#you want to fly above the fire. ﹙ tore ﹚

[deathswcrn]

*poke*

"Do that again," says Tore, languidly. "See how long you keep that hand. I would find far better uses for it than choosing to irritate me."

[deathswcrn]

His request for help was met by a cheer - Kálfr raised his stein and took a drink from it in Aksel's honour, and Tore's lips had turned up into a smile. "Of course. We'll take an oxcart down into the city and anything you'd like to bring, we'll bring." Tore was relieved he'd said yes - he couldn't explain the specifics, but there was something about Aksel that he wanted to draw out, hone.

"Not to introduce myself again," said Kálfr, after he and Tore engaged in a quickfire conversation of half-sentences, wordless noises and gestures that would have only been decipherable to someone who'd spent a long time in the hall, "but I'm our hall's custodian, so it's my job to set you up. We have a forgepit, but it's missing an anvil, so if you can bring that from your shop, it's one less bit of requisition for me."

"Kálfr will get you any materials you need, too," said Tore. "Anyone wants to put in an order and you don't have what's needed on hand, Kálfr is your contact. I should introduce you to some of the others... but later. It can come later." It was a little ritrual for new members of their order to be toasted at dinner - no doubt plenty would introduce themselves, in time.

Kálfr's eyebrows raised at Aksel's insistance he could help with the bandits. "I'm sure you are," the dragonslayer said, helping himself to more bacon. "Very well. Once we're back from Baldur's Gate, we'll go bandit hunting. I'm eager to see it. We face all kinds out here - bandits are the least of it. Last winter, for example, we repelled three attacks from cultists of Tiamat. A new sword would be a bonus."

"Turns out, the Dragon Queen doesn't like us interfering in her plans," said Kálfr, in a gleeful tone.

There's no real hesitation on his part, of course he considers his deal and what it might mean for that, but if he's still able to keep his clients from the city then there's no great loss. He may have to leave on occasions to go about his usual ' supply runs ' but he fails to see the downside to what Tore is offering him. A new life, a new environment, friends even, something he has lacked for as long as he can remember.

He's shoved a piece of bread into his mouth by the time he has something to say in response, how long had he been silently thinking it over? perhaps an embarrassingly long time. Enough time for Tore and Kálfr to have a talk amongst themselves. Aksel chews quickly, like a starved man, and then swallows before speaking.

" I will need somebody to help me get my things from the city, there is not much but too much one person to carry. I would but I am not sure my leg would enjoy it. " Plus he would enjoy the company - he was getting used to it quickly which to him felt as exciting as it did dangerous.

He pulled off another piece of the bread and looked between the two of them. " I can help, once I am rested. " He repeated Tore's words. He did need the rest. " I am good with a sword despite what you just witnessed. I swear it. "

[linkemon]

Raining chocolates (Jack Frost x Reader)

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[ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴠɪᴇᴡꜱ ᴏɴ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴀʏ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇꜱ!

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

— Are they arguing again? — Tooth looked uncertainly towards the hall.

— Yes but at least the chocolate boxes are flying! — North caught the package mid-flight.

Satisfied, he tore the dark red, shiny paper. Inside he found a mixture of pralines. He was trying to decide which flavour he should choose when a snowball flew above his head. Unfazed, he decided to eat the entire package at once.

— Maybe we should separate them? — The fairy was nervously flying next to the fireplace.

— That's what I'm talking about! — The Bunny wiped the snow from his face.

Judging by the dirt on his paws, he had just jumped out of the tunnel. He didn't like the welcome snowball straight to the forehead.

— I do not see a problem. — Santa continued to eat the best nut chocolates.

He was interrupted by a loud bang.

He rushed towards the argument. The corridor looked like a battlefield. The entire batch of robots was lying on the floor. Dolls and blocks followed suit. The production machine turned off. There were screws and wires sticking out of it. The paint poured straight onto the carpet, dyeing it rainbow colors. Yeti, in charge of production, was sitting in the corner. He covered his head with one paw and stuffed chocolate hearts with the other. Two Guardians stood in the colourful chaos.

— Valentine's Day should be joyful! — Jack Frost was making a new snowball in his hands.

— Get on with your job! — [Reader] deftly dodged the throw.

— North, good to have you here! Tell her. Love is a beautiful, joyful feeling, isn't it? So the holiday should be like that too! — he said as if it were the most obvious truth.

— You know nothing! Who is the Spirit of Valentine's Day here? You or me?

The girl took out her bow. In a second, she reached for an arrow from the pink quiver. She was already drawing the string when a loud voice interrupted her:

— Enough of this! I don't care who started it — North added as the two prepared to explain. — You'll clean it all up. Every single toy, got it?

***

— You know what she once told me? — North put his arm around Jack. — That love is ten percent joy and ninety percent suffering. Do not interrupt me. — He glared as he saw the guard open his mouth. — She has good reason to think so. I don't agree with her but I don't question her work and neither should you.

They had already passed the main hall and three floors and the boy was beginning to wonder where they were going. It took him a while to understand the purpose of the strangely long trip.

North grabbed him by the hood and then unceremoniously pushed him over the threshold of the room. When the boy heard the lock click, he knew something was up.

— But it's a bit inhumane. — He heard Toothiana's voice from behind the door.

— They didn't act like humans when they demolished the quarters! And now they will sit there until they make up!

The winter spirit yanked on the doorknob. Unsuccessfully.

He turned around and saw what he feared most. [Reader] was sitting on the couch. She was slowly realizing the situation they were in. A closed room without windows made escape impossible. If they want to leave, they have to come to an agreement.

He walked over to the sofa and sat down on the opposite end from his companion. He stared stubbornly at the fireplace. Orange flames licked the pieces of wood. They produced unbearable heat. The winter spirit didn't like it. He would much rather have the fire extinguished but he had no intention of moving. [Reader] was getting cold quickly. Why did he even care? He convinced himself that it would escalate the argument and left it at that. Because there's no way he would care about her...

Out of boredom, he started counting the seconds. He wanted to estimate the time he would spend in the room. However, he quickly gave up. Instead, he pulled the nearest pillow, placed it under his head, and decided to take a nap.

— Did he bring you here too, saying he wanted to talk? — The spirit of Valentine's Day couldn't stand the silence.

— Yeah — he muttered.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl shift uncomfortably.

— So maybe we can pretend we've made up and just leave here, huh?

The boy turned his head towards her. He hadn't expected it but the idea was tempting.

— I'm in. — He smiled mischievously.

He was already getting up from the couch when the plan backfired.

— I heard everything, you cheaters. You two should really get along! — Santa shouted from behind the door. — I'll know if you lied to me!

There was a slight threat in his tone.

— North, you weren't supposed to eavesdrop! — Toothiana's loud voice joined the conversation. — Don't disturb mind him, little ones! — she added sweetly.

For a moment, a scuffle could be heard. Then the sounds gradually faded away. Apparently they're gone.

Resigned, the boy sat back down between the soft pillows. Now the idea of using tricks stopped running through his mind. First of all, it would be suspicious. Secondly, although he didn't want to admit it, he was a little afraid of the Guardian of Christmas. His pleasant exterior concealed a weird man.

He decided to look at the room. Unfortunetely, it was empty. The brown boards were starting to get old. The wallpaper with a motif of red and green baubles was eye-catching. The thick, heavy curtains showed traces of dust. Frost preferred not to know the last time someone decided to swipe it out. Seeing the gray layer on the mantelpiece, he felt the urge to clean the room. Unfortunately, even if he wanted to kill time this way, he had no way to do it. The yeti probably took out the rest of the furniture. As always. Why were they doing this? Nobody knew that. When asked about this, the creatures grunted in their own language and continued doing their thing. For this reason, rearrangements in the quarters were frequent. Sometimes even the owner of the bed woke up in a different place than where he fell asleep.

Unfortunately, the tour did not kill the boredom. It was too short.

Jack sat behind the couch and started playing with his staff. He conjured two snow hares. He bet on who would reach the finish line first. He set his end point at the other end of the room. Later he started changing animal species. He wasn't having the best time but he couldn't think of anything else.

— Can you make buildings too? — [Reader]'s voice came from above.

She leaned out from the couch, looking at the frosty creations jumping, running, crawling, and swimming across the floor.

— Yes, of course. Any special requests? — He turned around.

It was a reflex. The Guardian of Fun did not refuse to give joy to others. Especially when it was within his capabilities. Only after a while did it occur to him that they were still quarreling, so maybe he shouldn't break away so eagerly.

— Could you make a hut?

Frost's first instinct was to create his family home but he suspected that wasn't the point.

— A little more sloping roof — added the girl — and an orchard on the left.”

The boy listened attentively, following the instructions. Soon, a snow model was created. The house was surrounded by a fence. Little cows and pigs were grazing nearby. They were also accompanied by a troop of hens led by a rooster. The Spirit of Winter had a slight problem with the flowers. He didn't know much and suspected that the garden turned out hopelessly. But he had trees in his little finger. Probably because he often jumped on them, playing with the wind.

— I guess that's all.

He didn't even notice when the Guardian of Love took a seat next to him on the hard boards. She stared as if enchanted at the image stretching before her. The smile that graced her face let him know that he had done a good job after all. There was a lot of melancholy in her look.

— It this your home? — he asked.

— Yeah... — She touched a small sheep in the middle of the pasture. — It was until... until I became... you know.

Dead. This word came to mind. Their friends would probably think about their jobs. They'd put it more like: Before I became a Guardian... They stopped being alive a long time ago. However, like him, she was relatively young. As young as you can be after several hundred years. She still remembered.

— I drowned. — He felt like his own voice sounded foreign.

Why exactly did he tell her that? After all, she didn't ask him anything.

However, he continued the story when he saw her break away from the model.

Jack still remembered the brown, worn-out skates. He rode them across the frozen lake. He was fourteen then. He was doing quite well. No one in the village could ride so nimbly. His younger sister was just studying. She took uncertain steps. She was getting better and better. After all, she was doing it under his supervision. And yet, that afternoon, it would all end. The crunch of ice that heralded disaster was still ringing in his ears. He tried to get Mary to jump aside. Just like in Hopscotch — a game he once invented. He failed and instinctively used the staff. It was enough to push her to safety. However, he landed underwater himself. The feeling of momentary relief was replaced by shock. He tried desperately to breathe. Jack couldn't find any support for his hands. The cold seeped into his bones. He was unable to get out of the icy water. The longer he fought, the faster he lost strength. Later, in a hazy memory, he still remembered going to the bottom. Jack was surrounded by darkness and piercing cold. He closed his eyes from exhaustion. The next time he opened his eyes, the Moon was above him. Then he was spared a second life. So much time had passed, and yet the memory was still fresh. Especially after he lost them to the Black and fought to get them back.

[Reader] wordlessly placed her hand on his own. She didn't say anything but he knew she understood. It wasn't easy to forget about your death. Nor come to terms with a lost life but watching the people he loved grow old and pass away seemed the cruelest thing to him.

— They sentenced me to beheading — she said in a quiet voice.

He didn't push. He had no right to do this. He was surprised when she continued.

The story began with an ordinary day in the countryside with her boyfriend. He was a serious candidate for a fiancé. He worked as a castle assistant. Frost began to wonder exactly how many years ago the Spirit of Valentine's Day had died. If she remembered such times, she must have been older than he had previously thought. Due to these thoughts, Jack lost the thread of the story until she started talking about the theft.

Thanks to his work, the boy easily stole a jewel from a rich lord's box. As luck would have it, the family brooch would attract the attention of every neighbour in the area. Lack of sufficient caution resulted in a denunciation. The devastated [Reader] didn't know what to do. Until he said he wanted to spend the money on a wedding. Something broke inside her. Ultimately, what tipped the scales was the fact that he had a family to support. She was just an orphan working on a farm. She decided to sacrifice herself. With a heavy heart, she went to the castle, where she confessed her guilt. No one asked how on earth she could do it, since no one would even let her into the salons. Yet the court seemed satisfied. No attention was even paid to the lies and ambiguities. They omitted the absurdities contained in them. Another head-to-head trial meant a quicker break.

From the whole story, one sentence stuck in Frost's mind: I will never love anyone like I love you. This is what the thief promised to the Spirit of Valentine's Day before she sacrificed herself for him. He sensed this would be important from the way she quoted it. As if she had engraved it in her memory, somewhere deep in her mind.

— Do you know what happened when I got a second life? — she sighed. — That I died just so he could marry another woman. He waited a week. Week. Apparently he was counting on my naivety and he succeeded. — She went back to playing with the snow model.

— I'm sorry. — He wasn't sure if a cliché could do any good.

Such sentences rarely brought relief. They were repeated out of habit. Probably because people had no words for certain situations.

— You don't have to be sorry. — She smiled slightly. — You gave me a lot of joy, as befits the Guardian of Fun. I was able to see the farm where I grew up once again.

— Have you been there?

— A few times. Today there are lots of apartment blocks there. It has changed over the years. —  She shrugged and looked at him. — Do you know why I told you all this?

He thought she was trying to repay history for history. And yet this wasn't the answer she was counting on. So he fell silent.

— Because I see love differently than you. Over the course of four hundred and fifty-two years, I have encountered so many different shades of this feeling that you can't even imagine. I consoled those crying after the loss of loved ones. I have seen mothers sacrifice themselves for the sake of their children. How people die from diseases, away from their loved ones. And also how they spend their old age together and overcome problems together. That's why I think I'm a better Guardian of Love than the Spirit of Valentine's Day. I help people celebrate what is important every day. This one day of the year is not that special. So please don't interfere with my work anymore, she concluded. — I'll stay in my quarters on the 14th. This holiday will be fine without me, just like before.

— Let's say I agree, although I still think you should go out and see people having fun... — He noticed how much she wanted to interrupt him —...but I won't question the way you work anymore. Okay? — He held out his hand.

— Okay. Now let's go shout some more. Maybe they'll hear that it's time to let us go. There is absolutely nothing to do here.

***

— If this is some stupid joke, I swear you'll get an arrow up your ass… — [Reader] muttered.

Jack didn't blame her for complaining. She was blindfolded, so he led her by the hand. He didn't think this through. He should have handed it over only at the bottom of the stairs. So he had to deal with an uncomfortable situation for three floors. He even offered to let them fly with a staff but the Guardian of Love wouldn't hear of it.

— Almost there! — He removed the cloth, revealing the headquarters.

He was glad that the yetis had managed to repaint the decorations. The blue color would spoil the whole effect. Now they could admire the rows of red and pink hearts. They decorated every corner. Soft pillows in the same color were placed on the sofa and in front of it. They also managed to repair the TV. Although there was never any reception here, the player worked flawlessly. Tooth was sorting through a pile of old films. Bunny kept complaining that she only chose romantic comedies. He preferred to see a bloody horror movie. Sandy was almost asleep standing up, sending sand hearts up from time to time. Behind him, on the table, there were mixed chocolates. North was stuffing himself with them, so Frost kept the rest of his food supplies in his room. Otherwise, they might run out quickly and the fun was only just beginning.

— Why doesn't this surprise me? — The girl rubbed her temple.

— Just so we're clear, I'm not interfering with your work. —  He rested his head on his staff. — I do my duty. I jumped at the chance and we're going to have a fun evening.

He gave her his trademark smile. He was surprised to see that she didn't yell at him after all. He was secretly pleased with it, although he hadn't counted on it. She also seemed to be having a good time with her friends.

Valentine's Day night passed quickly. Hardly anyone made it to the morning. After three movies, most Guardians were teary-eyed. Jack sat between the snoring Bunny and [Reader], who was sprawled on his shoulder. He was uncomfortable but he didn't move. He didn't want to wake anyone up. The movie was still playing. Frost didn't focus on the plot. Everything that was happening started to escape him a few scenes ago. He pulled a small heart out of his sweatshirt pocket. They handed out shiny pieces of paper to each other. Everyone had to write something nice about the other person. They promised not to read them until the next day but purely theoretically the new day had already lasted for several hours. So he smiled to himself, satisfied with this justification and opened all the Valentines one by one.

Thank you.

That one word let him know he had done a good job. Maybe next year he'll be able to take her out to celebrate with others.

PS Will you be my Valentine?

This sentence, in turn, sent a rush of heat through him. He was used to embarrassing others, not being  embarassed. And certainly not like this. The matter was explained by the other side of the heart. Marked with marker:

YOU'VE BEEN FOOLED!

He promised himself that he would never admit that she was right. In the morning he will pretend that he saw it after all. This was the plan. However, somewhere in the corner of his mind there was the thought of what he would do if it wasn't a joke...

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 18 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Since the last one was so angsty, I bare you this cuteness with the smut. The outfit she wears near the second half is inspired by Pink's outfit from the "Lady Marmalade" video (pictured above).

Warnings: Daddy/Sir Steddie and Plus Size Sub Fem Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), SMUT, morning sexy time :D, slight teasing from the reader, degrading, spanking, choking, dirty talk, over stimulation. FLUFF, reader surprises them with a trip to NY to meet her family, they talk about the future a bit when it comes to kids and things like that, they go to a club and dance and have fun, ANGST (slightly), reader runs into some men who try and flirt with her but Eddie puts them in their place, some older folks are rude to the metalhead but reader steps in. I think that all.

Word Count: 9215

“I got you guys a present.”, you beam over at them from your place in the kitchen.

“You got us something? Baby, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, Daddy, but after the fire and all the chaos these past few months I thought we deserved something nice.” You held out an envelope for them, your grin growing as Eddie playfully snatched it out of your grasp and tilting down to kiss your lips. 

You watched their faces as he tore it open and held up what was inside to show Steve. 

“Three tickets to New York?”

“Yeah. I thought I could show you around town and then you could meet my family up there. Sir, you are going to love the bars! They have bands there that play 24/7 and Daddy is going to flip when we show him Yankee Stadium. My uncle has season passes because my younger…cousins…” Your voice trailed off as they silently watched you speak with a little smirk on their faces. “What? I didn’t do something wrong, did I? I know we usually talk about things like this but—”

The metalhead’s lips cut you off as he lifted you onto the counter. 

“I think…this is a great idea.”, he grins.

“You’re just really cute when you babble.”, Steve smiles as he hops up beside you and pulls you to his side. “I don’t think I’ve ever been out of Indiana.”

“Me neither.”

“You two are going to love it especially since now I’m old enough to not have my family watching over me. I can show you all the fun places my cousins and I would sneak off to.”

##################

They were both excited to get away but Eddie hated waking up at 6 am to catch the plane. He crashed in the waiting area on your lap and then on your shoulder while you were on the plane. Curling up beside Steve, you noticed while you reading the book in your hand, he was subtly doing the same. After he finished a page, you figured out his fingers would twitch ever so slightly on your bicep and you’d turn to the next one. 

He wasn’t much of a reader if at all. Eddie, of course, loved anything fantasy related and actually suggested the book you were reading. He and you could fly through any novel pretty quickly but during your time on the flight you learned that Steve was a bit of a slow reader. It didn’t surprise you since you helped them both study in high school. Where Eddie struggled to focus on anything he deemed boring, Steve always got frustrated faster when he couldn’t immediately come up with an answer. 

“FUCK! I just don’t get it. This doesn’t make any fucking sense!”

“Daddy, it’s ok. You’re just over thinking it.”

“Because I’m an idiot.”

“You are NOT an idiot. You don’t let me talk down about myself and I’m not going to let you either.”

It always made you sad because he seemed eager to learn and try new things but no one ever took the time to be patient with him especially his parents. To his father everything needed to be done now and the “correct” way. 

“I love you, Steve.”

“Hm? I love you to, baby. Keep reading. I like watching you focus.”

“Mhmm…I think you just want to know if the princess is ok.”

He smiles as he jokingly turns your head back towards the pages in front of you. 

****

“Hey, we should have asked but does your family know about us?”, Eddie asks as he clicks the key into your hotel room door. 

“Yes, my mother did inform them. My parents actually stopped speaking to them for a while around the same time they weren’t speaking to me because my aunt and uncle didn’t see a problem with it.”

He kissed your temple when he heard the sad change of your voice before tossing your bag on the bed. 

“When are we meeting them?”

“Um, in a couple of hours so we have some time to freshen up before lunch slash dinner.”, you giggle. “Kinda like me they want to show you around but my aunt wanted to cook for you so we’re having lunch there and then after my uncle is showing us the town.” They nod as Steve falls backwards on the bed. 

Eddie bounces in beside him, reaching for you to crawl in bed between them. Laying on your back, the metalhead wastes no time resting his head on your chest and on impulse you run your fingers through his hair as the other man wraps his arm around your waist. 

##########

“Hey kids! Well, I guess you aren’t kids anymore but, oh, I’m so glad you’re here.”, your uncle grins as he pulls you into a bear hug. “Alright, so let me take a guess here. This young man with the long hair and tattoos I vaguely see peeking out that drove your mom crazy is Eddie?”

A throaty laugh escapes through his teeth as the metalhead extends his hand for him to shake. 

“Which would make you the pretty boy with the douchebag dad that my brother-in-law hit, Steve.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well come in, come in.” He excitedly ushers you three forward as he introduces members of the family. “My wife has extended family here in New York to so they’ll be coming over later. And, of course, speak of the devil…”

Your aunt giggles as she shakes her head at her husband before pulling each boy in for a hug. 

“It’s so good to finally meet you. Her mother sent us a copy of those prom pictures! You three were so cute. Y/N, honey, do you want to help me here for a moment?”

“Um, yeah sure.” You mouth your apologies to them but they just grin as your uncle tugs them towards the outside. 

“Oh wow, this is gorgeous.” Steve marvels at the patio in the backyard with a long table under a white awning. There were white Christmas lights strung up along the lining but because of the sun they were off. Further into the yard, there were kids playing that your uncle pointed to and named. 

“Out here on the suburban side, you are able to see the stars so I built this little area so my wife and I would sit outside after our daughter was born. The more kids we had the bigger and more extravagant everything got.”, he chuckles as he pats the boy’s back. “Here, have a seat. I’d love to know more about you. I heard you two got hurt recently. How are you doing?”

“A lot better, thank you. The scars aren’t exactly appealing but…” Steve turns to show him the markings along his outer arm. 

“I didn’t get burned but the gash in my leg is sexy.” 

Your uncle roars with laughter making them smile wider. “I swear to God. When I heard that Kline was responsible I wasn’t surprised. The fucker cut corners in his campaign! I don’t know why people thought a mall would be different.”

“You lived in Hawkins?”

“Oh yeah. Y/N’s mom and I grew up there. I’m older so, full disclosure, I vaguely knew your parents. I actually knew Wayne Munson better than Allen. We hung out a few times but after high school, I came up here to go to college.” He eyes them up and down as they nod. “I imagine my sister already grilled you two?”

“Yes, sir.”, Steve laughed. “A bit more than grilling.”

“Then I won’t give you the third degree but I will do the obligatory ‘If you hurt her, I will kill you’ warning.”

“That’s fair. We’re not perfect but we would never hurt her. We love her.”

Your uncle grins and nods at Eddie’s answer as they continue to talk through the afternoon.

***

By the end of lunch, the boys were in love with your family. There wasn’t one moment through the meal that they stopped smiling or laughing. Your smaller cousins attached to them fairly quickly. Some of the kids asked Steve to play football with them while your youngest cousin made little grabby hands to sit on Eddie’s lap so he could color with her. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if this is what a future with them would be like. Sitting in the backyard after a meal while they played with your children. Maybe you’d have a little boy with Eddie’s laugh who Steve would help with his homework, furrowing his eyebrows like he did in school as they worked together. Or maybe a little girl with Steve’s smile whose eyes would light up as Eddie read her a story like one of his campaigns. 

Did they even want kids? You had never had that conversation but to be fair you three were still so young. You weren’t ready to have any children right now. And what about marriage? Of course, you couldn’t marry two people but what about some kind of symbol or ceremony? Did they want something like that? Steve always wanted to just be. 

“Princess, what are you thinking so hard about?”

You blinked back into the moment to find Eddie’s chocolate color eyes scanning you’re your face.

“Nothing. I’m just watching you two have fun.”

His eyes narrowed playfully in your direction. He knew you were lying and you knew he’d know that but there wasn’t much he could do about it here with your family. 

“Oh Jesus!” You both turned just in time to see Steve being tackled to the ground by giggling kids. “Ok! Ok, I give up. You guys win.”

“I told you, Steven! Those kids are persistent.”, your uncle laughs. “Alright, who’s ready to go tour the city?”

***

Piling into their minivan, your aunt drove towards the lights that practically painted the sky. Your uncle and your eldest cousin tagged along while the smaller kids stayed behind. 

Both men held your hands as they looked out the windows taking everything in. Their eyes lit up as the took in the tall buildings and all the people hastily hustling to their next destination. After parking the car, you all got out and walked around. 

Of course, Eddie promptly noticed a record store and pulled you both in. Your aunt stood beside him as he talked about metal records making her laugh as she asked him more questions. Your cousin tugged you as far away from everyone as possible as you two pretended to browse the albums in front of you. 

“They are both so fucking cute and you get the best of both worlds! The heavy metal bad boy and the cute preppy jock guy. You get Tom Cruise AND James Hetfield!”

“Stop it.”, you giggle as you push her with your hip. “He’s not a bad boy, not like that anyway.”

You stick out your tongue jokingly making her laugh. 

“Do you like…ya know…at the same time or do you say…have one for lunch and then the other for dinner?”

“That is weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever heard you say, Nat.” You both cackle as your grin grows. “And yes to answer your question.”

“Really?!”

“Shhhhh!”

“I would be so exhausted. Hell, I can barely even keep up with the one man I have.”

You don’t see it but they are both watching you from their respective places in the store. They had never seen you come out of your shell this much and to them it was the most beautiful thing they had ever witnessed. Hawkins definitely sheltered your personality.

Steve came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and without any hesitation you leaned back against his chest. 

“What kind of music are you into, Steve?”, your cousin asked.

“Um, just the regular stuff I guess.”

“His media knowledge was suppressed.”, you whisper, smiling when his palm comes around to cover your mouth. 

“My dad always listened to that 60 style Frank Sinatra type music so that’s all I really know of.”

“Well, tomorrow night, we will be giving you some education.”

***

Your uncle took everyone to dinner at an Italian restaurant near times square. The boys felt bad when they saw the prices and insisted on helping to pay. 

“Hey no. You are my guests and I make enough money. I have to when you have a billion children.”

“Wow. Calm down over there.”, you aunt laughs as he pulls her to his side and kisses her forehead. 

Throughout the meal, your family got to see a side of them that only Masie had ever really been witness to. While you waited for your food, Eddie slung his arm on the back of your chair and ran his fingers through your hair, occasionally petting the back of your head. The restaurant got a bit chilly and without thinking twice, he took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders. When you were done eating, Steve held your hand on the table as his thumb caressed your skin. Every now and then he would turn his head to kiss your forehead. 

“Alright kids, I know tomorrow night you have plans with this troublemaker here.”, your uncle teases his daughter. “But I got you a present for tomorrow afternoon.” He grins as he holds up three tickets to a play. “My niece is a nerd but you can’t come here and not at least see one play.”

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know but I did. Sue me. You should take them to that clothing store you like so you can get something to wear for it.”

“What makes you think I didn’t bring anything already?”

“Because I know you.”

You both laugh as you hug him and the rest of your family before going in separate directions. Dragging them up the street, you guide them to a big two-story store you always came with your family to browse in. 

“This is where I got that outfit I wore that first day of senior year. Hawkins doesn’t really have a big collection of styles to choose from.”

“Well pick whatever you want and we’ll pay for it. Do we need suits or something?”

Eddie whines as he puts down a shirt he was looking at. “Do we have to wear suits?”

“No, Sir.”, you giggle as you push up on your toes to kiss his lips. “But you are supposed to look nice so a dress shirt maybe?”

“I got him. Don’t go far!”, Steve chuckles as he pushes his friend towards the men’s side. 

“I’ll meet you two at the dressing room over here.”

After about 30 minutes, both men find what they need and search for you. 

“Baby?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I think I found something but…” You step out of the room in front of the mirror and turn from side to side. The dress you had on was a gorgeous green V-neck style that cut off just above your knees. The black straps showed off your arms and the black bow tied around you accentuated your hips. “…I’m not sure. What do you guys think?”

They were both staring at you again with glassy eyes like when you descended the stairs for prom. 

“Uh oh. Did I lose you?”

“Goddamn, you look gorgeous.”

“You should wear dresses more. You look amazing.”

“Thank you.”, you twirl like a little girl. “Well, if this is how you feel about me in dresses wait until you see the other outfit I got for you tomorrow night.”

“The cute little black thing we got you in Hawkins?”

“Noooooo, Daddy.” Your grin grows as you bite your bottom lip. “This is something for just us when we get back to the hotel.”

***

The key beeps as you three enter the room and you toss the things everyone had bought that day on the bed. 

“Oh Sir, you should put on MTV so we can listen to some music.”

As you reach for your suitcase to change into your pajamas, Eddie grabbed your bicep and turned you to face him.

“Hey. Don’t think I forgot about what happened at your uncle’s house. What were you thinking so hard about?”

“What happened?”, Steve asked as he took a seat at the end of the bed.

“That’s what I’m trying to find out, Harrington.”

“I feel like this is going to seem out of nowhere but…”, you sigh. “Do you guys want kids?”

Their eyes widen, genuinely taken aback by your question. 

“Right now?”

“No! God, no. I just saw you guys with my cousins today and you were both so adorable. It got me thinking about what you would be like as dads which led to me wondering what you would be like husbands. I got sad because I know we can’t get married but then I was like ‘If we could is that something they would even want? Kids? A house? I mean—”

“Ooooookay! Okay. Slow down, sweetheart. You’re running a mile a minute.” He grins as he cupped your face in his hands. “We’ve never really talked about it but I guess we can do that now.”

“I’m afraid of being a dad.”, Steve blurted. “I don’t want to lie to you, Y/N. I love the idea of kids and being a husband but the notion terrifies me.”

“Me to.”, Eddie agrees. “But… I never thought I’d ever have someone fall in love with me to even have that conversation yet…”, he gestures towards you.

“Be nice to yourself.”, you softly smile as you repeat back verbiage they’ve said to you a billion times. Taking a seat next to Steve, Eddie pulls up the rolling desk chair by the wall so he can be closer to you two. “I’m sorry. I feel like I’m being a needy girlfriend or something which is why I wanted to avoid this—”

“Become a better liar and maybe you can.”, Steve teases. “No, honey, you’re not being needy or coming off that way. I mean, we’ve been seeing each other for, what, almost 3 years now.”

“DO you guys ever think about that stuff when it comes to me?”, you ask shyly causing them to let out a little chuckle. 

They glance at each other before nodding and Eddie slides back to grab a little bag you didn’t even realize he had brought in with him from the store you had just came from. After digging through it a bit, he produces a little black box, and hands it to you. 

Their eyes carefully watch you pull off the top, trying to gage your reaction as you produce a gorgeous silver ring with a red heart stone in the middle and what seemed like the infinity symbol on either side. 

“After finding our outfits, we saw that jewelry section across the way. Steve liked the design and I liked the color with the stone. Kind of reminded me of a ring in one of the campaigns I read in school. The lady behind the counter said it’s a promise ring. You give them to someone you love as like a promise they are yours and one day you’ll get married.”

“After hearing you talk right now…like you said we know we can’t get married but that right there and these rings right here…”  Eddie handed him one of the male bands that matched the ring they gave you. “They’re a promise that if we could we would.”

“Cry baby.”, the metalhead teases as you try to control the tears that fall. “What are you thinking about now, sweetheart?”

“I think… this is really beautiful.”, you giggle as you slide the ring on your finger. “I still think it’s funny that 2 and half years ago I was telling you, Steve, I hate you and now I’d give anything to walk down the aisle with you. That, Eddie, I didn’t even know who you were but now I can’t picture my life without you. That the best decision I ever made was telling Carol she had no ass and getting detention.”

The three of you laugh as Steve pulled you into his arms. After getting ready for bed, you lay between them with your head on Eddie’s chest as you gently caress his skin along his tattoos. 

“Yes, by the way, to answer your question. I have thought about what a suburban life would be like with you. I’d love to get you a house and not a trailer.”

“With a big backyard like your uncle’s.”, Steve adds.

“We would definitely have some beautiful children running around.”

“At least 6.”

“Jesus Christ, Daddy!” You laugh when you feel his wide smile against your shoulder. 

“I just want you to be happy.”

“As long as I’m with you two I am. Thank you for my ring. I love it. I love you.”, you whisper before your eyes close and you fall sleep. 

############

At first you thought it was a dream; the euphoria you were feeling in the pit of your stomach but when you opened your eyes and were met with Steve’s gorgeous honey ones you realized this was your reality. This handsome man was really pumping two of his long fingers inside of your cunt as his thumb lightly pressed against your clit.

“Hey, honey.”, he smiled down at you. “I woke up hard as a fucking rock but I figured…instead of jerking off…I could use you.” You whimpered as his forehead landed on yours. “Is that ok, baby?”

“Of course, Daddy. I’m yours.”

He tenderly kissed your cheek before rolling you on to your side with your back to his chest. You both groaned as he ran the tip of his already leaking cock along your folds. His palm gripped your hip as he gradually pushed himself inside of you, your eyes immediately rolling in pleasure at the feeling.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Always so warm and ready for Daddy.”

Taking hold of his hand, you cling to him as he thrusts steadily into you. His thumb taps your cheek, gesturing for you to turn so he can passionately kiss your lips. 

“Look at me, pretty girl. Don’t take those beautiful eyes off me.” As you clench around him at his words, a small smirk paints his features. “You—fuck—you always like when Daddy compliments you, don’t you, honey?”

When you only nod, his hand slides over to grip your throat as he rolls his hips harder against you. “What do you do when we ask you a question, little girl?”

“I-I answer. Fuck, Daddy, I’m sorry. You just feel so good. Please…”

“Can’t really blame her, Steve. You know how dumb her cute little brain gets when we’re making her feel good.”

Eddie’s sexy, sleepy voice didn’t surprise you since neither of you were necessarily being quiet but you wanted more than anything to turn and see his handsome face but you knew better. 

Steve’s eyes were intensely boring into yours as if challenging you to do it but you behaved.

“I like when you make me feel beautiful, Daddy. Please. Please make me cum.”

His mouth opened in a silent moan and the sight had you squeezing him tighter as he pounded into you. 

“Fuck, baby girl, you…you can’t do that.” Your fingers threaded through his hair as his forehead fell against your cheek and his humid pants warmed your skin. The dam broke and you whimpered as you came. “That’s my good girl. Yes, baby.” Steve thrust into harder a few more times before you felt his release spill inside of you.

When you were finally able to look at Eddie, you were met with his fingers reaching to brush your hair out of your face. He looked angelic with the way the sun slightly peaked through the window of the hotel room. Giving Steve one more kiss, you scoot closer to the metalhead to place your lips on his. 

“Good morning?”, he asks, chuckling when you grin. 

“Yes, Sir. Do you need to use me to?”

“Fuck me. You can’t say stuff like that so sweetly after what I just witnessed and expect me to last long.”

Giggling, you kiss him again before trailing down his chest to his boxers, smiling when you found his cock poking through, desperate to be relieved. 

“Let me take care of you, Master.”

A heavy sigh of pleasure left his lips at your words followed by a throaty groan as your mouth wrapped around him, taking him as far back as you could before steadily bobbing your head.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck. You know I love hearing you choke on my dick.” Glancing up at him, your eyes locked as he flashed you a sexy smirk. “You look so beautiful with your mouth full of me. Do—mmm—do you like sucking your Master’s cock?” 

Your hand continued to stroke him and your mouth released him with a loud smacking sound as drool dangled from your lips. 

“I do, Sir. I love sucking you cock. You taste so good. Please, I need you to cum so I can swallow it all.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re perfect. Put that pretty mouth on me again, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need.”

As you do what he says, his fingers pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail so he can see you better as he roughly begins thrusting his hips. You stay still, allowing him to use you as his tip hits the back of your throat. Eddie mewls at the sound of your gags and gurgles before his breathing because ragged and you abruptly feel rope after rope of his release hit your tongue.

When he finally releases you from his grip, you crawl up his body till your lips find his before collapsing against his chest. 

“Hey. Come on, honey. We have to shower and get ready if we’re going to make this play your uncle got us tickets for.”, Steve coos as he pokes you side.

“But I’m comfortable.”, you whine, your body jiggling as Eddie laughs underneath you.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, pretty girl.”

***

They grin as they watch your eyes come to life entering the theater. 

“Lady and gentlemen, your seats will be up those stairs and to the right. Balcony 3.”

“Oh wow, he didn’t have to do that.”

“Is that good?”, Eddie asks.

“Yeah, we’ll have a good view and it will just be us with a few other people.”

Glancing around, you notice an older couple staring before catching your eyeline and looking away. It took you moment and a few more awkward looks before you realize that they are disgusted with Eddie. You thought he looked handsome as ever with his slacks and button up shirt. While he and Steve were talking he had rolled up his sleeves so some of his tattoos were visible and his long hair flowed freely but he did brush it before you left the hotel. He stood out a bit but not enough for them to be giving him the faces they were as they whispered to each other. 

You tried to ignore it as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into his chest but after a while it became almost unbearable for you NOT to say something.

“Excuse me? Yes, hi. If you’re going to keep whispering and making faces I suggest you do it somewhere else.”

“Excuse me! How rude.”

“No, what’s rude is you disrespecting my boyfriend. He’s not doing anything wrong.”

“Kids today. They have no idea how to dress properly nor do they have manners.” They give you and the metalhead one more once over before turning on their heels and heading into the auditorium.

“So…we should have been in New York all this time? Damn, babe. Where did that confidence come from?”, Steve chuckled.

“Ugh! They just remind me of people back home. I wish people could see you like I do.” You circle your arms around him again making Eddie smile.

“Eh, I don’t care what anybody else thinks except you, sweetheart.”

 ###############

While they did enjoy the performance, they enjoyed you more. Eddie finally got to see what Steve was talking about when he told him about that date he took you on back in Hawkins senior year. 

“Dude, she’s so fucking adorable. Her eyes soak up everything and she giggles like a little kid. It’s almost like she forgets she’s watching a play and just gets sucked into the world. Watching it with her THROUGH her eyes…Jesus. I can’t even explain it, man.

After picking up lunch, you three were able to relax a bit before your evening out with your cousin who picked you three up in her car with her boyfriend in tow. 

“Ok, first stop is where my cousin and I always snuck off to when my parents thought we were just hanging out with friends. Which technically isn’t untrue since one my friends live above this store.”, Nat explains as she parks.

You five don’t need to walk far before the boys read the neon above them. 

“Oh, Y/N. You have so many stories you haven’t told us don’t you?”, Eddie grins in your direction. 

“It’s not like I could buy anything or bring anything home. BUT…now that we have our own apartment…”, you seductively smile back.

As you enter the sex shop, you all split up to different sections being that you and your cousin were into different things. You knew when you planned this trip for them you wanted to bring them here because you remembered they had something specific you thought would make a certain part of your playing with the boys a bit easier.

“I know, Sir, you’ve been looking for something more comfortable for my wrists which is hard in our close-minded town but…”, you paused gesturing towards the wall of handcuffs. “I figured we’d have more options here. At most, maybe, we can get a bigger set and then some scarfs or something.”

“Goddamn, you’ve come a long way, haven’t you, honey? I mean it’s not like you were a prude or anything but, I don’t know, you talk about stuff like this more seamlessly now.”

“So do you two.”, you grin as you shrug. “I think it’s just because I trust you more. That was part of the problem before. I didn’t know anything about you two.” You hold out your wrist as Eddie grabs a couple of handcuffs and tests them on you. “Also my parents were sexually conservative. ‘The penis goes into the vagina and then a baby is made.’ That was my birds and bees talk. Ow.”

“Sorry, princess. These are a no.” Eddie hangs the set he had tried to put on you back on the wall and reaches for the next one. “Yeah, Wayne had some difficulties to. I got the basics and then him correcting whatever my father told me.”, he laughs. 

“I learned on my own basically by trial and error. Then whatever they showed us in health class.” Steve wraps his arms around you as he leans his chin on your head. “You know, I don’t think we’ve ever asked this but when or what made you realize you like this?”

“Those feel ok. The fuzzy stuff on top might be distracting.”, you grimace and that’s all the confirmation the metalhead needs to put them back. “What about those leather ones up top there? You did kind of ask me after I came back home senior year. I told you I just knew I didn’t like what I had before and that’s honestly the best way I can answer your question.” You smile as you tilt your head back to kiss his lips. “I didn’t even really think about this until… you scolded me that day in detention.”

You hadn’t even realized that Eddie hadn’t moved for the past couple of minutes but he did have a small smirk on his face. Thinking he was waiting for you to hold out your arms again you did only to find your wrists were already restrained. 

“You didn’t even notice I put them on, did you?”

“Oh wow. No, I didn’t. They aren’t too tight or anything.”, you grin. 

“Well, little one, I think we finally found a winner.” He grins along with you as you jump up to kiss his lips. 

“Is there anything you guys want for you or something else you want to try on me?”

“You know, since we’re having that conversation…when we started this you had no idea what you liked and didn’t like. Do you have more of an idea now?”, Eddie asks.

“IIIII like the way you talk to me. I like the spanking and the handcuffing obviously.”

“Obviously.”, Steve teases.

“What about the belt? We’ve only ever done it that one time. Harrington said you liked it.”

“In the moment, I did. I don’t mind it when you’re punishing me. I don’t think I could do like…that stuff.” They turn to where you point down an adjacent aisle filled with things like whips and flogs. “I like when you two take control and then finding ways to work with what you have.” You whine as you try to explain, covering your face in embarrassment.

“No, no. Hey, I really want you to explain that because I find it interesting. Go on, baby.”, Eddie encourages as Steve tenderly pulls your hands back down. 

“Like with the belt. You punished me with it because it’s what you had and you knew it would work. Fuck. Watching you pull it off in one go…”, you close your eyes as you sigh in pleasure at the memory. “To me that’s more attractive than pausing to go get something like that.” Again, you gesture down the aisle. 

The metalhead’s lips connected with yours once more but it was a soft kiss filled with nothing but love.

“All these years and still surprising me.”

“Still so fascinating.”, Steve adds. 

***

This time you got to watch their eyes light up with excitement when you entered your next destination. This particular bar you and your cousin had always wanted to go to but were never able to get in. Now that you could and were visiting, you finally got the chance. The band on stage was playing a cover of “Crazy Train” causing Eddie to slap Steve’s arm and give him trivia you had heard him telling the former jock before. He was so flabbergasted when he found out he didn’t know who Ozzy Osbourne was.

Your cousin’s boyfriend ordered a round of drinks while you guys found a table near the edge of the dance floor/ mosh pit where you guys could sit and talk.  The metalhead’s wide, ecstatic eyes looked at yours as Billy Idol’s “Dancing with Myself” began to play and he promptly grabbed your arm, yanking you and Steve as you three danced wildly. You heard your cousin’s loud laugh as her and her boyfriend followed making you smile. 

You absolutely adored seeing this side of them; the fun side that just completely let go. You did this for them in many different ways and allowed yourself to be vulnerable for them especially in the bedroom. The fact that they could do that as well just made your love them grow. If you went back in time and met the girl who had just been intimate with them for the first time and told her that the aggressive seemingly angry metalhead and the uptight asshole who was friends with the people that made fun of you would turn into two of the sweetest, funniest, dorkiest men that you had ever met… 

The music changes to a song you and surprising Steve knows but you’re shocked when Eddie grips your hand in the air and tugs your waist to his as he sings along.

“The lights are on, but you're not home Your mind is not your own Your heart sweats, your body shakes Another kiss is what it takes You can't sleep, you can't eat.”

“How do you know this song?!”, you giggle as he flashes you a big tooth filled smile. 

“There's no doubt, you're in deep Your throat is tight, you can't breathe Another kiss is all you need.”

“I work in at a record store remember, sweetheart?”

The metalhead playfully twirls you into Steve’s arms who holds you the exact same way as he sways and sings.

“Another kiss and you'll be mine A one-track mind, you can't be saved Oblivion is all you crave If there's some left for you You don't mind if you do.

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love.”

You cousin grabs your arm after announcing she needed to use the bathroom and you laugh as you watch them pause to watch you leave before continuing to dance like idiots beside each other. 

“I have your thing in the trunk of my car. I’ll give it to you when we drop you guys off.”, Nat grins as she fixes some of her make up in the mirror. “Kevin saw you guys in the handcuff section and asked me if I’d be into that. He said he wanted to talk to them about it when we weren’t around.”

You both laugh as you sit on the counter and continue to watch her. “It’s taken us years to even find some that fit my chubby wrists or don’t hurt me.”

“Isn’t that the point? For it to hurt?”

“Nooooo… Natalie, who have you been talking to?” She grins widely as you blush. “No, they don’t want to hurt me. They want me to submit, to give my entire body and soul to them; to trust them.”

“Do you?”

“I do and I know it’s kind of weird but they do to. I mean, think about it. They were vulnerable enough to let me into their dominate world without judgement and after everything they’ve been through—”

“And you… I remember how sad Christian made you.”

After feeling like you gave the boys enough time to have their conversation, you two exited the bathroom hand in hand before accidently bumping into a group of guys passing by.

“Shit. I’m so sorry. My hips have a mind of their own sometimes.”, you apologize with a polite smile. As you turn to leave, however, a hand places itself on your shoulder.

“Not a problem, baby. You can put those hips to good use if you want to for me in the restroom over here.”

Rolling your eyes, you yank your body away from his as you try to push your cousin back towards you table.

“Oh, come on, it was just a joke—”

“Hey! Do we have a problem, gentlemen?”, Eddie barked as he glared at the men in front of him. “Trust me, it was definitely a joke thinking little boys like you could handle a beautiful woman like her. She needs a grown ass man and she’s already got two.”

They hold up their hands in a surrender gesture as the metalhead guides you both to your area. 

“Wow, Eddie. Kevin, you’re going to end up hating them because the more I spend time with them the more they raise the bar for what I expect out of a gentleman.”

Her boyfriend chuckles as he leans down to kiss her lips. “For you, honey, I’ll meet and surpass any bar as long as your happy.”

Eddie takes your hand in his as you lean your chin against his shoulder. “Thank you, Sir.”

##############

“Baby girl! You have been in the bathroom for twenty minutes with this thing you got from your cousin. Should we be worried or jealous?!”

“Calm down, Daddy!”, you giggle as you finish threading everything together. “I’m almost done.”

“Did she just tell me to calm down?”

“She did. I have my belt on if you want to spank her.”

“You do it. I’m too old and tired.” Steve smiles when he hears you laugh again at his comment. 

“Ok! I’m ready! Sir, push play on the radio, please!”

Lazily, he gets up from the bed and does what you ask, leaning against the window as he takes a sip from the beer can in his hand. As “Pour Some Sugar on Me” begins to flow from the little crackling speakers your leg steps out over dramatically from the bathroom making them both laugh.

When you fully saunter out, however, time seems to freeze for them. A few months prior your cousin had gotten a catalogue for the store you guys had visited and sent it over to you in Indiana. While the boys were at work, you browsed the sexy garments until you found one you thought they would like, ordering it, and sending it to Natalie so she could keep it hidden for you with the goal of surprising them. 

Your legs and arms were covered in black mesh material that were perfectly accentuated by the silver heels and bracelets on your wrists. The flower pattern lace around your thighs were clipped in place, attached to the see-through black lace panties hugged perfectly around your hips. Your breasts were covered by a silver, sequined bra that was being slightly obscured by your long, flowing, fluffed up sexily hair that was topped with a black top hat tilted to the side. The silver sequined chocker around your neck drew attention to your face that you had spent time putting make up on to finish out the ensemble.

“Jesus Christ.”, Steve groaned. 

With a sexy smile stretched across your face, you sway in his direction reaching your hands out to run your fingers down his chest. 

“Do you like it, Daddy?” Kneeling on your heels, your palms run down his jeaned thighs as your face hovers just above the massive bulge in his pants. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Standing to your full height, you make sure your breasts graze his face ever so slightly before turning to give Eddie your attention. The whine Steve tries to hide as you step away from him makes you bite your bottom lip to hide your own moan. 

“What about you, Sir? Do you like it?” You had never seen either of them like this before but especially Eddie. He had been talking pretty much since you met him but this was the first time you had ever found him speechless. Taking his hands in yours, you turned away and pushed your ass into his groin. “Aw. Master reallylikes it.”

As you swiveled around to face him again, your nose grazed his as you reached over to turn off the music. Growing up you never really felt like you had any control over your life. Your parents had a strict mindset on what they wanted for you and how you should be. At school you always felt stuck at the bottom, constantly bullied and ridiculed by the student body. In relationships, you always wanted more, always feeling stifled and hidden. An outsider would think your relationship with the boys was the same; that you had no control. But the truth was you had all the power here.

As you heard Steve’s breathing pick up and watched Eddie’s eyes slowly darken with need, even they knew you could turn away from them and leave. You could say the safe word and decide that tonight you weren’t in the mood. You could rile them up and leave them wanting…and they would respect that still crawling into bed with you as they cuddled you till you fell asleep.

You chose to surrender that will to them because you loved them and wanted them to have that control over you. 

As soon as you nodded, the metalhead’s hand shot out to bring your lips to his for a passionate kiss as his other palm reaches between your legs making you mewl as the lacey fabric presses into your clit.

“Please. Touch me.”

“Show me. Show me what you need.”  His gruff tone turns you on more knowing that when he speaks like that they don’t plan on being gentle. Sliding your fingers into your panties, you moan at the sound of your slick as you thrust two of them into your core. Eddie licks his lips as he watches your face contort with pleasure, quickly throwing off his clothes and spitting in his hand as he strokes his cock. 

“Please, Sir. I need you, baby.”

Grabbing your hair, he roughly turns you around, raising the blinds as he presses you to the window. You guys were pretty high up so not a lot of eyes should be on you but you were in a city filled with buildings that practically touched the sky. 

Kicking your legs apart, you whimpered as he pushed himself into you before reaching for your wrists and pinning your hands to the window. 

“Always so needy, baby. Fuck me. Master’s going to give you what you want. How…how can I deny you when you look so fucking delicious in this outfit.”

Your breath fogged the glass as you panted out moans. Gripping your throat, his hips loudly smacked into yours as you looked out in front of you. 

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Hawkins already know how well we take care of you. L-Let’s show New York to.” Eddie’s fingers glided between your legs and he firmly pressed circles into your nub causing you to roll your lower half meeting his movements. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Y-yes, Sir!” Your pussy clenched tightly around him as you came, whimpering when he didn’t slow as he fucked you through it.

“Goddamn.” Wrapping his arms around you, he yanked you away from the window and threw you to the bed where a naked Steve was stroking his length as he watched you two. You gasped as Eddie’s tongue abruptly flicked against your clit as he shoved three of his long fingers inside of you. 

“Eddie!”

His head shot up at his name but Steve was faster as his palm aggressively grabbed your neck. 

“Color?”

“G-g-green, Daddy. Fuck, I’m sorry! I wasn’t rea—”

“I don’t care. You show us the respect we deserve, right little girl? Right?!”, he snapped as the metalhead pumped into you while his tongue moved faster making it hard for you to focus. 

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sir.”

Lifting up your legs, he guided his cock easily into your dripping entrance and began thrusting into you slowly, grunting as your walls sucked him in. Eddie’s hands roamed the material around your calf as he pressed his cheek against it.

“Mmm…fuck. Our sexy, beautiful girl. All ours.” A loud growl left his chest as he pried your legs open wide and pumped into you at a faster, harder pace. Hands above you suddenly took hold of your ankles bringing them back ever so slightly allowing Eddie to hit deeper inside of you. Your eyes briefly found Steve’s as the rolled back and closed. 

Feeling his cock brush against your nose, you tilted your head so you could run your tongue along the side. He maneuvered his hips to give you better access while still being able to hold you for his friend. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck. Still a little slut for our dicks, huh? I think we spoil her, Ed.” Eddie barely heard him as he was lost in you trying to pull another orgasm from your body. “I’m not gonna lie, honey. Seeing—mmm—seeing that thing around your neck move every time I touch the back of your throat is driving me fucking crazy.”

The metalhead pushed Steve lightly against his stomach and the boy backed away as Eddie fell forward against and slammed his hips into yours. Your fingers clung to his shoulders as you moaned his title; the louder you were the harder he thrust into you. His hand covered your mouth as you screamed and came. He didn’t slow as he chased his high until his pleasure filled grunts filled your ear as he released inside of you.

You held him tightly as you began to cry.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey, princess. Color?”, Eddie cooed as he leaned up to caress your face.

“Green. Green I swear. You just…it was so good.”

He smiled as his lips landed on yours. “Cry baby. Do you think you can handle Steve?”

You nodded and as his brown eyes met yours he knew you were still in the right place mentally. You were actually in Steve’s favorite part of your subspace, the overly sensitive little girl that needed her Daddy. 

He climbed in beside you and you rolled on your side so you could face him, humming softly as he ran his fingers through your hair. 

“You had a hat on at some point.”, he mused, grinning when you giggled as he pretended to look around.

“I think it fell off when Master pushed me against the window.”

“Bastard.”

“My bad.”, Eddie sighed playfully.

His large palm slides down your back, over the ass, and to the back of your thigh as he guided your leg over his waist.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me if you don’t want to, Daddy. I can handle it.”

Steve blinks a few times before he smirks in your direct and tugs your body a bit close to his. “Hey, Ed?”

“Stevie?”

“I think we may have to start setting up a particular punishment when it comes to repeating ourselves because little miss here still seems to struggle hearing us when it comes to what she and we can handle.” His hand spanks your behind hard making you yelp. “What has Eddie told you?”

“That you know your body and mine. You would never put me in a position where you or I would be hurt or uncomfortable but if something happened, Daddy, where I did feel uncomfortable I would say our safe word.”

“Good girl, honey.” You happily exhale when he kisses your forehead. “You trust us to know how to take care of you right?”

“Yes, Daddy, I trust you both.”

Bringing his lips to your own, you mewl at the taste of him before a gasp escapes you as he slides his cock into your cunt. This is what Steve was good at, the slow and rough. As he flipped you on to your back, he pulled himself back till just his tip was inside of you, and watched your face as he punched back into you. Just like Eddie, he hit every button inside of you the right way till you were a trembling mess. 

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“See? Daddy knows how to take care of you.” His tongue traced the valley between your breasts to your neck where he sucked at skin making you groan as your ran your fingers through his hair. “Fuck, baby girl. I love how tight you get after your cum. If I could I’d make you cum again and again but I don’t know how much long I’m going to last. You just look too fucking good in this.”

As much as you loved how they both made you feel, you were grateful he couldn’t give you more. You could barely handle the one you currently hurtling towards. 

“Maybe your Master can help me.”

It almost as if they had planned it beforehand. Steve lifted up on his arms as Eddie slid his own between you two so his fingers could massage your clit. They barely gave you time to breathe as they worked in tandem to build you up. The leg you had wrapped around him fell as your body shook and your vision was blinded by white.

“There she is. That’s our good girl. Fuck and your pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“Daddy…please… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, honey. Eddie don’t stop until she cums again one more time.”, he commanded. 

“Wasn’t planning on it unless told otherwise.”

Their pace didn’t let up and you were so sensitive you knew they’d get another orgasm out of you at this rate. 

“Come on, baby. Daddy needs you to cum again. You can do it.”

“I-I-I can’t…I need…”

Steve caught it in your voice as he looked down at your scrunched up, pouty face. Putting all his weight on one arm, he reached up with his other to wrap around your throat.

“Stop pouting, little girl. It doesn’t sound like to me we were asking. Maybe we’ve spoiled you too much, huh?” Steve hissed through gritted teeth. “Stop acting like you don’t want to cum again. You love the way my cock and his fingers feel, you little whore. Now…fucking…cum.”

Between each of his words in his last sentence he smacked his hips aggressively into yours. That mixed with everything else he was saying was all you needed as Eddie covered your mouth once more and you came hard around Steve’s cock.

That was all he needed as well as his rhythm faltered and he grunted as he thrust his seed inside of you. 

“So yeah, this will be coming home with us.”, the metalhead proclaimed as he lightly slapped your thigh. You and Steve laugh as he tried to carefully pull out of you and fell to your side. “Not that you need to hear this but I’m proud of you for taking the initiative to buy it and wear it. It was only, what, a year ago that you were blushing while wearing a nightie thinking you looked unattractive.”

“You really do look gorgeous in stuff like this, honey.”

“Thank you.”

Eddie turned to glance over at you realizing you were half awake with a glazed over look of bliss. “Op, Steve, we may still be dealing with little miss here.”

“She’s always little miss, Ed.”

You giggled at their banter as you rolled over to face Eddie. “Sir, I’m sleepy.”

“You’re sleepy? Alright, so no shower then but I want to get you out of thing here. Wait, Y/N, baby, you have to stand to take the make-up off.” Your eyes fully open as you look at him quizzically. “Right? I thought you told Steve once it’s bad to leave it on overnight.”

“I love you.”, you grin as you lean towards him to kiss his lips. 

“Pfft, ok. I love you to, cry baby.” He rises from the bed and tugs at your hands to bring you with him as you groan. “Come on. Let’s do this quick so you can crash.”

While you stand in front of the sink in the bathroom, both men scurry quickly around you to get you out of your outfit and help you wash your face.

“So beautiful.”, Steve smiles as he looks down lovingly at your now make-up free features. 

After bringing you back, they climb under the covers with you and tenderly run their hands along your skin, murmuring praises and “I love you”s till you fall asleep. 

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[aliahm]

What Matters

Crowley x Gender Neutral Reader Drabble

(This drabble is inspired by an exchange I had with the lovely @fandomohana ♥️♥️).

Summary: Crowley is turning the house upside down searching for his watch, and you notice something surprising about his strategy while he looks.

Warnings: One mention of a break in that didn’t actually happen.

The third of the three pictures above belongs to me. The other two pictures were found here on tumblr. Credit for them goes to each of the owners. Both of the dividers used in this post are by firefly graphics, here on tumblr.

If I’ve left out any content warnings, or if I’ve made any mistakes writing for a gender neutral reader, please let me know.

“Where in heaven-”

Crowley stopped himself mid-sentence and rolled his eyes, as he tore apart yet another room of the house in his search for his watch. Papers were sent flying off tables, couch cushions found themselves slumped against the opposite wall, and at one point an unidentified shattering noise could be heard.

A few minutes later you stepped through the door and your heart nearly stopped. The place was in shambles. Had someone broken in? Your fears were put to rest almost instantly though. From the bedroom down the hallway came two sounds: a mysterious thud, and the familiar, frustrated growl of your short-tempered demon.

“Crowley, what are you looking for?” you asked him, stepping through the bedroom doorway.

“At this point it doesn’t even matter.” he replied, slamming one of the nightstand drawers closed. “Apparently the bloody thing’s just gone and un-existed!”

You wanted to help him, you really did, but you had to take a moment after hearing that.

“Un-existed?”

Crowley stomped over to the dressing table against the wall, and an alarm went off in your head. The things on that table were yours, and at the rate Crowley was going, he was about to set them all on fire.

“Wait, wait, Crowley hold on-” you rushed out, but before you could say anything else, he simply glanced down at all your familiar items on the tabletop, then stepped away without touching any of them. It was as if he was just strolling past a grocery store aisle that didn’t include anything on his list.

As if that wasn’t already absurd enough, he immediately went back to his manic search/demolition of the room once he was away from the table. You made your way over to said table slowly and carefully (trying your best to avoid the- everything- that was now strewn across the floor).

Your eyes scanned it, then flickered to Crowley, whose back was to you, then back to the dressing table, then back to Crowley.

What on earth had just happened?

“Finally!” you heard the demon yell, picking up his no-longer-missing watch from who-knows-where.

You stepped towards him, about to ask exactly where it had been, but you accidentally knocked one of your rings off the table in the process, and you gasped, realizing what had happened, but not having time to do anything about it.

Fortunately, Crowley, who seemingly hadn’t seen this happen, somehow had the little silver snake resting in his palm before you could react. He gently took your hand and slipped the jewelery onto your finger, and you smiled widely, half out of gratitude and half out of shock.

“That’s pretty.” he commented, securing his watch back around his wrist.

“Thank you,” you told him, “for doing that”.

He smiled at you, then he leaned over and gave you a kiss.

“Okay, I have to know,” you began.

“It was a simple miracle, darling.” he answered, without giving it a second thought.

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Of course it was, but no, not that. I mean, why did you tear apart everywhere except the dressing table?”

“Cause that’s where your things are.” Crowley replied, as if it was the most obvious reason in the world.

“Well, yeah, but you threw around everything else”.

“Exactly”.

“I’m not following your logic here.” you told him, and all he said was:

“What’s important to you is important to me”.

Your smile somehow grew even wider at that, and you moved closer to him, kissing the snake tattoo on the side of his face.

“You’re more important to me than everything in here”.

[deathswcrn]

"No, not from you," Tore corrected gently. "Back when I was with the Brotherhood, when we were conducting research in the Commonwealth, we were warned to stay out of Goodneighbour and the surrounding areas. They were described as mutant-infested-" which, now Tore was thinking about it, could simply have been sneering about the settlement's mayor-in-residence, "- violent, disapproving of outsiders, and not worth approaching unless absolutely necessary."

The moment Sigrid and Bera froze, Tore reached for the laser pistol on his hip - standard issue for Brotherhood soldiers, taken from the Knight who'd died in the crash that liberated him from the Brotherhood. He was low on cells, which was another reason for wanting to go to Goodneighbour, but a few well-placed shots usually dissuaded the nastiest beasts in the Commonwealth.

People, however, were a different matter.

He helped to heft Bera up onto the steps and scrambled up after her, reaching out to assist Sigrid at the same time. He couldn't see what was coming after them, but given what he knew about central Boston, it could be anything from fellow travellers to angry supermutants to feral ghouls. With one hand out to help Sigrid, his other clutched the pistol, training it in the direction of Bera's growl.

"You've heard about it from me," she said mildly. "I know I talk a lot of shit, but I'm pretty sure I've said a few nice things about Goodneighbor, at least once or twice." She fiddled with the holotags dangling around her neck - holotags bearing his name, his rank, the Brotherhood identifier that looked so much like the Institute's designations. Everything that the Brotherhood used to say mine, mine, this is mine - hers.

"All you need to do is follow my lead, I promise." She slipped her hand into his, resting her head against his shoulder for a moment. "I spent at least a year there before the Institute got wind of me, and they never - "

She stopped suddenly, stock still and listening hard. Beside her, Bera had let out a low growl and dropped into a stalking crouch - and knowing what lurked in the ruined city, she wasn't keen on finding out why just yet.

"Something's coming." Peering down the alley, she pointed to a fire escape and headed towards it in one movement. She and Tore could climb it easily, but Bera danced around the dangling, too-high steps in agitation. "Help me get Bera up."

[rawliverandgoronspice]

Gantober #4 - Seafoam

(Wind Waker, Ganondorf & Beedle, non-graphic violence)

Tearing himself off a broken seal, Ganondorf discovers his homeland disfigured by an endless sea —and a stranger calling it home willing to help.

(Full disclosure: I'm flying off the seat of me poorly remembering my decade-old Wind Waker walkthrough and details gleaned back on vague research I did over a year ago, so I do apologize for any dubiously canon choices made here)

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Ganondorf had waged wars larger than the sky. He had crushed skulls under his boot as an afterthought. He had basked in roaring infernos, found comfort in the musk of old blood. Even his own torment, either while sealed beyond reality or when his body had twisted to unnatural shapes from his restless abuse of Power, he had grown to rely upon as something expected —and therefore, under his control.

But there he stood, stranded on a mere constellation of sand in the middle of the night, staring on and on at the black sea surrounding him from all sides.

And nothing seemed to stomp his rising horror.

Salt. He didn’t mind salt, usually. Here, it was dizzying. A wound in the earth. A wound where Hyrule —his Hyrule— used to be. Water had swallowed all of it. In the darkest depths of the sea, there lied his castle, his hard-earned victories, the villages he sacked and those erected in their place by the monsters serving him. He may have broken the seal forced upon him, but his entire life slumbered down the abyss. For how long did he drift, outside of time and space? There was nothing left but salt. Angry froth surrounding him from all sides. The Goddesses did not care for what they once called holy. What was there even to yearn for anymore, beyond wreckage and mud?

The infernos had all drowned. Even he was now drenched and cold; his ageless bones incapable of resisting neither the waves or the rain.

He did not notice the boat that beached nearby until it was too late, and it took its sailor two attempts to finally catch his attention.

“All good sir?”

Ganondorf tore his eyes from the shore. The man who screamed at him from the deck was a stickbug of a hylian, with a horrendous bowl cut and a drooping pink nose. His sunkissed, freckled skin shivered under the tremors of a coming storm, but still: he smiled, with concern. “Not to assume nothin’, but it’s a sad old place to be shipwrecked if you ask me!”

Hands on hips, face open, eager to help. Obviously clueless as to who he was.

Nobody had stared at Ganondorf that way in hundreds of years.

He considered killing the straggler and taking his embarkation for himself. Faster, easier. But of all the many skills the gerudo king had perfected during his unnaturally long life, sailing had never even crossed his mind as something worth his attention. And the thought of trying to keep this poorly wielded rotting wood afloat in a storm, hands coarse with ropes he couldn’t make sense of above miles upon miles of this terrible salt water that wanted him back in the dark... A sharp pang of hatred seared down his throat. The Goddesses must be finding his predicament oh so hilarious.

The stranger, named Beedle, made what room he could for him on his bark; but said bark was tiny, and Ganondorf could only fit against the wall of the inner cabin, stuck between crates of food and heaps of arrows. A ceiling lamp swung above his head followed by a swarm of eager moths, threatening to set his forehead on fire. The hylian’s sunny disposition dimmed somewhat after Ganondorf’s pointed silence and lack of outward thanks for all this effort, but he still refused to let it die entirely and carried the conversation for them both.

“Hoping my humble abode can be a welcome shelter for the time being, my good sir.” Good sir. Ganondorf bit his tongue not to emote. “Please don’t be shy around my wares as well! If something catches your eye, I’m sure we can agree to somethin’ or another!” The hylian’s eye nicked at his jewelry, barely attempting to be subtle. “It’s rare to see folks as fancy as you in these parts. It’s the pirates, you see. I suppose it’s them who gave you trouble?”

Ganondorf evaded the too-intense gaze of the merchant. Of course, in this sparse flooded world, information would be as precious as rupees. He elected to be as greedy as he could in this particular department.

“I simply… got lost,” he muttered.

His voice was rough, ancient, looming. He didn’t sound like the way he remembered. The small hylian tensed and nodded, with a frown deep enough to suggest he was growing less worried about his guest and more about himself. Thunder crashed outside. A large wave rolled under the planks at their feet; the boat croaked, almost organically. Ganondorf shivered.

“Welp. Happens to the best of us I guess!” The owner scratched his bare stomach, his best efforts at joy dipping into nervousness. “Where are you going then? I can drop you off to any place that’s on my usual route!”

Ganondorf clenched his jaw. He had no good answer to this question. He didn’t know anything about this strange new world. Didn’t recognize anything. Where were they, right now? Above which landmark he could still perfectly recall in his mind, lively and luscious, sprawling under the indulgent sun of Hyrule?

“I… I don’t…”

He caught himself, this disgusting vulnerability in that shredded voice, before it could spill out fully. Anger smothered him instead; then something more painful, akin to the jagged cuts of weapons somehow lodged even deeper than flesh. He thought of gutting the pleasant man, right here and now. Take him apart limb from limb among all these goods and produce Ganondorf had never seen before. But the storm raged outside —and to be stuck there, in this claustrophobic cabin, waiting to be toppled over and drowned once again…

“Y-You know what?” Beedle proposed, hands joined, helpful in a way that neared pity. “I can take you to Windfall Island! It’s the biggest port around, and I’m sure you’ll find someone there who can help you out. You seem a little…” He swallowed. “A little... out of it, sir.”

His skin crawled. That idiot would strand him on an island full of hylians, chipper and knowledgeable and unbearably alive.

“No,” Ganondorf grunted. “Take me… Take me somewhere quiet, and near. Someplace with solid land.”

The hylian cocked his head.

“I’m not quite sure about that plan, sir. There’s a Fortress close-by, sir, I’m sure you’ve heard of it. The waters are full of pirates. It’s not safe here! They’d capture you in a heartbeat, and oh!” The poor little man deflated, rubbing his bare arms, as if to ward off his own imagination. “They’d have ways to make you spill where the rest of your fancy gold is hidden, sir!”

Ganondorf couldn’t help his snickering. His right hand burned quietly under the full length of his sleeves. “A fortress, you say?”

“Horrible place! Dreadful place! They’ve stolen from me before, the vultures!”

“Take me there.”

Beedle’s eyes and mouth drew the shape of three perfect circles.

“Sir!” He squealed, red with offense. “No amount of rupee in the world could convince me to go there! I’ll never risk my wares, my very life…”

“Where I come from, merchants know to take risks when it matters,” Ganondorf said. And that much was true. Gerudo merchants had saved his kingdom countless times over before he was old enough to wield a sword himself. Not all of them returned home alive.

“And why on earth would it matter to me?!” Beedle crossed his arms, outraged. “They’ll shot my poor boat on sight! So whatever you could offer me in exchange…”

“You’re assuming I will let you refuse.”

Silence, if not for the roar of the sea.

The hylian’s eyes were large and misty, his knees threatening to give. “Sir…” He wailed, crumbling on himself, even tinier than before. “I rescued you.”

“And I am not ungrateful,” Ganondorf smiled. “Yet.”

¤

The merchant sniffled and muttered under his breath the entire way, but it didn’t take much more than a few hours for Ganondorf to see the silhouette of a large structure overtaking the stormy horizon. Beedle tried not to cry as he slalomed through the coves and razor-sharp stones, knowing himself watched, both by his guest and the pirates outside surely well aware of their presence. Ganondorf considered telling him they would be safe from cannon fire no matter what, but decided to keep his magical prowess undisclosed for as long as he could. He simply didn’t know enough about the rules of this new world to fashion a reputation for himself yet. Dreadful outcasts with a penchant for knives and thievery, however? A consequence-less trying ground.

An anchor, in so many ways.

They weren’t prevented from boarding the pier, but were awaited right outside. The vicious wind swashed buckets of sea water over a collection of armed silhouettes, staring at the humble bark with open distrust and slight bafflement. Ganondorf eyed over each of them. About twenty, that he could see. All of them with pointy ears, safe for the two gorons in the back. Brown hair, blonde hair, white hair.

All of them men.

Ganondorf refused to give room to the childish hope within withering into something cold and empty, and advanced towards the line. Beedle made a whimpering sound behind him.

“That’s close enough I’d say.”

A man cut through the pirates and stepped forth. The bulky kind, bald-headed and scarred, with one golden tooth sharpened far past what most would think reasonable. He towered over his crew, but barely reached Ganondorf’s shoulder. He nodded towards the cowering merchant behind his back.

“Must have given that lad his weight in rupees to convince him to sail here. We have history, don’t we Beedle?”

The crew laughed, and the poor hylian was but half a breath from sobbing openly.

“I hear you’re the terror of the sea,” Ganondorf noted.

The man puffed his chest. “Aye we are. So what made you think it was a good idea to come check for yourself? Want to donate to the cause?” Every pirate openly eyed at the large jewels adorning his fine robes. Gerudo craftsmanship had always stirred outsiders’ imagination, even back when cultural context hadn’t been completely lost to the waves.

Ganondorf crossed his arms. “I suppose it depends on the cause.”

The pirate chief laughed, a bit too loud to be believable as effortless contempt. His stance was ever-slightly defensive. Ganondorf was being seized up, and correctly identified as a threat.

“Our cause?! Get richer than the lost kingdom through other people’s honest work! I didn’t think it would need clarification!” Another step closer, one that felt like bravado. The man held up an open palm that missed half a finger. “So how are you willing to contribute?”

Ganondorf didn’t bother moving. He stared deep into the washed-out green eyes of the pathetically wet hylian in front of him. Small threats. Threats of no ambition. This was all the Goddesses could handle, and not a single thing worse: mediocre hylians, content with their lackluster lot, fearlessly cruel in the pettiest of ways.

He shook his head, giving the surroundings a good look instead of paying the captain undeserved attention. Crows cackled above their head, and bigger birds seems to nest in the cliffs. Hard to navigate, tall and angry, strong against the storm, unpleasant to be around.

Suitable.

“I quite enjoy this island,” Ganondorf declared at last. “As for you, terror of the sea… You can all stay here and serve my cause, or you can take your leave right away.”

Some man in the back thought it was a joke and laughed; but the humor died down soon enough. Exclamations bubbled through the assembled crew like a fit of bad coughs, growing in intensity. Beedle hid his face in his hands, terrified, and muttered a prayer.

“What did you say?!” The captain belched out. “Are you out of your mind—who the hell do you think you are?!”

A younger version of himself would have used the opportunity to brag, just to feel the kick of his own resolve; a promise muttered back to himself. But Ganondorf was far past reassurance now.

“Or you can all watch each other die if you prefer,” Ganondorf added, with the familiar coldness that preceded his worst slaughters.

That was too much for the poor merchant. Abandoning all reason, the little hylian skedaddled back to his boat with a high pitch sound of distress. Smart move. The pirates were all focused on the actual danger, and Ganondorf would have disliked letting a survivor bear witness to the worst of what he could do. Now was not the time. And, after all, he had no reason to be ungrateful and needlessly destructive. Not everything had to end up in blood, he supposed. Violence was a lesson he’d have to unlearn soon if we was to re-adapt to this new, brutal reality.

But as of now…

“We’ll knock some sense back into you, old man!” the man spat out—old man? Ganondorf wasn’t sure he appreciated being perceived as frail and weary; those feelings were supposed to be private. But the captain didn’t seem to realize his overstep and unsheathed a crude saber to his face. “Everyone with me!”

They all attacked at once, swords drawn and eager.

Ganondorf grinned. Twin blades slotted into his waiting hands.

That simple joy, of all joys dead and gone, the Goddesses had yet to take from him.

¤

The slaughter was over before it started. The pirates were even worse off than he feared. None of them would have survived the wars he had waged centuries prior. In this barren world of salt and greedy water, plunderers were weak and arrogant, and lonely travelers trusted so easily. The deluge didn’t even select the worthiest to carry on this accursed future.

Leaning from the highest balcony he could find, Ganondorf stared at a much quieter sea. Dawn brushed over the crests of wave in pinks and golds and green. Seagulls, crows and even angrier birds screamed their delight in the fierce offshore wind. Far in the distance, he could distinguish the shape of Beedle’s bark, fast escaping the trail of blood left behind. Ganondorf was taken by a vague need to acknowledge what this man had done for him, this thankless mercy drenched in unfair retribution. Do something just, perhaps. Sort the stolen goods and restore what once belonged to him. Make his effort worth something... but already, so soon, the little dot tipped over the foam and disappeared from view entirely.

The waves covered its tracks, and Ganondorf was alone.

He closed his eyes, allowing the sun to trick him into unguarded longing. But that couldn’t last. He couldn’t afford rest. He couldn’t afford peace. This was how the Goddesses had lured everyone else into accepting this; the smallness of letting oneself drift; an existence happily unmoored. That wasteland. That living wound they all called home.

Ganondorf turned away from the horizon, the sun, the wind, runaway boats with small cargo and far greater fears. The Triforce of Power scorched his blood-splattered hand. Ganondorf focused on the pain until it devoured everything else; and then, only then, could he start to think with regained dignity about the arduous path to triumph.

[swifty-fox]

thinking about my wwii bastogne faerie wolfstar au that was so deeply fucking cool but then rowling had to open her ugly mouth

(deeply unedited and also 4 years old writing)

He knew he was flying better than any true Raven would, but he couldn’t resist showing off. And besides, it made Remus chuckle in delight and his excitement smelled much better than his fear. So they travel through the woods, Sirius playing the fool if only for the moment just to hear the soft exhaling laughter of his Human. It was strange, he had never heard someone laugh like they were whispering, but he found he liked it all the same.

It’s on a particularly strong updraft, Sirius spreading his wings wide and barely out of sight of his companion, that he smells it. The angry-hungry-mindless scent of man's fire fills his nostrils, faint but obvious enough to him. Remus behind him, with his weak human senses, is oblivious to it as Sirius calls out in alarm. He swoops down low, skimming low over the snow until his beady eyes, perfectly suited to spotting mice and voles and shimmery things catch the glinting light of something stretching near invisible just above the fresh-fallen snow. 

Sirius had seen snares before, traps with teeth that tore flesh and broke bone and rendered animals helpless as they screamed and soiled themselves in agony. He did not know of any that used fire, but Remus was headed right towards it, entirely unaware of the peril he was in. Tucking in his wings, Sirius shoots through the assembled trees like an arrow until he reaches Remus, flaring his wings wide and cawing loudly. His warning has the opposite effect however, and the Man only speeds up, hands waving trying to beat Sirius away and face growing angry. 

“Quiet Padfoot!” He hisses “You have to be quiet you’re going to get me killed!” 

“You’re going to get yourself killed you fool!” Sirius screeches back. Of course, the Man does not understand him. Humans could not comprehend Fell Speech. 

Remus swats at him again and again, moving closer to the fire snare with increasing frustration and determination. Sirius attempts to beat him back with more and more franticness, calling out to him again and again in Fell Speech as if somehow the man will understand. 

“Damn you, Padfoot be quiet! I don’t want to have to shoot you!” Remus finally explodes, bringing his fire weapon up in front of his face and aiming it at Sirius with a frenzied, desperate expression. 

Sirius wheels away, shouting in alarm, in anger, in desperate fear because he did not want to see his human spread out amongst the snow like those other bodies he passed. He tucks his wings in tight, spirals down to the cold frozen earth and sheds his Raven body. 

Lips, blessed prehensile lips, form. Feathers melting away into pale flesh that felt neither cold nor heat, magic keeping him airborne rather than any sort of wing, and hair that whipped and fought around his face like dark angry snakes. He brings himself up to Remus' shocked face, face to eyeball and speaks.

“You are walking into a trap!” 

Remus drops his weapon. It plops into the snow harmlessly as he takes one, two, three steps backwards and then sits down hard in the snow. Sirius, realizing what he has done in his momentary loss of temper, pulls his Raven form back over himself from the invisible pockets of magic it was banished to, and settles on his branch. There’s not much to be done to reverse the last few seconds, so he settles for doing some Raven-like things in the hopes that his Human will simply brush it off. He hops across the branch a couple times, pecks at the bark, cocks his head this way and that and bobs his head. He fixes Remus with one beady eye and clacks his beak. See? Nothing strange here.

His human, who had gone as pale as the snow and seemed to be shivering slightly rubs his face. “I’m going crazy.” He mutters, fingers working deep into his eye sockets “The German have surrounded us and I’m going crazy. We’re all going to die and I’m going to die a fucking  bloody lunatic.” 

Sirius clacks his beak because oh how he loves the word fucking and hops down into the snow, picking his way across the snowdrifts to perch on Remus’ boot. He shakes out his feathers, pleased at his flawless deception. 

“No.” Remus whispers “No, no, no, I know what I saw.” He raises an accusing hand and points his finger at Sirius. Sirius hisses at him. “I did not come all the way across fucking Europe, dodging Nazis and Fascists, sleeping in barns and ditches and even a goddamn cowfield.  End up with stupid goddamn Аmericans in the middle-of-nowhere fucking Belgium.” The human was really picking up steam now, high points of color rising in his cheeks. Snow clung in clumps to the lovely brown curls of his hair. “-get surrounded again by stupid fucking Nazis in a forest in the dead of winter. Just to start imagining things!” Sirius stares at him in interest, wings half raised in preparation in case that accusing hand tries to grab him.

“Ellyllon.” Remus gasps, using one of the many human names for the Fae. “I saw you turn into a man.” 

Drat. 

Sirius releases his Raven form. His feathers drape around him like a cape, shiny blue-black and blending in with the long curls of his hair. He knew the beadiness of his eyes had given-way to a brilliant blue, like the last sapphire strip of twilight before night. He sits, instead of perching, on Remus’ boots, kicking his heels back against the rough canvas.

“I’m not a man.” he says moodily, “I don’t turn into a man. I turn into myself.” 

“Oh my fucking god.” Remus breathes. His face, if possible, goes even paler “Oh sweet Jesus on the manger.” 

“There’s a trap up ahead.” Sirius says, because he doesn’t really know what the human is saying. “A snare with angry killing fire. Not the kind that I can speak to.” He plucks at a feather that has found itself out of place, heart racing. He had broken so many rules, had exposed himself and every Fell beast under the oak to danger and oh Albus was going to be so angry. But he couldn’t just let his human die. Surely the old tree spirit would understand that. 

Remus’ lips move soundlessly, and he was blinking over and over like an owl exposed to sunlight. 

“That you can speak to…” blink blink. 

Sirius nods, standing and hopping with delicate feet onto the ball of Remus’ ankle and then traveling up the long expanse of his leg. He could feel the living energy under his bare soles, pulsing with the humans great heartbeat, a soft thunder in his sensitive pointed ears. “Yes.” Man’s fire, I’ve never been able to reason with it. And it-” he swallows thickly now “It kills so fast. You won’t stand a chance. You or your family.” 

“My family?” Remus echos faintly. Blink blink blink.

Sirius nods, wondering if perhaps the Man had hit his head falling down “Yes.” He repeats impatiently “The other humans you travel and life with. Your family.” 

“They’re not-” Remus starts and then cuts himself off. He rubs his face a couple times, muttering into his hands. “I’m talking to a pixie. A tiny little man in the forest.” 

Sirius pokes Remus’ cheek. It’s soft and warm, slightly scratchy from the uneven patches of hair. Several faded scars criss-cross his face, like claws through the bark of a tree. Sirius, who only stood at ten inches, figured that some were just as long - if not more so - than he was tall. “I told you. I’m not a man. And I'm certainly not a Pixie.” at Remus’ shocked expression he scuffs a foot “Well, not that there's anything wrong with Pixies. Some of my friends are Pixies and they’re just fine.” 

Remus just nods dazedly. 

“We call ourselves Fell.” Sirius supplies helpfully, hoping that he could snap Remus out of whatever fugue state he had fallen into. 

Remus stares at Sirius for several beats longer eyes darting back and forth over his visage. They were only a few inches apart now, Sirius standing on the curve of the mans stomach, rising and falling with his rapid breaths. Sirius had not been this close to his Human since that first day and he had been far more focused on the food or the shiny symbol around Remus’ neck. He could see now the thin gaunt hollows of his cheekbones, the exhausted pigmented skin around kind eyes framed by thick lashes that curled like summer grass. His irises were like light through honey and his bottom lip was plush while his top formed itself into a thin curved line that arched sweetly at the center. He had a perpetual melancholy look to his face, the scars adding a rather haunting air to it. One was worse than the others, cutting through his mouth and pulling it into a slight grimace. He was beautiful, for a human, and seemed to Sirius that his flaws and elegance were not dissimilar to those one might find amongst the faces of the Fae.

“You said there was a trap.” Remus finally croaks, breaking the silent purveying of his face that Sirius had fallen into. The Fae were well known for their weakness to beauty.

It’s not Sirius’ turn to blink rapidly as he tears himself away from the flecks of silver dancing around Remus’ irises. “Yes,” he breathes “Yes, about twenty strides that way. There’s a thread.” He pinches his fingers together to show how thin it was “And then it leads into the snow. Man’s fire is hiding under there. I could smell it.”

Remus’ fingers close around his weapon, his jaw setting in determination. “Show me.” 

Sirius melts into his Raven form, rising up into the air with a few steady flaps of his wings. He hears a sharp intake of breath from Remus. Circling around the Man’s head a few times before leading the way through the trees at a slower pace this time. The fire smell stings his nose as they draw nearer. His heart pounds and the acid black pit where fear sat bubbled in his stomach. Every sense, magical and animal, screamed at him to get out of there. He darts up ahead of Remus well before the Man is within range and lands on the snow, returning to his more human form. 

“Here” he says, reaching up browned fingers to brush against the transparent string. “This is-”

“Don’t touch it!” Remus shouts when Sirius’ fingers are barely more than a mouse-whiskers length away. Sirius’ Human’s eyes were wide and his face seemed to constantly be two shades away from death. It was a rather unpleasant visual development. “Don’t- Don’t touch it okay? you’ll set it off.” 

His voice was so authoritative, so urgent that Sirius freezes in place, mouth half open in shock. Remus had been a quiet, even-tempered man so far. Rarely raising his voice and seemed to speak with quiet good humor. And here he had yelled not once, but twice at Sirius. 

His feelings were very close to being hurt. 

“Okay.” Sirius says finally, drawing his hand pack towards his person. He rubbed the bones of his wrists, the jut of each adorned with a curving black claw and pursed his lips moodily. He felt rather embarrassed, having been scolded so aggressively, but how was he to know what might cause harm to befall them. It was a Man’s weapon and Sirius didn’t know Man’s things. 

“I want you to come back towards me.” Remus says, voice measured and slow. Something about the quiet urgency in his voice sets Sirius’ own tiny heart racing. “Don’t touch the wire, just come back towards me.” 

Sirius, foregoing the larger form of his Raven in lieu of simply making his way through the air towards Remus’ shoulder in his humanoid form, finds himself holding his breath. He only releases it in a quiet gust when he is safe tucked against the curve of his Human's neck. The rim of his hat protected his head from the snow that was just beginning to fall and he leans against the thick brown curls, letting himself tangle in them for a moment. 

“If you ever see these tripwires, stay far away from them you hear me?” Remus asks, his voice louder and more rumbly now that Sirius was so close. He waits for Sirius to nod before picking up a nearby stone and tossing towards the pile of snow where the wire disappears.

Sirius watches the grey shape disappear into the soft snow with confusion.

And then the world explodes. 

[avvail-whumps]

soooooo can we get that guns for hire vampire au? 👀

A horrified gasp tore from Leo’s lips before he could stop himself, and he was skittishly backing away from the door with quickened footsteps. He barely managed to stop himself from smacking into his desk, before he was hightailing it for the exit.

The images of what he’d just witnessed stirred uncomfortably in his brain.

Jacob, dead. A hollow skull pooling with little pink bits and fresh blood. It wasn’t just his dead boss that terrified him; it was the figure in the shadows, gripping onto his lifeless body, face buried animalistically into his neck. Leo couldn’t believe what he had seen. There was no way any sane human would do that — he knew for sure that he wasn’t going to stick around to become another helpless victim.

He staggered over a black chair, cursing internally when it clattered against one of the desks loudly. There was a rush of wind past him, and then he found himself smacking into something hard, sending him flying backwards.

A dizzy spell washed over him as he crumbled to the ground, wide eyes snapping upwards in terror.

There was a man. No—he couldn’t be a man. No man could move that quickly. No man could have made it from the office to the door in such a small amount of time without him knowing. Cold, dark eyes pinned him down, and Leo felt this primal shock of fear shudder down his spine. He felt the exact moment his lungs constricted and his breath was cut off. He desperately scrambled back, but it was useless against his leisurely stroll towards him. 

“Stay back,” Leo stammered, but there was no conviction in his trembling voice. Each cell in his body felt like it was on fire under such a predatory gaze. “Get away from me, please.” 

The vampire’s brow raised in amusement, cold smirk spreading across his face. “Please?” 

His voice sent shivers hurdling down Leo’s spine. He could only think about Jacob’s lifeless body, sending terror straight through his rapidly beating heart. He couldn’t bear the thought of having his throat ripped out by something of a wild animal. He didn’t want to imagine the pain he’d feel in that moment. 

Tears burned his eyes, surpressing an aching sob. 

“Do you know how fast your heart is beating right now?” He crooned, footsteps ghostly silent. It was like he wasn’t even moving at all, but no matter how quickly Leo tried to back away, he just seemed to be getting closer. “What are you so afraid of?” 

Leo choked on a breath. When he drew closer, he instintively kicked out without a care, trying to keep the rapidly approaching creature away from him. 

“Stay away from me,” he cried, jerking out his grip when he found he was being shoved abruptly onto the floor, back pressing against the carpet. He wrenched his head away from those horrifying red eyes, his pleas turning into desperate screams. “No! No, no, please!” 

A cold hand clamped over his mouth. Leo squealed in horror, smacking his fists into the creature’s chest, but he found a bruising grip lock around his wrists and easily pin them above his head. Panic sizzled under his nerves, deteriorating into terrified sobs. 

“Shh,” the creature purred, voice strangely comforting despite every little part of his body telling him he was dangerous. “That boss of yours had a foul taste to him. Not worth the trouble at all. But you?”

His lips drew back into a cunning smirk, and Leo eyed the sharp fangs with a terrified expression.

“You smell absolutely divine.”

The secretary gave a muffled, panic fueled sob, frantically trying to squirm his way out of his grasp. But no matter what he did, the creature’s strength outmatched his in a way he couldn’t even comprehend.

He leaned down, face pressing into his neck snugly, and Leo’s breaths came out in short, desperate huffs. He pinched his eyes shut, begging whatever was out there to help him. He didn’t want to be torn apart by this creature. Not like Jacob.

Fangs scraped teasingly and delicately at his neck, and Leo practically jolted off the ground, overwhelmed by hysteria. A sweat beaded across his clammy forehead, jerking and yanking on the impossibly tight grip around his wrists, no matter how little he managed to get him to budge. He wanted to shrink into the ground and never come back out again, if only to escape this nightmare.

The creature abandoned his neck for now, jerking Leo’s head down roughly. His eyes flew open, and he made the mistake of meeting the gaze of those cunning ones above him. He suddenly felt trapped, and everything around him began to become fuzzy.

“Stop working yourself up,” he purred, voice enchantingly sweet against his ears. “Relax, and let me have a taste.”

Leo’s body collapsed, going slack under his. His vision was spinning, pink and fuzzy around the edges, and he could hardly even find it in himself to panic when those fangs returned to his neck. Goosebumps rose against his skin, and the vampire dove into his meal mercilessly.

It was painful, and Leo couldn’t help the small little whines that choked in his throat, muffled by the tight hand pressing over his mouth. He could smell the eruption of copper in the air, the uncomfortable pressure of his blood being lapped up, and the hot wetness of a tongue against his skin.

Tears rolled swiftly down his cheeks. Even though he was entrapped by that command, Leo’s mind was running haywire.

The vampire groaned as he lifted his head, licking the excess liquid from his lips with gleaming, intrigued eyes. Leo could feel it sliding down his neck, the wound gushing onto the ground and soaking into his blond hair. His fingers trembled in his hold, before the creature finally let go.

Leo sucked in a desperate breath, his vision starting to spin and his ears becoming muffled. When he tried to stand up, he could feel himself swaying.

The creature laughed, a cruel sound, trapping him into his side in one swoop. A hand wound through his hair, and a soft groan escaped Leo’s lips when it was jerked back harshly, pain spreading through his scalp.

“You taste just as good as you look, you know,” he grinned, tongue dragging up his neck to get rid of the excess blood. Leo whined, trembling fingers digging into his shirt in an attempt to push him away. “Come on, now. You’re gonna fall over and hurt yourself if you carry on.”

The secretary gasped through tear filled eyes. “Please, please don’t hurt me...”

The creature smiled. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He effortlessly lifted him off the ground, cradling him close to his chest. Leo’s eyelids fluttered, washed out face going slack in exhaustion. “But I do think I’m long overdue for my own blood bag.”

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

oh dear, here's some lyrics for a vaggie country song about falling for lucifer's daughter oops~

I’m sinner down in hell a wingless angel who never fell ‘till the devil’s daughter so softly took my hand

Lived my life ‘till twenty five last year on earth I was alive I died and woke there at the pearly gates

The angels smiled and grabbed at me applauding at my destiny to have found my way- somehow- up there with them

One angel stood up from the rest with golden wings and puffed out chest said the first original man on earth was he

He whispered “I’ve a job for you a special one, just for the few!” he looked me up and down and said “You’ll do”

They gave me armor that fit too tight gave me a blade, told me to fight and earn the spot in heaven I don't deserve

They showed me how to use a spear told me to fly down once a year to cull the rising tide so deep in hell

With tarnished halo on my head I killed those souls already dead on ashen wings, by the hundreds, struck them down

Then there among the demons wild impossibly, I saw a child- crying as he cringed from me in fear

I couldn’t strike, he was so young I let him go, I told him run and turned as a shadow fell from above

A blade cut my own left eye free as the angels tore my wings from me and left me, saying “there’s no place for you up there.”

I threw away all that they’d gave with hell itself as my self-dug grave in an alleyway, awaiting for judgment’s call

Now here’s the part that’s hard to tell of how the princess, herself of hell found me, and gently bound up my wounds

Her taloned hands were soft and kind she knelt in filth, didn’t seem to mind and the only flame burning in her eyes was care

I caught a glimpse beyond divine as her brimstone breath mixed with mine without a word, I swore my soul to her

But of all the things for her I’ll do be her friend, her lover, and her armor too- one thing I cannot give is the truth

She's sure there’s a second chance found in even the darkest soul of sin if only someone gave to them a hand

So how could I ever explain how many souls of them I've slain and all the chances that I took away

She’s all I have, she’s all I need I fell to Pride- I belong in Greed- more than salvation, all I want is her

So I’ll keep quiet and tell half lies and burn in the fires of her eyes every time she shares her sweetest smiles with me

If that’s the price I have to pay then here in my own hell I’ll stay standing ever always by her side

Oh Charlie, if someday you know if you look at me and tell me go I’ll reach for you a last time before I do

Betrayal is the word for this faithless lover with every kiss in every night you held me as I cried

This sorry song will have it’s end only so far the truth can bend and when it breaks, I know that we will too

I lived my life ‘till twenty five last year on earth I was alive I died and woke there at the pearly gates

Now I’m sinner down in hell a wingless angel who never fell ‘till the devil’s daughter so softly took my hand

Like a moth drawn to the light I’ve no will in me to fight the Morningstar that leads me to my fate

Charlie- heaven can’t compare to any hell that has you there and I hope you never doubt that part is true  

even if it's sinful- how much that I loved you

[deathswcrn]

@evergloaming asked: ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

"Yours," he echoed, in complete agreement. "I have always belonged to you." He had given himself to the dragons at thirteen, before he'd even been able to grow his first chin hairs. She was dovahkiin, not only a dragon, but the last of her kind. She wasn't even the first dragonborn he'd ever laid eyes on and felt drawn to, if he was to narrow his search for purpose down to just the humans in his life. His heart had always belonged in one way or another to the dovah - it had always just been a question of which one got to keep it.

"I was destined to be yours," he said, arms resting on her thighs, hands on her hips, tongue and mouth drawing lines down the taut line of her belly. He had come four thousand years forwards in time to crash into her. He had chased the end of the world, had looked for meaning in the inevitable oblivion, and found it belonged to Sigrid. Every thread of his life seemed to tangle themselves around her, the foregone conclusion to a tale he hadn't been capable of seeing the end of at the start.

He dipped his mouth between her legs, tasting her wetness with a long stroke of the flat of his tongue. He settled there, on his knees, as any good subject did before their God, ready to worship, ready to do Her work. His mouth was hers to sing any litany she wanted, his hands hers to put to any work she chose.

"All yours," he said again, and set to work teasing his fingers into her entrance and his tongue over her clit, quick little strokes he knew drove her wild. The hand on her hip tightened to hold her still as he buried his face into her and ate like his life depended on it. Whatever she asked of him, he would do, from now and until the end of time - or his death, whichever came first.

And if Sigrid asked him to drive her to a little death? He was only too happy to play the little killer.

[jedineedlove]

Monkey Man:

I watched this new movie trailer Monkey Man and with it Hanuman, the Hindu monkey god.

Usually, I talk about JTTW and Sun Wukong but this new movie trailer inspired me to take a look into this monkey god. Hanuman is the most celebrated and worshipped figure in Indian religion. And said to be the inspiration for Sun Wukong.

(What I wrote I just right what I learned from some research please don't hesitate to commoner below if I got anything wrong or missed anything Thank you. :) )

 There are several stories told to explain Hanuman's origins.:

One interpretation Shiva and Parvati decided to transform themselves into monkeys in the forest.  As a result, Parvati becomes pregnant.  Shiva directs the wind god Vayu to carry the offspring from Parvati's womb to that of Anjana - an Apsara with the form of a monkey who has prayed to be granted a boy.

According to Hindu legends, Hanuman was born to mother Anjana and father Kesari.

Hanuman is also called the son of the deity Vayu (Wind god) because of legends associated with Vayu's role in Hanuman's birth and is said to be the incarnation of Shiva (Destroyer god)

image above (Vayu)

Another tale of his birth is "when Anjana was worshiping Vayu, the King Dasharatha of Ayodhya was also performing the ritual of Putrakameshti yagna to have children. As a result, he received some sacred pudding (payasam) to be shared by his three wives, leading to the births of Rama, Lakshmana, Bharata, and Shatrughna. By divine ordinance, a kite snatched a fragment of that pudding and dropped it while flying over the forest where Anjana was engaged in worship. Vayu delivered the falling pudding to the outstretched hands of Anjana, who consumed it, leading to the birth of Hanuman".

The majority of the stories contain Vayu and Anjana.

Similar to Wukong Hanuman had a youth full of mischief (usually with the gods and sages) and some familiar powers.

"As a youth Hanuman often abused his powers to pester the saints and holy men living in a nearby forest, with tricks such as beard pulling and the dousing of sacred fires.  However, it is as an adult that the monkey god Hanuman comes into his own."

"Indra, the king of the gods, struck Hanuman with a thunderbolt on the jaw(hanu), thus inspiring the name. When Hanuman continued to misbehave, powerful sages cursed him to forget his magic powers, such as the ability to fly or to become infinitely large, until he was reminded of them."

"The god Indra grants Hanuman a wish that his body would be as strong as Indra's Vajra and that his Vajra can also not harm him. Along with Indra other gods have also granted him wishes: the God Agni granted Hanuman a wish that fire won't harm him; God Varuna granted a wish for Hanuman that water won't harm him; God Vayu granted a wish for Hanuman that he will be as fast as wind and the wind won't harm him. Brahma also granted Hanuman a wish that he could move to any place where he could not be stopped. Hence these wishes make Hanuman an immortal, who has unique powers and strength."

"He is said to have transformed into the size of mountain, and flew across the narrow channel to Lanka." "he shrinks down to the size of an ant and sneaks into the city." "Upon arriving, he discovered that there were many herbs along the mountainside, and did not want to take the wrong herb back. So instead, he grew to the size of a mountain, ripped the mountain from the Earth, and flew it back to the battle. "

How the two are not alike is Hanuman was a being who wanted nothing to do with immortality and wanted to serve the Rama. Nothing like the free spirit and immortally seeking Wukong.

"After blessing all those who aided him in the battle with gifts, Rama gave Hanuman his gift, who threw it away. Many court officials, perplexed, were angered by this act. Hanuman replied that rather than needing a gift to remember Rama, he would always be in his heart. Some court officials, still upset, asked him for proof, and Hanuman tore open his chest, which had an image of Rama and Sita on his heart.

Now proven as a true devotee, Rama cured him and blessed him with immortality, but Hanuman refused this and asked only for a place at Rama's feet to worship him. Touched, Rama blessed him with immortality anyway. Like Shesha Nag, Hanuman would live on after the kalpa (destruction of the universe)."

Fun Fact:

The namesake " One interpretation of "Hanuman" is "one having a disfigured jaw". It is due to that earlier tale of Indra striking him as a child in the jaw with a lightning bolt. Because child Hanuman mistook the sun for a fruit and tried to take a bite.

That then leads to the other gods and Indra giving him powers and wishes. There is another version the other is he was burned to ash and was brought back but had a bad jaw when he was restored.

"Though Hanuman is described to be celibate in the Ramayana and most of the Puranas, according to some regional sources, Hanuman married Suvarchala, the daughter of Surya (Sun-God). However, once Hanuman was flying above the seas to go to Lanka, a drop of his sweat fell into the mouth of a crocodile, which eventually turned into a baby. The monkey baby was delivered by the crocodile, who was soon retrieved by Ahiravana, and raised by him, named Makardhwaja, and made the guard of the gates of Patala, the former's kingdom. One day, Hanuman, when going to save Rama and Lakshmana from Ahiravana, faced Makardhwaja and defeated him in combat. Later, after knowing the reality and after saving both, he made his son, the king of Patala.o"

(Can't wait to see the movie Monkey Man when it comes out:))

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Penelope when ruby comes out the tree penny but younger then when she was in atlas but older then Penelope comes out too.

Penny uses the trees recreation of maiden magic to get the cat off jaune " step off one of my dads and stand aside we are going home to my other dad"

_WBYJ Was locked in Battle against the Cat, using Neo's semblance to summon a constant stream of enemies while they took jabs at the group's members.

Jaune managed to block strikes, before knocking the Cat onto their side, the fractured remains of Crocea Mors held high to strike. Then the cat changed.

They made to look like Penny, back on the bridge all those years ago, the ghost that had followed him in the form of a Clockwork Girl that he loved so dearly.

He couldn't bring the sword down. He Froze.

Pain tore through his back, something slashing where his armor didn't cover.

He nearly fell in shock, barely managing to avoid a swipe from the Cat, raising his shield to take the next claw attack.

It never came.

The Cat leapt above him, Weiss attempting to blast the beast with fire, only to hit Jaune and send him flying into the bough of the Tree.

As he fell his life flashed before his eyes, His failures, regrets, everything he ever did wrong. But also the love. The kindness. Every shared laugh, every hug, every smile.

And he cried, but accepted his fate. If he had to go out, he knew his story would be told. The real story.

He didn't even feel the ground, he simply felt arms wrap around his chest as his descent slowly stopped.

???: Jaune? Are you alright?

Jaune: ... Penny? So you're here to.

Penny: I couldn't exactly leave you all behind! I worked too hard to live to die just yet!

Jaune opened his eyes, and saw someone who died the same day as Pyrrha. Curled Ginger hair sat at shoulder length, Gleaming green eyes stared back at him.

Penny, Not Penelope, not the Penny from Atlas, Penny From Vale. The Vytal Tournament Finalist.

Jaune: I- I'm alive?

Penny: Of Course!

Jaune: What happened? You're Flying?

Penny: I am my best self! The me I want to be! I was able to request certain items to make up for my lack of Maiden Powers and Mechanical abilities!

She wore large, combat-style boots with small emission ports that exhausted humming green energy, with wires that ran along her legs and back to her Chestplate. That, in addition to the Chestpiece that housed Floating Array meant she had a decent recreation of her Mechanical Body's abilities.

Jaune: That's- There'll be a better time to talk! We need to get back the others!

Penny: Then please try to refrain from gastrointestinal Upheaval!

Jaune's stomach lurched as they rose, Penny dragging him up to Weiss, Yang, and Blake.

[saltandfire-blog]

Lucerys Velaryon x Aemond Targaryen

Salt and Fire

Summary: Lucerys Velaryon belongs to both sea and sky. His whole life he has tried to prove his blood runs thick with not just fire but salt, despite the scandalous accusations that have haunted him and his brothers. Aemond Targaryen is nothing but fire, and before their families tore them asunder, his nephew was one of the few people he did not scorch. History books would have you believe the green and black children of House Targaryen grew up enemies, but before eyes and loyalties were slashed, there was once devotion between the two second sons. As boys grow into men, it is easier to repay an injury, because forgiveness is a burden and revenge a pleasure.

Chapter Twelve

disarm.

Driftmark was only half a day's journey from it's neighboring island with the winds as strong as they were. Arrax and Vermax flew above the Sea Wyrm's sails, staying close their whole time at sea that Luke wondered if his dragon could feel his festering dread and anxiousness building the closer they sailed. When they arrived by midday, Luke saw they were immediately met with a startling amount of ships in their grandfather's harbors than he had ever seen before. The island's docks and shipyards were filled with the Sea Snake's entire fleet, Luke noted, spotting Queen Rhaenys easily as the largest galley, along with the Sea Snake and the Pride of Driftmark. Seeing the Harridan, Bold Laughter, and Morning Tide all present as well confirmed each of his grandfather's brothers must have arrived back to the island as well, and even though he had of course prepared for them, his heart sunk with disappointed most of all when he spotted the True Heart, already dreading having to see Vaemond and his sons. Though seeing Spicetown Girl and the Seahorse at least assured him all his friends would be here as well. Other sails announced the attendance of other houses who had also come to pay their respects, Luke recognizing the swordfish of Sharp Point, the two black wings of House Staunton, and the red crabs of the Celtigars.

It was Qarl Correy who steered them steadily through the shipyard, the man handling Laenor's carrack as if it were his own Luke thought irritably. When his mother informed them their father's friend would be in charge of sailing them on the Sea Wyrm, Luke hadn't caught his angry protest in time. His mother had watched him oddly, unsure where this sudden outburst against Ser Qarl had come from, and Luke had almost wanted to confide in her he didn't want to be anywhere near his father's friend. The man had been helping pack up the last of their belongings and had been striding past them on the beach during his outburst but had only glanced back briefly before ducking his head and carrying on with preparing the ship to embark. Rhaenyra had chided Luke's rudeness and asked where this sudden dislike of Ser Qarl had come from, but Luke only shrugged away and apologized, accepting the other knight captaining his father's ship without further protest so his mother would stop questioning him. She hadn't seemed pleased and he could see she meant to press him for further answers, but the time for her to leave on Syrax was approaching and he knew she still needed to see that Joffrey was completely settled with her maids and Gerardys before leaving so she had let him escape her but sharply mentioned they would speak more about it when they returned.

Thankfully, the gods had been kind enough to make the incredibly awkward trip across the Gullet brief. Their own sails on their father's carrack  did not announce their arrival, and he preferred it that way until he realized his hopes were dashed the moment Arrax's cries from overhead reverberated across the port. Arrax descended like another cloud from the skies and circled familiarly around the shipyard, flying in between masts and Luke watched in concerned when he heard a few men shout as his dragon caused the riggings to rock. He tried to lull his dragon's excitement, feeling it flutter in his own chest gave him a sick feeling when his stomach was already in knots. Luke was reminded of his dragon's reputation amongst his grandfather's fleet and grinned to see his Arrax welcomed warmly with cheers and waves from former crew members who must have been apart of the seamen who had traveled with them from Dorne. A few men who had been pulling in nets even tossed up a few fish as he flew by, laughing and hooting at the young dragon who flapped by.

When they arrived, he could see the Sea Snake with his mother waiting for them as they were pulled in and anchored, and even though he was excited to see his grandfather, he was unsure how to greet him since his visit was for something particularly grim, especially for Corlys. Though when they disembarked, his grandfather was smiling widely, only faintly muted if he looked closely, and met them with a bone crushing embrace Luke was familiar with and found had missed very much.

“Grandfather,” he greeted, squeezing the Sea Snake back before the very tall older man kneeled down to get a look at Luke, who always felt himself want to initially flinch away. Being gone so long left him uncertain, but he had forgotten Corlys never failed to soothe any self-consciousness that gathered inside himself, his grandfather's expression nothing but beaming and only took in how much he was growing and not seeking to find what differences they so obviously had. It was then he saw just how alike the Sea Snake and his daughter were – had been – as he regarded Luke warmly and never batted an eye in his greetings, much like he remembered the Lady Laena had regarded him, kind and indiscriminately. Their grandfather patted Luke's shoulder heavily and ruffled his fingers through Jace's hair, regarding the boys just as warmly as he always had.

“I'm so sorry, grandfather,” Luke said, feeling a bit of emotion bubble in his voice that had Rhaenyra rest her hand against his back comfortingly.

“The gods at least show some reprieve and have sent you boys to help ease these times,” the Sea Snake smiled, but it was weighted and weak.

“There was no trouble across the Gullet?” their mother asked, stepping forward, her hand sliding across his shoulders gently, staring especially close at him.

“None, it was very short,” Jace assured her.

Luke glanced back at Ser Qarl who had jumped on the dock as well and was greeting other acquaintances that had come to help offload the ship. He searched longer and noted their father wasn't there.

His eyes flitted up when he felt his mother watching him.

“Your father is at High Tide,” she assured him, reading his thoughts somehow.

He was also worried about the troubled look that shadowed over both his mother and grandfather's faces at the mention of Laenor.

“Come, we’ll get your things ridden up. Let's get you lads settled in.”

When they rode to High Tide, Luke held onto these last moments before they arrived to the Sea Snake's seat, enjoying the ride back on the pale mares his grandfather had brought for them. The island’s air was thick like Dragonstone's, but the smell of sulfur was replace by the taste of salt when the tide rose so high and the waves crashed against the cliffs below and sprayed it's seawater into the winds. Glancing to Jace, he smirked quietly to himself when he saw his older brother pull his cloak tighter around himself as he squinted uncomfortably against the wind and knew Jacaerys found Driftmark cold and dreary. Luke didn’t mind it, and even if his grandfather's seat would force him to reside here some day, he found if based on the island by itself, he might even enjoy it.

Once they reached the castle, he was reminded of what else came with living here. Luke was used to it by now when he came to visit, but he could see his mother was not as her appearance grew drawn and austere when they were greeted by House Velaryon upon their arrival. With as enormous as Corlys had made the castle and as many rooms that were filled with his siblings, nephews, nieces, and even cousins, it was a considerably small party that greeted them on their arrival. Though Luke wouldn't deny he preferred most of his great-uncles and aunts weren't there to scowl at him anyways. Seeing Jommy Harte was amongst those who came to greet him, he dismounted his horse with a bit of more encouragement, though he knew he would not get to properly greet his friend until much later after all the formalities that came with his family. The person he was anxious to see almost as much as Aemond was also standing in the crowd to greet them as well. Rhaena could be seen standing with her sister and father, but when he offered her a small tentative smile, it hadn't been returned with as much vigor as usual. This was not been the opportunity to talk to her like he'd hoped.

Though he could care less about who had showed up and who hadn't when he didn't see his father there either.

Their first day, after they were settled in rooms his grandparents had set aside for them, there wasn't much time for anything else before his mother gathered them for that night's memorial. It wasn't until they all gathered in Driftmark's Sept were they finally joined by their father. Laenor greeted them, but Luke's relief to see him was quickly smoldered the second he smelled ale on his father's breath. It was obvious his father had sunk into his cups that day and was still clearly inebriated as he fumbled his steps and bumped into a few servants at the gathering afterwards. His mother was clearly exasperated and gave up suggesting Laenor go to bed after he made a scene and snapped loudly that he was not one of the children. After that, their father did not stay much longer and left his father's hall without wishing anyone goodnight.

Luke grit his teeth as he caught sight of Ser Qarl who had been standing at the edges of it all silently depart as well.

Eventually he found a moment with Rhaena. It was dark and he had left the hall to sit outside when he saw he had not been the only one seeking an escape. His cousin was sat alone on a marble stone benchseat, the torches outside blowing so wildly Luke was amazed that they could even remain lit.

“Can I sit with you?” he asked, hesitantly approaching.

He'd understand if she wanted to be alone, but that didn't mean it wouldn't devastate him. There was a reason Rhaena was his favorite cousin and he appreciated she didn't wish him away, nodding kindly for him to come join her even if her smile hardly curved the edges of her mouth.

They both sat beside each other but did not speak. If he weren't wracking himself for something to say, it might have been peaceful. If they weren't all gathered inside because Rhaena's mother was dead, it might have been beautiful, watching the waves crash against the rocks down below.

“I hate to parrot everyone else,” he finally said, “I'm sure everyone's told you how sorry they are.”

Rhaena turned from the sea to watch him, her face unchanged but her eyes danced across his face, searching for something from him.

“But I –” he winced just hearing himself, but could think of nothing else to say, “I wish I could give you more than condolences.”

Luke regretted himself immediately when he saw her lip tremble and her eyes suddenly well with tears, but before he could apologize, Rhaena leaned into him and he hurried to catch her, wrapping his arms around her as she sobbed into his shoulder. He could feel her body shake as she wept, and though he wished to help her, he had little to no experience comforting  someone else’s tears, let alone a girls. He'd hugged his family countless times, and had even dragged Aemond into a few forced embraces throughout the years, but he'd never been close enough to others to embrace them while they cried.

Cont. A03

[blackiraven]

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A match struck. The sound was so loud, but only I could hear it. A small, weak flame was desperately struggling with the thick darkness of the night. But soon I helped the yellowish light turn into a scarlet fire, devouring whole hectares. The darkness dissipated in fright. The old wooden house was completely burned down to the rotten foundation. The whole history of my family, all memories, all kindred blood were destroyed in one night with one match. I'm the only one left. The roof collapsed, fire drops flew in all directions and fell on a huge field. I have given this land almost all my life, but its burning pleased me.

Through the loud crackling of burning wood, screams and cries for help sometimes slipped lost in the fire. All the doors were closed, and I had a heavy bunch of keys. Finally. My torment is over. I got rid of my curse. Burn! Shout! Remember me before your death! Remember everything you've done to me. Call our precious mommy. But this time she won't save her pets, she won't hide them under her skirt, because my hands have previously turned her neck into a flexible rope. Now this creature sleeps forever, and the screeching of her children burning alive has become her last and eternal cradle.

Suddenly, the beautiful and overly bright picture began to change. The fear of tormented souls was replaced by bitterness. Smoking black hands reached out to me, grabbed me and dragged me into the hellfire I had created. No! Let me go! You deserve it! Leave me alone! You should be afraid of me!

"Decided to get rid of us, Johnny? You must be punished! Punished!"

The fire enveloped my body and tore off my skin. Blood boiled and foamed, bones smoldered. Fingers with exposed, sharp and red-hot phalanges clung to my face. My hair burned, my flesh hardened and cracked, blood flooded my whole face and darkened my eyes with a scarlet veil. There was nothing left but to scream in panic at the top of my voice and resist to no avail. The fire ran wild and devoured the boundless field at high speed. My only friends and listeners, a flock of crows, did not have time to fly to a safe place. They, too, disappeared into the sky-reaching wall of fire. No! It shouldn't be like this! They deserve it! Deserved it! My punishments must stop!

"…deserved it!.." stagnant hot air burst out of my chest. The body jumped at once, the hands twitched and squeezed the pillow. The claws almost tore the pillowcase. A dream… just a dream. I grunted with displeasure and rubbed my swollen eyes with my palms.

"It's all in the past… in the past… only I am left." I repeat this several times in order to even out my breathing. Through the slightly open window, a cool wind blew into the room, which soon calmed my inner heat. The drops of sweat dried up, drowsiness gradually returned, but annoying thoughts and throbbing pain did not leave my head. Squinting, I looked around and rummaged a little in the crumpled blanket. Right next to me was Edward, sleeping peacefully. One hand was holding on to the corner of the blanket, the other was raised above his head and laid on the pillow. It's a good thing I didn't wake him up. He worked for a very long time today, I barely managed to get Edward out of his office and persuade him to go to bed. I don't sleep well myself, so when I manage to get enough sleep, I want him to be with me. A calm, even peaceful look, parted lips and a quiet sweet sniff, which immediately began to calm me down. I quietly creep up to Nygma and nuzzle his shoulder. Just need to be patient a little and the pain will go away. It's so nice to have you with me. My hands took his palms by themselves, fingered his thin fingers and sometimes stroked his head. So good. This smell of paper, ink, newspapers and vanilla sugar reminds me that I am no longer alone.

"Mnh… huh? Jonathan?" Edward mumbled softly when I stopped holding back and just hugged him like a favorite toy. My response was silence and a careful kiss on the cheek. "Is everything okay, Jonathan?" he kept talking through his sleep and took my hand. "They… deserved it, didn't they?" I didn't want to say it, but my tongue let me down. Edward immediately woke up and turned to me. "Again?" he asked excitedly. Green eyes glittered in the dark. "Yes…" I didn't deny it. Edward knows that I am sometimes disturbed by such dreams. With a sad sigh, he slowly stretched out his arms. "Come to me, dear." and Edward hugged me and pressed me to his chest. It immediately became very convenient. All sounds were muffled and only the pounding of his heart filled my ears. I hugged Nygma tightly in response, naturally clung to him, wanting to drown in him. Now all thoughts were about Edward. He is so gentle, caring, understanding and all these values go only to me. Sometimes, it's hard for me to believe it. Sometimes, it all seems like a dream too. "It's okay… I'm with you." he whispered gently in my ear and stroked my head and the back of my head. In his arms, all the scars stop hurting, all the dark memories go away. I feel at peace and enjoy every second. "I… love you." "I love you too, my dear."

[just-a-smut-slut]

The Neighborhood

Chapter Seventeen

Hernione’s unconscious body hovered above the floor in the Malfoy family manor’s ballroom. Draco’s father, mother, aunt, and uncle stood in a circle discussing something rapidly. 

“We can’t just have her murdered, Bella,” Draco’s mother chided.

Bellatrix scoffed, “Sissy, no one will miss some Muggle born. She seduced your son! She has polluted our family’s legacy! It’s disgusting!”

Narcissa Malfoy smirked at the recollection of seeing her son’s memory of Hermione. Lucius hissed at Bellatrix, “You’ve endangered our place in the Ministry, Bellatrix. Despite our son’s indiscretion, we can’t risk this getting traced back to us.” 

“Fine!” Bellatrix seethed. “We won’t kill her. I’ll just make sure she never bothers us. But, mark my words, your spineless, Muggle-loving son will destroy this family! What if she were pregnant! Our blood soiled! His seed mixing with hers! It’s sick!” 

Rodolphus Lestrange seemed to agree with his wife, snarling.

Draco was seated in a high back chair against the wall near the overly large fireplace, bespelled and unable to move. He watched Hermione and his family arguing her fate helplessly.. 

Narcissa turned to face her son. “Let Draco explain himself. Bella, he’s my son. I won’t see him hurt again.”

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. “You were always too soft on him.” Her implication was clear. It was his mother’s fault that he was this way. 

Narcissa removed the spell binding Draco to the chair. He leapt up, wand out, sending a curse flying at his aunt and uncle. They dodged it, taking their own wands out. 

“Draco, no!” His mother screamed. Draco lowered his wand ever so slightly, but didn’t completely put it away.

“There’s a good boy, Draco! Listen to your Mummy,” Bellatrix mocked him. 

“Explain yourself, Draco,” his father growled out. 

“Fuck this family! I want nothing to do with any of you!” He spat. His mother clutched her chest as if his words caused physical pain. 

“Oh really?” Bellatrix lifted her wand and yelled, “Crucio!” Hermione screamed in pain, body jerking and writhing in pain. 

“Bella stop!” Narcissa yelled. Bellatrix lowered her wand, her face contorted into a grimace. 

“This is your son, Sissy? He curses our family favoring this Mudblood instead!” Bellatrix ground out. 

Narcissa looked between her son and Hermione. “Draco, please. You can’t possibly be involved- be serious about this girl…” 

Draco took his mother’s hands and looked at her with a fierce intensity. “If you truly love me, Mother, you’ll let her go.”

Narcissa turned her head away from her son, a cry escaping her lips. Lucius stepped toward his son. “We tried to warn you Draco. We told you to stay away from her- to leave this filth.”

Draco looked into his mother’s eyes. They were cold like stone. “If anything happens to her, you’ll lose me, too.”

Lucius jerked his son away from his mother’s hands and pulled him up by the collar of his shirt nose to nose with his son. “How dare you threaten us! How dare you choose this Mudblood whore over your own flesh and blood! 

“Bella!” He called to the dark woman, “Do it!” 

Bella practically giggled as she pulled Hermione to the floor, sat astride her and took out a jagged dagger. Hermione couldn’t move her body, but she screamed as Bellatrix tore into her skin, carving the word “Mudblood” into her forearm. Blood drained from her arm in rippling pools. 

“No!” Draco fought against his father, finally wrenching free of his grasp and shooting a spell at his aunt. Bella was hit and her body splayed to the ground. She stumbled, trying to stand again.

A flash of green light shot from the end of his uncle’s wand, but Draco had moved in time to avoid the killing blow. Rodolphus turned to fire a killing curse at his nephew again, but too slowly. Narcissa shot the curse at her brother-in-law, watching his body fall to the floor. 

Bella shrieked and fell over her husband’s body. “Narcissa, what have you done?” 

“I’m not losing my son, Bella!” She hissed, challenging her to attack her. Bellatrix growled at her sister. In a flash, she and the body of Rodolphus disappeared from the floor. Bella had disappeared. Lucius didn’t raise a hand against his wife or son. He looked at Narcissa and shook his head, cold hatred lining his face.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, falling to his knees, tears falling freely from his eyes. His mother ignored her husband’s glare and rushed to her son. “Don’t worry, Draco. No one will find out about this. You’ll be safe.” 

Draco didn’t care if he was safe as he saw Hermione lay on the floor. Blood continued to pour from her arm. He pushed his mother aside and crawled to her, casting a healing spell to stop the bleeding. Lucius left the room, his steps fading away into the halls. Hermione was still unconscious as Draco carried her through the Manor to his bedroom suite. His mother didn’t say anything to him as he walked away, steady tears streaming from her face.