#PLEASE if you have another suggestions add them! everything is welcome | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

pucksandpower · 8 months

Text

Grid Kids: Escapades

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: everyone’s favorite grid family takes on their biggest challenge yet … an escape room

Series Masterlist

“Alright, who thought it would be a good idea to lock a bunch of F1 drivers in a room and expect them to work together to get out?” Charles grumbles, eyeing the cryptic clues scattered around the dimly lit space.

George smirks, picking up a coded message. “Well you’ve had plenty of practice trying to decipher Ferrari’s strategy lately, so maybe you’ve got an advantage here?”

The room erupts in laughter as Charles feigns a wounded expression. “Low blow, George! Do I not suffer enough already?”

Lando, fidgeting with what looks like an ancient artifact, suddenly blurts out, “Do you think this is like a button or something?” Before anyone can respond, there’s an audible snap and the artifact falls apart in his hands.

“Seriously, Lando?” Max exclaims, shaking his head in amusement. “First my trophy, now this? Hands off everything, please!”

You chuckle, patting Lando’s back consolingly. “It’s alright. Maybe breaking things is part of the puzzle?”

Lance, busy trying to fit a square peg into a round hole, adds, “At this rate, we’re never getting out of here.”

Mick, focusing on a puzzle piece, comments, “We’ve only got an hour, guys. Let’s get serious.”

Sebastian begins delegating. “Alright, George and Max, you handle the codes. Mick, Charles, focus on the physical puzzles. Lance, Lando — just ... try not to break anything else.”

As the room buzzes with activity, you can’t help but think that this is one of the best ideas you’ve had in a while. It’s hilarious watching these fiercely competitive drivers work together in a situation that doesn’t involve cars and tracks.

After a series of (mostly) successful problem-solving attempts, a loud buzzer sounds, indicating you’re out of time. The doors swing open, revealing a grinning staff member.

“You were only one clue away!” she exclaims, clapping. “Not bad for a first attempt!”

Max looks around the room, a smirk forming. “Well, if Lando didn’t break that artifact, maybe we would’ve made it.”

Lando throws his hands up defensively. “Hey! I added character to the room.”

Everyone bursts into laughter, making their way out. Another day, another adventure — this one off the track.

***

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sebastian mutters, amusement evident in his eyes, as he steps into the living room. There are strings hanging from the ceiling, makeshift locks on the furniture, and “cryptic” clues pinned everywhere, like Look UNDER the couch, accompanied by a not-so-subtle arrow pointing downwards.

You, equally surprised and amused, chuckle. “What in the world happened here?”

Charles steps forward, barely containing his laughter. “Welcome to the Grand Prix Escape Room! Guaranteed to be at least 90% more escape-able than the one we failed at.”

George adds, pointing to a padlocked fridge, “I did the food clues. Trust me, they’re the most challenging.”

Max chimes in, “And Lando ... well, we didn’t let him touch anything breakable this time.”

Lando mock-pouts, “One little accident and suddenly I’m the family menace.”

Lance hands you a paper that reads The KEY to success is WHERE you eat BREAKFAST. He grins, “That’s my contribution. Top tier clue, right?”

Mick has a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “I suggest you look in very obvious places. We wouldn’t want this to be too hard.”

As you and Sebastian navigate through the hilariously straightforward challenges — like the “hidden” key taped directly next to the padlocked fridge or the note on the oven saying THIS IS NOT A CLUE, just wanted to remind you we have pie — it becomes clear that this isn’t about the challenge at all.

It’s about laughter, family, and the simple joy of being together.

After an entertaining fifteen minutes, which involves Sebastian dramatically pretending to struggle with a code that's simply “1234,” you successfully escape.

Mick raises a toast with room temperature champagne (they forgot to place it in the fridge before it was padlocked), “To the greatest escape artists in the world!”

You laugh, “And to the best, most creative grid kids in the universe!”

***

You wake up to the soft chimes of your alarm, stretching lazily before noticing an envelope on your bedside table. Scrawled on it in mismatched rainbow crayons is Mission: Breakfast Heist.

Opening the note, you read:

Dear Y/N and Seb,

Your breakfast has been stolen! To get it back, follow the clues and embark on a thrilling adventure. Also, no cheating by ordering takeout!

The Breakfast Bandits (aka your grid kids)

Amused, you head downstairs, following a trail of strategically placed toast crumbs. In the kitchen, you find another note taped to the coffee machine: To get your morning brew, tell us a joke that’s new!

Sebastian, rubbing sleep from his eyes, joins you and declares, “Why did the coffee file a police report? It got mugged!” Mick appears from behind you, making both of you jump, and hands you two cups of coffee before backing away silently.

Chuckling, you move on to find that on the fridge, instead of a padlock, there’s a touchpad with a question on its digital display: What’s hot yet cool at the same time?

You ponder it for a moment, thinking of all the possible answers. Sebastian, catching on to the playful challenge set by the grid kids, smirks and says, “It’s the Iceman, isn’t it?”

You both laugh, with you playfully nudging Sebastian, “I always knew you thought Kimi was hot.”

Entering K-I-M-I on the touchpad, the fridge beeps in agreement and swings open, revealing a lavish breakfast spread and a note that reads: Breakfast is served! We might have kept it under lock and key but only to make it special. Enjoy!

From the doorway, the “Breakfast Bandits” applaud, their faces beaming with mischief.

Lance grins, “Took you long enough! And Seb, never knew you had a thing for Kimi.”

Charles joins in the teasing, “Seems like there are still some secrets in the paddock!”

Sebastian playfully rolls his eyes, “At least my secret doesn’t involve singing into a hairbrush every night before bed.”

Charles blushes as the room bursts into laughter. “Who told you about that?” he exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at Lando, who’s trying hard (and failing miserably) to stifle his giggles.

Lando attempts to defend himself through his laughter, “It wasn’t me! But if we’re confessing, who knew that Seb’s haircare routine involved more products than all of ours combined?”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. “Gotta keep the locks looking good, don’t I?”

Max interjects, “Well, if we’re on the topic of secrets, who wants to bet on how many stuffed animals Lando has on his bed?”

Lando gasps dramatically, “Betrayed by my own brothers! Next time, I’m hiding them all in George’s room!”

940 notes · View notes

ewesless · 2 months

Text

Paint Night Headcanons

Anyone can add on with any character, "duplicates" absolutely welcome. Want to pass around a prompt?

Basic Prompt: "Paint Night" or "Paint and Sip" with the Obey Me Characters! MCs and OCs are welcome, but limit or exclude any romance and ship/self-ship elements please!

Barbatos: If he is in charge of it that is guaranteed to be the Devildom equivalent of the Sistine Chapel quality. He favors realism and hyper-realism, subconscious horror or otherwise unsettling elements are unintentionally included.

Diavolo will do anything he possibly can in order to own Barbatos's paintings of Lucifer or MC to keep in his personal art gallery though. Sometimes he wins, most often he loses.

This got long lmao!

Who Barbatos loves to pair up with:

Diavolo: Everything the Young Master makes is precious to him and he praises him highly. He has an area dedicated to Diavolo's artwork spanning from his youth to his most recent boredom doodle cataloged like a museum. He allows Mephistopheles to tour the "Gallery of Lord Diavolo" in both journalist context or just for leisure. It makes Mephisto so emotional every time which pleases Barbatos greatly and he has gifted pieces to Mephistopheles as thank yous and hush money. He lets MC see "exclusive" artwork though.

MC: He additionally brags and rubs anyone's nose in it that it's his and not theirs ^_^ He has positive feedback, praise and compliments for MC's artwork no matter if it's a stick figure, a "Bold and Brash" or Fine Art. He has a soft spot for sincerity and soulfulness, but he is not opposed to tongue-in-cheek or intentionally bad artwork as long as it's for fun. If MC does him dirty in a mean-spirited way he gets >:( and withholds treats from them as punishment.

Luke: Because Luke is very serious about his quality and technical skills, but it's an adorable trait. Barbatos loves seeing everything he makes in his style is too. Luke is always blown away by Barbatos's skill so he enjoys that it inspires and flatters Luke. He encourages Luke like he does in baking and buys him coloring + sticker books and sketchbooks with cute covers. (This section can apply to MC too if your MC enjoys this)

Who he hates to pair up with:

Beel and Belphie: Everyone hates to get paired with them, there's no way to candy coat that fact. But Barbatos still finds Beel's endearing and the inclusion of food and the personality that both twins imbue in their artwork is cute to him. He was absolutely appalled that the wilted asparagus that Belphegor made was meant to be him.......

Solomon: OM!Barbatos enjoys painting Solomon and they have fun together often challenging one another to use inspiration from artists they are less familiar with. NB!Barbatos resents getting paired with Solomon for obvious reasons, but because Solomon is a good painter who isn't interested in creative interpretation unlike with his "food" he doesn't get insulted by his art as much. Barbatos takes everything he does seriously so he would not create something foul, insulting or mediocre, but NB!Barbatos uses the entire evening to stare at Solomon like he's a wretched insect, or makes Solomon self-conscious from his judgmental glaring and passive aggressive attitude about having Solomon as his subject. Solomon drinks a lot more when it's with NB!Barb...

Asmodeus: He dislikes Asmo-chan as a partner because Asmo will nitpick, criticize and make suggestions even though it's the closest to perfection that can be made. That HURTS HIS SENSITIVE ARTISTIC FEELINGS. Because Asmo likes to add sex appeal in his artwork it's disconcerting, but he appreciates Asmo's glamorous and aesthetic art style. Asmo's focus on beauty means that he'll never make an unflattering image. Asmo gives him big sparkly eyes which amuses Barbatos endlessly.

Leviathan is always a ??? because while Barbatos appreciates his skill, imagination, range and attention to detail it depends completely on what Levi's favorite anime or manga is at the time. He has been stylized in everything from Moe to Anthropomorphic and Mecha, he is often drawn in cosplay. Barbatos adds special things to Levi's pictures by putting stylized Ruri-chan or other characters in with him because he likes to watch him cry his eyes out

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me mc #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me luke #obey me mephistopheles #useless writing

32 notes · View notes

nedjsmlfavs · 3 months

Note

Hellooo i just finished your fic Stitched Together (I've melted) and it is now absolutely imperative I ask if you have read Bone Tea by peachcitt please please read it its not the same at all but it is everything and i think you'll be delighted by the world she builds with it

I have not read that one, but I do have it in the to read list! If you're into witch AU's, I'd also suggest:

Something Familiar by Freedom_Shamrock

Marinette is a teenage witch, and it's time for her to find a familiar. Witch AU, no kwamis, Adrien never got to go to school

It also has Cat!Adrien, though he's a cat by choice in this one. It didn't inspire Stitched Together, but I think they have a similar vibe, so if you liked one, then you'll probably like the other! Note that you need an AO3 account to read it.

Other mentioned fics for those who have not read them and need more witches in their lives:

Bone Tea by @peachcitt

Ingredients: (1) self conscious but talented witch (1) dissatisfied former model (4) dead witches (1) missing mother (1) really bad guy (add in another for a more bitter taste) Instructions: Brew on low heat, stirring occasionally. Take your time in mixing and adding ingredients, and make sure the burn is slow and sweet to contrast the bitter tang of the brew. Pour in mug and serve. Savor the taste. Result: A multi-colored magical mess on your tongue, in your mind, and - most importantly - in your heart.

As I said above, I have yet to read this one, but I've heard good things from more than one reader and I'm excited to check it out during my next writing break!*

Stitched Together by Nedjemet (that's me!)

Stitch Witch Marinette was just supposed to be having a nice, terrifying outing with her best friends. She never expected to find a magically trapped kitten, but here we are! Whatever happened to this poor little guy?

An Adrien POV for this one will probably be my valentines fic for this year, so keep an eye out for that!

Happy reading!

*I avoid reading long fic while I'm actively writing in the same fandom because it risks messing with my writing style/characterization, so I mark interesting long fic for reading when I'm taking a writing break. You're always welcome to toss recs my way! It will just take me a while to get to them.

#love square #marichat #adrienette #fic rec

24 notes · View notes

tavyliasin · 4 months

Text

Festive BG3 Treats!

A spontaneous prompt from Tav'ern Discord inspired some spicy festive cards from all of our favourites! These are messages they might leave in a greetings card at this time of year - if there's anyone I missed that you want me to add, or if you'd like to throw your own ideas in, please do comment and reblog! I'd love to see what you all come up with too~ Smut below the cut~

--- MAIN COMPANIONS --- Gale: On the eve before the celebration, some traditions include a hot drink and a bedtime story... Well, dearest, how about I read you something hot and drink from you at bedtime instead? --- Astarion: Darling, you would look so beautiful dressed all in red and white...clothing not required~ --- Wyll: You are the greatest gift I could wish for, let me unwrap you carefully and give you a gift of my own. --- Halsin: My heart, I have heard that it is customary to bring a tree indoors at this time of year. While that does sound intriguing, I have another kind of wood that you can bring "inside"... --- Shadowheart: You know that I'm the only gift you need, but I should like to give you something in return... You decide where the mistletoe goes, and I will decide how to kiss you beneath it. --- Lae'zel: Tchk. If anyone attempts to invade my chimney I will fight them. However, you are welcome to try. I relish the thought of our "battle". --- Karlach: You don't need a fire, I brought my own! Hurry up and lay on the rug by my fireplace, I've been waiting all bloody year for this. --- Minthara: A trade, is it? I will not be outdone, but you will find yourself undone before the season is over. --- OTHER FAVOURITES --- Raphael: No I am not dressing up as Santa. However, there might be allowances made for a Little Mouse to sit upon my knee and whisper all their dirty little desires into my ear. All you need do is sign right here- --- Haarlep: If you wanted to sit on the lap of one dressed all in red, Little Thief, you need only ask. You can choose the form of the gift I deliver, and I will enjoy the taste of your "milk and cookies"~ --- Abdirak: Pain is a gift I will give or receive, gladly...I long for our flesh to be decorated with the colours of the season. Holly is sharp, is it not?... --- Alfira: There's lots of singing this time of year, isn't there... How about you and I compose our own duet? --- Rolan: I've been studying a while and this tower is cold...would you care to visit and warm it up? I have something new to show you, a kind of magic that you won't soon forget. --- Dammon: Do drop by the Forge soon, I've been working on something special... --- Gortash: If you do not wish to be beneath my heel, I suggest you place yourself beneath my tree instead. --- Isobel: I might not be a tree, but I want an angel on top of me. --- Aylin: None shall tie me down ever again...unless you ask nicely first. --- Emperor: I already know everything on your wish list, and I can tell you would rather be naughty than nice... --- Ansur: Why did you ask this of me? I am a dragon, and dead, and you carry my ex in your pocket. Is this some kind of sick joke? --- Geraldus: You gifted me another chance to show the honour of the Harpers. Would you allow me to return the favour? --- Jaheira: You are quite certain? Then you should come, cub...more than once. --- Nine Fingers Keene: I see you are Keene to feel all of my Nine Fingers. Earn the right, and I will consider it. --- Mizora: Such an eager little pup; forget the festive feast, taste the hells with me instead. --- CURSED LIST TO FOLLOW IN A REBLOG (I ran out of space? I kept getting errors...)

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #festive cards #spicy xmas #cards from your favourite characters #terrible pickup lines #add your own in replies and reblogs!

21 notes · View notes

canirove · 7 months

Text

Granada | Chapter 26

Author's note: The new prince is Dominic Calvert-Lewin, yes. Not the first time that he inspires me for a secondary character 😅

Previous chapter | Next chapter

Masterlist

“Welcome, Prince Lewin. It is an honour to have you here with us” the king said, giving him a big hug. He was young, and as Diogo had said, very handsome. He was as tall as Rúben, though his skin was darker, same as his hair. Though what caught Rowena’s attention, were his eyes. They were green, a shade she didn’t get to see that often and that reminded her of the woods back home, the ones where she would play as a kid.

“Thank you very much, your majesty” Prince Lewin smiled. His smile. That was another thing you could add to the list of things that made him one of the most handsome men Rowena had ever seen.

“Please allow me to introduce you to my family. This is my wife Izabel” the king said, gesturing towards her. “This is my son and heir Prince Diogo, and his wife, Princess Anne.”

“A pleasure to meet you, my lady. And congratulations.”

“Thank you” Anne giggled, making Diogo roll his eyes.

“And this is my other son, Prince Rúben, and his wife, Princess Rowena” the king continued.

“I’m glad to see you are fully recovered” Prince Lewin said, shaking Rúben’s hand.

“Thank you” he replied, his voice sounding deeper than usual.

“And what a pleasure it is to finally meet you, my lady” Lewin said, taking Rowena’s hand and kissing it. “I heard about what you did to defend your camp, and let me tell you… not many people are brave enough to do that.”

“Or stupid” Rúben murmured.

“You are too kind, my prince” Rowena replied, noticing the way Rúben shifted next to her.

“You must tell me everything about it and about how you learnt to fight. I know it isn’t the usual among your people. It isn’t among mine either, if I’m being honest” he laughed.

“It’ll be my pleasure, my prince” she smiled, feeling Rúben get even more uncomfortable.

“Shall we go inside and have a drink? I’m sure you could do with some refreshment” the queen suggested.

“That would be lovely” Prince Lewin said. “Would you do me the honour of walking with me, my lady?” he asked Rowena.

“Of course” she smiled, taking the arm he was offering her, Rúben murmuring something behind them. But she didn’t care. After the way he had treated her at the stables, he deserved it.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"This place is beautiful" Prince Lewin said as he and Rowena walked through the gardens.

"It is" she replied. Since his arrival, they had spent most of their time together, her becoming something like his guide and showing him the palace and its surroundings. Sometimes Anne would join them too, but she would get tired pretty soon and go back inside to rest.

"You are so lucky to live in a place like this… back home it is just sand wherever you look."

"That must be something worth looking at too."

"I guess it is, yes. Especially for someone so used to seeing trees and green everywhere" he smiled. "Do you miss that?"

"Sometimes. But not really. Here I also have woods I can visit, and the weather is so much better."

"This weather is lovely, I agree. Back home it is really hot during the day and at night it can get freezing cold."

"Not my thing, then" Rowena chuckled.

"Does that mean that you won't come visit me? I was thinking about inviting you and Rúben. If he hasn't killed me first" Prince Lewin laughed.

"What?"

"You must have noticed the way he looks at me. Is he jealous I may steal his wife?" he asked with a cheeky smile.

"He…" He hadn't said he was jealous, but the first night after Prince Lewin's arrival, Rúben had gone to bed at the same time as Rowena, making it very clear that he didn't like the way he behaved around her.

"You are a married woman. No decent man would do what he does" he had told her.

"He is just being friendly."

"Sure" Rúben had scoffed, getting into bed and going back to his usual self, also known as ignoring Rowena's existence.

"I hope I haven't caused any trouble between you two, my lady" the prince said.

"Oh, no, don't worry."

"But there is something definitely going on, isn't it? I'm sorry if I'm overstepping, but I couldn't help but notice that there is some… coldness between you two. And that shouldn't exist between such a perfect couple."

"We are far from perfect" Rowena laughed.

"I beg to differ. You are one of the most extraordinary women I've ever met, and he is… he is… well, you have eyes yourself, I don't need to say anything else."

"Sometimes that isn't enough, my prince" she sighed.

"Whatever is happening between you, I'm confident you will fix it. And I also know I don't want to add more to it."

"Wait, where are you going?" Rowena said, following the prince.

"To tell your husband he should not be jealous of me."

"Are you mad?" she said, grabbing him by the arm and stopping him. "You've come here to sign a peace treaty, not to start another war."

"It can't be that bad" Prince Lewin chuckled.

"It can. So please, don't tell him anything."

"Alright, I won't" he sighed. "But you must tell him."

"I already told him we are just friends, and he didn't believe me."

"Then we both must tell him."

"What? My prince, wait!" Rowena said, watching him march again.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"My prince!" Lewin said, walking into the stables.

"What can I do for you?" Rúben replied.

"We wanted to speak with you."

"We?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, me and your… my lady?"

"It's not fair!" Rowena said behind him, trying to catch her breath.

"What isn't, my lady?"

"You men and your stupid long legs!"

"Our… what?" Prince Lewin said, looking at Rúben.

"What can I do for you?" he asked again, ignoring his question.

"I already told you. Princess Rowena and I wanted to speak with you."

"Are you running away together after the peace treaty is signed?"

"Urgh" Rowena groaned, crossing her arms over her chest. "This is pointless, he doesn't want to listen."

"My prince… Rúben" Prince Lewin said, taking a deep breath. "You know the woman you married. She is like no other. Beautiful, brave, intelligent, funny… And the fact that you get to share your life with her, to love her and be loved by her, makes you one of the luckiest men in the world. You should never forget that. But I don't want that for myself. The only thing I want from her, is her friendship."

"Sure" Rúben said, rolling his eyes.

"It is the truth" Lewin continued. "She… she isn't the type of companion I look for. I'm interested in someone… different."

"You are not making any sense, my prince."

"I…" he said, running a hand through his hair. "I'm more interested… in someone like you."

"Oh!" Rowena gasped.

"I don't understand" Rúben said. "Me?"

"My prince, I… this must stay between these four walls. I know the horses won't talk, so you must promise the same."

"I promise."

"My lady?" the prince said, turning to look at Rowena.

"My lips are sealed" she replied.

"Thank you" Lewin smiled. "Rúben… I'm not interested in anything that goes beyond a friendship with your wife, because I don't like women."

"You… oh. Oh!" he said, realization hitting him.

"I hope you understand why you must keep the secret. Especially now with everything that is at stake."

"Yes, of course. I won't say a word, my prince" Rúben said.

"Thank you" Lewin smiled again. "I also hope this… information won't change your opinion about me. Wait, no. I hope it does" he laughed. "I hope you now see that there is nothing between Rowena and I."

"I do."

"Good, good. Can we all be friends now or is it too soon?"

"I think the prince will need some time" Rowena chuckled.

"Just a bit" Rúben smiled. And it was that smile. The one Rowena loved so much. The one she hadn't seen in what felt like an eternity.

"Why don't you join us later for lunch? We are eating in the gardens" Prince Lewin asked him.

"I'll think about it" Rúben said.

"Perfect. Then we will leave you to finish your work. Shall we, my lady?" Lewin said, offering her his arm.

"Sure" Rowena replied.

As they left, she looked back at Rúben one last time, hoping to maybe see that smile again. But it was nowhere to be found.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

47 notes · View notes

iggy5055 · 1 year

Text

Yandere platonic Batfam x Poor reader part 9

Summary: (Y/N) has help from Damian to get ready for the gala and after treatment she can finally talk again, but the party doesn’t go as planned.Let you dirty minds run free even if its platonic, because I do the same damn thing, there is no shame on this page all are welcome, loved and excepted.

I don’t add anything like weight or hair length/texture, skin color or anything like that so all feel included, I try to make my work as inclusive as possible, if I missed something please contact me if you where offended either way, If I do offend you I am so sorry none of this was meant to be offensive.

TW: This is platonic but that doesn’t mean it’s not suggestive, kidnapping, manipulation, fear, drugging, humiliation. y’all best get ready,

“ = talking

‘ = thinking

I’M BACK BITCHES!!!!!! WHO MISSED ME!?!?!?!

_____________________________________

Another week with them in my mind felt like a life sentence, long hard and boring to no end. But will all the meds they had me take and some kind of gross drink they gave me about three times a day to help the inside of my throat, along with all the time I was forced to spend with them, the week flew by.

I was finally able to talk but not for long or my throat would get sour, But it was a relief to finally be able to talk.

Even though I could never say the things I wanted to around all of the guys I still got the words out. I had gotten a bad habit of talking to myself. Mostly in the mirror. Like giving myself little pep talks or telling myself everything would be ok.

But the days after Bruce had told me I would be going to the winter ball were annoying as hell . After I fell asleep in Bruce’s office I had woken up in Jason’s room, he was cleaning his twin pistols while siting on the couch still in his Red Hood get up with the helmet beside him on the glass coffee table in front of him.

It didn’t scare me like I thought it would but it still made me nervous as hell. Him holding guns was not something that felt like it was safe to be around.

It took Jason a moment to realize I was awake but after he did, he got up and kiss my forehead good morning and got me some breakfast. After I had a much needed shower and changed into some different clothes. instead of Damian’s shirt he gave me one of his with some of my old baggy sweatpants.

I was glad to see that Damian was right and the bruise on my ankle was finally gone and the pain disappearing with it.

In all honesty I was getting used to the routine they had all set for me no matter how much I didn’t want to. And eventually the days just blurred together.

When I woke up this morning I was with Dick. Along with figuring out my daily routine I had also found my likes an dislikes of my new life. Even though I couldn’t do anything about the dislikes I felt it was important to take note of them. To both keep my sanity but also because it felt nice to know if nothing else my thoughts were safe. It was like having my own little world.

With the drugs they gave me I was extremely sluggish and couldn’t tense my muscles at all, but even if I was practically trapped in my own head I didn’t mind.

In the beginning it felt like torture, essentially being trapped inside ones own head. But I was also able to gather my thoughts and get a much better control over my emotions. It felt nice being in control of something again even if it was as small as my own thoughts.

But one of the dislikes I had learned was that Dick was my least favorite person to sleep with.

He was so clingy he had to hold me in some way shape or form and always in a way that his body was completely encasing mine.

I liked to sleep with Damian the most. He gave me my space and never tried to hold me. It was clear he wanted me to come to him but as long as I was being given the choice I was going to relish in the space he had let me have for as long as he would let me have it.

Tim wasn’t horrible to sleep with, he would always sleep facing me and I had always turned my back to him. He never minded. In fact none of them did. As long as I was in the same bed as them only Dick cared if I was in his arms or not. But Tim did like his feet to touch mine. I didn’t mind too much. Winter had hit hard early this year and the boys seemed content only giving me the bare minimum in cold protection so I would be more willing to cuddle.

All of the boys were like living heaters so on cold nights I didn’t mind Tim’s feet touching mine because mine were always cold

Jason was my second least favorite to sleep with. He was kind of like Dick in the sense that he always wanted to be holding me. He always slept on his back and often made me curl up on his side with my head nuzzled into his neck and my hand on his chest while he had his arm wrapped around me resting on my side. But unlike Dick after an hour or so he had no problem if I moved to turn away from him.

I knew he was awake when I turned. All of the boys were extremely light sleepers. Especially Damian, he never touched me in anyway when we would sleep but once I flinched in my sleep. I had dreamed of (F/N) again I woke up lightly flinching. not to much, barely even a twitch. After I had started to shake a little but it wasn’t much but even so, just a light little jump was enough to wake him up.

I had spent the rest of that night curled up with Damian crying.

Every morning was the same, they would give me the pain in the ass drugs and I would eat breakfast and switch to the next ‘brother’ for the day.

But this morning was different. Dick had woken me up. Usually they would wait for me to wake up by myself, but not today. But that wasn’t the only thing that changed.

Dick woke me up by lightly running his fingers through my hair.

“Baby bird~ time to wake up.”

When my eyes started to open he cooed at me while lightly kissing my forehead.

“no~o~o~.”

I whined.

I always tried to sleep as much as possible now. The more I slept the less time I had to spend with each of them. That and I had gotten used to the new routine so sleeping in became my normal most mornings.

“Oh come on, baby bird. Today is the winter ball, you have to get ready.”

I blink a few times tiring to get the sleep out of my eyes.

‘Right, a party.’

I sit up rubbing my eyes a little. I stretch out, falling down on my back again feeling my joints pop satisfyingly.

I sit back up and stare at Dick waiting for my lest favorite part of my morning.

Dick just starts back at me smiling fondly.

Dick was already dressed in a handsome suit. It was a regular black suit that fit him like a glove. He had on a white undershirt on and a nice blue tie.

After a minute I tilt my head to the side a little wondering what he was waiting for. Usually they would give me the drugs when I was still half asleep so that my brain wouldn’t realized that I was being given a needle right away. It was their way of trying to help my trypanophobia.

“Whats wrong, baby bird.”

Dick smile faltered for a moment. He was still smiling a little but he had a slightly worried look on his face. He cupped my cheeks with his warm hands. I could feel how hard they were from years of crime fighting and training but all of them had dialed down quite a bit on both training and going out. They only ever went out if It wasn’t my night with them.

“Needle?"

I figured out recently that he liked it when I talked with short sentences. Just talking enough to get the point across. He made sure to tell me it wasn’t because he didn’t like the sound of my voice, no for from. But he never actually told me why. I figured it was because it made me sound like a child. Someone who is innocent, weak, and unable to take care of themselves.

Dick chucked, not at me, more at himself. Seemingly because he finally realized what my seemingly strange look on my face was all about.

Dick especially wanted me to become accustomed to my new life as fast as possible so that I would give in to their every demand. But in all honesty they never asked much of me. Never told me to do anything unless is was just to be in close proximity to them when and where they wanted.

“No baby bird, not today. We want you to enjoy your time as much as possible. Besides, you have been nothing but good so think of this as a little test.”

He smirk and takes both my hands in his kissing each of my knuckles.

“If your good tonight well see about adjusting your dosage to even maybe stopping having to give you that horrible needle we all know you hate so much, baby girl.”

Times like this is why I was immensely grateful that I was so good at hiding my facial expression, I couldn’t help but cringe on the inside at his words. I know very well my life is in their hands. Not just my life, but also my soul, my heart and unfortunately, even most of my mind.

Because when you act for long enough, soon enough it stops becoming an act and more a desperate attempt for survival

I nodded, despite myself and stood up slowly. I never knew what any of the boy’s next move was so I always made my movements slow. Even with the drugs they gave me my movements were always slower then necessary.

I never wanted to anger or make them suspicious of me for any reason so being slow and seeming even more helpless then I already was seemed like the best option available to me.

Dick smiled again but his eyes held so much. His smile was deceiving. He was so good at hiding his emotions, it put my sad attempts to shame. But to be fair all of them were.

But his eyes let him down, I was with the Wayne family long enough to know the truth behind those deep blue eyes.

They held so much complexity much like the ocean they always seemed to represent so perfectly.

His eyes held something malicious in them. But not the kind that represented the wish to kill or harm. No, something much worse would dwell in those deep blue depths. It was the wish to coven and to keep. An obsession that could never be fulfilled only sated by the holding of the poor subject of that deep obsession.

And unfortunately, that was me.

Dick gently took my hand and led me over to the bathroom. He sat me down on the bathroom counted and took a warm wash cloth and wiped my face all over.

They all did this. They liked to touch me as much as possible, so washing my face was a good way stay close.

Next he brushed my hair but not with a brush like one might think. No, he likes to use his fingers.

But to be fair, it did feel great. His hands worked magic. Never yanking on a knot in my hair or pulling in anyway. Lightly massaging my scalp.

I couldn’t help but close my eyes and lean into him.

Dick chuckled at my reaction and kept rubbing in all the right spots till someone came bursting into his room, effectively interrupting his ministrations. To witch I wasn’t completely disappointed.

There was always a moment here and there when I gave into them a little more then I wanted so the interruption was much appreciated.

Dick was less enthusiastic about the interruption then I was however.

“Damn it, what are you doing!!!”

I flinch, I had almost never heard Dick yell before and with how sudden it was I couldn’t help but jump.

“Calm down, its my time with her and I have her dress so shut up.”

Damian was never one to hold back when it came to Dick. Out of all his ‘brothers’ it seemed he was also his least favorite.

He seemed to connect with most Jason but I think that its because both never had a problem with killing and Tim kept to himself so often that no one had the opportunity to have something against him.

Dick let out what almost sounded like a growl. Low and animistic, it sent shivers down my spine. But not the good kind.

“Fine”

He spit out, venom dripping from his voice like a rabid dog.

Damian smirked at his older brother.

Then his eyes fell on me. He tilted his head a little. It was something he did often, it made him seem more approachable and friendly but just like all the others, his eyes reveled his real intentions.

His deep green eyes looked just like his fathers, aside from the difference of color they looked exactly identical. It was a little chilling.

His dark green eyes like emeralds drilled into me, but not harshly, the look itself was intense but it was intense with affection.

With his head still tilted we raises his hand and uses a ‘come hither motion’ with his pointer finger.

My face reddens a little, embarrassed at the motion. It was like I was a dog.

But I did as ‘said’ and walked over, still moving pretty slowly. To slowly for his liking apparently.

Damian sighed and walked towards me. He grabbed my arm.

It wasn’t harsh but it currently wasn’t as gentle as usual.

He hoisted me up and over his broad shoulder.

I grunted when my gut came in contact with the hard muscle.

“GOD DAMN IT DAMIAN, BE GENTLE WITH HER, SHES FRAGILE!!!”

Dick wasn’t very enthusiastic about Damian taking me but apparently my rough handling was crossing his line.

This time it was Damian’s turn to growl. I could feel it vibrating through my body.

‘What the fuck, are they men or tigers?’

After they stair at each other for a while Damian breaks the unblinking eye contact and walks away with me still perched on his shoulder.

Once we got to to his room he plops me down on the couch by the warm fire.

With all the cold weather every hearth in the manor was always lit. It made me wonder where all this fire wood came from.

Damian had apparently had started staring at me during my solitaire thinking. He had a kind of lop sided smile that would make a girls knees weak.

My knees on the other hand was as still as concrete.

He held out his hand to me.

“Come here beloved, lets see you in this dress."

Behind Damian was a gorgeous long low cut dark green dress.

When I tried it on I didn’t really know what to think.

It was a tight fit until right under my boobs and then it was loose but not puffy. It had a slit going up my leg but because it was so loose you couldn’t see it unless I was leaning on my side. The dress was strapless and had a very low cut showing off my boobs, and I mean a lot of boob. It had built in support so my boobs were nicely lifted.

The color had me wondering how angry the others were that I was in Damian’s color and not theirs, or, if they even knew.

When i came out of the bathroom I turned around when i saw Damian. The back of the dress had a crisscrossing back instead of a zipper so I needed a little help.

Although I didn’t like the thought of getting held from them it was either that or let the strapless dress fall off.

Damian let out a deep yet soft chuckle shaking his head a little with his green eyes shut and walked over to me. He lifted his hands, and with the lightest touch anyone could imagine he laced and tightened the dress just right.

When he was done before I could turn back around he wrapped his arms around my neck

In his hand was a diamond neckless. It was a simple string of dimes held together with sterling silver but dispute its simplicity it was the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen

I gasped a little when it touched my skin. It was cold but not freezing, still not something I was expecting, nor enjoyed.

Damian chuckled at me and nuzzles into my hair.

“My little (Y/N), you really are too cute."

I turned around, Damian was wearing a similar suit as I had seen him wear before but this time instead of a regular green tie it was a black bow tie and a green dress shirt.

His hair was brushed back. He really was handsome but all I could see was a mad man with a look of obsession in his deep green depths. staring into his eyes made you lost. Like you are in a lush green forest, but in every forest is a monster, but in this case it wasn’t just one.

I put my head down, I didn’t know what to say and in all honesty I didn’t want to say anything to him.

Damian brushes his fingers on my bare shoulder lightly going up and down in a comforting moment, but his touch was so ghostly it could barely be felt.

I shiver a little getting goosebumps all over my skin, it made me so uncomfortable.

Damian chuckled at me again.

“Come Beloved, let’s finish getting you ready.”

By the time Damian was done with my my hair was shiny and looked like it was done by a professional. My makeup looked so natural, a little blush, some light eyeshadow and a mat dark lipstick. No eyeliner or other, which I really enjoyed and laid from curling my natural lashes I had no mascara on.

I really liked it.

Whenever I see fancy people in the streets the makeup is on heavy and the fact eyelash’s are horrible. I was worried he would do my face up like that, but it was very light. I thought it would feel like I had concrete on my face but with this makeup I looked amazing with very little.

In my head it made no sense that Damian could do hair and makeup so well, at this point I’m pretty sure that there was nothing this man can’t do.

When he was done he kissed my hair and looked at me through the mirror saying I looked beautiful.

Apparently the winter ball wasn’t just an evening thing. In the evening it was only the VIPs but the afternoon was also a part of the party but that was for most everyone. Note I said most, they say its for everyone but apparently its very secluded from the public.

I stood up. My feet a little shaky in high heels. My old job was fine with me just wearing old rarity sneakers as long as I could make my voice sound official and/or fancy.

As I stumble Damian grabs my arm to keep my up right. Once I find my feet again he holds out his arm my me to wrap my hand around.

As he walks me to the front door my head hangs low in thought. Mostly thinking about how my body was feeling. With the drugs I felt light, despite my lack of available moment I felt like a feather. But without them I feel like a fifty pound weight is weighing on my back. It made my feel dizzy, like my brain was spinning violently in my skull.

I lean on Damian, all be it somewhat unwillingly but it was either that or fall on my face from both dizziness and standing on two uneven thin sticks. However to be fair the unevenness was mostly from my lack of experience in the uncomfortable shoes but if I’m forced to wear them all day I imagine that i’ll get get used to it.

Let’s just hope I won’t have to dance, but let’s be real, my luck it horrible.

As we make it down the cascading marble steps to the large dark wood double doors the click and clack my heals draws my attention from my own depressing thoughts to what lay in wait for me.

Dick, Jason, Tim and Bruce are all waiting for me, staring up at me like I was a goddess from the heavens.

While they looked at me as if I was a gift from the heavens, I looked at them like they were demons waiting for me as one drags my down from my safe haven.

“Little one, you look beautiful.”

Bruce took both my hands, rubbing his thumbs on my knuckles in what was supposed to be a loving manner, as he looks me over with nothing my love and admiration in his eyes. Like looking over your daughter in her wedding dress. But all that look made me feel was uncomfortable. It took all of my power no to recoil from him and hide in a corner crying and begging for freedom.

Bruce kissed my temple after that and made his way outside. After everyone kissed me and complemented my appearance we all made out way out to a limousine.

On the way to the venue Jason wouldn’t stop playing with my hair. I was sitting in-between Dick and Jason. and with Jason occupied himself with my hair dick decided my hand was a better thing to fiddle with.

After a while I got both annoyed and irritated at Jason. Dick I could Manage, with Dick this was nothing new but It was a little odd for Jason so touchy. Of course I couldn’t just swat him away so I retreated into the safety of my own mind when a realization done on me.

“Jason?”

I spoke in a soft voice, once I said his name his hand left my hair and instead found purchase on the nape of my neck, rubbing lightly.

“Whats up, baby girl?"

I fiddle with my hands.

“W-why are y-you here?”

The second I said it I regretted it. The question made it seem like i hated him, and although I did, they didn’t need to know that.

I scrunch up expecting a slap or a harsh grab but instead he runs his knuckle softly on my cheek chuckling deeply.

It made a shiver run up my spine. I was relived he didn’t hit me but the atmosphere made me want to hurl.

Jason leaned into my ear, his lips caressing the shell of it.

“I am not going as Jason, baby girl.”

I turn to him, both out of stock and of a need to get his lips away from such a sensitive area.

“W-what?”

All of the boys chuckled at me this time. My face must have looked funny to them in such a shacked face.

“I am going to go to the winter ball as a Anthony Snow, A close friend of the Wayne family.”

I was frozen in place. I had no idea what to thing so I just sat there and nodded to satisfy them.

The rest of the ride was quiet. the only sound being Jasons hand running through my hair.

when we got to the gala venue I was blinded. Even with the heavily tinted windows of the car the lights still made me curl up on myself.

Damian was behind me and pulled me into his chest, pressing a cool hand to my forehead whispering in my ear.

“Shhhhhh, Beloved, no need to be scared. I have you. None of us will let anything bad happen to you.”

Dick came to my feet holding my hands. The limo really was huge.

“All the flashing lights and cameras can be scary, along with the snooty looks for high end peoples. But we won’t let you out of our sight for a second. One of us will always be close, baby bird."

I good and take a few deep breaths.

Dick moves away when Bruce came close. he kissed my forehead after Damian moved his hand.

“Come, little one. It’s time to make yourself known to the world.”

The car door opens and Damian makes his way out of the car first, followed by Dick then Tim and Jason, Or in this case Anthony.

The snapping of cameras and the yells for reporters was so loud and the lights so much brighter.

Girls were squealing at the sight of the four sexy men.

One even screamed “ Damian let me have your baby!!!!!”

I couldn’t help but snort at that.

Bruce stepped out before me and held out his large strong hand. I take it and hesitate for a moment before walking out.

Bruce removes his hand from mine and presented his arm. As I take it I look up. All of the boys waited for me about five steps away from the red carpet smirking at me. God knows what their thinking about.

But that wasn’t what held my attention. The moment I stepped out of the car everything went silent. Aside from the light sound of music coming for inside. It was like time seemed to stop. Reporters had their mouths wide open. Some had even dropped their cameras.

I assume that their staring was because I was with the most reclusive rich man in all of Gotham City. But I imagine the amount of skin I was showing helped all the intense staring.

I kind of find from all the people. All the eyes on me made me want to cry. The stress of the situation just all too much. After being secluded from the wold and people so much My body just moved on its own. Feeling safer with Bruce As close as possible.

Bruce could clearly see my fear as could the other boys. Bruce held be close giving me a kiss on the forehead and the boys glared at everyone around us.

Some of the reporters looked away and some continuing to take pictures as the reporters started to yell questions at him, But never at me. It made me feel like an object.

“Who is the young lady!?!”

“How old is she!?!”

“Is the young women your Lover!?!”

The last one made me blush like crazy as we made our way to the door of the venue on the lavish red carpet.

Bruce chuckled at my reaction.

“Father”

I whine, I hated the implication. I didn’t want to seem like a whore running after the riches man In Gotham who could be her Dad.

He leans down.

“Don’t worry my little one, no-one will think you are my lover after tonight.”

I turned my head at him in question.

When we enter the gala ball room I was even more over whelmed.

Women, more beautiful then I could ever imagine and men, not more scraping as the boys but still very handsome in their own right.

As we walk around, Bruce nodding at strangers (To me at least) as he spoke.

“I have been seeing a wonderful women for a while now. I intend to introduce both her and you to Gotham City tonight, Little one.”

I nod.

“Her name?”

I ask timidly.

Bruce stops. I freeze for a moment wondering if I did something wrong.

My hadn’t was wrapped around his right arm while his left was on my hand. He removes in and leans down a little and points.

He points an a beautiful women at the bar. With caramel skin, kind of like Damians and beautiful short dark hair with hard but also kind green eyes.

“Her name is Selina.”

My mouth falls open, She was wearing a revealing but very nice black dress. It was tight about her incredibly thin figure. She was gorgeous.

Bruce chuckles at my reaction.

“She is… so beautiful.”

My last words sounded kind of sad. I didn’t mean it to be, but in my eyes she was much more beautiful then I was, Even if such lavish clothes, all the women here looked better then me.

I felt so out of place, so wrong. I could feel tears well in my eyes.

Suddenly Bruce took my face in his hands and kissed my eyes one at a time.

“Little one, You are just as beautiful if not more so than all the women in this room.”

I hadn’t noticed Damian come up behind me and rub my bare shoulders. Form the could winter outside my bare skin was still a little chilled but his wands were warm and oh so comforting I couldn’t help my lean into them.

Damian leaned in, His lips ghosting the flesh behind my right ear.

“Come, Beloved. Let us get you something to drink."

I nod and let him lead me away to the bar.

He ordered a whisky for himself and some water for me.

As he sips on his drink I do the same. Looking around I see Bruce and Selina smiling at each other.

Damian Looks at me and sees what had got my attention.

He leans in once more.

“She is kind, but I don’t want you to speak to her.”

I look up at his puzzled. On the inside I was annoyed but I also knew I couldn’t disobey him if I dared.

“Why?”

My voice was quiet and meter. I needed his to know that I wasn’t challenging or disobeying him, just wondering why I could not.

He understood me luckily and smiled warmly kissing my knuckles.

“She is not as she seems, beloved. It is bad enough you know about us and what we really do you don’t need to be put in any more danger. Keeping you safe if our job as your brothers and I intend to.”

His eyes turn hard.

“Even if you don’t want me too.”

I nod, I look around again, not wanting to look into his eyes any longer. As I look around the room I pay more attention to the men.

All looked handsome but also… dangerous. Most of them seemed to be government officials, but some, here and there, looked like… Gangsters?

I could see weapons in their coats, Mostly guns for shoulder holsters, but also the occasional knife.

I clam up once more. Damian could clearly see something was wrong and picked up on why I was so uncomfortable.

He pulled me into his lap and I gasp. Even though no one was looking at us I was still uncomfortable.

No need to be scared, Beloved, no one here dare do anything. Its a power symbol. nothing more.”

I nod and move off his lap.

I needed a moment to myself, with all the people I needed to breath. I lean into Damian, him meeting me half way.

“Can I go to the bathroom? I need a second.”

He looks into my eyes for a moment. Not hard but still searching. Once he is satisfied he kisses my cheek lightly.

“Of course, Beloved, I will wait here and you will come back to me immediately, yes?

I nod and start to walk away when he gently grabs my hand and lightly pulls me back to him. his legs a lightly spread as I stand in between his my hand still in his, the other cliched close to my bare chest.

He smiles at me, kissing my knuckles.

“You have your beautiful voice back now, beloved. Let me hear it.”

He kisses my hand again.

“Please?”

I shudder lightly. He hand never said please before. none of them had.

It made my heart warm, like I was a real person.

“Ok.”

His smile widens.

“I’ll be here, Beloved.”

As I make my way through the crowd I get some strange looks. People knowing that I did not belong in this world.

As I look around I see some of the boys looking at me, I wave and point in the direction of the bathroom, once they see what I was doing they smile at me and nod.

But just before I enter the bathroom I see a, for a lack of better words, horrifying man.

But while scary he was also striking and handsome. I made a mental note not to go near him. His midnight black eyes stabbing into me.

I shudder again feeling the room drop a few degrees.

I walk into the bathroom. I run some water and rub it on the back of my neck, not wanting to ruin my makeup.

I look in the mirror trying not to cry.

After a few minutes I leave the washroom, having calmed down enough. If I had waited any longer the boys would have thought I did something I wasn’t supposed to.

As I walk back to the bar I can’t see any of the boys. It made me kind of scared. not only was I in a room of powerful and dangerous people but I had no one to keep me safe. And they were probably gone looking for me, It worried me knowing how mad they might be.

As I make my way to the bar I keep my eyes open looking for any more of the boys.

I was a few feet away from the bar but with all the people surrounding I could only see the tall wall of liquor behind the bar counter.

As I move throng the crowd I suddenly feel an arm wrap around me and cover my mouth with a damp sweet smelling cloth.

I couldn’t move, paralyzed with fear. my world going black.

My limbs felt heavy but my heart felt fast. But before all goes black I hear a deep graph unknown voice in my ear.

“You will be such a fun play thing, little girl.”

I was shivering and although I promised myself that I would never do so, I found myself thinking.

“Damian… Dick… Jason… Tim… Bruce, Please, anyone… Help me!!!”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere dc #yandere batfam x reader #yandere platonic batfamily x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake

215 notes · View notes

nekoannie-chan · 8 months

Text

A (not) good cake slice

Title: A (not) good cake slice.

Ship: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers (Friendship).

Word count: 632 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: B4 “Sharing a really decadent piece of cake”.

Summary: Wanda and Steve wanted to talk and enjoy a slice of cake.

Warnings/Tags: horrible piece of cake, refuse the service in a cafeteria.

A/N: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo @marvelrarepairs MarvelRarePair Bingo Round 2 2023. Annie MRP-066.

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Add yourself to my taglist here.

My other media where I publish: Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter.

If you like it, please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

Tags: @sinceimetyou @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad @navybrat817 @angrythingstarlight @shield-agent78 @charmed-asylum @caplanbuckybarnes @sapphire-rogers @nana1000night @talia-rumlow @writingshae @alexxavicry @azulatodoryuga @daemonslittlebitch @chaoticcollectivenightmare @endlesstwantedd @chemtrails-club @whiskeytangofoxtrot5555 @here4thefanfics @theestorm @patzammit

It had been a long time since Steve Rogers and Wanda Maximoff had last seen each other, and they mostly chatted like old times. After the devastating events of the last battle against Thanos, the Avengers were scattered in different directions to heal their wounds, move on with their lives, fix some unfinished business, and readjust as they had done once before. But the friendship between Steve and Wanda was special, and they always found a way to get together every so often.

It was a warm summer day in Brooklyn, and Wanda and Steve had arranged to meet at the coffee shop they used to visit. Steve arrived first and chose a table in the corner, where he could watch people walk by while he waited for his friend. It wasn't long before Wanda appeared in the doorway. She looked more cheerful than last time; maybe she was starting to recover from everything that had happened in her life. Steve stood up to greet her with a warm hug.

"It's been a long time," Steve said sincerely.

They sat down and began to catch up. Wanda told him about her time traveling to different countries, learning about other cultures, and helping people with her skills. Meanwhile, Steve shared with her how he had been involved in projects to help war veterans reintegrate into society.

After a while of conversation, they realized that no one was attending to them. Steve got up to see what was going on; however, he returned crestfallen, and it seemed that they were not going to be attended to.

As soon as he informed Wanda, they left the place. The last time they saw each other, Steve promised her that they were going to have a slice of cake. Somehow they were used to being turned away from some places; they knew that not everywhere they went would be well received after what happened, and they knew that many people were not happy.

With a slight smile, Wanda suggested they look for another coffee shop nearby. Although the last experience was not pleasant, they were both determined to enjoy that longed-for slice of cake. They walked together through the bustling streets of Brooklyn, recalling some funny moments from their past adventures, which filled the atmosphere with a slight sense of nostalgia.

Eventually, they found a small bakery with a cozy and quiet atmosphere. They sat down at a table by the window, and a friendly waiter came over to take their order. Without much thought, Wanda and Steve ordered two slices of chocolate cake.

The waiter returned with the order, and they both looked at each other with anticipation. They had been waiting for this moment for some time, and it looked like they would finally get their wish. They picked up their forks and took the first bite.

However, something was not right. The expressions on their faces changed instantly, and they shared a confused look. The cake didn't taste as delicious as they expected; in fact, it tasted strange and unpleasant. But instead of complaining or brushing it aside, they decided to find a bright side to the situation.

Steve laughed softly and said, Well, at least it's a memorable experience, right?"

"Yes, it certainly is. I think this will be the most unique cake we've ever shared." Wanda nodded with a smile on her lips.

Although the taste of the cake was not as expected, the conversation was pleasant. They both understood that sometimes things don't go as planned, but that didn't mean they should let it ruin the moment.

They finished the cake, trying to continue with positivity. After leaving the bakery, they continued walking around Brooklyn, enjoying the summer breeze.

The next time they see each other, it will be better.

#marvel rare pair bingo #mrpbingo #wanda maximoff #steve rogers

14 notes · View notes

spnfanficpond · 6 months

Text

Weekly Pond Newsletter

The third "airaversary" of the last episode of the show is coming up, and here at the Pond, we're working hard to stay in denial about that! Nothing on Supernatural ever really dies, and since Supernatural happened on Supernatural, we figure that goes doubly hard for the show! So, everything's fine! We're fine! It's all fine!!

Old Business:

Secret Santa 2023 - Signups are open! If you like to both give and receive fabulous fanfics, then this fic exchange is right up your alley. You fill out the form, and we match you up with someone compatible with you based on your and their answers. Click here for more info on how to get involved! Click here to see last year’s masterlist!

October's Angel Fish Awards - The post finally went up! Click here to see all the fabulous fics that were nominated! Remember, we accept nominations all the time, but the deadline for entries into the raffle is the end of each month. Click here for details about how to participate!

SPN Rewatch: Fanfic Edition - We had another great chat, this time about episodes 1.05 Bloody Mary and 1.06 Skin. We also added a few new thematic docs to The Archive, like Dean is a giant nerd and No chick-flick moments. Links to thematic docs are at the bottom of the masterlist! (Some of the new docs are still under construction, but help with construction is always welcome! All of the docs in the Archive are set in suggestion mode so anyone can add to them!)

Last week's #TweetFicTues prompts -

New Business:

Fishing For Treasures - Next weekend is FFT weekend here at the Pond! November's theme is Gen fics! No romance here! Fics can have pairings, but the main plot of the story can not be the romantic relationship of the pairing. Click here for more information!

#CreationHON - Next weekend is also the Hawaii convention weekend! If you're attending the convention and want to find fellow Pondies to meet up with, we have a channel for that in our Discord server!

Expanding our reach -

We've heard the rumblings about Automattic stopping all but maintenance services to Tumblr and how this will spell the end of the Tumblr platform. We've also been very aware that Twitter is also dying, it's just taking its sweet time about it. Since these and our Discord server are the only platforms we're on, it seems like we might need to branch out to another platform. Please fill out this super short survey to let us know what other platforms you use and what platform you think might be best for us. We will stay on Tumblr until the lights go out, but it's never a bad idea to have a backup. Let us know what you think!

(Divider by @glygriffe!)

That's all for this week! To see all Pond events, and also other SPN-related things like conventions and online concerts, check out our Google calendar! Click here for a static view in Eastern US/Canada time (desktop only, no mobile app access, sadly), and click here to add our calendar to your own Google calendar! We try to keep it as up to date as possible. If there's something you want to see on the calendar that's not there (maybe a convention we missed, or cast birthdays, or something similar), send us an ASK and let us know!

Hope you have a great week! - From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore and @heavenssexiestangel!

8 notes · View notes

p-perkeys · 6 months

Note

I love your snikt fam art!! Really enjoy seeing Laura with the blue & gold streaks, gives her a bit of personality y’know.

I recently found out that Wolverine has another kid, storyline took place within the whole Savage Lands thing. A son called Erista of the Tribe of Fire? & I thought that might be a cool storyline to go with but as usual marvel just kind of dropped that all together I guess? I thought maybe if you were interested in adding another snikt member (he isn’t confirmed to be a mutant or human so I guess imagination is free range lmaoo) to your stories that might be a cool idea?

I can imagine Akihiro wouldn’t be too happy with a brother especially considering he’s biologically Logan’s and not a clone, I think marvel missed out on an opportunity to show the internal struggle that would cause for a newly reformed Akihiro who’s stepped up for his sisters but would probably have a harsher outlook on another male in the family especially if that brother took a completely different attitude towards Logan. But then again I think marvel miss the mark quite a lot.

This was a very random thought, Sorry if this was an unwelcome suggestion, pls ignore if that isn’t your cup of tea & thank you for posting such great content in form of writing & drawing.

Hey there! Thank you so much!! I’m so glad you enjoy the content I post, that makes me so happy!! I love that we can all come on here and bond over shared love for these characters and stories 🥰

Marvel is the worst with dropping storylines and making really cool characters for one story and then just ignoring them 😭 another Snikt family member would definitely be fun to incorporate, especially another son! I would love to see Marvel bring them all together, Jimmy and Raze, and Erista too! I can definitely add him to the drawings and stories :) I think that’s a very cool idea ❤️

I agree with Akihiro’s struggles too. Other than the brief interactions he add with Jimmy in X-Men Blue, he’s only had interactions with his sisters. I’ve always felt like the dynamic would shift with a brother for the same reasons you said - just with everything Romulus put him through I think he’d have to work through feeling threatened or jealous/competitive to make sure he doesn’t lose his place in the family. Especially if Erista did have different feelings about Logan. That’s a really good idea and very inspiring!

Please don’t apologize, it’s a very welcomed thought and I appreciate you sharing this with me 🥰 would you want to see any specific scenarios, or do you have any specific ideas that you’d want to see?? And thank you!

7 notes · View notes

wa-royal-tea · 2 years

Photo

Previous | Beginning | Next

(Transcript under the cut - Click Pics for HQ Version!)

@thebrixtons

Crystal Bridal, Brindleton (2:30pm)

Ginny: The boys are really enjoying themselves today.

Indirah: Why’d you say that?

Ginny: Rainier just sent me a picture of them hanging out at a café. I could’ve sworn he said he was tired when we arrived last night.

Indirah: Tired my ass. Who else is there?

Phone Screen: [Contact Name: Rain-near 🌧🥰]

Rainier [text message]: I’m at Starbucks, you want anything?

Ginny [text message]: Mint chocolate chip frappe please ^^

Ginny [text message]: I’m gonna be home a bit late. Don’t wait for me!

Rainier [text message]: Alrighty. Be careful~

Rainier [text message]: Oooh, your ex is here too! 😏

Ginny: It’s just Alfie, that Astor friend of his. Oh! Carlos’ there too.

Indirah: Yikes. Does Rainier know about Carlos?

Ginny: Yeah. I told him everything. I think he doesn’t mind. He did sent me the “oh, your ex is here too.” message.

Indirah: *scoffs* Not the jealous type huh?

Ginny: I’ve never seen him jealous so far.

Indirah: Yeah, so far. Guys like him are scary when they’re jealous. You don’t want to see that.

Ginny: I mean, I don’t mind if he’s a bit jealous. I do want to see another side of him, y’know?

Indirah: You two have been together longer than Alfie and Lina. Haven’t you seen everything?

Ginny: Well yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’ve seen everything everything. Mum said guys won’t show their true colors until you marry them. I still need to be careful.

Nora (in the background): I think an A-line dress would look good on you, don’t you think?

Catalina:...

Clementine: Lina? Earth to Catalina?

Catalina: *startled* H-huh? What?

Clementine: Nora asked you a question. Is everything okay?

Catalina: I...I’m fine. What did you ask, Nora?

Nora: I was just suggesting that maybe you could get an A-line dress for the ceremony. But if you don’t like that, maybe you can ask Miss Karina for her opinion.

Catalina: I uh...I don’t know. I’ll be fine with whatever dress that looks good.

Karina: I’m sorry, your royal highness. But the Queen and Crown Prince specifically said that you have full control over how your wedding dress will look like. I’ll just tailor it to your liking.

Catalina: Oh, uh, alright. I think Nora’s suggestion is good. I do like A-line dresses. Maybe some lace for the sleeves and shoulder area too?

Karina: Mhm, I’ll write that down. Is there anything else you’d like to add?

Catalina: Hmm...I don’t think so?

Karina: Okay. We can always add anything else you think of in our next appointment.

Catalina: Yeah, alright. Thank you for today, Miss Karina.

Karina: It’s a pleasure, ma’am.

Clementine: Lina, we’re going to Ginny’s for lunch. Join us?

Catalina: I’d love to, but I’m a bit tired. Maybe another day?

Nora: Is everything alright? You’ve been acting different today.

Catalina: I’m fine, Nora. Don’t worry. I’m just...exhausted from everything.

Clementine: You need a break. Go home and rest.

Catalina: I will. See you guys later. Tell Ginny I’m sorry I can’t join you guys.

Clementine: Mhm. Take care.

Symphony Manor, Holan (3:28pm)

*door opens and closes*

Julia: Welcome home, your royal highness.

Catalina: Oh! Julia, you scared me. Why haven't you gone home yet?

Julia:...I was waiting for you, ma’am.

Catalina: *sighs* Another one?

Julia: I’m afraid so.

Julia: Here, ma’am.

“You’re making a mistake. You think he's going to accept you as you are after what happened in the past? Don't be naïve. - G”

Catalina *thinking*: Who is this “G” person? Why did they keep on giving me these weird letters?

Julia: Ma’am? Should I let the Crown Prince know about this?

Catalina: No. He’s already busy with other matters. I don’t want to worry him more.

Julia: But—

Catalina: I’ll be fine, Julia. Go home, please.

Julia: I’ll take my leave then. Please excuse me.

Alfie *from downstairs*: Lina? You home?

Catalina: Shit.

*door opens and closes*

Alfie: There you are.

Catalina: Hey. You’re back early. I thought you were having fun with the boys?

Alfie: I did. But Carlos had to leave. He has to pack for Gardania tomorrow. He has another movie shoot there.

Catalina: O-oh. That’s cool.

Alfie: What are you doing here? I thought you’d be back late?

Catalina: I was tired.

Alfie: Tired? Are you sick? Here let me check—

Catalina: *jumps back* No!

Alfie: Is everything okay? Why did you flinch? Did I do something wrong?

Catalina: No, I mean—I’m fine. I’m just...tired. I’m going to take a bath.

71 notes · View notes

himbos-hotline · 1 year

Text

Requesting rules [I guess?]

I though I'd lay out? explain things? I don't really know? An explanation of how to request things from me, so it's easier for us,I guess [I'm working on this after a panic attack so if this doesn't make sense. I'm sorry]

Right now I am writing mainly for aew but I will also accept wwe ships

Firstly, my requests are open! I make moodboards/gifs/writing/artwork/playlists/video edits. You are allowed to request any of that! I love getting requests and doing things so without futhur adu!

Writing:

Please at least try to add the prompt in, I normally reblog a lotta prompt lists and if the asks are a little bit old seeing "seven from the prompt list" can get kinda confusing.

I don't write X reader so people sending either just a wrestlers name, I won'twrite it I'm sorry. If you're looking for fantastic x reader authros I HIGHLY suggest @naturalxselection and @darkorderaf

If you would like me to write a specific ship, Pease add them with the prompt. Otherwise im gonna just guess and it might end up being one of my Oc's [I should make another post for them]

I will write smut, I have only written it once so it isn't really something ive dabbled in before. There isn't much I will not write.

I am dyslexic, so there may be stupid spelling mistakes or a word that doesn't fit in the sentence. I normall see these AFTER i've published and the posts been reblogged. I have no beta reader- we die like Adam Cole here

Gifs/artwork:

I use like three different gif programs to make things. I could also use my video editing program. I haven't made gifs in a while so it might be a while for me to get back into the sing of things

I am currently having artblock/inability to work on drawings So these might take longer to produce then like, writing or gifs.

Playlists/video edits:

If you have an idea send it in, just mention the song/some songs you would like on the playlist/ what specific clips in the video editing thing

My video edit's aren't good since I use a free program and It isnt something ive dabbbled in since I was about sixteen.

You are also welcome to tag me/show me your wrestlers playlists/OC playlists or anything else you wanna show me

I think that's everything. Onto some important links I guess?

Current works in progress List of Original characters [To do] Asks = writing sprints Caard with taken anons/Materlists

#requests: open #rules and regulations #mouse begs for asks

19 notes · View notes

hekates-corner · 5 months

Text

Apothecary Diaries | WN Translation | Arc 9 - Chapter 14

Hi, however you found this: Welcome.

For a number of reasons I ended up here. I relay all that happens in the chapters, playing wine-aunt, as I go about translating to the best of my abilities.

Be warned that all the spoilers are down below - want spoilers but less? My dm's/asks are open!

New here or missed a part? Check out the Masterlist.

Enjoy!

Chapter 14 | Festival

The chapter opens with a rustling sound being heard from the entrance of the tent. Once Maomao opens her eyes, Chue had returned (from the festival) with food.

“This is for (you), Maomao-san.”

Maomao thanks her. As narrator she goes on saying that Chue places a tallow candlestick on the carpet - it had a strangely delicious smell which, Maomao gathers, is because it might be made from animal ingredients.

Chue had brought along two sets of each dish, plus new soup, placing everything around the candle. The food was made with potatoes and other ingredients they had on hand, but it turned out to be quite luxurious.

Maomao pats her stomach, she’d had a good night’s sleep so she was hungry.

Chue then tells her that the festival was well-received by everyone and Maomao says that that’s good to hear.

Chue goes on saying that now everyone’s eating, drinking and feeling good “Just like that.”

Our narrator tells us that stringed instruments and singing can be heard from outside the tent. While the whole thing felt like an afterthought/a spur-of-the-moment affair, she’s glad it worked itself out as a proper festival in its own way.

Chue says that she’ll go about telling Maomao the impression of every dish one by one, Maomao says “Please.”

Like before, they somehow end up sitting straight, facing one another, looking at the food that’s laid out.

The first Chue goes over is “roasted sweet potatoes, like the name suggests, they’re just that” and Maomao’s like “Yes.”

Both types of potatoes were roasted. However, since they were baked under the supervision of a professional potato expert (Lahan-nii), they were more moist and delicious than if Chue had simply cut them up and roasted them over an open fireplace.

Chue notes that they have a nice honey color - Maomao says that they still have some flakes left.

“Sweet potatoes were popular among women and children. The men preferred potatoes with *milk* cheese.” - Chue fills Maomao in, who adds that “We prepared milk with added salt.”. Which would’ve helped to stir up their appetites.

Chue asks “How do you make that?” and Maomao’s like “Oh, that is” - letting us know that Chue’s wondering about “the viscous mass”.

Chue fills us in that at first no one ate that, because it gave them the creeps. It wasn’t until after she herself had put some on a piece of pan and ate it that the villagers began imitating her.

Maomao adds that it was also her first time seeing the dish, out loud, and that Lahan-nii made it.

As narrator she explains that you have to steam, peel and mash the potatoes. After that the mashed potatoes were mixed with cheese and pieces of smoked meat, as well as seasoned with salt.

Chue, I think, says that the dish would go even better if they had some green pepper - but Maomao argues that green pepper is a lil too expensive for common people.

As she munches, Maomao grabbed some soup (it should be her).

She asks “Who made this?” and Chue explains that when they ran out of soup, Lahan-nii would improvise. Aka, the remaining boiled sweet potatoes were crushed and added to the leftover soup from home. Cow’s milk and salt were added to adjust the taste. She says that he also added leaves, but has to inquire about what those were.

Maomao explains “Ah, that’s an aromatic herb. There was some growing on the way here.”, then she snorts - causing Chue to give her a look with half-lidded eyes.

“I heard that some people were making a fuss about not having enough medicine a few days ago.” - Chue says, but Maomao counters that “Herbs are more of a seasoning than a medicine.”

Narrator-Mao’s like “Anyway, let’s see how the soup tastes.”

Maomao says that it’s good, considering it was improvised and Chue agrees, saying that she’d like to try it at home in the future.

Maomao then thinks something along the lines of “Lahan-nii’s waste of talents is way too effective” based on the kanji.

As narrator she guesses that, since he’s such a jack-of-all-trades, he/they probably didn’t think there was anything noteworthy about him (or that he himself was too clumsy to notice) - as well as that it/he is actually very convenient.

Maomao then kinda says and repeats that one line from a while ago about how nice it would’ve been if he was born into a normal/good family.

Chue agrees with “Yes, he’s an unfortunate gentleman/man.”

They just kept talking about him without knowing his name.

Another dish he prepped is made of sweet potatoes, which were mashed, then kneaded with milk and the mix was roasted. The outside is coated with egg yolk and browned.

Chue repeats that sweet potatoes were popular with kids.

Maomao in turn says that he could’ve made them with starch syrup made from sweet potato instead of white yam - but as the narrator notes that unfortunately making starch syrup takes too much time.

She goes on thinking “Isn’t there malt sugar too?” and adds, as narrator that, although starch syrup is made from malt, it also uses sticky rice as an ingredient. Hence, it couldn’t be produced in this region where there’s no rice.

In addition there’s another dish made of cut up potatoes that are stir-fried with smoked meat and other vegetables. That was then seasoned with little bits of herbs and salt. The salty flavor seemed to be popular with men.

Chue then brings up another dish “Oh, this one was popular with the wives. They asked Lahan-nii how to make it.”

What Chue’s picking up with her chopsticks is sweet potato mochi. For that, the potatoes are mashed, kneaded and mixed with flour. Salt is then added and they’re baked with dried cheese. Since they’re cooked with buttermilk instead of oil they have a much nicer scent.

Chue adds that the wives seem to like the unique texture and the way the cheese stretches when freshly baked. She then goes on eating the mochi, causing cheese to flow from it.

Chue goes on noting - while eating - that given all the dairy products and meat.. The fact that they can use it as much as they like, is a strength. In Hisashi-shū those are luxuries. She then asks if “When it comes to potatoes, the combination and ingredients are.. suitable, aren’t they?”

She also adds that they were glad they could match it with everything - but then admits that not everyone was served fish.

Narrator-Mao fills us in that it’s apparently for religious reasons.

In her head Maomao’s like “Even though the river’s nearby”, but recognizes as narrator that, while a waste, it can’t be helped.

Once she’s done eating most of the food, she checks in with Chue.

Whether it’s a god or ritual, Chue doesn’t think they’ll listen to her or Maomao. From the get-go the imitation of the ritual was a farce.

And, speaking of reality– (Not sure about that one)

“Do you think the villagers got greedy?”

“Yes, they had a good appetite.” Chue sips from her milk tea and laughs.

Narrator-Mao goes on with the fact that the biggest problem of this village is its simplicity. They generally have no motivation and will be satisfied as long as they can keep up a certain living standard.

They don’t work because even if there’s no harvest they’ll have their bare minimum livelihoods secured.

Since they have no material desires, they don’t want more. They’re satisfied with just what they’ve been given.

That’s why they/Maomao decided to serve a dish the villagers never had before - trying to make it as easy as possible by only using the materials available in the village.

The next line is either about Maomao’s group not knowing the villagers taste hence they tried as many varieties as possible - or about the villagers not knowing what would be to their tastes so they tried the most varieties.

Maomao thinks that so long as they have certain ingredients, they can eat this anytime.

Those *ingredients* are sweet potatoes and potatoes.

In other words, if they have those two things, they can recreate this entire feast Maomao’s group prepared today.

Chue then says that the village chief asked her how much he could buy it (potatoes) for. Maomao asks what Lahan-nii said.

Chue says that it seems like Lahan-nii doesn’t know much about accounting, so she informed him (chief?) of the transportation cost.

Maomao kinda teases aloud that in this aspect Lahan-nii doesn’t look much like his brother.

As narrator she notes that she believes she can hear a voice immediately say “I was born first!”.. but maybe that was just her imagination.

Chue explains that when the chief heard the price he was shocked, stunned and disappointed at the cost. Maomao’s like “I’m sure.”

But. “That’s why Chue-san put on a masterful performance and looked at him with compassion like a fairy and said-”

~ Can’t you at least share some seed potatoes for a lower price? ~

In her head Maomao praises Chue for understanding so well. (the whole plot & what to do to make it happen)

Narrator-Mao explains that - If they were to give away the potatoes for free, it’s gonna be alms for the villagers again. They may also start hoping they’ll keep getting them for free. It’s important that they (MM’s group) take at least some money from them.

“And if they have leftover potatoes you can sell them and get salt.”

The large amount of salt used is probably one of the reasons why the dish is highly rated - because the more seasonings you use, the better the quality of the meal will be.

Maomao asks if he (the chief?) didn’t find it troublesome to make the potatoes but Chue explains that “As for growing potatoes, Lahan-nii said that once you’ve planted them, they don’t take much work.”

Maomao argues that the issue is cultivating land - Chue just says “Yes” and smiles.

She adds. “It seems we’ll be planting on the new land Nenshin just cultivated.”

They had connected the festival/ritual with the potatoes.

Chue explains that “It looks like the land was originally used as a field by the serfs. They couldn’t afford wheat, so they only cultivated the land in autumn (akiko). However, as a condition, I asked them (villagers) to dispose of the locusts.

“As expected of you, Chue-san.” - Maomao claps her hands.

Chue goes on with the fact that Lahan-nii immediately taught them (villagers) how to process the seed potatoes. But, he said he’d need plant ash, so Chue asks if the ash here is fine.

Maomao can only counter that she thinks it’s alright.

As narrator saying that the ashes in the fireplace are made from burning sheep dung. Sheep dung is made from grass, so it’ll probably work out.

So far, Narrator-Mao adds, things have gone well. As for the desire of the villagers—

In her mind Maomao wonders if the potatoes will prevail. Adding, as narrator, that she thinks the potatoes are probably okay. That’s why they had prepared so many potato dishes.

When it comes to sweet potatoes, her guess is that it’s 50/50. Even if they can harvest it, it’ll be decreasing - however, if they can grow them with little care it’s worth it.

Because, Mind-Mao notes, sweetness is a luxury item here.

She has high hopes for the kids that were stuffing their faces with sweet potatoes.

And, even if sweet potatoes don’t become established, so long as potatoes are, their planting will compensate for the (missing) amount of sweet potatoes.

Mind-Mao hopes it will go well.

The chapter ends with her having a sip of milk tea.

| Notes & Chapter 15

Just a couple things.

- We're back to the og post format. This involves everything that's said in the actual chapters, but for reading flow I add clarifiers etc. It's basically written how I'd tell a friend what's happening line by line.

Why's that? I've been meaning to explain that the jap writing system is quite different. The usual max is 3-4 sentences, then a new paragraph. Often text is split with "." instead of commas or other means we use on a daily basis.

It makes it difficult to keep track or read without it feeling like bullet points when you're not used to it. Same goes for figuring out who's talking, etc.

A fourth of my time is spent on figuring out who's talking more than actually translating xD Sometimes you need the full chapter to go "Ah, I got it now"

- The back and forth between ritual & festival stems from it being pretty much that way in the story. Sometimes they're clearly referring to a festival, other times it's a ritual.

- Which leads me into a summary explanation of what's going on in these last few chaps. The wind-reading tribe made people believe it's a ritual, while it's more of a.. tradition for crop's sake. In the last & this chapter Maomao & gang tried to make the current villagers believe in it being a ritual for a god so they'll play along.

Everything in these chapters is them trying to manipulate the villagers into moving their own butts to make a living, in short short.

- Not all the dishes are named, that part's as confusing to me as it probably is to you.

- The lines about Lahan-nii were hard for me to translate. Maomao basically notes the same things as before. He's sold under worth, born in the wrong family, but to her causes that's actually convenient.

I'm aware that this comes across as quite shitty, arguably most of the relationships are.. quite shady, the last number of chaps especially, but in her head and based on the kanji usage she actually thinks these.. rude things quite highly of him. The bond in the kanji is pretty similar to how she used to be with Jinshi. Cold and rough but deep down there's actual admiration, etc.

Hope you enjoyed and stay safe!

#kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #hekates apothecary

6 notes · View notes

aj-the-terrible · 6 months

Text

Bitter : One {Aro x Fem!Reader}

Author's Note: This is my first real writing for a long time so PLEASE give me feedback. Tell me if I need to add more detail, if the characters seem kind of OOC, if the world building needs some more work. I will not be offended. This is the first part so it's main objective is to give background on the story so feel free to give suggestions or thoughts on what might happen next. Please enjoy!

Side Note: I felt a Fem!reader suited more for what I had in mind for the story, but if you would like a more variety of pronouns, please pair it with any suggestions you make.

Please Enjoy!

{}{}{}{}{}

I like to think that God heard my prayers that day, but I know I was saved by the Devil himself, and I will forever be his servant.

It was my big day. The sun was setting gorgeously along the horizon. Italy at this time of day was my favorite. It was when everybody turned in for the night, dreaming of tomorrow. It was a shame I was here under horrible circumstances. A soft knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts.

“It’s time," rang the voice. No joy or excitement could be heard from their voice. A sad ballet played in the atmosphere of the building.

I wore a red wedding gown, the last sign of my rebellion against my family. Red was my favorite color, always has been, and forever will be. It was in the style I had always wanted. A floor-length ball gown with intricate embroidery and lace on the bodice The lacey sleeves flowed down past my wrists. The finishing touch of my red veil flowed behind me as I walked the aisle.

Silent tears rolled down my face as the music chimed in my ears and I stepped through the ceremonial doors. Getting married to a man I did not love or even like was going to be my undoing. I had dreamed of doing so much more with my life, but now I would only be a trophy wife.

It was my “in-laws” fault. They had heard me, the daughter of the largest stockholder in the area and a world-class violinist, had slept with their son, Marc, and an evil plan had been formulated. They spread rumors and even showed evidence to Marc that I was pregnant. He insisted we get married, and my family did too. I had never seen my aunt Judy turn that shade of red before. Nobody believed me when I told them the truth. Marc’s family spouted lie after lie. But I just didn't care anymore about how I got to this point.

The tears were gone when I made it to the altar. I was irritated; I just wanted everything to go back to how it was. I wanted my freedom back. I wanted my choice back.

I looked up to the man, who was oblivious to all the wrongs he was doing to me, and stared resentfully into his eyes. He didn't seem phased by my dried tears or sour expression. I turned to look back at the guests and became even more bitter.

I wanted a grand wedding one day, one filled with the people I loved. Now I was stuck with my freedom in another person’s hands. Andin a room with everybody who wanted to either marry me off or cause me emotional, and maybe even physical, harm

I had tried to run away, but they caught me, and there hasn’t been another opening in a long time. I was so stupid getting caught; I should have waited longer. And now, here I am in front of our families and maybe some of Marc’s friends, about to become a shell of myself for the rest of my life. Anyone who didn’t agree with the wedding was not welcome at the wedding, which included the people I cared about most.

I didn't realize how close my life was to being officially over until the priest said "Speak now or forever hold your piece". The tears started up again. I was going to be bonded forever to somebody so blind and a family so vile. What more could they do to me?

"I object." Someone, whom I hoped was my savior, spoke. Everybody turned towards the church entrance, and there stood a group of eight people clad in black cloaks. Even from that distance, I could tell exactly what color their eyes were. Red. Blood Red.

My mother stood from her seat up front and turned to sneer, "And who are you to object!?"

Like lightning, the whole group was suddenly standing between the altar and the guests that sat in the church rows.

"Someone who thinks the bride and groom are not fit for each other." The man had porcelain skin and black hair that was slightly past his shoulders. A wicked smile spread across his face as he slowly turned and looked at everyone in the room. When his eyes stopped on me, I couldn’t help but feel fear creep through my body. His eyes were wild, almost animalistic. He was more dangerous than anyone I had ever met before. His stare made my need to run even higher.

I merely blinked before I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a hand wrap around Marc’s throat. A face was in his neck, and then I heard him scream. The whole room was filled with screams and blood within a few seconds. I was frozen in fear as chaos erupted around me.

I then saw the black-haired man, who spoke before slowly creeping his way towards me. With the way he looked at me, I was sure he was a cannibal, and from the way I saw the blurs of his comrades out the corner of my eye, it seemed like a cannibal with superhuman abilities.

My body filled with adrenaline as I turned my head to run and was slammed on my back. I couldn't even take my first step to try and escape. A hand around my throat squeezed tightly. A pair of familiar blood-red eyes stared into my soul. His black hair hung gracefully like a curtain on the sides of our heads as he moved his face closer to my ear.

"Always a bridesmaid, but never a bride," he whispered in my ear before I felt him bite into my neck. My scream got stuck in my throat. I tried to claw out of his grasp, but it was like prying a stone from brick from a wall.

I didn’t know how much worse my wedding day could go until the cannibal began to suck out the blood in my neck. The pain of being drained like a blood bag was excruciating; it felt like I could faint from the pain alone. It didn’t last long, thankfully.

The cannibal man threw himself away from me and began gagging on the blood he had taken from me. He looked like he ate a bitter fruit. He even started coughing.

I coughed and my lungs to finally having oxygen again and quickly applied pressure to my bloodied neck. This was my chance to try and run again.

‘Fuck everybody else in the room; I need to get away.’ I stood up and ran about three steps before I was grabbed from behind. I couldn’t tell who it was. Another set of fangs entered my body; this time they were along my shoulder. My scream filled the room this time. My body throbbed in pain, but then I heard a gasp, and I was let go again. I stumbled before running again; I wasn't going to stop now. I had to keep going.

As I was about to get down the altar step, a hand wrapped around my throat and lifted me straight into the air. The lack of oxygen was going to put me into a coma if this continued. I heard a deep growl.

"Who are you?" It was the same cannibal man that bit me the first time.

I struggled as he squeezed my throat tighter. I couldn’t tell him my name if I wanted to. I began to fade un and out of consciousness. The black dots were dancing along my vision. I couldn't hear the screams of my wedding attendees anymore, and then I felt like I was being watched by more than one human-eating creature now.

"What happened?" A strawberry-blonde man glared at me. The black-haired creature stared at me, frustrated, before dropping me on the cold, hard floor. I gasped for air, like a fish out of water. I felt weak: my hands seemed to shake from trying to hold myself up.

"This one is a frustrating dilemma. She will be taken back with us immediately!” The man with black hair walked angrily away, taking two more creatures with him, leaving me with five pairs of red eyes.

I only stared at the red eyes around me in fear. The blood of the dead around us had certainly been the cause of all their cloaks looking heavy and wet. I didn’t even look around at the bloodless bodies in the church because I knew I would be sick. I can't fathom why it had to come to this. My life only got worse and worse. Why did this have to happen to me?

{}{}{}{}{}

Thank you for reading! If you have any feedback, I happily encourage you to tell me what you think!

And as of right now(when this is posted), I believe this fanfiction will be a 4 or 5 part series, so be on the lookout!

#the twilight saga #twilight #twilight fanfiction #writing #the volturi #suggestion #wedding day #blood #death #fem reader

2 notes · View notes