pray, you always forget where you are and feel a bit stuck in your head. That's why you've given up the habit of closing your eyes, which helps you to ease the restlessness in which your inner self is bursting. You can't get rid of it at anyway. You observe the people around you a bit. You know every face all too well, the reason for that includes going to a the private Christian school and the many prayer evenings that your parents and siblings like to attend to.

When praying, each face shows a small part of the person. Some look deep in thought, others look as if they were about to burst into tears at any second and one or the other sit on their seats with a contented and calm expression on their faces. You would give a lot to feel whatever they are feeling.

Hazel's expression reminds you of a frightened animal that has just been captured. She was one of the fearful prayers.

All you wanna do, is try to get her out of this state and keep her safe with you, but you know that you can't do that for her. Only the god she prays to can do that.

"Amen"

“Amen” everyone says together and the word leaves your lips quietly.

Everyone stands up from their seats and whispers spread. You know all these people and you knew from your private life that some of them weren't good people, but the church seemed to change that completely. At least for a short time. As soon as the free time begins, you notice that the facades are falling again. This has always confused you a bit.

Two years ago, so many people were converted here, that the church was rebuilt and there were now many different rooms for different concerns. There was the sermon Hall, which is full every Sunday and is used for worship services. There is also a kitchen and dining room with couches. One floor higher was the room for the young people, which is used every Wednesday to pray, study and spend time together. A few couches and many chairs with tables.

The whole youth group is there and a few people start to play games. Some have a religious background, some don't.

After the sermon, you and Hazel go from the sermon hall to the youth room, where a few people from your class have already made themselves comfortable on the couch and seats. At school you always talk to Hazel, who is a very social person and that's why you are forced to talk to other people as well.

Samuel and another boy are talking as you both sit down on chairs, and the whole group seems interested in the conversation.

"My mother said that, Pastor Tobias told her on Sunday"

"What's going on?" Hazel's gentle voice asks Samuel.

He excitedly turns away from the other boy and addresses Hazel.

"My mother said that we were going to a camp this summer, we young people, there was a lake, forest, church, everything"

“Do we have to camp?” Asks Kate, a girl in a class below you.

The thought of having to go camping immediately puts you off, but you'd have to go anyway if it actually takes place.

After all, Samuel talks a lot but it doesn't always reflect reality.

"She said there is a youth hostel with lots of rooms, but they are shared."

You could live with that. Hazel nudges you with a smile. Now the excitement hits you too, if you and Hazel are in the same room together, swimming in the lake all day long and there were going to be funny events, it will definitely be pretty fun.

You smile back excitedly and the other people around you seem to be looking forward to it too.

“Have you heard of Anne Marie’s husband?”

The group becomes quiet and looks at Sofia, with a thoughtful look and crossed arms.

"A few people from church mentioned something but I don't think it's true," Naveah says next to her and rolls her eyes, but Sofia shakes her head confidently and leans forward.

“My brother said it was true, he was there at the prayer meeting for him” Naveah’s face falls and that made you a little nervous.

"what?" ask someone, but you won't know who.

"They prayed that his homosexual desires would disappear"

The room generally seems to become a little quieter; the other groups of friends also seemed to have heard the word, which had probably never been uttered here before.

The tense atmosphere spreads through the room like poison and you hold your breath.

" I didn`t knew he had such disgusting thoughts"

you are too shocked to notice who said it, but you still clearly hear the others agree.

“The sin is disgusting, but we should pray for him,”

Austin decides, but his gaze seems a little concernt.

After the prayer you feel emptier than before, almost as if you had been sucked dry. Your thoughts left more marks and you knew what you would pray for tonight before you went to sleep.

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a/n: this is a bit more angsty and can trigger some people so pls read the warnings!! I felt a bit uncomfortable too writing it, but it’s still important to talk and write about it, because it is reality!!!

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smokesandsonatas · 1 year ago

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beelzebub as a dad please!

-Hello! I accidentally deleted the other request like this, when I was trying to combine this and the other one. It's a Papa Beelzebub ask too and his daughter would be like Kanao from Demon Slayer. I'm sorry, and I do want to recover the deleted draft but I don't think Tumblr allows that. Sad. I also tried to imagine Beelzebub's daughter. I created the image. Her name is up to interpretation. -

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The first time he had seen the girl, she was staring into nothingness. Her clothes are torn, she's covered in grime, and her bones are peeking through her skin. Blank, big eyes slowly turned to him when Beelzebub walked to her side.

The demon lord raked his eyes to the ravaged town in from of him. Smoke from the house fire is high up in the air. Bodies lay on the floor, and the smell of blood circles the destroyed town.

Oddly enough, Beelzebub felt...pity for the poor girl. And then he said-

"Come with me."

And the little girl did.

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The Lord of the Flies, and the Young Lady of the Flies.

The name itself sounds scary. Sending fear to whoever hears it.

Everyone said his daughter's existence is a supernatural feat in itself. When Beelzebub's love reaches its peak, he would destroy all he loves. Would that mean that Beelzebub does not love his daughter? No, his love for his daughter remains there. It's just Beelzebub has to monitor himself to not go overboard.

Buddha stares at the girl in front of him. Long dark hair covers half of her face. She wears a dress in the color of black. Gothic, it reminds him of the Western people mourning, from one of his travels.

"Definitely got that from Beelzebub," Buddha mumbled to himself. The little girl is an enigma and the only one who has lived, oddly enough, to stay by the demon god's side.

Although unnerved, Buddha smiled, "Hello, I'm Buddha. Little girl, is your dad not here? I need to talk to him about matters involving the underworld."

The little girl just stared at him. Buddha frowned, just how on earth is Beelzebub raising a child?

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"Papa..."

Buddha's eyes doubled their size, goodness did the child just speak?

"...is busy in his office," was all she said.

Buddha let out an "Oh, all right." He smiled at her, baring his fangs, "I'll just wait here, tell your dad he-"

"Daughter there you are."

Beelzebub walks to the little girl, gently touching her hair as he looks at her fondly.

Buddha crunched his eyebrows. From the way they dress, they're similar. Their attitudes were almost similar. He narrowed his eyes, observing their faces.

They even look the same!

Is Beelzebub sure this girl is not his biological child?

"Don't hang out with dangerous gods, you might get yourself hurt."

Buddha raised his eyebrow, ready to retaliate.

"I'm not a dangerous god-"

"Don't hang out with gods like Buddha either. You never know what they will do to you. Always be on guard. If you need help, my daughter, call me."

Before Buddha can even reply to Beelzebub's unwanted opinions, both he and his child are gone. Beelzebub did not even give him a courtesy greeting.

"Huh," Buddha scratched his chin, "why does this feel familiar."

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Beelzebub is working in his lab as his daughter read books. The silence is enough to let him work in comfort.

Besides they've always been like this, basking silently in each other's presence. Ah, Beelzebub must control his love lest he kill the young lady of the flies.

"Papa," the little girl said. "Look," she held up the book, The Adventures of Mr. B! Then pointed to the protagonist smiling triumphantly, "This character looks like Mr. Buddha."

Beelzebub blinked and went to his daughter's side. Hmmm, the character resembles him. It does look like Buddha, the bright, shining, and happy-go-lucky god.

For some reason, the lord of the Flies doesn't like the feeling of uneasiness bubbling through him. He doesn't like how Buddha is being all his happy self around his daughter, doesn't like his presence, and he doesn't like the way the book his daughter is reading is about heroes based on Buddha's image.

Beelzebub frowned.

He needs to throw the book out.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok beelzebub #shuumatsu no valkyrie beelzebub #ror beelzebub #snv beelzebub #beelzebub's daughter #i have a thing where the gods'daughters like buddha #'

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hauntedhowlett-writes · 2 years ago

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title: a million moments

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller/female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

chapters: 1/1

summary: a slice of a happy life with joel miller.

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author’s note: this fluffy fic is based off of this gif set by @serenaxpedro , this ask, and this one! requests are open if you’ve got something you’re itching to read, and please consider leaving a lil comment if you enjoyed this fic! 💕

contents warnings/additional tags: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), no use of y/n, fluff!!!!, happy and soft pre-outbreak joel as the lord intended, established relationship, domestic as hell!!!!, discussions of marriage, pet names, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v, minor breeding kink. let me know if any are missing!

You’re finishing up breakfast, talking with Sarah as she tells you about a test she has coming up, when Joel shuffles into the kitchen, yawning widely as he scrubs a hand through his hair.

“My favorite girls,” he says, pressing a kiss first to Sarah’s cheek before wrapping his arms around your middle and leaning his head against your shoulder blade, eyes falling closed again. “Smells good.”

“I made eggs. Yours are cold because you kept hitting the snooze button,” you tease. You can feel his lips spread into a smile against your back. “Sit. Eat. I need to make lunches.”

He brings a palm up to turn your face to his, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips over your shoulder. The kiss is followed by three squeezes to your hip before he reaches past you to grab the plate you made for him, popping it in the microwave.

With the two Millers chatting behind you, you assemble their lunches. Sarah always requests a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, while Joel prefers to bring two ham and cheese sandwiches to work. They each get apple slices and a bag of chips, and you slip a Twinkie into Joel’s box as well, knowing he has a sweet tooth.

Which reminds you…

“Joel, don’t forget you have a dentist appointment at two,” you tell him.

“Shit. I mean, shoot,” he replies.

“Swear jar,” you and Sarah say in unison. The teen giggles as Joel grumbles under his breath, digging his wallet from his pants. He checks his watch. “Finish up, baby girl, we gotta get goin’.”

You watch as Sarah shoves the last of her toast into her mouth. Joel stands, sticking his plate in the sink and pressing a kiss to your cheek before he leaves the kitchen in search of his work boots.

“Babe! Have you seen—“

“On the porch!” You call, cutting him off.

You zip up Sarah’s lunch box, handing it to her as she flies through the kitchen.

“Thank you!” She calls, blowing you a kiss as she heads for the front door. You wave to her, watching through the bay window as Joel gets into the truck, waving through the windshield as he backs out.

You’re smiling to yourself as you clean up the sink, humming a vague tune as you stick the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. Your mind drifts back to the night you met Joel Miller, about a year ago.

“Please tell me you’re not about to rent that,” a masculine voice asks from beside you, making you jump, nearly losing your hold on the DVD case you were reading, a copy of The Lord of the Rings that was sitting in the new release section.

The man eyeing the DVD case is tall and broad shouldered, with biceps straining the material of his t-shirt. He has curly dark hair and kind brown eyes that are looking at you expectantly.

“Oh, uh, I was thinking about it. Is it bad?” You ask. He runs a hand through his hair.

“No, no, it’s a great choice it’s just…my daughter just finished the book this week and I told her I’d rent her the movie when she did,” he admits.

“Oh! You go ahead and rent it, then,” you tell him, holding the case out to him.

“Are you sure?” He asks, reaching for it. His fingertips brush against yours, the slight touch enough to leave you craving more as you return his bright smile. “I’m Joel, by the way.”

After returning his introduction with your own, he lingers for a moment. You’re just staring at each other with goofy smiles on your faces.

“Could I…make it up to you? With dinner?” He finally asks.

“I’d like that, Joel.”

You finish the dishes and grab a rag to wipe down the counters when you notice the lunch box still sitting there. You can’t help the little laugh that escapes you.

Checking the time, you head back to the bedroom to get ready for your shift at the hair salon, resolving to bring Joel his lunch during your break.

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Joel sees your car pull up at the work site and his face splits in a grin. He tugs his work gloves off and goes to meet you.

“Well, hello there, gorgeous,” he calls. God, he loves the way your cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink just for him. “What’s the occasion?”

“The occasion, Joel Miller, is that you forgot your lunch at home,” you say, shaking the lunch box in your hand. He laughs.

“What would I do without you?” He asks, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Your head tips back to look at him and presses a kiss to your lips. “Stay to eat with me?”

“Sure. Let me grab my lunch. I’ll meet you at your truck,” you say, squeezing his hip three times as you pull away. He tugs you back for another kiss, swallowing your giggles. “Joel, let me go.”

“Never, darlin’.”

________

You’re sitting between Joel’s legs, your back pressed to his chest, in the bed of the truck. He’s parked beneath a large tree, the shade a relief from the Texas heat as you both enjoy your sandwiches.

“What are your thoughts on marriage?” Joel asks, apropos of nothing. You blink.

“In general? They’re positive ones. Why?”

You feel him shrug beneath you. “Just been thinkin’ about it lately.”

Your smile makes your cheeks ache.

________

Joel stops at the store on the way home, a spring in his step from a good day. He scrutinizes the flower selection, hands on his hips as he tries to pick out a bouquet. His eyes land on a bouquet of bursting pink peonies.

Perfect.

On the drive home, he hums along to the classic rock radio, fingers drumming in the steering wheel, flowers settled on the passenger seat with care. His mind drifts back to the conversation at lunch, and how you’d grinned at him when he mentioned he’d been thinking about marriage lately.

And it’s the truth, he’d been thinking about it a lot. Every time he turned over in bed and slipped an arm around your waist, tugging you closer. Or when he’d come into the kitchen and find you bent over Sarah’s math homework with a furrow in your brow as you tried to help her, despite math being your weakest subject. Or finding the little notes left in his lunch box, scribbled I love yous on colorful paper that he keeps in his glove box for safekeeping.

He thinks about it every time he opens his wallet and sees the folded photo strip of you, him, and Sarah, squeezed into a photo booth at a carnival as you make silly faces at the camera. Or when you’re getting ready in the morning, slicking lip gloss onto your pretty lips and he wants to kiss it all away.

There are a million moments that he thinks about marrying you.

Joel walks in on one such moment this evening. You’re alone in the kitchen, humming as you stir something in the pot on the stove. He steps up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs between kisses.

“Hey, handsome,” you reply, turning to face him. Your eyes light up when you see the flowers in his hand. “Those for me?”

“For my one and only,” he confirms, letting you take them from him. You press your nose to the blooms, inhaling deeply.

“They’re amazing,” you gush, moving around the kitchen to find a vase to fill with water. You hand them back to Joel and he removes the wrapping paper, using the kitchen shears to cut the ends off the stems.

You set a glass vase of water on the kitchen table and Joel tips the flowers into them, watching with a small smile as you arrange them to look their best.

“I love them,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I love you,” he says.

________

Joel kisses you breathless, right there in the kitchen. His tongue slides against yours, his hands smoothing down your waist until they grip your hips and tug you closer.

“Gross,” Sarah comments from the doorway. Joel pulls back abruptly. He squeezes your hips three times before letting go, crossing to the doorway to pull Sarah into a hug.

“Set the table,” he tells her, ruffling a hand through her curly hair. She groans, batting at his hand and ducking away from him to grab the silverware.

The three of you enjoy dinner, followed by Joel starting up a movie that Sarah’s been begging to watch.

“Don’t fall asleep,” Joel tells her.

“I won’t!” Sarah insists.

She’s out cold twenty minutes later. Joel laughs silently.

“I’ll get her in bed,” he says, shifting out from beneath her and picking her up from the couch. “Meet you in the bedroom?”

You nod, turning the TV off and putting away the blanket the three of you had been sharing. You head upstairs to your shared bedroom, changing into one of Joel’s well loved t-shirts before climbing into bed, turning the bedside lamp on.

“Never gets old,” Joel says when he comes in a moment later. He reaches behind his head, tugging his shirt up and off.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“You, in my bed. In my clothes,” he says, shoving his jeans down his thighs and kicking them away. You raise an eyebrow at him. “I’ll put them in the hamper later, I swear, let me just hold you.”

He crawls into bed, flopping beside you with a groan and shimmying around until he’s pulled you into his body, tugging your leg over his hip and pressing his head to your chest with a sigh. You run your fingers through his soft curly hair.

“Love you,” he says into your chest.

“You sayin’ that to me or my boobs?” You ask, teasing lilt to your voice.

“Both, definitely both,” he confirms, lifting his head. He brings a hand to the back of your neck to drag your lips to his. The kiss is slow and syrupy, no rush and all the time in the world to enjoy each other.

Joel’s mouth opens against yours, tongue exploring at his leisure. His hand slides down your back until he grips a handful of your ass, tugging you closer until your pussy drags against his hardening cock.

You whine against his lips, and he repeats the action. “You feelin’ a little needy, baby?”

You nod, and he shifts forward, pressing your back to the mattress and hovering over you. His mouth trails across your jaw and down your neck, wet hot kisses marking you like a tattoo, his love seeping beneath your skin.

His calloused fingers drag your shirt up, bunching it up beneath your armpits to expose your breasts to the cool bedroom air. You squirm beneath him as he kisses your sternum before taking one pert nipple between his lips with little preamble.

His tongue swirls around your hard nipple before he draws back with a nip of teeth that makes you gasp. You can feel his grin against your skin as he moves to give your other breast the same treatment.

Joel slips a hand into your panties, finger sliding through your wet folds and he groans. “God, this pussy, baby. Always so fuckin’ wet for me.”

A finger dips into your entrance and you keen, pressing your head back against the pillow. He shushes you as he kisses your tummy. He withdraws his hand to your whine of displeasure.

Joel tugs your underwear over your hips, dragging them down your legs before he tosses them to the side. His hands press your legs apart so that he can position himself on his belly between them, face close to where you crave him most. He kisses your inner thighs, teasing you mercilessly.

“Joel,” you whine. Your fingers tangle in his hair.

He chuckles. “You want my mouth, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you groan.

“Ask nicely.”

“Please, put your mouth on me, baby.”

He licks through your folds, swirling his tongue deftly over your sensitive clit. The sudden stimulation makes your hips buck against his face and he throws an arm over you to keep you still.

Joel is a man on a mission, pulling out all the moves he knows drive you wild. Circling your clit before sucking it between his lips, dipping down to your entrance to drive his tongue against you to drink up your essence. His teeth graze the bundle of nerves and you bite back a shout, hips fighting against his hold.

His free hand presses a finger to your hole, slipping inside you wet heat. He groans against you, the vibration of it making you whine. One finger becomes two that he curls against your front wall, grazing a spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

He looks up at you from between your legs, brown eyes shaded with lust as he works you until you shatter, your release dripping down his wrist as he slows his hand and draws out the swipes of his tongue in broad strokes.

You sink into the mattress, a boneless heap in the aftermath. Joel sits up with a smug smile, crawling over your body until his face hovers above yours.

“You wanna taste?” He murmurs, voice a low rumble you feel through all your nerve endings. You nod and he presses his fingertips to your lips, urging them to part. You lick the taste of yourself from his skin, tongue sliding over the digits reverently.

He presses against your tongue slightly before withdrawing, replacing his fingers with his lips and tongue in a deep and dirty kiss. You reach a hand into his boxers, gripping his length and pumping it leisurely. He hisses, hips flexing into your hold.

“Want your cock, baby,” you whisper, your thumb circling the head and smearing the drop of precum gathered at the slit around the crown. “Please?”

Joel shoves his boxers down in a hurry and you giggle at the display of desperation. He takes himself in hand, sliding himself through your wetness, bumping your still sensitive clit. He notches himself to your entrance, pressing forward in a slow slide until he’s pressed so deep and close you don’t know where you start and he ends.

His body is a welcome weight against yours as he flexes his hips, drawing back before snapping them forward in a harsh thrust. You gasp.

“That’s right, baby,” he says, teeth gritted. “This pretty cunt is all mine, huh?”

“Yours,” you agree, nails scraping against his shoulders. “Wan’ you to fill me up, Joel.”

His hips stutter. “Yeah? You want me drippin’ out of this pretty little pussy?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant back. He bites at your neck before sitting up on his heels, your legs held up against one shoulder as he uses a rough grip on your thighs to slam into you over and over and over.

You have to slap a palm over your mouth to keep the noises you’re making at manageable volume. His grin is near feral.

“Can’t help yourself, huh, darlin’? Wanna scream so bad over how my cock’s making you feel,” he growls. Your eyes flutter shut as you let him command your body how he desires.

You can feel your second orgasm creeping up on you as your belly starts to tighten, like all your nerves are gearing up to shatter in unison.

“Come on, baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock,” he tells you, his thrusts sloppy as he chases his own release. “Make that pussy milk me.”

It’s his dirty words that send you over the edge, forcing you to bite your lip to the point of pain. He lets your legs fall to his hips as he presses deeply into you, his cock pulsing his warm release as he slams his lips to yours, swallowing your noises and mixing them with his own.

His hips slow until he’s just pressed inside of you, his kisses turning into soft pecks to your lips. He lifts his head to look at you, smoothing your hair back from your sweaty forehead with a tender hand.

You smile, turning your head to press a kiss to his open palm.

“I love you, Joel.”

________

As Joel looks down at you, his heart squeezes in his chest. There was a time, around when Sarah’s mom left them both without warning, that he thought love was a hoax. That no one actually found it for themselves.

But looking into your eyes, he finds he was wrong. All that pain was just meant to lead him to you. He wants a million of these moments with you.

“I love you, too, sweetheart,” he murmurs.

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chol1na · 10 months ago

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˖⁺‧₊ kitty? kitty.

author's note: i'm kinda nervous to post stuff but you only live once, right? a big thank you to @yoosungs-cheeks and @jannine00742 (my name twin hehe~) for proof reading! feedback is appreciated !!

“You done in there, Pickle?”. It was one time you were craving pickles at 3 am and couldn't open the jar, one time. And yet here you were, being reminded of the incident every few minutes.

“Pthu! Yep, I’m done. And stop calling me that!”, you spit out the tooth paste, wiping your mouth with your designated towel. It had been a while since you had decided to stay with Isaac. Soon after, his bathroom became your bathroom. His sink, once only occupied with his shaving equipment and toothbrush, soon became more cramped with your skin care and toothbrush holder. His bedroom became your bedroom. His bleak grey bedding now littered comfortable pillows and his nightstand stacked with the library's newest additions.

Leaving the bathroom, you spot your lover nestled into one of the two surprisingly comfortable leather chairs. You wrap your arms around him gently from behind, pecking his cheek. “Whatcha reading?”.

You glance over as he flips the book over so you can read the title. “Lord of the Flies? Bleh”, you grimace before continuing, “Though, I can’t say I’m surprised, Golding is almost as cynical as you”. “Someone’s in the mood to play”, Isaac chuckles, pulling you onto his lap. He kisses your shoulder before turning back to keep reading.

“Mind if I have a sip?”, I ask, nodding to his tea. Isaac hums, but soon pulls it away before you could steal a sip from him. “On second thought, no”. You pout, nudging him gently, “Huh? Why?! Don’t be stingy~ You know I like earl grey”.

He chuckles at your whining. “Because, you just brushed your teeth. I do not mind sharing with you, but I don’t think the taste of toothpaste and tea go together, Pickle”. You huff quietly, but don’t argue back. With a quiet yawn, you lean your head against his, occasionally playing with the sleeve of his free hand or a stray lock.

Your eyes twinkle as you watch him read. It’s difficult not to kiss him with the way his brows furrowed slightly in concentration. Part of you wants to straighten out the crease, poke his cheek, or maybe nibble on his neck, just to see his reaction. Almost as if he’d read your mind, Isaac leans over to give you a soft kiss, his free hand reaching for your lower back, the other still holding the book.

“Someone’s needy”, he smirks, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Are you bored?”. You yawn again, shaking your head, “No, just want to bother you a bit. Pay attention to me~”.

“Tired?”, he cups your cheek, closing the book as he sees through your playful facade. Truth be told, you were exhausted - but going to sleep now would mean going to sleep alone. If you asked Isaac to come with you, he’d drop everything in his hands and do just that, but, knowing just how little free time he gave himself, you wanted to tough it out. “No. Unless you’re read to sleep”, you mumble, nuzzling into him slightly.

“I'm ready for bed anytime you are, Kitten,” Isaac grins, seeing through you instantly.

“…Kitten?”, you blink in surprise. “Huh. I can’t tell if that’s an upgrade or downgrade from ‘Pickle’”.

"Hm… do you prefer something else? It came to me naturally. You’re clingy and yet independent. Needy and playful when you know I’m busy, and while I can count on you for important matters, I can also count on the fact that you’re a brat and a tease. So, Kitten was a natural next step”.

You tilt your head in thought, before shaking it softly, “You’re so… weird sometimes, Isaac”.

Isaac chuckles and lets go of you but only to take you by the hand and lead you to your bedroom. He motions for you to lay down and climbs in behind you, his body wrapped against yours. There’s a comfortable silence.

“Isaac?”, you mumble after a while. Isaac pecks the side of your neck, humming quietly, "Hmm?”.

“…Can we actually get a cat?”. You had asked him a few times - albeit playfully.

"You were serious about that? If getting a pet is a necessity for you…".

You nod slowly, turning to face him. “I think it’d be a nice addition to the family. It’s too early to think about having kids, but getting a fur baby would be nice, no? Besides, you said you always wanted a pet as a kid”.

He hums again, leaning his head on your shoulder while stroking your arm in thought, “You have no idea how tempting the idea of a family with you is… It is too early, though, yes”. He nods, “My mom was good with animals. I always wanted a pet that I could play with, like a dog or maybe a cat, but my grandfather was allergic to them”.

You glance down at him, softly patting his head. “Would you prefer a dog, then? Puppies are cute too”.

He shakes his head, his reply coming in swift and shrap, “No”. “A dog needs to be walked daily. I don’t feel comfortable with the idea of you leaving the house periodically, anything could happen. No”. Your hand pauses, before you sigh quietly. As much as he tried to hide it, his paranoia was still clear as day. Baby steps.

“A cat doesn’t need to go outside”, you mumble, kissing his forehead. His breathing slowed down as he laid against you in silence, “A cat it is…”.

You sit up straight, mouth hanging open, “No way- seriously?!”. Isaac laughs at your sudden enthusiasm, “Calm down, Kitten. We'll go to the shelter in the morning, we'll pick out a nice cat, I'm sure. But for now just focus on your sleep, you won't be able to if you're this excited."

You snuggle back into the pillows, gigging happily, “Ah~ I’m so happy right now! What breed should we get? Oh- and are we getting a boy or a girl? Ah- we should probably buy a bed too right? And proper food? And those cute scratching posts! Are we adopting a kitten or an older cat? Or maybe- mmpf”.

Isaac cuts you short as you babble, silencing you with a gentle kiss, “Slow down, Kitten. You realize it is 3 in the morning, right? Can you at least wait for the sun to come up before you start planning our feline's every move?”.

You rub your neck sheepishly, “Sorry… I’m just excited!”. He can’t help but smile at you, cupping your face between his hands carefully, “I know, Pickle. Let’s sleep first and discuss the details tomorrow, hmm?”.

“Mmh. Good night, Isaac”, you peck his cheek. He returns the favor before closing his eyes.

“Isaac?… You didn’t brush your teeth…”.

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issa-pheonyx · 1 year ago

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Yandere!Lord Dimitrescu&Sons X Fem!Reader [Part 3]🔪

𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄-𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄-𝗯𝘂𝘁, 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟯! 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻. 𝗛𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 (𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝘆) 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂👀😳 Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

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"Alright, darling. Come in~" The castle was huge. It is meant to have everything was huge, you knew from judging this vampire giant. However, it looked ravishing. Something you don't see a lot or just at all back at home. "Don't be shy, little one. Walk with me." Lord Dimitrescu flashes a smile as he starts walking. Sure, the castle looked gorgeous, but you were reminded that this vampire can easily rip you apart with his hands or his own teeth, maybe both. So, it is best to be on your best behavior until you can plot an escape out of this cult. It felt like a damn auction in front of all those monster present. "I shall give you a tour of the castle. Unfortunately, I can not be around longer I must tend the dungeon for cleaning checkup with the servants. As long as you are inside this castle then we won't be having any problems. Is that clear?" He glances at you as he walks up the red carpeted stairs

You nodded and answer,"Yes, sir." Lord Dimitrescu smiles, assuring that you kept the promise. "Good, I'm grateful we are able to settle that boundary. Now let's start here." Throughout the tour it was physically exhausting from so much walking around and going up and down stairs. Yet, you try to hide it...but, was distinctly a failure since Lord Dimitrescu asked if you wanted to be carried. You replied that it was not necessary, yet your sweat, red-faced, and legs trembling said otherwise, so he just ended up carrying you like nothing. He had you on his shoulders, giving you a piggyback ride. It was crazy how tall he really was from looking everything down and around

After the tour was done he took you back at the fireplace, carefully, putting you back down to the ground. "Well, then that was an experience wasn't it, dear?" He asked as you nodded,"Y-Yeah, it uh...made me tired." He chuckles and fixes his hat,"I know. Eventually, you will get used to it. Now excuse me I must go. Remember do NOT walk out of the castle. You will be punished. It all depends on your behavior that I will give you the privilege to go outside." Jackpot. That will work. "Okay." Lord Dimitrescu was out of your sight and hearing. So, you stick by the fireplace for now, because you don't want to end up being lost and for Lord Dimitrescu to figure out where the hell you went off to. You just chill at the red velvet couch watching the flames dance and burning the firewood

You feel something on your hand being drifted with your plan and look down to see a fly. You flick your hand as it flew away. It was warm inside and the bugs do intend to make their way inside homes. You hear a few more flying by your ear making you shake your head and stand up immediately,"The fuck are they-" You gasp as a herd of flies surround you making you scream and cover your face with one hand as the other tries to swat them away. You hear laughing overlapping one another and you just run to wherever the hell you can see. With your hand swatting simultaneously and running someone grabbed your hand, reeling you back in, and revealed a man with long blonde hair

Your eyes widen in fear and he just sniffs way too close to your face as you lean back away. He grins widely and turns to the other two men present. One with black hair and red hair, also grinning wickedly "Lady blood~" He drags you with them as they all laughed evilly. You cried in fear and scream,"LORD DIMITRESCU HELP!!!" When you said his name the three boys look at you stunned-not only by the impact of your scream feeling the strong vibrations on them-and then each other,"What?" "She knows our father?" "Is this the lady he was talking about?" Heavy footsteps was heard that almost the whole castle shook

"What did I say about-GASP" Lord Dimitrescu was shocked by the scene with Cass gripping on your wrist as you were on the ground, Benjamin and Daniel towering above you only for them to back away. "Cass, get your hand off of her this instant!" He scolded as Cass immediately let go,"Father, I didn't mean to-" "I don't want to hear it, Cass. And would both of you help the poor girl up! I taught you better than that." Daniel and Benjamin help you muttering their apologies to you "Sorry, madam."

As you got up you ran to Lord Dimitrescu hiding behind him. He starts to go off on them,"Did I not told you three you will be having a guest over!? How many times do I need to remind three with so many tasks!? Seriously, the amount of times I have to pick up after your mess into the dungeon from the mistakes you three have done. Now this!? Did I not mention that Mother Miranda will be TERRIBLY displeased if you managed to even do little damage on her!? Yes??"

'So, this is the three sons that Heisenburg talked shit about?' You thought as they look at their father, Lord Dimitrescu, cowering like puppies. They apologized over and over to him for what they did to you. "We're sorry, father." "It just slipped out of our minds." "We won't do it again." Lord Dimitrescu lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing his face feeling stressed, and he shakes his head,"And I'm over here thinking a sister in our family shall tame you three and maybe make changes, but absolutely nothing." Wait, sister?

"What do you mean 'sister'?" You asked looking up at Lord Dimitrescu. His eyes widen realizing what he said,"Oh! Well, you see, dear..." He kneels down (you still gotta crank that neck, babe, sorry LMAO) and takes your hand,"Mother Miranda noticed how it can be lonely with my boys, especially, during the winter as they are not so fond of the cold. That's when you come in." You still couldn't wrap your head around all this,"Why am I here? I thought you were going to be my mentor or whatever Miranda said." Lord Dimitrescu sighs again,"I'm aware of the history of your life growing up with that-" His eyes avert your eye contact as his face gave a terrifying scowl,"Ethan Winters..."

He clears his throat and looks at you again, smiling,"You are not fully human like the rest. That's why she brought you here and I will be providing you and looking after you." You stare at him and his sons in the back listening the interaction amongst both of you,"No...no no no this is not what I wanted. This can't be true-" Removing your hand from his you backed away. Benjamin steps in saying,"Look we are really sorry for scaring you." Daniel adds in,"Yeah, we are very sorry. We thought you were just a villager trespassing!" Then Cass shyly jumps in,"We are lonely in the winter and we really look forward to having a little sister in our family."

This does not help at all as this made you anxious. "No, I need to go back!" You turn to run to the door, but Lord Dimitrescu grabs your hoodie and lifts you off the ground,"I'm sorry, dearest (Y/N). But, you have no other choice." He still has you on your gip (basically, putting you in air jail) and turns to his sons,"Boys, lets take her to her room. From now on when I'm not around you three shall be watching her every move. Do not let her leave this castle." The three boys nodded,"Yes, father."

Could it get any worse...well, you just done fucked around and you are going to find out soon enough. Lord Dimitrescu sets you down on your bed and he walks back to the door as the boys peek over to see the room all fascinated from how spacious and aesthetically pleasing it looks with a huge window view from outside where the village is at. "It would be best if you get some rest now. You don't want to lose your opportunity for breakfast, my sons don't seem too fond in sharing." The boys giggled and he closes the door, plus hearing the clicking sound of the lock securing you in. "What do they know about my dad? Are they keeping me away from him or is Mother Miranda...needing something?" You questioned yourself as you could only assume the worst,"Rose!?"

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

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sapphicrow · 11 months ago

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RE8 Lords (+dimi sisters) Opinion on crocs!

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Mother Miranda

The bird mommy herself. A true lady. Gothic aesthetic and all.

I think she would be an avid croc hater

I mean, she works in a lab, closed toe shoes. They’re not very practical for experimentation or any thing else

Plus her other outfit is goddess apparel or old hag.

I just can’t see her enjoying them whatsoever. They clash with her whole vibe.

If offered, Miri would most surely wrinkle her nose and scoff at the very notion.

“Ugh. Begone, mortal. The day you goad me into those atrocities of footwear is the day I surrender my subconscious to the megamycete,” Mother Miranda waves you off with a flick of a taloned hand.

Mia left a pair in the lab once and she tried them on. They remind her.

Salvatore Moreau

Fish man!

Moreau would be a huge fan.

Seriously, he lives in constant sogginess. A pair of shoes that can fit his deformed and damp feet would be welcome.

He pads around the reservoir in crocs all the fricking time

Over time, the sound of the rubber squelch becomes associated with his approach.

He would be gifted his first pair, but soon amass a bit of a collection- his favorites are the blue pair and the black one, but he’s also got green.

(In the church) *squish squish squish squosh squish* “hi, mother!” Moreau garbles. “Like ‘em?” He asks, gesturing to the tye dye crocs currently adorning the lower half of his slimy body.

He doesn’t wear them in public after Mother Miranda glared at them though

Heisenberg

Metal bending dilf

My guy isn’t the biggest fan of crocs, they just don’t work for him

The factory is difficult enough to manage in steel toed boots. Rubber slippers are not ideal.

I think he wears them solely to meetings to piss off Mirander (it works every time)

He was approached by his nieces with a pair of solid black crocs, and they were too insistent for him to deny them entirely.

Heisenberg thinks they’re fine, simply not his cup of tea though.

“Fuck!” The lord curses, his voice echoing against the metal walls of the factory for the fiftieth time. “Damn pieces of junk.” Heisenberg mutters after dropping a piece of scrap onto his croc bearing toes once more.

Alcina Dimitrescu

No.

Just no.

Absolutely not.

Lady Dimitrescu , the countess, the favorite of Mother Miranda, mother of three, would not be caught dead in such apparel.

It’s less that she has an issue with their design, and much more that she’s disgusted with the thought of looking so undignified.

She wouldn’t be threatening anyone when she whips her crocs into sports mode before unsheathing her mighty claws.

Alcina doesn’t mind them on others, but not her. She’s a noble lady and far above such peasantry.

Also they don’t make them in her shoe size.

“What…” she drawls, looking scornfully down at the maiden presenting her with such blatantly hideous shoes, “are those?”

Donna Beneviento

The dollmaker and illusionist ~

Donna is chill, I’d imagine she wouldn’t have too strong an opinion on crocs

She owns a pair in black and likes to wear them around her workshop

They’re quite comfy, and since she’s not always on her feet, they serve as very nice house slippers

She likes to pair them with fluffy socks to really get the full coziness effect

Besides, her skirt is long enough where they’re not really noticeable

A quiet melody sways within the air of Lady Beneviento’s workspace. Humming to herself as she worked and Angie looked over her shoulder. Dexterous hands wield pliers to work the last bit of wire into the joints of her newest creation. And as a finishing touch, a mini croc is slid onto this doll. A small smile quirks her lips beneath the veil.

“I want some!” Angie shrieks once she sets eyes on the crocs.

Bela Dimitrescu

The eldest of the flies, and the blondest

Bela follows in her mother’s footsteps on this one, she despises crocs.

She simply doesn’t see the appeal.

They’re rubber, they’re not particularly fashionable, and they clash with the lace of her dress.

Eyeing her sister up and down, Bela just scoffs judgmentally before walking away.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Our delulu queen <3

She is the biggest crocs person ever.

She absolutely loves them, much to her sister and Mother’s dismay.

Dani just thinks they’re the coolest thing ever

You don’t have to lace them, there’s different modes, and you can decorate them??? What more could you ask for!

She had a whole wardrobe. I think she had every color. Depending on the occasion, she mixes and matches.

Dani is also big on jibbitz.

“Look!” The ginger squeals excitedly as she swarms into a maid’s face. “It’s a fly!” Dani says with a delirious giggle, shoving the new charm into the frightened woman’s vision.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

The ravenette of the trio

Cassie likes crocs a normal amount

She doesn’t own her own pair of course, the only reason she ever wears them is to snatch them from Dani and make her mad

She also delights in how Bela and her mom glare down at her whenever she wears them

All in all, Cass doesn’t wear them as a fashion choice, she wears them for the drama

“Hehehe, you’re coming with me,” Cassandra whispers to herself as she steals Daniela’s prized flamingo print crocs from her room.

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huggybearhughes43 · 5 months ago

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anything quinny based on the song 'more hearts than mine' ?

More hearts than mine

Quinn Hughes x Fem! Reader

Warnings- FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

Summary- Quinn’s nervous about meeting readers family in her home town

Word count- 1.3k

I can't wait to show you where I grew up

Walk you 'round the foothills of my town

Probably feel like you've been there before

After hearing all the stories I've been telling you

For six months now

Quinn Hughes is the man I’ve been talking to my family about non stop since I met him. We’d been dating for six months and since he has a game there tomorrow, I’ve convinced him to meet my family back in Raleigh. He’s been wandering around my apartment in circles for an hour, trying to talk himself up. In a way I thought it was cute how nervous he was. I reassured them that no matter what they were going to love him but no matter what I said it didn’t help.

Ever since the day we met I’ve been telling him stories from back home. How my friends from high school tease me at every given moment, how my sister flies to Vancouver every summer to visit, how my parents cook a feast every time someone visits no matter who. He knows basically every detail of my childhood, every friend, every ex, every enemy. He knows all of it. He knows the road I grew up on, the house that my parents still live in. Quinn knows about the swimming hole I used to swim in every summer and he knows about the time I started crying because a fish touched me. Which to this day, my family still jokes me for.

For me, I was deathly excited to show him where I grew up. I wanted to show him every road I rode my bike down, show him the places I’d sneak out to with my sisters. And more than anything I was excited to introduce him to my little sisters, the same little sister who have been gawking since they found out I’m dating a famous hockey player. I know my dad will like him, they share the same interest in boating. The second Quinn brought up his lake house my dad would be all in. Then my mom? Well, Quinn’s planning to buy her flowers which will win her over instantly.

We'll probably have to sleep in separate bedrooms

Pack a shirt for church because we'll go

I'm not trying to scare you off but

I just thought that we should talk a few things out

Before we hit the road

Even with my sister’s husband, our parents make them sleep in two separate rooms. My ma says she doesn’t want anything more than a single peck under the roof of her home. Ma thinks that gods watching her and her children in everything we do. It’s sweet and I’d understand for boyfriends but husbands are a bit of a stretch, the thought makes me laugh. On Sunday mornings Ma and Pa wake us up at eight, she says it’s the lords day so we must look the best for him.

I sit Quinn down before we go to bed, his hands are practically shaking. I laugh and press a reassuring kiss to his lips. “Ma will want you to go to church on Sunday, Sunday is the day where no one can curse, argue, or even look at someone the wrong way. I packed an outfit for church in your bag just in case you forgot.” I run a hand through his hair. “It’s okay, I promise.”. We go to bed early that night, preparing for the flight with his team early in the morning. Quinn finally settles down, his face cuddled into my chest as I scratch his head with one hand and his back with the other.

If I bring you home to mama

I guess I'd better warn ya

She falls in love a little faster than I do

And my dad will check your tires

Pour you whiskey over ice and

Take you fishing but pretend that he don't like you

Oh, if we break up, I'll be fine

But you'll be breaking more hearts than mine

In the morning as we get ready I remind him that the second he brings my mom flowers that she’ll practically fall in love with him. I tell him that just because he won’t have his car with him doesn’t mean my dad won’t ask for pictures, he’ll nit pick details on it but he means well. My dad will try to get him drunk, ask him details to make sure he has a clear intent with me as his girlfriend. I remind him to act like he likes fishing even though I know he doesn’t, my dad will make him fish until he likes it. I don’t tell him all of my thoughts, though. I don’t tell him that after this trip if we were to break up, he’d break my families hearts as well.

The plane ride goes well but the nervousness got back to his system in the car ride over to my parents home. I hold his hand in mine, reminding him what I’ve told him over and over. My younger sister rings my phone and I answer. The FaceTime showing her and my other little sister. They cheer when they see me in the car and explain that my Ma and Pa are so excited to meet Quinn. They also complain about how my mom made them clean the house for him. One complains specifically that she never cares for the house to be clean when her husband visits from the army.

My sister's gonna ask a million questions

Say anything she can to turn you red

And when you meet my high school friends

They'll buy you drinks and fill you in

On all the crazy nights I can't outlive

The second Quinn and I walk through the door, my sisters run up to him and start asking questions non stop. “What’s it like being famous” and “you better win against the Hurricanes tomorrow” were my favorites, made me laugh a bit. My youngest sister, at the ripe age of twelve tells Quinn he’s the most attractive Hughes brother, no shame and just a huge grin on her face. Quinn coughs and stutters out a ‘thanks’ before staring at me wide eyed. Ma and Pa run to the door and tell my sisters to give him space. Quinn was thankful for it and cheesily smiled at he handed her the roses. Ma gawks and tells me I found a good one before she runs off to find a vase to put the flowers in, my dad introduces himself then follows short after.

Ma invited a few of my high school friends over for the day, wanting me to catch up with them. My face turned to a neat red the second they walked in. Quinn finally cracks a laugh as they sit down and start telling the most embarrassing stories about me. They tell him about the time I tripped and fell in the middle of the lunch room and had to walk around school with a huge spaghetti stain on my shirt for the rest of the day. They also tell him about how I used to bribe the jrotc kids to be disrespectful to their instructors for pure entertainment

Pa grilled steak for supper, Quinn says it’s the best he’s ever had. My dad congratulated himself for that. Ma breaks the saddening news that we’d be sleeping in different rooms, at least until my sister’s husband gets here. I silently laugh at the way my sister whines, knowing Ma never trusted her husband because he doesn’t believe in the lord. Quinn and I stand at my childhood bedroom door as we bid goodnight. “I told you they’d love you.” “I know, baby.” He kisses me goodnight. We both say goodnight and he leaves to his room.

What I don’t tell him is that if we break up, it wouldn’t only be my heart broken, it would be more hearts broken than mine.

#smut #hockey smut #nhl #umich hockey #vancouver canucks #quinn hughes

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doffy · 10 days ago

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good morning doffy ^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ do you have any book recs? any genre 🩷 (glad you liked the pink heart)

This is tough because I read a lot of historical nonfiction which is like not fun for so many people so here's some of my favourites and some I read recently

The King in Yellow 1895

I picked it up because F&H's creator cited it as inspiration for a lot of Termina IIRC. Short and quick I read it in approx. 2.5 hours

2. The Book Thief 2005

One of my all time favourites and it was a book I read in elementary school when the librarian went "well I'm not supposed to let you read this but..." the opening paragraph still makes me smile

3. Lord of the Flies 1954

Ok this is like an english class classic but it is very good. Enjoyed it thoroughly

4. The Jungle 1905

Holy shit this book is so fucking bleak it's insane. I'm not the type to get an emotional read on books I finish them and I go "I understood that emotional strife" but jesus christ this one was rough. This is one of the few books where I almost refused to finish it because I just wanted them to win

5. Woman at Point Zero 1977

A prostitute murders someone and the book is her account in jail about her life before she's executed for it. I don't want to spoil too much but this deals with pretty heavy topics and was a great read of arab feminist lit

6. I'm Thinking of Ending Things 2016.

Fantastically done thriller. Had me genuinely comfortable at a few points. Don't fucking listen to the goodreads reviews who talk about it being "creepy" or whatever they clearly didn't read it or understand the meaning behind it and I mean that wholeheartedly

Rendezvous by Thomas King and Metamorphosis by Kafka are two shorter stories I'd also recommend. Persepolis was another good one but that's a graphic novel so not sure if you count it. This ask reminded me I own a copy of "On the Origin of Species" and never finished it

Also if you do like historical nonfiction I recommend Lenin on the Train (2016) The Romanovs 1613-1918 (2016) and I mean you can't go wrong with the Communist Manifesto

#msg #long post

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angels17324 · 2 years ago

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Chance - Chapter 1

Prince Friedrich x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff

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Another night yet another ball that (Y/n) attended in hopes of finding a Husband. (Y/n) being Lord (L/n)’s only daughter, she had all she could ever want in life and she was happy, the only thing she longed for now that she had been presented to the queen was a marriage built from love and not just who could give her the best life or how high she could climb the social ladder. Though her stepmother didn’t quite agree with that sentiment. She would say she only wants what’s best for her daughter and in her mind that would be someone with a title.

This was her very first season she was excited to share her first season with Daphne who’d been named the seasons diamond after a slightly rocky start with Baron Burbrooke she seems to have found her love match with The Duke of Hastings and she was quite happy for her friend and now only hoped the same for herself no matter how long it took.

Dressed in a blue gown that complimented her beauty she was dancing with a gentleman that appeared to have two left feet, for he stepped on her toes quite frequently though he didn’t seem to notice her wincing in pain each time it happened as he spoke only of himself. The end of the dance couldn’t come quickly enough, she thought. Though he asked for another she excused herself.

“Was that as painful to watch as it was to be in?” The young woman asked as she approached Benedict Bridgerton. He was Daphne’s older brother and the two managed to become friends as well over their shared love of the arts. She knew Benedict would make a fine husband for any woman. She just didn’t feel that way for herself but she enjoyed his company regardless. However, in her mother’s eyes, he wouldn’t be good enough as a second son his brother would but she didn’t like him like that either and was almost sure Anthony would never marry.

“Even more so,” He chuckled at her and pushed his hair back.

“Then perhaps I’ll need a knight in shining armor to come to rescue me the next time he asks for a dance,” She joked slightly nudging him.

“I am no knight, however, maybe a prince will come to rescue you~” he grinned at the young woman they had both heard the rumor of the Queen’s nephew, a Prince of Prussia coming to London for the season.

“Oh-“ She was cut off as the room grew quiet around them and they turned their heads to see what had caused it. That was when she saw Prince Friedrich of Prussia being guided by his Aunt the Queen to meet the young ladies in attendance at the ball.

She watched as he greeted Cressida Cowper, the two girls weren’t exactly friends but they weren’t enemies either, they simply tolerated each other. She watched as Cressida attempted to charm the Prince; he kissed her hand and smiled at her before quickly moving on.

“You’ll catch flies,” Benedict teasingly whispered in her ear with a sly grin. Her mouth had been slightly open as she watched the whole exchange between the two.

“Not funny,” she glared at him.

It seemed like hours but in truth, it was only a few minutes before Queen Charlotte brought Prince Friedrich over to the duo, though it seemed at that very same moment Benedict decided to wander off and she was left alone in front of the Queen and the Prince.

“Miss (L/n), let me introduce you to my nephew,” Queen Charlotte beamed proudly showing off her nephew. (Y/n) curtsied but looked up and met his eyes. A bright blue that seemed to sparkle in the light of the ballroom. He stood a bit taller than her. They reminded her of the boy she had met when she was younger. Why was she thinking of that now?

Friedrich reached out and took her hand, though both their hands were gloved she could feel the heat radiating from him. He brought her hand up and kissed it gently, she hadn’t noticed he seemed to linger for a few moments longer than he had with any other lady and it felt familiar.

“It’s lovely to meet you Miss (L/n),” he said as he finally released her hand.

“You as well, your highness,” she smiled and could feel the heat rise to her cheeks.

“Might I also say you look beautiful tonight,”

“Oh, thank you, your highness,” it took all the courage she could muster to not look away.

“I guess you don’t have a bonnet to lose tonight or any trees to climb,” He tried to hide his slightly teasing remark behind his perfect smile. (Y/n) stood in slight shock and was unable to form any words. It was him, he’s the boy… well man now.

“We must finish our rounds, Friedrich,” Charlotte spoke a bit confused by Friedrich’s comment, and guided Friedrich along with her. Friedrich was the Prince of Prussia! She felt like a fool still staring at him, however, he was still looking at her as well. The two didn’t break eye contact until Lord Jameson stepped in front of her.

“May I have this dance?” Lord Jameson spoke and held his hand out.

“Oh… Uhm yes,” she held out her hand with her dance card for him to sign and went to the dance floor for him at least he had been a slightly better dance partner than her last. However, she had been distracted glancing around the hall hoping to see the prince again.

Prince Friedrich had hoped to quickly finish meeting all the young ladies so he could get back Miss (L/n). He had met her when he had attended school in London many years ago. He had thought of the memories fondly on occasion, meeting her in the woods and when he saw her bonnet fly off and went to get it to return it to her, however, she had chased after it too. He saw her staring up at it, likely debating on how to get it down herself but he stepped up to retrieve it for her.

He occasionally snuck glances at the dance floor to see her with a much older gentleman she didn’t seem to be enjoying herself. He would have come to her rescue but he was currently occupied with his aunt.

After a short while, he was able to sneak away from his aunt and look for Miss (L/n). She now appeared to be talking to the man he had seen her with when he first arrived. He took the chance to approach them.

“You’re the worst Benedict,” She glared at the tall man next to her. Friedrich didn’t know who he was to her.

“I didn’t do anything,” He noticed Friedrich approaching them and grinned mischievously.

“Exactly my point,” Before the argument could continue Prince Friedrich cleared his throat.

“Miss (L/n),” He said.

“Yes?” The young woman turned to him and once she noticed it was the prince again she became a bit of a flustered mess.

“May I have this dance?” He asked, holding his hand out. She nodded, unable to trust her voice, and took his hand. He led her to the dance floor.

“It’s you,” She said once she found her voice again.

He chuckled a bit at her, he wondered if she had thought about those days a lot too.

“I didn’t know you were a prince…” She mumbled and tried to avoid his gaze. Remembering the ways she had spoken to him the first time they met, she had been a bit rude in her opinion.

“I didn’t say I was, it's not your fault,” He smiled at her again he thought her nervousness was cute.

“I suppose you’re right,” She said, training her eyes on his shoulder where her hand rested.

She took the chance to look up at his face and he was already looking at her. Her breath got caught in her throat as their eyes met again. She had to stop this; she never acted like this with anyone else! When the song came to an end neither was ready to separate but they had to so they reluctantly did. (Y/n) still didn’t know much about him but what she did know is she wanted to know more about him.

#prince friedrich x fem reader #prince friedrich #bridgerton #prince friedrich x reader

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linkemon · 3 months ago

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Never ending song (Yato x Reader)

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ? ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ ɪꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇ? ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇʀᴀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴛʀᴏᴄɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ? ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ʏᴀʙᴏᴋᴜ ᴀɴᴅ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀꜱ.

The blackness of night enveloped the field strewn with corpses. [Reader] felt as if she were looking at a burial shroud. Beneath it were the mangled faces of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, brothers and sisters. They all looked at each other with empty gazes. Their eyes were like glass beads she could put on a string. Intertwined with bloody, undrying rivulets of blood. The earth couldn’t get any redder. Perhaps that was why Yaboku’s blue eyes seemed to be calling her from afar. They stood out against the carnage. Like the sky before a storm. Like lightning streaking across the horizon seconds before a thunderbolt struck. But he wasn’t loud. His katana didn’t make even the slightest sound as it sank into another body.

A soft groan escaped from beneath the long-dead horse. The man, crushed by the weight of his steed, was bleeding out slowly. Leaning over him, she found only boundless terror in his gaze. His kimono looked torn and frayed even before the fight. The severed hand still held the rake clenched in it. It must have belonged to one of the lords who had started this war. It didn't matter which side of the conflict he was on, he would have ended the same way.

— Are you — a wheezing sound tried to escape his lips — a shinigami? — he asked, trembling.

— No, but death is the best I can offer you — replied the goddess.

The man nodded slightly.

[Reader] didn't have to call upon her shinki. They almost never reverted to their human forms. Not when they knew they'd be working from night until dawn. Which had not been a rare occurrence over the past few decades.

Black wings flapped right next to her ear. The world momentarily transformed into a cloud of feathers. The ravens got to work. They cut the skin and with a practiced movement of their beaks reached the artery. With a loud squawk they announced the end of their work. Immediately afterwards they began to eat the carrion.

The goddess swept her gaze over the battlefield. All those lying there were already in Yomi. The bloody pallet on which they had laid their heads for the last time. She wanted to call off the shinki. Why did she have to deal with this? Why did she have to watch the lords fighting for the land day after day? Listen to the prayers of people begging for the ravens to eat the corpses of their enemies? Watch as supposedly honorable samurai and daughters who disgraced their families became carrion?

— That one was mine. — Yaboku's eyes flashed dangerously.

He stared at the meat covered in flies.

— He begged for mercy — the woman replied hesitantly.

[Reader] knew exactly what the God of Calamity meant. It wasn't a specific prayer but she shouldn't answer it. Mercy wasn't in her control.

— You're bound to misfortune as I am. You have to accept that. — The words cut like a sharpened katana but they were true.

Yaboku sighed and sat down on the edge of the massacre. [Reader] followed suit. She rested her head on his shoulder. It felt exceptionally heavy to her. As if the pressure of thoughts had actually become a physical burden that was hard to bear alone.

— You’re still thinking about it. — He brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead.

Fingers stained with blood stroked her cheek. Involuntarily, she leaned into the familiar hand.

— I don't know anymore... Sometimes I think about what it would be like if we were someone else. Gods of Fortune or... just something else. Something happier.

These worries had been rumbling in her head for some time now. Seeing people's suffering echoed in her mind. Even if she watched their happy moments, she could never take part in them. She had no way of contributing to them. She envied those who showered people with favor. Their festivals were loud and joyful. Like fireworks lighting up the night. She welcomed people into the tattered shrine. Always with bad intentions. No good person wished for others to be eaten by ravens.

— Look at me.

Yaboku gently grabbed her chin but there was a hint of command in his voice. In his gaze there was a steely certainty that what he was saying was true.

— We are gods. Our destiny is written in advance. There is no point in fighting it. Just submit to it and do your job.

[Reader] nodded. This was a god who didn't hesitate. She shouldn't have either.

Cherry blossoms danced in the cool air, stirred by the gentle breeze. [Reader] looked at them as if she was seeing them for the first time. Perhaps because it had been a long time since she had had time to really look at them. They seemed so right and so out of place at the same time. With their delicate, pink and white petals. With their proudly twisted, dark branches. They were a stark contrast to anything she had seen in the past few years.

What were a few years in a godly life? They should have seemed like nothing. The fleeting flutter of butterfly wings. And yet they seemed to weigh her down. Like fat, human-fed ravens perching on her shoulders. Her shinki wandered around in their human forms. They seemed amazed by their own bodies. She could feel their unease. Their true forms seemed strange to them. They circled the trees and absorbed everything around them, as if seeing the world anew.

Those eyes. Like cornflowers amidst a swirl of cherry blossoms. She had always spotted them from afar. Yaboku in the midst of this garden looked like a harbinger of war. One that had recently been ended by some treaty. [Reader] knew well, however, that human truces did not last forever. There would always be someone to break them. Sooner or later, they always lost to their own greed. They would draw their weapons, commit a bloody massacre and then make up. And as always, she would come to clean up their mess.

— You look sluggish — Yaboku tilted his head.

— I'm tired — she admitted.

He took her hand. His own was incredibly cold. As if the warm rays of the sun couldn't reach it.

— Your name won't disappear overnight. You can rest. — Yaboku pulled her along. — You shouldn't torment yourself.

— Maybe you’re right. — She nodded, slowly moving forward.

She couldn’t forget. She didn’t want to forget, really. Many people had called her during the war. The piles of corpses grew so fast that she couldn’t keep up with the acquisition of new shinki. They couldn’t eat all of the people. And yet the scream of that one mother had burned into her memory like a hot iron. What the soldiers had done to her daughter was impossible to put into words. For the battered girl, shivering with cold and terror, the death inflicted by Yaboku had been a mercy. When the woman realized what had happened, she fell before the shrine of [Reader]. May the crows eat these monsters in human skin, she repeated over and over like a mantra. The goddess answered but the soldiers had their own lives. Their own families, eager for revenge. They said that the red thread symbolized love. She deeply believed that wasn’t true. It was a string of hatred the colour of blood. Connecting generations, crossing divides and tightening around the necks of people as crows pecked out their insides. A never-ending story.

Hiro looked at [Reader] searchingly. Then she turned her gaze to Yaboku. She locked eyes with him and walked away in a direction known only to her. The goddess knew that the shinki didn't like her. They had never gotten along very well. Nora did everything to please her father. She didn't have the time or luxury of thinking. Sometimes she envied her ability. To do tasks. Just like that. Without breaking them down into factors.

— I can almost see the gears turning in your head. — Yaboku tapped her squarely on the forehead. — That's our role and job. We were created to bring misfortune to people. Sometimes I also think I'd like to bring them joy for a reason other than murder...

— Really? — she asked in disbelief.

It was the first time the god had ever made it known that something like this was on his mind. A few hundred years ago, she had despaired about it constantly but now she simply accepted the status quo. As something that could not be changed. But occasionally, in times of greatest tragedy, melancholy would overwhelm her. What if she were someone else?

— Really. But it's better just not to dwell on it.

The kiss was sweet. Just like the scent around them. Like thick honey, it enveloped the senses. It allowed them to forget. At least for a moment. Familiar lips, the corner of which still held the rest of the dried blood. Black hair that she could so easily tangle her fingers in. Blue eyes that were so easy to drown in. All she had to do was take a step.

Yaboku rolled over. He looked around the small hut. The soft light made out its outline. Not that there was anything inside, apart from a futon. He didn't have many material possessions. A faint cawing reached him from outside. Probably [Reader]'s shinki were returning, tired from their tasks.

He looked at his hands. In the dim light, they seemed almost bloody. As if the gore he had washed off yesterday had not left them at all. He was used to this. To the particles under his fingernails. To the constant vigilance. To the thoughtless beheadings. Meanwhile, the shadow on the wall now resembled human silhouettes. The shuffling from under the floor seemed to whisper. His own body seemed not to belong to him.

He rubbed his eyelids as hard as he could. Just to chase away the strange feeling of nightmares lurking beneath them.

[Reader] was still asleep. She was breathing evenly. The light of the rising sun gently illuminated her face. She instinctively snuggled into his chest, which he accepted with a measure of relief. It seemed she was sleeping peacefully. Unlike him.

Yaboku felt fear for the first time in his life. He was torn. He had never felt like what he was doing was wrong before. He had lived hundreds of years of his monotonous life, reconciled with his fate. But now the thought was brewing in his head that it didn't have to be that way. It had been growing in him for the past few years. Only to start questioning everything. The validity of his father's teachings, Hiro's advice and his own decisions. Like the sun rising over the horizon. On the verge, still hiding its head but showing its first rays, not letting itself be ignored.

He wanted more. He wanted something better. Why didn't he deserve to bring joy to people? Why did he always have to see them only at their worst? He didn't know if it was yet another great war that had brought him to these questions. What he was certain of, however, was his aversion to the state of limbo. He had to do something about it. Make a decision. Could he change? Was it even possible?

He was almost certain he was already grasping for the answers to his own questions but a few days ago he had murdered the entire Ma clan. If even shinki, who were supposed to be pure souls, couldn't avoid being corrupted, what chance did humans have? Were they naturally doomed to be evil beings? If one of the Seven Gods of Fortune needed his help, even though she dealt with luck, did it even make sense? Maybe the only thing waiting for him at the end of such a path would be disappointment.

— You're up to something. — [Reader]'s sleepy voice reached him as if with a delay.

— Where does this belief come from? — he asked.

— I know that look, Yaboku. You look like you're fighting but there's no one here, so you're probably fighting yourself — the goddess commented.

That was it. But should this battle see the light of day? Should he tell her? He hesitated for a moment longer.

— I have to disappear for a while. — The weight of those words only hit him after he had said them.

— What exactly do you mean by that? — [Reader] sat up on the futon. — Does this have anything to do with Bishamonten? You know very well it's not your fault. You did what Kazuma asked you to do. It was your duty.

— I have a few things to think over... Father can't know where I'll be — he finished lamely.

—Yaboku, this is our role. It's not like you to ponder this and...

God sent her a pleading look that made her fall silent.

— Please don't tell him when I disappear. At least not for a while.

He knew that if his father came looking for him, she would be one of the first people he would turn to. She was one of the few who had a chance of finding him quickly.

— Do you promise we’ll meet again? — [Reader] asked uncertainly.

Never, in hundreds of years, had this happened. They had never been apart for very long. They had never been apart with the idea that this was what they were doing. They had always somehow found their way back together. They had no need to plan to meet. It was inevitable that they would be so close and so often that it never occurred to them.

The goddess frantically began searching for something in her kimono.

— Here. — She pressed a small coin into his hand.

Five yen glinted faintly in the dawn light. It was a poor rate but a wish was a wish. So, trying to control his breaking voice, he said:

— Your prayer has been answered.

— So this is where you were hiding, Yaboku. — Even after decades, he would still recognize that voice.

Kofuku wanted to say something but Daikoku mumbled something in an extremely serious tone and they obediently left him with [Reader]. The smell of freshly cooked broth wafted from the cottage. They would probably eat ramen. Pleasantly mild noodles accompanied by side dishes. The clinking of bowls began to merge with laughter. The light on the upper floor went out. Hiyori had probably finished teaching Yukine. The interior beckoned with warmth. Like a pleasant, heated stove in the evening darkness. The autumn chill was making itself felt. The remains of gray-brown leaves trembled on the trees like a god. He covered himself tightly with a scarf, hoping to retain the warmth for a while longer.

— Yato. My name is Yato — he corrected her. — I'm no longer...

— Yeah, I know. I only came here to warn you. Hiro's looking for you.

This wasn't good news. If the Nora was looking for him, then his father was probably looking for him too. He didn't know what was happening to him but he hoped to stay out of its reach. He had a new life now, a new family. The one he had chosen for himself. There was no place for father in it.

— Thank you — he replied laconically. — You don’t have to worry, I’ll fine.

— I see. You were supposed to go away for a while but instead you built yourself a whole new life. — [Reader] nodded toward the cottage.

The words were bitter and reproachful. They left a disgusting aftertaste, even though he hadn't spoken them. He didn't feel good about what he had done. He had left her alone. Even though she had agreed to it, several decades without a response wasn't right. But he couldn't reach her without risking being discovered by his father. Or maybe he didn't want to? He was held back by the uncertainty of how she would react to his decision. Then everything went in a different, better for him, direction. He didn't feel like turning back at all.

— I am the God of Fortune now. — He pointed at himself.

His roughened hands and sweaty sweatpants were evidence that he had done something with himself. He had worked for what he had. Even if it wasn't much. He didn't have his own shrine yet but he had something equally important. A roof over his head and people who cared about him.

— Don't be ridiculous! — [Reader] said angrily. — You have been and always will be bound to misfortune. You told me so yourself. Why can't you just accept that our fate is predetermined?

The treetops bent under the weight of a strong wind. In the past, a raven would have squawked right after that. But god knew that [Reader] never went anywhere without her shinki. He didn't think much had changed in that regard. It could mean that she no longer had any at all. That never boded well. He knew when that usually happened. The number of her followers had probably decreased. Now, in times of relative peace, few people wanted such a specific desecration of a corpse as being eaten by ravens. That could only mean one thing. What he himself feared most and what he had tried so desperately to escape from. Disappearance. Being erased forever. Oblivion. Death.

— I was wrong. We are gods. We determine what is right. Therefore, I can choose my own path.

He clutched the old, worn-out five yen in his pocket. He kept telling himself that he couldn't pay with it because the current coins looked different. But deep down, he knew that wasn't the only reason. He carried it with him all the time. As a reminder of the life he had left behind.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket. He pressed five yen into [Reader]'s palm, then closed it. He wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this. Maybe he wanted to convey to her the part of himself that had pushed him to change. After all, a long, long time ago, she had it in her too. Before human anger, years of greed, jealousy and a sea of spilled blood had killed it.

— Yatooo! — Hiyori's voice reached his ears. — It's freezing cold. Come inside. Everyone's waiting for you. — She ran outside the cottage to invite him to dinner.

When he turned around, [Reader] was gone.

#yato x reader #noragami x reader #yaboku #oneshot x reader #hiyori iki #bishamonten #kazuma #daikoku #kofuku

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I offer this- ConVex Vex Earrings yes? Except! Sculkfan still being Scars Cub and Scar getting a ring made out of sculk that Scar still wears no matter what even during the whole hotguy thing because he's not loyal to Ren in a way that Cub doesn't immediately overshadow

Scar just doesn't like the fact that something He wasn't there for suddenly is all over his cool wonderful talented friend! If there's gonna be a corruption he's inciting it 3:< (Cub listens to this after asking why Scar still wears the ring, the Vex earrings glowing softly in pulses as Scar paces the room, and for Scars safety is tempted to Lord of the Rings just so it doesn't try anything)

(.....nightmare for cub of scar getting sculk infected and immediately flies to find his Vex partner? what if its not a nightmare? aNYWAY Love the headcanons!! :D Stay safe!)

Ooooh I do love myself a good item connecting Cub and Scar. In my particular headcanon, it’s necklaces (which are far too complicated for their own good) but I love the idea of Scar making a sculk ring to try connect with Sculk!Cub. (Headcanon officially yoinked) And the idea of Scar refusing to let any symbol of Ren be bigger than anything reminding him of Cub is just yes. And give me the exact same in the Life Series (if he’s going to wear some poppies and lilacs in his hair, he’s sure going to keep mobs that remind him of Cub as well).

And anyone reading this, please send any headcanon ideas you have this way, I love hearing other people’s thoughts.

#convex #cubfan135 #cubfan135 headcanon #gtws #headcanon #hermitcraft #sculk!cub #life series #goodtimewithscar headcanon #goodtimeswithscar #Also Scar ending up possessed because of the ring is just aaaaah love it #Cub finding out in a nightmare because magic connection #So many oneshot ideas

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Finally got to see Peter Pan Goes Wrong in West End with Charlie Russell, Matthew Cavendish, Greg Tannahill, Matthew Howell, Harry Kershaw, Clark Devlin, Jamie Birkett, Chris Leask, Ellie Morris, and Jean-Luke Worrell! They were all amazing, I thought I'd share some of my fav bits! (Warning: There's a lot)

• Firstly, programme stuff: the note from the director basically just being Chris and Trevor arguing like a married couple. Chris being too scientific and Trevor having to remind him it's supposed to be festive.

● Them leaving a note asking if anybody was a flying operator as they didn't currently have one😭

• Robert leaving the children of the Cornley Youth Theatre abandoned in a forest with limited food and knives,to prepare for their performance of Lord of the Flies. NSPCC and police had to intervene, 2 of the children are still missing today (Ben McIntyre and Sarah Cordell)

• Jonathon's interview where's he's practically begging the interviewer to take note he was 'fashionably late', when he was actually waiting for 6 hours.

• Jonathon saying (in the interview), he's been focusing on humanitarian work, such as adopting a child from Ethiopia and a child from Vietnam. And then the interviewer just replied with "That is Brad Pitt. Everything you have just said is about Brad Pitt and not yourself."

• In the cast section, Chris Bean writing "I would like to remind my father that there is a spare ticket at the box office for him if he chooses to show up." That's so sad😭

• Trevor's section ended with "trevorzbeatz/YouTube.co.uk" 😭

• Pip (assistant stage manager) just says: "They call me Big Pip up north. Trevor's cousin. Out and about and that. Nice one." Like okay yh me too Big Pip

• They tried to feed the crocodile an alarm clock😭 (RIP Nadia tho😔)

• Annie left a little note saying she's "looking for a man" and then there's some description of what she's (not) looking for

• A page saying welcome to the theatre, but it is still very much in character😭 "Director Chris Bean always fulfils his promise of giving us a show we will remember for a very long time."

•Pre-show antics: one of the assistant stage managers (I'm gonna guess Pip? Not too sure tho) was walking around looking for a hammer. I noticed that he'd act like he was looking around and then when he spotted a child he'd go and ask them. I thought that was cute🥹

• I couldn't see the wires going through the audience cause I had seats up high, but I did see Robert pulling the end of the wire whilst on stage with the help of an audience member

• Dennis was late I think, ran across the stage from the audience with a bag on

• Lucy suddenly ran off stage, Robert not far behind shouting things like "You have to do it!" (And then later on she ran back on stage,but it seemed Robert got caught up in a convo)

• Now onto the actual show, I thought Dennis singing les mis due to his headgear was pretty funny seeing as les mis was about a door or 2 down

• At one point we were clapping for something (can't remember what, but it was during the beginning Darling Family scene), and Max joined in with the clapping. Sandra had to tell him to stop with a pointed glare and a lil hand gesture

• Every appearance with Robert as the shadow was amazing, I know it's simple but I'm always impressed with the rug pull and the way he lands

• During the bit where there's too much smoke and it engulfs the pirates, Trevor comes to the rescue but does hit Chris in the arse by accident, christrev anybody?

• I will forever love Robert trying to get Dennis to pick up the sword, Dennis picking up the boat paddle and Robert going on a rant about how he's been moving his arms for the past 5 mins why would he need the paddle

• During the interval the lights would still go out occasionally, fun touch

• As Jonathan flew up before crashing down, a banner fell down with Robert holding a bean, a reference of his show Jack and the bean

• Before this, I'd only seen the BBC recorded version of Peter Pan Goes Wrong, so I rlly enjoyed the changes. Such as the mermaids, but I RLLY laughed at Robert being the Mr Bumble in Oliver that killed a child. Especially when he went to be Peter Pan before starting to sing 'Food, Glorious Food"

• The whole poison bit was incredible, Harry's improv was on FIRE. We obvs did the traditional pantomime business which made Chris mad, he very much gave teacher vibes as he sat down on the set and said it was our own time we were wasting. He also complained that this was only the matinée and they still had an evening performance to get to. Then he pointed out how somebody in the audience was hissing, "Nobody goes to a show and says 'Yeah it was good but the person in the fourth row wouldn't stop hissing'" (this resulted in a lot of children hissing whenever he appeared on stage). Then when it got to the poison bit, a child was yelling at him to hurry up, causing Chris to go on a rant about how he didn't even want children there, sitting there on their booster seats. After the child yelled at him multiple times, Chris gave up and told the child to open it for him, which they did. Then as he was leaving, we were booing again and he was like "NO NO DONT BOO ME, IT WAS THE CHILD THAT POISIONED HIM." Then as he exited, he said something along the lines of "blame the child murderer." It was insane.

• Then, when Peter asked who would try to poison him, Tink/Annie pointed at the child that opened the bottle. I think Chris Leask actually had to turn his head downwards and to the side to hide his laughing.

• I've pointed this out before, but I'm so endeared with how worried Chris was when Annie was unconscious. HE KNEELED THERE HOVERING OVER HER BODY JUST LIKE TOUCHING HER FACE, NOT SPEAKING FOR AWHILE. Adorable. Every characters reaction was adorable...sorry Annie

• I just have to say Francis' Cabaret performance to distract us from Annie was amazing. Loved the audience clapping along as well and the rest of the cast looking absolutely shocked and confused

• I loved that we heard a whole marriage fall apart through Dennis' headgear. I want to know more abt them, the husband that took over to help Dennis sounded sweet

• When Lucy slid down the ship in her wheelchair she was flung out and then caught by Trevor in a sort of bear hug, Lucy's legs wrapped around his torso. Trevor was SEVERELY judging the cast HE WAS NOT HAPPY WITH THEM. They're besties ur honour, I thought it was so cute

• Loved Francis' Cabaret performance again during the big fight scene with the set moving.

• Trevor saying something like "You've got to be joking" when Lucy picked up the book 😭

• I wanted to scream laugh at Chris lying in the bed like an ill victorian child as Lucy closed up the story, and then Dennis choosing to lie on the squished bottom bunk

• As Lucy continued to read, Chris, Sandra, Trevor, Dennis, and Max were all checking up on one another in the background. Hugs, shoulder grabs. Guys, I love Sandra and Chris' dynamic so much, Sandra was making sure he got off the bed alright and then gave him a hug

• Of course the whole end song, Max as the crocodile encouraging us to clap

It was so amazing, everybody was fantastic!! My jaw still aches from laughing so hard! Hope ppl found this interesting cause I always love when other ppl share what happened during their show😭

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