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causenessus · 3 months ago
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hi loveliness ! (get it, lovely-ness and you’re loveliness) (oh my god i’m so smart) i hope you’ve eaten today !! how’s your day been? MAKE SURE U EAT i’m so so so sorry for sending this so late in the day i had SUCH a day today and also i realize my asks are getting longer and longer each time like im yapping way too much so ill try to keep this short !
TODAY i hate breakfast then i went to an aquarium with my friend! it was so nice we saw sea lions and SEA OTTERS (otters are my favourite animal) AND IT WAS SO FUN! we saw the sea lions do tricks and the otters were so cute holding the rocks and it was so so so cute overload omg then i went to go have hotpot with my family and my uncle! it was nice to catch up and the food was so yummy we had flan after
ALSO I WAS GIGGLING SO MUCH AT YOUR WORK STORY LIKE i wasn’t laughing that you got yelled at bcuz that was uncool and uncalled for but the way it was formatted with the dialogue was so funny i was like giggling in bed reading it LOL but i will literally hunt down that family because you’re just a girl doing your job like !! lay off !! but i hope you’re okay love you didn’t deserve that and like genuinely some people need to learn how to be decent human beings sometimes because that’s actually CRAZY
BUT I LOVE UR STORY TIMES !!! SO YAP ALL U WANT I WILL READ IT ALL THOROUGHLY !! and once i get back home and back to work i will 100% yap because retail makes my head THROB genuinely throb
also tell me more about your knee omg?? what happened I HOPE YOURE OKAY AND make sure you don’t overwork yourself on your new smaus!! take breaks and always prioritize yourself over anything, i hope work was better than yesterday !! if not i will PERSONALLY fly over to your state and be like your guard dog at work (LOL THATS CRAZY SORRY) but i genuinely hope today went better! i hope you ate too and took care of yourself, always always take care of yourself i will say it infinity times to make sure it’s engraved into your head xoxoxo
LOVELINESS :( i will literally cry THAT IS SO CUTE AND YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!! HELLO MY LOVE <3
PLEASE NEVER WORRY ABOUT YOUR ASKS BEING LONG!!! DO NOT SHORTEN YOURSELF PLEASE YAP AS MUCH AS YOU WANT <3 (i'm going to start putting my answers under cuts so people don't have to fight trying to scroll past my yapping 😭 BUT DW!! TALK AS MUCH AS YOU WANT <3 AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR OTHER ASK TOO!!)
AND ALSO DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR SENDING THIS LATE IN THE DAY!! and i was so unmotivated when i got home from work today to make something for dinner 😭 bc i needed to shower AND i had school earlier in the day and it was 9:30 so i'd be eating a meal at like 10 pm BUT I DID JUST FOR U <33 (and i MEAN THAT!! I AM SO THANKFUL FOR ALL YOUR REMINDERS TO EAT :( YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT REALLY MEANS TO ME <3 AND THANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR OTHER ASK AND FOR SENDING ONE IN DESPITE YOUR BUSY DAY WITH THE REMINDER TO EAT <3 I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH) last night my dinner was literally a bagel with almond butter 💀 which I FEEL LIKE wasn't the worst "meal" but definitely not the best <3
AAAAAAAAAA THE AQUARIUM!!!!!!!!!! THAT SOUNDS SO CUTE AND FUN OMG I LOVE SEA LIONS TOO AND THEM BEING YOUR FAV ANIMAL LITERALLY MAKES THEM 10000X CUTER :(((( I HOPE YOU HAD TONS OF FUN!! AND OMG HOTPOT please i want hotpot so bad hold on thank you for reminding me that hot pot exists the MOMENT WE HAVE WEATHER IN THE 60S I'M GETTING HOT POT and i'm glad you could catch up with your family!! that's always fun <3 and FLAN!!!! YOU'RE LIVING THE DREAM AS ALWAYS AND I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!
and i'm glad you enjoyed my story time LMAOOO I READ IT BACK JUST NOW AND THERE WERE SO MANY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES MB IT'S ALMOST MIDNIGHT RN SO I'M SURE MY ENGLISH IS NOT SUPER HOT RN EITHER 😭 today i worked again and i literally only got ONE thing done 😭 but it's bc it was a really big order and i lowkey drilled into my finger but it's okay!!!!! 🤠 KNOWING YOU WORK IN RETAIL AGAIN AND WORK THOSE GRUELING OPENING SHIFTS AND DOUBLES ALWAYS GIVES ME THE STRENGTH TO KEEP GOING (but i was soo sleepy today too i was genuinely going to walk up to my coworker and be like "bro. can i please just nap on the floor." BUT WE POWERED THROUGH!!) AND I LOVE YOUR STORY TIMES TOO!! PLEASE SHARE ALL YOU WANT I WILL ALWAYS READ THROUGH IT TOO <3
IF YOU WERE MY GUARD DOG AT WORK I'D CRY /POS <3 I'D FEEL SO SAFE AND HAPPY!! (maybe u should fly here anyway!!! xxx) but DW MY KNEES ARE OKAY LMAO basically i got sent to clean a loft with some people today and because i'm literally a monkey from my tech days i climbed like an entire shelf??? 😭 because we were like reorganizing EVERYTHING (that entire group is so neurodivergent including me like we were told to clean the front but none of us have the power to JUST do the front so this will now be like a month long project pls pray for us it is so hot and dusty in there) and so after we ran out of time i had to jump down from the shelf but like my two guys were BOTH waiting for me (v. weird. one of them makes me slightly uncomfortable BC HE'S VERY NICE BUT TOO NICE AND I'M JUST SCARED OF MEN LIKE HE'S GENUINELY NICE BUT I HAVE ATTACHMENT ISSUES AND I DON'T LIKE OTHER PEOPLE LIKING ME IF THAT MAKES SENSE) so like i was literally rushing it and was like "yeah i can probably just drop down" but the fall was a lot farther than i initially thought 😭 so i dropped to the ground and my knees gave out because of the impact so i fell backwards into a table BUT IT'S OKAY besides the fact i made a giant fool of myself i don't want to talk about it </3 (b/c the OTHER guy i was with OMNFHEJRFKWLNDJJERHOUHJVFEKW i used to like him. ik. very small world i am still around people ik. BUT ANYWAY used to like him -> got the ick bc attachment issues -> hated him but he's still a good friend -> our mutual OLDER friend tried to get us to go to prom together one year -> SO MUCH MORE WE HAVE SUCH A WEIRD DYNAMIC IDEK WHAT HE THINKS OF ME) BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY TIME AS WELL!! LOTS OF NESS LORE DROPS HERE <3 I LOVE SHARING ALL MY DRAMA LMAOAOAO
BUT PLEASE MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO!!! KEEP EATING THE COOLEST THINGS EVER AND LIVING YOUR BEST LIFE <3 (NO PRESSURE) AND DRINK LOTS OF WATER!!!
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stunie · 4 months ago
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Zevie it is I, the maid cafe anon once again coming to you to request more cute(or lewd, it’s your choice like fr) maid cafe content.
Maybe they show up when it’s like a day for a different costume(OH MY GOD A PLAYBOY BUNNY OUTFIT DAY??? A CUTSIE ANIMAL ONESIE DAY??? CHEONGSAM DAY??? MAGICAL GIRL DAY???????) or literally ANYTHING, whatever inspires you.
The only characters I’ll specifically ask for are kiryu, suo, and Kaji if possible!!!!!
ANYWAYS REMEMBER TO TAKE IT EASY AND HAVE A SNACK AND REST MWAH MWAH -🐌
WELCOMMEEE !! u r now snail anon and no longer maid cafe anon !! i hope u and the others r comfy here ໒꒰ྀི ˃ ∩∩ ˂ ꒱ྀི১ <3 i made this sfw <: also pls im gonna share my snack with you (it’s a mango roll cake!)
hayato suo, kiryu mitsuki, & kaji ren x maid cafe!f!reader
sfw. ft. costumes (animal onesies), you call them ‘master’
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HAYATO SUO gives you an all-too-warm smile when you’re shyly handing him a menu, tensing when his fingers briefly brush over the paws of your onesie.
“a kitten? how cute,” he teases, hand coming to cheerfully rub at the top of your head. it was only your second week since you’ve started your job here, and yet he’s made it very clear that he’d be paying you a visit every single shift.
a part of you wishes he had never found your cafe’s instagram, where they uploaded each week’s theme on sundays without fail. you can only imagine how ecstatic suo must’ve been when he saw what was scheduled for today— because he was stepping through the door only fifteen minutes into the start of your shift.
“c-can i get you anything else, master..?” you stammer, eyebrows deeply furrowed in embarrassment as you hug the extra menus to your chest. he’s only chuckling at your nerves, back of his hand coming to mask his laugh as you give him your best attempt at a glare. “you’re not supposed to laugh,” you whisper through your teeth, “stop being like that..!”
“oh, sorry,” your shoulders relax a bit when his laughter dies down, and he’s smiling back at you all over again. “then i’ll just have you stay beside me until i’m done with my tea. that won’t be a problem, right?”
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KIRYU MITSUKI’s mouth parts open in surprise when you come to serve him his food, cute little bear ears sticking out from the hood as you set down his plate in front of him.
“this is your omelette, master!”
“oh, thank you,” his voice comes out soft, but he’s tugging you by the little bear tail at the back of your outfit as soon as you turn to check on your next table, “but don’t leave just yet.”
your head turns back, gaze shifting back and forth between his hand and his face. “..is something wrong?”
he doesn’t respond.
you sigh when he still doesn’t let go of your tail, not even looking at you as his free hand comes to click at his screen. “wait just a couple more seconds…” he says, scrolling through his apps. “ah..! here it is. okay~”
some of the other visitors are turning their heads to look at you as soon as they hear his chair abruptly scooting backwards, body leaning back a bit to angle his phone’s camera towards you with a content hum.
“k-kiryu!” you huff under your breath when you realize exactly what he’s doing, “that’s so embarrassing..!”
he only chuckles in response. “but you look so cute,” he coos, “smile nice and big for me, okay?”
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KAJI REN’s lollipop falls out of his mouth as soon as he sees you dressed up in a bunny onesie, one ear flopping over your face when you do a little bow to greet him and the two standing behind him.
“oh, it’s kaji’s girl working today! what a nice surprise, huh kaji?” you hear enomoto’s voice loud and clear, followed by a loud ‘tch’ from your boyfriend.
those two— enomoto and kusumi— didn’t say a single word about this. he was wondering just exactly what they were snickering about so loudly earlier before they were suddenly at his side to ask if they could stop by your cafe before heading home.
something about a deal on coffee? he can’t believe he actually fell for that.
“oh, kaji!” you gleam, lips tugging into a huge smile. “oops— i meant master. your table is over here. follow me.”
he’s clenching his jaw in place of his lollipop, eyes narrowed into a deep scowl in his attempt to dissipate the blush rising to his cheeks. you looked cute, big ears flopping up and down with each step you take, and you’re practically drowning in the excess fabric.
did they not have your size?
“oh,” enomoto interrupts his train of thought, and he turns to see him and kusumi are suddenly checking their phones, the weather app- specifically. “we gotta leave, actually. we’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
and they’re gone just like that.
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valentine-cafe · 1 month ago
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~Scrolling through the request roster to see who needs to get their brains fucked out some love~
Let's see, some mango pancakes sound good! I've got some thoughts about tying Haitao up and blindfolding him, then absolutely spoiling him without letting him come.
Maybe, if he's really good, his partner will let him suck on their fingers while they fuck him :3c
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“— mhnhgh— plea-ah, hnhghah! ple— pleaseplease-”
oh his sweet begs. the way his cock leaks with pre-cum. the pearly white droplets rolling down your hand and wrist.
“the sensory depravation too much for you hm?” you comment with a croon, hand pumping at his cock just a bit more than last time. there is no mercy from you. let your boyfriend cum? absolutely not. you want to hear all the pathetic noises he makes in his blindfolded state.
feeling all of you so much more — the sensations he receives. the eyes that look down, at the reaper beneath them. they wish to see every little change and shift in his body language and face.
“f-feel so good— g-nngh! death, c-can’t— need to—”
“cum hm? what a shame.”
your comment strikes into his tummy, tears dampening the fabric of the blindfold while his mouth opens and closes at the feel of your slow paced thrusts inside him. a moan ripping out of his lungs as his climax is once more stolen away into the night by your skilled hands.
“filthy little whore. look at how you writhe for me— oh” with a tut and chuckle, you lean closer to him and speak the rest of your words. “so pretty, doing so well. aren’t you taking it so well hm? pretty little slut.”
with a weak grip on you, the man drags his nails down your back, following the action with a pathetic whine and an attempt to buck his hips.
“ah-ah. no bucking pretty.” you whisper roughly into his ear, speeding up to watch him get closer and closer, until you slow once again. this time, silencing his cries by pressing two digits down onto his tongue and fucking his mouth with them.
he doesn’t mind one bit, the feeling pushes him over the edge. to your surprise.
You watch the man splutter, eyebrows raise. while a small choked moan escapes him. that doesn’t stop you from continuing. if he can’t take the edging, he’ll take the overstimulation.
so you begin to fuck into him quicker, with shallow and rough pumps. cock spluttering and painting his insides white. while your other hand comes to thumb the slit of his cock and rub all of his cum around his throbbing, poor dick.
“g-gn h! ah! — plea-please— gege— ge-gege-ge!” he moans, but takes all that you give him oh so greedily.
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tarjapearce · 1 year ago
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Lips anon! Baby Benji accidentally getting into some spicy food and handling it like a champ. Miguel is proud and Gabi is pouty lol
Baby Benji is such a menace 🤭
(Don't feed spicy food to little kids, people 👀)
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Lunch time with the kids when you weren't around were either a success or a major recipe for mess, mostly caused by Baby Benjamin. He'd either splat Miguel’s face or clothes with his veggie puree or he'd cry because Miguel wouldn't share him from his own food.
Today seemed a different scenario. Miguel had prepared himself a bit of fruits with some seasonings such as tajín and some drops of Salsa Valentina, all the whole he cooked some lunch for his children. Dino nuggets and smiley face shaped fries on the side.
Usually he'd make them nutritious food, but one in a while a little treat for them wouldn't hurt them.
"Papa? is the food ready?"
"Un momentito, Solecito." he ran around with the plates and absorbent paper. In his haste he put the fruit bowl on Benji's chair as he served the food.
Benji stared at the bright colored fruit with wide and puppy wonder interest, his tiny hands reached for a chunk of Mango smeared in tajín and spicy red sauce. His mouth took a small bite from the fruit, at first his nose scrunched at the invasion of flavors.
Sweet and spicy, he suckled at the sauce with a small cough, but kept biting on the piece of mango. He blinked a couple of times before licking his lips clean from the crumbles of tajín that had piled up.
"Papa!" Gabriela had been absentminded watching her Papa juggling with the dishes, when he noticed Benji sucking off a piece of watermelon. Miguel's attention snapped to him.
"No, no." His large hand was about to relive the plate when he noticed Benji licking his fingers clean as Mango and spicy sauce juices dribbled down his hand.
"Mama is gonna be mad"
"Ma ma"
Benji's mouth mumbled and both Gabi and Miguel froze. Benji clapped before going for another piece of fruit.
"Did he just... ?" Miguel nodded. Was the food too spicy? No. The Valentina sauce was rather mild and the tajín was just a type of seasoning. It wasn't his level of spiciness yet, it had been enough for making Benji mumble his first words.
Miguel removed the fruit from his hands and wiped him clean. He seemed unbothered, happy even, his nose still scrunched at the taste only to giggle later. Gabi pouted. Her first time eating spicy was rather embarrassing for her.
Now Miguel had a little something coming his way. He would have to explain, what he was doing before Benji said his first words.
He was in trouble.
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ghostlychief · 1 year ago
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I was wondering if you could make either sfw or nfsw story abt ghost ??
you guys have a mango tree in the backyard and your bedroom balcony is facing out towards the yard so you go out and are in a like blue sundress picking mangos and ofc look beautiful and the whole time Simons watching
thank you if you do fill this request!!!💞🙏🏻
thanks so much for requesting! I hope what i threw together is what you were looking for. enjoy, sweet anon! 🖤
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Under the Mango Tree
Ghost x fem!reader
wc: 1400k+
warnings: fluff; smut; NSFW; MINORS DNI; fingering
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Ghost can’t remember the last time he woke up this peacefully.
Usually, his mornings consisted of running around trying to get dressed on the dime and leaving a quick kiss on your forehead before he had to report to base for some covert mission - way too early in morning. The sun itself was almost never up. His socks would be mismatched, coffee to go, and there would be a semblance of longing for you whenever he shut the front door. But the weekends, they were his time to relax and recharge, and of course, spend time with you – his favorite person.
When he finally squints his eyes open, the sun is already peering through the curtains in your shared bedroom, creating a warm glow around the room. The only thing not making this a perfect morning is the fact that you’re not currently in bed with him.
He’s used to waking up, face buried your vanilla scented hair, with his body molded to you, and you’re secure in his safe embrace. Mornings like this usually resulted in being wrapped up together beneath the sheets and not getting out of bed until well into the afternoon. Ghost would emerge with tinted cheeks, and you would have a new found radiance and maybe a slight wobble in your step.
So, when Ghost finally came to this morning, he was a little disappointed your face wasn’t the first thing he woke up to. Nevertheless, he let out a groan and stretched before getting out of bed. He washed himself up in the bathroom before heading to door that leads out to the balcony that looks over your backyard.
Hi lazily leans against the railing, just in his black boxers as he looks down at you. You’re currently perched on a wooden stool, picking fruit off of the mango trees that have miraculously sprouted. There’s a basket at your feet, already half full with mangoes. Ghost can’t help it when a smile immediately forms on his lips at the sight of you.
The morning sun shines brightly off your hair, seemingly creating a warm glow of a halo. Your locks fall down your back, and ends just at the center of your spine, and this is definitely Ghost’s favorite hair on you. (He never fails to mention this)
You’re sporting a baby blue sundress, one of Ghost’s favorites, and that familiar thread of longing twists it’s way around his heart. The dress stops just above your knees, but the back is wide open, only small twines of fabric crisscross over your back to hold the dress up, giving him a perfect view of your soft skin.
To put in simply, you look ethereal in the morning light, and Ghost continues to gaze at you from above. He doesn’t know how much time has passed, but Ghost realizes it’s been long enough of admiring you from afar. He enters back into the bedroom and throws on a pair of shorts before making his way downstairs.
The morning air is humid when he enters the backyard, and from this distance, he can hear your light humming as you continue to teeter from the stool, reach up into the leaves of the tree.
Ghost quietly comes up behind you and places his hands on your waist, already in protective mode to make sure you’re steady as a rock on the stool (even though the stool is only 2 feet off the ground).  Silly, he realizes, but you’re precious to him.
He hears a soft gasp leave your lips, and then you turn around to smile down at him. “Simon! You scared me.” Your sweet laugh fills the warm air.
“I’m just making sure you don’t fall, dear.” A playful grin crosses his face.
Glancing down at the ground you say, “I think I’d survive.” You turn around so now you’re facing him while he continues to hold you, and you rest your hands on his shoulders. The stool gives you a good height advantage over him (for once), and you lean down and gift Ghost a kiss on his plush lips.
When you break away, he says, “Still wouldn’t want to risk it.” He then tightens his grip on you and whisks you off the stool, and places you on the ground. He now has the height advantage.
He spins you around and then wraps his arms around your middle, his hands now resting on your tummy. His chin rests on the crown of your head, but occasionally he brings his head down to leaves whispers of kisses behind your ear and on your neck. With each passing of his lips against your sensitive skin, he feels you lean further and further into his chest. He gently sways you in his arms, and you enjoy each other’s’ company in the quiet of the summer morning.
He leans his head down again and his stubble tickles your cheek as he whispers into your ear, “You know, this is my favorite dress of yours.”
He feels you lean more into him before asking, “Is it now?” Your hands rest on his forearms, your nails leaving light crescents into his skin.
His grip tightens a little, “Mmhm.” One of his hand stays splayed across your tummy and his fingers lightly dance around your sensitive middle. His other hand trails down until it reaches the hem of your dress.
He faintly tugs at the material and hikes it up a little, before his hand disappears underneath your dress. He quickly finds your center and gingerly starts to rub you on top of your underwear. He starts peppering kisses down your neck, then down your shoulders as his fingers continue to stroke you. He can already start to feel the wetness pooling underneath the fabric of your underwear, so he pushes the fabric aside and continues his movements on your center. When he feels like you’re slick just enough, he enters one finger into you, and can immediately feel your plush walls contract around his finger.
His hands, and subsequently his fingertips, are a little rough and calloused, he knows. However, he also knows that for you, it only heightens the sensation when he touches you like this.
He gently pumps his finger in and out of you, and soon enough adds a second. He can hear your shallow breaths as you take his fingers. Your head is tilted all the way back, resting on his shoulder and your eyes are closed.
Your hand is splayed on top of his that is still holding you across your stomach and your hand other trails down his arm that is preoccupied, and you grasp his forearm, your hand tightening around his arm every so often. A low moan leaves your lips and you let out a quiet curse.
It’s moments like these when Ghost appreciates the solitude of your backyard and house. He can have you anyway he likes, and not a soul would ever see or know.
He adds a third finger to really stretch you out and you can’t help but squirm in his hold. While his fingers are stretching you out, his thumb makes sure to rub our clit, stimulating you in all the right ways.
Ghost’s hand that’s still resting on your stomach momentarily moves upward, trailing your side. He then cups your breast, squeezing lightly. He stays here for a bit then trails his hand back down to rest on your middle, continuing to hold you up.
He knows your close because your breathing starts to pick up and your walls keep contracting around his fingers. He’s sucking on your neck now, no doubt leaving a bruise, but he doesn’t care. You’re his and he’s yours.
He quickens the pace of his fingers, which are now soaked. You let out a high pitched, yet soft whine when you come, and he’s glad he’s still holding you, when you do so. He fears you may have crumbled down to the ground otherwise. You still heavily leaning into him, basically panting when you say, “Well damn, what warranted that?”
You quickly add, “Not that I’m complaining or anything.” A smile grazes your face as you turn to look up at him, your back still pressed to his chest.
He shrugs, “Nothing in particular.” He’s never been a man of many words.
You turn around in his arms, and wrap yours around his neck. “Hmm, ok, whatever you say. But why don’t we head inside? I’m hungry for breakfast.”
Ghost notices the twinkle in your eye, understanding the double meaning. He follows behind you as you lead him inside your home. He can’t help but smack your ass on the way small trek back. You let out a mock gasp of surprise as you turn around.
A smirk breaks across your face as you say, “Oh, you’re on.”
Ghost can’t help but smirk back before he sees you turn and race inside, giggling as you run up the stairs, Ghost not far behind.
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frvnkcastles · 3 months ago
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May I have something where it dort of explores past sh? Where the reader is cutting mango or avocado I the palm of her hand and cuts through the shin into her hand and she just stands there for ages just staring as she's bleeding weighing up how much she can get away with on accident without frank bringing in Matt the Human Lie Detector, and she goes in for a second swipe when frank comes back from the shower and she tries playing it off like she just cut her hand and hea right up in there wanting to help but he notices the partal deeper in the top end so its been done over again? Right over the crease over her palm fluff and comfort please?
THE WAY I HELD YOUR HAND ➵ F. CASTLE
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Summary: You give in to the urges and Frank helps you with the aftermath.
Warnings: SELF-HARM, hurt/comfort, feminine nicknames, language
Word count: 1.2k
Author’s note: This is a heavy one, so read with caution (or skip entirely if you feel like it might be too much!) I’m sending you so much love anon, I know from experience what a struggle it can be to stay sober but I believe in you! Stay strong, you deserve to heal <3
With Frank’s support, you had managed to abstain from harming yourself for a while now. He gave all the credit to you — he was just along for the ride, and you were the one who did all the work. Nevertheless, he had been a massive comfort, always distracting you when you felt the urge and encouraging you to try again if you fell back into the cycle. You wanted to get rid of the habit of hurting yourself, anyway, but he gave you extra motivation to do it, as you really wanted to prove to him that you could do it and make him proud in the process. Of course, he was proud of you no matter what, but whatever it took to give you the boost you needed, he was okay with.
So, with him constantly by your side, you started to unlearn the knee-jerk reaction of hurting yourself and grow out of it. It had been a long while since you had succumbed to the compulsion, and you didn’t think you would lose yourself to it anytime soon.
That was why you were surprised yourself with how quickly you changed your mind. It had been a long, tiring day and maybe that explained your struggle to slice through the mango you had grabbed in the need of a snack — either way, the knife slipped and in the blink of an eye, you had cut your palm open. Blood began seeping out and you froze on the spot, unable to move or react in any way.
You stood there, staring at the wound that painted your skin redder by the second. You dropped the mango on the kitchen counter and swallowed hard, your thoughts laser-focused on what had been an accident but suddenly felt so fateful. Instead of trying to stifle the bleeding, your first instinct was to watch it dribble down your wrist and wonder how long you could drag this out. You were thrown right back into that old state of mind where you let the pain linger, where it felt like you were punishing yourself, and deservedly so.
You knew Frank would worry. And you also knew that he wouldn’t buy any flimsy stories about it being an accident — which it was, at first, but before you fully even processed what you were doing, you were swiping the knife across your skin once more. All those old feelings came rushing back, causing you to lose track of your surroundings. You couldn’t focus on anything else except the mixture of relief and regret pounding at your head and heart, and you let the moment go on for longer than you should have.
”Sweetheart, what happened?” Frank’s worried voice broke through your trance, his large hand coming to cradle yours with his eyes wide and alert. You hadn’t noticed him getting out of the shower, and immediately, you felt embarrassed about being caught, but you couldn’t get a single word out. ”Darlin’, you’re bleedin’. Shit”, he went on, his usually calm voice trembling with panic. You didn’t blame him, there was a lot of blood dripping onto the counters, after all.
”It—it was an accident”, you stammered out, shaking off your daze as you watched Frank grab the kitchen towel and wrap it around your hand to apply pressure and stop the bleeding.
”Gotta be more careful, sweetheart. This ain’t just a small cut”, he acknowledged with a heavy heart, his protectiveness kicking in as he kept squeezing the towel against your palm. The burning pain made you grimace, the gravity of the situation finally sinking in, and you felt horrible guilt blossom in your chest as you realized you had undone all your progress within moments.
You fell into silence, fearing how Frank would react if you admitted you had deliberately hurt yourself, but he figured it out even without your admission. He gently removed the towel after a couple of minutes of pressure, and above the bigger cut, he could see the second one you had made on impulse. He frowned, inspecting your hand before looking up at you, only to instantly pick up on your troubled expression.
”Baby, I don’t think this was an accident”, he probed gently, not wanting to make you any more uncomfortable than you already were, but he also couldn’t leave it unmentioned. His heart raced in his chest, concern for you coursing through his veins as he watched you look away from him. ”Hey, hey, hey. Talk to me, sweet girl, what’s goin’ on? You haven’t been’ doin’ this for a while now. Did somethin’ happen?” he went on, tilting his head to catch your stare but you were too ashamed to face him.
”It really was an accident at first. But then I… I just got reminded of what it was like and I couldn’t control the urge and—and I just…”, you rambled, not even entirely sure what had come over you, what would be good enough justification. A tear slipped from your eye and you sniffled, wishing you could undo what you had done, but at the same time feeling like you deserved further pain for your mistake.
Nodding in understanding, Frank reached with one hand to wipe your cheeks while supporting your palm in the other. ”Alright, sweetheart. I’m real sorry I wasn’t here to help you through it. But I’m here now and I’mma make sure we get this all cleaned up and we can keep talkin’ about it, yeah?” he promised, not a hint of judgment in his voice as he calmly reassured you.
”I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I did it. I was doing so well”, you spoke shakily, so upset that you would have to start all over again. But Frank didn’t see it that way.
”Oh, baby, you’re still doin’ well. It’s a setback, but it ain’t the end of everything you worked so hard for. Givin’ in once doesn’t mean you’re a lost cause. You can always stop again. You’re incredibly strong, hear me?” he insisted, having complete faith in you, and it soothed your thumping heart a little to hear it from him.
”I feel like I let you down”, you confessed quietly, finally looking him in the eye, and his heart ached at your words. He understood that he played a big part in your recovery, but he hadn’t realized just how much you valued his opinion and support.
”You could never. Never, got that? I’m always in awe of you, sweet darlin’, and nothin’ will ever change that. I can’t even imagine how tough it gotta be to fight the urge but you do it, anyway. That’s fuckin’ amazing”, Frank swore, meaning every word. He cupped your face with his free hand and leaned in to kiss your forehead, staying connected to you for a moment before pulling back and locking eyes with you.
”I love you, yeah? I know you can do this”, he added, and with a careful nod, you promised to at least try. He gave you the smallest of smiles, almost impossible to even notice, but you knew just how much care and affection it contained for you.
”Thanks, Frankie”, you returned the smile, warming his heart.
”There’s my girl”, he praised before turning back to your hand. ”Think we gotta pay a visit to the emergency room, sweetheart. Might need stitches”, he declared, and sighing, you supposed he was right.
But with him by your side, it would be okay, and you would bravely fight the urge next time it would dawn on you.
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its-a-me-mango · 5 months ago
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Female mango when
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Terrible news anon, I'm already fem, I'm also already masc, and a little bit of nothing, and everything, it's a wonderful world we live in <3
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pandora-writes-one-piece · 1 month ago
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Hi Pandora! Happy Birthday!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day!
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I’m taking this opportunity to thank you for all the amazing stories you write for us, I love every single one of them. You’re such a talented writer ❤️.
I can’t help but play along, so here’s my request: Kid ! (I couldn’t choose anyone else 🥰 ). I wasn’t sure which prompts to pick, so I drew one randomly: "You make it hard to focus when you’re this close." f!reader, and I’ll let you choose between SFW or NSFW depending on what inspires you.
Thank you, Darling, and once again, Happy Birthday!!! 🫶
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Look at my menace of a captain getting all the requests! 🥰🥰 Oh and honeys, I went with NSFW, k??
@armiliadawn @lxshoxk and anon, thank you for the lovely words and birthday wishes and for all the support! I do hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it! 😇
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Wicked Game
Word Count: 2487
Tags: fem!reader; edging; self-pleasure; teasing; fluff; NSFW; MDNI; orgasm denial; pre-established relationship;
Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.
Summary: You've returned from a two-week mission away from the crew, and Kid doesn't leave his workshop to say hello. It's time to take matters into your own hands. Literally.
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You were so pissed at your captain/boyfriend it wasn’t even funny. Granted, you spent most of your days pissed at him for one thing or another, but it was all out of love and it usually led to great make-up sex. 
This time, though, you were about ready to grab his metal arm and shove it up his ass. The only thing stopping you was that the bastard might actually like that a little if you lubed the thing enough. 
You’d been away on a recon mission you’d volunteered for on a remote island for two weeks. Supposedly it was the home of a very rich hermit, and you were going to check out what type of security he had, trying to figure out if you could all charge head-on - like Kid loved to do - or needed to be a bit more discreet with your pillaging. 
It was all bollocks. There was a hermit but the only thing he was rich in was illusions. His mansion was a treehouse, his security was two fat and lazy gorillas and his riches were bananas and mangoes. 
That alone had made you angry, but what truly pissed you off was that you had been aboard the Victoria for half a day now and the idiot didn’t even bother to leave his workshop to say hello or to see if you were alive.
You’d debriefed with Killer and Wire and when you asked them about Kid, they just shrugged and said he was busy. Busy? Too busy to see you? Well, fuck that. You weren’t going to budge first. He’d come to you looking for pussy and you’d be so mad that he would have to beg for you to give it to him.
A throb between your legs told you otherwise. Chances were you’d be the one who’d end up begging for release, but you’d still make your point!
Night approached and still nothing. 
As you lay in his bed, waiting for him, you realised that maybe you’d really be the first one to cave. You missed him. Even more so since all you could smell in the bed was his scent, and it was driving you crazy with need and longing. 
Sighing, you rose, ready to fold and beg for a kiss or a touch. You suspected he was doing this because he’d objected to you going alone. You tried to plead because you were the stealthiest of the Kid Pirates and the best at recon, but he forbade you. You still sneaked out before they lifted anchor and, since none of them came after you, you guessed Killer, Heat and Wire convinced him that you knew what you were doing. So they waited for you far from the shore. 
Tiptoeing to the workshop, you groaned at the sight of the locked door. He obviously wouldn’t make this easy. Retracing your steps you retrieved your trusty lockpicks and then silently got to work on the lock. Though, subconsciously, you knew that, unless Kid was really distracted by the work he was doing, he’d sensed your approach since you’d left his room. 
With the softest of clicks the door unlocked and you silently entered his workshop. He had his headphones on because, even though he was the captain, nighttime was sacred for the crew to get their sleep and he would not disturb them with loud music. Your heart clenched at the sight of him, bending over his workbench with his back turned to you. His shirt was sweaty and clung to his body, his muscles rippling and flexing with his movements. You almost let out a wanton moan at the show of pure strength, you’d missed him.
Forgetting all about being stealthy, you strode to him with purposeful steps but the only acknowledgement you got was a slight tension in his neck, like a predator waiting for his prey to be in the right position to pounce. You leaned on the workbench and when he finally lifted his eyes from whatever he was working on, you smirked as his eyes took in every inch of you. You’d shed your pyjamas on the walk over to him, so you were only wearing lace panties, nothing else. 
With a slow movement, Kid removed the headphones from his head and set them aside, running his fingers through his sweaty hair and drinking you in, his lips curving into a smug smile.
“Hi.” You said, the syllable dragging slowly and sultrily, inviting him for something more. 
“Hi back.” He grunted.
“Missed me?” You cooed as you hoisted your body up with your hands, sitting at his workbench with your legs crossed demurely. 
“Aye.” You bit your lower lip and gently arched your body, teasing him, inviting him again, but he still wasn’t moving. 
“And?” You let your finger run down your neck, over the middle of your breasts and tease your nipple, making it go hard while your eyes still burned holes in his fiery ones. “Are you going to do something about it?”
He grunted as his throat bobbed up and down. To his credit, he was showing massive restraint. He must’ve been really upset with you because if he wasn’t, you’d be bent over the workbench by now. 
“Soon, be a good lass and let me finish this.” He resumed his work, grabbing his trinket from the workbench without sparing you another glance. 
What. The. Fuck.
“Are you serious, Kid?” You asked in disbelief but the only answer he graced you with was a grunt. You made a movement to get up, already pissed at him again for ignoring you, and ready to give him the silent treatment for however long it took, but you had a bright idea instead. “Fine. I don’t need you for this, anyway.”
You propped your legs on the workbench, opening them wide, and angling your body his way. You’d give Kid the show of his life. If he wanted to be a prick about your mission, two could play the anger game. 
Resuming your earlier teasing with your fingers, you played with your nipples, pinching them and rolling them slowly between your thumb and index finger. You made sure to exaggerate your breathing and panting, trying to get his attention, but he wasn’t even looking at you. The only thing that gave away the fact that he was paying close attention to what you were doing, was the ticking of his jaw and the slight bob of his throat. So you continued.
Just watching the veins on his forearm pulsing with the motions of his work while his skin glistened with sweat was making you drip already. Imagining how he would wrap his strong arm around your waist to hold you steady as he pounded relentlessly from behind was already starting to unravel the coil of want inside you. 
A deep moan emerged from your parted lips and this time you weren’t even exaggerating it. His hand twitched for a second, then he continued as if nothing was happening. Oh, this was going to be fun. Kid was so used to doing all the teasing, to edging you over and over again. Well now it was your turn. Secretly, you were already anticipating the things he would do to you as punishment, but for now, you’d decided to enjoy it. 
You left one hand on your nipple as the other one descended slowly down your stomach and then inside of your panties. You were soaked through. You teased the tip of your middle finger between your folds to gather some slick and a mewl escaped you. The ticking of Kid’s jaw increased tenfold. You were certain he could smell your arousal since he was so close, but his eyes remained steadfast on his work, though his hands were slightly trembling with tension. 
You inserted another finger and curled them to hit that perfect spot. Your legs twitched and trembled and another moan filled the silence. Pinching your nipple hard, you pictured Kid’s rough hands rolling it between his fingers as his tongue swirled the other. Then, you removed your fingers from inside you and started to circle your clit, softly first, then with a bit of pressure. You were so wound up that you knew you wouldn’t last long.
“Hmmm… Kid…” Your eyes were half-lidded, blurred with the mounting pleasure threatening to crest in your abdomen, but you caught the way his eyes shifted towards you, then your nipples, then your pussy. That alone made you throb harder and your fingers doubled down their efforts, making you moan louder. You could see the bulge in Kid’s pants, you were affecting him. 
Just the thought of his tongue inside you, and the way he could easily make you come on it, his fingers, or his cock - just the thought of sweet release by any of his ministrations - had you right on the brink, your pants increasing, your moans now a litany of incoherent words. You were there, right there at the edge, just another touch, another-...
Kid’s calloused hand grabbed yours, removing your fingers from your throbbing clit and making you whine in desperation while you glared at him. “Kid! I was about to come!”
“I know, lass. And I didn’t tell ya to. Ya only come when I tell ya to.” A shiver ran through your spine as your pussy throbbed harder and harder. “Now, do as I tell ya and be a good lass. Stay still. Ya make it hard to focus when yer this close.”
You whimpered again, having had your orgasm denied. It was just there! Kid was acting unaffected, but you saw how his hand palmed his dick through his pants with a soft grunt. He was trying to teach you a lesson, but it was being hard on him too. “Kid…” You whined, pressing your legs together, looking for some friction. 
“I’m almost done, lass. Keep playing with yerself.” You sucked in a gasp, your eager fingers already finding their way back to your waiting pussy. “But don’t come.” His voice was a warning and you pouted, you knew you were playing with fire, but damn did it feel good to get burned. 
You started to slowly roll your clit between your fingers, trying to please yourself without getting the release. It was hard, so, so hard. Clenching your teeth, you inserted your fingers inside your cunt and pumped them in and out, trying to avoid hitting that right spot too many times or you’d unravel in a heartbeat. Tears started to gather at the corner of your eyes as you were forced to stop, panting for air, your other hand clenched into a fist against the cold workbench. 
“Kid…” Another whine. “Please… please, please, let me come.”
“No, lass. Ya disobeyed my orders. I’m gonna make sure ya know who’s in charge here. Got it?” His eyes turned to you but your brain was too mushy to read what was in them, so you just nodded. “I didn’t catch that, lass. Who’s in charge?”
A broken moan left your lips as you were forced to stop your fingers again, a wave of pleasure that was building, suddenly flatlining, mounting up your frustration. “You, you, captain, sir. Please, Kid! Please!”
“I’m almost done.” He’d said that already! Many times! How many more times did he expect you to hold? “Keep at it, lass. I don’t see ya moving.”
You groaned in desperation, your fingers easily sliding inside you and you almost came from just that. You bit your lip hard until it drew blood and started to sob. “Kid… I’m sorry, I’m sorry I went alone.” Your apologies mixed with pleas and broken moans and you realised that Kid stopped his work to stare at you. “I will never disobey you again, never!”
The silence enveloped you both, only disturbed by your ragged breaths and pained whines. Then his stool screeched as he got up and your breath caught in your throat. He leaned over your body, his metal hand curling behind your neck as his lips drew near yours. His grin was impossibly smug as his eyes glinted with mischievousness. “That’s it. It wasn’t so hard, was it?” You shook your head, more broken pleas leaving your lips, he was so close. “Good lass, you can come now.” He drawled out before crashing his lips against yours, his calloused hand palming your cunt and just the touch of his rough thumb against your clit, together with the swirl of his tongue in your mouth, had you falling over the edge of release.
Your back arched against him as your hands clutched his arm, nails digging hard into his forearm, indenting bloodied crests into his skin as your legs twitched and clamped around his hand. He swallowed all of your moans in his kiss, as desperate for you as you were for him. His touch burned like the hottest of fires and you wanted to be consumed by it until you turned to ash. Your orgasm prolonged until it hit a peak and then it died down slowly, leaving you sobbing from the pleasure of release as Kid pulled away from your kiss, his fingers leaving your cunt and easing their way up your belly to cup your face.
“I’ve missed ya lass. I’ve missed those pretty noises you make for me.” You nodded, mumbling some incoherent words of agreement and murmuring something to express how you missed him too. He reached for the metal object he had been working on, the one he was keen to finish before you did, showing it to you.
It was a ring.
“Let’s see if it fits.” He grabbed your shaking hand and slid it onto your ring finger with ease. It was the perfect fit. It was beautifully intricate and it had the sparkliest of red stones, exactly the colour of his hair. “Perfect. I just need to polish it.” You were still staring at your hand, chest heaving up and down, still riding the bliss of your orgasm, and you couldn’t seem to close your mouth.
“Kid…? Is this…?”
“Aye. Be with me? Forever?”
The lump in your throat almost prevented you from answering, but Kid got all the approval he needed from your ragged sobs and nodding head.
“That a yes, lass? What happened to yer sass?”
“Yes, Kid, yes! It’s a yes!” He chuckled against your lips as you crashed into him again, arms curling around his neck and pulling him back to you. 
“Good. Now, I still haven’t punished ya enough. Yer about to learn what happens when ya disobey my orders.” His happy smile was quickly overtaken by the most unhinged grin ever. As he slowly unbuttoned his pants and you felt the coil of desire burning tighter again, you knew that this was the man you wanted beside you for the rest of your life.
No matter how infuriating he was. 
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blues824 · 2 years ago
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Happy Holidays! Could I have Housewardens + Jamil with a female s/o who cooks/bakes food for the holidays for them and their dorms? Thank you!
I'm so sorry that this took so long, Anon! I hope you had your fair share of happy holidays in the past few weeks!
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Riddle Rosehearts
What you made: Strawberry tart with chocolate message over the top
It was a no-brainer that Riddle favored strawberry tarts over all other desserts, so you decided to add something that would definitely appeal to his sweet tooth. You had chosen to write a message upon the tart in chocolate.
The following day, you went to Heartslabyul and presented a neatly wrapped box to your boyfriend. The Housewarden had to admit that he wasn’t expecting a gift from you, but he was excited nonetheless. He carefully unwrapped the box to see a neatly packaged tart with a message in chocolate, saying Happy Holidays!
He then led you over to the table that he was previously sitting at and asked you to stay and share the dessert with him. It was silly to think one would eat a tart on their lonesome when they had such great company. He waited until you sat down to push your chair in. He cut the tart into two pieces, and you both had a wonderful time hanging out with each other.
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Leona Kingscholar
What you made: Medium-rare 8 oz. steaks with mashed potatoes and collard greens
You knew how much Leona loved meat, but you also knew that he hated vegetables. So you invited him over for a low-key date. He was down, mainly because you agreed that you would cuddle with him under the stars as you both enjoyed a picnic with each other.
When Leona showed up in his pj’s along with a few blankets, he had to admit that you looked gorgeous, even though you were just wearing plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt. When you both sat down, he didn’t like how far away you were from him so he pulled you closer. Your knees were touching, and he got his serving (he even picked up some greens).
For the next few hours, you both just talked about whatever came to mind. Leona told you about how there was a legend in his homeland that said the stars were the great kings that passed years ago. He expected you to laugh, but you had fallen asleep. He took this time to admire you and how sweet you were for making sure he had a good meal.
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Azul Ashengrotto
What you made: Fried chicken with green beans, sweet potatoes, and fried okra
Azul had invited you over to the Mostro Lounge for a private date in his office. He hadn’t been able to hang out with you all week and he missed you, so you thought it would be extra special to make him his favorite food. However, since you knew that Azul was worried about gaining weight, you paired the chicken with some healthier sides.
When the cecaelia sees you in the doorframe, he is so relieved. He walks over and presses a kiss on your cheek while he takes the food from your hands and places it on his desk. When he opens it, he is immediately hit with the wonderful smells.
He was trained to be a gentleman, so he had you sit down across from him at his desk and he even pushed in your chair for you. As you both served yourselves, you indulged in great conversations. Azul deems the fried chicken as the best he’s ever had. Maybe it’s because his girlfriend made it for him and therefore was made with your love. He’s been told that it makes food taste better.
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Kalim Al-Asim
What you made: Mango mochi with coconut milk.
You were aware of Kalim’s taste for coconut, so you decided to make him a dessert that had elements of coconut in it. It ended up being a Japanese-tropical theme dessert in the end, but you were absolutely certain that your boyfriend was going to love it.
The excitement on his face as he opened Scarabia’s door to find you with a container of food. He trusted you with his life, and that meant you were able to make him some food without him feeling like he was in danger of being poisoned. He led you to the lounge where he helped you to the ground. He sat next to you and opened the container.
He had to admit that this was one of the best desserts he has ever had. The mango and coconut paired nicely with each other. You held up a mochi to his mouth and he ate it out of your hand. Before you had the chance to bring your hand back down, he quickly swallowed the mochi and pressed a kiss to the palm and gave you a beaming smile.
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Jamil Viper
What you made: Thai chicken coconut curry 
You both decided that since Jamil wouldn’t be able to have time to hang out with you by yourselves, it was best for you to join him in making dinner for his dorm. Curry was chosen to be the main course, and so you rolled up your sleeves and started making it.
You both had fun cooking with each other. It was one of your favorite pastimes, and it made Jamil’s chore seem more tolerable. You were a great team, and you operated as though you could read each other’s minds. It was truly a magnificent sight.
As you were finishing setting up the table, Jamil quietly walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips while burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath tickled you, but you leaned back into his arms. He whispered a small thank you, and you just stood there for a bit until it was time to serve dinner.
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Vil Schoenheit 
What you make: A strawberry-banana smoothie with rutabaga vegetable shakshuka
Vil likes to eat healthy, so you decided that you should make him breakfast so he doesn’t always have to drink the smoothies he makes every single morning. You texted him the night before and told him that you were making him food for him in the morning so that he wouldn’t make anything.
He admitted to himself that he was very excited to see what you would make. He was certain you knew his food preferences, and he knew about your talents in the culinary arts. He is placing a lot of trust in you since breakfast is the most important meal of his day. You gently woke him up, and it was a waking up he welcomed happily.
He thought the food was heavenly, it was a nice change of pace rather than having another smoothie by itself. He was happy to hear that all the ingredients were clean and healthy, and he considers taking you up on your offer about giving him some recipes he could try. Before you left, he made sure to place a gentle kiss on your temple before walking you to the door.
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Idia Shroud
What you make: Chocolate Peppermint Cookies
Your lovely boyfriend had a sweet tooth himself, so you thought that you would treat him to some cookies. Since the holidays were nearing, you thought it was fitting to incorporate some candy canes into the treat. That’s how you came up with the idea.
The next afternoon, when classes were out of session, you brought the container of cookies over to Ignihyde. Idia opened the door and kind of pulled you inside. At this point, he had gotten very comfortable around you and was slowly growing accustomed to physical touch. He looked at the cookies and he was touched that you would go out of your way to do something like this for him.
You reached in, grabbed a cookie, and brought it to Idia’s mouth. The ends of his hair went bright pink as he leaned forward and took a bite out of the baked good. He treasured soft moments like these more than you would ever know.
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Malleus Draconia
What you made: Peppermint bark ice cream
Over the course of your relationship Malleus has given you so much, such as the heart of his dragon hoard. You decided that since they didn’t have the best chef in Diasomnia, you would repay a small ounce of his generosity by making him his favorite frozen treat.
The dragon fae was super excited when he saw you at the front door of his dorm, and you seemed to have a basket in your hand. After gently taking it from you when you entered, he set it on the table before going to wrap you in a hug. You then took his hand and led him to the basket, and took out the preserved container of ice cream.
The expression on his face made you think of a golden retriever getting a treat. As he dives in (don’t worry, you get a serving as well), you explain the intention behind it. He stops eating and tells you with a straight face that he gave you the emerald because he saw you as his mate and that it was basic dragon culture to give their lover the heart of their hoard. You blushed so freaking hard.
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harrysmimi · 8 months ago
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Still Want You
Synopsis: Harry wants a restart but YN still feels guilty for what happened
More of my work | Based on this ask
I really hope you like this anon. Took me pong enough to write this.
PS. I haven't edited this cuz I am too lazy. I'm sowwyyy :(
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Harry was nervous knocking on the door. He tugged on the neckline of his t-shirt as he dripped the small bouquet of red and white roses, a box of chocolate covered almonds and a small pack of cat treats.
He was there to see his favourite girl and his favourite boy ever.
It's been almost a year he has seen YN. He was finally ready to start over and get his life together, since past ten months he's had a great tour, released a new album and was back on a little break.
YN and Harry have been together for well over two years, inseparable and madly in love with one another. Harry loved the fact that she was his little secret that he so selfishly wanted to keep with him. Which unfortunately was one of the reason which drove them apart.
His breath hitched when she opened the door and first thing a white fluffy cat with big green eyes came to greet him. That was Prince, the cat he adopted for her for her birthday, he was (and his) their son. Prince loves Harry deeply to say the least.
"Harry?" Her voice was barely audible but he hear her nerves getting through her just loud enough. She is an anxious person, he knows that.
"YN!" He greeted her with a pleasant yet sad enough smile. She moved aside so he can come in and closed the door when he did.
It was a new place, just three streets away from the place he rented for them to move in together, as a surprise. It was small, just enough for a person and a pet. Everything looked dull and gloomy, there was just a bed with a pillow, and a sofa seperating the room into a living area and a bedroom. It was like her old flat she first moved into, but a little smaller and two rooms less as she shared that one with a roommate, there was a seperate living room at least.
YN got him a glass of water the first thing as he took a seat on the sofa. He could see she had set up her laptop up on the coffee table with a dozen unread emails and half eaten plate of Rice and Daal with a side of raw mango pickle. She sat on the other side of the sofa waiting patiently for him to start the conversation.
"I wanted to see you." He started to which she just smiled. "YN look I am sorry for what happened, but let's start all over again please!"
"I should be the one apologising." She looked at him with the same guilt he saw all those months ago.
It was months ago YN and Harry were starting have little arguments here and there. It was unusual for him. Yes, YN would have her bursts of frustration and anger here and there but Harry always made sure to be the mature one understanding the circumstances of situation. He'd be the one sitting her down and making her talk her mind and heart and share the same when she'd unknowingly hurt his feelings. He's always been patiently wonderful with that.
But they were both particularly bitter about the situations which were coming up one by one. It started with when YN wanted to bring home with her for her Diwali break. Even though her and her family did not celebrate it, they were willing to meet up with him and spend the holidays, even one of her cousin was getting married right after Diwali. It was a huge thing for YN, he knew that. But he had chosen to back down.
A festival and a wedding means there would be people, and where there are people, means there would be countless pictures and with his lifestyle, he prefers to keep his private life private. It means he wouldn't have been able to keep his dreamy little secret, a secret. He wanted to meet her family but in private. While her intentions were never vile, he knew the internet would ruin her mental peace.
But soon after they had to stop going out together on dates, to eat out. She had to stop being seen with him. Which made YN feel hurt.
She wanted to everything with Harry. Yeah, she was willing to endure everything given what came to be with him, hell she was even sceptical for weeks after he asked her out for the first time for the same thing! But once she was all in, she was willing to risk it all. She even put on an armer and spoke to her very strict brown parents about him.
YN was angry at him for months.
All she wanted was share what they had with not having to constantly look over their shoulders. And him protecting her got no where, still to this date she recieves nasty comments online. Even her LinkedIn profile is not safe for her to log into gor work.
Though she feels guilty for what she did. Despite her annoyance and frustration what she did was not right in any sense.
She was out with her colleagues and had kissed her colleague Harry hated the most, to which she came clean after whole three weeks. Just when Harry had cooked her an amazing meal and bought her favourite flowers to apologise for being so overly protective and to ask her to move in with him. She wasn't drunk that day, she has never touched alcohol in her life.
Just as YN was about to say something, her work phone started ringing. He somehow forgot she works from home most of the time and it wasn't a weekend. She excused herself to answer the ohone to ask to person to postpone whatever she had to do.
"I'm sorry about that," she placed the phone face down on the coffee table to look at him. YN still hasn't been able to forgive herself for what she did. She should have been mature and talk to him.
Since their time apart her life had a big down fall, and it's falling down in the blackhole some hell universe. She had switched her job, her family back home was going through hell and she couldn't go back because who would help her family if she went back home. Her grand dad had passed and their family business was crashing each passing day. Her dad and his brother could do so much with handling biggest loss of their life. She was going through a lot in that moment. But that does not justify her actions what so ever!
Harry told her, he needed some time. And by some she never thought it was be more then ten months and few rebounds later. They never officially broke up or even had that conversation. She deserved to see all that, she made herself believe that. She was more upset with herself than she was to be with him when they never actually called off anything. That was that.
"Have taken me long enough to come in and say that I accept your apologies." He spoke as he carefully tried to move closer to her. He doesn't want her to move away. "I was equally responsible for hurting you after the same."
Harry could see her relax a bit but stiffen up again, so he carefully moved closer to her. "Look we can at least be good friends." He softly spoke as he took her hand, still remembering the feeling like it was yesterday. Her hands still held that warmth he never forgot and they still felt tiny against his own.
YN let out a shaky breath. She have been trying. Trying so hard to get over little heartbreak, it was more harder than when she had her heart broken for the first time. She thought about being friends with him and actually trying to reconcile just so she can have a great person like him in her life again.
Alas she is a jealous person, and she can see him with anyone else. She don't want to be that toxic friend to anyone, so she had made up her mind that if Harry didn't wanted to be back with her she'd never ask to be at least his friend. She looked up at him through her lashes as tears filled her eyes.
"I can't." She admitted.
"Hey, come here!" He whispered as he wrapped his arm around her.
YN never thought she'd be so vulnerable after seeing him again. She had been preparing herself to be strong and act like she has grown much mature and not breakdown, but she did. "I am so sorry!" She started chanting in muffled voice, guilt of hurting him stil felt so saw like it happened just a minute ago.
"Hey, hey, you're fine, you're fine." He gently smoothed her hair as he rubbed her back.
"I still, I still can't get that out of my head!" She muffled again his shirt.
"It's gonna take time." He admitted, "but if you give us a chance, we can make it work. I promise will try my best love. It's been so hard to breathe without you."
"I cheated on you. I don't deserve you, you deserve someone so much better than me." She broke from the hug, a little frustrated maybe. At herself to be exact.
"So did I." He admitted too. Maybe it's not right to get together back again but he have seen being get through so much worse together. Maybe, just maybe they can work it out. Yes, they can work it out. "Told you need a break and did the same. Maybe this is wrong, to get back together. But maybe we could make it the best thing ever. I promise I won't try so hard to protect you from every little thing which comes with my profession."
"I still haven't forgiven myself, Harry," corners of her mouth quivered, "I haven't."
"You want some time, take as much time as you need. Still want you, my love. That's all."
She just nodded and they sat in silence for what felt like ages until YN broke the silence with her sniffles, she wiped her tears and looked at him. "You want some daal chawal?" She knows how much he loves that.
He let out a soft shy chuckle, "you know I am not going to say no."
"I'll get you a plate." He nodded and walked to the kitchen.
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It was four months later. YN and Harry started to talk more recently and back together officially, giving one another time they need.
It wasn't until just just on Sunday YN agreed to go on a date with him for next weekend, her day off. He was going to take her see Niall at the Wembley. It was Monday and Harry couldn't wait already.
Waiting for Saturday and going to studio like a torture to him for the first time. He haven't got to see YN much since he visited her, she had been busy with her work. Apparently she was getting a promotion, she'd be the youngest senior manager at her firm and the pressure was too much so he did not wanted to be in her way. But they spoke, stayed on phone calls on her lunch break and texted throughout the day as both of them got free time. Late replies did mot seemed so bad after all now.
It was finally Saturday and Harry was there to pick up YN at her flat. He was all stocked up on the water bottles as it was hot, he knew she wanted to stand in the merch line and buy almost every single thing even though she can get everything delivered to her doorstep on her one command. She is a true Niall fan. He still remembers the first time she got to meet Niall, she was freaking out and now they've become best of friends.
"Hello my love." He greeted her as she opened the door.
"I am so sorry, I forgot to send this important file that why I am late." She anxious ran to her bathroom to where he followed her.
"It's alright love, the show doesn't start for next six hours." He assured her. "And knowing Niall, it won't start for next ten, so don't worry about it." She laughed at that comment.
She was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a large white shirt keeping it simple and cute, should he add. She had her hair in a braid and put on a pair of silver hoops. And they were ready to go. "Oh we're matching!"
"Oh yeah!" He realised.
She rolled her eyes, "when are you going to stop copying me." He just chuckled and walked a step forward to place a soft peck on the back of her head.
"Never." He mumbled taking in the smell of her shampoo."You look very pretty, love when you wear Kajal."
"I am going to look like a panda real quick." She grabbed her glasses off the counter and put them on.
"A gorgeous panda, might I add." He added and recieved a elbow to his rib before they both fell in fit of laugh. She grabbed her sling bag on the way out. But Harry stopped her at the exit of her building.
"Before we walk out, I have to tell you something." He let out a anxious breath. "We are taking Sam with us, just to be safe, okay? Don't want anyone of us getting hurt unknowingly."
"Okay." She nodded. Well that's understandable, if not for her, for him at least. No one knows her there but every fucking one knows him there. Once they walked out of the building, he found he even got a chauffeur for the day.
"Oh yeah, one more thing." He reached the back pocket his jeans and pulled out a tennis bracelet.
It was the Tiffany bracelet he got her one random day just because, and she wore it every single day no matter if it went with her outfit or not since then. He recieved that back when she returned all his stuff back to him with all of his hoodies and the tad bits of gift he gave her.
"You still kept it?" She looked rather surprised.
"Of course I kept it, know how much you cherish this." He gently grabbed her hand and placed the bracelet around her wrist, he tried to approach her with a kiss but she cuddle close to him swiftly dodging the moment. He just needs to give her some time so he settled with placing a gentle peck on her head.
They reached the venue in half an hour, stood in the line to buy the merch and just making it in time for lunch with Niall. YN did not expect Harry to get VIP passes, even though the performer is literally his best friend. She still did not expected to go to a concert with VIP passes. Yes she saw Harry perform multiple times but it was with his family in the privacy box standing by the side of the stage. This was whole knew experience for her. They were going to the VIP tent there with Niall's mum and girlfriend.
"Be careful here." Harry grabbed her hand as he guided her through the metal walkway around the stage to the pit area where the tent was. He knows these things are nasty slippery even through they have little bumps on them which are supposed to be slip resistant.
The whole evening Harry wasn't afraid of how people would treat the girl he loves so much. He wasn't afraid of hold her thinking about all the nasty things people might say. He sang and danced all evening along with her with his best friend performing there. It was when Niall was playing This Town with his guitar trapped on, at the end of the cat walk.
Harry's got his arms around the girl he adore so much to sing along, just so she can hear him. "If the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you. Drive highways and byways to be there with you, over and over the only truth, everything come back to you." That made her turn her head around to look at him, he couldn't hold back the bright smile as he placed a kiss on the apple of her cheek, "you still make me nervous when you walk in the room, them butterflies they come alive when I'm next to you, over and over the only truth everything comes back to you, hmmm!" YN leaned into him there. She could start crying.
"You wanna take a picture?" He suggested as the song ended.
"Oh yes!" YN pulled out her phone from her bag and the posed for a few selfies and Harry clicked a few pictures of her while Niall was in between set change.
After the show, Harry her took her to her favourite place for dinner. And that was about the night before he drive her back to her place with all the merch she bought.
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It was a few more months later.
YN mostly worked from home, she only ever had to go to work if there was a meeting or briefing to be done. It was one of those days for her, but more important somehow. Her day at work ended at three in the afternoon as she was early reporting to work. She had taken in a cab there as her car at the service centre. So Harry decided to go pick her up.
Harry waited for her outside her work building as he couldn't go in because the security won't let him in without an ID. He don't have that obviously, because he is not an employee there and he knew YN was done anyway so he didn't mind waiting for her by his car. He was dressed all comfy in a pair of sweats and puffer with a beanie on his head. It was November already and getting colder already.
YN did not liked Mondays, that's what he knew really. But this particular Monday she was very giddy and got up at six in the morning and reported to work at eight sharp. He wasn't sure what was so special about today but she seemed very ecstatic about it.
"Harry!" He hear his name as she ran out of the door, dressed in a baby pink suit and her black coat on top of it with her laptop bag slung around her right shoulder. The first thing she did was jump in his arms to place a firm kiss on his mouth. Taking Harry by utter shock. It was the first time they kissed, he did not mind it, he rather loved it actually. "I. Got. The promotion!" She squealed stomping like a little toddler. He could see little tears of joy in corner of her eyes.
"Oh my goodness!" He was surprised to hear that too, she has been after this promotion for so long, "I am so proud of you baby!" He pulled her in a warm hug. He had seen her obsess about this project wanting it to be perfect for one of the biggest clients in her firm, followed by which she would happen her promotion.
"You are?" She cooed, sounding like she'd cry.
"Yes baby, I am!" He exclaimed as he squeezed her tighter, "so, so, so proud of you my love!" He carefully pulled apart enough to look at her. "You deserved it." He placed a kiss on her forehead. She just buried her face in his chest.
"I need to call Mumma." She chuckled as she pulled away to wipe her tears.
"Yeah?" He smiled, "give me this, call you mum." He grabbed her laptop bag and proceeded to place it on the back seat as she made her way to the passenger seat calling her mother already.
They had the day planned out already, they were going to go to his place. The new place he got just a month ago in a more gated area with more security for her personal safety.
"You kissed me." Harry said as he closed his front door, she had already taken off her coat. His puffer was already off in the car itself.
"Yes..." YN nodded anxiously, "I am sorry if you didn't wanted me to."
"Are you kidding me? I've been dying to kiss you my love!" He took a big step towards her as he grabbed her by her waist to place a gentle kiss on her mouth. "Oh I've missed this!" He place another feathery kiss on corner of her mouth, he could feel her melt in his arms there as her knees almost gave in. With his arm on her back and behind her knees he picked her up as he spun her around.
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It was another day of celebration for YN as she was able get another big project in to the firm just a year after her promotion, her superior arranged a little dinner party for her. It was a very formal event, with the CEO and all the vice presidents present there. Of course she took Harry with him.
Harry had drove YN back to her place his place as they planned last minute on spending the weekend in at his. They both changed into some comfy clothes.  Luckily Harry kept all of her clothes as they were.
They both got comfy on the sofa. "Need some water." Harry got up from his place and walked in the kitchen. The kitchen at his new was surprised put of sight from living room and it was weirdly quite at his, except Prince snoring next to her. Harry was watching him for the day while YN was at work. He had a blast the three hours Harry was at the dinner with her, running around the house that he passed out on the sofa there.
Harry came back, acting a bit fiddly. He watched as YN flipped through Netflix. He knew he have to do this. He wants to do this.
He placed a kiss on her mouth before he got on both his knees with her hands in his, their laced finger layed on her lap. He had to resist himself from giving her get another kiss or he would forget to say what he is going to say.
"What happened?" She asked looking at him confused.
"I've got say something." He started with a bright smile and flushed cheeks. "Rather I've got something to ask you."
"If you're asking me to move in, then not until—"
"We get married, I know." He interrupted her, "I actually wanted to ask you, will you marry me? You don't have to answer now, take as much time as possible. As long as it takes, I still want you." He could feel his heart thumping in his ears.
"You are serious with this?" She asked in a low voice, not believing what is happening, as her eyes welled up with tears. "You want to get married?"
"Yes, I am damn serious about this." He announced. "I want to get married."
"Yes, I will marry you Harry!" She exclaimed as pulled him in for a hug. Suddenly there were claps heard from the kitchen as her family and Harry's family walked out. "What the—" she hid her face in Harry's shirt as she knew her kajal was all messed up already, Gemma was recording this. Harry laughed as he looked at her face and helped her fix her face, wiping her tears with the sleeve of white shirt he wore.
"It's okay, your cute panda face is just for me to see." He whispered to her making her chuckle.
"It's official now!" YN's mum announced. It was just their immediate family. Harry's parents and his sister, her parents and her brothers. And they knew there was going to be a proper engagement ceremony done, not today but someday.
Harry wanted to give YN a heads up, given the fact how their relationship took a turn and how hard it was mend things and beat the odds. He didn't expected her to say yes then and there but he was prepared with a ring. Anne handed him the ring he had custom made just for his girl.
"Want to make it official, official." He opened the box to reveals a beautiful ring, which he took time in sliding onto her finger.
"Even we have a surprise for you." YN's brother announced as he handed his sister a box too. It was a platinum band in there. Just a cultural thing where it is permissible for men to wear gold or jewels, Harry respects that. He knows they are going to have a proper engagement ceremony planned out in future all abiding by her cultural rituals. This was just for family and their eyes only.
She slid the ring on his finger too. And they were officially, officially engaged now.
This wasn't something Harry imagined would ever happen.
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Well... Had this in my inbox for a while while now. I am so so so sorry this took forever to post! 🤧 Hope you liked it. Ik I'm a bit rusty that I haven't wrote anything since like January.
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Hello there anon, and thank you for the prompt! I got so excited with this I accidentally posted your ask without answering it (I'm so sorry😭😭) so I'm afraid I have to use a screenshot. I hope you like reading this!
Character Swap - Arjuna and Karna
1.
Phalguna comes to Kuntidesha as it always does, but this year the air is colder, and the soil is wet with rain. The ponds are full and even rivers flow swifter, for Indra turns his eye upon them.
Princess Pritha bears the last few weeks of her womanly toil with ill grace; she is yet sixteen, face perpetually wrinkled in agony. The King of Gods has promised her maidenhood, Pritha thinks she would have given that up to be rid of this soreness.
When her time comes one cloudy eve, her trusted maid kneels by her screaming self, and snips the cord off a divine child.
The babe is soft and beautiful, with her looks and her smile and her curled hair; he yawns in restless sleep like a little dark moon. Pritha’s head is bent in prayer, her still-young heart is numb. She is a princess of two noble Kings, a star in the darkness of Āryavarta. Few women have her fortune, even lesser have her power, and yet she is just another girl, at the mercy of sages and gods, and the thought makes Pritha's head bow lower.
She stands by the raging Aswa as her maid gently sets the basket afloat, for foolish she may be, but cruelty comes only through her orders, and never by her hand, and the sky shatters with thunder and rain. Of all the recipients of Indra’s wrath, there has never been one more tragic.
His father from his heavenly throne names the child Arjuna, swears to guide and lead and bestow divine counsel, but as songs later let us know: he is ever known by his mothers’ names, for he is Rādha and Pritha's son.
2.
Karna is born the last of Kunti’s sons, and the third of Pāndu’s scions. He comes into the world like a shining light, with her face and her smile and her curls in his hair. For the first few weeks, Kunti cannot bear to look at the babe, and nurses him with her eyes to the sky. The sun shines upon them, bright and reprimanding, and Kunti wills Surya to chastise his own brother.
To Mādri she says, and to a concerned Pāndu, that the birth tired her, to the child she murmurs tales of a long-lost brother.
“He looked just like you,” Kunti tells him, as Karna swings in his cradle. It is a rickety thing, old as Yudhisthira, and worn with Bheema’s fervour, but it is a cradle still, and Kunti wonders if her other son ever knew one.
“I think you would have loved him,” Kunti says, wistfully, weaving dreams out of her yearning. “He would have been your big brother.”
The boy in the cradle coos at her, toothless smile lighting up the world, and for a moment his face is dark, and outside it rains, and the babe in her arms is Indra’s child.
3.
“You are terrible,” Arjuna scowls at Duryodhana, even though his father has taken great pains to counsel him otherwise. “He is just having fun.”
Duryodhana turns an interesting shade of purple. “His fun involves beating up my brothers and acting innocent when Pitāmaha asks him about it.”
Arjuna has no reason to defend this new prince, one whom he has never seen nor met, but his mouth betrays him once more. “That is not a good enough reason to kill him. You are merely jealous.”
“Kill whom?” says a voice, and Arjuna nigh jumps out of his skin as a boy swings down from the mango tree.
“Karna,” Duryodhana sighs. “Are you troubling the squirrels again?”
“No,” the boy says, shoving his fist behind his back. He is barely five and... light; his eyes are light and honey-brown, his hair is the light of sunshine on tree-barks, and his face glows like day. “You’re going to kill my brother,” he repeats stubbornly.
Arjuna blinks; his father would not forgive him for this.
Duryodhana sighs once more. “Your brother is beating mine up.”
“I will tell him not to,” Karna promises, and Arjuna is a little sorry for the boy – all wobbling lips and earnest eyes. “I will tell Mother if he does. Please don’t kill him.”
Arjuna expects Duryodhana to say something like ‘Run along, child’ or ‘Do not eavesdrop on your elders’, but the prince has an indulgent, almost fond look on his face.
“Give me that,” he says, pointing at the hand Karna has behind his back. Arjuna thinks it a cruel thing to ask, then the boy reluctantly brings out a bursting handful of areca nuts, and Arjuna has to laugh.
Duryodhana smiles as well, plucks one of the six in his hand. Karna drops two others, and as he bends to retrieve his fallen treasures, Duryodhana ruffles his hair.
“Run along now, little scamp,” the Kaurava prince says.
“Are you going to kill him?” Karna asks, eyes wide and worried.
“No,” Duryodhana assures him, “but remember what we agreed, yes?”
Karna beams at them, one after the other. “I will! See you.”
With that, he is gone.
Duryodhana cracks the nut and hands half of it to Arjuna – sinfully possessive one moment, impossibly generous the next.
Arjuna gapes at him. “Are you really not going to kill Bheem?”
Duryodhana glowers at him. “Go lay an egg,” he says, rudely, and stalks off. Arjuna stares at his retreating back, confused.
But no news comes that day, or the next, or any of the weeks after, and slowly, Arjuna learns to breathe easier.
4.
“Who is that?” Krishna asks.
Karna starts, he has not been paying attention. Krishna is the scion of faraway Dwārika, and not much of an acquaintance in any manner of the term, although the dark haired prince claims he has hardly ever been outside Vrindāvan, and never to the city by the sea.
“Pardon me,” Karna says, contrite, “whom do you speak of?”
“That boy,” says Krishna, and points towards a lone figure lurking by the stables.
“That is Arjuna. His father is Pitāmaha's charioteer.”
“May I speak to him?”
“Excuse me,” Karna hails the older boy, “can you spare a moment?”
Arjuna appears at his side, all muddy fringes and stiff bows. “Greetings, princes.”
“Greetings,” Karna nods. “This is Krishna, my cousin. Krishna, Arjuna.”
Krishna is tall and dark, his young face beams with pleasure. “How do you do, Pārtha?”
Arjuna blinks. “Uh... I am not called that. My mother’s name is Rādha.”
Krishna gives him a secret smile, and waves at someone above his head. Karna, distracted by a squirrel, nearly misses it.
“Duryodhana?” he says, delighted, when he notices the other boy on the balcony. “Come down, come down.”
Krishna shakes his arm. “Perhaps, the four of us can go to the garden?”
Sometime later, the four of them are seated around a bush, shears in hand. The rose shrub is not big enough to make a topiary out of, but Queen Gandhari has arranged tables around it with the hopes of giving the boys a more fruitful pastime to channel their excitement into.
“And what should I do?”
Arjuna is seated beside Krishna, facing the others. Duryodhana picks up his shears and snips a stray leaf. “We have to make this appear smooth and shapely.”
“Why?”
Karna stares at him. “Because Aunt Gandhari says so, of course.”
Krishna pulls his legs up on the bench, lifts a fist to the air. “Let’s dooo it!”
For the next couple of hours they work diligently, or at least pretend to, for Duryodhana starts kicking Karna under the bench, and Karna kicks him back, and it is an entertaining game; Krishna, meanwhile, shows Arjuna how and where to snip – he has clever eyes, and his hands are dexterous.
When they finally leave, one side of the bush poorer than the other, Krishna swings his hands around his new friend’s shoulders and lags behind the two princes. “You were saying Guru Drona does not want to teach you?”
Arjuna flushes. “That is true. It is er... his choice, of course, no disrespect intended.”
Krishna’s eyes twinkle. “Dau and I are going to study with Guru Sāndīpani. Do you wish to come with?”
Arjuna chances a glance at Karna, barely jealous, but there still. “I think I would like that.”
5.
“Can we not do this here?” Arjuna hisses. His father looks over from the garden where he and Rādha Mā are talking to Lord Bhishma, and Arjuna is afraid.
“Come now,” Duryodhana groans. “We are settling it man to man, just as Pitāmaha wanted. What is wrong now?”
Arjuna glances at the Pāndava brothers, aching with the weight of Anga’s crown and the knowledge of the Jatugrīha. “Why am I a part of this conversation?”
Yudhisthira coughs politely, as he is wont to. It gets on Arjuna's nerves like nothing else. “If you will excuse me,” he says, “we must greet our mother.”
The Pāndavas glance up as one, and Arjuna notices Dowager Empress Kunti hurrying down the steps.
“Mother,” Karna and Sahadeva exclaim excitably and there is a flurry of motion as they settle down to accept their blessings. To his surprise, Duryodhana follows, and he is compelled to join in the flock.
“There you are, darling,” Kunti says, pulling him up, then freezes.
Something old and forgotten stirs within Arjuna – a shadow of a memory, a wisp of a dream, a woman still as a flame with a child in her arms. Mother, he nearly says, ancient words soaring to his mouth, the shapes of them lingering on his tongue. Mother, look what we have brought home.
Then the Grandfather joins them and the moment is gone.
His father throws him a disapproving glance, and Arjuna shrinks from the princes. His mother, though, is staring at Karna.
“Vāsu...?” she whispers, as if to a ghost, and Karna turns.
“Yes, Mā?”
“His name is Karna,” Bheema declares loudly, and glares at them. The prince has not yet forgiven Arjuna’s stunt at the Graduation, even if Karna claims he would have done the same.
Radha Mā looks flustered, and Karna shifts in discomfort, as if put on a stage for a part he does not know how to play. Adhiratha grabs Arjuna and wraps an arm around his wife.
“Please forgive her, Prince,” he says, and starts pulling them away. “By your leave...”
Arjuna supposes they have embarrassed his father enough. His mother walks as if in a trance. “Vāsu?” she murmurs under her breath. “Vāsusena... child, where are you gone?”
Arjuna, alarmed, turns one last time. Karna is miserable and bewildered, staring after Rādha like a lost child, and Kunti's eyes, seeking him, are wet with tears.
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Arjuna sits silent and still, horror trembling beneath his skin like a fluttering bird.
“Duryodhana, please...” Arjuna whispers, unsure of what he begs, and fearful of the prince's wrath.
“I bet my brother, Karna,” Yudhisthira says, drunk on dharma and shivering with repentance. “If I win, I shall have him and all that is on the board; if you do, then he is yours.”
Karna looks up, stunned. There is betrayal on his face, and Arjuna’s heart stings. Even Duryodhana frowns, for Karna alone of all his cousins he names a friend.
“As you say,” Shakuni shrugs, and rolls his dice. “Lo! I win!”
Karna rises from his seat without being asked, walks over to kneel beside his brothers. His mien is smooth and calm now, all torment shielded behind a mask, but Bheema leaps up, enraged.
“Brother!” he tells Yudhisthira, “Hear me! Cease this madness before you lose all else.”
“I cannot leave them to this fate, Bheema,” Yudhisthira says, and picks the dice again. “I stake Bheema.”
“No, wait,” Duryodhana says, brows furrowed. “Māmāshree, do not bet now.”
The two players look up.
“No more?” Yudhisthira repeats slowly, as if he thought this game would go on forever, till the last brother was staked, and perhaps his wife and mother as well.
“Are you sure, my dear?” Shakuni asks.
Duryodhana ignores both of them, strides over to Karna. “Come with me.”
“I shall split your head open,” Bheema roars from beside Yudhisthira. “Leave him alone.”
“I won him,” Duryodhana reminds him coldly, “and I would that he comes with me.”
Karna rises with a grace that startles Arjuna, no longer the clumsy middle prince who dropped things, just like he is no longer a charioteer's dutiful son.
“I will go,” he says, and Yudhisthira turns to the court at large. “Please forgive my brother’s outburst.”
Arjuna wants to slap him.
Duryodhana wraps an arm around Karna's shoulders, and steers him to the doors. For a moment it appears that Bheema would follow, but then the Kaurava prince dismisses the guards, and they step just outside, far enough so no one can overhear whispers, but near enough that they are seen, and a fuming Bheema sits back down.
Arjuna sits and waits for a long time, like all others at court, even the blind Emperor, who can never walk without his son, and thinks miserably of how much Krishna would disapprove.
He is about to join them, either to pacify or to add fuel to the fire, when Karna speaks, loud and sarcastic enough to be heard all over the court. “I loved it. I loved it so much I am going to write a play about it, and have actors sent to perform it all over Āryavarta. Why, I should- ”
Duryodhana catches his flailing hands, shushes him. They whisper once more. The blind Emperor swivels his head in apparent confusion. Arjuna gets up to intervene.
Then Duryodhana walks in, a furious Karna in tow.
Arjuna seizes him by the arm. “Let them go, Duryodhana,” he pleads. “Do not do this.”
His patron and friend...? looks at him quietly for a long time, so long that Arjuna very nearly reaches for his bow.
Dhritarashtra, for once in his life, takes the cue. “Court is dismissed,” he calls, and the ordeal is over.
“You have counselled me wisely,” Duryodhana says at last. “Now, and before. It is a shame that I heeded you not.” Then he raises his head and says aloud, without preamble or explanation, “Let all be returned and restored to the Pāndava princes. Thank you, noble ones, for joining us in this game. We shall retire soon for lunch.”
Two years later, when the knowledge of the game is a rumour, and the incident at Indraprastha's lake is forgotten, Karna comes alone to Hastinapura. Krishna, who is visiting, gives Arjuna one of his secret smiles.
At the gates, Duryodhana meets him stiffly, for things have never been the same between the two sets of cousins. They bow ceremoniously, Dhritarashtra speaks a few half-hearted greetings, and Gandhari fusses over him.
Karna and Duryodhana stare at each other, and then Karna wraps him in a fierce hug.
“You’re not forgiven,” the Pandava prince says, voice muffled, but Arjuna notes Karna's trembling hands and thinks he knows otherwise.
Then, to his surprise, Karna turns to him. Krishna smiles at him again and whispers, “Prepare yourself, Angarāja.”
Before Arjuna can ask him what he means, Karna bows to him and says, “Greetings, brother.”
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sammy8d257 · 2 years ago
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Can you make more Mad King AU
Oh Anon,
You have no idea what I have in store
ALKLDJGSDG
I do have a lot of ideas for comics and fics I want to write but right now,
The Mad King AU is on a little bit of a hiatus as I'm toying with implementing some ideas specifically with King(MT/Mango) and Purple's history based off of AvM shorts 30 and 29
For the most part, the AU Proper won't change
Purple is still going to dethrone King, continue to slowly lose their mind due to the End Void influence, MT is going to become a servant, and the Color Gang is going to find them. But backstory-wise is changing a bit given the new information we have on King and Purple.
Not that much though. I already have a backstory created in my head for this AU so suffice to say, this AU is no longer "canon divergent" (at least in terms of Purple and King). If anything, AvM 29 and 30 have just given me more elements to pick and choose from to help drive character motivation and interactions.
But yeah! The Mad King AU will return some time in 2023 once I have everything more or less sorted out!
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A Tale of Lost Connections
"Do you ever stop and wonder, how we let this happen?"
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socksandbuttons · 9 months ago
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SOCKS!! AAAAA wait!! I'm actually nervous without anon, umm!! Anyway, as a result of my stupidity resets, forgetting passwords, recovery emails, not changing my old recovery phone number I made a new account, my twin tagging along, and here is I, the cringe Unhinged Solar lover anon ✨ Going by 🥭 Mango now :3
I know I'm like a week late but little candy corn bbg male wife!? He's so grumpy, I wanna hold him gently in my hand!! My little grumpy candy corn, I kiss his grumpy little forehead (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠) My favorite Solar quotes from that episode:
"I've made a grave error."
"WhY am I cANdy COrn, Sun!? Is thAT what you're going to ASK, BUddY!?"
"I feel violated."
"Stop!! Cease your actions!!"
"Goddamnit!! I have stubby little legs!!"
Sun did not let him forget about the dragon thing, and then Solar whacks Lunar with a barrel at the end LMAO But silliness aside, I do wonder what will happen to Jack. Solar is going to hold up his end of the deal or so he says.
- 🥭
UNHINGED SOLAR LOVER GOT REAL BLOG???? nice!!!!!! Wlecome Mango
Shhshshshs its totes fine welcome to the non anon... i mean its anonymous given most social medias- BUT YOU KNOW. CANDY CORN MALE WIFE... i lvoe that we get a lil solar fmasily bullying as a treat <33 Lunar just arms out accepting his fate. that was my mental image of that scene with solar whackin him. JACK I DONT KNOW but he seems to still listen (to a degress) to lunar.
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definegodliness · 1 month ago
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I love you and I am cute! What now?
Well, first of all you'll need heaps of egg whites and a buttload of sugar, because it starts with the mother of all merengues. There'll also be lots of whipping cream and a wide variety of tropical fruits involved, e.g. passion fruit, banana, a cheeky bit of mango, but also stuff like kiwi and pomegranate seeds.
Check? Check.
All right, so you're gonna make a giant pavlova. Human sized. Why human sized? Because, here's where it gets really interesting, you'll actually be delivering yourself to my doorstep INSIDE said giant pavlova. I'll open the door and be like:
"Oh, I wonder who ever send me this giant box. What ever could be inside such a grand and human sized gift?" And then later inside: "By Jove! A giant pavlova!"
That's about the time where you should jump out — to avoid any all-too-excited cake slicing incidents — and yell:
"Surprise!"
Hey, Presto! The big reveal.
Don't you worry, I will OF COURSE immediately realise you are the Anon-who-loves-me from Tumblr. After all, you must be, because you are hella cute. Cute as a button, I would say, but, hey, I don't want you to know how lame I am yet. So I'll say 'hella' which is actually worse, but... who cares? There's cake!
We'll have our cake and eat it, too, and so start the first day of our happily ever after. After all, cake is the best way to start any happily ever after. That's why they serve it at weddings.
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blingblong55 · 2 years ago
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I’ve sent a couple of asks (shredded wall anon, through the floor and the bubble wrap thingy) and I was wondering if you let anons claim emojis?
Anyway I have another idea of just imagine R/n with those “dig your own fossil” kits. Like the kids ones you can buy at museums and things? Where to have some plastic tools and you dig rocks and fossils out of sand?? Tbh at this point I just see R/n as a gremlin with a 5y/o brain when it comes to things like digging and shredding things because ‘omg repetitive actions for me to just fixate in for hours at a time’
Point being for R/n’s birthday the favourite child is given things like bubble wrap, dig your own fossil, they’re probably into crochet they’re making squares that will eventually be put together to make a huge blanket because again ‘repetitive actions I can fixate on’
Yes! Any anon that would like to claim any emoji do it, would be very pleased with watching some of y’all fight for some (evil laughter)
I love this idea, so here is readers reaction to their birthday gifts and what they do after receiving them
On a very cool Thursday evening the task force was brought together to celebrate the much favourited r/n. Price made sure everyone had a gift that screamed r/n, and the room was poorly decorated, but its the intention that counts.
After some weird conversations it was finally time to open your presents. Mother Laswell and sugar daddy (fatherly way) Price were the first to go. You looked up while you tore the poor bag apart.
It was a 'dig your own fossils kit', you squealed when your eyes met the childish box.
R/n: OH MYYY GAWDDD, THIS IS NOT WHAT I THINK IT IS!!?
Laswell with a pleased smile nods: Its exactly that honey
Price and her are secretly competing to see who can get the best gift for their child. Next was Price's gift.
R/n: *big fucking gasp* NO WAY! A LIFETIME SUBSCRIPTION TO BUBBLE WRAP?!
Price: got a shipment coming in next week, *eyes threw daggers a laswell*
Cue a hug box filled with bubble wrap, shit was heavy, took 9 soldiers to carry that thing in.
Then Ghost was next, he gifted you a mango, literally just a mango. But a huge one, the sweetest one he could find, (just want to thank Mexico for the delicious mango I ate there once). You gasped and ran up to hug him.
R/n: thank you, thank you, thank you,*you kissed his cheek* You have no idea how much this means to me. *You started to tear up*
He called in a few favors and got one from Mexico, the land of the best fucking fruits, he remembered how you gushed over one you ate and he bought that as a so not late gift.
Soap was next, poor man was sweeting too much for his own good.
R/n: this is not what I think it is, gosh soap I fucking love you!
You took out a bunch of crotchet equipment good for a month (less than a week for you ofc)
Soap: heard that gaz, they loved it
Gaz had no clue the fight to become the favorite was this hard, thats why he somehow rolled in a giant sandbox, it contained weird 'ancient' artifacts, to be dug up in a month.
You took these things outside, and for hours you played and enjoyed them all. As per Ghost gift? you made it some clothes and promised to not eat it until you and him came back from the next mission.
Who won? thats up to you to decide.
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poison--ivory · 1 year ago
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Hi I was wondering if you could do some head canons for Sero and Denki ( together or separate I don’t mind) with an s/o that has a candy manipulation quirk. Where they can make, shape and control all types of candy. And their making part of the quirk is like momo’s where she uses the glucose in her blood to make candy. However if she over uses it her blood sugar drops and she needs to have sweets to bring it up. (She can’t consume the sugar in the candy she makes herself.) so she’s always munching on some type of candy. She also loves to make candy for the class with her quirk.
Sorry for the very late answer, anon. Also, I just love the quirk idea, very creative.
Pairings: sero x fem!reader, denki x fem!reader
Warnings: fluff
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Sero
He called you, Pastelito, once you two started dating
Every now and again, you would make him and the class sweet treats with your quirk, at first, some were weirded out by the whole blood part. But quickly got over it after eating your candies
Sero loves how selfless you are, its one of the reasons he fell for you so hard
Like the time he caught you making dozens of concoctions for Sato knowing the risk of your own quirk on your body
During the weekend, you both spend time together, going to the movies or getting street food and talking about how class stresses you out
Sero loves sitting close to you. You smell like all the sweet treats he loves, and he can't get enough of you
When your sugars are down he makes you churros, concha bread, paleta, etc.
Kaminari
Denki loves your confections and calls you sweet buns
This guy eats your candies so much you start to notice your kisses taste sweet
He takes you on dates like going to the mall and later cuddling in bed watching lousy rom-com movies
Hugging you from behind and kissing your neck, whispering how you smell like cherries
Loves that you always put care into quirk, like before any big training session you stock up on candy and baked goods even packing a few extra for some of your classmates
Monoma called your quirk gross, off handly one time, and ended up in the nurse's off
He tried to bake a cake for you as a surprise but caused the fire alarm to go off and evacuate the building
Pastelito- Little Cake ( In Cuban Spanish is Cuban pastries also called pasteles)
Concha Bread- Sweet Bread
Churros- Fried Dough with cinnamon
Paleta- Popsicle made from fresh natural fruits like strawberries, mango, pineapple, or kiwi
So, sorry again. I just quit my job and had to report my shift leader for abusing her co-workers. She made every shift miserable and I just couldn't find the strength to write.
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