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sink-me-in-your-ocean · 1 year ago

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𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

How would the Ghouls (AND Copia) react to seeing you surprise them with lingerie?

Prompt by the miraculous @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus

NSFW/Suggestive below the cut.

Copia:

Blushes profusely

This man is so flustered he can barely form a word, let alone speak a sentence

That doesn’t stop him from acting, though

He puts his greedy gloved hands on your body the second his mind can catch up to what’s happening

He’s torn between a state of disbelief and a state of unholy fuck I need to put my hands on this woman right now or I’ll die

“You are ravishing, cara mia.”

“Grazie mille, Papa.”

“But those straps, are they digging into your skin? I’d be happy to take you out of them.”

“It’s actually surprisingly comfortable.”

“Good, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to have you while you wear that.”

Swiss:

Grins at you like a madman when you reveal yourself to him

He tries to hide it but he’s so into it

The fact that you put in all this effort to fasten straps, tie ribbons, and put yourself on such a perfect display has him weak

He has an intense urge to fall to the floor and worship at your feet, as he feels unworthy of such a goddess

“All of this effort, for me? I mean, I can’t say I’m surprised you’d do something like this.”

��Well, it’s not just for me.”

“Hm?”

You produce a long silk ribbon that matches your lingerie, “This is for you. You can unwrap me and then I get to tie you up.”

He groans, “You’re fucking perfect.”

Phantom:

Can’t. Think. Heart. Having. Palpitations.

His dark eyes go so wide as he sees you all dressed up

His jaw is on the floor too

He runs a slightly trembling hand through his thick locks and unashamedly checks you out (not trembling out of nervousness, from sheer excitement)

“Oh, fuck me.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Get over here you little minx, you’re mine, you hear me?”

“Are you going to undress me?”

“You know I don’t have the patience; I’m fucking you in that now.”

Dewdrop/Sodo:

His first thought is to mark you; he is overcome with the need to bite you and suck on your exposed skin immediately

Practically tears out of his own clothes at the sight of you presenting yourself for him

He needs you carnally

He’s fucking feral for you

“You wanted my attention, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Well I’ll give you points for all of this. But I’ll have to punish you too.”

“For what?”

“For walking around wearing this, anyone could have seen you. No, no, I’m not going to be finished with you until you can’t walk, siren.”

Rain:

Has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from blurting out the first obscene thing that pops in his brain

You got him, you got him good

He doesn’t care for surprises but this one is a winner

His eyes can’t drink you in fast enough, flicking his gaze over your breasts, your thighs, and your ass as you turn for him

“Wow.”

“That’s it?”

“I can’t say the other things I’m thinking, I’m pretty sure I’d get arrested.”

“I’ll take ‘wow’ then.”

“Oh you’ll be taking a lot more than that.”

Mountain:

Literally astonished when you show him what you’re wearing

Utterly hypnotized by the curves of your body done up by lace

Hands start twitching like a crazed addict

He needs to touch you

“Get. Over. Here.”

“Right now?”

“Right fucking now. Either that or I come over there and pin you against that wall.”

“Hmmm…”

“The wall it is.”

Cirrus:

Goes from zero to one hundred in a snap

Can’t decide where she wants to look, placing you in front of a floor length mirror for her own pleasure

She is happy to stand back and watch you pose for her

Eventually she gets antsy, fingers tingling with need to touch you

“Need attention, do we?”

“I have some for you too, love.”

“You do?”

“Just for you.” You hand her a black tissue-wrapped package.

“Matching sets? What are we, in a band?”

Cumulus:

Purses her lips in satisfaction

Tries to keep herself from smiling, she’s trained you well

Extra points for you sitting on the floor so submissively

Something inside her calls to put her mouth on you, mark you all over with her dark lipstick

“Stand and me a twirl.”

You oblige her.

“What a good girl. Shall I give you a treat?”

“Yes, please.”

She opens the top drawer of the dresser and starts laying out the treats she plans on using on you. You’ve been good indeed.

Aurora/Sunshine:

Squeals in delight upon seeing you

You’d think it was her birthday the way she reacted to you

That doesn’t stop a mischievous grin from spreading on her face though

She wants to see you put on other things she’s had tucked away for special occasions

“This one is next!”

“Haven't you found your favorite yet?”

“Nope.”

“No?”

“My favorite is you wearing nothing at all, gorgeous, I just wanted to see how many different pairs I could get you to put on before you beg me to take them off you.”

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lostgirl677 · 3 months ago

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Hidden treasure

One-shot

Masterlist

AU imagine where the outbreak never happened.

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Established relationship

FLUFF

Summary: Y/N found something for Daryl in a thrift store. A real priceless treasure.

A/N: I still struggle to write Daryl accurately. Don't hesitate to leave some feedback.

I came back from the thrift store. There, I found a treasure worthy of all the haggling and near fights in the world. All because it was a gift for Daryl. Yeah, I almost threw punches to get that treasure. But if it was for him, I’d snatch it from the Devil’s hands if needed. I knew that the package wrapped in brown paper was the perfect gift.

When I arrived, Daryl was in the garage, working on his bike as usual. Watching him was always a delight: the way his arms flexed, his hands covered in grease, the occasional swear word escaping his lips. I could watch him all day. He suddenly turned his head towards me, catching me staring like a creep. ”Like what ya seein’, darlin’?”, he asked, his southern accent more pronounced with the day's fatigue. I couldn’t help but grin. “Hell yes.” I chuckled as I got closer to him. He snorted and smiled. His smile lit up the room. It was good to see him ditching his signature frown for once. He wiped his greasy hands on an old rag and stood up, towering over me like a mountain of muscles and sweat."Good thing ya ma girl. Else I'd be scared of this sexy stranger drooling and undressin' me with her eyes in my garage" he said, smirking as he snaked his arm around my waist. “Good thing indeed. It would be creepy otherwise.” Then, he pulled me closer and I could smell his scent: pine, leather, sweat and smoke. “How was yer day? Thrift store, right?” he asked me. “Yeah. And I have something for you”, I replied. He raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. “For me? Ya didn’t have to, honey”, he blushed a bit. I smiled again and said “Believe me, I had to. It’s in my car. I’ll be right back”. He reluctantly let me untangle myself from his embrace and I ran to my car with a bounce in my step.

I came back quickly, holding the package. “Here. I hope you’ll like it”. He took it in his hand, looking at me, a bit unsure. “Go on. It won’t bite you” I encouraged him softly. He finally complied. As he unwrapped the package, I bit my lip in anticipation. Inside, he found a vintage leather jacket. “Well, ain’t that somethin’,” he murmured while his hand caressed the worn leather. Suddenly, his eyes widened and became shiny as if he could cry. It was a rare occurrence for a man like him. And I knew exactly why he was about to cry. His hand ran over the embroidered name William Dixon. He looked at me, shaking slightly. “H-how? Where?” he asked with a quiver in his voice, unable to find the right words. “I remember you told me that your grandfather died on D-Day in Normandy, and your grandmother was pregnant at that moment. And she had to sell some stuff to make ends meet. And somehow, it ended up in this thrift store. I found it hidden under a pile of old clothes in the stall. So, when I saw the name, I knew I had to get it for you. I think it wanted to return to its family" He looked like he was about to cry. I could see the tears welling up, and it took everything in him to hold them.

He was still looking at the jacket with reverence due to a relic. Which it was - a precious relic of his family. I gently took his hand to guide him back inside the house, in front of a mirror. “Try it. It looks like it’s your size”. I said softly. He slowly nodded, and I helped him put it on. Indeed, it fitted him like a glove. He looked dashing in it. “Daryl, you’re really handsome in this jacket. I’m sure your grandfather would be happy that his jacket is now yours. He would be proud of you”, I told him softly as I gently put my hand on his arm. He lowered his gaze to look at me in the mirror’s reflection and grunted softly. Even if he didn’t say anything back, I knew he was touched by my words. He just didn’t trust himself with words right now. When he tried to arrange the jacket on his body, something fell from the inside pocket—an old picture. I went to pick it up and showed it to Daryl. It was a slightly damaged black-and-white picture of a beautiful pregnant young woman. She was smiling, a hand on her swollen belly. “Grandma,” he whispered, his voice shattered a bit. “She was beautiful”, I whispered. He simply nodded, his hand running over the picture. “How about we buy a frame and place it somewhere nice?” I asked softly. His blue eyes twinkled, still wet from unshed tears and he said “Yeah. Sounds good.” Then he turned to face me. “I don’t know how to thank ya, Y/N”. I simply smiled. “You don’t have to. I just brought back home something that’s rightfully yours. I love you, Daryl. That’s all that counts for me.” He finally let his tears fall and said in a strangled voice “I love ya too, Y/N”. He then embraced me in his strong arms, his grandmother’s picture still clutched in his hands. I wiped his tears with my thumbs and arranged his hair gently.

Later, I decided to place his grandma’s picture on the small desk in our room. And we hammered a coat hook next to it for the jacket. “Lookin’ good”, he simply told me while placing a kiss on my forehead. “Yeah. Now, your grandma and your grandpa are no longer apart”. He simply smiled. And his smile was worth a thousand words.

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rosedere · 4 months ago

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The Liyue Lotus and the Merchant from Snezhnaya

(Pantalone x Fem! Reader)

MDNI +18

Cw: kidnapping, Stalking, non con elements, Graphic violence (later chapters), Yandere content *will update as the series goes

Cross posted on AO3

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4, Chapter 5. Communication lost in the mountains, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10~

Synopsis: Unfortunately, The Regerator develops a fixation with you while you are working undercover for Yelan. And there’s no one who can get in his way of his prized Lotus.

The parts of me buried underneath

They're glowing, do you see?

I know that you feel me now

No I'm never going down

You didn't hear from Yelan again.

…

It was total static from everyone.

A few weeks into your stay in your pagoda tower was when you had any sort of noteworthy event. Basking in the pouring sunlight from the opening of the balcony from the canopy bed, you only realized you were drifting off to sleep when the soft footsteps from the hallway began to grow louder in volume.

“Lián”

You felt something paper-textured land on your bloated stomach.

Eyes still closed in annoyance, you lifted your arm to shoo Galina away.

“Its from Your beloved~” she added as she sat besides you, pulling away at the curtain to allow more light in.

You only stayed silent, trying to relax into the cool silk pillow you were currently resting on.

“Lián, you've been sleeping a lot lately.”

Galina sighed, holding the back of her hand to your forehead. “Hopefully you didn't catch a cold when you went swimming,” she muttered to herself as she leaned back onto the bed, laying near your feet.

“Fine— let me see.”

Unfurling yourself from the confines of the sheets, you sat up to see a medium-sized box now toppled over onto your side of the bed.

The wrapping on the package was an intricate iridescent blue and white tissue paper encasing the box, topped with a small paper lily.

Carefully unwrapping the top of the bow, the rest of the package fell apart, revealing the contents inside the dark blue box. You reached for the envelope before observing the contents of the delicately wrapped items; the letter was a familiar Snezhnaya envelope you had handled in the past during missions.Delicate as you opened the envelope with your name written on it with a golden fountain dip pen, Piercing the letter with your sharpest nail.

The parchment was cold to the touch, several pages from first glance.

“So what is it, my lady?" Galina perched her hand under her chin.

"Unfortunately, I don't read as fast as Pantalone”

“Lián,

I have finally made it to Snezhnaya. By the time this letter should reach you, I'd have been here already for several weeks.

Thankfully, the… unfriendly gathering has ended sooner than I anticipated. I am currently catching up on certain duties I neglected before I came home.

In the meantime, until I have a certain day of arrival, I sent you some items that reminded me of you, hopefully reaching you along with this letter.

Every day I've been thinking about you, Lián; hopefully Galina and Fedor have been treating you well in my absence. I can't resist letting my mind wander to our first night together.

I can't wait until we are united again so we can share a few more nights like that one, my rooted lotus.

I have more to say and share with you about Snezhnaya, but I have been alerted to some issues involving one of my underlings that I must take care of, so I will leave the rest to your imagination until we both can come together.

The Regerator

You looked over at the gently wrapped items stacked neatly in a pile.

“Hmm, so it appears he could arrive any day now,” Galina mindlessly replied, now propped up on one of the smaller pillows on the bed.

“Any day? How did you get that from the letter?” you asked.

“I just know him; last time he said that he returned a week later,” she turned lying in the bed.

"Hey, did he also leave an extra envelope in there by any chance?”

You carefully laid the blue ink letter on the bedspread as you pulled the items out of the box; some you could immediately guess were clothes, while others felt like they were wrapped in a sturdy paper box.

Thinking that was it, two envelopes slipped out from the bottom.

One was on dark sapphire blue paper, and the other was a dusty violet color.

“Oh! That's it,” she reached over energetically for the dusty violet color before pocketing the other one in her hood pocket.

A smile graced her face as she eagerly opened the letter.

Humming as she read her letter, you noticed the back of the letter had a photograph of something—a few pictures from the thickness you could tell from the shape.

You didn't want to pry, so you returned your attention to the items strewn about now on the bed.

Reaching for a small rectangular one carelessly thrown on top of the several items now forming a small mountain, a silver ink print was on top as you further inspected the gift.

“To moma”

You were about to speak up, but Galina read your mind, grabbing a hold of the box in your hand.

"Sorry, my lady, you had to grab that~ hehe He must have packed them altogether,” she bashfully apologized.

“Ah no, its on me; I shouldn't have just assumed it was mine,” you smiled back at her, watching her handle the gift.

The photos on the back of the letter are now laying facing up on top of the letter as she unwrapped the gift eagerly.

You watched as she pulled the expensive wrapping off, again her mask concealing her face, but you could tell her mood instantly lightened as she held the now unwrapped gift.

“Is that?”

Galina nodded, holding the small statue.

You knew it was an ice creation—some vision holders becoming sculptors using their vision to create material.

But the place that was sculpted was somewhere you had never seen before.

The tall dome-like roofs and a small miniature garden with a snowy lake in front of the palace-like place.

The amount of detail was truly inspiring.

“My daughter... finally got a vision while I was away." Galina smiled, holding the small miniature in her gloved hand.

"She had desperately wanted to become one so she could serve the Tsaritsa”

She held the minature to her chest.

“I miss her so much.”

Galina's finger traced around the little pond that was sculpted into the side of the castle.

“The last time I saw her was when she was only a small toddler, barely able to stand,” she chuckled to herself.

Rolling on her stomach, she placed the minature on the wrapping, looking closer at it from behind.

“She told me in her letter that she will try to become an ice maiden under the tsaritsa as soon as her birthday comes next month.”

She glanced back up at you.

“ah— this might be a bit boring to you, my lady; I apologize once more.”

“No, it's alright, it's just-”

This is going to be awkward…

“Are you really a mother?” You blurted.

Startled by your blunt tone, you covered your mouth as you searched for any amount of offense in your words on her face.

Galina smiled mischievously at you before she rewrapped the small sculpture.

“Three”

“Including my younger sisters, so...”

Ten

Your eyes widen in surprise,thanking your hand for covering your mouth, as it was probably hanging down in shock.

“Its a long story, but im all they have; its why im here with Fedor,” she sighed, reaching for the photographs.

She grabbed the last photo from the back, placing it on your covered lap.

The photo showed three girls in some sort of igloo in the wilderness; the oldest sitting on the left of the embankment looked to be at least sixteen—a young teen—while the other two sitting in the poorly constructed igloo looked to be no older than six.

Galina placed a finger on the oldest one.

“That one is my Victoria,” she pointed to the girl. “She looks more like her… father than I, but she is such a sweet girl.”

She then pointed to the two girls inside the igloo.

“These two are my twins, Brki and Ivanna.”

You looked closer inside the igloo to see the two smiling girls more in detail; their eyes, hair, and body structure were identical.

“I was so lucky to have them; I'm sure they're probably impatiently waiting for my return again,” she smiled, looking back down at the picture.

You watched her fondly touch the small photograph of her children; absorbed in her world that was depicted in the photo.

“I certainly hope I'm not overstepping since... "I'm not a mother and all.” You looked down at your hands before you laid on your side, facing Galina on the bed.

“Why don't you work closer to Snezhnaya instead of being so far from them?”

“If I had my babies somewhere in a region all by themselves, I'd probably lose sleep knowing I was doing such a dangerous job.”

Galina's smile softened as she carefully laid the photo next to the minature.

“I would if I could, Lián.”

“I thought this might have been the trip my Lord Pantalone would have offered to take me and Fedor along back home,” she exhaled.

“But I guess I signed up a week too late to stay; now I work for the Regerator.”

She tucked the letter and photographs inside the wrappings.

“I guess better this way; I'd probably be dead if I worked for the home harbingers like Il Dottore or Coloumbina…” she chuckled half-heartedly. "Ah, you haven't met them yet, but they certainly... are strange,” she smiled to herself.

You smiled back at Galina as she tucked her gifts in her opposite coat pocket.

“I must write my babies a letter before the day ends,” she stretched out onto your bed.

“Hey—can I see what your beloved brought for you this time?”

“Please~” she asked, propping her head up with her hands.

“Sounds fair to me since you shared what you were sent in the mail,” you sluggishly moved back up in a sitting position.

Checking to make sure nothing else was mixed up.

You grabbed the top item; wrapped in a very sturdy tissue-like paper. Gingerly pulled the ribbon on top, making the whole wrapping come off.

“Oh wow, miss Lián! Its so beautiful,” her eyes lit up.

“Err.. but what is it?” You tilted your head.

The sheer cloth was so long that you had to keep unrolling the dark sapphire material at least 30 times until you could observe the full tapestry of cloth.

A white-tinsel lotus design ebbed all around the sheer fabric, reaching the ends of the ground. The horizontals had a very expensive tassel and metal accessories hanging low on the bottom all the way to the top.

"Ah, Miss Lián, that's a...”

Galina stroked her chin in thought for a moment.

“Oh! I remember the Liyue word for it… A veil”

“Like for….” You swallowed thickly. “A bride?”

“Oh no, at least not in our culture it isnt— women of high status wear them to mimic the Tsaritsa's own veil to shield her innocence,” Galina pointed at the fabric.

“If I wasn't so lazy, I'd show you right now how it's worn, but I have a feeling I might know what at least two of the other packages entail.” She glanced over towards the uneven mountain of gifts.

“It certainly is beautiful, but I don't know if I'll be able to wear it in our humid climate,” you sighed.

“You can always weave it into your hair like some of the previous Harbingers and some Harbinger spouses do,” she smiled. "But, to be honest with you, I think he mostly got it for you to wear as a shawl like the ones you adore so much.” Galina lowered her voice.

Letting curiosity get the best of you, the decision to wear the veil was all your brain was telling you to do as you carefully slid out of bed, standing on bare feet as you wrapped the fabric around your gown.

“So it just goes over me?” You questioned now standing next to the long fabric.

"Yup,” Galina quickly responded, looking over at you.

You began to unwrap the veil, opening it up like a bedsheet before placing it on top of your messy hair.

Dropping the veil to the ground, it laid around your feet gracefully, catching the light from outside as you twirled underneath the long fabric.

“Its beautiful.” You touched the inside of the veil, really feeling the soft netted material.

"Oh, but wait until you see the second piece that goes with it,” she chuckled, her belly crawling towards the mountain of presents laying where you had previously disturbed.

She began sorting through the gifts before she settled on the largest one, nestled underneath a few other items.

“Here, try this one.”

You approached with the veil still over your head, grabbing the package, now intrigued.“Id offer to unwrap it for you, my lady, but Id rather not get caught by Fedor,” she scratched the back of her head.

“If you want to, you can,” you held the gift back towards her. “You can be my assistant,” Your veil unintentionally jingled as you held it out to her.

Galina nodded before opening the carefully wrapped present for you.

She went quickly to work as she unwrapped the tightly bound package.

Another heavy-looking garment tightly folded; the white fur was mostly what you identified until you looked closer, realizing it was another long item of fabric.

“This part I'll let you unwrap,” she handed the item to you.

unfolding the very tightly packed item, watching a cascade of snow whites and icy blues sparkle and twinkle back at you.

The top silmy mantle around the collar reminds you of an artic fox; the fur is a second layer underneath the thick peacoat material; the tulle layer underneath acting like a long dress as it also pooled and complimented the robe part of the long splits that rain besides the ribs of the coat.

"Normally, women in snezhnaya also wear a layered robe underneath this coat, just like the Tsaritsa” Galina pointed to the sleeves.

“Im surprised why he bought you these specifically since normally that particular outfit is worn for special occasions.”

“special meaning?” You trailed.

“Like an engagement or being pinned as a harbinger is the one I can think of at the top of my head,” she flicked her eyes towards the wardrobe on the opposite side of the room.

“I would show you Pantalone's, but it seems he took his winter formal coat on business with him,” she looked back at the coat still in your hand.

“He has one identical to that one, but it seems he custom ordered it while he was over there,” Galina sighed, “which is something not anyone is honored to receive from Snezhnayans.”

Astonished, you took a step back as you looked closer at the coat. You realized initially that what seemed to be sleeves was actually more of a split poncho with a lack of a better term. Deciding to try it as well, you opened the front of the insulated coat. The soft mink feeling inside was very warm, and of course it had the quality of something you have never been blessed to wear.

“It's kind of heavy.” You walked towards the end of the ornate gateway leading to the bedroom door, the crystal material catching more light than your veil.

“They certainly are; the more layers, the better, my lady,” Galina watched as you carefully walked back towards the bed.

Sighing, you sat on the edge of the bed before lying back on the bed.

“My lady? Are you okay?” Galina sat up, sitting besides you, where the material cascaded down the tall bed.

“Just a bit winded—I think I just haven't been sleeping well,” you murmured before removing your arms from the sleeves. “I'll be alright once I close my eyes for a moment,” you replied, burying your face into the covers.

“Ah— but do you want to unwrap the rest of your gifts first? It seems there are about four more.” Galina began to neatly stack the few items left on the bed.

“Maybe later—” you yawned.

“My lady, at least let me take your jacket off of you.” Galina fussed as she began to carefully lift you up.

“My lord would kill me if he found out I let you roll around in them,” she began to carefully begin the process of undressing and disasembling your outfit.

“Galina? Are you in here?” Fedor's voice boomed from the walkway outside.

Your cheery guard looked towards the balcony outside; the pyro energy radiating around where Fedor had teleported.

"Ah, one moment—Im undressing our lords, beloved,” she finished unrolling the veil into a neat square on the bed.

“This is an urgent matter, my comrade; a crane has been spotted.”

Galina froze before dropping the fabric on the bed.

She quickly removed your long jacket and laid it on top of the bed, where the items were stacked, before she laid you back into one of the larger pillows on your bed.

“I'm sorry, my lady; I'll dress you properly later.”

“Please stay in your bedroom and do not open any doors until we arrive,” Galina calmly told you.

Your eyes, however, were already closing as you heard Galina and Fedor hurry out of the room before they closed the gate to the balcony.

Silence except for the occasional bird call or sway of wind passing through the bedroom.

As much as your body was dragging you down, however, you knew you had to continue your real mission.

Especially since Pantalone was already getting ready to come back.

Pulling yourself up, you looked around the room you had become accustomed to for the several days you lived here.

Unfortunately, you didn't find much in his various drawers, desks, and vases of scrolls; seemingly, he took everything with him on his business in the ever-frozen wasteland.

Walking over to the bedroom door unshockingly, it was very obviously locked from the outside.

No way out

Leaning against the door, you lazily looked over towards the bathroom.

On one of these absentee days at Pantalones Estate, you were tasked with washing yourself while Galina stepped away to figure out where the smoke in the lower kitchen was from.

You would have started by yourself drying your body off, but you noticed only a few washcloths left.

Sighing to yourself as you sat on the edge of the stone ledge that formed the natural tub, you felt one that was… out of place.

Not in appearance, but the large section of stone was loose.

Assuming it was just a loose stone, you pulled at the slate. A rumble occurred, and a wall was revealed below your feet.

A passage.

You carefully lowered yourself into the earthy passage, leaving barely enough room for one person to squeeze through. Wherever you landed, you were extremely unsure as you reached the end of your descent. The walls were tall; you could feel a draft, but there was no light at all in the room. You cursed yourself for not having a pyro vision as you felt and touched everything until you ran your hands on a switch, the handle protruding in front of you.

Pulling it revealed a network.

Tunnels.

Each leading deeper into the mountain.

Only before you were about to decide which mossy-covered entrance to take, you were alerted by Galina's sing song voice from above.

Today was going to be different.

Grabbing a large stick that was lying in one of the various vases in the restroom, you began your descent once more.

Climbing down, you noticed the lights had been turned off once more. Doing the same as you did the first time you felt up against the natural wall of the cave before you hit the switch from the walls.

The light turning on revealed a much more disturbing scene from the last time you were down.

Dried blood.

Everywhere.

The rusty smell disguises itself under the moist and earthy scent of the cave.

It seemed something got attacked down here.

You carefully tread with bare feet on the earthy stone around the scene before you.

Most of the blood was concentrated in the middle of the cavernous area before a trail led to the utmost left cavern.

Maneuvering quietly, you thanked the archons. Your nausea was at bay for the first time all day, or you'd have surely vomited in the humid cavern.

Thankfully, it seemed the switch's power extended to the cavern, really illuminating the long trail as whoever or whatever carried itself this way.

Finally reaching the back of the long cavern, you found nothing.

Literally, not even a trail of blood remained in the area. no corpse or sign of the person left.

The iron bars surrounded the area.

A makeshift prison.

Chilled, you kept your investigation mode on, examining every rock and iron bar.

But nothing came of the cavern.

Or the one next to it.

It wasn't until you wandered to the last worn path that you heard the familiar breeze of the mountain create a draft as you walked further inside.

Eventually, you took a windy path before the natural sunlight of the sky poured into the passage.

Practically running, you raced towards the opening of the cave. cautiously approaching the edge of the cave, listening for any suspicious sounds. Cursing yourself for the lack of elemental energy, you armed yourself with the stick before you stepped one foot out.

Entering the sunlight by yourself was a right you took for granted.

Overwhelmed by the familiar image of the mountain ranges and various wooden bridges in the distance, you knew.

"It finally took you long enough.”

At first, you thought an annoying mirage had formed above you. Craning your neck up with your stick, you pointed up at your possible threat.

Her mauve lips only upturned in an amused smile as she giggled behind her hands.

“I knew it was bad, but not this bad; my last subordinate would threaten me with a stick." She brushed her hair behind her ear from her spot on the tall tree branch above.

Patting on the tall branch as an invitation for you to come join her only made you scowl in response.

"Fine, stay down there, but those two annoyances are going to spot you and blow your cover.” Yelan pointed to the downward natural path beside you.

Lunging with your stick, you reached the tree branch with no hesitation, perching in a squat beside Yelan.

“Why are you here?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Same reason you're here." She stretched her arms above her head briefly.

“I wanted to see if you took the Regerator down or if that blood was from you,” she quietly laughed.

“So you're saying the blood wasn't from you murdering all of the fatui down there?” You rolled your eyes.

“Not yet,” she smiled as she poked your nose.

Flicking her hand in retaliation, you both paused as you looked down the mountain path.

Eventually the laugh slipped from your mouth, leading Yelan to follow in your footsteps. Her infectious laugh a comforting sound, reminding you of the time before being undercover.

when you and Yelan were just subordinates.

“So I'm going to assume then you don't know what occurred down there either.”

You nodded, only shrugging.

“I can't be a useful source since when I first stumbled upon the passage leading to that makeshift prison, I couldn't wander further inside, but I do recall no blood was in there yet.”

“It may be a good sign." Yelan interjected, “The passage you just came out of was manmade,” her finger pointed at the jagged edges the entrance had, “the prisoner escaped down the cliff to down the mountain.”

“They must have had a vision,” you deduced as you looked down the misty mountain range below.

It was Yelan's turn to nod in silent acknowledgement.

“Hang on, how did you find this place? I don't even know where I am,” you exclaimed.

Yelan only raised a perfect brow.

“Im not kidding, I snuck into the prison from the bathroom in Pantalones master bedroom looking for an escape.”

Yelan looked back at the cavern opening once more in thought.

“We found Dan, but he was dead at the base of this mountain, concealed in the amber." Yelan shrugged before looking down at the base of the mountain.

“I decided to scout the area to see if any activity would occur when I found camps of fatui surrounding this entire mountain.”

You leaned in, listening intently with interest as Yelan looked cautiously around.

“Following a few of them led me to halfway to the mountain before I was somehow spotted, and now I'm here,” she pursed her lip.

“So what's the next step? I haven't gotten any word from inside the Fatui about what's going on or if they're involved as well,” you murmured. “Im essentially being watched everywhere I go inside his residence,” scratching your wrist out of nerves.

“Your my Fatui informant; despite what it seems like, you have a lot of value out of everyone right now,” Yelan placed a firm hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, I'll treat you to the best Liyue beer in the harbor once we catch The Regerator,” Yelan smiled.

“For now, you need to keep gaining all of their trust, no matter what it is, until you have definitive evidence and a plan. We can avenge our fallen and bring Pantalone to justice,” she passionately assured you.

For a moment, it grew silent. The mountains natural sound being amplified around the both of you.

“I have to head back, Yelan," you said as you stood up on top of the tall limb.

“As do I as well; I'm sure they assumed I slid all the way down the mountain by now at this point.”

You both laughed, Yelan rising to her feet as well, both being at eye level.

“Since I know now where you are, we can both converge higher up from here near the amber on the next waning moon this month,” she said, pointing at a small landing above the manmade mountain.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Until then, (name)”

Note: Bad news and Good news:

Bad news: Im apart of the Boycotting Hoyo which means besides not playing the game and review bombing I will not be continuing this story until Hoyo stops pretending dark skin tones dont exists :D I will not argue about it as im firm on my stance and I hope everyone respects my choice and hopefully I can continue my genshin/and honkai stories once more as I really love the characters and such!

Good news: I wont be a complete asshole and since I have the rest of the 6 chapters written I will begin editing and posting those but I will not update anymore after the six one has been posted!

Again im sad I have to say all of this but I was already angry at genshin because of sumeru and then for them to do the same thing again to a group that already get talked over and their concerns and issues ignored makes me dislike them even more...

Petition + Review bomb tf out of the games on the app store btw

#yandere pantalone #yandere genshin x reader #Yandere pantalone x reader #reader insert #yandere x you #yandere content #genshin x reader

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aladaylessecondblog · 4 months ago

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Red Mountain Waffle House pt. 8

Sadara hadn't unwrapped the package left on their doorstep right away, mainly because she and Jiub had only seen it when they left for work in the afternoon. It seemed to be some sort of edible arrangement designed to looked like flowers and hearts, judging from the card that came with it.

"Who sent this thing?" Jiub asked, once they'd reached the Waffle House. He glanced at the flowery handwriting on the card and laughed. "Like I even had to ask. You can't get rid of this guy, can you?"

"I wish he'd just leave me alone," Sadara groaned. "A hand, now a fruit basket--I never asked for his attention, so why does he keep doing this stuff?"

Maybe he just wants to see if you're...open to anything?

She ignored the voice. A few ordinators and Temple pilgrims came in then, forcing her to put the basket in the fridge, and it wasn't for another few hours that she had the chance to look under the thing's wrapper.

She tugged off the plastic and looked over the assortment of fruits. Tropical, fresh...expensive.

Wow.

"What is that?" Nibani asked. She'd just come out from the back and was looking over the schedule, intent on her work, but sight of the fruit basket had distracted her. "We don't offer those...do we?"

"Oh no, this is a gift from Sadara's secret admirer." Jiub laughed, "Dear old Dagoth seems to have taken a shine to her...has been sending her gifts."

"Yeah, the first one was an ordinator's hand...and now this. This is actually normal though, thank the Divine."

It was already there, and being broke more often than not meant she didn't often get a chance to indulge in fresh fruits that weren't native to Morrowind. And that in itself was a rather short list.

"Normal, my--don't touch it. Don't touch ANY of it, throw it in the dumpster. Who KNOWS what he's done to it?"

"You can't sense any curses on it, can you?" Sadara asked.

"I can't, I already checked," Jiub piped up.

Try the--

She reached for one of the hearts first, and took a tentative sniff before taking a bite. For a moment she couldn't quite identify the taste. But after a moment's pause, and a tingling numbness at her lips as she swallowed the bite, she stiffened. "Jiub, was there an ingredient list on this thing? Try one of the hearts and tell me what it tastes like."

Jiub, who wouldn't argue with free food as long as it wasn't at the bottom of a dumpster or halfway down a rat's throat, did exactly as he was told and slipped one of the heart-shaped fruits into his mouth.

"Shit...it's mango."

Why does that matter? Isn't it good?

Sadara had no time to argue with Nerevar; she couldn't think of anything except the itchiness in her throat, the numbness in her mouth, and the sudden rapid pace of her heart. She stumbled back, trying to fumble for one of the healing potions kept in the fridge with the eggs, but found her hands were shaking too badly to do it.

Nibani bustled forward and opened the fridge herself, while Nerevar spoke up in a hurry.

It never did that when I ate it...well not that badly...

Sadara tried to take the potion Nibani held up, but wobbled and then stumbled as she reached for it. Behind her, Jiub guided her to a seat and sat her back.

"Open your fucking mouth before your throat swells up and you can't swallow at all!"

Still shaking, and scratching at the hives welling up all over her jaw, Sadara obeyed, and hastily gulped down the healing potion Jiub poured into her mouth.

The itchiness was the first thing to stop, then the numbness, and the pain from scratching too hard at the hives.

"Gods be damned, that was close. Another five minutes and you'd have been a goner," he said. "Do you need another one?"

She took another one, just in case, and tried to relax as the swelling of her throat receded. She was shaking all over. How could Dagoth Ur have known she was allergic?

I am too! But...but it's my favorite fruit and I never reacted like this! Oh, sure, my mouth tingled...and my lips might go a bit numb, and I'd sometimes get a rash...

You IDIOT, you realize that the next stage after that is your throat swelling up, right?!

It never did that!, Nerevar protested, I'd just take a healing potion...relax for the day, you know. It was great if I needed to blame someone for poisoning me! And Voryn knows--

IF HE KNOWS THEN HE TRIED TO POISON ME! US!

Voryn would NEVER! He likes us! BOTH OF US!

Your boyfriend is psycho, and the sooner you realize he's not our friend the better!

Sadara kept the debate up to distract herself until her heart rate began to slow back to normal. How, she wondered, could she have not seen through that polite facade of Dagoth Ur's? Maybe he wanted her dead so he could get Nerevar revived somehow...it was hard to say. Nibani had been right. Nibani was nearly always right.

She ignored Nerevar's protests to the contrary, his effusions about whether she really thought of Voryn wanting him as boyfriend after all this time, and when a customer walked in, went right back to work.

I can't afford to take the rest of the day off anyway, she thought, and when Nerevar gently suggested seeing a healer, she replied, I can't afford that either.

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Sadara was careful around the next ash ghouls she served, but did let out that she hoped she hadn't offended him or done some to irk him. They'd seemed confused, and she'd related the thought of her allergy being known.

"Surely he meant for no such thing to happen!" one of the ash ghouls said, "Our Lord is quite fond of you, in his way."

"Mango was always a great favorite of Nerevar's," the other added. "From what we've heard, anyway."

"Regardless...I just want you to relay the message that I meant no offense, whatever caused this...your...lord may have forgotten that Nerevar was allergic to the fruit, even."

She ignored Nerevar in the back of her mind insisting that Voryn would never do such a thing, took payment from the ash ghouls, and politely bid them goodbye.

There had been nothing in the couple of days since the mango incident, and she was finally feeling somewhat normal again. There was still the ongoing thought that perhaps it wasn't too late to involve herself with the whole Nerevarine prophecy, and put all this uncertainty to an end - but then, she thought, that would bring a whole other world of shit she didn't need.

Which was exactly what she thought of when she lifted her head to see who had walked in.

Of course, she thought, of course. Everything was TOO normal. Everything was TOO QUIET!

Nothing had been quiet since she took the silt strider to the Ghostgate, had crossed into the Red Mountain region, had picked up that stupid fucking moon-and-star ring!

"Lady Almalexia," Sadara gave a slight bow, "It is a pleasure. If--if we had known you would be here, we would have...prepared better for you."

She hadn't read much about the tall redheaded lady that wasn't about mercy or her desire to punish the unfaithful, but Sadara could conjecture easily enough what sort of care to use when speaking to her.

"Not that there is much else you could have done, but I appreciate the sentiment." The smile that graced Almalexia's face was warm, almost inviting.

Sadara--Sadara, be careful.

She had heard Nerevar in many moods. Fear was not one of them, but he was afraid now.

I am being careful. Calm your tits.

"I have heard you called the Nerevarine," Almalexia said an easy yet authoritative tone, "Is it true?"

"I don't know about that. I'm...not from Morrowind, I don't usually pay attention to prophecies or...things like that. Especially ones that could be hazardous to my health. Ah - will you be wanting anything?"

Almalexia took a seat, and gave a broad smile. "An orange juice to start?"

It was quickly provided, and after a few sips she looked back up.

"I hear," she said, "That the Sharmat made an attempt on your life - with fruit of all things."

"Oh, you heard...that." Sadara looked away. "Mangoes. I'm...terribly allergic to them. He sent a fruit basket...and at first I thought perhaps he was just giving a normal gift..."

"The Sharmat's gifts are always poison. That is the first thing you should remember...he knew, he has always known, that Nerevar had an allergy to those fruits. And yet, what does he do? He gives them when he knows they will cause harm."

"It was just a change from how polite he was before. Nice, almost...but I've been told that's his way."

"By that ashlander manager of yours? That makes sense...regardless of the differences in what they believe versus the Temple truth, we both agree that Dagoth Ur is a threat."

Almalexia ordered a few waffles, and kept talking in between bites once she had them.

(Jiub was in the back, carefully and quietly minding his own business)

"Has he threatened you before?"

"Well, no..." Sadara shrugged, "Showed up here a few times. Liked a few of my posts online...but threatened?"

She thought of the hand, but if Nerevar was right that hadn't really been a threat. But if she was right about the mango then surely she'd be right about the hand too?

"His followers were all interested in the plant, though, but he seemed to want to let me have it."

"Oh, that old thing." Almalexia cast a glance at the bleeding heart plant, "Such a surprise it's still alive. I used to tell Nerevar he ought to give up on it, he'd just kill it like he did every other plant he had."

"...but he didn't listen, and it just grew for him. It was the same way for me."

It was nice, really, to make something grow after so long of not being able to. She could definitely understand Nerevar's previous tending to it now. It made her feel like she'd accomplished something, no matter how small a thing it was.

"So you remember that?"

"Well...well, uh...yes. And no." Sadara shrugged nervously. "I don't believe in this Nerevarine business, my lady. I'd rather not be on the wrong end of the Temple for something I don't even believe in."

"But surely you believe in the Temple? In me?"

"Well--" Sadara stumbled over her words, "--the ordinators don't seem to think so. I've had a few attack me."

"Really, now. What for?"

She wasn't sure what Almalexia's goal was here, and it was unnerving. Maybe the woman was just trying to be nice...and manipulative, but given how Vivec had been maybe this was just par for the course? The Tribunal would naturally want to interfere, right?

"Because I'm polite to the followers of the Sixth House, and some of them take issue with that."

"Well--really! They're not worth being polite to."

"Their money spends as well as anyone else's," Sadara shrugged, "And when you don't make much you don't get to indulge in moral standards to that degree."

'Better hungry and faithful than replete and faithless' she'd heard some Temple faithful say, almost like a hymn. But she didn't subscribe to that. She'd been hungry far too often in her life to want to tie it to something as abstract as faith. There was nothing religious about hunger.

"I had heard," Almalexia's tone sharpened just slightly, "That you have fought a few of them."

"Only if they start it. I'm not going to stand here and not defend myself, regardless of who started it."

Sadara--

"But surely you understand why they might be upset over the Sixth House monsters being treated with the same politeness as they? The ones actually upholding the law?"

"The law doesn't say I have to turn them out, and given this place is behind the Ghostfence it's a good idea to at least be cordial. If I spent my time turning away every customer with corprus...well, I have it myself, so it'd be a bit hypocritical, wouldn't it?"

"You do?" Almalexia looked up from her empty plate, "You certainly don't look it. But--no, I must hear about these fights with my ordinators. One has had to leave my service, you understand, and I want to know WHY."

Fuck, this is about the hand, isn't it?

"I didn't do anything but fight a few of them outside, and I didn't do anything that required a healer, at least that I know of."

"Then explain the hand." Almalexia's gaze shifted into a glare. "Explain why one of my truest defenders lost his hand."

"I didn't do it," Sadara protested, and took a step back when the goddess before her raised a hand to point at her, "I got it in the mail later. I didn't ask for it. I didn't want it, Dagoth Ur's been acting crazy and--I swear, I wanted nothing to do with this!"

"Really. You got a hand in the mail, and you didn't think to say anything? Perhaps he was right, perhaps you are more a Sixth House sympathizer than you outwardly appear to be."

"I'm not, I swear. And if you want to talk about the tattoo, I only did that because Vivec bribed me!"

"Vivec! That fool has no idea what he's doing. Look at me--" She glanced at the nametag, and then back up, "--Sadara. Look. At. Me. I am the only one you should worry about listening to. If you would only LISTEN, you would never have to worry about those sleepers again, nor that foul demon under the mountain."

"The sleepers aren't the problem--"

She yelped slightly as Almalexia reached suddenly up to yank her down by the collar of her shirt.

"They are ALWAYS going to be a problem. Get in with them and you get in with Dagoth Ur, and I will NOT LET my husband's incarnate be ANYWHERE NEAR that--"

Sadara tried to pull back, to no avail.

"I'm not Nerevar!" she burst out, "You've got the wrong woman!"

"Really? Then what about the ring? Is he in there? Hmm? Telling you lies, maybe?"

Get the hell away from this crazy bitch before she punts you into another life! Nerevar was practically shrieking in Sadara's head, utterly terrified by the wild anger in Almalexia's eyes.

"He's--"

"What is he saying?!"

"He's afraid of you!" Sadara burst out, not knowing what else to say.

Almalexia's voice dropped, to a tone that had Sadara shaking in her shoes. "He should be. Neht, dear, you really should listen when your wife is speaking to you."

Never before had Sadara understood "my soul left my body" as an expression, but she certainly did at that moment. Her heart racing, painful adrenaline coursing through her veins--

--and then, suddenly, there was the sound of a shattering bottle and the grip on her shirt fell away, along with Almalexia herself who slumped back.

On the other side of the woman was Jiub, with a now broken bottle in his hands.

Both of them looked down at Almalexia's still body, and then back up at each other.

Jiub half-kicked the woman's leg. There was no response.

"FUCK!" he swore, "NOT AGAIN!"

#anaphylaxis #healing potions fix everything #whoops #dagoth ur #almalexia #morrowind #nerevarine #fanfiction #jiub #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls

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duskspring · 1 year ago

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Gifts - Dew/Everyone

Domestic December - Day 10

Summary: Dew gets the pack gifts for the season

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): Slightly anxious Dew, fluff, some quick kisses, talk of gender exploration and euphoria in relation to Rain

Word count: ~3.5k

A/N: Some parts of this fic are inspired by some headcanons I've posted before [My Main Masterlist]

The night was loud and unholy. The entire ghoul pack had gathered in their common room, celebrating the end of year festivities. Movies had been watched, board games played and so, so much alcohol consumed. It had, by all accounts, been a great night. But not for Dewdrop.

Yes, he’d been having a lot of fun, but there was a part of him distracted. He’d had an edge of anxiety all night, waiting for the right moment to resolve it. He knew he couldn’t wait much longer, since the night was starting to reach its natural conclusion in those wee hours of the morning.

He sat on a chair on the side of the room, leg bouncing. Two strong arms suddenly came down to lean on his shoulders from behind. He’d recognize those arms anywhere.

“What’s the matter, Droplet?” Swiss asked, “You’ve been a nervous wreck all night.”

“I’m not.” Dew argued unconvinsingly, before sighing. He knew he needed to just get it over with.

He stood up without another word, moving to his room. Swiss immediately followed him in concern.

“Hey, I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean-”

“Nothing’s wrong, Swiss. I just need to grab something,” He stopped his stride, turning to Swiss with an almost pleading look in his eyes, “Please just wait here for a second.”

The multi ghoul was confused, but didn’t want to overstep. He subtly nodded a few times, “Alright.” He took a step backwards, his eyes staying on Dew, before turning back to the rest of the pack.

On shaky legs, Dew quickly made his way to his room. He had two plastic shopping bags waiting there for him, as well as a little separate package on his desk and another item off to the side for later. He put the separate one in his pocket before picking up the bags and marching back. He couldn’t stop now. If he just kept walking and got this over with, it'd be done. It wasn’t a big deal. Worst case scenario, the thought was still there, right?

“Ooh, whatcha got there?” Aurora asked the second he walked in. All eyes turned to him and he froze.

Just get it over with.

“Find out for yourself.” He said dismissively, putting the bags down and plopping himself down on the couch.

Aurora immediately crawled towards the bags. Half of the pack came a little closer as well, while the other half sat back, though still curious and anticipating.

Aurora dug through the first bag, grabbing the first thing she could get her claws on. She examined the wrapped package, soon spotting the name ‘Mountain’ written in Dew’s messy handwriting.

“Mounty, it’s for you.” She announced, throwing it over her shoulder without looking away from the bag.

Cirrus luckily caught it, passing it to Mountain. He looked at Dew in pleasant surprise, looking at the little flat square in his palm. The wrapping was messy, even on such a small present.

“Can I open it?” He asked dew.

“It’s your life. Do what you want.” The fire ghoul’s anxiety was getting worse, making him act dismissive as if it would distance him from the gifts.

He delicately unwrapped the package, without tearing the dotted paper. The first thing he was met with was an empty rectangle of cardboard. He turned it around, causing dew, who was paying very close attention, to bring his legs up against his chest.

Mountain looked over the cardboard a second, then third time, wanting to make sure he was reading it all correctly. There was a bit of text on there, next to a shitty doodle of a flower and what he could only assume was supposed to be Dew, all made with black permanent marker. The words were hard to make out.

“Exchangeable for one… at- attemoon?”

“For one afternoon of help in the garden.” Dew quickly mumbled in explanation.

Mountain looked up in surprise, “You hate the garden.” He noted.

“Well, if you don’t like it you could just say so!” The fire ghoul said defensively, his anxiety reaching its peak.

Mountain’s expression softened, “Dew… Thank you.” He got up, awkwardly bending over to wrap his arms around his packmate.

Dew was shaking like crazy, ready to cry at the positive reaction.

Meanwhile, Aurora had thrown a few more packages over her shoulder. Rain, Aether and Cirrus all got theirs. The little multi ghoulette huffed as she reached the bottom of the first bag, quickly moving onto the next. After throwing something to Phantom, she finally reached her own. She squealed in excitement, forgetting the few people that still hadn’t gotten their own and immediately violently unwrapping hers.

She found herself holding a small ziplock baggie. She saw Sunshine’s face, photoshopped onto a sun through it, quickly opening it up to investigate. It quickly became obvious that she was holding a little pile of different kinds of stickers. Apart from the Sunshine one, there were stickers based on everyone in the pack, all shitilly photoshopped in some relation from their element or name. There were stickers further referencing inside jokes, as well as some logos from Aurora’s favorite bands.

“Dewy, these are awesome!” She giggled, happily shaking her hands.

Cumulus came closer to her to look at the stickers, giggling at them herself, “Did you make these yourself?” She asked him.

Mountain pulled away so Dew could answer. He did so with a nod, “Aurora likes stickers. Easy.” Coming up with and putting together all the designs had actually been a nightmare, but he would never admit to that. He had zero regret, seeing Aurora’s reaction.

Based on the ghoulette’s excitement, everyone quickly dug into their own gifts. Cumulus handed out the few that hadn’t reached their reciprocate yet, including her own.

Phantom’s gift has a funny texture, only upping his curiosity. He rushed to unpack his, gasping and stuttering in excitement when he saw what it was. He could barely hold on to it with how much his hands shook.

“Whatcha got there, buddy?” Swiss asked, smiling at Phantom’s excitement.

Dew let out a sigh of relief. He’d been perhaps most nervous about Phantom’s gift, thinking it wasn’t good enough. Too lame or cheap, not personal enough. Seeing the quintessence ghoul’s eyes light up forced every last bit of anxiety to leave him.

The gift had indeed been simple, a little bat shaped fidget toy. You could spin its head around in circles, pull its wings back and forth and squish its little feet. Phantom immediately went to town on it, unresponsive to most outside stimuli.

Cumulus went next. Unwrapping her gift gracefully, much like Mountain had done. Her heart swelled as her hands grasped a book. Not just any book, but a photo album.

“Dew…” She said his name in adoration, flipping through the pages. Most pictures had been made by her. They were all labelled with a date and the place or situation in which they were taken. It was separated into three chapters: tour, home and Cumulus. The first chapter included photos from the stage, backstage and the tourbus. The second showed all the various shenanigans the pack experienced at the abbey. But it was the third that was most meaningful to Cumulus. She didn’t have a lot of pictures of herself, always being the one to take them of others. But Dew had somehow gathered just about every good picture ever taken of her, even some she had never seen before.

Cumulus quickly pushed the book into Cirrus’s hands, afraid she’d cry all over it. She sniffled, still seated on the ground. She made grabby hands to Dew, beckoning him over into her arms. The two entered a crushing hug while the book was passed around to everyone in the room, laughing and reminiscing.

“You fuckhead, really?!” Sunshine yelled in good spirit at Dew, holding up the book on a page containing a very unflattering picture of her napping on the tour bus. Drool leaked out the corner of her mouth, Swiss and Phantom posing next to her, pointing at the lewd drawings they’d made on her cheeks.

“It’s a good picture.” Dew argued with a smile, earning him a pillow to the face.

Sunshine rushed over in his disorientation, straddling his chest and miming punching him in the face a few times. They both laughed, Sunshine getting off of him again.

“Didn’t even get me a gift.” She mumbled, although her smile faltered a little. She’d been one of only two who didn’t have a gift in the bag. She was confused and hurt, but didn’t want to make a scene and risk ruining it for everyone else.

Dew looked at her face, silently reaching into his pocket and sliding her the little gift he’d kept separately in his pocket with a wink.

Sunshine immediately thought she knew what it might be, covering the package with her hand so no one could see. When everyone seemed distracted, she moved her legs up and unwrapped the gift behind them without looking down. She examined it with her hands, having a hard time not reacting. Quickly she let her eyes drift down, nearly screaming when she saw the lighter in her hands.

All the lighters she used to own had been confiscated for… reasons. And she technically wasn’t allowed to get any new ones.

She turned to Dew with a devious smirk, making him regret the gift almost instantly. But when she shuffled over and put her arm around his shoulders and rested her head against it, he knew it’d been a good call. He felt a lot calmer already, excited to witness the rest unpacking.

Cirrus went next. She tried opening it carefully, before just tearing it apart when it was taking too long. Her gift was one of the few in a proper cardboard box, also being the biggest. It carried the name of a clothing brand she was vaguely aware of.

She looked at Dew with squinted eyes. Curious, suspicious.

She opened it up to indeed be met with a sleek deep blue fabric. She picked and held it up, realizing there was another part of the same color in the box as well.

No way.

“Dew.” She stressed his name, putting her arms down again.

“Yes, dear?” He asked with a grin.

“Dew.” She looked again. It was unmistakable. He’d gotten her a suit. A full, fancy, proper suit, “I complained about not having a suit last week, how did you-”

“Guess I just know you really well.” His dismissive attitude came back with a shrug, not mentioning the fact that he’d run around town in a blind panic trying to get it on time during the busy season.

“I…” She struggled to find the words to express her gratitude.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Put it on!” Sunshine hyped her up.

Cirrus’ eyes lit up, throwing the jacket back down in the box and rushing out the room with it all.

“Alright, alright, now I’m done waiting,” Swiss said, looking straight at Dew, “I assume you haven’t forgotten about me.” There hadn’t been a gift for him in the bags either, but he knew better than to assume Dew didn’t get him anything.

The fire ghoul nodded, “One second.” And left the room.

His feet produced quick taps through the hallway, even though he was wearing socks. He hadn’t been able to bring Swiss’ gift in earlier, since it couldn’t really be wrapped.

“Dewdrop,” Right as he was about to pick it up, Cirrus’ voice came from behind him. He turned to the doorway, greeted by the sight of Cirrus in her brand new, impeccably sharp suit.

“I’m so glad it fits.” Was the first thing he said.

The ghoulette took quick strides towards him, hugging his head into her chest. She could be quite reserved sometimes, so she was glad to have caught Dew on his own.

“It looks great. Thank you so much. I love it.” Her voice shook a little with the sincerity it carried.

Dew stood semi awkwardly when she pulled back, “Phew,” He said stoically, though he did mean it and she knew that, “Guess you should show it to the rest then. I’ll be right behind.”

Cirrus nodded enthusiastically, skipping her way back to the rest of the pack.

Dew let out another relieved breath when she was out of sight. He really didn’t know why he'd been so scared to begin with. He knew his packmates well.

He could hear the excited oh’s and ah’s from the common room and knew he shouldn’t keep Swiss waiting too much longer. He waited another half a minute so Cirrus could have her moment, before picking up the gift and making his own way back.

“You did not!” Since Swiss’ gift wasn’t wrapped he could see clear as day what it was right off the bat.

“Maybe I did. Why don’t you have some fun with it?” Dew teased, holding out a very distinct guitar. At least it was distinct to Swiss.

He would recognize that damn thing anywhere. It was the first guitar he’d ever learned to play on, never allowed to take it on tour. When he returned from his first set of shows he was told he wouldn’t need the old model anymore, since it was best for him to get used to what he always used on stage. He’d never seen it again after that and a sentimental part of him had always missed it. But it was undeniable. This was the exact guitar.

The multi ghoul had never stood up so fast, making his way to Dew and practically yanking the instrument from his hands.

He inspected it, as if there was any doubt it was the right one.

“Hey, I know that! I learned to play with that thing.” Phantom mentioned.

“And it’s good that you did,” Dew interjected, “cause that’s how I figured out where they stored it. Don’t tell anyone.” The last sentence was said very quickly, giving Swiss a serious look that revealed that Dew did, in fact, steal the guitar.

Swiss looked at him with the same adoration he’d been shown earlier, but even more intense, “I cannot thank you enough.” The multi ghoul’s voice was low, soft. He’d never meant something this much in this life.

It almost caught Dew off guard, only able to nod and smile in response.

While Swiss excitedly moved to play a song, Aether had made his way to Dew’s side and led him back to one of the couches with a hand on his shoulder. Their legs touched when they sat down, making Dew move his head to Aether’s shoulder like Sunshine had done with him before.

“Should I be scared?” The quintessence ghoul asked half-jokingly, holding up the little box his gift resided in.

Dew shrugged, “Depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“Do you trust me?” Aether exhaled a laugh. Dew knew damn well he trusted him, he just wanted to hear him say it. He played this game a lot.

“Well, alright, alright. I trust you. Let’s see.” He removed the wrapping paper, not afraid to tear it but also not doing so in an aggressive manner.

He thought his eyes would bulge out of his skull with how wide they opened. Whatever he’d been expecting was nothing like this.

The little black ring box felt smooth in his hands, “I didn’t know you were so into human customs.” Aether smirked at Dew. The fire ghoul looked a little confused, until his friend clarified, “Are you asking me to marry you?” He already knew the answer was no, but it was fun to tease.

Dew scoffed, but couldn’t hide his smile, “You wish.”

Aether finally opened the box. The ring was a silver band, with dark purple waves decorating it all around.

“Saw it at a store, back in Cincinnati. It reminded me of quintessence, so I thought-”

The fire ghoul was cut off with a quick kiss on his lips. Aether’s face was so full of adoration, it made them both feel crazy.

“Four months,” Aether realized, “You’ve been sitting on this, and managed to keep it a secret, for four months.”

“I take it you like it.” Dew looked away from Aether’s face for a moment, a little bit of insecurity still lingering.

Aether forced him to look back with a hand on his chin, “It is perfect,” He kissed him again, “I just wish I got you something in return.”

“Please, don’t worry about it.” He nearly begged. Giving gifts had already been a struggle, let alone receiving them.

Aether dropped down, his head resting in Dew’s lap. He smiled up at him, fitting the ring onto his finger.

That left only one. Rain had waited with his gift, wanting to properly see everyone else’s reaction before getting caught up himself.

His was only a little smaller than Cirrus’ had been. He didn’t want to expect anything, afraid of being disappointed if he did. But he had a hunch. He tried not to focus on it, yet he couldn’t help a part of him hoping he was correct.

“Open it up already, I’m tired!” Aurora encouraged him, getting a poke in the ribs from Cirrus.

Rain took a breath, telling himself he'd be thankful either way. Because he would be. His heart swelled at the events of the evening, how much thought Dew had put into each and every single gift, finding things he knew everyone would like. And Dew knew him very well, right? Yes, he did, but Rain still scolded himself for his hope and expectation.

A strip of the wrapping paper tore away slowly, revealing the cardboard box underneath. Rain let out a shaky breath, forcing the rest of it out of the way.

Swiss jokingly started drum rolling with his hands on his legs, the rest of the room slowly joining in. It only made Rain take more time. He felt exposed with all eyes on him. What if he had an unfavorable reaction?

There truly only was one way to find out. He opened the box. His tense muscles relaxed in an instant. He knew exactly what it was. And god dammit he had guessed correctly.

Dew had not been anxious in the slightest about Rain’s gift, already knowing he’d love it. Although he hadn’t counted on Rain doubling over his gift, tears streaming down his face with a quiet sob.

The rest of the room couldn’t see the gift, some stares and raised eyebrows making their way towards Dew. But his face was confident, a small smile reassuring everyone that Rain’s reaction must be of joy.

The fire ghoul got up, knowing Rain would want to hug or kiss or fuck him on the spot. The second his ass touched the couch, Rain clung onto him, his cries somehow managing to sound overjoyed indeed.

The gift may not have seemed like a lot to most people. It was a blue ankle length dress with glitters on the top part and flowers embroidered on the skirt.

But it meant the world to Rain. He’d been wearing skirts more often, mostly in the privacy of his own room. It wasn’t that he feared judgement, he knew the other ghouls, as well as the siblings, would never look at him differently for it. But he just wanted to explore and experiment a bit at his own pace. Dew was the only person he’d discussed this with in detail, having shown him this exact dress. He’d been wanting to get it really bad for a while but always felt like something was holding him back.

Not anymore.

“No pressure,” Dew whispered into Rain’s hair, “but I’d love to see you in it some time.”

The water ghoul looked up, quickly wiping the tears off his face. He smiled, hurriedly getting up and running out with the box like Cirrus had done before.

“What was it? What was it?” Phantom quickly asked.

“Give him just a minute and you’ll see.” Dew responded.

Indeed a minute later, Rain shyly stepped back into the room. There was definite excitement for everyone, some showing it more strongly than others.

“Give us a twirl!” Cumulus encouraged, causing Rain to do just that.

He felt majestic in it. A fairytale princess come to life straight out of a storybook. It was euphoric, “How did you know my size?” He asked Dew.

“I don’t know if you realize, but I’m pretty familiar with your body.” He explained.

Rain smiled wider, walking up to Dew and picking him up right off of the couch. He twirled around again, with him in his arms this time.

“Thank you so much. This really means the world.”

“Everyone say ‘thank you, Dew’.” Aether said.

A big chorus of thank you’s sounded through the common room. Phantom came up to Dew, still suspended in Rain’s arms, and joined their hug. Soon enough it was a group hug with the whole pack.

Dew had already stopped worrying, but the reinforcement of everyone’s gratitude made him feel even sillier for ever worrying in the first place. He loved his fellow ghouls and they clearly loved him back.

[My Main Masterlist | Domestic December Masterlist]

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 2 years ago

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What do the M6 spent an exorbitant amount of money on? So much so that it could be considered an addiction? (Doesn't need to be expenses related to the MC, but could be.) I feel like for Lucio it would be Furry Comissions (regardless of whether or not you want to set the hc's in a modern AU or the regular story).

The Arcana HCs: M6 and their shopping weaknesses

~ a request from my wonderful fantastic mutual @helshollowhalls ? Anything for you, friend! Enjoy the madness - brainrot ~

Depending on how the two of you like to split your duties, it may be more or less frequent for you or your beloved to shop alone. Most of the time you don't have to worry too much, they're an adult! They know what they're doing.

Until they creep into your shared quarters one evening, oozing both excitement and guilt as they hide the results of their errands behind the door. "MC, you wouldn't believe what I saw for sale in the market today."

Julian

He's standing almost like a soldier, chest bared and feet braced for your reaction, arms folded under his cape behind his back

"What did you buy, Julian?"

He's not ready to answer your question. "I have it in good faith that it may one day prove essential to saving someone's life."

He's really getting into character now, and you're beginning to worry

"What did you buy, Julian?"

"A rare instrument necessary to my practice! A scientific breakthrough! Behold!"

And with a grand flourish, he pulls out a feat of engineering that seems to be an obscure medical instrument. Fair enough

"So what does it do?"

You watch him deflate like one of those car dealership tube men at the end of the day

"... I don't know."

"And how much did you spend on it?"

He clutches it to his chest protectively. "Does it matter? I'll figure out a way to use it eventually! Maybe it pairs well with leeches!"

Asra

You can't tell if they're grinning or grimacing, but their dimples are out and they're almost sparkling with excitement

"They had so many options, MC. I've never even heard of most of them before!"

He can see your eyes widening as Faust tips over the duffle-sized bag behind the door, slithering over the piles of packages that pour out across the floor

"How much did you spend, Asra!?"

"Not as much as I could have, and only my own money. They had sample packs!"

Now that their secret is out, they're excitedly unwrapping every bundle and disappearing in a mountain of paper and twine

Faust seeks refuge on your shoulder and the sheer diversity of smells filling the room are making both of you a little dizzy

Small bottles of perfumed oil, tiny pots of lotion, mini candles and twigs of incense cover every surface of the room

All the candles and incense are lit. Every tester is being applied in random patchwork

He got over 50 new scents and he is thriving

Nadia

She feels a little guilty for going without you, but she's so excited to have been part of your world like this

She went to the central marketplace

And she got everything suggested to her

Because who would know better than the people selling what she needed to get?

Two menservants are bringing in the multiple bags she brought back in the carriage while she goes over each thing with you, excitedly repeating their sales pitches

She's halfway through the second bag, telling you all about her new gilded mop holder when you finally interrupt

"Nadia, my love. How many things did you get?" You're holding your breath, hoping the question doesn't burst her bubble

"Oh, nothing extravagant. You should see the shipments that come in for palace events! We'll go back together, my darling, and we can do a proper shopping trip then."

You do go back together, and this time you steer clear of the salesmen taking advantage of her inexperience

Muriel

He's peeking around the door of the hut, and you can tell by the set of his eyebrows that he is embarrassed and has no regrets

You smile up at him, walking over to greet him after his trip into town

And the door swings a little further open to reveal his cloak, stuffed to the brim with something that keeps cheeping

He's got the squirming mass wrapped protectively in his arms, slowly kneeling to lower it to the ground

And from the depths of his clothing burst a tidal wave of baby chicks, spreading out to cover the yard and sending the chickens already present into a ruffle of squawks

"Muriel, how many are there?!"

" ... twenty-four. The pet shop had them with the kittens and puppies and," he pauses to peek at your face, "chickens are different. They wouldn't be happy in the city."

The ground is yellow. Inanna has turned into a sulky, wolf shaped jungle gymn. Muriel watches quietly. "Did I do the right thing?"

"Yes. But they are your responsibility."

Portia

You see the way Pepi perks up and Portia moves to guard the giant paper bags she's holding, and that's how you know it's food

You pick Pepi up to protect the goods and take a closer look. The two bags are each nearly the size of your beloved's torso

"Portia, what small army are we feeding!?"

She drops them on the table, flicks a stray crumb from her sleeve, and deflects Pepi's swipe at the pastry that tumbles out

"Ok so don't be mad, I may have overspent just a teeny little bit, but she was a traveling baker from up north! And I had to try some!"

"And then?"

"And then we started talking about baking, and she gave me a discount so I tried one of everything, but I didn't want you to miss out so I got two more of everything for us to eat together!"

You're not sure what to say. It's a lot of food

You end up inviting the Palace bakers to enjoy it with you (they'll be able to really appreciate the technique) and eating lentil stew for the rest of the week

Lucio

You're having flashbacks while he fidgets in the doorway. This used to happen every time you let him do the shopping alone

In his defense, nobody ever taught him to budget. His job was to hunt his food or eat his rations until the old Count took him in

But you two have been working on it together, and he's gotten pretty good at making and sticking to a list and limit

Which can only mean one thing:

"It was so shiny, MC. I know I made an oopsie, but look at it! It goes on my arm!"

It's a jewelry piece that he's clipped to the grooves on his gauntlet. It's not that big, so you can't see how it's an oopsie unless ...

"Is that an emerald? Is that real gold!?"

He nods excitedly. "Don't feel bad, MC, I got you one too! Now we match!"

It's beautiful, but, "Lucio, where did you get the money for this?"

"Next week's budget." He sees your face and grabs your hands. "But don't worry! I did the math, and I already found a job to cover it."

This man is going to be the death of you

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana shitpost #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years ago

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Something about being thirty-nine doesn’t sit well with Alejandro. Every year reminded he’s getting older, the soldiers are getting younger, replacing the men and women who are finally retiring and spending life with their family. Alejandro ages with Las Almas, but his soul still feels as young as it did when he was seventeen, riding bikes along the peaks of the mountains with Rudy, standing atop the highest one, staring down at their city bathed in a golden crest, all their problems gone as they shout their dreams from the high heavens above and below. I want to see Las Almas free! Alejandro sometimes wishes he could go back to seventeen. So many choices he could undo, make right with people he did wrong, stop things. But he lives in the present with his actions and consequences.

Young as he may be inside, his body tells him otherwise. Every day he wakes with a new pain somewhere. His lower back, his knees, his shoulders. He thinks about the pain he used to feel when he was a teen and Abuelo would put him and Rudy to work in the gardens, hands and knees in the dirt, pulling weeds and resituating plants, hoeing the long planes of the ground, sweat dripping down his face, chest heaving with each breath. An all over body ache that was soothed with hot water and a good night’s rest—some things couldn’t be solved so easily now.

His soldiers had gifted him numerous trinkets, a few bottles of liquor, others cards with a few twenties, anything above he gave back and hounded his men about not being worth that much and that they needed it more. A few gifts even came in from the 141, something Alejandro was very happy for. Price had sent along a goody bag full of cigars, liquor, and a really intricate looking knife courtesy of Ghost, along with a note that said next year they’d all get together to celebrate his fortieth.

Alejandro was content to share his cigars and liquor with Rudy as they stared up at the night sky on the back of Alejandro’s porch, quietly reminiscing and laughing over the stories they’d made over the years when a knock sounded from the front door. Immediately the two were on guard as someone called out, “Colonel Vargas! I have a delivery from Mistress Spades!”

Alejandro relaxed, if any, and replied, “Around the back!” he’d nodded to Rudy, who’d already had a handgun waiting, and when the man came around, he held up his hands.

“I’m unarmed, sir! Just a package for you!” he had the package in his left hand, small enough that it couldn’t be an explosive, but then again, he’d seen some very impressive bombs be smaller. “Mistress Spades called for me in Laredo. I run interference for her in that area and connect with Houston. She had a package sent here and had me deliver it.”

Alejandro walked over, Rudy’s sights trained on the man, and held out his hand.

“Here you are, sir,” the man said and handed it to him. “She said to be extra careful with it, that it took forever to track it down and if I lost it, it’d be my ass.”

He laughed. “Sounds like her.” He looked at him. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He nodded at Alejandro then to Rudy and disappeared to the front, where an engine started then the echoing of him driving off reached them.

He returned to the porch and sat back next to Rudy, who was curiously awaiting him to open it. “What is it?”

“I don’t know,” he retorted. “I haven’t opened it yet.”

“Ábrelo!”

Alejandro laughed as turned the box over. A beautifully decorated box, no bigger than his palm, wrapped in thick black paper and sealed with a gold wax stamp that had Spades’ symbol on it. He gently popped the wax seal and lifted the paper, carefully unwrapping the small black box beneath. He lifted the top and picked up the gray card, elegant crimson writing he recognized as Spades’.

Catholicism always confused me, considering the idea of salvation and talking to God is something you are supposed to do in private one on one and not with a priest who orders you to pay penance for your sins. To each their own though, if that’s what helps you sleep at night. Happy Birthday, Alejandro. With love, Spades ♠

He chuckled and put the car aside before shifting the wrapping paper to reveal his gift. His eyes widened as he stared at it, heart fluttering in his chest as he reached to touch it. “Qué es?” Rudy asked, and when Alejandro didn’t respond, he leaned over, concern in his voice as he asked again, “¿Alejandro? ¿Qué pasa? ¿Qué es?”

Alejandro lifted the rosary from the box. An ornate and antique piece, made of bronze with ruby beads, the Infant of Prague sitting just above the crucifixion. Tears gathered in his gaze as he ran his thumb over the cross and flipped it, seeing the inscribed initials he so fondly remembered.

“Es el rosario de mi madre,” he managed to say, a bubble of laughter escaping him as he wiped a stray tear. “No lo he visto desde que tenía siete años. Había perdido la esperanza de encontrarlo.” Alejandro couldn’t stop the tears as he closed his eyes and pulled the rosary to his forehead, a quiet prayer for his mother. He missed her terribly every day, had never stopped looking for the cartel men that had murdered her and stolen her rosary that day at seven years old. Now it was home again.

Rudy leaned over and wrapped an arm around him, squeezing him tight and joked, “Déjale a Spades encontrar algo que has estado tratando de encontrar durante treinta y dos años en menos de seis meses.”

Alejandro couldn’t help but laugh, a full one from his chest that made his stomach hurt and he nodded his head, slipping the rosary on to rest under his shirt at his heart. It felt like his mother’s arms were around him, her lips pressed to his head like she always had done. She was home.

He looked at Rudy and smiled. “Este ha sido uno de los mejores cumpleaños de mi vida, Rudy.”

Rudy was already clambering to his feet, pulling Alejandro with him so they could go eat dinner. “Lo ha hecho, pero el año que viene va a ser increíble porque puedo darte cuarenta puñetazos y no tener ninguna repercusión.”

“OYE!”

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meetmyothersouls · 1 year ago

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Holding my breath until back to you 5 comes out, sorry not sorry 💅🤪

I hope you’re still alive 😂

Back To You

Jonah Hauer-King x first person reader

Warnings: memory loss, angst and tension, hang over

Chapter 5

“Are you okay? Are you going to be sick again?” Jonah asks, dropping his towel he was using to dry his hair. The towel around his waist is held in place as he rushes over to me. He kneels down beside the bed and I slide away from him.

“I…did we…?”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion just before his eyes widen in realization. “What? Oh no, no. No of course not.”

I look down at the oversized t-shirt I’m wearing. Then back up at Jonah.

“I had Haven clean you up and dress you for bed,” Jonah sighs. He gets back up and walks into the massive walk in closet. I hear him rummaging around and he comes back out in a plain black t-shirt and a pair of tight boxer shorts. I’m still slightly nauseous and my head is pounding from the apparent headache I’m going to be suffering from todays, but I’m not oblivious to the package he’s sporting underneath those boxers. I try my best to avoid eye contact. “Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

“No sorry, I was thinking of…something else. What did you say?”

“I said, I didn’t even kiss you back last night even though I desperately wanted to, because you were drunk. Do you really think-”

“Oh god!” I interrupt him and he looks back up at me in shock. “I thought I dreamed that!” I get out of bed and stumble to the door. I’m trying to escape both Jonah and the embarrassment of being rejected by him, but he’s trailing behind me. I hear his footsteps tapping a few stairs behind me as I clamber down the staircase.

“Y/n, slow down. You’re going to fall!”

“Please just leave me alone, Jonah!”

“No!”

“Why!?”

“Because you’re my wife, and I will never leave you alone!”

“Did we sleep together?” I turn around suddenly as Jonah runs into me. My face is inches away from his freshly washed body and his prefect pressed t-shirt. He smells like a very expensive body wash, something that would named Amazon Rain or Mountain Mist. I don’t make eye contact with him, instead I’m staring at his chest like an idiot, because I can’t bring myself to look at someone like him in the eye.

“What?” His accent is thick when he’s confused.

“You were showering in my room. I just assumed that-”

“Actually it’s our room, Y/n. And no we didn’t. As I was trying to say before you stormed out of our room, I didn’t even kiss you. I didn’t undress your or clean you up like I wanted to. Your sister did. I used that shower because other other bathroom was occupied. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to finish packing.”

My anger subsides and I feel both stupid and depressed. Why did this have to happen to me? How, out of everyone in this fucking city, was it be that ended up losing the last 4 years of their life? Did he say he was packing? I feel even worse that I’ve now driven the one man who was supposed to love me away. I’m crying now and I can’t help the shaking in my voice.

“Are…are you leaving me?”

Jonah turns around from his walk back to the stair case and it seems the annoyance I caused from my outburst has melted away from him as well. His face has softened and his eyes study me. “Of course not,” Jonah says softly. I let him pull me into a hug because I need it. Jonah holds me against his body tightly in what I would call ‘the perfect hug’. My face is tucked in just under his collar bone and I breathe in his scent again. Jonah’s hands rub my back and I lean into his touch. I can’t help it. If someone were to walk in they’d definitely assume we were a couple, this feels like much more than a friendly embrace. I feel Jonah press his nose into my hair. I can’t tell if he’s inhaling or sighing. Maybe he’s taking in my scent like I am his. “Whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with me for at least a month.” He presses a kiss into my hair. “Hopefully much more.”

I unwrap my arms from Jonah’s waist and look up at him. He’s looking down at me. He licks his lips and my stomach flips. I want to kiss him. I have the overwhelming urge to feel his lips against mine again. I don’t even remember how they felt because I was too drunk to retain the memory. “Where are you going?” I ask in an attempt to push the thought away.

“Just a short trip.”

“Where to?” The idea of Jonah going on a trip seems strange to me, especially if he has the idea of ‘winning me back’ within a the month.

“I’d uh…I’d rather not say.”

“Why not?”

“Because, I just..I don’t-”

“Oooh are you seeing another woman? That’d make this whole thing a lot easier,” I joke.

Jonah groans and rolls his eyes before trudging back up the stairs. I trail after him. I was joking but it’s clear I struck a nerve. He’s going back into my room and he’s already inside the closet again before I’ve made it all the way up the stairs. Curse his long legs. He’s got a duffel bag on my bed and he’s throwing clothes haphazardly into the bag, not even folding them. His jaw is clenched and I have to admit he looks quite sexy irritated.

“Jonah, I was just kidding.”

“It’s not funny, y/n.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it. Look, this whole thing is still…weird for me. I don’t know how to joke with your or even talk with you. I’m still learning, Jonah. You’re going to have to give me some time.”

“We don’t have that much time, y/n.”

“So then why are you going in a trip? Must be pretty fucking important if you’re leaving while you’re on borrowed time.”

Jonah throws a shirt into the bag and stares at me. He’s studying me, and again I feel like I’m missing a giant piece of myself. A piece of a puzzle that he’s got but won’t quiet fit into place. Jonah sighs and sits on the bed, his head in his hands. “I need to go on this trip, Y/n. I debated whether or not I should go and I really think it would be good for me.”

I make an effort to soften my voice. I sit next to him on the bed. “Can you tell me where it is? Where you’ll be? You know…in case I need you.”

He swallows hard when I say ‘need you’ but I pretend not to notice. His hair is still damp and he’s got the faintest five o’clock shadow. I think about how it would feel to lay him back on this bed, crawl on top of him and kiss him slowly. God damn it.

“I’m going to a cabin up north.”

“What for? Is it special?”

“Well, it’s where we spent our honeymoon. I guess I’ll just tell you. This weekend is our five year anniversary. I was going to take you there as a surprise but then…the accident happened and you know the rest.”

He won’t look at me. He’s picking at his thumbnail and all I want to do is grab his face and kiss him. He clearly loved me and our life together so much. I don’t think I’ve ever been given a gift as thoughtful as that. “Jonah,” is all I can manage to say.

He sniffles once and clears his throat. “Yeah, so I think it’d be good for me to go, you know?”

“Alone? Jonah you can’t go alone. Let me go with you. It might be good for my memory and such.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to.”

“Are you kidding? I’m not letting you go alone.”

Jonah’s POV:

I’ve been put through a ringer of emotions today, but I think we’re making progress. Y/n seemed upset at the thought of me leaving her, which at least gives me the feeling that she likes me at least a little bit. A step in the right direction of nothing else. She also looked at me just like she did when she used to pounce on me with kisses. She didn’t kiss me but the look alone had my heart racing.

I’m making dinner when Haven comes into the kitchen with Jorge. They’re laughing about something. Good.

“Where’s y/n?” Haven asks.

“She’s upstairs packing.”

“Couldn’t take one more second of your sorry ass, I assume?” Jorge sneers.

I can’t help but smile. “Actually the opposite, we’re going up north together.”

Haven looks horrified so I elaborate. “It’s the cabin we spent our honeymoon in. It’s our five year anniversary this weekend and I was going to go alone, but now y/n wants to go.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Haven asks.

“What did you do to convince her to go? Did you cry like a little bitch?” Jorge adds. Haven smacks his shoulder and Jorge dramatically rubs it.

“I’m not going to tell her not to come, I’m trying to get her back, Haven, this is the perfect opportunity.”

“Well…maybe I should come too? It’ll be good for y/n to have someone she can come to if she’s feeling overstimulated or if she has a panic attack.”

Just as Haven finishes her sentence, y/n is coming down the stairs. She’s actually smiling and it’s the best thing I’ve seen in weeks.

“What are you guys talking about?”

“How much did Jonah pay you to go on a holiday with him?”

“What?” Y/n laughs. “No I want to go.”

“Well maybe I should come to?” Haven asks y/n. I’m silently praying she says no.

“Yeah! That’d be fun! Jorge should come to.”

I try not to groan out loud. Hopefully I can still make some progress with y/n.

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gaoau · 10 months ago

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With A Twist

Straight-Up warnings — none. word count — 676

prev.

For some reason, [Name]'s calls haven't been getting through since the last time she saw Kisaki—which is annoying considering she had to work overtime and she still hasn't gotten her pay for that. She clicks her tongue and snaps her phone shut, turning her eyes to the hospital in front of her. Hina said something about the aftermath of the fight; some people died, some were injured, some are fine. [Name] guesses she'll at least find someone here to strangle Kisaki for her money.

Just as she's heading into the building, the doors open for Kakucho to walk out. He stops when he recognizes her black lips. Her attention instantly drifts to the cast encasing his right arm. She understands the poor guy is probably just getting discharged, but she addresses him anyway, "Hey, Kakucho-kun." She smiles up at him, giving him a nod as a greeting. He nods back. "Sorry, I realize you're probably tired, but do you know anything 'bout Kisaki? I'll even take Hanma at this point. They're ghosting me and Kisaki owes me money."

Kakucho stays silent for longer than it's comfortable. For a moment, [Name] considers he might be just as volatile as Izana is. Then he sighs, "Kisaki's dead and Hanma's on the run." He never liked those two anyway.

He sees [Name]'s brows shoot up into her forehead and her mouth open in shock. "Hanma's a—Kisaki died?" She blinks befuddled, glaring down at her phone briefly. Of course, some people died, but out of all of them, Kisaki. And without paying her. She meets Kakucho's eyes again. "What the fuck happened at that fight?"

He seems hesitant, but he replies, "They killed Izana's sister…" There's a lingering pause before he continues, "And Izana."

Tenjiku's head, her self-proclaimed king, Kurokawa Izana is dead.

"Come with me," she hears Kakucho mutter as he walks past her. She doesn't complain and quietly trails after him.

[Name] waits for Kakucho and whatever business he has at an abandoned orphanage. He comes out after a few minutes, motioning her to follow him to their last stop. He walks into an alleyway and glances at her, revealing a package of Super Lemons from beneath his jacket. "Here, this is your pay." As she accepts the candy, Kakucho casually mentions that, "Izana grew quite fond of those."

She doubts it. It was only two months, but she could easily tell Izana despised those lemon drops with a fervent passion. Not that she'll argue. She nods in response, thanking Kakucho in a mumble. She watches as Tenjiku's servant kneels down one last time for his late king. It seems like an awkward task to build a mountain of dirt with one hand, but [Name] lets him work uninterrupted. He then plants one of Izana's hanafuda earrings on his grave.

"Take care, [Name]," is all Kakucho says before disappearing down the alley.

She stares dumbfounded at Kakucho while he slowly retreats in the distance. [Name] recognizes how, even after death, Izana is impossibly overwhelming for her. Her eyes flicker back to the makeshift grave. This time, she chooses not to withdraw from him for his sake. It's the sympathy he'd been desperately searching for in all the wrong places. "You can have my first Super Lemon of today." Crouching by the dirt, she rips open the plastic and unwraps two lemon drops.

As she buries one Super Lemon at the base of the grave, [Name] wonders if Izana knew anything about lemons. Disappointment or happiness or friendship she never actively mentioned. At the end of the day, these are just lemon-flavored candies.

The other Super Lemon shatters in her mouth while she straightens back up to head home. She idly searches through the contacts in her phone. The tone rings and then Hina's voice comes through, "Hello? [Name]-chan?"

"Hey, Hinata-chan, are you free right now? There's…" She can't keep her head from turning on its own to glance back at the remnants of Izana on the ground. Nothing ever happened. "There's something I wanna tell you."

—あごす (agosu) • 2022

#straight up #tokyo revengers #tokrev #kurokawa izana #izana kurokawa #izana #izana x reader #kurokawa izana x reader #izana kurokawa x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader

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siremasterlawrence · 1 year ago

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Fan Service: One Night Only

What does fan service mean to me? You asked me so I will explain it’s providing the one thing the audience wants more than anything else.

Well it is what I use to feel and think anyway especially since I open my mail box to find

it a small box covered in package of brown paper tied up with bow made of rope left with my name on it.

No address so how did it even arrive back

to my place but I pick it up racing up the main apartment staircase on to the fourth floor.

I land on the tap stair heading in to the D number four letter apartment on the floor

as I place the key in the keyhole turning it

as I slip in to the apartment hall.

The door slams walking in to the living room I drop the package ripping it open to reveal a strange key picking it up I place it in the air and shift it.

The key is stuck in mid air as I turn it quickly another door appears the energy drawing me in with the air in one fell swoop it pushes me in.

The light ever so brightly blinding me in blue light washing over us as it fades leaving me in a strange room as I walk around getting use to it.

Stopping cold in the bedroom I am surprised by the view of Duncan James stark naked in the sun light his tan skin shining under the a glorious shine.

He is barely even covered with a bed sheet on top of him he is so damn perfect to be hold a mountain of muscles making me rock hard.

He smirks giggling at the sight of me stares in love and lust licking his lips I am in a state of disbelief that he wants me and he wants me now.

The window disappears sliding in to the rest of the wall leaving us locked in place for us to be alone I cannot remember what I was here for.

My body is shook I smile at him allowing my self to let go noticing the envelope laying on top of him with my name as I pick it up to see to what is said.

The letter clearly reads stating that it sees I am sick but my life is changing and it wants to make it better going it states that I am having a one night only.

“My definition of fan service for real.” I say lost to it with a glint in my eye I crush the letter in to a ball and throw it into the waste basket.

I slowly undo my shirt one button at a time then my pants, lifting my under shirt over my head, kicking my shoes off, and stand for him to admire.

“Did you just whistle at me?”

“Yeah Master! May I have you now?”

“Oh! You want this?”

“I should have unwrapped you “

“No don’t leave “

“Why not?”

“One night! “

“Only”

“I love you “

“Fuck! Get over here sir”

“Watch it! Sorry “

“Bend over! Good boi”

“I will enter in you”

“Fuck you over”

“Mmmm! Yes please “

The end

#Duncan James #Fantasy To Life #hypnosis #mind control #hypno slave #reprogramming #bedroom #share my bed #Fantasy #celebrity slaves #dream come true

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acutiewithagun · 1 year ago

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hello :]

could I request a mikey x reader platonic hurt/comfort fic (w cuddles in some form)??

idk if this is too specific or not specific enough? sorry if it's either :P

(Absolutely fine, it's specific enough to give me ideas.)

Taglist: @oleander-nin

Healing is a form of art

You rubbed your eyes free of the tears you had been shedding. You gazed at the mirror in front of you and practiced fake smiles. They would catch on too fast if you didn't perfect it to a science. So forcing an upturn at your lips you wash your face with the water from the faucet in front of you.

Your eyes were puffy as you continued to scrub the water on your closed eyes. It hurt, but it was better than anyone figuring out about your fit. Stepping away from the sink you turned the tab, cutting off the water and wiped your face with a towel.

With a cheery smile you grasped the door knob of the bathroom, exiting quickly. You check your phone, rereading the orange box turtle's previous message. You figured you had just enough time to set up for your movie. Mikey was bringing it, but you had the snacks and blankets to cover.

You grab a pile of blankets and make your way to the couch, plopping the fuzzy fabric down. You then turn your attention to the kitchen. You rush over there then start to rummage through the cabinets and cupboards. You pull a few microwave popcorns out along with your secret stash of candy.

Taking the packaged candy to the nest on the couch, you dump the sweets and move back to the kitchen. You unwrap the packaging around the popcorn and push it into the microwave, starting it up. Reaching over to a cabinet, pulling out a bowl, and placing it on the counter.

Suddenly you are picked up and raised into the air with a yelp. "Ch'ello, my bestest friend." Your breathing picked up and became erratic as you wriggled around. "M-Mikey put me down!" He noticed your sudden freak out then put you down quickly and safely.

"What's wrong?" He turned you around to face him as you tried to reign in the tears that threatened to spill. Mikey noticed and looked over at the couch. With a nod he ushered you to the fuzzy pile, pushing you gently onto it and wrapping the blankets around you. Tears started spilling down your cheeks as you tried to reel in your fear.

The box turtle simply sat next to you, placing an arm over your shoulders. He was waiting for you to calm down, for your breathing to return to a stable rate. "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." His voice was soft despite how hyperactive he normally is.

Once you are able to grab a hold of your breathing, you rub the tears that stained your face. "S-sorry, I di-didn't want you to see-see that." You managed to hiccup the apology as he hugged you full on now.

"Care to tell Dr. Feelings what started that?" You froze at the nickname and looked ashamed, gazing at the floor. "... Before you got here... I was struggling a bit... The hug kinda set off my already skittish nerves." Mikey grinned as he held up the movie. "Wanna watch this to get your mind off of everything?"

You give him a small smile with a tiny nod. He stands up and inserts the film into a DVD player. Your gaze goes back to the popcorn that went off a while ago and you begrudgingly start to get up. Mikey is quickly stopping you with a cheery smile. "Nah, uh, uh, you are staying right there. I'll handle everything, ok?" He gives you a wink of assurance as you open your mouth to argue.

He placed a finger over your mouth. "Don't make me bring out Dr. Delicate Touch." You shudder at the flashbacks and settle back into the mountain of blankets that surrounds you. Mikey beams and whistles as he heads into the kitchen.

You hear the sounds of the microwave opening, a bag being torn apart, and popcorn being poured into the bowl. You could smell the butter and feel the fluffy cloth that covered you. Taking in the small details helped calm your already peaked nerves.

Mikey came back and plopped himself next to you as he started the movie. You unwrapped a bit of the blankets, inviting him into a cuddle. He gave you a bright smile and hurriedly joined you in the warm enclosure, placing the bowl between the two of you.

Movie days were a rarity with both of your busy schedules, but they held a special place. "Wanna tell me what you were struggling to deal with earlier? It might make you feel better." The suggestion was tempting, Mikey was your friend, he would judge you. So you relented as the movie turned into background noise against your worries and traumas.

Mikey just listened patiently, nodding when it was appropriate. Gradually you finished your tale of woe and tensed as you awaited the judgement. But all that came was the squeeze of a tight hug. "Thank you for telling me, that's a step closer to healing."

This didn't sound like the wild and chaotic Mikey you were used to. But for right now, it was a nice change. You also accepted his embrace in return. You both just hugged each other as the movie played, acting as great white noise as you calmed.

Healing was hard, you were taking so long, but Mikey always helped. He was the only one you could rely on. But he knew this, he knew all too well, but it still made you feel comfort. Despite all you've gone through, he was always there, ready to lend a shoulder.

Maybe healing is just another form of art, one your box turtle friend has mastered to a tee.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt oc #rottmnt self insert #rottmnt platonic x reader #yandere rottmnt #a cutie with a gun writes

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delusionaid · 5 months ago

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@apocryphis sent: nervousness is painted all over his face; and has the distasteful idea of manifesting in the very air around them, the winds shifting and changing a little too quickly, like a miniature storm brewing where clear skies otherwise indicate that there should be none. the vigilant yaksha is not really one for celebrations, and thus he wonders, even when faced with the very moment, what had possessed him when he had taken it upon himself to prepare something when he had heard of today's occasion.

... how does one even celebrate the anemo archon's birthday? or a bard's birthday? how about both??

xiao can feel venti's teal gaze on him, and breaks under the pressure; finally handing the bard the carefully (but somewhat clumsily) hand-wrapped present he had brought with him. " ... you do not have to accept it." the yaksha mutters under his breath, barely audible, as the small package is slipped towards venti on the flat surface between them, atop the roof of wangshu inn. in it, venti will find a piece of the purest jade, plucked from the highest peaks of chenyu vale; and still resonating with the song of free winds untouched even by celestia's influence, possibly the last ones in teyvat. along with it, a piece of paper, on which has been written, in a scratchy handwriting, what can only be called an attempt at a poem:

In the gentle breath of morning's rise, The wind brings whispers from the skies. Freedom dances in the breeze, Unfurling dreams among the trees.

Better days lie just ahead, Where fears and shadows dare not tread. The wind's soft song, a guiding hand, Leads us to a brighter land.

Barbatos sits on the tiled roof with his legs crossed underneath him, waiting patiently for Xiao to say his piece. His nervousness is palpable, especially to him, a being of wind, almost tugging at him together with the air around them. Forceful it may be, it doesn't worry him, for it's the good kind of nerves, the kind that signifies change and courage; so he waits it out and lets him find his own words and his own time to speak them. If they have one thing, it's time. Time to spend in each other's company, time to find the truth of their beings, time to enjoy instead of wasting it trying to get somewhere unknown.

His birthday is not quite what humans would consider as such, but it is the anniversary of something beginning and he delights in the opportunity to celebrate like them - and with them. Like many things humans place value on it's not a special day by nature but by their choice to make it so, and who would not appreciate such sentiment if not the god of Freedom. He rests his eyes on Xiao, who meets them without wavering, despite the plethora of thoughts that appear to be running through his head. Venti's gaze is friendly and encouraging; and loving, for he can't help but look at Xiao and feel a deep-seated wish to see him comfortable and at peace - and free. Free to live as he chooses, free to say what he thinks, free to love as he wishes.

"Why would I not accept a dear friend's gift?" Barbatos says cheerfully, eagerly turning the little parcel in his hands. It's heavy and he truly can't guess as to what might be inside. As he unwraps it he places the paper at his side where it crackles in the wind, denying the breeze to carry it away when it tugs at its edges. The piece of jade is raw and beautiful like a fresh bud on a branch, like a clear sky after heavy rainfall - untouched and ephemeral. He lets it rest in both his palms, teal eyes reflecting the glow it holds inside. Then he closes them and listens. Harmony and memory resonate within the stone, sending him to the highest peaks of Liyue's mountains, places few have wandered, where birds hail from and winds rule, singing songs humankind has forgotten to understand; but to Barbatos they speak like old friends. Emotion surges through him and brings a smile to his lips but leave his eyes a little glazed when he opens them again.

"What a beautiful gift you've picked for me," he says, heart throbbing in his chest with gratitude and affection. Only now he holds up the paper attached and reads the lines scribble onto it. The way the text is shaped is enough for him to recognize it as poetry so without hesitation he clears his throat and recites the little poem out loud. As if to applaud the performance, a bird chirps cheerfully in a branch above them when Venti has finished. Silence follows and quite unexpectedly, once the meaning sinks in it drives a heat to Venti's cheeks that catches him by surprise. He's written songs and poems about others countless times and there certainly is no shortage of ballads about Barbatos either. But this is more personal than any song he's heard before and from someone so dear to him that every syllable weighs twice as much.

It speaks of everything he wishes to offer: guidance and comfort on the path to brighter lands, to dreams untouched by darkness and the wrath of ancient gods. There isn't a more beautiful way in which Xiao could have told him this and no better words any bard could have chosen to express the sentiment. Holding the paper to his heart, Venti once more finds Xiao's gaze and smiles brighter yet than he did before, for once silenced by his own emotions - at least for a little moment.

"Poetry is the language of the heart. Words come easier when they're true.. do you agree?"

#apocryphis #m. apocryphis #( m: venti. )#( venti: apocryphis. )#( ic asks. )#;w;#i love them so much #me; pointing out how much TIME they have LEFT aggressively in each encounter

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kazoosandfannypacks · 2 years ago

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"It Now Belongs To You" by kazoosandfannypacks

Part 1/10 Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: T Word Count: (1.5K/10.6K) Summary: When Emma and Killian receive a pair of magic beans as a wedding gift, they take a voyage on the Jolly Roger for their honeymoon- but a wrench is thrown into their romantic getaway when they run into a notorious pirate who's staked a claim on the Jolly Roger. Tags: post-canon, canon compliant, fluff, no smut, suggestive themes, alcohol, gambling, self indulgent fluff with a sprinkling of angst Author's notes: This is going to be my first attempt at uploading a chapter at a time of a fic instead of posting it all at once. I've written this one all the way through, so I hope I can update it either once or twice a week!

Also on Ao3!

Emma Swan had spent her whole life fighting, against the world, against herself, against curses and villains and darkness and death- and it still hadn't fully set in that now, all she had left to face was a mountain of wedding presents to unwrap- and she couldn't pick a better partner to tackle the task with.

Emma tore the paper off one of the packages. "And a Keurig from Leroy."

"A what?" Killian asked, scratching his temple with a pencil's eraser. "How do you spell cure-rig?"

"Just put down 'coffee maker.' Emma smiled and began opening the next one. "It's one of those fancy ones that makes one cup at a time, so you can have your dark roast decaf and I can have my french vanilla cappuccino, from the comfort of our own kitchen."

She tore the paper off a carefully wrapped package, then opened the box and dug through the tissue paper.

"Oh, Killian, look."

She pulled a wood carving out of the box, about five inches tall and about as long- figurine of a swan much like the one on the necklace she once wore, next to a hook just like Killian's, but both in great detail, and together they formed a heart shape.

"It's perfect." Emma said. "Won't that be lovely above the mantle?"

"Aye, love." Killian began writing down so they could send a proper thank you later.

"Who did you say it was from?"

"August." Emma smiled, turning it over and admiring the craftsmanship. "He carved it himself."

"Of course he did." Killian looked away.

Emma sighed. "Are we still stuck on this?"

"On what, love?" and Emma could tell he was trying to hide his feelings.

Emma took Killian's face in both of her hands and turned his head so he'd look her in the eyes. "He's just a friend. I love you, Killian Jones, and there's nothing that could ever come between us. Not now, and not ever."

He grabbed her left hand and stroked it with his thumb as he pushed her hair out of her face with his hook. "And I love you, Emma Swan. And I do trust you, love."

"Me too." She was about to let go and continue on with the task at hand, when she felt his hook travel down her back, and his hand shifted to her face, then began drawing it closer to his.

"Have I told you recently how much I love you?" He whispered.

She tried not to melt at the familiar taste of his breath on her lips. "You just told the whole world you love me."

"You are my whole world." He leaned forward, for emphasis, booping his nose against hers. "And I love you."

"I love you too."

"How much?"

She smiled and rolled her eyes. He already knew, but something was endearing about the insecurity in the question.

"Truly." She said. "I love you truly. I went to hell and back for you, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I've been wrong about so many things in my life," and she lost herself in his eyes for a moment, running her fingers along his shirt collar, before adding on, "I'm so glad you weren't one of them."

"Aye, love." Killian smiled. "And I'm glad I was right about you."

"About what about me?" She responded, with the coyest smile she had on reserve. "What were you right about?"

"That you were worth fighting for. Worth waiting for. Worth breaking a million times over for. I knew the minute I laid eyes on you that one way or another, you were gonna be the death of me."

"Turns out you were right a couple times over." Emma said.

"There's no one I'd rather die for." He said, "And no one I'd rather live for."

She remembered how precious he counted the first time she smiled at him, and now her smiles and giggles were a liberal gift. She remembered their first kiss, how she'd thought it'd be a one time thing, and now she'd lost track of those magic moments where he made time itself stand still. She remembered how long it took for her to casually say "I love you," and now…

"I love you." She said, for the fourth time in five minutes.

Every time she said it first, the same smile ran across his face, like a child at Christmas, like he was pleasantly surprised by her brazen declaration of affection.

"I love you too, Swan."

"I know." Emma noticed his smile, then found herself staring intently at his lips. She glanced up at Killian's eyes for a second- they were fixed on her lips too.

"Might I have a kiss?" He asked.

"Is that all you want?"

"You know what I want," he held her even closer, whispering in her ear, "but for now this'll do."

Instead of planting his lips on hers, he dove down a little and began to layer the base of her neck with kisses.

She threw her head back, almost involuntarily, and giggled an "Aye aye, captain." under her breath.

"Oh, love." his words escaped between his kisses. "Oh, love. You know how it gets to me when you talk nautical."

"Why do you think I do it?" Emma said. "The way to a man's heart is through his ship."

He looked up a little so he could look into her eyes, they paused a moment to read each other, then he pounced for her lips, sending her back onto the arm of the couch. Her hands ran across his chest, and his side and his back, and his was running similar laps along her neck and chest as well, and they continued, kissing each other with reckless abandon.

"You know," she said, slipping her words through the gaps in their entwined lips "if you keep stopping every five minutes to kiss me like this, we'll never get through all these gifts."

"Is that a promise?" He asked, his lips hovering over hers for just a moment, "I'd love nothing more than to spend an eternity right here with you." He finished his thought, then dove back in.

"Come on, Tiger." she giggled. "There's, like, three more gifts left to open."

"And then?" he asked, his lips not leaving hers.

"We can pick up where we leave off," Emma said, her arms dangling over his shoulders. "with no interruptions."

"Alright, love." He sighed a little. "As you wish." He backed off from her and sat back up. He ran his fingers through his hair, in a way that should've been a genuine expression of frustration- if Emma didn't think he looked so hot doing it. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair, too- and down the back of his neck, and down his shirt collar, and….

She stopped that train of thought and just smiled at him, then bit her lip a little. He smiled back, with that smile that revealed he knew what was on her mind, then wrapped his arm around her as she opened the last few packages, ending with a small box, which she almost missed entirely.

"Tiny." She said.

"Well yeah, it is a smad small, but you can't judge a gift by its packaging."

"No, it's from Tiny." Emma said.

"Considerate of him to send us something." Killian said. "Considering our first adventure together was breaking into his house and robbing him."

"Not to mention the part where you shrunk him and took him captive." Emma said. "But we've all come a long way since then."

"Aye." Killian said, and he squeezed her a little tighter as she opened the tiny box, revealing inside two clear, rainbow-flecked beans.

Emma gasped when she saw what was inside. "Are they real?"

He picked one up and examined it carefully. "Aye, and I know just what to do with them."

"What's that?" Emma asked.

"Honeymoon in the Enchanted Forest. We'll set sail on the Jolly Roger, just you and me."

"Vacationing from the land without magic to the land without indoor plumbing." Emma said. "How charming."

"There are parts of my world you haven't begun to see." Killian said. "I want to show it to you, let you be a part of it. I want to take you to the finest balls, show you the stars and the sunsets over the seas- I want to take you to the loveliest vistas in all the realm, that they might learn their place- to envy your beauty. What do you say?"

There was no denying how nice it sounded, some time away, watching her husband at the helm of his ship, seeing his world, his home, him in his element.

"When do we set sail?" she asked.

"We can leave first thing in the morning." Killian smiled. "And that was the last gift?"

"I believe so." Emma said.

"Well then," Killian took her in both of his arms, "where were we?"

She grabbed his neck and pulled him in, running her fingers through his hair with one hand and holding the back of his neck with her other hand, and he met his lips with hers- though their taste had hardly faded since their last kiss.

#once upon a time #captain swan #fanfic #killian jones #emma swan #once upon a time season 6 #post canon #fic rec #kazzy writes #otp: try something new darling #it now belongs to you

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pctaldrunk · 1 year ago

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She has NEVER BEEN to this particular courtyard with its twists and turns and fine landscape, the stone mountain and the twisting little stream. Her father did mingle with his peers in times of peace - but she was too young to travel much, then. As a young duchess, she had only ever made voyages that were ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY - summons to court, and the such.

Still - a strange wave of FAMILIARITY comes over her. The stone path that leads to the correct rooms seems to be - WALKED BEFORE. A cool breeze that seems out of place in spring, the scent of MIST in the air. Something about it is familiar, even if she can't quite put her finger on what. Her feet take her where she's meant to go, it seems.

A curt KNOCK - and then she is opening the door with more rustle and noise than is perhaps necessary, shifting her bag to the other arm. " - Feng gongzi." Pokes her head into the room, a grin already curled at lips. "I brought some medicine for you. It doesn't taste bad, I promise - " Invites herself in with short, energetic stps and sits herself down opposite him, putting down her bag on the table. "I added three whole spoons of sugar." Lifts her fingers, as if to tell him the amount, and then unwraps her package, setting up her little medicine stove with EASE. "I just have to heat it up a little. So we have to sit here for a while. I could take your pulse in the meantime."

Large dark eyes are sparkling with unbridled and unconcealed hope as she leans closer over the steaming stove. "You WILL let me help you, won't you?" Officious, and with the tone she frequently hears her grandfather take, despite it being uncharacteristic to HERSELF, Tang Tang announces, "It's no good to give up now."

plotted starter for @yinjiyang !

#yinjiyang #((the start of a wonderful...))#𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔𝐄 : 医女 #((; D))#((shhe's going to bug him forever but it will be fUN))#((also idk unlocking hidden mmories 2k23))

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bread-elf · 2 years ago

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DWC Nov. '22 - Day 4

Children - Visions

Moving day couldn't come fast enough, but it was well worth the wait. Jiroki and Helsong's children took to their new property in Grizzly Hills more than she could ever hope for, a forest she always felt fond of. The mountains reminded her of him, when the trees still stood tall on Stonetalon.

But, their home is in the Jade Forest, and today they could officially move into their newly renovated home.

Jiroki called for all hands on deck for this move; all of their furniture and most of their belongings had remained on their property, just stored away in either other buildings on the estate or in their barn. The family gets there as soon as they can to situate the children, before getting all the helping hands set up. Relliea Wilder and her now thirteen year old son, Andorus, live on the Glaivefall property as well in their own little abode. Wearing one of her more mobile leg prosthetics for the day, but the Kaldorei woman sits with other visitors who are helping watch the littlest of children. Nathiria Shadowream visits, the red haired woman here with her own young son, Jaxon, who is best friends with Andorus. The two boys are already off playing on some playsets, but both women are doting on the soon-to-be newest edition to the family. Merli’neath P. Glaivefall, eldest of Jiroki’s children, is heavy with child. She lounges on a chair, nearly entirely encased by pillows as her newly found mate stands by her. A male Sin’dorei in appearance, yet Jiroki now and then could spot the golden eyes flickering to bronze with slitted pupils. The group of adults oversee the two youngest children, Gwen and Cylliah, while Taldreath sits nearby with one of his coloring books.

Estal’anar Glaivefall, sister to Jiroki, puts herself in charge of the kitchen. The frail woman carefully plucks out dishes with trembling hands to unwrap and put away. Her own adult son Mydas and long-standing boyfriend Szadek bring in boxes labeled specifically for the kitchen, while also making sure Estal is well and if she ever needs any assistance. An awkward tension between the two men, a couple hundred years age difference between them as Szadek is human and Mydas is Kaldorei like his mother, but mutually coming together when it comes to Estal or family. The father of Jiroki’s twins, Drax’ara Duskrunner, is here to help as well with one of his brothers. Drax’ara himself and Jason Helsong set themselves busy with putting together a new standing cabinet in one of the new offices downstairs. Instructions came with the package and it got tossed aside almost immediately by Drax’ara, the two beginning their endeavor to assemble the pieces. But somehow the cabinet doors have been installed inside out, and the legs have been put on the top part of the whole thing, and there’s an extra slab of wood neither have any idea where it belongs. The crumbled up instructions are reclaimed, and they start over.

Delo’ran Duskrunner, the brother who has tagged along today, stands outside with Jiroki. Going over some boxes, Jiroki writes on them to label which rooms they are meant to go in, and he brings them to her from the barn. At his heels is his loyal companion, Leora, a night saber now older in her years. Strong and still healthy, she never had any cubs of her own, but took to one that Delo’ran picked out to raise for a child close to his heart.

“Kira, no! Not that way!” One of the Glaivefall twins, Anorah, bounds after a growing cub. The child is all giggles as she tries to catch up to runaway cub, who first ducks under Leora and then wades through Delo’ran’s moving feet, the man instantly pausing in his movements as he’s carrying a box. Not far behind is the second of the twins, Vaeren, huffing a bit as he’s followed by his own animal companion, a young hippogryph named Bibi.

“Hey, watch it! You’re riling her up too much!” Jiroki takes initiative before the actual trainer can, but Delo’ran remains silent, not wanting to get into her crossfire. “We’re moving a lot of things today, she can get hurt.” “Sorry Min’da…” Anorah starts to nearly clam up, however exaggerating, doing so to lessen whatever punishment may be inbound as Vaeren slides up beside her. Jiroki is already aware of habits forming, but she lets out a sigh as she glances towards the house. It’s a big day after all, and the tall woman comes up to bend down closer to them.

“Tell you what- I need your help with something.” She tells the two of them, piquing their curiosity. “There’s a hidden door in the house that leads up to the attic, but no one knows where it’s at. Can you find it?” A little lie, Jiroki knows where it is, but she’s grateful the bait is being bought as their curiosity only continues to grow. “Hidden?” The twins simultaneously speak as they also glance at each other as if on cue. Even if twins, their mental connection with one another still subtly freaked Jiroki out at times, but it warms her heart as they start to trot off. “We can find it! Come on Vaeren!”

“No animals in the house right now!” Jiroki calls out after them, Bibi and Kira nearly going over them, but Delo’ran now chimes in to assist as he signals with a sharp whistle, causing them to pause. “AND TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES!” Jiroki yells out as she watches the twins barge on in, both flincing and hurriedly kicking off their shoes by the front door. The inside of the house is much larger than what it used to be, more rooms added and now a second floor, and even an attic as well as they just learned.

“Wow it’s so BIG!” Anorah squeals, Vaeren giggling along with her as they run down into the open spaced living room, then down the halls to the different rooms. Mostly barren, boxes scattered into different rooms and only some of the furniture in, yet room for so many opportunities. They slide along wooden floors and dash into each of the rooms, circling around Drax’ara and Jason before running off. Anorah bounds into her mother’s room and jumps onto the new bed, much bigger than the last one they had. Vaeren nearly skids into the kitchen before he realizes he’s about to bump into the scary looking human that dates one of his Shal’nar’s.

Two others are here as well and are put in charge of helping get the furniture upstairs. Jiroki’s own half brother, a former Illidari named Alldreas Glaivefallen, anchors behind one end of a couch as up higher on the steps is Sheamus. An afflicted human, choosing to stay as such as the more petite red haired man takes things step by step up the stairs, breaking a sweat but keeping up just fine as Alldreas holds steady onto the dead weight down below. They make their progression upstairs.

The front door is open, and in slips a mischievous cub. Vaeren spots Kira right away and gasps before going to get her, but the she-cub growls playfully and nearly paws at him, then bounds around to find Anorah. She pounces, taking the girl by surprise as she comes out of the room and finds herself on the floor. Kira then bounds off and away again, the twins chasing after her as they’re alight with laughter, but don’t think much as they’re heading towards the stairs.

Kira squeezes between Alldreas’ leg and crawls under the couch, making him stop and grunt as his spectral sights spearpoint on the living flesh wiggling about beneath. Sheamus’ glances at him in confusion, until he too feels a mysterious furred being brush against his legs. He yelps and it startles him, causing him to nearly lose his grip, but once Alldreas sees the twins trying to crawl after the cat he reacts. The shivarra-bound hunter expands his ribs until four more arms suddenly rip through his flesh, two on each side, and all of his hands grasp hold of the couch and lift with too much ease. But with the couch comes Sheamus, Alldreas having shoved forward and then up to get a better grip, the human’s gut struck by the arm of the chair and then gripping onto dear life as he’s lifted up with the piece of furniture.

“Sorry Anta’anars!!” Vaeren calls out as he crawls out after his sister and Kira, the trio now dashing off onto the second floor. Alldreas lets out a sigh of relief, then looks up to see the human leering down at him. The demon infused Kaldorei gives a sheepish grin, carefully lowering the couch so Sheamus could get back on his feet, but the human has other beef.

“You could do that the whole time?!” There’s many other rooms up on the second floor, which include rooms for the twins once they’re all settled in. But something snares Anorah’s attention, and she stops to stare at a portion of a wall. Vaeren senses something from his sister, which prompts him to settle down and see what she’s looking at.

“Did you feel that?” Anorah asks, silver eyes looking over the wall. “I felt air.” The walls lining this side of the living space upstairs has a small wooden beam lining parallel all the way across until reaching the stairs, yet she felt a draft coming from this one portion of wall. Vaeren blinks, glancing at the wooden beam. He reaches for it and lightly tugs one way, then the other, and it shifts and something unclicks. A door only moderately hidden from plain sight opens up, revealing a staircase that leads up into a dark room.

Both gasps, bright eyes glancing up. They’ve unlocked the puzzle together, and now are the first to bear witness to a house ‘secret’. It looks dark and eerie, for a moment both pausing as their nocturnal vision adjusts while they continue to gawk. Vaeren ends up moving first, quickly beginning to climb up the stairs and hands and feet. Anorah complains but quickly follows suit, and Vaeren wins once he’s up top.

A spacious attic, it could even act as a room depending on what their parents want to do with it. There’s a window that’s closed, and Vaeren hurries up to it to get it open, and bright light shines into the room as they look down below. “MIN’DA, WE FOUND IT!” Vaeren bellows out as Anorah moves up to stand beside him, both on their toes to look out. His words draw Jiroki’s attention away from a forest troll she’s speaking with. Zim’bowa in fact, in his arms the dying chicken. Their mother gives a thumbs up, but their attention is now shifting to the chicken that will soon be leaving. Kira finds them up in the attic, but both scurry off back down to get outside, the stairway clear this time.

The twins run out barefoot, Kira bounding along full of energy, coming onto the adult’s conversation. “Gonna be a few days…” Zim’bowa says towards Jiroki before they turn their attention to the twins. Already knowing what he must do he squats down, so that Vaeren is in better height to come up and pet Pepito. “‘Eya kid. We’re gonna be leavin’ now for a little while.”

“You are?” The beginning of dread stirs inside of Vaeren. “Are… Are you coming back?” “I will be, yea…” This is harder than the troll anticipated. “But… Not Pepito. Ya’ remember de stories o’ Bwonsamdi I be tellin’ ya’ about?” The name alone sends shivers down the troll’s spine, but he endures for the sake of Vaeren, who nods. “He got a mighty temple in de Zandalar islands. All de spirits o’ troll kind go ta him. An’- de companions o’ troll kind…” Bluffing, but not much is needed as the boy’s eyes are beginning to speck with tears. “Me visions be tellin’ me ta go dere next. Maybe we can go dere one day an’ explore. But, for now… it be time ta say goodbye.”

If Zim’bowa had known how attached these children would get to Pepito he wouldn’t have exposed them to this curse in the first place. It took awhile before he could finally pull away and begin his departure, the twins with heavy hearts saying goodbye to their first pet, even if he wasn’t theirs in the first place.

Away from the estate he walks in silence, Pepito no longer able to keep up with him. Cradling the chicken in his arm, the troll looks down. For many years he has had this chicken, through personal tribulations and helping aid all Zim’bowa has treated in the last several years. Zim’bowa found himself surprisingly choked up. But he sets his resolve, still having much to do, and decisions to make for his long, long, long time friend. “I haven’t decided what ta do wit’ ya’ yet.” @daily-writing-challenge

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