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elenaril · 11 months

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Times Like These “I’m not… I don’t want to die, Johnny. I’m not ready.” She sucked in a sharp breath of air, and blinked away the tears again. “I’ve considered every single fucking option and choice we have, and it’s just. It’s not looking so good, y’know? The malfunctions are getting more frequent, I barely know who and where I am most days after waking up, I’m forgetting things, things that are important, and I just. I don’t fucking know anymore. I’m just not sure if it’s worth it anym-” She was trembling, the thought of an ending sending her into a quiet panic

“Fucking finally, do you ever take breaks like a normal person?” Johnny’s digital form glitched into visibility, grumbling as usual. Eden had finally sat down on a bench, in one of the many hidden nooks and crannies of Kabuki, letting out a quiet groan as she stretched her shoulders, and flexed her hands. The streets were, as every other place in NC, littered with trash and discarded items, and the scent of cheap liquor, smoke from the various industrial sites (or a certain engrams’ phantom cigarettes), garbage - the holy trinity of NC, filled her nose. Even after almost a decade in the dystopian hellscape that was Night City, she couldn’t help but make a face.

“Hey, legendary rockerboy/terrorist/most impressive man you’ll ever meet to planet gonk? You listen to anything I’ve said in the last five minutes?” Eden, aka “planet gonk”, apparently, rolled her eyes. Johnny was pouting, tapping his foot against the ground, arms crossed, looking down at her, huffy and annoyed, and obviously in need of attention. She sighed, and sat up straight, crossing her own arms in response, and looked up at him. “What? If you couldn’t fucking tell, I was trying to relax, something you’ve been bitching about for the last two hours.” They’d just got back from a gig, escorting a client to safety; some idiot who had gotten caught up in corporate schemes, and now had a bounty/potential death sentence on his head. Nothing Eden wasn’t familiar with.

“As I was saying, which you’d fucking know if you ever bothered listening - you’re fucking starving, and your lack of self care is impacting me, so get your ass over to that takeout place over there. I don’t know about you, but even in my glitched out form, I can tell shit smells amazing. Might also just be me.” he finished, adding a wink to top it all off, along with a smug grin. Fuck, she thought to herself. He was absolutely right. She had not eaten a single thing since the previous night, and that had been a half-eaten, cold Burrito XL she’d gotten herself for breakfast.

“Okay, fine, you have a fucking point. About the food, thank you.” With a grunt, she got to her feet as Johnny’s construct faded away, and shuffled through the street, zigzagging between the other NC residents, and trying to avoid stepping in something nasty.

As she neared the little eatery, the scent of grilled meats and whatever vegetable substitute they were using, filled her nose, and she felt a pang of hunger. Fucking Johnny and his terrible (good) ideas. Even though the place was open, facing the streets, it was surprisingly cozy. It served as a quiet little pocket, where one could find some peace and quiet, at least this time of night. She stepped towards the counter, pulling her jacket slightly tighter around herself. She smiled at the chef, and leaned across the bartop, placing her gun within reach on the counter, just in case. Night City etiquette and all that. She placed an order for a simple stir-fry, and within minutes, a takeaway container was placed in front of her. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, trying to shrug off the nausea that plagued her, due to the various medications Vik and Misty had given her, to deal with the Relic. She picked up the chopsticks, and began eating. A wave of satisfaction washed over her, and she knew that it was not all her own. The chef was busy tending to a pair of customers at the opposite side of the counter, and the rest of the little eatery was empty. It was nice, being able to sit down and just enjoy the peace and quiet for once, and get lost in her own thoughts.

“Don’t get too comfortable, princess. With all those loud ass fucking thoughts you’re having, I might get the impression you don’t like me.” Eden rolled her eyes and stuck the chopsticks in the container, pushing it aside.

“Can I seriously not have anything nice without you ruining it?” She huffed and leaned over the counter again, flexing her hand.

“Hey, I practically bought you dinner, I can be nice. Not my fault you’re being such a bitch about it.” Eden swatted at him with her left hand, both feeling the impact for a short second, before her hand glitched through his arm, leaving a jitter of code and static, before settling back into him. He snickered, and shook his head, before pulling out a cigarette. Eden refused to humour him further, and instead chose to look away.

They stood there in silence, side by side. Johnny smoking, Eden lost in thought, much like usual. The food beside her was getting cold, and a sharp pain at the nape of her neck that spread down her spine, straight to her chest snapped her back into reality. Johnny winced, feeling it too, and he turned to look at her, as she sucked in a sharp breath of fresh air.

“‘m fine, don’t worry.” she muttered, flexing and clenching her fist repeatedly, trying to ground herself. Johnny’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, and he took another drag of the cigarette, waiting for her to talk. But she didn’t say anything. Instead, she kept standing here, hunched over the counter, flexing and clenching her fist, focusing on the repetitive movement, and ignoring the tension in the rest of her body. The nausea was back, and she felt cold.

“...you alright, V?” Johnny reached towards her, and put a hand on her arm. She flinched, but leaned into him. Barely. She took another deep breath, and exhaled shakily.

“I’m… I don’t know. It’s getting worse.”

“...”

Johnny looked at her, and he could feel her growing desperation, the two of them connected in both body, and mind. He felt her agitation, and it had been getting harder and harder to shut each other out. The Relic was working as intended, blurring the lines between them, and erasing her in the process. They both knew that it was only a matter of weeks at this point.

Eden yanked away her arm, and leaned down, burying her head in her arms. She felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes, and aggressively attempted to blink them away. Johnny, not taking a hint, or ignoring it, as usual, reached over, and gently stroked the back of her neck with his organic hand, brushing the rose-coloured hair away. He did not push his luck, however, and removed his hand shortly after. Eden was holding her breath.

“...you wanna, I don’t know. Talk about it?” Johnny was toeing in foreign territory for them both. They had free access to each other’s feelings, and Johnny could read every single thought that crossed through her head, but talking about things? They were both terrible at it. But, they tried, when it mattered. And tonight, it mattered.

Eden stood up again, brushing her hands through her pink bangs as she straightened slightly, before resting her arms at the counter, fists clenched. She refused to look at him. If she did, she would probably break down. And that, she refused.

“Johnny, I…” Johnny lit another ghostly cigarette, and looked at her, his usually sharpened gaze, soft.

“I’m not… I don’t want to die, Johnny. I’m not ready.” She sucked in a sharp breath of air, and blinked away the tears again.

“I’ve considered every single fucking option and choice we have, and it’s just. It’s not looking so good, y’know? The malfunctions are getting more frequent, I barely know who and where I am most days after waking up, I’m forgetting things, things that are important, and I just. I don’t fucking know anymore. I’m just not sure if it’s worth it anym-” She was trembling, the thought of an ending sending her into a quiet panic.

“Lighten up, princess.” Johnny looked away, and stared right in front of him. It was like any other of his usual, snarky comments, but there was nothing of the sort in his tone. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, and exhaled it, the smoke glitching into nothing. There was an air of solemn stoicism in his words, as he continued.

“We’ll get you and that thick fucking skull of yours out of this, just trust me. If there’s anyone who’s stupid enough to come up with an insane, last minute plan, and lucky enough to go through with it, and come out on the other side? It’s you.” Eden stood there, quietly, as Johnny turned to look at her, again.

“You’re an absolute fucking nightmare, Eden, but we’re in this together. You took a bullet for me, and I’ll take the Blackwall for you.” Eden shuddered at the thought, and looked down again. When she spoke, it was barely a whisper.

“...I just. It’s stupid. But I just hoped there’d be a way we’d both make it out of this fucking mess. It’s just not fair. We both deserve better.” Johnny smiled, and let out a chuckle, and Eden looked up at him, teary-eyed and confused. “You almost had me there, princess. I almost thought you cared about me, for a second.” She let out a snort, and rolled her eyes, elbowing him in his side, as he flipped her off and blew a cloud of smoke in her face in return. She shook her head, and grabbed her gun, before leaving a few eddies for her meal. They had to find a solution. They still had time. For now. She tightened her jacket around her, the Samurai emblem at the back glowing a deep red, and they walked back into the alley, and into Night City. Eden leading the way, fast-paced and determined, and Johnny, nonchalantly strutting along, glitching in and out of view as he pleased. They still had time.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp77 #cdpr #virtual photography #oc: eden valentine #otp: edge of entropy #johnny silverhand #skelly's stuff #lore #writing

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murfeelee · 2 years

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CQL/MDZS INSP - Yiling Arc Pt2: Cultivating the Burial Mounds

In the Burial Mounds of Yiling, heading fifty- or-so of the fallen Wen Sect‟s cultivators, Wei WuXian planted vegetables, repaired houses, refined corpses, and made new tools. Every day when he was free, he played with the toddler Wen Yuan, son of Wen Qing’s dead cousins. Wei WuXian either let him hang on trees or buried him in the ground, fooling him that he‟d grow faster if he was watered and bathed in sunlight. Then, he was scolded by Wen Qing again. A few months passed like this. Aside from how the world’s comments on Wei WuXian worsened even more, there was no progress.

Wei WuXian and Wen Qing weren't surprised when they saw YunmengJiang’s sect leader Jiang Cheng arrive.

Jiang Cheng asked, “What are you all turning over the dirt here doing? Don‟t tell me you‟re really going to start farming!”

Wei WuXian said, “Didn't you hear? We are farming!”

“You‟re farming on a mountain of corpses? Will the things that grow here be edible?”

Wei WuXian, “Believe me. When people are really hungry, they'll eat whatever they can.”

Jiang Cheng asked, “You really intend on stationing yourself here in the long run? Can people even live in such a place?”

Wei WuXian, “I lived three months in here.”

After a moment of silence, Jiang Cheng asked, “You‟re not coming back to Lotus Pier?”

Wei WuXian replied in a relaxed tone, “Yunmeng is so close to Yiling. I‟ll sneak back whenever I feel like it.”

Jiang Cheng snorted, “You wish.” A child about one or two years old crept over. He was quite a fine, lovable child. Unfortunately, Jiang Cheng had no love in him at all. He turned to Wei WuXian, “Where did the kid come from? Get him away from me.” Jiang Cheng mocked, “The other sect leaders thought you gathered some leftover forces and crowned yourself king of the hill. But it’s only the old, the weak, women, and children?” Jiang Cheng continued, “Where‟s Wen Ning?”

- Mo Dao Zu Shi, chapters 73 and 74

MY THOUGHTS (Jiang Cheng minirant pt1)

In the fandom, Team Jiang Cheng gets huffy when people like me say we hate Jiang Cheng. But the author herself said it: “Unfortunately, Jiang Cheng had no love in him at all.“

Granted, I think this a hyperbolic AF--JC clearly loves WWX, and his parents, and OF COURSE the goddess of pork rib soup Jiang Yanli too good and pure for this world amen, and her son Jin Ling. However, JC’s problem is that he doesn’t know how to express softness, and I 100% blame his mother for that, cuz Madam Yu was gung-ho about JC being everything WWX wasn’t--to JC’s own detriment.

JC could barely show his own siblings and nephew he loved them, let alone show gratitude towards the good Wens who helped save them (ESPECIALLY Wen Ning), despite the evil Wens exterminating the rest of the Jiang sect (and him having a crush on Wen Qing).

There’s this WONDERFUL analysis of Jiang Cheng’s reaction to finding WWX squatting with the Wen remnants in the Burial Mounds, and how it compares to what Jiang Yanli would have done in his place: https://hunxi-guilai.tumblr.com/post/619224037560909824/hey-im-currently-re-watching-ep27-28-and-it-just

That post really highlights JC’s abandonment issues, inferiority complexes, and desperation for WWX to come back home--despite seeing clear as day that WWX was resigned to being “the Yiling Patriarch,” an exiled ex-cultivator aiding and abetting the Wens, and actively trying to make a new Lotus Pier in the Burial Mounds--doing the impossible.

#sims 3 the untamed #the untamed #sims 3 mdzs #mo dao zu shi #sims 3 anime #sims 3 asian #sims 3 gameplay

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whltlock · 2 years

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Bruised Strawberries (5/7)

CHAPTER FIVE / MASTERLIST / Subscribe on AO3

Pairing: Jason Todd/Non-binary!Reader

Summary: You just wanted some god damned strawberries, but you got mixed up with a vigilante instead. Nonsense (and feelings) ensue.

Tags: idiots to lovers, fluff, snark snark and more snark, reader is a poc, reader is kind of a meta?

Word Count: 2597.

As you walked through the morning market, you wondered if Jason felt out of place. Countless old women shuffled past with their flowy skirts and a tenacity that said they weren’t to be meddled with. Getting the best deal for vegetables was basically a competition in this place.

If Jason was uncomfortable, he didn’t bring it up. He simply followed you through the rows of stalls, touching you in some capacity. Sometimes his arm looped around your shoulders, other times he held the small of your back as you both checked out things of interest. It was terrifyingly domestic.

You were tugged towards a different stall as Jason’s attention was snagged by it. Once you realised why, glee swam in your veins. A delectable assortment of berries sat upon the table, all perfectly unblemished. And most importantly, one carton housed large, juicy strawberries. You were ready to snatch them all and run.

However, Jason spoke to the shop clerk first. You looked at him in awe as he murmured a greeting in your native language. You watched, eyes wide, as he navigated the purchase of a hefty bag’s worth of the fruit. His pronunciation was still a little rough, but the clerk understood well enough to oblige.

Prize in hand, Jason lured you towards a sunny, grassy patch, far from the civilisation of the market. You complied easily, gaze moving between what he held and the proud smile he wore. It was cute to see him so happy. Perhaps, in actuality, he was far from uncomfortable. Thriving in a change of environment, even.

You dropped to the ground and crawled towards him, ready to devour the berries. Unfortunately, he kept them out of reach. His expression infuriated you now. “You owe me those!” you demanded.

Jason pulled one from the bag and plucked the stem from its top. “You want?” he teased, and when you nodded stiffly, he shoved it into his mouth. The tip poked between his teeth. “Come get it,” he tried to say around the oversized berry.

It ripped a bout of huffy laughter from you. “You’re a cheese ball,” you grumbled, but your eyes didn’t stray from his lips.

Were you really considering it?

Yeah, you were.

Juice began to run down the edges of his grin and his next words were muffled. You shifted onto your knees and leaned forward, prepared to put him out of his misery. He sloped closer too, eyes intent on your face.

Then, you ripped the half-chewed berry from his mouth. You shoved it into your own triumphantly.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Jason spluttered, put out by your rebellion.

“Don’t mess with my strawbs,” you shot back. He should’ve known better, really. “Besides, you’re not as smooth as you think.” Despite your words, you wiped the juice from his mouth with a gentle hand. He rolled his eyes but didn’t move away.

“I’m plenty smooth,” he grumped under his breath. Finally, he let you take the bag.

You were poised to dig into it, but a strange feeling stopped you in the act. You looked up. Jason watched the ongoings of your home country with curiosity bright in his eyes. Whenever you brought him here, he was always interested to know more.

Swallowing your nerves, you shifted closer. You moved until you practically sat in his lap. At that, his chin dropped, and he stared at you instead. You avoided his gaze as you tugged one of his arms around your waist.

After a moment, his grip tightened and he held you to his chest. His nose bumped your nape. “You think you’re any smoother?” he commented, an amused edge to his tone.

You didn’t hesitate to say, “Yes.” You elbowed him. “It worked, didn’t it?”

“S’pose.”

You let yourself go limp in his hold, now perfectly primed for your feast.

You woke with your head in Jason’s lap. Blinking groggily, you felt a hand petting your hair. You let out a small groan, both from exhaustion and bliss. You arched into his touch like the stray he liked to tease that you were.

Jason bowed overhead and a smug face appeared as you glanced up. He didn’t have to say anything for you to understand his thoughts. This time, you scoffed. And yet, he didn’t stop his ministrations. Instead, he murmured, “Afternoon, sleepy head.”

Head tilted skyward, you found that the sun had moved since you’d last been conscious. His gaze grew softer as time went on. Something about it made you feel that it was safe to open up a little more.

“Do you want to know how I got my ability?”

Surprised, his hand stilled, but he was quick to nod.

“Keep going then,” you urged, forcing him to continue his caresses. Jason’s chest rumbled, although he didn’t argue otherwise. You let your eyes slip shut as you enjoyed it.

When you were satisfied he wasn’t going to stop, you formulated an explanation. “It moves through each generation. The elders pick their successors. This time it got passed onto me.”

“So you’re the chosen one?”

You clicked your tongue. “The coin has to choose you, too. It knows our heart.”

“Huh,” Jason said, thoughtfulness entwined with the single syllable. There was a beat as he grew apprehensive, wanting to ask something but unsure how to. “It’s important, right? So, why’d you, uh… leave?” he managed, his will far from resolute. Although you clearly visited your home grounds, you didn’t seem so… connected to it now.

Your eyes opened and you looked up at him. Wordlessly, you swam in that sea foam gaze. It raked across your face, searching. A sigh escaped you. “Life is… hard.” You couldn’t possibly summarise the complexities of history in a single afternoon. You hoped, though, he could fill in some of the blanks with his own background and intelligence.

Jason watched you a little longer, then he nodded. “What’ll happen when you need to pass it on? Do you get to keep your power?”

A rueful smile tugged at your lips. “Yes, but… it means I would be close to death.”

“God damn,” he exclaimed playfully, bonking you on the forehead. “Everything just has to be dramatic with you, doesn’t it?”

“You’re just… giving it to me?”

“Yeah, so you better not lose it.”

Jason didn’t take the coin from your outstretched hand. He looked from it to your face, and back, confused. “Don’t you need it?”

“I have a spare,” you reminded him. With a sigh, you said, “I told you it doesn’t give me my powers.”

His brow furrowed, not understanding why you would share the sacred object with him. He couldn’t piece it together properly. “But… why?”

You made a disgruntled noise and snatched your hand back. “Fine. I won’t give it to you.” You turned away from him, using your shoulder as a shield.

Jason let a beat pass before he shifted closer. He dropped his chin on your shoulder. His breath tickled your ear as he asked, “Is this some kind of courting ritual?”

“No, you freak,” you scoffed, leaning away from him. “Why would I want to court you?”

One arm wound around your waist. “Well, you did kiss me…”

“It was an accident,” you argued mindlessly.

“Uhuh,” Jason hummed. His other arm joined his hold on you, and he nosed into your neck. “C’mon, it obviously means something, so tell me why it’s important to you.”

You didn’t respond for a good minute, but ever so slowly you deflated into his touch. “It’s… it’s a beacon,” you said, your voice quiet. You still faced the other way, embarrassed to admit the magnitude of the gift. You risked a glance at his face, and he nodded intently, encouraging you to finish.

You cleared your throat before continuing. “I can always find you. And it’s a connection… to me.”

His tone was soft and inquisitive as he asked, “What’s that mean exactly?”

You huffed, fuelled by agitation. “Just—I can feel if you need me.”

Jason’s mouth quirked, but his grasp on you tightened the smallest bit. “Why would I need you?”

“Because you’re an idiot,” came your quick retort.

“Thank you,” he said, his lips brushing over the far edge of your jaw. You held back a shiver, still mortified by being so vulnerable. “Means a lot, sweetheart.” Gently, he pried the coin from your hand, taking it in his own. He gave your side a squeeze. “Promise I won’t lose it.”

“But,” he smirked, unable to help himself, “what if I do?”

You smiled at him, that poisonous smile that entrapped him in the first place. Jason laughed as you said, “Then I’ll take a leg and infuse it into a new coin.”

Jason woke with a wild pulse and untamed hair as the feeling of being hunted transitioned from his dreams to real life.

There was an extra body in his room.

His eyes landed on a lump, hand curled around the gun under his pillow. Why the fuck were they in his bed?

Jason ripped the covers off just to hear an upset groan. And then it dawned on him.

It was you. In his bed. His bed.

His brain short circuited.

You rolled over, bleary eyed. A hand traversed the space between you until it touched him. You patted his chest as if to test his form’s opacity. “Jason…?” you mumbled sleepily, “what are you doing here? How did you…?”

He swallowed, drawing himself from his stupor. “You’re, uh… in my safehouse.”

You jolted upright with a panicked, “What?” You looked around, realising you didn’t recognise your surroundings. Your eyes slanted in his direction, hesitant. “Did you… call me?”

At the question, his hand enclosed the coin. He had fallen asleep with it, but, “I don’t… think so?”

“Shit,” you breathed out heavily. “I’m sorry. I’ve never jumped in my sleep before.” Wiping at your eyes, you peeled yourself from the mattress. You tried to steady your muddied brain so you could return to your own bed.

Jason reached towards you, a hand latching onto your wrist. “It’s—s’cool. Just—just stay for the night.”

You looked over to him, wide-eyed.

“Stay,” he said again, more firmly. “You’re already here.”

Slowly, you nodded. “Okay,” you whispered. You slipped back beneath the covers but maintained the distance between you. Jason, however, kept his eyes on you as he laid down again.

“You worried?”

“Yeah. But I haven’t parted with a coin in a long time, so it must be that,” you rationalised your concerns. Glancing at him, you offered your apologies.

“Hey, it’s fine,” Jason murmured. “Did scare the shit out of me, though.”

You grimaced. “Sorry.”

He pushed at a strand of your hair, sweeping it from your eyes. “Don’t worry about it.”

As he did it, your eyes met across the pillows. His gaze crossed the expanse of your face, memorising what he saw in the darkness and neon from outside the curtainless window. You breathed in deeply, feeling like something in the lack of space zapped you.

You rolled over just as his thumb paused on your bottom lip.

It happened a second time.

Jason blinked through his drowsiness as he felt the press of body heat against him. He reached forward in search of its owner but he didn’t have to go far. You laid only an inch or so from him. Your legs were entangled with his. He shuffled forward until the space disappeared altogether. You were a comfortable weight against his front.

Hesitant at first, he slid an arm around your waist. He smoothed over the warmth that radiated from under your sleep clothes.

After a moment, you made a gruff noise. “Stop groping me,” you mumbled into the pillow.

Indignant, he said, “I’m not.”

“What’s this then?” you asked, eyes still closed as you grabbed his hand.

“It’s called cuddling, but if it’s such a problem…” He let go of you and moved away. He settled on the other side of the bed. You grumbled something unintelligent.

When he didn’t return after a few minutes, you huffed, smacking the covers. Jason grinned to himself as you rolled towards him. You threw your arms around his middle and stuffed your face into his chest. He smelt utterly delicious and you fell into his thickness easily.

Jason’s cheek touched your forehead as he wrapped an arm around your back. His breath tickled you pleasantly. “You know, if this keeps happening, I might start to think you like me.”

You poked his belly button. “Sounds like a pipe dream.”

You felt the pull of the coin deep in your chest, interwoven into the marrow of your bones and the cells of your blood. It pulsed, signalling that the person who held it called to you. So much for Jason not being responsible for your random jumps.

Deciding to confront him, you screwed your eyes shut and let the coin draw you to him. Within seconds, you appeared in his room. You sunk into the plush sheets of his bed and kept your eyes closed.

He slid closer, leaning onto an elbow so he hovered above. His hand traced the planes of your face, grazing your cheekbones. He was quiet and contemplative as he marvelled your presence.

At once, your fingers snatched his wrist and your eyes flew open. “You’ve been lying!”

His limb went taut, like he hadn’t expected to be caught red-handed. His voice was gruff and accusing as he said, “You’ve been pretending to be asleep!”

“No, I haven’t. I was testing you. And look, you’ve been doing it all along!”

“Have not.”

You shook his wrist to punctuate your point. “Liar.”

An incredulous scoff came from him. “This is the only time I’ve done it intentionally.”

“How am I supposed to believe that when—?”

Jason interrupted you childishly with, “How can I?”

“Fine. I’ll just take the coin back.” Your free hand wiggled amongst the covers, in search of the famed coin. You found it, only it was immediately caged by another, rougher hand. You fought against his grip.

“Try it,” he said, his voice the epitome of danger. He loomed above you, gaze boring into you. Your eyes narrowed at him. Still, you felt how each breath he took pressed his chest further into yours. His heat and humanity seeped into your skin, access undenied. His fingers cradled yours and it was disturbingly spellbinding.

“Give it,” you said, but to your disgrace, your tone faltered. The corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk because of it. Your eyes fell for a split second.

“Don’t mean to do it, but I guess you’re always on my mind,” he admitted with a huskiness. You couldn’t fathom the will to look away. The words plunged into your abdomen like one of his favoured knives. It spewed fire instead of blood.

One moment Jason was poised high, and the next his teeth clashed against yours. You chased the fiery feelings as you wrung an arm around his neck to bring him closer and closer, wanting to enmesh your souls together. A fleeting moment of weakness, perhaps, but those eyes alone did something indescribable to you.

Your hand slid into his hair, giving the roots a pull. It wrenched a moreish noise from his throat. He welcomed your thighs around his hips. His grasp was unrelenting, wanting the same things you did.

You said his name—Jason, Jason, Jason—over and over, breathless. You ached to be smothered in his mass of messy devotion.

Tags: @darkness-falls-xo , @caswinchester2000, @crumpets-are-better-with-jam, @e-lysium, reply to be added :)

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #the batman #jason todd imagine #titans #red hood #jtbs*

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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happy 666, my fellow chaotic bisexual <3 om! brothers discover uquiz, what happens??

Hell yeah <3 let’s do this!

The Brothers Discover uquiz

Why are These Questions So Weird..? (Lucifer)

*sigh*, what’s MC doing now? Quizzes? Well, that’s surprisingly tame in comparison to the other stuff they get up to. It was good of them to want to stimulate their brain-

Wait, these are just personality quizzes? Oh MC…

Wait, MC wants him to try some quizzes? Really? Ugh, fine. Only because he’s simping doing it for the sake of the exchange program. The point of this thing was for humans and demons to learn about each other, right?

These questions are… questionable. And so are the quizzes… what mindless drivel is this? He’ll have nothing else to do with it!

*three hours later*

“Lucifer, you haven’t slept in like, two days, go to sleep.” “Not now MC, I need to figure out what kind of -core I am…”

He’s addicted. But the good thing is, he can kick his addiction as easily as it started! He’s Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride! Some mere quiz website won’t get to him-

Oooo, what kind of cake is he? What kind of cake is he?

Why Didn’t He Get the Results He Wanted :( (Mammon)

MC! MC! MC! Pay attention to him! Why are they lookin’ at their dumb phone for? There was a much better view right in front of em’. The view is him! MC! Look at him!

In a fit of jealousy, he swipes the phone and sees… quiz results? Eh? MC? Why is this phone saying you’re submissive and breedable? Who the FUCK does this phone think it is talkin’ to his MC like that?!

Wait… why are they laughin’? It’s a joke quiz? Huh… is he submissive and breedable?

No, but only because he lied on the quiz questions to get the result he wanted.

Soon both he and MC are on their DDDs swapping weird quizzes and showing each other their results.

According to this quiz, and Mammon’s spirit animal is a crow. Huh, that’s the most accurate result he’s gotten all day.

After a while he does get bored of it though. After of course, he makes a quiz of his own and asks Lucifer to try it, but little does Lucifer know that ALL the results are bad! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ah, The Quiz Maker (Leviathan)

Levi both takes and makes quizzes, he knew about uquiz way before MC started taking quizzes to see what overrated vegetable they are.

Levi’s favourite kind of quiz are the fandom related ones that test his knowledge. Psh, these filthy casuals think they can beat his otaku knowledge? Don’t make him laugh!

Wait what do you mean he only got 6/13 right? Um, what the F U C K?

You know what? Whatever. He doesn’t need these stupid quizzes!

Five minutes after that, he’s back on the site.

Levi also likes to see what kind of fanfiction trope he is and who he’d be in a fanfiction. He always hopes for main character or love interest but he usually ends up getting “bitch who gets sidelined” or “mischaracterized baby”.

When he makes quizzes, he makes them as imbalanced as possible, and as a result, none of his quizzes get very popular.

MC needs to get him off the site because he just started a “how well do you know Tumblr memes” and we as a society don’t need to know if he was a Johnlock shipper.

GOD DAMMIT WHAT CAT IS HE????? (Satan)

MC? Why aren’t they reading the book he gave them? Was it that bad? MC? Satan waved his hand in front of their face a few times before they snapped out of their trance.

MC quickly explained that they got really absorbed in this quiz about what kind of cat they were. Everything else was irrelevant to Satan, he heard cat and snatched the phone.

Ten minutes later and he was just breezing through cat related quizzes just to get to the picture at the end. No one tell him he can just Google cat pictures online, he’ll growl at you.

Okay do that if you’re a monsterfucker and you find that shit hot-

But anyway, after the initial cat bomb, Satan casually peruses the site, he likes the fiction trope quizzes a lot too.

Using his intense knowledge of both cats and books, he makes quite a few of his own quizzes to add to the site.

Oooooo, What Hand Cream Scent Should he Try? (Asmodeus)

Similar to Mammon, Asmo first got huffy that MC wasn’t paying attention to him, but on the other hand, they were keeping still while he painted their nails, so that was the only plus.

MC is honour bound to listen to him ramble! Why weren’t they chiming in with the occasional “uh huh” and “yes dear”?! This was an outrage! A scandal!

Oh, MC was doing a quiz on what kind of fruit they are? Ooo fun! Let him see!

Nail painting night gets out on hold while Asmo scrolls through assorted quizzes. He likes the dirty joke ones a lot (I mean, obviously) and he also loves the ones where they assign the quiz-taker a scent or perfume.

He’s always looking for inspiration for scents to try out~! This is great!

Beelzebub

Beel and MC were in the middle of talking about food, (surprise surprise) and Beel ended up asking about human world fast food chains.

“So, what one do you think I’d like?” “Here! Take this quiz and find out!”

Beel is a little confused at the contents of some of the question and quietly worries that if he hasn’t listened to the songs for the song lyric questions that his answer will somehow be corrupted, but he finishes the quiz quickly.

“Huh, yeah I can see you liking Wendy’s.” “Can we go?” “Sure buddy, when we visit the human world.”

Beel takes a lot of the food themed quizzes, but he quickly forgets about the site and continues on his day.

*Prolonged Snore* What huh? Quizzes? Space Quizzes? (Belphie)

When MC started asking the most random questions in the universe while Belphie was trying to nap, the Avatar of Sloth knew that his idiot human was up to something ridiculous.

“Why are you asking me about my favourite soda?” “Answer the question, cow-boy.”

After answering some more ridiculous questions, MC proudly proclaimed that Belphie really was a Pisces.

That… that was it? What the hell was MC looking at? A quiz website? Lame. He was going back to sleep.

Ugh, Belphie’s the lame one here guys. Smh.

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Ah Uquiz, you crazy crazy quiz site…

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me! headcanons #Obey me Headcanons #obey me! shall we date?#Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor

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lostandloney · 2 years

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AAAAAAHHHHH BATS HIYA! I saw you post, could I get a “massaging their shoulders when they clearly had a long day” along with your OC Bastille with Heisenberg please? I love them your honor, they deserve the world!

Heya Mish! I'll definitely write ya up something real nice for that prompt! Also gonna throw in this kinda being domestic them living in their little cabin, just for the *chefs kiss* flavour.

Normally, Bastille was the one providing Karl comfort- not saying that Karl never bothered, it was simply that Bastille rarely accepted it. He was stubborn. That was something that the lord both loved and hated about his mate, but it wasn't like he was any better-- once he had an idea in his head it was almost impossible to get him to change his mind.

Today seemed like one of the days the man would need to take control, however. Bastille had been working so incredibly hard trying to make sure that their private vegetable garden was properly tended to. There was something else he had been working on too, however he had refused to tell Karl what it was or permit him to go see no matter what was offered. Stubborn, see?

Karl walked calmly through the living room area of their little cabin, smiling a bit to himself as he looked around. He remembered how adamant Bastille had been when it came to making everything perfect. He had tried explaining that it already was perfect simply because they had built it themselves, but alas, the other needed things to be just right because "you deserve to live somewhere comfortable and perfect, Karl. You deserve it after everything." He loved his mate and all his silly quirks, but getting that need for perfection with the construction out of Bastille's head had been almost impossible.

Rounding a corner, he made his way down to the bedroom where he had heard the other man go after getting back inside, Karl popped the wooden door open with a soft squeak, though he had tried to be careful enough that the sound wouldn't interrupt Bastille as he stripped himself down to his... rather eccentric... boxers.

"I need to get oil for those hinges." The shorter man insisted, already halting his actions and putting back on his shirt with a drawn out sigh.

Nope. No way in hell.

Karl swiftly walked over to Bastille, and took the button up from him, tossing it right onto the carpeted floor-- much to the other man's chagrin. "That can wait. You've been busy since sun up. Sit down."

Turning swiftly, Bastille scowled and moved to grab the shirt once more. "It needs to be done now or I'll never get around to it." He argued, nearly hissing when he felt the man grab him by his forearm. "Karl."

Really? He really assumed that tone would work. "I said; sit." Karl ordered, tone taking a more forceful twist. He wouldn't be giving in so easily to the other this time.

Bastille stared the other man down with disbelief, scoffing slightly as he moved to the end of the bed and sat down. "You're an ass." He grumbled, crossing his arms and looking off to the side.

"Only to you, because you're special." Karl snarked, kicking his boots off before climbing onto the bed behind his lover and beginning to pull the muscle shirt he was wearing off of him.

Squirming, the lycan glanced over his shoulder at the other man, golden eyes narrowing. "What, you wanted me to sit down so you could take my clothes off and fuc-"

"Shut your fucking hole."

"Ouch, no need to get huffy."

"Says the one mouthing off."

Bastille let out a bitter laugh in response, though a growl left him when Karl forced him to raise his arms. He tried to hide the little wince of pain that came with the action. Truth was, his body was aching from all the hard work it had been through in the past few days.

Karl sighed, certainly having noticed the expression, let alone how tightly wound the other was-- after all, he may be one to be a little bitch, but it wasn't normally to this extent. Cracking his knuckles, the lord carefully started massaging Bastille's shoulders to the best of his ability.

The brunette grew even more tense immediately, almost fighting to get away from the action. "What in the- Karl- what are you doing?!" Bastille exclaimed, instincts telling him to thrust his head back to try and headbutt the other to make an escape. It wasn't like the man hadn't given him a massage before, but he had just... been a little too stressed and upset to actually fathom what was going on.

Sighing, Karl stopped what he was doing. He had hoped that perhaps a massage would help ease him down to at least rest, but apparently, he was wrong... "Alright. What's wrong, kid?" He inquired, speaking again as he watched the other with concern. "Talk to me." Karl wrapped his arms around Bastille's waist, noting how that action wasn't immediately rejected and then bringing the other firmly against the large expanse of his chest.

"I..." Bastille squeezed his eyes shut and let out a shaky breath. "You know how angry you get when you're trying to do something but no matter what angle you work at it from, you can't seem to get it right?" He inquired, allowing himself to sink back into the other.

"I'm familiar." He took on a softer tone now, recognizing that perhaps he shouldn't have been as assertive as he had been before.

Nodding, the younger man continued to speak, "Well that's what I'm dealing with. It's been nothing but fighting with a brick wall for weeks-"

"I think the expression is "screaming at a brick wall.""

Bastille glanced back at Karl with irritation for a moment, earning an immediate look of surrender from the grey haired man. "My point is, I'm just... stressed."

"This about that secret project of yours?"

"You really don't know when to not interrupt people, huh?"

"I thought you knew that already." Karl mused, shaking his head and sighing. "Look. In all seriousness, Bast... Working on any project for too long without taking breaks is like beating a dead horse."

"A truly fucked up thought?"

"You know what I mean, Bastille." Karl deadpanned, slowly laying them both down on the soft mattress. "Anyway, my point is, I don't understand why you want to work on it alone like that. Maybe having a second perspective on it would help?"

Bastille sighed quietly. "Because it was supposed to be a surprise for you. It's not really a surprise if I tell you-"

Well now, that made a lot of sense.

Karl shook his head, reaching his hand up to run through the shorter man's thick hair and massage his scalp, the action almost immediately drawing a low hum of appreciation from Bastille, causing Karl to smile softly. "I understand that, and I do appreciate it, but if you're making yourself this incredibly stressed over it, maybe it would be a good idea... Or at the very least, you could leave it for a few days and come back to it." He offered, rough hands still working at the other's scalp to relax him. "I've been at this crossroad a lot, it's usually about the point where I get you to check it out for me."

"Wait, that's why you get me to look at some of your half-finished projects?" Bastille asked in disbelief.

"You better believe it."

#i know it's unfinished kinda #but i swear i was running out of ideas #i didnt want to keep rambling #i hope you like it though!#karl heisenberg #karl x male oc #heistielle #f/o: karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg drabble #karl heisenberg x oc #bats answers #drabble #oc x canon #bats self ships #I'M A LITTLE RUSTY #I'M SORRY

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guqin-and-flute · 4 years

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3zun dads au hc where there's a perpetual game of "ask your dad." Jingyi quickly figures out that the best way to get a clear answer is to ask an uncle or aunt.

(Oh, I love this idea and a scene popped into my head--there may not be many times where they are all in the same place not paying attention to each other, but the times where they are would be highly annoying to Jingyi.)

A-Fu thought that it was pretty ridiculous that he was told all the time that he had to stop trying to do everything by himself, but when he actually asked for help, no one wanted to do anything about it! He was 6 and a half years old and the grown ups wouldn’t let him do things like chop his own vegetables or fly his own sword but when his headband--that he had been told for so long was so very important to keep on and clean and everything--fell off his head in the play room at Koi Tower, he couldn’t get anyone to help him tie it back on!

The Jin nanny said she couldn’t touch it, even after he assured her that he wouldn’t tell anyone if she didn’t. Jin Ling and his younger brother A-Qiang didn’t know how to tie knots any better than A-Fu did and he wasn’t going to ask stupid bully Jin Chan and his friends to help. It was annoying to hold it and his palm kept getting all sweaty and creasing it and he was jumping around too much to tuck it into his sash. So when the nanny went to go comfort A-Qiang after he started crying over something dumb like not liking the melon they had for snack, A-Fu snuck out the door and trotted down to where he knew Yellow-Father’s office was.

Plastering himself against the door, he pushed it open and slid down dramatically like he was dead, making sure to keep his headband off the floor. When Yellow-Father didn’t say anything, just kept staring at the papers he was sorting through and marking, he took a huge breath and whined, “Dieeeee.”

Yellow-Father blinked like he had been startled and glanced over at him. “Where is your nanny?”

“She wouldn’t help me tie my headband back on and she said it wasn’t that important and that I should wait and I didn’t wanna so I came here cause she wouldn’t help.”

“You can’t--” Yellow-Father gave a blustery sigh and shook his head, rubbing his temples. “I can’t focus right now, Fufu. Please go ask your die. And you’re making your robes all dirty, please get up.”

Grumpily, A-Fu rolled to his tummy and clambered up. “Which one?”

Yellow-Father closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before he picked the papers back up. “Gray.”

And so A-Fu did. He had to wander a bit and he kept switching his headband between his hands, wiping the other palm on his robes to dry the sweat but he eventually found his gray father in a room with other grownups, talking over a table full of cups--it had taken him poking his head into a lot of other rooms of startled people first, though. His Gray-Father saw him, blinked, and pressed his lips together like he was biting back a half-annoyed smile before saying, “Excuse me a moment,” to the other men there.

Then, he came over and shooed A-Fu out the door, saying, “You can’t be in here, boy-child. Go back to your nanny, we can play later.”

“But--!”

“A-Fu,” his voice was telling him it was Pay Attention Time, but if he would just listen for actually just one single second, he could just do it for him!

He thrust his headband up at Gray-Father, all indignant and his gray father shook his head and jerked his head down the hall, slowly sliding the door between their faces. “You’ll have to go ask one of your other dies.”

“Which one?!”

He opened the door just a little bit to let out his face to whisper back, “Child, I don’t know! Pick one!” like he sort of thought it was secretly funny but wasn’t really going to budge at all before he closed it all the way.

A-Fu stamped his foot and growled back in annoyance like he knew he wasn’t allowed to, but Gray-Father still didn’t come back out. Stomping down the hall, he went in search of Blue-Father. Luckily, he heard someone say, “Zewu-jun” from inside the big banquet hall after a while, which felt like a lucky clue. He sidled up to the doorway with his back pressed to the wall and slowly peeked around it like he was a spy. After a bit of searching, he spotted Blue-Father across the hall, listening with a polite face to a man in black and gold robes talk about something that had to do with dead people or something. Sticking his headband out, A-Fu waggled his arm around until he saw father’s eyes flicker over and widen just a little, though his face didn’t really move.

Blue-Father met his eyes around the side of the boring guy talking and slowly shook his head just a little with a small smile. Then, when his gaze went back to the man speaking, he pointed his chin at the door. When A-Fu smushed both hands to his cheeks and pulled his whole face down into an ugly face of frustration, Blue-Father raised his eyebrows, still looking at the man talking, and tilted his head like he did when he was asking if A-Fu thought he was doing the right thing. Another jerk of his chin said, without words, Go ask your other fathers. A-Fu wanted to scream, But I’m all out of those! He didn’t, though.

Instead, he gave a loud, huffy breath and ran down the hall and out the door just to break a rule because he was so annoyed at all the grownups for being unhelpful and not listening, so it would serve them right if he tripped on something and knocked out a tooth or was rude or whatever was so bad about running that they made it a rule to not break in the first place. At top speed, he weaved around the legs of a few servants on the walkways and skidded right through the doorway into Uncle Zixuan and Aunt Yanli’s rooms, where Uncle Zixuan was playing with the twins. They were rolling over already, which was apparently a big deal for babies but didn’t really make them much more interesting, in A-Fu’s eyes, ‘cause they still couldn’t even talk or throw a ball. Uncle Zixuan looked up with surprise as he nearly tripped over the edge of the carpet slowing down from his run.

“Oh, A-Fu. Aren’t you supposed to be with Zi Tian?”

A-Fu heaved a huge sigh and slumped his shoulders because he was so tired of having to explain. Grownups could ask the same questions again and again. “She wouldn’t help me so I snuck out. Will you help me?”

Frowning, Uncle Zixuan tucked A-Mei back into her little pillow fort that helped her sit up and picked up A-Zan, tucking him against his shoulder as he stood up. “With what? Is something wrong?”

Finally! Someone who understood how important this was. Holding up his headband he said, “It fell off. I don’t know knots.”

Uncle Zixuan froze, staring down at it, hand patting A-Zan’s back. “Uh...I...can’t help with that.”

A-Fu stared at him. What was it about grownups that made them follow every single rule all the time. “But it’s annoying. I won’t tell anyone.”

“A-Fu...your father is the Clan Leader. I’m...that’s a very important rule to the Lan.”

“Die wouldn’t start a war over a headband. He’s very nice,” A-Fu assured him, reasonably, and Uncle Zixuan did that thing people did when they bit their lips to hide a smile.

“I’m so glad. But that’s...not what I meant.”

A-Fu was about to start some serious whining--grownups hated whining and he knew that Uncle Zixuan got kind of flustered if you acted like you were going to cry--but Aunt Yanli’s voice came from their bedroom, calling him in. So he hmphed and shot Uncle Zixuan his best ‘you didn’t do what you were supposed to’ look that Uncle Wangji was best at and went to poke his head in. “Hi, bo-mu.”

She was lying in bed with a book in her lap, hair tied up in a plain bun, but she smiled and held out her hands, so he bounced up onto the bed and crawled up next to her, laying his head down on her squishy chest as she wrapped her arms around him. “What’s the trouble I hear?”

He held his headband up above his head near where he thought her face was. “My headband fell off and everyone is too busy being stupid and following rules and being in meetings to help me.” He knew stupid was a bad word, but that’s how he felt and he never got in trouble with Aunt Yanli, so he let himself grump, scowling down at the splotches in the book on the covers.

“Mmm, that is tricky,” she agreed and stroked his hair a few times before she wiggled her shoulders a little. “Here, I have an idea. Sit up for me?”

Obediently, he did and climbed onto her lap when she patted the covers. She held her arms out on both sides so he could see her hands and made a pinch with them. “Hold it like this.

A-Fu spread out his headband between his hands like what she was doing, holding the fabric between his first 2 fingers and thumb. Then, she put her fingers over the backs of his hands and moved them around until the little stiff piece was in the middle of his forehead. Very patiently, she gave him instructions one at a time on where to hold the bits and with what finger and helped guide his elbows around behind his head where he couldn’t see. She sometimes pinched her own fingers over his on the fabric to keep it in place while she moved his other hand and it took forever and his arms started to ache from being held up so long, but she never touched the headband herself and, eventually, it was back on his head. “I think there’s a bit of hair in the knot,” she said with a laugh in her voice. “But that should be alright until your dies aren’t busy anymore, hm?”

Turning around, he squished her cheeks in his hands and said, very seriously into her face, “You’re the best.”

She grinned and poked his nose. “No, you. Now why don’t you go back to Zi Tian. I think A-Ling and A-Qiang miss you.”

“A-Qiang is too busy crying over melons to miss me.”

With a small chuckle, she shook her head. “I’m sure he can do both at the same time. Go on. Tell your dies I said hello.”

As he hopped down off the bed, he hmphed one more time, for good measure. “I’m gonna tell them they all get lines. Headbands are serious business.”

Uncle Zixuan snorted from the other room. “You tell them, A-Fu.”

#I guess you all get an A-Fu before you get PtL #oh well #3zun raise JIngyi au #my fic #my stuff #ask #Anonymous #3zun raise jingyi content

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1a-imagines · 4 years

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A knights promise

[Characters: Izuku Midoriya]

[Overview: He swore to become your loyal knight so he would never have to leave your side again.]

[A/n: I'm not saying Knight izuku has my entire fucking heart but- that's exactly what i'm saying. I love him.]

"Come now honey, sulking in bed wont change a thing." Your father patted your back as you shoved your small head into one of the many silk pillows on your bed. It was a bed that was comically large for a child your size, but that’s the perks of being royalty, you could have just about anything you wished for.

There weren't many things royalty could complain about, there was no doubt you had almost everything a person could ever want! But being a ten year old with no friends, only butlers and maids surrounding you day and night, would make anyone a bit upset. Especially when the servants had jobs to do and no time to play around.

"There's no one else around here that’s my age! It gets really lonely." Came your muffled reply but all your father could do was chuckle at your huffy behaviour.

“What about your brothers?”

The mention of her older brothers made her groan. “They’re boring now too! They never have time for me anymore!”

As her brothers grew older the more duties they had to fulfill, whether it was training to fight or learning the in’s and out’s of being proper royalty they were always busy with something. Which meant they had little free time to spend with their sister. You used to find them annoying, as do most siblings, but now you missed the time you all used to spend together.

“I can’t believe I finally made a friend my age and he lives outside of the kingdom.” You sighed solemnly.

A few years back you and your family would often go into town to talk with the people and help around. The kingdom wasn’t the richest in the lands, nor was it the biggest but life here was happy and your father liked to show you and your brothers how the town worked. Everyone helped each other to live comfortable lives and it was your duty to check up on them and fix any problems in order to maintain peace.

You remembered your father was preoccupied with talking to a bakery owner when you noticed a mop of green hair poking out from the side of a building. Being the curious child you were, you stared at it to see what it was? A person? A fluffy animal? Your imagination ran wild with thoughts until a head poked out to look at you. As soon as the boy saw you staring back he turned red and jumped back into his hiding place.

You smiled at the memory. You were only 6 years old at the time and yet you two were able to form a friendship like no other. You remembered walking over to him and calling him out for spying but it turns out he was just curious about you, having never seen someone dressed so fancy in town before. You two spent the whole day talking and playing pretend around the kingdom. It was much more fun than standing around as your father talked to the townspeople.

The two of you were inseparable from that day forward.

But the sad news was that he lived outside of the kingdom with his mom and only came to town to buy food or sell produce once a week. So you two were only able to see each other when he was visiting and for years it stayed that way. You would wait on the outskirts of the kingdom every Tuesday at precisely midday for them to show up and the two of you would spend the day talking and playing around as his mom took care of chores.

As you grew closer your parents allowed you to stay over at each other's homes every so often too! You would never forget the way his jaw dropped once he set foot inside the castle. The look of awe on his face as you showed him around was nothing short of hilarious! He made such a big deal over every little thing that you were so used to. Like being served the best food in the lands! Or having so much indoor space to run around! Or the amount of servants that were willing to serve him simply because he was your friend!

The first time you went over to his small little cottage you were awestruck too! It was so tiny! You couldn't comprehend how they lived together in such a small space! Your bedroom was bigger than their house!

They even did all the work on their small plot of land themselves! They grew vegetables and took care of animals, cooked their own foods and cleaned their house without any help from servants! It was like a completely different world to yours but you were thankful for the experience! His home life was so cozy, even if they did not share the same riches as you. You liked to think the whole experience had made you more down to earth.

You realised how thankful you should be for all you had and you swore to yourself that anytime you came over you would help them with their work as much as you could!

You even forced the two royal guards that accompanied you at all times to help them as well.

You two were polar opposites in terms of lifestyle but it made things more interesting. You had taught each other so much in just a few short years! Never did you think you would work on a farm!! It was dirty and sometimes a bit gross but it only made you appreciate all the commoners in your kingdom. They all worked very hard to make a living.

It was safe to say that your friendship had grown pretty strong in those 4 years, even if you couldn’t spend every day together. He had to help his mom with work around their farm and you weren’t allowed outside of the kingdom since there were a lot of dangerous people who would jump at the chance to snag a princess and sell her back for heaps of jewels.

But that didn’t stop you from having guards deliver letters and gifts to him and his mom. You cared for them as if they were your own family now, they had been nothing but kind to you and you wouldn't trade your friendship with him for the world.

He just had a way of making you so happy! His smile alone was enough to cheer you up and you were sure that this was a once in a lifetime sort of friendship.

“Yes, I know. I hear this complaint everytime you miss him- and you miss him a lot.” You could hear the amusement in your father's voice. His tone made you wonder if he knew something that you didn’t? Why wasn't he taking you seriously? Why was he brushing you off and laughing at your misery?

You pulled your head from your pillow and sent him a glare to tell him you weren’t amused. You were in no means a bratty child but you could get pretty grumpy when you hadn’t seen Izuku for awhile.

“Oh don’t give me that look, you’re lucky he misses you too.” Your father gave you one last path to your back before standing up from his seat on the edge of your bed.

“What does that mean?”

Your father opened the large double doors to your room and as soon as you saw that messy green hair that you adored so much, peek through you dashed forward without second thought. You almost knocked your father over in the process.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly with a smile that could rival the brightness of the sun. “IZU!”

“Y-Y/n-!” You were aware that you were crushing him with your hug but you couldn’t help yourself. You had missed him so much! You let him go and grabbed his hands in yours. “What are you doing here!?”

“I came to see you of course! My mom said I’m allowed to stay here for a few days since I’ve been working extra hard on the farm!!” His smile rivaled your own.

He had been running around all week, trying to be the best golden child he could be and do all the jobs his mom wanted done just so he could spend some time with you. He was tired and it had been a lot of hard work but seeing your radiant smile made it all worth it to him.

You turned to your dad knowing he must have had something to do with this too. Perhaps he had sent his mom a letter to ask permission for him to stay with them for awhile?

Your father reached down to pat the top of your small head. “Don’t say I never do anything for you. Try not to cause too much trouble you two, and be in bed by 9pm, I’ll make sure to have the guards check on you so no rule breaking!” He warned with a gentle smile and you both nodded enthusiastically. No amount of rules could bring down your spirits! You were going to make every second together a special one.

As soon as the doors shut you began jumping up and down unable to contain the excitement you felt. “I’m so happy!! I can’t wait!! We’re going to have so much fun! We can play games and tell stories and oh! I can even show you some of the magic I've been learning in my magic lessons!!”

Seeing him take the bag he had on his back off and put in on the ground made you feel giddy. It was probably filled with clothes and other necessities. It just made this whole thing feel more real! He wasn’t going to be leaving anytime soon and you could spend the next few days making memories and having as much fun as you possibly could!

And so you did just that.

The next few days were spent, baking with the chefs in the kitchen (and ultimately resulting in a food fight and then being scolded for the mess), showing him the new spells you had learned, reading stories together, playing games, having the guards teach you both to spar and pulling pranks on your brothers. Though Izuku was a lot less enthusiastic about the last one, he felt awful for pranking royalty! Even if it wasn’t his idea. Luckily your brothers took it well, though they swore revenge on you two and that scared him more than anything.

You felt like you hadn’t smiled or laughed this much in so long, it was perfect. You wished it could always be this way. That he never had to leave again. The castle just wasn’t the same without him around.

It was the night before he had to leave you again. The moon shone brightly, it was high up in the sky reminding you of how you were both breaking curfew. But neither of you wanted to sleep. The sooner you slept the sooner he would have to leave. You didn't want to sleep and waste those precious seconds with each other.

You were both sitting on your large window, staring out at the beautiful clear night sky as you tried to name all the constellations. Though, knowing this was the last night you two would be together before he disappeared for another week or two, had made you too upset to concentrate on what he was actually saying.

You pulled your legs to your chest with a sigh and that got him to stop talking and turn away from the stars to focus his attention on you. “What's wrong?” his small voice asked, his big green eyes filled with worry. You glanced up at him with a frown, “You know what’s wrong… You’re going back home tomorrow and I won’t be able to see you for weeks! I always have so much fun when you’re around… I feel as if I'm at my happiest with you! But-” you curled up tighter and turned your head away, “But you always have to leave and then I’m left alone again!"

Izuku listened to every word with his mouth partly agape. He understood how you felt. He was always happiest when he was with you too. He missed you every second you were apart, he had never had a friend before you and you were his most precious person. Even if he was too shy to say so out loud. It always felt so surreal that he was best friends with the Princess herself but he wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.

He crawled forward until your legs brushed together. He leaned over to place his small hand on top of yours. It was such a gentle and innocent action that was only intended to soothe a solem friend.

“But no matter how long I’m away for I will always come back to you, and every second we are away I promise to think of you. Maybe if I think hard enough you’ll be able to feel how much I miss you and you won't feel as alone!”

You blinked at his words. “How will I hear if you think about it? If you want it to reach me you will have to yell to the gods and then they will give me the message and every night I’ll yell back so you know I miss you too! But make sure to yell, really, super duper loud. Ok?”

“Ok! I promise I’ll yell as loud as I can!” He nodded so determinedly that you had no doubt that he would keep to his promise. Satisfied with his reply the pair of you fell into a silence as you sat and watched the stars twinkling from the confines of your dark room. It was peaceful, and the way the moon illuminated the two of you and your surroundings seemed magical.

There was nothing in the world that you would trade this moment for.

“You know… the past few weeks we were apart, i’ve been thinking a lot.” You heard Izuku start. You took notice of the way he nervously fiddled with his hands as well as how he seemed to smile like he was content with whatever he was thinking. “I can’t see you more because I have to work and help my mom, and you can’t leave the kingdom because it’s too dangerous..” He continued before suddenly looking up at you and it was only then that you realised how red his cheeks were.

“I want to become your knight!!” He exclaimed.

“Huh!?” You felt your cheeks heat up at the sudden declaration.

“Well.. If I work hard to become your knight then not only can we be together everyday but I’ll be able to protect you from all the dangers out there too! And that’s all I want in my life! ” He sent you a closed eye grin.

“When I grow up I promise to become the best knight in the land for you. I will protect you with my life and stay by your side forever! Then we never have to be apart again!”

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Ah what a silly little promise that was made between ten year olds. It had been 13 years since that night and-

You honestly had not expected him to stay true to his words!

“Princess.” Your ever faithful knight bowed down on one knee to you and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his formal behaviour. Especially when no one else was around to see it. There was no need to put on a front when you were alone. “You’re guests are awaiting your arrival.”

“What have I told you about formalities? You may be my personal knight but you’re also much more than that.” You crossed your arms and Izuku looked up at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “I don’t say it for formalities, I say It out of love. A pet name if you will? You are my princess after all.” He stood up, enjoying the way your face turned red.

“You’ve gotten a bit bold lately, aren’t you still worried about someone finding out? A princess and her appointed knight dating is a bit taboo after all.” You watched as he stepped forward to take your hand into his. He always held you as if you were the most delicate thing on the planet and it never failed to make your heart swell. Even with just a simple touch he was able to show how much he loved you, how he would never dare let any harm come to you.

"We've been keeping this secret for two years now- almost three. I'm starting to find myself not caring who finds out anymore. I want them all to know how much I love you." His hand came up to gently brush through some of your stray hair. The action made you close your eyes. It was blissful to be able to share these moments with him.

"I wish for that too, but if word were to spread around we could both be in danger. There are dangerous people out there that would use this love against us." It was saddening to know that you two could never be open with your relationship. It seemed that you always had obstacles in your way, and yet your love for each still bloomed and stood strong. You knew this was that true love all of those stories you'd read as a child would talk about. There was no doubt in your mind. Your relationship may have only been going on for three years but your love for each other had been around for much much longer.

"Yes.. I know." It was selfish of him to think of showing his love for you to the world given the dangers but he could at least dream about it, right? "At least I'm able to spend all my time with you and no one dares question it since I am your loyal knight. Even if you hadn't returned my feelings I would have been content just to stay by your side." He leaned down to press a kiss to the back of your hand before holding out his arm for you to take.

"Now shall we? Your guests are still waiting for you."

You let out a groan and hesitantly took his arm. "Fine, let's get this over with." You muttered bitterly, knowing what was waiting for you in the grand hall. "But you know my orders right?"

You saw Izuku nod from the corner of your eye. "I will stay by your side the entire night. You don't even have to give the signal, as soon as any bachelors try to steal you away I will be there to save you. Even if I can't be open with my love for you, I wouldn't dare let anyone steal you from me." He declared as you walked the empty halls. He still kept his voice low even if there was no one else around. All the servants had gathered in the grand hall to serve the royals at the party but there was no harm in being cautious.

"As if they could." You scoffed and tightened your hold on his arm. "No prince from any land could match up to you. You don't just own a piece of my heart, you have all of it. That cannot be changed."

A smile crept onto your lips as you watched his cheeks turn red. He may be one of the top knights in the kingdom- hell, he was known as one of the strongest in the lands! But he was still so easily embarrassed, so easy to tease, he still held a lot of the same traits he did when he was younger, staying true to the shy, sweet boy he was. Although now, he wasn't as weak and you could tell just from holding onto his muscular arm.

He wasn't as innocent either, but that was more your doing. You tried to hide your smirk as you recalled all the times he had to bite down on your pillows to muffle his needy moans from any nearby servants. He had even torn a few of them from how harshly he had to bite them. It may be awful to hide your love but it was very fun to see him try to contain himself. The risk of being caught added a certain spice to it all as well. It was a wonder how you had never been caught after three years of this same routine.

The party was exactly as you expected it to be. Extravagant and filed with royalty. You could already feel the gazes upon you as soon as you entered the room. Kings and princes alike staring you down and hoping to get the chance to talk to you and arrange a marriage so your kingdoms could be united. It made you sick, not that all of them were bad people, but you were already in love and the thought of having to marry another man was what made your stomach churn.

Izuku must have felt you tense up because his hand came up to place itself on top of yours. "Don't worry, I'm here. Just smile and brush them off, they won't dare bother the princess and risk ruining their chances at an arranged marriage." He said with a smile, though the smile was only for show. You could see in his eyes this bothered him just as much as it did you.

You had been doing this song and dance for years, you should be used to it by now but every time proved just as torturous as the last.

"You certainly take your time." You turned to the source of the voice to see your brother standing there. His wife of five years on his arm, they looked happy and you couldn't help but envy the fact he was allowed to be open with his love. Lucky him, falling in love with a princess. He never had to worry about what people would think or worry about losing her. Their love was considered a blessing from the start.

"Brother." You bowed before him and he laughed. "Took you this long to show your big brother some respect huh?"

"Well, you are the king now. It would be rude not to show the king some respect." You replied with a smile. You father had passed away a few years back which meant your eldest brother now took the role of king. He did suit the part well, he was just like your father in many ways and you knew he would make a great ruler.

Your brother chuckled again. "See? She only acts like this in front of other people. Perhaps we should throw parties more often so I can get a bit of respect from her every now and then." He told his wife who laughed with him.

'Oh god please don't throw anymore parties.' You silently pleaded as your brother let go of his wife and stepped forward. "Actually, I have some great news! I've found a prince for you! I know you’ve been picky about it and you’re not all too thrilled about the idea but he has a lot of the same interests as you, I made sure he was down to earth and not a stuck up snob, and he's quite handsome too- not more than me of course but i'm sure he'll fit your low standards just fine." You would have elbowed him for that jab at you had the dread in your stomach not settled in already.

Your brother was not aware of your love for Izuku, otherwise you were sure he wouldn't have bothered with all this. But you refrain from telling him out of fear you two might be separated. The relationship between you two was to stay mostly professional, everyone knew you two were best friends but to be more than that could cause problems. In fact, even being best friends had made a few people worry that he was not fit to be your knight. Feelings could get in the way and distract him from his main duty. The relationship was supposed to be strictly professional so he could focus on protecting you.

Somehow izuku had managed to convince your family he would let no such thing happen, and he stayed true to his word. He never let himself slack off from his job even if you tempted him to. He was always prepared to protect you with his life and he trained hard everyday to make sure he was fit enough to be your protector.

“Ah- brother- about that.. I'm not sure…" but before you could protest further a tall, handsome man with kind eyes was shoved in front of you and you were being introduced to each other. “Why don't we leave them alone for a bit. Come with us, Midoriya.” and thus you were left to helplessly watch as Izuku, your emotional support, was taken away from you. How could you get through this party if he wasn’t there to keep you from losing your mind?!

You ended up being stuck talking with this prince for hours, listening to him talk about his family, his kingdom ect. He seemed nice enough, you had no problem with him. Under normal circumstances you were sure you two would get along just fine!

At least he wasn’t being rude to you like a few other snobby princes had in the past. But no matter how nice he was you could never love him.

Not in the same way you loved your precious Izuku. This was never going to work out for you. You refused to subject yourself to mindlessly talking with a guy you had no interest in. You weren’t even really listening to him, your eyes were glued to Izuku the whole time. He was standing by one of the walls along with a few of the other knights. His eyes never left you either, the rest of the room faded away as you longingly stared at each other, but with your brother's eyes on you, you both felt obligated to stay away.

The more you stared at him the more your heart tugged you towards him. You were unable to take any more of this, you craved to be encased in his arms. To have him pet your hair as he whispered loving words into your ears as he always did when you were upset or stressed. Why did the world always have to keep you apart when all you wanted was to be by each others sides?

You shook your head in frustration. The staring from all the other royals, forcing yourself to smile and act interested, having to be torn away from the one you really wanted to spend your time with. It was everything you hated all at once and you suddenly felt your patience snap in two.

With a sigh you stopped the prince from speaking any further by raising your hand. “I apologise but I need to go now.”

Was all you left him with before walking off, not caring how rude you might have seemed. All you cared about was rushing over to your knight.

You weaved through the endless crowd of people to get to him. He perked up immediately seeing you walk over, pushing himself from the wall and meeting you halfway. “Let’s go Izuku.”

He followed you out of the grand hall and through the long hallways, his step in time with yours as to stay close to your side. The walk was silent, he got worried when he saw that look in your eyes. You looked exhausted, frustrated, upset and he suddenly felt he should have done more to help you back there.

Though the knight held no authority against a prince and to intervene would be highly inappropriate. Not to mention it would raise suspicions, Especially when the king himself had told Izuku to give you some space so you could converse with your "potential future husband", he couldn’t go against the king! He felt so helpless! The whole time he was staring at you he was trying to think up a way to get you out of there and back by his side.

He would be lying if he said he hadn’t been a little bit jealous of the prince taking up your time but it hurt him even more to see that look of sadness in your eyes as you forced yourself to endure it all.

As soon as the doors to your bedroom closed you turned to him and the spark of determination in your eyes made him freeze up. Your expression had completely changed and it had startled him. You looked so upset a second ago that he had half expected you to cry or rush into his arms for a hug. What was running through your mind?

“Lets run away together.”

“WHAT!?”

“Shh!” you panicked at his outburst, hopefully no one was around to hear it. “I said let's run away together. I can’t deal with this life anymore.”

He didn’t know what to say. Run away? It was so sudden. You had always seemed pretty content with your life here. Especially when he started living in the castle. His room was right by yours and you were able to spend everyday together like you had always dreamed of as children. Not only that but you had a wonderful family and everything you could ever want, and now you suddenly wanted to run away?

“Princess… I don’t think you’ve thought this through- You’re tired from the party and you must feel upset from having to deal with all of that but- running away? That’s a really big deal.” He tried to reason, running away with you sounded like a dream but he couldn’t just agree when it would mean you would be leaving your family and whole kingdom behind. You would be giving up so much to run away with him and it would be selfish of him to jump at the chance.

“Is it? Think about it! I'm never going to become queen or anything- especially since I refuse to marry any of those princes. It’s not like I have duties to fulfill, I’m practically just around for show at this point.” You argued as you brushed past him.

“I know but..” he weakly tried to argue but his feelings were stopping him from doing so. As your knight he had to pull some sense into you, but… as your lover he would want nothing more to be free with you. To love you openly and not have to worry about arranged marriages or sneaking around 24/7.

You grabbed a hold of his hand and smiled up at him with nothing but love in your eyes. “It may seem like some rash decision but this has crossed my mind many times before.” You spoke softly.

Your room was dark with only the moon to illuminate it just like it had the same night he made that promise to you when you were ten years old. The day he swore to become your knight and protect you forever.

“You remember what you said to me all those years ago. Right over there.” You said as your eyes turned to the window, he followed your gaze. Of course he remembers how he could ever forget? “You said all you ever wanted in life was to protect me and stay by my side forever and that’s all I want to. To be by your side. Forever.” You gazed into his eyes and he couldn’t help but admire the way the moon light bounced off your face, it was a breathtaking sight. You looked like a goddess, your skin was shining, your eyes sparkling.

He couldn’t believe that you were really his. That your heart belonged to him.

“Imagine how freeing it could be! We could go on adventures! See the world! Maybe someday settle down somewhere and start a family, but most of all we would no longer have to worry about princes or hiding our love. That’s all I want! Not riches or parties or fancy clothes, none of that matters to me when you’re around. You’re all I need.” You finished.

He must have been trying to hold it back but you still noticed the way his eyes gleamed with tears. You reached up a hand to cup his cheek and his larger hand came up to cover your own. “Then lets run away together.” He finally spoke.

His smile grew with yours as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. It was sweet, soft, innocent, a kiss made to seal a promise.

“I will stay by your side, forever and always, My princess.”

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doctorwhoandfairytaillover · 4 years

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Part 7 - Vikings: Kissed by Fire

Summary: Both Ubbe and Hvitserk make a deal with (Y/N) that involves them learning a lesson

Pairings: Ragnarssons x Stepmom reader (platonic)

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“Mama?” Hvitserk whined to (Y/N).

She hummed in acknowledgment as she fed Ivar his meal of mushed apples as he attempted to grasp onto the spoon in her hand. While Sigurd, Agnar, and Kari happily munched on their own slices of fruit as they kept their eyes on their older brother.

“When will you give us our food?” Hvitserk grumbled. “I’m not a baby like my brothers and sister, I need more than just fruit to break fast.”

“Your actions say otherwise, my Hvitserk” (Y/N) giggled as she wiped Ivar’s face clean.

“You always take so long Mama,” Ubbe added. “Why don’t you ever hurry to give us food?”

His words caught the attention of his stepmother and she turned away from the fussing Ivar. She pointed at the two older boys with a look of amusement on her features.

“Do you think the both of you could do better?” she asked.

“We would do even better than you Mama, isn’t that right Hvitserk?” Ubbe said.

“Waaaay better Mama” Hvitserk agreed.

“Alright then,” she said with crossed arms. “The two of you can make dinner then.”

Immediately both boys froze and looked to one another with wide eyes.

“Us?” Ubbe squeaked.

“Well, I would say so. The both of you claim that you could do better and faster than I could” (Y/N) mused as she tried to stifle her smile. “I can give you both a simple recipe for a stew that I was going to make for tonight’s dinner and we can see if what you said is true. Or do neither of you think that you can do it.”

“We can do it Mama!” Hvitserk argued. “Ubbe and I will make food so tasty that everyone will cry that we won’t make it again.”

“Then we’re in agreement?” she asked.

“Yes!” said both boys.

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Just as she said, (Y/N) provided them with her stew recipe and allowed for both boys to have free reign in the kitchen. As neither of the boys knew where to start, they simply began to cut away at the vegetable and meat into uneven chunks. Both struggling to hold onto the food as they attempted to mince or slice it as their stepmother would.

When that was done, Ubbe sent Hvitserk to bring in water that would be used for the stew and rummaged around the kitchen to find all of the herbs and spices that were listed in the recipe. To his frustration, none of the herbs or spices gave any indication to which would be the right ones.

In that moment, (Y/N) walked into the kitchen and did not say a word to the huffy boy. Instead she merely plucked a few different leaves or spices, occasionally smelling a few and putting them away or getting the right ones. She spared Ubbe a glance when she had what she needed and then stepped out.

At this, Ubbe was quick to start smelling the different things that seemed would be right. He grabbed fistfuls or pinches of different things, and when Hvitserk returned both spent a while trying to sniff out the right ingredients.

Finally, when they felt they had everything. The boys tossed everything into a pot and lit the fire beneath, satisfied with their work and let it cook as they ran outside to play. Excited to show their family and most importantly their stepmother at the fantastic job that they accomplished.

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Later that evening, everyone was seated at the table as they waited patiently for their meal. Ragnar glanced to his sons Ubbe and Hvitserk, both were bouncing excitedly in their seats.

“What has both of you so jittery?” Ragnar asked.

“Just wait and see, you’ll be surprised Father” Ubbe remarked.

Well enough, everyone was surprised when (Y/N) placed bowls of a congealed mass in front of all of them. The stew had gone cold and congealed, the fat of the meat rising to the top of the bowl in lumps, and the vegetables were still raw. At this Aslaug and Ragnar looked (Y/N) in question.

“I hope you all enjoy the evening meal, Ubbe and Hvitserk worked very hard on it” she said.

“Why did they make dinner?” Aslaug asked, hesitantly lifting up a jiggling spoonful of their stew.

“They complained this morning that I took too long in making their meals and that they could do better” (Y/N) said. “So we best eat up. In their words, we would be crying afterwards.”

Bitterly, everyone put a spoonful of the food in their mouths with expressions of utter confusion. For Aslaug the stew tasted bitter, Ragnar felt the spices were overpowering, to Sigurd, Agnar, and Kari the textures clashed. While (Y/N) merely ate the spoonful in thought as Ubbe and Hvitserk held back their tears at what would likely be complaints and scolding.

“Well…” (Y/N) began. “I have a feeling you both left the stew by itself didn’t you? The fire must have gone out and it made the vegetables stay raw. It also looks like you didn’t grind the herbs, it would have helped spread out the taste a bit more. But ultimately, it isn’t that bad of a first time.”

“It wasn’t?” Hvitserk hiccuped.

“No my darling, it wasn’t” (Y/N) cooed as she wiped away his tears. “I can tell both you and your brother tried the best that you could.”

“But it wasn’t tasty at all” Ubbe bawled, as (Y/N) drew him closer.

“Perhaps it wasn’t, but I wouldn’t expect it to be. You had never made a stew before and you were bound to make mistakes, and that is perfectly alright” she said as she rocked both boys in her arms.

The two sobbed weakly in her arms, before their sobs turned into sniffles. She rubbed their backs tenderly and pressed gentle kisses to their cheeks.

“Maybe the next time that I cook, you can come help me. Would that be okay with you?”

The brothers immediately nodded happily. Smiles lighting up their faces.

“Do we still have to eat their stew then?” Ragnar asked interrupting the lighthearted mood.

“No you big oaf” (Y/N) sighed, “I made a stew myself and will serve it in just a moment. Be patient, my love.”

“Yeah Father, you heard our Mama. Be patient” the two boys giggled, reminded of their impatience of that morning.

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lovely-haechan · 4 years

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You should’ve listened to your friends, this was quite possibly the worst date you’ve ever been on. Well maybe it wasn’t that bad? It definitely wasn’t good.

It started out fine. Bang Chan got to your apartment right at 6, like he said he would. He complimented the outfit that you and Renjun had picked out earlier the afternoon. He even opened his car door for you to get in and let you DJ on the way to dinner.

Once you got to Chili’s there was a 30 minuet wait. You didn’t mind though, seeing as it was a Friday night and a lot of people were hitting the town. Bang Chan, on the other hand, seemed quite bothered with this. When the hostess informed the two of you of the wait, he got a bit huffy and asked if you wanted to go somewhere else.

“It’s Friday evening, anywhere we go is going to have a wait,” you responded, “I’m fine since we’re already here.”

After some small conversation on a bench outside of the restaurant, you were guided to your table and got your drinks ordered. After a quick look at the menu, you realized that most of the menu was very not vegan. You wanted to remain faithful to the pact you made with your friends, but you also didn’t want to order a salad on a date in a Chili’s.

“You good?” Bang Chan asks you, “You’re looking at that menu like it’s threatening your life. Have you decided what you want yet?”

“I think I’m going to get a salad,” you say, closing the menu.

“For real? If you want something else you can get it, I’m not going to judge you. I’m going to get a burger,” he says.

“Yeah, that’s what I want. I’m vegan so that’s kind of all I can get here, but I don’t mind,” you ensure him.

He makes a sour face at you. “Oh,” he starts, “I wish you would’ve said something, we could’ve gone somewhere else.”

“No no, it’s fine,” you rush out, “I really don’t mind. It’s kind of just a thing me and my friends just started doing so it totally slipped my mind until I was reading the menu. But I’m cool with a salad.”

“Okay,” he draws out, raising an eyebrow at you. “Are you going to be cool with me eating a burger in front of you?”

“Oh of course,” you let out a light laugh. “I’m the one that’s vegan, not you.”

He gives you a slight smile in response.

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The rest of the dinner goes pretty smoothly. Bang Chan tells you a lot about his classes and his friends, so you do a lot more listening than talking. You don’t mind that much though, the stories he tells about his friends are quite entertaining.

After about an hour, you noticed he’s finished with his food and you hadn’t made much progress on your salad. It’s not the salad’s fault, you just prefer your vegetables cooked and seasoned and not raw and covering lettuce. He seems to notice your practically full plate and frowns.

“You know, if you weren’t going to eat, we could’ve gone somewhere else,” he says, the frown not leaving his face.

“Yeah I know,” you sigh out, “I guess I just wasn’t as hungry as I thought.”

“Well, if you’re not hungry I guess we could head out since the point of a restaurant is to sit and eat,” he retorts.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t taken back by his sassy response. “Yeah, I guess so,” you say, trying not to sound too sassy back at him.

And with that he calls the waiter over to get the check and pay, and the two of you are heading back to his car.

He lets you DJ again, and the two of you decide it’s late enough and he should just take you back to you home. You notice a car leave Chili’s after you and stay behind you on the journey to your apartment, but you figure they might just live near your complex so you don’t think too much of it.

“I had fun tonight,” Bang Chan says as you near your front door.

“Yeah, me too,” you give him a light smile with your response.

“We should do this again some time, but at a place you can actually eat at, mind if I text you again?” He asks.

“Yeah sure, that sounds good,” you smile again, knowing good and well you don’t quite want to hang out with him again.

“Cool deal. Well, I’ll see you in psych,” he waves as you go to open your door.

“See you,” you say, “Drive home safe”

“Will do,” he smiles back.

And with that, you close your door and head to your room. But before you can make it, there’s a knock at your front door. You turn with a groan thinking that Bang Chan probably has something else to say, but when you open your door you see Jaemin and Renjun.

“I- huh?” You say in confusion. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Glad to see you too,” Renjun says. “We low-key high-key spied on your date and it looked like it went high-key awful so we want to take you out for ice cream.”

“Even though we told you it would be bad,” Jaemin adds, earning himself an elbow from Renjun.

“It wasn’t that bad,” you respond, “he just doesn’t know how to talk to people well, that’s all.”

The two boys in front of you look like they want to disagree, but refrain from doing so.

“Plus we can’t eat ice cream if we’re vegan,” you pout at them.

“Oh my goodness,” Jaemin responds, “we found an ice cream place with vegan ice cream about half an hour from here, but they close at nine so why don’t you hurry up and come get in the car so we don’t get dirty looks from people for going in right before they close.”

With a grin on your face, you throw on your shoes and follow your friends out to Renjun’s car.

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Out of State

Chapter 2- A Date ? With a Business Major ??

Chapter 1 ~ Masterlist ~ Chapter 3a

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A/N: I didn't intend to have a written part for this but I felt like this chapter needed it:/ ALSO I would just like to say that this chapter was inspired by two different dates my friend went on with two different dudes who are business majors so now we have a joke that business majors are bad people, but I swear it’s a joke, the friend in question is a business major so it’s just a funny lolz

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love-minor-poltergeist · 4 years

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Hiya! First off, I’d like to say I really like your writing! It’s very cute and I always enjoy giving it a read! Second, this request might be pretty odd, but can you do romantic hcs with The Root Pack? I hope you have a wonderful day!

A/N: Ahh, I’m really glad to hear that! And don’t worry about whether or not your request is odd-- it’s fun trying to get a feel for each of the characters; it’s a good challenge! Speaking of said request, I mostly wrote this set with the idea that it’s a polyamorous relationship-- be sure to let me know if you ever want me to redo this set!

Also note: I went ahead and used the official names for all of these boys, but I put the popular fan names beside them for the folks who prefer them. Apologies if there’s any confusion!

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Root Pack Romance/General Relationship Hcs:

Sal Spudder (Moe Tato):

Despite his naturally grumpy disposition, Sal is one of the biggest sweethearts you’ll ever meet. Though he’d probably never show it in fear of Chauncey’s teasing, he adores it whenever you fawn or worry about him. Around the others, the most he’ll give are semi-annoyed grumbles and flushed cheeks. In private or during shared cuddle time with Ollie, the spud practically melts.

While the man knows how to take care of a mean produce garden, he’s a bit clueless about standard flowers. He’s never seen the appeal, truthfully. Sure, they were pretty to look at, but they always felt too delicate. Nevertheless, he takes time to make small gifts for you out of the occasional weed flower he finds in the garden-- expect small woven chains or the occasional potpourri made from any wild daisies or bluebells he finds.

Kisses with Sal are often curt and tentative. Usually, he’ll plant a few shy pecks on your lips or cheek before quickly pulling away-- cheeks tinged pink. He’s a bit self-conscious about how dirt-covered he is, especially when he sometimes leaves imprints on your cheeks because of it.

While Ollie’s better at comforting you when you’re down, the spud is willing to lend an ear if you want to talk or rant about anything. He may not always fully understand what’s eating at you, but he never judges. He’ll even offer some advice if he thinks it’ll help.

Probably the best cook of the bunch-- you'll never have to worry about going home with an empty stomach. Not to mention you won't be judged for eating as much as you like; Sal would feel insulted if you didn't! From hearty vegetable stews and casseroles to lighter salads and bakes, the spud's got you covered.

Ollie Bulb (Weepy):

As the most emotionally sensitive of the bunch, Ollie’s is the best at comforting you when you’re down. Box of tissues on hand, he’ll be there if you need a shoulder to cry on or need someone to vent to. He empathizes with you, so chances are he’ll cry with you.

Ollie is the most affectionate of all the Root Pack members. With Ollie around, you won’t ever forget how much you’re loved or ever feel lonely again. Throughout the day, he’ll be sure to sprinkle in an ‘I love you’ or compliment during conversations, and happily give you reassuring pats on the shoulder or hugs.

Since he’s so used to tagging along with Sal and Chauncey, Ollie may take interest in some of your hobbies like he does with the others. He’s generally a curious person, so he’ll ask you plenty of questions as he watches you. If you’re into yarn work like knitting or crocheting, Ollie would happily pick up the hobby with you-- he always wanted to make sweaters for himself and the others!

Kisses with Ollie are a shy, giggly affair. A small peck to the cheek or lips is guaranteed to earn you a pink-cheeked onion-- a shaky smile on his face as he tries to hold back giddy laughter. He’s visibly much perkier afterward, eagerly going about his day with a hum.

The best caretaker to have whenever you or the others fall sick. While he can’t neglect gardening or grocer duties, the onion always makes sure to fetch you whatever he thinks you may need whenever he has the time. Got a nasty cold or flu? Get ready for some fresh chicken-noodle soup or cough syrup. No, get back in bed. You’re sick and need to rest-- he’ll take up your garden work for the day.

Chauncey Chantenay (Psycarrot):

As the leader of the pack, Chauncey generally handles most of the planning. That includes a lot of the dates you have with them. Oh, You and Ollie want to check out the observatory tonight? Say no more; he’ll look into what hours are best and the best time to see the stars. Oh, Sal wants to check out the new restaurant that opened up? Chauncey’s already looking at the menus and specials.

The most observant of the bunch-- pun not intended. Chauncey's the first to notice if anything is off with you or the others, and he (keyword) tries to help any way he can. When it comes to emotional matters, he usually sends in Ollie or Sal to comfort you-- if neither are around, he’ll awkwardly pat you on the shoulder and let you vent.

Out of all three of your boyfriends, he’s the most likely to initiate kisses. Hell, he’ll even not-so-subtly ask for one as payment-- all complete with an ahem, followed by him pointing at his cheek for you to kiss. If you decide to indulge him and kiss him on the cheek (or if you want to get him in a good mood, on the lips), Chauncey has the smuggest grin on his face all day.

If you ever choose to flip the tables on him and make the first move, you’ll have a very flustered carrot on your hands. Sure, he’ll try to play it off as his usual smug self, but a closer look reveals his hands slightly shaking and the hints of a lobster-red blush on his cheeks.

Any clumsy accidents you may have will decrease dramatically around him. One minute, you’re tripping over a root, and just before you’ll land face-first, you’re suddenly floating in the air and gently placed back on the ground. Try not to tease him too much about using his powers to keep you safe-- he’ll get huffy and embarrassed quickly.

#my writing #requests #Cuphead #cuphead dont deal with the devil #the root pack #chauncey chantenay #ollie bulb #sal spudder #psycarrot #weepy #moe tato #x reader #reader insert #gender-neutral reader #root pack x reader #cuphead headcanons

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friendship-ended-with-pokespe · 4 years

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Kirby and the Big Race in Dream Land! Chapter 1

An early afternoon tranquil enough for even clouds floating in the sky to be enraptured. Lying in the meadow, there were a pair who were engrossed in a conversation while looking up at the drifting clouds.

One of them is Cappy, wearing a hat like that of a mushroom. The other is Walky, having an appearance resembling that of a microphone. Both are inhabitants of Dream Land. Right when their long, long conversation has finally come to an end, Cappy said, having remembered something apparently. “Come to think of it, I’ve heard a strange rumor. Do you know about it, Walky?” “What’s with a strange rumor?” “They say a large footprint has been found near the forest in the south a few days ago.” Cappy lowered his voice in fear. “A footprint?” “Uh-huh. They say that the footprint is large enough to trample a house!” “Ha, how ridiculous. That’s got to be a lie.” Walky laughed mockingly, where Cappy became offended and talked back. “I’m not lying, I heard it from my friend!” “Rumors are bound to get exaggerated. A story where a somewhat large pit was found must’ve blown out of proportion unnoticed.” “It’s not just the footprint. There’s also testimonies where a creepy sound like a growl of a monster was heard closeby.” “It was probably a sound of wind or thunder. They got all frightened and heard of it as the voice of a monster.” “Would that be it......” “That’s gotta be it. After all, there’s no way that a monster that enormous is in Dream Land. If there was, it would’ve turned into an uproar long ago.” “You’ve got a point there.” It was when Cappy nodded. With a cloud missing, a black shadow appeared in the blue sky like a small smudge. “......Hm?” As the two watched with their eyes wide open, that small shadow became gradually bigger. “H-Hey, this is big!” “What is that......!” “It looks like a spaceship! It’s going toward the south meadow!” “Let’s get going!”

The pair got up and started running south.

In the great meadows of Dream Land in endless greenery, a small spaceship was descending. It is the latest model, with the exterior sparkling in gold color. Moreover, it was covered thickly with decorations, making it stand out very much. The spaceship mowed down the grass and landed. With the hatch opening, a rotund figure came out. He has a plump face and is wearing large sunglasses. Similar to the spaceship, the clothes that he was wearing were very shiny and over the top. “So this is Dream Land, eh. The rumors don’t do justice to this countryside.” Taking off his sunglasses, the man took a few steps and looked around. “There ain’t no nothing. Convenience store, cafe, cinema, nothing. What a boring place......” Knitting his brows in annoyance, the man put back his sunglasses. “Ahh, I wanna hurry up and return to the city. I’ve got to find that “that thing” on the double......” At that moment, a rustle was heard from the nearby grass. The man turned his face in surprise. Having rushed over in haste, Cappy and Walky were the ones to push their way through the grass and pop up. Noticing the spaceship and the man, the two became startled and paused. “Who are you?” Cappy was the one to speak. His mood turning sour, the man glares at the pair. “What’d you mean “who”? What a rude thing to say to me.” “I’m asking who you are! You shady nitwit.” The two said while being wary of the man. “Something fell from the sky, so we came to see what’s up......” “Who are you? Say your name.” Questioned harshly, the man became more and more huffy. But it would be problematic if they were to argue here. With that thought, the man changed his mind and answered gently. “My name is Kizario. The famed TV producer.” “......TV?” “......A producer?” Cappy and Walky exchanged looks. Combing his hair and showing off, Kizario approached the two and handed them a business card. Cappy read out the writing on the business card. “Comet TV......? I feel like I heard it before......” “Ah, I know what that is!” Walky raised his voice. “It’s a TV station that broadcasts a lot of popular programs. Like music, anime, or......” “Exactly. That TV station has its network all over the universe. And in that station, I happen to be in charge of all the programs that are especially popular.” “Huh!!? That’s amazing!” Walky changed his attitude suddenly.

As for Cappy, he still wasn’t letting his guard down. He asked, gazing hard at Kizario. “What’s a TV producer doing in Dream Land? You came here for travel?” “No, no. I have no time for stuff like traveling. I of course came for work.” “A work in Dream Land......?” “To take a look in advance, you see. This time, I’m planning to produce a TV program with Dream Land as the setting.” “Eh!?” The two were both surprised by this. Kizario continued with a chuckle. “I came to look around and find an appropriate location for filming. I thought this star was quite beautiful and took a liking to it.” “A TV production......in Dream Land......!” Walky’s voice became high-pitched in excitement. Cappy said to him in a panic. “Don’t get all excited, Walky. We’ll be in hot water if you get worked up and shout loudly.” “I know that......what a wonderful plan, Mr. Kizario. Of course we’ll work with you.” Walky eagerly turned to Kizario. “I’m pretty confident about my voice. I think it’s suitable for television. Say......if you’re fine with it, could you let me appear in......” “Of course. I’m planning to ask the citizens of this star to work with me. Since I can’t make a good program if the citizens don’t help.” “You have a point!” “I want as many citizens as possible to lend me their strength. This might be sudden, but could you be willing to let everyone in Dream Land know?” “Of course we will! Please leave it to us!” Walky is in great enthusiasm. He changed his direction and started sprinting. Cappy chases after him in a hurry. “Hey, hold up, Walky!” “Hurry, hurry! A news this huge is hard to come by. I gotta hurry up and let everyone know about it!” “Is it alright? That Kizario guy is kinda fishy. Would it be okay to trust him......?” “It’s gotta be alright! After all, he’s the producer of that Comet TV!”

......Then, after the pair had left. Kizario chuckled and said to himself. “Haha, so far so good. That saves me the trouble of getting the citizens involved. It’s going well.” His voice of course didn’t reach anyone’s ears.

The next day. Kizario was invited to Castle Dedede at once. Greeting him in the hall was King Dedede, the owner of this castle. His subordinate Waddle Dee was waiting beside him. “Welcome, Kizario.” King Dedede reclined in his chair and looked at Kizario. Not losing to him, Kizario too reclines on the sofa and is looking back at King Dedede. King Dedede was in good humor. “I heard it from Waddle Dee. The rumor seems to have spread all throughout Dream Land.” “That looks to be the case.” “To think that you’ll produce a TV program in Dream Land-you had your eye at the right place!” Smiling in satisfaction and clenching his fist, King Dedede pounded his chest. “Cause you know, Dream Dream has me! I’m the most appropriate super star there is for a lead role of a TV drama to broadcast all over the universe.” “......What? A TV drama......?” “Yup. Don’t worry, I’ll think of the storyboard.” The king closed his eyes with rapt attention. “How about ‘King Dedede Chronicle' that would depict my spectacular role? It’ll be a thrilling action drama where I beat down enemies with the strongest power in the universe!” “A......Action......?” “Nah, it won’t go over well with female fans if there’s way too many fighting scenes......romance is what’s popular with female fans! How about ‘King Dedede in Love and Sorrow?’ It’ll be a heart-rending love romance with me and the most beautiful actress in the universe! It’s sure to be a smash hit.” “R......Romance......?” “Nah, for a drama that anyone can enjoy, a detective drama would be the way to go. How about ‘Detective King Dedede’ where I solve mysteries with extraordinary deduction? With gorgeous actors as guests every time......” “Just hang on a sec, King Dedede.” Having been overwhelmed by the king’s words, Kizario cut him off at last. “What I’m planning isn’t a drama.” “What?” “I’m making a far more unique show......” It was at that moment. A loud shout and footsteps were approaching from the corridor. “Whoopee!!! Did you hear, King Dedede? This is big news!!!” Kirby was the one to barge into the hall. Kirby talked rapidly while hopping up and down. “They’re producing a TV program at Dream Land! It’ll be broadcasted all over the universe!” “Humph, we were talking about that just now.” “What program will it be!? I think a gourmet program will work! I’ll take the lead role, of course!” “Hmph. Like heck you’ll take the lead role......” Mocked Dedede, but Kirby isn’t listening at all. He continued blabbering, his eyes sparkling in ecstasy. “It’ll be me introducing tasty shops in Dream Land to the whole universe! I’ll hold a microphone like this, and......yes, we're live at Chef Kawasaki’s restaurant today! I can smell something yummy! Now then, what’s today's menu!?” “K-Kirby......erm......” Waddle Dee tried to stop him, but Kirby had forgotten himself. Squeezing his hand that (supposedly) had the microphone, he continued rattling off. “My goodness, today’s menu is Heap-of-Curry ✰ Fukujinzuke Special, which has beef, pork, and chicken all in it with a large helping of vegetables! It looks so yummy!” “Kirby......uhh......” “Well then, let’s hurry up and try a bite of it! Mmm~, this is the best! I want seconds~! Now then, after curry is the long-awaited dessert......” “You’re so darn noisy! Shut up, you’re making me hungry!” Hollered Dedede in a loud voice, and quieted Kirby at last. Having been on the verge of drooling, Kirby became sullen as he was interrupted at the best part. “Geez......you’re the one that’s noisy, King Dedede. I was just about to get to the dessert! Today’s dessert would’ve been mango pudding special with heaps of ice cream!” “I’ve had enough of your daydreaming. A TV program made in Dream Land won’t be something like a gourmet program. It’s a TV drama starring me as the lead role......but......mmm-......” King Dedede suddenly reconsidered. “Nah, gourmet is fine too. Alrighty, let’s make a gourmet drama starring me as the lead role. It’ll be a gourmet-action-romance-mystery-thriller where I munch on the best cuisines while solving cases every time! The title will be......‘King Dedede and the Mystery of the Eating Tours in Love Chronicles’......!” “Hold it, just hold it right there.” Having been completely baffled, Kizario cuts in at last. “Don’t just keep talking as you want! What I want to produce is neither a drama nor a gourmet program. Listen to what I have to say.” “......What?” King Dedede had a face that said: “You're still here?” Kirby too blinked in surprise and looked at Kizario. “Who are you......?” Brushing up his hair, Kizario showed off and introduced himself. “I’m the super-famous producer of Comet TV, Kizario!” “Pro......ducer......?” “Well, to put it simply, I’m the one responsible for the TV program. In order to produce a new program, I came to take a look at Dream Land in advance.” Kirby jumped up in excitement. “Whoa, nice to meet you! I’m Kirby! Leave it to me if it’s a gourmet program!”

“Well, that’s why what I’m planning isn’t a gourmet program, but......you see.” With a snap of a finger, Kizario shouts aloud. “Come in here, Walky!” Before he finished talking, Walky quickly showed himself from the entrance. King Dedede stared his eyes out and roared. “Walky!? You jerk left Castle Dedede without my permission......!” “I’m sorry, Your Highness. I became an assistant for Mr. Kizario!” Stepping over to the center of the hall, Walky coughed to clear his throat. “Ahem......yes, I shall announce. The title of the anticipated program, from Comet TV with all their efforts put in, is-!” “Hold on a sec, Walky!” King Dedede reminded him in a hurry. “Don’t yell so loudly. The precious walls of Castle Dedede will crack if you shout.” “Right, I’ll be careful. The title of the brand-new program is......‘Dream Land ✰ Extreme ✰ Heart-Pounding ✰ Big Race’!” “......” King Dedede, Kirby, and Waddle Dee. The three had a very doubtful look. “A......big......race?” “Right! A big race full of thrills will be held with Dream Land as the setting! The special program will cover it in-depth from beginning to the end! The one commenting will of course be me, Walky!” “......Eh......?” Kirby was let down in contrast to Walky’s high-spiritedness. “Race......? That’s not fun at all. Not only is it not delicious, but......” “That’s not true, Kirby.” Kizario raised his finger and shook it. “We say it’s a race, but it’s not just any race. It’ll be very exciting and heart-throbbing, where all sorts of challenges will be included on the way.” “......Hmmph......” “Of course, that includes a gourmet challenge as well!” Hearing gourmet, Kirby raised his head in a flash. Not to mention King Dedede, who’s eyes were downcast in disappointment. Kizario continued in full confidence. “Various trials will be presented to the participants. For example, an eating contest will be arranged. The one that clears all the stages and reaches the goal first will be the winner. It really is a big race of your dreams!” “There’s an eating contest too!?” Kirby jumped up and spun in the air out of excitement. “Then I won’t lose for sure! I’ll make sure to win!” “Naw, it’ll be me! You know that I’m the one when it comes to the biggest eater in Dream Land!” Kizario smirked, seeing Kirby and King Dedede exchanging glares. “A splendid prize will be prepared for the winner. Aim for the win and do your best.” “What’s the splendid prize!?” “Is it a year's supply of curry!? Or maybe a year’s supply of ramen?” King Dedede licked his chops. “Just so we're clear, I eat ten times as much as the other louts. My one year supply is then ten times the usual, so in other words, a ten year supply!” “I eat hundred times more than everyone else! So my one year supply is a hundred year supply!”

“What!? Then mine’s two hundred!” “Then mine’s three hundred......!” “Enough! I get it!” Kizario waved his hands and quieted the two. “I’ll prepare whatever you like as much as you want. So make sure to try your very best. The success of the show hangs on the fervor of the race participants.” “Yeah!” King Dedede’s eyes sparkled. Kirby too without a doubt. “Keep an eye out, I’ll liven up the program!” “I’ll give it my best as well! I will win!” “Yeah, I’m looking forward to it.” Kizario narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

After Kizario left the castle along with Walky. “Will it be fine, Your Highness? What he said today......” Said Waddle Dee in a worried manner. “Mm? What, Waddle Dee. Don’t tell me that you......” King Dedede glared at Waddle Dee with a stern look. “Think that I’ll lose to Kirby!? And you call yourself my servant!?” “N-No, that’s not it. I don’t mean that, but......” “Huh? So you think that I’m going to lose!?” Kirby too glared at Waddle Dee. Sandwiched between the pair, Waddle Dee said while at a loss. “It’s not about winning or losing, but I don’t feel like I can trust Mr. Kizario......” “What do you mean by that?” “It's way too generous for the winner's prize to be whatever you like as much as you want. It’s a bit fishy......” Hearing it, Kirby and Waddle Dee both burst out laughing at the same time. “Wahahha! You’re such a sissy. You’re already getting cold feet.” “He’s right, Waddle Dee. I think Mr. Kizario’s a good person!” “Right, right. A guy that open-handed can’t possibly be a bad guy.” “I wonder......will it be okay......” To Waddle Dee muttering in concern, ordered King Dedede. “You participate in the race too, Waddle Dee.” “......Eh!? Me!?” Waddle Dee was in a flap from such an unforeseen command. “I-I can’t. I’m slow, not to mention how I don’t eat very much......” “Idiot, no one’s expecting anything from you. It’s just that the race would be better on a large scale, where even one more participant would do nicely. My performance will stand out all the more!” “But......I’m......not meant for race......” To Waddle Dee all flustered, said Kirby. “Let’s try our best together, Waddle Dee! We’ll aim for victory and start training from tomorrow!” “Training~!?” “Yup!” Lending no ears to Waddle Dee’s screams, Kirby energetically thrusted his hand up.

Here, kizari (気障り) on Kizario’s name means unpleasant, high-hat, or pompous.

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#kirby novels #kirby of the stars #light novel #translation #kirby #waddle dee #king dedede #walky #King Dedede Chronicles #King Dedede in Love and Sorrow #Detective King Dedede #King Dedede and the Mystery of the Eating Tours in Love Chronicles

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likesomekindofcheese · 4 years

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can i request just a comfort piece with someone hurting grigor's lover because they aren't royalty and him being all huffy and angry because what's the use of being the emperor's right hand man when his lover gets to be maltreated

Hello! I like this idea a lot!! I finished episode 8 of The Great and I’m deep in my feels for Grigor so I’m 🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭

Anyways, here you go! And in this version, Reader is kept neutral and their gender can be whatever you would like!

You were so honored to be there in the first place. The palace halls were beautiful and every day your head kept turning, noticing the women painted into the doors, the gold on the walls, and even the curvy patterns on the ceiling.

And you were excited to go to the parties and everything. You tossed your ball with the ladies with extra enthusiasm and breathed in the air of every feast, ignoring the retching, and screaming in the back.

Today had been the latest little party: a science party. Experiments and wonders that worked like magic before the masses. And here you were, champagne glass in hand, to see it all.

But before you could glance at an experiment with electricity, the pastel skirts of Lady Svenska and Tatyana blocked your view.

“Hello there, Y/N, where have you been last night. We were putting ink on our noses to look like badgers!” Tatyana asked.

Biting a smile, you answered, “I was...I was drinking wine alone in my quarters. I was tired and wanted to relax.”

It wasn’t a lie. You didn’t have to tell them, especially if George was present, that you were not alone.

“We were just wondering; you’ve been here for a bit...what is your families name?” Tatyana questioned.

“That is, you’re with the Emperor’s party all afternoon every day, is it some connection? I know you said it, but we keep forgetting it.”

Her face leaned closer, her wig barely holding onto her head.

“It’s Y/L/N.”

There was a pause. Lady Svenska blinked and smirked her dark eyes.

“Oh...that family. I’ve heard things, is it true they are crown coveting, gold digging apes?” she asked.

Your breath stopped.

“No, we were lucky and there was a great fortune. Our hard work paid off. My parents even still garden every day.” you recalled, that was what their last letter said.

“They dig and plant their own vegetables? They touch dirt? How could a bunch of farmers rule a country then?” Tatyana asked plainly.

Your grip tightened on your glass.

“I...I don’t...we aren’t farmers and I don’t give two shits about the crown or the title or whatever, any more than you both do.” you say, swallowing your more brutal feelings towards them.

“A farmer will always be a farmer...even with a wig on, then” Lady Svenska answered.

“Ladies, if that is all you want to say to me and you have nothing else of conversation, I do not wish to speak to you today,” you finished, but not without hearing them burst into giggles.

As you fled away, tears threatening to come up, you drank your champagne in one gulp and put the glass away. But several voices behind you made oinking noises that spurred you out of the room.

Flying away, only when you shut your door in your own apartment did you let yourself cry heavier. Not polite little light tears, but big tears that stained your face like a rainstorm.

Laying on your bed, you let yourself cry when suddenly...

Knock knock

“Tatyana, I don’t want to speak to you!” you snapped angrily. In no way were you ready to forgive her.

“I’m not Tatyana,” a soft voice answered.

Gasping a little at your mistake, you replied, “it’s unlocked Grigor, you can come in.”

Hearing his heavy footsteps, the door shut, and the lock snapped shut behind you. Turning around, you saw his tall form. His face was smiling, smiling brighter than you had seen it in ages, a kind of smile he only began to show once you were in court.

You always secretly admired Grigor the day you entered court. But one day you found him alone, sobbing. He told you about how he truly felt about his wife and Peter together. You gave him empathy, which led to a kiss, and before you knew, there were more sneaking off to corners with more kisses.

In his hands was a white vase full of white roses.

“Hello darling, I brought this for you,” he offered.

You got up from your bed and walked up, taking the vase in your hands. But he noticed the tear stains across your face. Wiping with your sleeve, you accepted the roses and set them on the desk near your window.

“Y/N... why have you been crying?” he asked gently, sitting on a nearby chair.

His eyes look soft and worried.

Walking forward, you sat down on the floor and set your head on his lap like a child. He petted your hair gently as you explained everything.

There was silence. Only the faint ticking of the clock in the far corner could be heard.

“I can’t believe it…those…those…” he muttered.

Looking up, you saw his features had turned dark.

“Have I done anything wrong?”

“No! Not at all, Y/N! I should have been there. If I said two words to Peter right there, they could have been punished,” He cursed.

He stepped out of the chair and stared out the window as the afternoon faded to the blue of evening. You followed him and took his hand.

“I’m fine now…”

He huffed, his nostrils flaring. You nuzzled into his shoulder.

“And who knows what else they’ll say or do to you after this…”

“I’ll survive it. They could never kill me,” you try to comfort him.

He turned, cupping your face in his hands.

“Y/N…I just want to be sure I can protect you…” he sighed.

Softly you leaned to kiss his hand and then embraced him.

“You are protecting me…you’re protecting me this moment…but you are someone here who care for me…you don’t care about my family or my title or lack of title, you see me as I am…and I love you for it,” you answered.

Mouth melting into a smile, he moved his face down to kiss you. Both of you embraced for a little bit, watching the birds fly past the windows. His fingers went teasingly to the edges of your clothes.

He began to kiss you deeper, longer, and more passionately. You put a finger before the next one on his chin.

“Besides, you could always tell the emperor about them whenever you want…” you added in.

Grinning childishly at the gesture he took your hand kissed it, moving onto your neck.

“I’ll do that later, Y/N, I want you right now…”

Taglist: @silverrose02 @itsametaphorgwil @deck-heart @grigorlee @themficsilike @queenlover05

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theeternalblue · 4 years

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A little ficlet for @monicaposh and her fic here comes the sun because I owed it to her, with a little collage of the family she created with these smart girls and foolish parents. 💜 You should read it and love it as I do.

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Once a city girl, always a city girl.

And yet here she is watching the soothing blue ocean, feeling the gentle salty breeze against her skin and enjoying the protective shade of exuberant green palm trees and exotic vegetation under the Kauai sun. The mimosa in her hand helps to get her in this mood of utter bliss as well. That’s until she feels a pair of strong arms wrapping around her waist from behind. A firm chest against her back before soft lips kiss the spot under her ear. His nose bumps against her sunglasses’ temple.

“Morning, wife,” his voice is deep and teasing. She tries not to laugh but he’s ridiculous and adorable. It bubbles up inside her and she lets it past her lips because she’s learned the hard way to just do what in her heart feels right.

“Archie,” Veronica tries to scold him. He just doesn’t seem to get tired about calling her wife after three days since they finally said yes to each other – for a second time – in front of their families, friends, and daughters this time.

It was all adorable with Violet as Archie’s best man and Audrey as Veronica’s maid of honor. Those little schemers, mainly responsible for them reuniting, were wearing the brightest smile she’s ever seen on their beautiful faces.

Archie keeps peppering kisses to her neck and shoulder, fully taking advantage of the neckline of her Stella McCartney silk cover-up. And she’s also enjoying how he has forgone shirts since they’ve been secluded in the private villa they chose – actually, Archie chose it because their first honeymoon was spent in Europe and they were chased by paparazzi almost all day.

I want you all to myself, he said and found this spot on the Hawaiian island where they only see people if they choose to leave and go into town. They have a pool, a private beach and each other.

His hands hitch up her torso, and they are purposeful in their attempt to tease her. A shiver goes up her spine, and it has nothing to do with the weather.

“We left the bed an hour ago. Behave,” Veronica mumbles softly, making him snort a laugh.

He playfully bites her shoulder before kissing her cheek. “Do you really want me to behave?” he quips, stepping away and making his way to the kitchen with a relaxed and confident swagger that shows he feels comfortable and happy.

And she is elated too. The last two years since they got back together have been crazy, with many events for her to promote Posh new lines, with award shows for them to go together, with two beautiful girls on the brink of adolescence and a dog, because Archie cannot say no to his children. The beautiful and immaculate place she had chosen for her and Audrey was sold and replaced by a townhouse because they needed the space. Archie has his own studio, while she has her office, and each girl has their own space. And nothing is ever pristine, as she wished it was but she can’t be upset about it anymore.

He pops a grape into his mouth under her attentive gaze and smirks. “What?”

Veronica feels the now familiar tingling in her chest and smiles, lifting her sunglasses to uncover her face. “I love you,” she mutters softly.

His smile grows bigger. “I love you, too, babe.”

Veronica takes a sip from her mimosa and struts her way to the kitchen island where he’s standing. She gently places the glass on the island, before her hands cradle his face, her fingers toying with his earlobes.

“How much?” She asks him, and Archie’s smile grows while his cheeks and ears tint red.

“You’re my whole world.” He sighs, letting the air pass slowly through his lips as he leans forward to press his forehead against hers.

Her eyes flutter close, and she can feel his strong hands on her waist, his thumbs above her hipbone and the way his breath tickles her face.

They’ve been so busy with their careers that sometimes she forgets just how much she needs his presence. He’s much more affectionate than she is. The last thing she wants it’s for him to feel taken for granted. They needed this time alone, just the two of them enjoying each other.

“Maybe we don’t need the bed,” he whispers hotly in her ear, making her snort a laugh but then he’s pressing those soft and hot kisses to her neck, and who is she but just a woman in a honeymoon with the man she loves?

At some point in the evening they end up in the pool, and Archie is trying to convince her to go surfing the next day while they fool around on a sun lounger like a couple of teenagers, like when they first met all those years ago.

He laughs at her huffy expression, because she’s trying not to laugh or cave in. But then her phone buzzes and she knows there are only two people in the world who are allowed to call at any time.

“Mommy. Daddy.” Two beautiful faces appear on the screen. Audrey and Violet with big smiles – Audrey with her hair in a bob, while Violet keeps it longer. They are in that phase where they want to be different, especially because they’ve spent two years trying to learn from each other.

They babble about their days, about a soiree one of their friends is having for their birthday and how grandma took them shopping, and to the spa.

Archie drops a few hints about being careful and good – because he’s terrified of seeing them grow up. Veronica only tries for them to feel safe enough to talk to them. But they have started to roll their eyes, and be sassy – Violet more than Audrey. They are sensitive and quieter at times – Audrey who sits at the piano or with her guitar for entire afternoons.

“Love you!” And yet they are still adorable enough to say that.

They aren’t ready for moody teenagers who will proclaim their hate for their parents.

“Love you, too, girls. Be nice to your grandma, and call Katy for the shoes you want.” They are still the most fashionable girls in New York, and probably the world if Veronica has any say in it, but now they pick their own clothes and she can only offer opinions.

They grow up so fast.

The newlyweds stay quiet for a moment after disconnecting the call.

“Have you ever thought about having more children?” Archie tries, sheepishly looking at her. “We’re still young.”

She’d be lying if she said no. Their hectic life is too much but she loved her first pregnancy with Archie at her side. It was magical for them.

“What if we had twins again?” she’s joking, but it’s a possibility they can’t discard.

Archie smirks. “Multiply the love, Ronnie.” He claimed they had twins because they had so much love for their unborn child that only one baby couldn’t take it, so they got two. The idea seemed crazy back then, but now she might believe it.

She looks at the sunset before them and how it glows in his eyes. There’s too much love in her heart, too much love in his, and isn’t that great?

#em's appreciation week #here comes the sun #fic of a fic #fluff for em #[mine]

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