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sleepymccoy · 29 days
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Please choose your favourite of my (imo) niche star trek headcanons
Now that I'm writing these, I wonder if any of them are straight up canon that I've forgotten lol
I'm gonna further defend my headcanons under a readmore, but it's up to you if you want to read that or just vote on the summary 😘
Scotty's actor is Canadian. Also he's so Scottish? Like, he's called Scotty, he drinks scotch, he is Scottish, so on. Too much. I think he has Scottish heritage, maybe his mum is Scottish, so he knows the phrases and his accent work is comedic but solid. But he himself was born in like Quebec
I have a whole post on McCoy's ex wife being Vulcan, it rules, give it a read here
The way America crumbles in trek history I think opens them up to invasion. I don't think Russia is still in charge, I think they've moved on from that and country borders are less political more cultural in TOS times. But I think briefly Russia had everything and Chekhov is joking about that when he says shit like that saying is Russian. We know, Chekhov, everything was Russian once, get over it. His joke is less about things being Russian and more like someone making the same joke about how everything was Roman once
TOS writers had a little cheat sheet of characterisation rules I saw here once and one said that Sulu has many varying interests, so if you need an info dump that's not one of the other main guys things, use him. So I've taken that and gone with he isn't actually into plants, it was just a six month project to better learn how to take care of them. He spent a lot of time complaining about them to Chekhov. Basically a hyper fixation and once he figured it out he lost interest, but retained all the knowledge
Cos Rand has that trick of heating up the coffee with a phaser on low. That's resourceful with ship technology that uses batteries, not mainframe power. I think she knows what matters when a ship breaks, and food and comfort need prioritising cos she grew up on a ship that was always broken. Broken ships are easier to tolerate if the coffee is served hot
I think Chapel's fiance kinda sucks in that ep, even if it was just a robot copy, and I think she loves being in space. I think she feels both relieved and guilty about it all, it's bad
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feralforfrank · 2 years
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ENCHANTED.
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BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER
summary (based on enchanted by taylor swift) you're visiting your childhood friend, natasha, when your eye happens to catch a very attractive pilot.
cw SOOOOO MUCH FLUFF. friends to lovers! NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.
a/n i'm kinda proud of this one. there's goingnto be a part two someday.
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It was a hot Saturday night when Natasha—your childhood friend—invited you to the bar she frequented. After officially settling down in North Island, she had begged for you to take as many days off from work and visit her. And, of course, you couldn't say no to her.
A messily packed suitcase and a tearful reunion later, Natasha led you inside the bar called the Hard Deck. You could describe the atmosphere as anything but dull. Old music played from a jukebox. Men and women wearing uniforms and civilian clothes conversed and drank. You shrunk in yourself as some turned with a curious glance towards you.
"Come on, I'll introduce you to my friends," Natasha yelled over the chatter and music.
You pushed past the crowd to the pool table, where a few people your age greeted Nat. A guy with glasses waved, and you realised that it was Bob. He was the only guy you knew from the countless times he'd popped in while you were facetiming Natasha.
"Hey, guys! This is my friend from home." Natasha went ahead and introduced you as you awkwardly waved at them.
After Natasha introduced her friends to you, you excused yourself to get a drink. Nerves were eating you from the inside out. Nat seemed relaxed around them, but you barely even knew them. You needed to chug a drink or two to gain confidence.
There I was again tonight;
forcing laughter, faking smiles.
You spent most of the night conversing with Nat's friends, occasionally cheering her game of pool against Hangman—or Jake, as he had politely asked you to call him. Too polite—in your opinion—his words bordering on flirty. Although you seemed fine from the outside—all smiles and laughter—guilt consumed you.
You wanted to go, but the problem wasn't Nat or her friends. It was you. You felt too awkward to open up to anyone, especially some of the guys who were complete flirts, clearly trying to get in your pants. Of course, you laughed at their jokes and entertained their discussions, but it was draining you.
Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy
vanished when I saw your face.
All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you.
Your eyes lazily looked around the packed bar after Coyote left you to play darts with Hangman. Nat was still playing pool with Bob on her side, but her opponent was now Payback, with Fanboy cheering him on. 
As soon as he walked in, your eyes locked on his figure. The way he carried himself made your jaw drop ever so slightly. He wore jeans, a white tank top, and a yellow Hawaiian shirt, with sunglasses resting low on his nose. Who wore sunglasses inside, especially when it was almost dark outside?
You watched him greet people as he made his way to the bar. Penny, the bar owner who had introduced herself to you, gave him a beer before he could speak his order. So, he was a regular. He leaned at the bar for a second, looking around—probably trying to spot his friends.
His eyes fell close to you, and he smiled, pushing himself from the bar and walking to—what you quickly realised was—the pool table. Oh, shit. You watched as he greeted Nat with a smile and a hug. Does he know her? Do you know him? Your eyes never left him as you tried to figure out if you knew him. Nat had introduced everyone to you...So who was he?
Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"
'Cross the room your silhouette
starts to make its way to me.
You didn't have time to react. The stranger's eyes met yours. He squinted his eyes in question. Fuck. He caught you staring, shit. You try to look away—it's the polite action to do—but you can't bring your eyes to move. And then he excuses himself—you read his lips. And he's walking towards you.
Your cheeks are heating up faster than a plane's engine, and you subconsciously tighten your grip on the beer bottle. The stranger is smiling—smirking, actually, knowing he caught you staring. 
The playful conversation starts.
Counter all your quick remarks,
like passing notes in secrecy.
"You know, it's rude to stare," he says while making himself comfortable on the chair next to you.
"Who told you I was looking at you? Maybe I was glancing around, or perhaps, I was looking at my friend, Nat." You tried to play it cool while desperately trying to hide your trembling hands.
"Oh please, I caught your stare as soon as I walked to the bar," he countered.
Your blush deepened. "Sure, you did because you can see so clearly with those sunglasses." The playful sarcasm was evident in your tone.
"I'm Bradley Bradshaw," he extended his free hand, "but my friends call me Rooster."
You turned to face him with a questioning smile. "M-My callsign. I'm in the Navy." He added.
Oh. He's the Bradley. You finally shook his extended hand, telling him your name in return. "You're the Bradley Nat always complains about ruining her clothes."
"Hey! That was one time. And it was my first time doing laundry. It's not my fault!" You laughed at his defensive tone.
"Yeah, but I was the one she called to fix her clothes! You know how hard it is with the time difference and all?" You both laughed.
God, his laugh was so beautiful, and his neck, biceps, nose, jawline, cheekbones—everything really. Your gaze fell to the floor as your blush rose on your cheeks and ears again.
"So, what do you do?" His voice was soft and curious.
You scratched your neck. No one had asked you what your profession was ever since you'd gotten here. 
"Um, I'm a teacher—kind of. I help elementary kids with speaking or writing disabilities—like a tutor. I have five students so far, and I go to each house for a few hours to help them with homework and work on the lessons ahead."
You were proud of your profession. It was rare for teachers to take on such big responsibility, but you loved teaching and kids. It's the perfect combination for you. Plus, it didn't matter where you moved, for there's always a child in need of you, and you're glad to help.
"That sounds so cool." Bradley beamed, and you chuckled.
"Not as cool as being a pilot. How's that working out for you? Got any awards yet?" You lightly elbowed him.
His head snapped to your side, a confused smile adorning his face. "How'd you know about that?"
"Nat told me one of her friends was getting an award for saving an old guy or something. I assumed it's you because there's no way Hangman could be getting it." Bradley snorted. "Am I right?" 
He just nodded with a smile, sipping on his beer. "It's my godfather, yeah. But I don't really see a point to this. I rescued him because it was the right thing to do, not because I wanted an award." Show off, you think.
"You're a hero to our nation, anyway." You turned to face him. "Thank you for serving this country, sir," you saluted him, trying to keep your expression serious.
"Stop," Bradley whined, turning away to hide his blushing cheeks. His grin widened, though.
"What? I'm being serious! Take me seriously—what is it? Is it Lieutenant?" He nodded lightly. "I'm being very patriotic, Lieutenant Bradshaw!" Your giggles were on the verge of becoming uncontrollable.
Bradley couldn't help but laugh. "Are you drunk?"
"No, I just like watching you blush and squirm away," you snorted.
"You're a menace." You shrugged in response.
This night is sparkling—don't you let it go!
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home.
You hadn't had this much fun in so long. You found yourself entertaining Bradley and his silly questions about everything—apparently, since you're a teacher, you're a walking encyclopedia—all night. At some point, Nat called for Rooster to play the piano, and your conversation was cut short. 
The disappointment you felt dispersed as soon as you heard him sing. Great Balls of Fire, an ancient song you had a special spot in your heart, resonated through the bar. Bradley played the piano expertly and sang like an angel. The whole bar joined him, most patrons using their beer bottles as microphones. You hugged Natasha sideways, your eyes meeting as you screamed the lyrics at the top of your lungs.
After a few songs, most civilians went home, leaving only the pilots. You yawned against Nat's shoulder as you listened to Jake narrate a story. Your phone read thirty minutes past midnight, and you decided it was time to head home—a small house by the beach you'd rented for two weeks.
"I'm going to head out," you whispered to Natasha, who nodded and patted your thigh in goodbye.
You slipped unnoticed since everyone was invested in Hangman's story to see you leave. You waved goodbye to Penny, who nodded back with a smile and continued wiping the counter.
Your stomach dropped in disappointment as soon as you stepped outside. You wanted to say goodbye to Bradley, but he'd excused himself to the bathroom, and he hadn't come out when you left. You'll see him again, though. Right? He was Nat's closest friend after you and Bob, so there was no way he'd leave your sight anytime soon.
You fished for your car keys, only to realise that Natasha had driven here. "Fuck," you muttered.
"Hey." You spun around, startled.
There stood Bradley, a small smile on his face, his hands buried in his jeans' pockets. You softly smiled back, your stomach doing multiple flips. His glasses were perched on his tank top, and you could see his eyes now. The sky was dark, but the moonlight and lights inside the bar made him look more attractive than ever.
Good fucking god, you were shamelessly checking him out. 
"Are you waiting for someone?" He asked, bringing you out of your trance.
The knowing and growing smile on his face told you he had caught you checking him out. Again. Heat rose to your cheeks for the umpteenth time tonight.
"No. I just realised Natasha drove here, and I have to Uber home." It sounded like an exhausting nightmare.
"Sounds exhausting," you snorted. "Come on." Bradley signalled for you to follow him, but you froze in place, staring at him.
He stopped next to a Bronco—you should have guessed this car was his. "Are you coming or what?"
You snapped from the trance his action had set you in, speed walking to the car door and opening it. The seat was comfortable, and a content sigh escaped your lips. Your back hurt from the uncomfortable way you sat all night. So you leaned back and closed your eyes for a second, relishing how your spine relaxed.
During those seconds, Bradley leaned over and buckled your seatbelt, causing your eyes to open again. You could smell his cologne. It was fucking intoxicating. Did he actually just put your seatbelt on?
"There you go. Just don't fall asleep on me before you tell me where you live." You chuckled tiredly.
After giving him your address, your head turned to the window. You watched the scenery go by, very aware that you were in Bradley Bradshaw's car, which also smelt like him. A blush covered your cheeks and—you were pretty sure—your ears and neck. The man was driving you crazy, and he didn't even know.
The drive was over quicker than you wanted it. The music playing in Bradley's car—old eighties songs—was comforting. The smell of the sea and his cologne in your seat were soothing. His presence, alone, calming enough for you to escape in a state between blissful sleep and consciousness. Why did it have to end?
"That's the house. Right there." 
"Oh, you got a garden?" Bradley asked curiously, and you couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, yeah. You should see the backyard! It's full of flowers and three apple trees!" Your smile caused his to widen.
"I'll come around soon, then. I wanna see that view." His tone was soft, and you wondered if he meant something else.
You nodded. "I could give you my number?" Was that a desperate move?
Before you had time to rethink, he beamed at you. "Yeah! Put it on my phone, and I'll text you."
Your fingers brushed, and tingles shot up your spine. It felt like you'd just gotten electrocuted. Oh fuck. His hands are...nice. 
Your exchange was short, and you got out of the car a blushing mess. After shutting the door, you looked up for the last time to say goodbye. Bradley was already looking at you with an unrecognisable look in his eyes. 
"It was nice meeting you, Bradley," your words were almost a whisper.
"You, too, sweetheart."
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew,
I was enchanted to meet you.
He waited for you to unlock the door, get into the small residence and switch on a light. He saw you through the open curtains as you threw the keys and phone at the kitchen table, deciding he had been enough of a creep and finally drove away.
You heard the Bronco's engine come to life again—when had he shut the engine?—and speed down the empty street. You moved to the window, watching the headlights disappear.
"It was lovely to meet you, Bradley Bradshaw." 
The lingering question kept me up.
2 AM, who do you love?
I wonder 'til I'm wide awake.
You're crawling under the covers in no time. Your thoughts are racing a hundred miles per second. The only thing in them is Bradley Bradshaw. You can't understand why he has plagued your mind.
You wonder if he has someone. He has a charming smile, a kind heart, not to mention a remarkably fit body and a steady job. He was in his thirties, making you the same age as him or a year or two younger. He even was at the right age to have a family, but you spotted no ring on his finger. Your heart fluttered with hope.
Fuck, you turned to your left side. Does he look like he's good in bed? I mean—he has this look that screams big dick energy, but is that a thing? Well, you'd love to find out.
What about his girlfriend?
The thought lingered. Bradley had been friendly all night, but there was no sign of a girlfriend. Maybe she wasn't a pilot. And she may not even enjoy crowded bars. Or maybe, there is no girlfriend.
But what if he likes someone? Like a crush? 
God, these thoughts were ruining your scenario-making. It was true that there was always a possibility he had a crush on someone else. But the sheer need to feel loved and appreciated—the exact emotion Bradley had awakened in you tonight—was overpowering the insecure thoughts and fuelling the butterflies in your stomach.
Who do you like, Bradley Bradshaw?
You turn your head to look at the digital clock on the bedside table—it reads two fifteen in the morning. God, I need to sleep.
And now I'm pacing back and forth,
wishing you were at my door.
I'd open up, and you would say, "Hey."
But you can't. So you drag yourself out of bed, thinking that maybe cookies and milk will do the trick. You grab your phone from the nightstand, press on Netflix, and then Friends. Balancing your phone on the coffee pot, you searched the cupboards, looking for the Oreo cookies you'd stuffed earlier. 
God, what is this infatuation? I just met the man. 
You bite the cookie as you pace in the small kitchen—from the entryway to the fridge and back. You wish you could've said more. It was nice meeting you, Bradley—come on, that's so stupid. I think I fell in love with you at first sight is a much better sentence.
I wish he were here. 
The thought caught you off-guard, but you didn't hate it. You'd love to have Bradley here, watching Friends and munching on Oreo cookies instead of day night-dreaming about him.
You worked the scenario in your head. You'd be asleep when he knocks on the door. You'd have that cute messy hair look and sleepy expression on your face like the girls in all the movies you watch. You'd unlock the door and look at him. He'd be panting for some unknown reason—maybe he ran from his car to my door (I don't know, the guys in movies always try to catch their breaths)—and he'd throw you a casual but oh-so-raspy-and-sexy hey.
You snorted, and suddenly, the picture in front of you dissolved. Jesus, I need sleep and to get out of the house more.
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>> canon-divergent au where coriolanus snow does decide to stay in 12 with lucy gray. brief mentions of snowbaird and everlark, but focussed mostly on what i perceive to be a possible conversation between coryo and katniss!
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The dim lighting from behind the frosted glass of the front door offered her a moment of reprieve. If she played her cards right and entered with nary a sound in her tread, she could easily climb up to her bedroom and pretend that she’d been sleeping soundly the entire night.
She plucked the hairpin placed meticulously in her braid then jabbed it into the lock. She spent nearly a minute trying to figure out how to open the damn thing, her anticipation increasing with each twist and push. She sighed once she heard the telltale click of it unlocking.
“Katniss.” His voice was level and neutral, bordering on amused. Nevertheless, she remained still in her spot on top of the tattered and faded ‘WELCOME’ carpet in the foyer. She steadily averted her gaze towards him, but his attention remained on the pages of his book. “Wonderful of you to join us for bedtime. I hope the curfew didn’t take away from your fun too much.”
“Oh, no.” She replied wryly, her lips pursed. “Not at all.”
Coriolanus glanced at her from above his glasses. His expression was unreadable, but Katniss knew him too well to know that he was beyond irritated by her response. He closed his book with a thud.
“Please take a seat, dear.” He motioned to one of the cushioned seats beside him. “Indulge your grandfather for a moment.”
She kicked off her shoes, pushing them with her foot against the wall. She moved per his instructions, tucking her calves underneath her thighs for comfort. It was freezing outside so the lit fireplace was an appreciated source of warmth.
“I think it’d be better if neither of us lied during this conversation. Don’t you agree?” Coryo bent forward to reach for a cookie from the coffee table. He gently pushed the plate to the side, offering it to her. “Your grandmother bought these from the bakery today.”
“I think that would be wise, yes.” She nodded her head. She followed suit and took a bite. By all means, it was a simple chocolate cookie, but something about the way Peeta’s family baked them always made it special.
From her peripheral vision, Katnisss watched as he broke the cookie down into smaller pieces. The cookie was perfectly sized for a singular bite, but Coryo took his time. It was a habit of his that Katniss observed since she was a child, although she wasn’t completely sure why he did it.
“Who were you with?” He asked after a nibble.
“Madge.”
“I thought we agreed not to lie.”
“Peeta.”
“The baker’s son?” He looked at her for confirmation. She nodded her head. “I didn’t know you were particularly close.”
“It’s a recent development." She grabbed another cookie from the plate. The pile was nearly empty that she could see the splotches of colored clay hardened into the ceramic. She recognised it almost immediately. It was something her nana Lucy Gray created when she took a brief yet very successful foray into pottery— a new way to express herself, she said. Her mind began to wander, and she thought of all the knick-knacks her grandmother had amassed over the years through her various channels of creativity.
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"Grandpa!" Katniss exclaimed, nearly choking on her cookie. "You can't just spring on me like that!"
Coriolanus looked indifferent about her reaction. "It's a perfectly reasonable question to ask a teenager."
"It's complicated." She shrugged her shoulders and avoided his eyes, a piercing blue that she felt could always look through her so easily. Boy talk with your grandfather wasn't ideal.
"Me and your grandmother— now, that was complicated." He replied pointedly. "Tell me. How complicated can it be?"
"I don't exactly think this is something we should be talking about." She narrowed her eyes in incredulity and disbelief.
"Just a topic you wouldn't discuss with me or not discuss in general?" He asked.
She sighed. "The first one."
"Why not?" He pursed his lips. Suddenly, Katniss knew why she was so talented at haggling. "You'd discuss this with your grandmother, wouldn't you?"
"Probably, if she asked."
"Well, I am just as capable as your grandmother. Just as open-minded too." He reasoned further. Katniss was keenly aware that the latter half of his defense was a lie.
She remained silent. Coriolanus leaned back into the couch, succumbing to the comfort it offered. "Well, at least it isn't that Hawthorne boy."
Her ears perked up. "What's wrong with Gale?"
In lieu of giving her proper justification for his remark, he stood up from his seat. She observed him as he dusted off the stray crumbs on his pajamas. Right, he never had reason to explain his thoughts.
"Good night. I expect to hear about your boy predicament from your grandmother soon." He gave her a small pat on the head before walking up the stairs, each step creaking beneath his weight.
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teecupangel · 8 months
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So I recently found out that in AC: Brotherhood, Ezio can do a back flip if he jumps off a horse onto a beam. That said I screamed at my game “Since when can you do that!?” And can’t help but think of your ratatouille au
The Ratatouille AU where the ancestors can hear Desmond while ‘playing’ and its more unhinged cousin, the Ratatouille AU where Desmond can hear us. 
This makes me remember how I played the majority of AC1 not knowing Altaïr can fucking vault.
Like the first time I accidentally did that, I was like “wait, what???” and I just spent like 10ish minutes (I think) trying to figure out how the hell I did that.
Soooo…
Have this, nonny?
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“Ah, yes, yes. You would recover from those muscle aches in time.” The dottore noted as he looked over Ezio, nodding to himself as he added, “Yes, someone of your age must take care not to strain your muscles too much. Medicines will be ineffective, I’m afraid.”
Ezio looked at the sky with a deadpan expression on his face, ignoring how this was the second doctor to have talked about how medicine wouldn’t work for someone his ‘age’.
“Here. It will dull the pain and make you forget the ache.” The dottore gave Ezio the same medicine he always got and he drank it immediately. The dottore stared at him for a moment before handing him another bottle without saying anything about it, only continuing their ‘conversation’ as Ezio pocketed the medicine, “If I may ask, messere, what have you done for you to be in such a state?”
Ezio glanced at his horse who was standing pretty a few feet away from them then to the sky where Desmond is strangely quiet before turning to stare at the dottore to reply, “A friend of mine kept asking me to ‘do a backflip’.”
“Ah, and you cannot say no to this ‘friend’ of yours?”
Ezio’s deadpan stare seemed to move pass the dottore and straight to the Animus’ camera which he shouldn’t even know about as he said, “No.”
“... I see…”
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“Desmond…” 
There was a hint of resignation in the tone that Desmond ignored.
“Desmond…”
Resignation has been replaced by annoyance but Desmond ignored that as well.
“Desmond.”
Annoyance left his name, leaving nothing but a warning that Desmond ignored as well.
“Desmond.”
Finally, the growl that left Altaïr’s lips that bordered in growing anger was the note that finally forced Desmond to stop.
“I do not understand why you can’t figure out how to make me vault.” Altaïr commented as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, “You managed to do it fifteen minutes ago.”
“I know!” Desmond exclaimed, the frustration clear in his own tone as he explained, “And I have no freaking idea how I did it! That’s why I’m trying out all the buttons!”
“Do we have to do this here?” Altaïr hissed.
“Yes! That box is the perfect height for you to vault!”
“Desmond…” Altaïr covered his face, ignoring the people shamelessly staring at them, “We’re in the middle of the village… in Masyaf.”
“Would you rather be in Acre or Damascus? With all those strangers???”
“Yes, I would actually prefer that. At least there, people won’t know it was me and remember it was me for years to come!” Altaïr argued as he glared at his shadow, a habit he had taken up on whenever he wished to glare at Desmond but knew he did not exist in the same plane as him. Glaring at the sky felt a bit… too much so he just glared at his shadow instead.
“So the rumors are true. You’ve finally lost it.” 
Both Altaïr and Desmond sighed at the same time.
“You know…” Desmond paused for a moment before he suggested, “I don’t think Al Mualim would punish you any more than he already has if we beat the crap out of him?”
Altaïr thought about it for a moment before nodding in agreement, “If I get hit even once by Abbas, I will find a way to journey to your time and show you how I truly fight.”
“Hey, if you can take out the assholes keeping me here, I’ll spar with you all day.” Desmond agreed before adding, “But first…”
Altaïr jumped on the box once more and he hissed as the flush of his face deepened in embarrassment, “Desmond!”
“Sorry! I thought I got it this time!”
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wanderersbell · 1 year
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If requests are still open , how about the reader inviting Scara to their teapot (could be traveling companion reader who also owns a teapot, but do whatever you want, i love your ideas!!!) and the reader furnished an entire room for him? it's suited to his likes too :o tysm!!
a realm for him
wanderer x gn! reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none
word count: 2528
a/n: okay listen i may have gotten a bit carried away with this and made it way longer and sappier than i was intending, but i spent forever decking out my whole teapot for him so i loved this idea sooo much (❁´◡`❁) tysm for the wonderful request, enjoy!
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getting the state of your teapot to be as lively as it is now was no small feat. 
day by day for weeks on end, you’ve slowly worked at filling each empty corner with little towns and lush scenery, all of which are based off of your traveling companions favorite spots in sumeru. one island is reminiscent of a small fishing village, fenced off and framed by local shrubbery and flora, as well as some small crop gardens already growing with tiny seedlings. the second island is decorated as a beautiful scenic forest, with trees and plants and gazebos and fountains all connected by a subtle stone path that lead through to the third island. 
and the third island, after much contemplation, is decorated as a tiny inazuman shrine, bordered with towering cherry blossom trees and eye catching blue glowing flowers that create an almost mystical ambiance. you weren’t sure if reminding him of the place where he came from was a good idea, but figured having a small piece of home away from home might be the one way he can actually enjoy the view of inazuma. the sights here are much different from what he saw in tatarasuna, much more welcoming, so you figured it was worth a shot and swore to yourself that you would take it down immediately if he doesn’t like it. 
and, your personal favorite part is the main building decorated as a tea shop on the inside, with a tasteful mix of interior inspiration from every region you’ve visited thus far, all mushed together to create an eclectic little space for him to come and enjoy the different teas you’ve started collecting in secret. 
in fact, all of this was a secret. the wanderer had yet to catch on to the actual reason behind your insistence to collect extra materials while you travel together, and the time you spent in your teapot was time he spent off running errands and assisting lesser lord kusanali, so nothing was out of the ordinary as far as he was concerned. 
but, after a few finishing touches like street lamps and wildlife to make everything feel less lonely, you were finally done. it was finished. every square inch of your teapot fully furnished with things you couldn’t wait to show the one you had in mind when doing it all. 
when the time comes for you to finally bring him there, you’re way more nervous than you were expecting to be. what if he doesn’t like? hates it, even? what if your design choices are wrong and the vibes are off and-
“well,” the wanderer’s voice drags you out if your thoughts, smooth and grounding. “are we going in or what? how does this thing even work?”
right, it’s too late to turn back anyways. the golden teapot hovers in the air between you from where you stand on a riverbank together, and the man next to you has his arms crossed with an unimpressed frown as he waits for you to respond. it’s cloudier than usual today, the sky a soft shade of gray in the background, and you shiver a bit both because of nerves and the lack of sunlight before clearing your throat. 
“it uh- transports me in as soon as i open the lid. just…” you trail off, contemplating whether or not you want to say anything before you bring him in. “just grab onto my hand so we’ll both go together.” you blurt out instead. it would take you both in regardless, but this was the first excuse out of your mouth, and you want to curl up and become invisible at the odd look he gives you. he can tell you’re up to something, but hasn’t figured out what quite yet. 
“okay.” he agrees easily, slotting his hand against yours. his skin is cool to the touch and his grip firm, and you’re reaching out to rip the lid off of the teapot before you can start thinking too much about the way it makes your heart jump into your throat. the both of you are transported to the inside of the device in the blink of an eye, arriving right before the main building where tubby dozes away inside of her own pot. 
his first thought it that it’s… big. bigger than he was expecting. his eyes automatically go to the structure behind him and he wordlessly goes to grab the handle of the door but you’re quick to tug the back of his shirt to stop him, shaking your head softly when he turns to give you a questioning look. 
“we’ll do this last, let’s go take a walk first.” 
his eyes follow yours in the direction of the other islands that are just visible in the distance. he can’t make out any details yet, much to your relief. 
“what’s out there?” he asks with poorly concealed interest while following you down the steps of the building and towards the first island. you give him a sly smile that you hope masks the way you’re freaking out on the inside. 
“you’ll see.”
he raises a brow at this but stays silent. this island is the small fishing village, based off of the one you both visit regularly, the one where you first met the mysterious wanderer and your journey with him began. he feels a sense of familiarity as you lead him over to the straw hut in the middle, noticing the crop gardens off to the side and giving an approving hum at the sight. 
you watch him closely the entire time, zeroing in on every minuscule change in his expression and feeling your chest swell with pride at the way his eyes soften. he can’t help but to remember the day he met you, the way you would flat out ignore him every time he tried making a dig at you then turn around and be as sweet as ever to the local kids at the village, and he has to bite back a fond smile at the memories. 
“well?” you peer up at him hesitantly. it’s more than obvious that he likes it as he looks around like he’s already trying to familiarize himself with where everything is, but still, you want to hear him say it. 
“well?” he parrots, meeting your expectant eyes. he pretends to think for a moment, just to leave you hanging for a bit longer, and then, “it’s nice, but there’s no fish.”
you instinctively frown and open your mouth to tell him to stop being so picky but pause just as the first word dies on your lips. with a sinking feeling of realization, you look around you and confirm that yes, there is indeed no body of water, therefore no fish. 
“oh.” you say dumbly, and the stumped look on your face has a laugh bubbling up in his chest. you can’t fight back the smile that creeps up on you even though he’s laughing at your expense and give him a lighthearted shove before leading him away to the next island. 
“how did you manage to forget the most crucial part of a fishing village?” the wanderer teases, catching up to you in a few long strides. 
“i didn’t forget, that’s just not a furnishing option in here.” you explain. 
when you reach the second island, you remain quiet again and wait for him to take it all in and make a comment himself. his eyes widen a fraction in awe as you both step underneath the canopy of trees and wildlife, the bright colors of flora and fauna and the blue accents on the towering gazebos on each side all working together to make a botanical haven that he can’t tear his attention away from. 
within only moments of being in there he’s already spotted a handful of his favorite plants and flowers, ones with meanings that stuck with him throughout his life, ones that you held onto and remembered and planted here. 
you watch with baited breath as he absentmindedly reaches a hand out to brush his fingers against the low hanging leaves beside him, eyes flitting from place to place and noticing something different each time. there’s a look akin to childlike wonder on his face, and when his attention finally falls back to you there’s a tiny genuine smile playing at his lips that makes you ache to reach out and hold him. 
he’s so, so beautiful standing underneath of the lush trees and flowers, and unbeknownst to you, as he holds your gaze, he’s thinking the same thing in return. your excitement to bring him here and show him this leaves him with a warm feeling blooming in his chest, an appreciation for you that he fears he’ll never be able to properly express. 
“ready to keep going?” you ask softly, as if speaking too loudly will ruin the peaceful atmosphere. 
“there’s more?” the look of surprise on his face has you chuckling breathlessly while you continue the path forward. 
this is the part you’ve been looking forward to and anticipating the most, and as the final island comes into view, you can feel him stiffen beside you. the giant cherry blossom trees are visible even from the distance, but his step doesn’t falter and he keeps up next to you so you take it as a sign to keep going. 
his presence beside you stays strong as you approach the shrine and step into the field of glowing flowers, and you watch out of the corner of your eye as he takes in the familiar pink trees and red painted wood with a complicated emotion swirling around in his irises. he doesn’t look angry though, so you finally feel your shoulders relax and allow yourself to enjoy the scenery as you walk along the path. 
in his own head, the wanderer is… puzzled. this island is so out of place inside of your sumeru themed teapot, and yet, the care and effort you put into it makes the other ones small in comparison. the shrine is grand, sleek, and high quality. the trees are placed perfectly so that the breeze carries soft pink petals down with it, dancing around you two in a beautiful airborne waltz. 
the flowers, the same ones that grow in chinju forest, cast everything in a gentle azure glow, one that when he looks at you is reflecting an ethereal light over your features. somewhere deep down inside of him, he feels a bit of sorrow clinging onto him, bringing with it the memories of a place he left behind long ago. 
but next to that is the all consuming feeling of happiness that he tries so hard to convince himself he doesn’t feel when he’s with you. in this special place of yours, filled with your hard work and thoughtfulness, he can no longer deny himself the truth of how wholeheartedly he cares for you. you, who’s staring back at him with a kindness he’s never known as you give him new memories to associate with the sights of his homeland.  
you still can’t decipher the emotions on his face, but you can tell they’re good ones and that he’s contemplating something deeply, so you let the silence hang comfortably in the air as you walk side by side all the way back to the entrance and to the main building, the part you’ve been saving for last. he says nothing the whole way back, granting you the chance to appreciate the comfort something as simple as walking with him brings you. 
when you finally make it to the main island and ascend the steps of the building, he snaps out of his reverie and raises a brow at you questioningly. “what’s inside?”
“it’s nothing much,” you lie with a mischievous smile adorning your face. when you open the door and let him in he realizes he really, truly has fallen hopelessly for you. 
it’s a tea shop. for him.
there’s no denying it, there’s no other explanation he can give himself because he knows you don’t care much for tea. that means-
this whole teapot, every single island, was for him.
you watch with a huge grin on your face as the wanderer splutters and blushes when it all finally hits him. nobody has ever done this much for him, not without a price at least, but you never ask for anything in return from him so he’s almost literally short circuiting while trying to figure out the proper response. 
“why did you- what…” he takes a grounding breath before trying again. “why do all of this?”
you smile softly and shrug. “because i wanted to.”
he opens his mouth to say something else, likely to prod you for a legitimate reason as to why, but you cut him off before he gets the chance. “look around first, i want to know what you think.”
he wants to argue, but bites his tongue at the clear eagerness on your face and clicks his tongue in fake annoyance as he takes in the contents of the room. he walks around for a few minutes, observing the things on the walls and shelves, scrutinizing the chinaware, poking the souvenirs you’ve collected from other regions, until finally he stops at the cabinet that houses the tea collection. 
“open it.” you say hurriedly. he gives you a fake suspicious raise of his brow but complies and tugs the door of the cabinet open, a sharp intake of air following immediately afterwards as he instantly recognizes the labels. 
“this is…” he trails off in disbelief. 
“the tea from the shop you keep staring after longingly in sumeru city? yep, sure is.” you confirm mirthfully, skipping over to stand next to him and watch him take a container down to turn around in his hands. he’s struggling to process this, to accept this much kindness from you when he knows he doesn’t deserve it, not in the slightest, but the proud gleam in your eyes doesn’t get lost to him and he knows you’re anxiously awaiting his response. 
“i don’t know why you would bother with this, and go through all of this effort,” he starts tentatively, placing the tea back in the cupboard so he can turn to fully look at you. “but i can acknowledge the work you put in and promise i will put it to good use.”
your expression falls slightly at his formal tone of speech. “and?”
he frowns hesitantly and averts his eyes. “and… i like it. or whatever. it’s really nice.”
your triumphant grin is almost blinding when he meets your gaze again and he shakes his head in silent exasperation. though he doesn’t know how, or when it’ll happen, he swears to himself that somehow, someway, he’ll repay you for this. he’ll find a way to show you how much it really means to him, how much you really mean to him. 
but for now, sitting together in your shared realm with some freshly steeped tea, for the first time in centuries, he feels at home. 
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nataliawrites · 1 year
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Hello, I am very excited about the end of the cup and Argentina being champion
I could imagine with Pierre Gasly and the Argentinian reader (she being the sister of a player) getting to know each other in the box and discussing/fighting over the game
Love & Football // Pierre Gasly
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Whoever decided on the seating arrangements must have had a cruel sense of humor.
It was the final match of the World Cup — Argentina vs France with one chance to win it all — and the Argentine family suite was situated right next to a suite of French celebrities.
You tried to remain calm. Your youngest nephew was sitting on your lap and your two other nephews sat to your side next to your sister-in-law. You didn’t want to set a bad example for them. But when the French fans in the suite bordering yours started heckling your brother, all rational thoughts went out the window. Goal for goal, save for save, penalty for penalty — you traded barbs and insults with a man your age who was enthusiastically supporting France. Your heart was racing wildly in your chest as Argentina gained the lead and then gave it up and then regained it and then gave it up and then finally, gloriously won. By the time your tears and cheers subsided, the French man you had enjoyed going toe-to-toe with was nowhere to be found and it was time for family members to join the Argentine players on the field for a celebration.
Later that night, an impromptu party was thrown for players, family, and celebrities who hadn’t flown home yet. National divides were forgotten as everyone let loose and enjoyed getting to witness history together. You joined the crowd of sweaty bodies dancing to the music when you felt two large hands grip your hips and turned around, ready to slap the stranger for getting too handsy.
You dropped your hand when you noticed that it was the French man from the game, “hey, Frenchie!”
“My name’s Pierre,” he has to raise his voice to be heard over the music.
“I’m Y/N,” you yell back.
Trying to keep the conversation going but getting sick of competing with the booming music, you both retreat to a quieter corner. You decide to extend some sportsmanship, “good game today.”
“France fought hard but Argentina fought harder in the end,” Pierre shrugged.
“It was intense to be sure but I am so happy for the boys.”
He scratches at his neck, “your boyfriend must be very proud.”
“My boyfriend?”
“You and your son seem very supportive of him. He’s a lucky man.”
A boyfriend? A son? What …
“Oh no! You must be talking about my nephew, Ciro. His father is on the team.”
His eyes widened, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“
“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh it off. “Let’s have proper introductions. Hi, my name is Y/N Messi.”
“Messi?”
“Leo is my brother.”
“Well, I definitely had that messed up.” He returned your greeting, “I’m Pierre Gasly.”
“Your name sounds familiar. Where do I know you from?”
“Ah, I drive for Formula 1.”
“Yes! I remember now. I have to admit that I am not much of a fan but I did get to see the French Grand Prix this year.”
“Really? Do you spend much time in France or was this just a vacation?”
“Leo’s not the only footballer in the family. I play for Paris Saint-Germain Féminine.”
You spent the rest of the night getting to know each other better, both of you relating to struggles as professional athletes and public figures — and it was a good opportunity to show off your rapidly improving French.
When it was well into the early hours of the morning, and the partygoers were breaking up to go back to their hotels, neither of you wanted to leave.
You start making your way out slowly, “I’ve had a really great time talking to you.”
“Me too,” Pierre agrees with earnest eyes.
“How about you come out to a PSG game soon and I’ll return the favor when the F1 season starts back up.”
“Yeah, I’d really like that. Let’s trade numbers so we can make some plans.”
You leave him with a light kiss on the cheek, which you see him touching when you sneakily turn back to take another look at him before getting in your car.
When you’re in bed later, the sun set to rise in just a short few hours, you send Pierre a text before you can think twice of it:
Next time you’re at a football match you have to cheer for my team
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poisonheiress · 4 months
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Since there are no Glitz and Glam head canons or reader inserts yet, I've decided to make my own and share them with you. These are romantic in nature and reader focused so be prepared for that.
Warning: Some head canons suggest a shared S/O while others are for a specific sister.
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◆ To begin, I believe that Glitz and Glam are rather jealous lovers, regardless if the partner is shared or not. The jealousy spawns from their connection to Envy and their hellborne status. Low born demons are used to fighting for everything they have, and even with the social boost from their position as Mammon's new figures, Glitz and Glam can only go so far. Adding in their natural leaning for Envy due their birth in the 6th ring, jealousy can come on quick and heavy. As a result, Glitz and Glam worry about their partner's focus falling away from them especially in public, always trying to bring their attention back to them at all costs. While their jealousy normally doesn't extend to the other sister, a shared partner can cause a few spats between the sisters every now and again.
◆ While the Glam sisters are as harsh as Envy demons come, that same bite and vitriol is never extended to their partners even in earlier stages of their relationships. They may keep the same snark in teasing their partner, but they will never insult or degrade their partners. This rule extends to those outside the relationship too. Neither sister responds well to some no-name or paparazzi looking down on their partner as a joke or otherwise. After all, demons aren't kind beings, especially those who spent the beginning of their lives crawling out of the Envy ring's Abyss.
◆ Speaking of rank, Glitz and Glam would definitely spend massive amounts of money on their s/o once they become Mammon’s new figures. While they obviously aren’t getting as big of a cut as they should, it’s much better than what their payments used to be, and as part of their life, their wealth extends to you too. From new clothing and jewelry to elaborate dates, they relish in spoiling their partners as long as they are the only ones doing it.
◆ Their personal life with their partner is never going to be publicized for people’s entertainment if Glitz or Glam have a say in it. They made their peace with the sexualization and objectification that comes with surviving in Hell show business a long time ago, and they don’t want their partner to ever experience the same fate. Attempting to break into their partner’s home or extort their partner either ends in a new corpse for the cleaners or a one way trip to Sloth’s hospitals. Because of this, I don’t see them dating another performer especially one under Mammon’s domain. Neither will risk their one freedom in hell becoming Greed’s newest commodity no matter how much they care about the other person.
◆ For every outfit the Glam sisters buy you, they will steal some of your wardrobe in return. No matter how big or small your clothes are on them, they’ll find a way to make it work. It gets to the point where half your wardrobe has found itself way into their shared closet. Glitz favors hoodies and sweaters, especially cropped ones while Glam prefers taking jackets and shirts. Wearing your lover's clothing is seen as a passive form of marking in Hell, even more so if the clothing has their scent on it, and Glitz and Glam take full advantage of that.
◆ A lot of dates for you on both sides would occur in the Envy ring, specifically in its seas. Since a lot of Glitz and Glam’s early life spent constantly moving about the Abyssal zones, they know all the best spots and love sharing that part of their life with their partners. They also love these dates because it's a lot easier to run from paparazzi underwater and disappear into the depths of the sea. Glitz and Glam also like to bring back souvenirs from their visits to the Envy Ring like pieces of coral and pearls. Glitz has even tried to bring a devil-fish back over the border once, but customs wasn’t found of that idea. Sure, they could bring back other commercial goods, but when it come to Envy, they prefer giving their partners something they found or killed with their own hands, not something that can be bought anywhere else.
◆ Speaking of dates, Glitz and Glam do vary in their preferred activities. Glitz prefers more high stakes, wild kinds of dates like hell’s version of bungee jumping or sky diving. She’ll even take you to swim through the riptides if you want. Glam, on the other hand, prefers more lowkey events like hunting or adventuring into deep sea caves where you two would have more alone time. Of course, they enjoy the traditional dinner dates and events, but they’ll always prefer something exiting with you alone.
◆ Last but not least, physical affection. Neither sister goes beyond hand holding or a few hidden make-outs in public. If they're feeling bold, they may even pull you onto their lap or sit on your lap. At home, they are a lot more hands on. Being Glam’s partner means that she’d gonna be wrapped around you like a second skin. She likes to have her hands on you at all times if possible. Cuddling with her is similar to being a straight jacket with the grip she has. It gets to the point where she’d rather pick you up to move then let you move around at all. On the plus side, cuddling with her means gossiping for hours straight on anyone and everyone, and her connection to stardom means that she's never out of thing to talk about.
◆ While Glitz likes affection just as much as her sister, she doesn't need to be touching her partner all the time, choosing to stay and sit close to you to fill her urge in public. Cuddling wise, I think Glitz is the kind of partner who lays on top of you, putting all her weight on you, and the only way to get her off is to move her yourself. With you captive under her, she will tell every bad joke her sister keeps from entering their act and she won't stop until you laugh. Glitz also loves her sticking her cold, webbed hands under your shirt to warm them up, laughing like a banshee when you jump at the touch.
◆ In the end, the Glam sisters fall slow but love hard. They may have each other, but they crave another person to share their lives with that will see them as something more then Greed's newest product. You have to hang on to what makes you happy in hell, and they'll cling to you till the end of their lives if you let them.
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togrowoldinv · 1 year
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Golden Egg
Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
Clint invites your family to the farm for an Easter celebration and egg hunt
Note: Happy Easter to all of those who celebrate! I spent my day with family, so this is coming out a little later than I planned but I still wanted to post it today. Enjoy!
Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist
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Holidays with Natasha are always your favorite. Despite not having much of a childhood, the woman makes your children’s day the best it can possibly be.
This morning you got the kids dressed nicely and took photos before you let them change and run around the farm with worries.
Natasha stands by your side now as you wait for the egg hunt, or as the kids think of it, the highlight of the day.
“Are you excited?” You ask her. Every year she gets really into it.
“Very,” she says. A smirk rests on her perfect lips. “I think I know which egg has the money in it.”
“Natasha! You’re not supposed to know,” you scold her. She just chuckles. “You better not cheat and tell one of our kids.”
She wraps an arm around your waist and leads you to the trailer Clint has set up to drive to the egg hunt.
“A hayride!” Belle shouts as she waits for her turn to hop on.
“Yeah, baby. We’re going to the egg hunt,” you explain.
“Yay!” Nate yells from beside her.
You and Nat take turns lifting the kids onto the trailer and sitting them on the hay. They listen to your instructions to stay seated as the Laura joins Clint on the front of the tractor.
He takes off and drives you all to a field where the older kids just finished hiding the eggs. The kids are bouncing on the hay bails they’re so excited to hunt for the eggs.
“Okay, everyone when we get off y’all need to line up at the starting point,” you explain. They nod their heads and you begin helping them off. Soon enough, it’s time for the hunt to begin.
“Give us a countdown, Coop,” Clint says.
The boy counts to three and the kids take off. You and Nat try to keep up with Belle while also watching Taylor do her best at it.
“She’s missing her basket,” Natasha says, chuckling at the way the littlest girl is picking up eggs but not putting them in her basket successfully.
“Poor baby. Go help her Nat,” you tell her.
“But the golden egg,” she says. “Belle has the best chance at finding it.”
“Natasha,” you scold her softly. She gives you a sweet look that border lines puppy dog eyes. “Fine. I’ll help her.”
“You’re the best!” Natasha says as she runs after Belle to help her.
You help Taylor figure out how to use her basket and it goes much better for her. At some point, she just plops down on the grass and starts opening her eggs.
“I found it! I found it!” You hear Belle yelling as she runs back towards you.
“Whatcha got there, sweetheart?” You squat down to her level.
“It’s the golden egg!”
“Oh, wow! Great find, kiddo,” you say.
Natasha comes up behind the girl with a beaming smile on her face. “Do you want me to hold it to keep it safe?” She asks.
“Please!” Belle hands it to Nat and runs off to keep hunting.
“Why were you so dead set on her getting this egg? What is it, like five dollars?” You ask her.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?”
She hands you the plastic egg and you raise a brow at her.
Still, you open the egg and inside there’s a ring.
“We’re already married, babe,” you tease, but you look at the ring further to see that it’s the birthstones of all your children plus your’s and Natasha’s. “Nat, this is-“
“The Easter bunny wanted to surprise you a little differently this year,” Natasha says. She takes the ring and places it on your hand. “Perfect.”
You pull her in for a kiss, ignoring your big kids’ response to the pda.
“I love you,” you tell her.
“I love you too, detka.”
You stay in her arms as you watch the kids continue to run around and find eggs.
“Baby, you do realize that Belle expects some kind of prize in this egg,” you say and Natasha shakes her head.
“I did not think about that,” she admits. “Hey Clint, you got 5 dollars?”
He gives her the cash and seems pretty oblivious to why she needs it, but Belle is very excited to come back to her egg.
You all load up to go back to the house and the kids empty their eggs to see what all they got.
The smiles on everyone’s faces shows just how happy the day was. And Natasha wears the biggest one.
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panlight · 3 months
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Here's my annual ask to see how the Actual Consequences Universe is chugging along. At this point Renee and Phil know, Bella's back in contact with everyone, the Volturi are becoming aware of the situation (IIRC). What goes down this holiday season? Does Bella have to explain herself Aro? Do any of Jake's kids phase? Does Leah ever reconcile with everyone?
So in 2022, Renee and Phil met the Denali coven, and Eleazar realized Renee's latent talent and how potent it is, and that if she became a vampire and could wield it intentionally, it would border on mind control (since MS retconned Renee to have this sort of mental beacon that compels people to help her). Cullens are worried that the Volturi may find out, and lo who calls during Christmas but Aro, but he's calling about something else: they have Joham and at least a few of his children in Volterra, and requires the services of the world's only practicing vampire doctor.
By 2023, Carlisle knows all about hybrids. He's been to Volterra and done physical exams, written up some papers, did whatever imagining and testing that hybrid physiology will allow.
But Carlisle spending any time in Volterra also means that Aro pretty much HAS to know about Charlie, Renee, Phil, etc.
But Carlisle is a favorite of Aro's, and for the moment he is useful to him as a vampire doctor, so Aro just sort of laughs it all off. Caius of course wants to murder them all for breaking the law but but Aro points out that the Cullens technically didn't tell anyone. Billy told Charlie, and Charlie told Renee and Phil. So they get a reprieve, at least for this year.
Christmas is the first time the family has been together in ages; they all agreed that Bella and Alice shouldn't be anywhere near Volterra or Aro might be too tempted by the powers and try to keep them somehow, but Carlisle has spent a lot of time there over the past year, along with Esme, Rosalie and Emmett. Rosalie because she's also had medical training. Esme, meanwhile, has made it personal mission to befriend and cheer up Marcus. It's only sort of working.
It's just the Cullens in person this year, in Europe (but not Italy) while they check in with Renee and Charlie over zoom. They're happy to be together but everyone's lowkey exhausted. Carlisle and Rosalie from their studies of hybrids; Alice from watching out for the family as well as Renee, as she's definitely on Aro's radar now; and everyone from the way knowing hybrids are possible has just shaken up their mental health. Rosalie and Esme are especially haunted by this. THEY can't have children, but their husbands theoretically could. And the children would be half-vampire, so it would be safe to keep them and raise them, whereas adopting a human child would always come with risks. Edward is flailing between "omg I could have impregnated Bella with one of those creatures and killed her!" and "Bella and I could have had a CHILD!" Rosalie and Emmett talked about surrogacy but the conversation ended up in a fight they are still working through. Esme is pretending everything is fine and she isn't constantly daydreaming about raising a child with blond hair and blue eyes, but Edward knows.
The Cullens have not been in the Forks area for the last year, so Jake's really shocked when his teenage son phases. Quil is still phasing because of how young Claire was when he imprinted (sidenote: still hate this part of canon, but), so he asks Quil to look after Willy and try to figure out why the transformation was triggered. They can SENSE a vampire, smell him, but they can't SEE him. It's very strange. Jacob, VERY RELUCTANTLY calls the Cullens. "Can your psychic leech tells us if she sees anything? Is this something to be worried about?" Leah and Seth are with him for Christmas and she rolls her eyes to high heaven about this. She's glad the Cullens are in one of their castles in Europe or whatever this year, but--and she'd never admit this in a million years--she sort of misses Emmett and Rosalie. Doesn't miss her step-sister Bella at all, though.
Jacob's call is a welcome distraction from the hybrid and Volturi drama, so Alice spends Christmas afternoon scanning possible futures. She can't see the wolves, of course, so it's tricky, but eventually she has a vision of Edward and herself going back to Forks and Edward reading the mind of a vampire they can't see. Or, really, can't look at. Edward promises the vampire they won't hurt him, that they just want to help, and Alice opens her eyes in the present and says, "He's a survivor of Victoria's newborn army. His name is Fred."
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help-itrappedmyself · 21 days
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Sacred Moments (Batman AU) Part 3
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Roman waved his hand and a guard stepped forward and opened the trunk. He was immediately kicked in the face by the girl in the trunk, but a few other guards came over to help him drag her out. 
She was bound at her wrists and gagged, but she fought. There was a fire in her eyes as he attempted to resist being manhandled. She remained unsuccessful against the three armed men that pulled her over to stand next to Sionis. They took up formation around her, one between her and Sionis, one on her other side, and another standing behind her. 
Her brown hair was darkened a few shades by dirt and grime, as was most of her. Her clothes looked old and worn, frayed seams and thin fabric. She was thin in a way that was bordering on unhealthy, looked like she hadn’t slept in a year and spent that year being dragged through dirt. But Hood knew she was beautiful from the fire in her eyes to the force of her kicks. 
“The mark.” Hood growled out. Hood knew he couldn’t leave her here either way. Whether their marks matched or not he couldn’t leave her with Sionis. And he ached at the thought of first seeing her mark like this, with all these witnesses, but knows that Sionis would become suspicious if he didn’t take the time to check for authenticity.
Then, several things happened at once. The guard to the right of her reached for her shirt, she proceeded to go apeshit in a way that no one was expecting from someone as small and tired looking as she was. Shouts were heard from the guards around the perimeter, a projectile that Hood later recognized as a birdarang hit the guard reaching for the girl and bodies dropped from the tops of the shipping crates around them. 
“Bats!” A guard shouted, too late to be helpful. Everyone drew weapons as the bats closed in. Hood drew his gun and pointed them first at the guards surrounding the girl. Sionis was snarling as he was whisked away by guards, as two figures chased them, but Hood kept all his focus on the girl in front of him. The guards around her laid dead, she now had blood added to the filth that covered her. She was wide-eyed and breathing heavy as she stared at him, reaching immediately to struggle with her bonds and the gag, but unable to do anything about them.
“Hey,” Hood said to her, trying to sound as calm as possible through the voice modulator in his helmet. He would take it off, but the bats weren’t done dealing with Sionis’ goons as they helped their boss get away. “I’ll untie you.”
She stilled, but eyed him warily. Gaze going from gun to gun on his person, not finding much purchase whenever she gazed at the blank face of his helmet. 
“I won’t hurt you. Will you let me take those off?” He gestured to the gag and bindings. Her hands couldn’t reach the knot in the gag the way they were tied in front of her, and she was having little luck untying her hands by herself.
Hood took a knife from a hilt on his leg and he reached toward her with his other hand. She hesitantly reached her arms towards him, resting her hands on his outstretched hand. He made no move to grab, using his hand as a platform only as he moved the hand with the knife towards her slowly. The sounds of fighting had died down and he knew the others would be here soon. He spared a brief thought that he was glad this had happened now, after he was done feuding with the bats, before he focused back on her. 
Hood narrated his every move as he cut through the ropes on her arms, she was bleeding in places, skin rubbed raw as she struggled. He moved carefully, keeping the knife away from skin and avoiding her injuries as best as he could.  Once her hands were free she pulled her arms away from him, attempting to free herself of the gag.
“I’ll do that one too.” Hood reaches up and undoes his helmet now that the fighting has stopped. He can see the Bats keeping their distance as he attempts to calm her. She stills as he lifts the helmet off his head. He is of course wearing a domino underneath and she gives him such a look at that he almost wants to laugh. He settles for a small smile instead. 
He places the Hood on the ground next to him and reaches a hand back up towards her. “Would you like me to get the gag off?” She hesitates, leaning in, then pulling back. She pulls at her hair, looking at him. “I won’t cut your hair.” She nods and takes two steps closer to him, her head within his reach now. He understands the urge to not want him behind her, so he just leans to the side as he cuts through the gag. The second it’s loose enough she’s frantic, grabbing at it and pulling. The gag falls to the ground and her body shakes as she wraps her arms around herself, backing up a step.
He lifts both of his hands up, keeping them in her sight. “It’s okay. I’m sorry this happened to you.” He puts his knife back in its hilt. “I’m Red Hood.” 
“I know.” Her voice is rough from lack of use and dehydration. “They liked to show me the news about Gotham while they brought me here. Thought it would scare me.” Despite the shaking, she was standing up straight and ready. Her eyes still held a fierce spirit.
Hood nodded. “Where are you from?”
“Texas.” Admittedly, he was not expecting that. She gives him a sly smile. “Never been this far north.” He snorts in response. 
He acknowledges the lack of a name in return, but moves past it. “Well, we can get you back home-”
“No need.” She interrupts him. “If you just let me go I’ll be fine on my own.”
“Do you know why Black Mask brought you here?” Hood asks. He needs to know if it could be true. The bat’s eyes on him are sharp, but he ignores them.
“Something about my soulmate mark.” She isn’t shivering anymore, but her arms are still positioned around her and they tighten at the words. “They said that he was dead though, so that isn’t really a reason to keep me here.”
Hood nods. “What if he wasn’t dead?”
Her gaze was on him immediately, sharp and calculating. “Is he dead?”
“If you’re willing to go somewhere a little more private, we could talk about it.”
Her hand reaches down to her left hip, where her soulmark must be located. And it’s a familiar enough location that Jason knows that he has to know for sure before he lets her leave, hoping that she’ll come so they can find out.
“You’ll tell me? Answer some questions?”
“Of course!” Nightwing smiles, though it doesn’t seem to charm her any as she gives him a dry look in response.
“Just not in public.” Hood agrees.
“Where are we going?”
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Part 7: Hannibal's Watch
Masterlist
⚠️Warning⚠️ There is smut in this part please Don't read it if you are under 18. Obsessive Behavior. Some cannibal shenanigans as well.
         I was careful to lie still in Will's arms. The lightest brush of his chest would make my head hurt. My eyelids were the only thing protecting my eyes from the harsh daylight coming in from the windows. I wanted to look up and see if Will was awake but it would prove to be too big of a feat for me right now. 
         I told myself once this killer was handled I would focus on figuring what to do about the Will situation. Will was an incredible smart man. He had to know how bizarre it was to hold his co-worker so intimately. 
         How sure was I that I could be there for him the way he needs me to be? I used to think Will was more like a cat. Wanting affection on his terms, always seeming disinterested. This time I have spent with him has shown me he is very much the opposite. It bordered on suffocating, obsessive almost. He was holding me like we were a married couple. 
         He slowly brushed his thumb over the top of my shoulder, careful not to touch the bandage. I felt guilty for enjoying the attention, the care. I felt like I was using him. 
         Will gently tilted my head up to look at him. The motion was enough to make my head spin. He stared down at me before softly planting a peck of a kiss on my forehead. Then another just below my eye. I felt his grip tighten ever so slightly as he moved in to kiss me on the lips. I didn't stop him. It was innocent feeling at first. A kind of kiss you do for a school play but the second one he lingered. His lips against mine I pull at his shirt to keep him there. 
         We begin to make out. My head was killing me but his touch made it more tolerable. He ran his fingers along my arms and upper back. So gently it almost felt like a ghost. He rolled on his back and helped me lay on top of him. He was almost gentlemanly, respectful. Careful not to put his hands too low on my back. 
          "Good to see you are feeling better." Hannibal's voice entered the room. We both jumped and Will lifted his head to look at our shared psychiatrist. I was too embarrassed. I got off of Will as quickly as I could. Will had a shy grin on his face as he pulled the covers over his lap. 
         "Yeah I feel a bit better. Is dinner done already?" I ask, finally looking back at Hannibal. He has an almost playful smirk. 
        "It is I'm afraid, I could put your meals in the oven till you are ready." 
         "No dinner sounds great. I'm going to head to the dining room Will." 
         "Yeah I'll be there soon. Hannibal can I talk to you for a second? " Will said as he moved to the edge of the bed, careful not to remove the blanket from his lap. 
         "Of course Will." He said with a different kind of grin. It was hard to say what the grin was about. I just hope Hannibal wasn't embarrassed.
         I slowly make my way to the fully set dining room. I take my normal seat and wait for the boys to join me. The food as usual looked incredible. Hannibal had prepared some kind of steak that looked to be cooked rare. For him and Will and for me he made some kind of cabbage wraps. 
        I licked my lips, unable to believe I kissed Will Graham. I wasn't sure what surprised me more, the fact it happened or how much I liked it. If Hannibal hadn't stopped us I wasn't sure how far we would have gone. 
        A few short minutes later they came into the room together. Will looked a little nervous but Hannibal seemed like himself. 
         Hannibal smoothed out his hair as he looked down at the table. 
         "Shall we eat?" He asked taking his seat. Will and I didn't say much as we all started to eat. I took a bite of my wrap and to my surprise the inside was red. I chew my bite and swallow before looking over at Hannibal. 
          "Is this a bean paste? It's great." I say as I take another bite. He nods with a grin. 
          "Yes, a red bean paste. I improvised a few ingredients so it's a bit more red than normal. I'm happy you enjoy it." He said before taking a small bite of his steak. He chewed it gingerly. An image of him popping his jaw back into place came to mind from the other night. 
        "Hannibal you shouldn't have steak, your jaw was dislocated." I say as I give him a worried look. He just grins and shakes his head. 
         "It is fine. We are celebrating, the pain is minor compared to the taste." 
        I looked over at Will for some back up but he was focused on eating. His eyes fixed on his bloody steak. 
        "You are an interesting one Dr. Lecter." I say as I laugh a bit. I continue eating my wraps. A small beeping goes off on Hannibal's watch and he wipes his mouth as he gets up. He returns from the kitchen with a prescription bottle.
         "It is time for your medication. Every six hours for pain management. I slipped the last one under your tongue as you slept." He puts two small pills into my hand and pours me a glass of wine. 
         "Should I really be drinking on these?" 
         "I find wine to pair nicely with pain killers." He says with a grin. I take the pills with a sip of wine. I already hurt I didn't want to imagine what I'd feel like without some pain meds.
           We all tuck back into our meals again. Will never stopped eating, honestly. He even had seconds.
          A bit passed and Hannibal was still nursing his steak. I had mostly finished with my meal and was poured another glass of wine by Will. I was feeling much better. 
         "Hannibal let me make you something softer. You don't need to finish that." I say looking at him chew painstakingly slow. He didn't look like he was in pain but he had to be. 
         "Perhaps it is a bit too much for me too chew. But I don't like wasting meat." He looked over at Will who has finished two steaks and seemed satisfied. "Will do you want what is left?" Hannibal asks. Will shakes his head no but doesn't speak. Will still seemed a little embarrassed about being caught by Hannibal. 
          "Hannibal you really don't have to finish the meat. I'm sure the cow won't care it's already dead." I say with a chuckle. 
          Hannibal looks down at his plate with a serious expression. 
          "I think the cow would care actually. It is a shame to waste such good meat. Would you be willing to try some? There is just a few bites left." He says looking back over at me. 
         "Hannibal I haven't had meat since middle school. The texture makes me sick." Hannibal nodded respecting my boundary. He put another small bite into his mouth and began to chew. 
         The steak did look good. Maybe it was the pills or maybe it was the near death experience but either way I ended up agreeing. "I'll try it for you but if I don't like it I'm not finishing it.
          "My jaw thanks you." Hannibal says as he cuts off a bigger piece and feeds it to me. Will perks up a bit as he watches. I chew slowly testing out the texture. It was more tolerable then I remembered it being. I swallow quickly and Hannibal already has another bite ready. Before I know it I have finished off rest of his steak. 
          "It's good." I say as I choke back a bit of a gag from the after taste of blood. For a second Hannibal almost looks excited. It was only his eyes. They seemed to light up. As quickly as I noticed the expression it was gone. It was sweet he was so excited for me to open my diet up a bit. 
         "You did very well Lydia." He almost coos as he picks up our plates to take into the kitchen. The tone made me blush. I wasn't used to sincere praise like that. Will seemed to notice.
         "He has a way of making you feel special doesn't he?" Will said once Hannibal had left. I smile and nod. 
          "What did you need to speak to Hannibal about?" I ask changing the subject. 
         "Just apologizing. He didn't seem to want to hear it. I think he misunderstood what was happening."
        "What was going on? Felt pretty obvious to me." I say as I finish my second glass. 
         "Just two good friends wanting to release some stress together." He leans over and pours us both another glass. I wasn't sure if he was trying to lie to me. Hannibal made it sound like Will wanted more than just sex from me. I wasn't going to press the issue. If sex was all he wanted I knew I could give him that.
          "A toast to good friends relieving stress." I say with a big smile as we clink our glasses together. Will chuckles and pours Hannibal a glass. 
         "We shouldn't exclude the host."
         "From drinks or relieving stress?" I ask as I look over at him With a cheeky grin. I was mostly joking. Will didn't seem to be. 
        "Ladies choice." He said his eyes flicking up to meet mine. 
        "Will don't be so crud. Hannibal is not interested in us we are his patients."
         "We both know he's willing to bend some rules. You have no idea what he's interested in." Will's tone was seductive but somehow threatening. I chuckle a bit nervously. 
         "Well I'm not going to bring it up to him." I say looking down at my drink before taking a sip. 
          "It was your idea." Will said his tone lighting. 
         "I was jok-"
         "What was your idea Lydia?" Hannibal asked as he walked back into the room. 
          "To have another drink with good friends." I say as I pick up his drink and hand it to him. He looks a little disappointed.
           "I would love to stay and drink but I have an evening appointment. A patient who doesn't leave his house during the day. Please, you two drink, maybe I'll join you both if I finish up early." Hannibal said as he set his drink back down on the table. He pulled on his jacket and preened himself in the mirror above the small table by the door. Once he was sure he looked presentable he said his goodbyes and left. 
          I looked over at Will who seemed to already have something in mind. He was drinking his drink much faster now. I took his lead and tried to finish mine off quick.
           He finished his drink and sat it down before standing. He undid his belt, making me blush. I had to pull my eyes from him. 
           "I'm on the shot." I say as I finally finish my drink. He just nodded with a small grin. 
          "Good, how about the room we slept in the first night? I don't think Hannibal would appreciate us being in his bed without him.
          "You mean the room you snuck into in the middle of the night?" I ask with a smug grin. Will looked almost embarrassed. 
        "You know I knew the whole time I was in your room. I was hoping you would take pity on me and kiss me." He admitted as he undid his shirt a bit. Now it was his turn to shyly avoid eye contact. 
         "You are such a creep, Will Graham." I say with a chuckle as I stand up. He grinned a bit, still not looking at me as I slowly walked around the table to him. 
          "You have no idea." He says softly the almost threatening tone was back but that wasn't going to stop me. Once I was in touching distance his eyes trailed their way up my body to meet my eyes. 
           He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me into a somewhat aggressive kiss. I wrap my arms around him as his tongue finds its way past my lips. He was so shy just a second ago. 
            Will picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was not such a gentleman this time. His hands found their way to my ass immediately. He swiped his arm across the table, clearing a spot. 
           I was laid down on my back when he finally broke the kiss to pull down my pants. That's when I noticed what he'd done. 
           "We can't do this on his table. Seriously Will!" I say as I try to push his hands away and grab my pants. He struggles for a second but pulls the fabric free from me and gets them down to my ankles. "I mean it will! I'm not getting fucked on Hannibal's table! That's so disrespectful!" I shout as I try and push him off me. He let out a frustrated whimper and pressed himself against my body wrapping his arms around me as if to hold me in place.
          "He doesn't care, we do it all the time." Will said as he started to kiss my neck. He didn't seem to realize his mistake. I think about his words carefully for a second. The drinks were making me a little slow. Meanwhile Will attacks my neck kissing and sucking at it. 
           "What did you just say?" I ask as I wiggle my arms between us to try and get some space. "Have you and Hannibal… have you guys had sex?" My question was enough to pull his focus. He lifted his upper body up from mine but kept himself between my legs. He didn't seem embarrassed. It was like he was thinking up a lie. "Will, I don't care, I'm just surprised." I say with a reassuring smile. He seems to fold. 
          "Yeah a few times. He can be very persuasive." Will says with a sheepish grin.
           "Oh I'm sure he really had to twist your arm." I mock as I give him a peak on his lips. 
            "We're not dating or anything, he won't be mad. We were just two friends relieving stress." He says as he gently starts kissing my neck again. I wasn't sure if I believed him. Will said the same thing about him and I but Hannibal seemed to think differently. Will did sound pretty jealous the other night when Hannibal gave me a shirt. Did Will like us both? 
           "Did I kill the mood?" He whispered in my ear before kissing it. I laughed a little and shook my head. I undid his pants and let them fall. He picked up the pace again. I grinded myself against him. I could feel his member straining against his boxer briefs. 
            He took my shirt off then his own. He pulled me to his chest as he fumbled with my bra latches. I licked at his neck before getting to work at paying him back for him attacking my neck. He got more desperate as I started to nibble at his neck.  
             "Let me get it Will." I whisper as I take my hand from his shoulders. He sounded so frustrated. He pushed me back down into the table. I looked up at him with a surprised grin. He grabbed something above my head and pulled it into view. It was a steak knife. My eyes widened for a fraction of a second and my body tenses up as he quickly uses it to cut my bra free from me. "That's my favorite bra!" I shout as he takes the knife down to my underwear and cuts them off as well. I used my hands to cover my chest from him. I was a bit pissed. 
          "I'll buy you new ones." He said hastily as he dropped the knife. I relaxed a little as he stared down at my body. 
          "No more knives, use your words." I say as I move my hands for him. He smiled, agreeing as he quickly leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of my exposed nipples. I squirmed under him and covered my own mouth. I didn't want to let him win a moan just yet. 
           He used one hand to take off his underwear while his other hand found its way to my neglected breast. He worked hard at my nipples before looking up at me. Taking his lips from my nipple he rested his forehead against mine and pulled my hand away from my mouth.
       "Don't fucking do that. I want to hear you." He said in a husky voice as he guided his manhood inside of me. I arch my back and moan out for him. I wrap my arms around his back as he gives me a second to get used to him.
         Before long he was pumping into me as he let out soft grunts. I put my face in between his neck and shoulder as he pounded against me. "Tell me how good it feels." He demands as he puts his hand in my hair and uses it to move my head from his neck. His eyes were darker. Even though we were so close I still felt a bit embarrassed. "Tell me!" He says as he tightens his grip on my hair. I squirm a bit. 
          "It feels incredible, you feel so good." I moan out as he nods. It wasn't a lie. He was a little rough but it was the best I have had in a while.
          "You are so gorgeous. Fuck I love you." He says in between thrusts. He started to kiss my neck once again. His lips were so gentle compared to his harsh bucking. I tried not to think about his confession too much. I try not to listen to men when they are inside of me. They will say the craziest things when they are about to cum.
           I nod and run my fingers through Will's hair. Ready to pull if he starts trying to direct me head again. "Do you love me?" He asked as he started going faster. He was hitting so deep inside of me I would have said anything if it meant him not stopping. 
          "Of course I do, I love you." I say in a breathy voice. His grip tightens on me as he slips a hand between us. Will wasted no time as he used his thumb to rub my clip. I started to try and buck against him, desperate to cum. My toes curled as he continued his steady pace. It wasn't long at all before I came hard against his manhood. He had a self satisfied look on his face as he nodded. 
           "That's it, good girl." I could feel my face heat up as he praised me. He was a quick study. Already understanding how much I liked to be praised. His thrust grew stronger as he focused on his own needs. His thumb never stopped rubbing small circles around my clit. I hugged my legs around his as he pushed deep inside of me one last time and finished himself. He let out a moan as he dug his nails into my shoulder and hip making me cry out. I came with him one last time. 
            Our bodies pressed together laid on the table in each other's hold for what felt like hours. He panted softly and nuzzled his face into my hair. 
          He never removed his member from me. He started slowly humping inside of me again. My head and shoulder was killing me. I still needed some time. 
           "Let's get dressed." I whisper but he shakes his head. 
            "One more time. Please." He begged. I could feel him start to get hard again.
          "No way. I'm tired and sore. Plus Hannibal could be home any moment." 
           "Good, maybe he'll give me a hand with you." He teased as he started to kiss me again. I kissed him back and grabbed a handful of his hair. He chuckled against my lips. 
        "Don't make me give you a bald spot, Graham" I warn before giving him a small playful kiss back. He pulled himself out of me and let me sit up. 
        "You really on the shot?" He asked as he pulled up his underwear then pants. I jumped down from the table and looked for my top as I pulled my pants off completely. 
         "Do you honestly think I'd let you cum inside me if I wasn't on the shot?" I ask with a laugh, finally finding my top. 
         "I was just wondering." He sounded a little disappointed. It worried me a bit. Surely he wasn't being serious. 
         "Right, well you pick this up and I'm going to shower." I say as I gather up what remained of my bra and underwear. 
         "You aren't going to help me?" He asked as he picked up some napkins from the ground. 
          "Nope you made the mess. I wanted to do it on a bed like a normal person. You better disinfect the table as well, don't half ass it." I say teasing him back. As I pull him in for one last kiss. He moaned against my lips before pulling away. 
        "Go get in the shower before I change my mind." The words sounded like a joke but his tone was a bit serious. I laugh and go to take a shower. 
         The whole time I couldn't stop thinking about the time we had. It was amazing. Will was so passionate, forceful yet gentle. 
           I wonder how many times he and Hannibal had sex and when. I guess they have had a few opportunities while I was here. I caught myself trying to imagine what sex with them both would be like. Will's passion and Hannibal's experience. Sounds like a girl's dream, I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to do it though. 
         I started to wash my hair when I felt a long buzzed strip of hair under most of my hair on the back of my head. I had a few stitches all around my head. This buzzed strip has the longest straight line of stitches though. How did the back of my head get split? It was resting against the floor when my attacker was hitting me. I tried to not think about it too hard. Some of that night was still a blur. Maybe he did hit me in the back of the head. 
        Turning the water off I step out and wrap a towel around me. Will had finished picking up the dining room and carefully hid any broken plates. 
       "Did you change your mind about round two?" He asked as he finished washing the table top. 
         "Nope sorry I was actually going to tell you I'm gonna lay down. I'm starting to sober up and my shoulder is hurting." I explain as I make sure my towel stays up. Will looks guilty as he looks at my freshly changed bandage. 
          "I'm sorry I got a little carried away. I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked a worried look washed over his face as he came over and puts a soft kiss on my shoulder. He had hurt me a little but I wasn't entirely opposed to a bit of pain. 
           "No, you were great. It was perfect." I say as I kiss his cheek. He grins and nods 
            "I had a great time too. Let me get in the shower and we can lay down together." He said as he kissed my lips. 
           He got in the shower as I got changed into an old sleep shirt of my own and crawled into bed. I really was sore. As temper as I was, Will would have had to peel me from the table if we had sex like that so soon again. My head was really giving me issues once the wine wore off. The sun had gone down but even the light from the lamp on the bedside table was giving me a migraine. I turned the lamp off and closed my eyes. 
          Will came in and laid down next to me. He wasn't shy about his clinginess before and he certainly wasn't now. He pulled me against him and kissed my neck. 
           "I know you're not asleep. Don't worry I'm not trying to get in your pants again. Are you even wearing pants?" He asked as he lifted the covers. I laugh and roll on my back to look up at him. 
          "How can I help you, Agent Graham?" I ask with a smirk. Will slid his hand under my shirt and placed his hand on my hip to pull me closer. 
          "Just checking on you." He said as he laid his head down next to mind.
          "So you and Hannibal… how'd that happen?" I ask as I hold his hand in mine. He grinned a bit. 
           "Quickly that's how it happened. One moment we were having a session in his office the next I was on his lap." He pulled my hand up to kiss my knuckles. 
         "Oh in his work office? Over his fancy desk, I hope" I tease as he rubs the back of my hand against his lips. 
         "Over his desk twice. We like to keep things fair. On the table once, in his bed a few times. On my floor at my house." 
          "Ew Will, with your dogs watching?"
          "What no, I let them out first." He laughed. 
          "Well good, I'm happy you two get along now. That has made my life easier."
           "Mine too." He says with a chuckle. I let my eyes close as he played with my fingers. "They look like they are healing." He said as he kissed the side of my fingers. I nod agreeing. 
          I was about to fall asleep when the bedroom door was opened. My eyes open groggily as I lift my head to see Hannibal poking his head in. 
           "There you two are." He said as he came inside. I lay my head back down and close my eyes again. Taking my hand from Will I roll to my side.
         "Welcome home." I say as I get settled back in. 
         "How was the appointment?" Will asked, looking up at Hannibal.
         "Very well. He had some real breakthroughs today. Speaking of which may I borrow Will? 7:30 is normally his appointment time. We can have it in my home office. I hold back a giggle wondering if this was a real appointment or not. 
          "Yes please take him so I can get some rest." I say sleepily. The two men leave the room and I do my best to ignore my pains so I can sleep.
          Some time later I woke up. I think it was the searing pain in my shoulder that woke me. I got up to see if I could find one of the boys. I walked past the basement door on my way to Hannibal's office. There was another strange sound coming from it. It sounded like scraping, maybe a chain rubbing against itself. 
           My head was hurting so bad I didn't even care what sound was coming from that place. I continue my walk and find his office. The door was wide open so I just walked in. The two men seemed to have been having a real appointment because they were across the room from one another and fully dressed. 
           Hannibal must have been able to tell what was wrong right away because he got up from his seat and held onto me as I wobbled a bit, squinting from the light. He fished the bottle from his pocket and handed me two pills. They looked a little different from the last ones.
            "My apologies Lydia, my watch went off during Will's appointment and I figured you were still sleeping." Hannibal said as he let my head rest against his shoulder. After I took the pills.
           "How long is my head going to hurt like this?" I ask still neglecting to tell them about my blurry vision. It had actually gotten somewhat better on its own so I figured it all would go away soon enough.
           "Soon I'm sure. The skull was not fractured and you seem to be fine cognitively." He says as he pets my hair. I wondered how he was so sure my head was okay. He used to be a surgeon sure but he doesn't have any medical equipment in his home that can definitely tell him my skull wasn't fractured. 
            I didn't argue with him. He sat me down in a chair next to Will before taking his seat again. Will smiled at me as he took my hand. 
          "We were pretty much finished." Will said as he gently squeezed my hand. I just nod.
          "I'm going to assume you two had a nice time while I was out." Hannibal said as he looked over at Will. I looked at Will as well wondering what he could possibly be looking so intensely at. Will had one big hickey on his neck. I must not have been as gentle as I thought. I looked back at Hannibal, surprised and embarrassed. Once I saw his face I knew I just confirmed his suspicions. Will chuckled a bit next to me. 
        "Don't be cruel Hannibal." Will says as he squeezes my hand again. 
         "Cruelty was not my intention. I was just inquiring about the time you both had together." Hannibal was always so vague. I wasn't sure if he was talking about sex or not. I could hardly keep up with the two in my state. I lay my head back and close my eyes. My head stopped hurting but unfortunately I felt like I might just fall asleep right here in this chair.
         "What's the medication called Hannibal?" I ask not opening my eyes. 
         "Codeine. It is commonly used after surgery." He says matter of factly.
          "This isn't what you gave me before. These are a different shade of white. I didn't feel this way last time. Wait… I didn't have surgery." I mumble as I open one eye to look at Hannibal.
          "You are correct about the pill. You seemed to be in more pain so I gave you something stronger. It is understandable you don't remember but I did have to do a form of surgery. To relieve pressure off your skull" I shifted in my seat and sat up. Taking my hand from Will I felt the back of my head where I felt the buzzed strip at in the shower. "Don't be alarmed. The procedure went very well." Hannibal said as he watched me from across his desk. 
          "No more codeine." I mumble. Will gets up from his seat and helps me up. 
          "Let's get you back to bed." Will said as he held me up. Hannibal got up from his seat to help. 
           I closed my eyes and let them take me back to my room. The sheets felt different against my skin. I forced my eyes open and realized I was in Hannibal's bed again. I didn't care whose bed I was in. I wasn't going to be awake long. 
            "I am sorry for the misunderstanding but at least you will get a restful night's sleep." Hannibal said as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. His breath smelt so good. 
           "I'm going to run home to feed the dogs, Hannibal will be here if you need anything." Will said as he followed Hannibal's lead and kissed my forehead. I chuckled thinking it was funny Will copied him. 
            "Oh good, Hannibal." I coo as I roll onto my side and grab a pillow to hold. I heard a small laugh come from one of the men. They must have thought I was asleep already because they spoke more freely amongst themselves. 
          "He's still down there?" Will asked as his voice got farther away. 
           "Of course, I wouldn't deprive you of a cut. Taking some home for your dogs?" Hannibal asked as his voice got further as well. 
            "Is he still-" they got too far for me to hear. I repeated the conversation to myself over and over so I wouldn't forget it. What could they possibly be talking about?
This was my first time writing smut ever so I hope it isn't too bad.
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ofduskanddreams · 5 months
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HO HO HO SANTA'S HERE AGAIN!
What headcanons do you have for Azriel and Eris, like, for one and the other, not as a couple?
What do you not want to see, like, a no-go?
Happy week
Hi Santa!! Always so happy to hear from you :)
I hope you're ready for another long response lol. None of these replies are comprehensive, just the things that first come to mind ( I've barely touched my coffee yet so bear with me.)
Eris headcanons:
-Eris has short hair!! Even when I first read the series and didn't particularly like his character, I never could picture him with long hair the way he's canonically described. Idk why that is but my brain made a choice and I stand by it.
-Eris is protective of his mother and [some of] his brothers but he can't always act on it. (An aside, but I feel like there's at least one or two of his brothers who are fully loyal to Beron.) Canonically Eris's motivations for taking power are layered, many of them veiled; with the context of him subtly shielding his mother at the High Lord's meeting, I believe that one of the reasons he's so eager to become High Lord is because it will ensure his mother's safety.
-Eris was close to Lucien when Lucien was a child. I also headcanon that Eris knows who Lucien's bio father actually is. Lucien is easily one of my favorite characters in the series and he's been through so much shit that I like to imagine there were a few happy brotherly moments in his childhood. Eris obviously cared enough for Lucien that he tried to stand up to Beron to stop him from harming Jesminda, he took a risk by reaching out to Tamlin to meet Lucien on the border too. This ties in with the previous headcanon.
-I headcanon that Eris smells like wood smoke and warm spices (think cinnamon, cardamom, cloves.)
-Cassian was correct in chapter 79 of acosf when he said that Eris 'wasn't a monster,' he 'might even be a good male' but I don't agree with how simply Cassian wrote it off as he's 'too much of a coward to act like it.' I think the situation in Autumn is a lot more complicated than that. Yes fear likely (and understandably) factors into how Eris conducts himself, it's also likely that it's not safe for him or for those he cares about to act any other way.
-ALSO--while I do believe that Eris, at his core, is a far better male than his father I don't think he's like a golden retriever marshmallow either. I like nuanced and flawed characters. I think Eris can still be a "good male" without having to be a Nice Person--the male is no saint and I wouldn't want him to be.
-Last one for Eris, I swear. I headcanon that he's a person who craves control, especially since his entire lived experience has been spent knowing that Beron has the final word on everything and could ruin him whenever he chooses to. One of the ways Eris's desire for control expresses itself is in the bedroom ;)
Azriel headcanons:
-Azriel is a mess, and I say that affectionately. Canonically he has trust issues, authority issues, and self-worth issues; he's emotionally immature at times, and healthy communication is a stranger to him. Azriel is also a dark character: he's angry, he's violent, and there's who knows how much blood on his hands. I realize none of that was a headcanon lol but you also asked what I don't want to see: I don't want Azriel's edges smoothed out, and I don't want that messiness erased--similar to what I mentioned earlier about nuance.
-I headcanon that Azriel's shadows are sentient and that they can be annoying little shits at times sticking their figurative noses where they don't belong.
-Azriel has anxiety. This is a headcanon present in all of my fics. It's never stated outright in canon but given what we do know, especially when combined with these lines from Azriel's acosf bonus chapter (to me, a person with anxiety not in any way qualified to diagnose it,) it rings true: "Too many razor-sharp thoughts sliced him any time he grew still long enough for them to strike. Too many wants and needs left his skin overheated and pulling taut across his bones. So he slept only when his body gave out, and even then only for a few hours."
-Azriel is a momma's boy. Everyone who writes Azriel has different takes on his mother and what her situation looks like now. I like to think that she's happy with whatever form her life has taken on and that Azriel loves her a lot, but he often feels guilty when he spends time with her (that she wouldn't have suffered so much if it weren't for him, that he should have gotten her out sooner, insert deprecating thought here, etc) so he doesn't visit her nearly as often as she would like him to.
-I firmly believe that Azriel is a switch who almost exclusively stays on the dominant side of things because it's what people expect from him and he perceives it as being the less vulnerable option, therefore it's easier for him. However, I don't think he enjoys it that much because, in his daily life, he's constantly in control or at least trying to be. But, because Azriel has many misconceptions about himself and others, it's hard for him to give control over to someone else because he thinks it's a weakness (it's the opposite) so he only allows himself to give up control when he perceives the other party as being equal to or more powerful/better than himself.
my no-go-s:
-The thing I really hate to see (and this goes for many fandoms and pairings, not just Azris) is heteronormativity in queer relationship dynamics. What I mean by this is when heteronormative roles are imposed upon a pairing and it warps one or more of the characterizations. In many cases, this is unconsciously done, but that's all the more reason to discuss it. In the case of Azris, the reason I was drawn to it in the first place was that, personality-wise especially, both Azriel and Eris are portrayed as the traditionally masculine alpha-holes that SJM fills her books with and that meant their dynamic was an interesting detour from the canon pairings in the series so far :)
I know this was likely more than you asked for Santa, but thank you for reading my ramblings <3 I hope you have a good week as well!
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hello, i'd like to request a matchup! i'm in my 20s, significant other/male matchup please
my friend's description:
she can look intimidating at first sight but once you get to know her, she can give the deepest conversations, intellectual topics and the best listener when you need someone to talk to instead of advices. She is quite lazy to go somewhere but can spend hours in department stores. She never judges someone and open-minded to any opinions but is very loyal to her own beliefs and is very prideful. She expects decent-level respect from everyone which can be stressful to herself. In terms of relationship, she needs someone who is quick-witted, observative and needs to know their ways to make someone talk their feelings.
random facts: i look bored/sleepy/angry normally, rbf in definition.. but im super timid and people pleasing, avoidant attachment, quick to drown in my head/thoughts, get quiet and dismissive when sad/angry, and the most important aspect of a person for me is their emotional depth and respect.
thank you sm!
hello, dear nonnie ! thank you for the info you sent <3 i hope you like your matchup ! i apologize too for the wait…
i’m publishing the ask since you didn’t sign it and i have no way to identify you otherwise, hope that’s alright with you.
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your genshin impact match is someone who, much like you, looks intimidating the first time you lay eyes upon him. his smarts are definitely a good quality in him; though, at times, it can lead into him being less than good with feelings, bordering on harsh. In a parallel to your listening over advising trait, he’s the type to provide solid facts and practical solutions rather than comfort. If you are looking for someone quick-witted, who can hold intellectual conversations, he’s definitely your man.
well, can you guess who fits this description…?
✧ ALHAITHAM
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What you deem to look intimidating at first sight, is, in no way, a setback for the scribe. I mean, take a look at him, he’s not the softest looking either, and yet, he cares (in his own way).
Your ability to be a good listener is something Alhaitham really needs. Even if he won’t express it at all, it is not frequently when he can lay his burdens on anyone else, often tending to shoulder them by himself. In addition, your tendency to listen over providing advice is something that really can favor our beloved former acting grand sage; he has the means to figure out his troubles himself, but, albeit not the best at making it obvious, he’d really appreciate and value the warmth of his lover by his side in his most trying times.
Don’t worry if you’re lazy to go out, Alhaitham isn’t the most adamant when it comes to outings, nor is he fond of crowds.
However, that smile of yours, when you browse through department stores, all sparkly eyed and radiating joy… he could stare at you forever, like this…
Bags keep accumulating on the scribe’s strong arms.
For once, he can’t say ‘no’.
But did he really want to ever deny you, when sunshine itself seems to cling to your frame as you run from one place to the other?
From bookstores you spent hours perusing, giving your lover the puppy eyes every time a tome was too high up for you to reach; to shops filled from floor to ceiling with plushies, to the most crowded clothing stores, the subtle smile on Alhaitham’s lips doesn’t waver.
“Alhaitham! Look, look! Isn’t this bag super pretty? It matches your eyes!” You excitedly wave, holding a turquoise handbag with golden accents for him to see.
His jade-like stare, however, is paying little attention to the object in your hands, favoring instead the crescent outlined in your lips.
Now, Alhaitham has always considered himself in control of his impulses, but right now, you’re making it pretty damn hard.
If it weren’t for the several bags he’s carrying, he’d wrap his arms around you and kiss you breathless right here, right now.
He loves you too much, though, so he’ll humor you.
“Hmm you’re quite right, darling.” He states, gaze sharp, set on the hue of the accessory you’re holding. “I do think it goes very well with the shade of your skin and hair, don’t you think so?” Your boyfriend smirks, aquamarine stare glinting behind the silver edged waves of his soft looking strands.
“Huh, you really think so?” You prompt, a grin tugging at the corner of your lips. Stepping closer to him, you run a hand over his abdomen, stopping with your palm flat over his chest. “In that case, I’ll really have to get it, no?” You practically purr into his ear.
“As long as you’re happy,” the scribe lets out, voice low, managing to balance your new acquisitions and take your chin in between his fingers at the same time, his lips teasingly brushing yours.
As you stand there, frozen and smiley, he takes the new bag from you, paying for it while you dreamily stare at him from a distance.
You can’t wait to start discussing the new books you got today with him later tonight.
And well, your lover can’t wait to kiss you properly later, no people and intense lights around.
You being loyal to what you believe in and prideful are attributes Alhaitham really admires from you. Even if at times he can be a bit stubborn, both your personalities can easily reach agreements through debate, due to your open minded nature, which brings us to the next point.
You mention you’d like someone who is quick-witted, so fear not, Alhaitham is plenty quick-witted. With him, no argument is boring, both you and him exposing your facts and reasoning, rather that rising your voices.
He is very observant too, and even though, he is not the best at expressing his own emotions, he can tell when you’re starting to feel uncomfortable or hurt, resulting in him backing off and putting your feelings first.
For that same reason, in moments when you drown in your thoughts, or get detached because you feel angry, sad or frustrated, Alhaitham knows without you having to express it verbally. In these instances, it is not rare for him to just sit by your side, book in hand, as he wraps an arm around you. If you lean into his touch, your head resting on his broad chest, he’ll take that as an indication to run his hands through your hair, soothing the whipping waves of your rage or despair.
If emotional depth and respect are aspects you value in a partner, well, Alhaitham is definitely a complex individual in that sense. As aforementioned, he may not be the most adamant at making it known, but he definitely has an elaborate set of morals and emotions very few are privy to. In rare moments, however, when it’s just you and him, you get to see his more tender side; even his more explosive feelings if you ever got into a dangerous situation.
Considering everything, I do believe you and Alhaitham would make a really nice couple, with lots of interesting conversations by candlelight, as the stars of Sumeru’s distant skies pass over you, bearing witness to the facts on romance you write through hands intertwined and gazes scanning the same page.
✧ RUNNER UP: NEUVILLETTE
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You and Fontaine’s chief of justice share some traits in common: looking serious, but being softer than your appearances suggest. You, having a timid temperament and a tendency to people pleasing; him, being sensitive but not fully knowing how to express it.
This man is the epitome of respect. A true gentleman, he’s totally the kind to open doors for you, carry your back, be sure you’re walking on the inner side of the sidewalk, while keeping a protective arm lingering at the small of your back.
If you seek someone with a depth to their character, there’s definitely a lot to unpack when it comes to Neuvillette. He is mysterious, highly intelligent, and way more softhearted than his imposing aura suggests. Just please, hold him softly while you figure out the puzzles of his soul.
I can envision deep philosophical conversations between you and him as well, be it on justice, the latest discoveries on Fontaine’s technology or simply a new mystery novel you’ve picked up, discussing who’s the culprit and trying to piece together the yet to be unveiled facts.
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When I wrote this in 2016, it largely fell on deaf ears. Now, not so much. When former UN climate tzar Christiana Figueres said in 2015 that there was an intention, timetable, and action plan in place to kill capitalism, she meant it. She was speaking as a proxy for the Trilateral Commission. The immigration invasion continues to intensify to this day, and 2024 may be the target date for the murder of America. ⁃ TN Editor
The incredulous open-border policy being practiced in Europe is the same policy being exercised in the United States. Not only is our southern border with Mexico virtually wide open for anyone to sneak into our country illegally, but Obama’s Executive Branch cabal is importing tens of thousands of immigrants from countries in the Mideast that are known terrorist hotspots.
In Europe’s case, it can no longer turn back. It’s too late, and too much damage has already been done. It’s time to say, at least mentally, “Goodbye Europe, it was nice knowing you.”
A few years ago, Europe was a wonderful place to visit, vacation, and do business with. What changed?
For starters, the global elite that took credit for the creation of the European Union in the first place has now decided to throw the whole morass under the bus. Hear the crunching sound!
It was Trilateral Commission co-founder David Rockefeller himself who said in 1998,
“Back in the early Seventies, the hope for a more united EUROPE was already full-blown – thanks in many ways to the individual energies previously spent by so many of the Trilateral Commission’s earliest members.” (Rockefeller, In the Beginning – The Trilateral Commission at 25, 1998, p.11.)
Rockefeller was being modest. In 2002, it was Trilateral Commission member Vallery d’Estaing who actually authored the EU’s constitution when he was President of the Convention on the Future of Europe.
Well, energies of current members of the Trilateral Commission (and their globalist cronies) have switched fields. They are now pushing and enforcing policies that are turning Europe into a train wreck.
Enter Mr. Peter Sutherland, former Chairman of Goldman Sachs International, Chairman of BP, Director-General of the World Trade Organization and Honorary Chairman of the Trilateral Commission. He has served as the United Nations Special Representative of the Secretary-General for International Migration since 2006.
Sutherland has been outspoken on unlimited immigration policy in Europe. He has stated publicly,
“The United States, or Australia and New Zealand, are migrant societies and therefore they accommodate more readily those from other backgrounds than we do ourselves, who still nurse a sense of our homogeneity and difference from others.
“And that’s precisely what the European Union, in my view, should be doing its best to undermine.”
Let’s not stop there. At the peak of the European crisis in late 2015, Sutherland wrote,
“Human mobility benefits not only migrants and their families, but their countries of origin and destination as well… No other force—not trade, not capital flows has the potential to transform lives in the sustainable, positive ways and on the scale that migration does.”
Sutherland believes that immigration is the key to implementing Sustainable Development, an economic model which I have carefully documented as Technocracy from the 1930s. (See Technocracy Rising)  This is what the Trilateral Commission first alluded to in 1973 as its “New International Economic Order.”
Dump Free Enterprise/Capitalism
Oh, did I mention that if Sustainable Development (Technocracy) is to replace Capitalism and Free Enterprise that, the latter must be utterly destroyed? Yes, you read it right, but don’t just take my word for it…
Listen to the words of Christiana Figures, the former Executive Secretary of the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change:
“This is the first time in the history of mankind that we are setting ourselves the task of intentionally, within a defined period of time to change the economic development model that has been reigning for at least 150 years, since the industrial revolution… This is probably the most difficult task we have ever given ourselves, which is to intentionally transform the economic development model, for the first time in human history”. (Figueres, Feb. 2015 press conference) [emphasis added]
Let’s examine this statement. The United Nations has:
Intention – Scrap Capitalism and Free Enterprise and replace it with Sustainable Development
Timetable – Not specified, but a timeline exists somewhere in the bowels of the United Nations
Ability – It is the United Nations, after all. They have 193 nations of the world  signed on to this agenda
Action – The United Nations has already taken steps to execute their plan.
Sounds like a plan to me.
We should not be surprised at this turn of events.
If the West is to be deconstructed in order to make way for Technocracy, what better way to do it than with a mass invasion of radical Islamic jihadists, crazed on the Marxist philosophy of social justice and who don’t care if they die in a hail of gunfire, as long as they cause mayhem and destruction while doing so.
It’s the age-old program of rape, pillage, and plunder, modernized and codified in religious terms, that justifies its actions.
So, is Europe being ‘thrown under the bus’ by its creators? Yes, and the evidence is clear.
What is the payoff? Technocracy as an economic system and Scientific Dictatorship as a model of societal governance.
Coming soon to a continent near you…
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ANNA THE HUNTRESS X READER HEAD CANNONS??
AN: My god, it's ''fasnet'' time here right now and my days are spent being hunted by witches and being too drunk, but I finally got around to writing again!
Warnings: NSFW in the second part, but there's another warning further down
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Anna lacks a lot of experience in the romance compartment. I tend to think she must've lived in some kind of community at least one time in her life. After all, even as a fully self-sufficient hunter, there are things you need to buy to start such a life. My guess is, she lived near a cottage or village of some sort as a child when her mother was still alive. Still, even when she still had the means to socialize, I doubt there were many who found her romantically interesting (as sad and unbelievable as that is). Relationships whose focus lies on romance and not the typical mother-daughter antics she's used are therefore new territory to her.
This is why at the beginning of said relationship, she'll most likely treat you more like someone she has to take care of, than an equal.
This providing side of her is the attribute she is most prideful about, though. Anna's love language is 100% acts of service. Her life is spent making sure you're healthy (physically and emotionally), fed and feeling loved and cared for. She won't calm down until she's sure every task revolving around your well-being is taken care of.
Her passion for those tasks, however, can also be a hassle. Many nights, you might spend alone because Anna is busy, hunting, sewing, cooking or preserving food. She can be a bit oblivious to the emotional needs one might have in a romantic relationship, another consequence of her solitary lifestyle and lack of experience. She needs a lot of instruction to figure out that sometimes, you just need her to hold you.
Lucky for you, Anna is very, very attentive. She wouldn't have survived without being alert at all times. With you in the center of her life, she can put all that attention and focus on you, learn every single thing about you and memorize it.
Give the Huntress a few months, and she can read the smallest signs of body language you exhibit. A small shiver? She's there with a blanket. Rubbing your tummy absentmindedly? She'll warm up some stew. Eyes looking a bit more remote and isolated than usual? She'll hurry up with her chores, so you can cuddle up before you go to bed.
While we're on the topic of cuddling, Anna is so touch-starved. In the beginning, she's afraid to ask for your touch, scared that her scars or more or less intimidating figure disgust you. When she realizes you like the way her body looks, her touches and asks grow a lot bolder. It's her favorite activity, relaxing somewhere while you touch her. Even if you're just holding her cheek, or checking for injuries, she'd do anything to have those hands linger on her skin.
And she's so warm. The red forest is always a damp kind of cold, a wet freezing temperature that seeps into your clothing and bones and cools you from the inside. You don't know how she does it, but Anna is like a furnace. Even if she just came out of the pouring rain, her torso is blazing hot and perfect for pressing your freezing hands against.
That attribute of hers is especially helpful at night, when you come to realize how painfully cold it can get, even under a bunch of wool and fur blankets. Since Anna is probably taller than you, she encases you better than any blanket ever could. Plus, she'd never complain about your cold hands against her body, if anything it makes her happy to know that she can warm you up.
Now, onto a little more spicy coziness. (NSFW content following, if that was not clear enough ;))
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Anna's sense of providing for you doesn't decrease in the bedroom. If anything, it gets more intense. The Huntress is a pretty dominant top, bordering on a stone top, meaning she focuses on her partner's desires without expecting much in return.
But, as mentioned before, she can be a bit oblivious to her partner's needs at the beginning of a relationship. If you don't make your desire visible or vocal, chances are she'll mistake your eagerness for a reaction to the cold, simple shyness or the need for some innocent physical attention.
Her first time will be very slow and unsure - she's scared of screwing up, scared of driving you away but nonetheless, very eager to learn. Anna's attentive focus comes in handy, once again. She learns, quickly, either how to fulfill all your wishes, or tease until you're begging.
Which brings us to the next point, Anna adapts very well to your desires. She can be soft and loving, granting your every wish, and at the same time the Huntress has the power to be absolutely ruthless and dominating. What you want her to be is up to you.
One word: size kink. The predator side of Anna is very, very proud of her physique. She's strong, tall, difficult to kill and defeat. Her body is an important asset to her task of protecting and pleasuring you. And since she knows how much you like that body of hers, there's no reason for her to hide the joy she gets from seeing how much stronger, and taller she is, compared to you.
Anna likes to praise as well. She's usually not the most vocal person, speaking only when something is important enough to be voiced. She rather listens to you talk. When she's feeling intimate, that changes drastically. Seeing you so vulnerable and ready for her just entices something inside the Huntress to voice her pride and adoration, even if it's in her mother tongue. Most of the time, she prefers her praise in Russian. That way, she can tell you thoughts that are, in her mind, not yet ready for you to hear.
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*whispers* Some kind of Terry Pratchett AU
This got wildly out of control in the sense that I spent way too much time thinking about this today and now I'm scrapping all my current reads so I can reread Discworld. It has footnotes! Anyway I interpreted some kind of Terry Pratchett as vague Discworld and this happened.
Currently taking warm up prompts - they will end up being Stranger Things
“Get out of the window kid. Have you been invited in there?”
Hearing Hopper’s voice makes Eddie miss Brenner for one fitful second.^1 Brenner never instilled nosy night watchmen who ruined his day. He’d even risked getting singed to make it to this exact spot before shift change. “Really up and at ‘em tonight, chief!” Eddie cheers, he doesn’t move from the window.
“There were reports of a disturbance.” Hopper grouches.
“Weird, I didn’t notice any disturbance climbing up here. Good luck hunting it down!”
“Munson, get your bloodsucking ass down from the window. You are the disturbance.”
“Pretty sure talk like that is hate speech, Chief, thought you Nightwatch types were supposed to be accepting?” He does float down though, if that vein bulging in Hop’s neck bursts like it’s threatening to it would make a nice snack.^2
“I’ve been very accepting, or I would have hauled you in for breaking and entering already.”
“I didn’t break anything, and I’d barely even entered. Are these the kind of flimsy cases that Owen’s Hawkins is basing its justice system around? That’s bordering on wrongful imprisonment. I’ll have my day in court!” Hopper shuts him up with a growl and a hand fisted in his collar.^3
“What were you doing breaking into the Harrington place, Munson. Cut the bullshit, I’ve got a dark wizard uprising that actually needs my attention instead of playing personal police to this side of town.”
“I wasn’t breaking in. I was invited.”
“By the owner of the house.”
“Yes!”
“No influence involved?”
“How little you think of me! I am a wanted and treasured guest.”
“Then why are you coming in through the window?”
“Wow, Hop, the romance dead between you and Joyce already? I try to keep things fresh so my lovely little lord stays interested, thus I climb my fair prince's tower."
That vein looks extremely close to bursting, it's making his mouth water a little. "Remember how I feel about the local childminder^4 and try that sentence again, Munson.”
“I pissed Stevie off and I’m pretty sure he had Dustin set up a flashbulb on the door. I figured if he saw me in person he couldn’t stay mad.” And he doesn’t want to get swept up by the maid again. Last time he almost got tossed with the actual dust, and he’s pretty sure she was gonna do it on purpose.
“Pretty sure he can, kid.” Hopper says, clapping him on the back and heading off toward his uprising or whatever. “Next time, why don’t you sing him a song. Or try not pissing him off in the first place.”
Some advice that was, Stevie loved playing a little fairytale pretend. He just needed to decide if he was the dashing prince or the beast that trapped him.
^1: This would mark the only time anyone, shy of his mother† would actually miss Brenner.
† His mother, of course, unaware of the many crimes against children, humanity, and inhumanity that he had committed.
^2: Eddie had actually gone full Black Ribbon, but he was a big believer in waste not, want not
^3: For a man of so many growls, Hopper was not the lone werewolf officer on the Nightwatch. A win for Don’t Judge a Book By its Cover activists everywhere.
^4: Harrington's Home for Horrible Half Pints, though poorly named, took advantage of the young Lord Steve Harrington’s supernaturally magnetic draw for troublemakers, rascals, and rapscallions. He was regularly trailed by six mischief makers who wouldn’t listen to anyone but him.
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