#love ya hope March is treating you well

[meowsgirldrawing]

Angst idea Obey Nightbringer running through my head

Part 2 here

So MC was dropped from the sky basically right? Mammon caught then and promptly asked them for payment once they woke up, like the sweet man he is-

I love the theory that MC just disappeared then from the present.

Cause I see this-

Imagine a typical morning in Devildom. The day is calm as it could be- AS IT COULD BE- and the brothers are all slowly trickling into the dinning room for breakfast. One of them is the cook today, probably Mammon, and hes making some nice meal he knows is MC's favorite.

When its served, he going along, ignoring the accusations and teases from his brothers, but as hes about to plop into his own seat, hungry for some rare human food- Lucifer stops him. All of them.

Hes looking around, a furrow in his brow, "Where's MC?"

Thats when the empty seat next to a slightly more awake Belphie and for-once-pausing-in-his-breakfast Beel gets brought to light. Usually MC picks whereever they want to sit for the meals on their own, typically being one of the first ones there. But they're obviously not around.

Lucifer sighs, then orders Mammon to go grab them. Sleepy little human, is a phrase Belphie snickers at.

For once, Mammon isnt grumbling about the order, he estactic actually! He gets to see MC's light up face at their favorite dish! Made by him!

Of course, he masks a grumble, but hes all smiles on the way to their room.

As per tradition, he marches right in, esclaiming loud and proud about his success of making a typical weirdo human dish for his hum-

His human?

He stops in his tracks. MC isnt there. Their sheets are ruffled. Their uniform is still hung high on the closet door, and their bags and everything else they grab for the day is laying about. Never been touched.

Huh.

Imagine Mammon coming back with confusion, saying how MC isnt in their room.

Imagine after his explanation, they get too antsy to finish breakfast, they just get up to search for them. They tried messaging at first. Even calling. But they quickly found their phone lying under the sheets, still on charge. The constant ringing sending them on edge.

Beel is texting Luke and Simeon, but they have no clue whats going on. No, they haven't seen MC since their last cooking class yesterday.

Diavolo gets back to Lucifer with obvious worry in his text. MC said they were going straight home after the counsel meeting, though.

Barbatos repeats the same.

Asmodeus tries to message Soloman, his hands trying not to shake as he follows Satan and Levi around the house, both calling MC's name. All 3 growing more anxious and unsettled as they get no response.

But Soloman doesnt even respond.

Mammon? The first one to discover MC's disappearance? Hes on the verge of freaking out.

He keeps up his bite in his tone "OI HUMAN! Where the hell are ya!" Hes going from room to room like the rest of the brothers "YOU BETTER FREAKING RESPOND! O-or-.." His voice starts cracking. Every second he doesnt see his human feels even worse than the last, "MC! F-FOR FUCKS SAKE- RESPOND DAMN IT!" His arms burn with the constant throwing open doors, the moving of furniture. Where the fuck are they??

Once the house has been checked once. Twice. Lucifer even checking Cerberous's lurking grounds, silently hoping to not find any remains possible. The dog's 3 heads stares at his master confused though the whole thing, watching with silent ponder over Lucifer making rounds and rounds about the lot, calling for the human that helps with his monthly cleaning and daily treat giving.

The search continues out, all 7 demon brothers joined by the worried king and his butler, the two angels, as well as a few of their other demons, and Reaper.

All day and into the night they search, all desperate to not find out the worse of worse fates of the human.

The first night is hard. Lucifer had to call of the search for the night, allow himself and his brothers to rest from running all over Devildom. Diavolo sends his well wishes as he does the same, with the plan for first thing to send out better search options.

The brothers hudle in one of the main living rooms. They cant stop talking about it all, where could they be? Does someone have them?? Are they even safe??

Theres a moment where Mammon spits out a curse, hopping back up with a growl, and claiming to go back out again.

Lucifer can see his weariness and orders him to sit back down. His younger brother snarls back a retort, hellbent on finding their human. Maybe even socking whoever has them into the ground if he finds even a single glimpse of that idea.

The agrument goes back and forth, most of the brothers watching in either fury, worriedness, dread, or all. The argument only gets stopped in its tracks when a knock comes that the entrance.

Before Lucifer or any of his brother utter a single word, Mammon is booking it to the door. He tosses it open, expecting- no- hoping on every last grim its Lamentation's only human resident coming home.

But its not that.

Soloman stands alone at the door. His arms tight behind his back, expression stretched as if his words burn his mouth.

"I know where MC is."

-this turned out longer than I wanted, but I kinda plan to write this fully and in more detail. Just beta version y'know?

#obey me imagines #obey me nightbringer #obey me angst #Obey me Nightbringer angst #oc x canon #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[lcnelyghost]

crimson river//the ahs boys period headcanons!

pairings; the ahs boys x fem reader

rating; pg13

warnings; mentions of the menstrual cycle, blood, period sex

Tate Langdon;

• Yes, he’s fully aware of what a period is. And he’s also aware that it’s something that may cause you pain, which is the one thing that Tate can’t stand seeing you in.

• He knows whenever he’s not having a good time that you usually rub small circles on his back, so this is when he returns the favour and does the exact same back to you in bed.

• Thinks it’s ridiculous that women need to go through this all for a fucking baby. His way of wording it is that the kid should suffer, not you.

Kit Walker;

• He’s willing to go anywhere to get you something that’ll soothe you’re pain. The minute you start getting cramps, he’s offski to the nearest store.

• Unlike Tate in this situation, Kit is very grateful that you’re willing to allow you’re body to let you experience this for having his kids in the near future. He knows some women have made decisions to avoid this, but you’re strong and Kit LOVES it.

• And for that, he’ll do everything in his power to make sure you’re suffering is eased slightly. No more cramps, cravings, nada.

Franken Kyle;

• The whole week he’s just really confused on why you’re getting so angry and upset quite easily.

• He ends up going to either Cordelia or someone he knows will be able to explain to him why this is happening. They inform him that he just needs to take his time with you, and try to keep you’re stress levels to a minimum.

• Kyle just goes into you’re room and gives ya one of his big old cuddles! He understands how you’re feeling, and he truly hopes a little bit of affection might cheer you up.

Jimmy Darling;

• Jimmy knows it’s a bit hard to find the necessities you’ll be needing during this time. So, he digs out a little bit of spare cash and then he’s off into town.

• He tries his best to make sure no one annoys you or waltzes into you’re trailer every five seconds. His mother slightly goes overboard, so he asks her to give you some space.

• You rely on both Jimmy and Eve through this whole week. They don’t mind at all. The two are more than happy to help you when you need it most.

Dandy Mott;

• WHAT THE FUCK DO I EVEN SAY HERE LMFSOZOJDE..

• Let’s just say, Dandy never really grew up with the ‘period talk’ and whenever his mother said ANYTHING about it, he’d scream at her and demand she stopped talking.

• You don’t see him frequently. Usually he’s in the bathroom gagging at the smell then trying to make it up to you by ordering Dora and his mother to retrieve absolutely everything you’ll be needing. It’s sickly sweet if i’m being honest.

James Patrick March;

• He’s trying his best to stop himself from insisting he be the one who’s able to soothe you’re pain.. in other ways..

• “JAMES! THAT IS ABSOLUTELY REPULSIVE!!!”

“But darling! Since when has a little blood affected me, hmm?”

• You immediately refused and he understood. Though he did say it you changed you’re mind he’d instruct Miss Evers to clean it up afterwards..

Tristan Duffy;

• No, he’s not disgusted. The only thing that’s bothering him is how fucking moody girls can be when this happens.

• He’ll sit in bed with you, trying to order some food to make you a bit happier. He manages to text someone in the hotel to bring it up to you both.

• Prepare for a week filled with cartoons and movies, because that is exactly what Tristan wants. He expects you to rest and just relax with him, snuggling together.

Rudolph Valentino;

• It’s hard for him to always be by you’re side during this week of hell. Though, if there’s times that he can be, he’ll make sure he’s there.

• Treats you with tons of expensive items, trying to make this a more happier experience for you. I suppose it’s better being treated and in pain than just being stuck in pain with no treats at all!

• He’ll look after you well. Despite him having to go out filming at certain times, he frequently contacts you so you can let him know how you’re doing.

Kai Anderson;

• Don’t even try to use this as an excuse, because Kai will literally have you pick yourself off the damn floor if it means pushing you out of bed so you’ll get up and join the cult for the day.

• Got cramps? Too bad. Kai always reminds you that you’re doing this for him and his future kids. So suck it up and act like nothing’s wrong. (SMH KAI THIS AIN’T HOW IT WORKS)

• Okay, Kai gets extremely turned on by how feisty you are whilst on you’re period. You could be yelling at the whole cult for all he cares. If it gives him pleasure, go right ahead.

Michael Langdon;

• We know for a fucking fact this man didn’t get to learn about periods before he unexpectedly aged.

• Blood doesn’t bother him. That, we’re aware of. But perhaps the smell can throw him off and make Michael a tad bit queasy.

• He obviously doesn’t know how to use a tampon, so when he finds out some women need to practically stick one up themselves, it leaves him in disbelief.

#ahs fandom #american horror story #finn wittrock #ahs hotel #evan peters #dandy mott #freak show #james patrick march #james march #ahs freakshow #james march x reader #dandy mott x reader #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x you #tristan duffy x reader #tristan duffy #rudolph valentino #valentino x reader #michael langdon #cody fern #kit walker x reader #kit walker #ahs fluff #ahs headcanons #headcanon #michael langdon x reader #jimmy darling #kyle spencer #kai anderson #kai anderson x reader

[love4ab]

readier than ever. [ e.p. ]

elvis x afab!reader

warnings; dom!e. sub!virgin!reader. daddy!kink. spanking. fingering. oral!f&m. edging?. p in v. kinda mean!e.

wc; 2.1k. :0

haven’t posted in a while so i hope u all enjoy babes ! <3

enjoy...

You and Elvis sat across from each other, eating dinner. The night was great; you made Elvis' favorite dinner, wore your hair just the way he likes it, and put on a dress he chose himself. Throughout the whole dinner, there was a thought lingering in your mind that you were almost afraid to ask, not knowing how Elvis would react.

You've been Elvis' little innocent girl since you both met. He was your first kiss, your first boyfriend, the first boy you ever got romantically involved with, as embarrassing as it is, and Elvis loved it. He took pride in teaching you things about sex. He loved the way every time he would shove his cock in your mouth, you would struggle less and less, or the way you could take in three of his fingers without it starting with you hissing in pain.

He didn't know if you were exactly ready, he honestly hadn't thought of taking your virginity any time soon, anyway. He thought he was satisfied enough with just your mouth and hands, but God knows he would burst the moment he inched inside your slick tightness. But you just weren't exactly satisfied with the pump of his fingers and his tongue. So, you decided it was time to voice the thought that's been eating you alive all week.

You pushed your dinner plate away and took a deep breath. "Elvis.." The sound of his name caught his attention as he looked up to face you. "I-I think I'm ready." You said it bluntly, refraining your eyes from nervously glancing away from his stare. knowing he wouldn't take you seriously if you showed you couldn't even keep eye contact.

He frowned, not knowing what you were talking about. The loss of your virginity was not even a thought that ran through his mind. "What are ya' talkin' bout, honey?" He chuckled, placing the fork he had in his hand on the table.

It stayed quiet for a moment as you thought about wether it was a good idea to voice your mind or not, but being the big girl you needed to be, you did it. "Elvis, you know exactly what I'm talking about." You sighed, leaving Elvis still sitting there wondering what the hell you were going on about. "I'm ready to have.. sex." You slightly cringed at the sentence that escaped your mouth, but you still kept that eye contact to show you were being serious.

But, of course, Elvis being, well.. Elvis, he just scoffed. "Sex?" He chuckled and shook his head. "Darlin', I-I-I just don't know wether you know you're asking for." He simply shrugged and snickered.

You felt frustration grow in your needy body as you watched Elvis treat you like you were just a joke. Finally, breaking eye contact, you looked away from him, not being able to stand the look on his face. "Yes, sex, Elvis! I just don't see what's so funny about it!" You raised your voice.

Before Elvis could argue back, you stood up from your seat and marched your way upstairs, leaving Elvis there to think about how funny this was. You stepped into the bedroom and sat down at the end of the bed, with a huff escaping your lips.

You just felt so needy, the heat between your legs grew as you sat there empty with not even a finger to fill you up. "y/n!" The sound of an angry Elvis stomped upstairs to the bedroom. He thought you had damn near lost your mind speaking to him like that. "You've grown some nerve, raising your voice at me and stomping around!" He pushed the door open. You sat there, quietly, with your arms crossed, as he walked over in front of you.

"Well, Elvis! I just need you so bad!" You whined out, just wanting to feel his touch. He scoffed, "So, that gives you a reason to be acting like that?" He fumed.

You simply rolled your eyes and huffed. "Yeah, I think that gives me a great reason." You shrugged.

Now, you knew better than to push Elvis' buttons, but you knew if you showed any fear or nervousness, it would give him a reason to not take you seriously.

Elvis was taken back by your attitude and response. He knew you had an attitude, but he was always quick to put you back in place, and you were always quick and obedient to his orders. One quick glare and "You better watch your mouth!" from Elvis was enough to handle you, but today was quite different and Elvis clearly was not having it.

"I oughta teach you a damn lesson, huh?" He growled before harshly grabbing your wrist and pulling you up as he sat down, and you were immediately thrown over his lap.

You softly gasped, "Elvis!" You whined, trying to pull yourself off of him, but he was quick to hold you down.

He pulled your dress up and pulled your panties off. "Keep still, 'fore ya' give me another damn reason to spank you harsher." He said before laying a hard smack against your bottom. Your body jolted forward from the unexpected impact. Tears welled up in your eyes as you gripped onto Elvis' legs.

He went back to back-spanking your sore bottom. "I'm sorry, daddy!" You whimpered.

Elvis grunted before laughing, hearing how your tone of voice and attitude changed. "Not so big and tough now, huh, little?" He leaned down and whispered in your ear before landing another hard smack on your ass. You shook your head as tears streamed down your flushed cheeks.

"Ya' gonna be my good little girl now?" Elvis continued spanking you, his rings leaving a stronger sting each time his hand landed against your skin.

You whimpered, trying to answer him, but you just nodded your head. Your words getting lost, and choked on gasps and whimpers each time his hand lands on your bottom.

"Don't ignore me, baby." He growled out, spanking you even harder than before. "Daddy!" You hiccuped. "I-I promise I'll be your good girl!" You sobbed.

Finally, he felt semi-satisfied with your answer, and with one more hard spanking of his heavy hand and one more whimper from your mouth, he thought you learned your lesson.

Without saying anything, he stood you up and pushed down on your shoulder. You fell to your knees, and with the sound of your knees falling against the carpeted floor, a smirk grew on Elvis' face, and he stood up.

"Bout damn time you start listening." He grumbled, unbuckling his belt, pulled his pants down, and stepped out of them. His hard cock sprung out, you licked your lips at the sight of him, and he chuckled. "So needy today, aren't ya', honey?" You nodded your head at his words. With wide grin on his face, he lazily pumped his cock and with his other hand he gripped your jaw. "Open up, darlin'. I promise I'll be gentle." You felt tingles rush throughout your body as the slick between your thighs made a sticky mess.

You opened up your mouth, and Elvis immediately shoved his cock into your mouth as you gagged around his length. Your hands reached forward and you caught balance on his thighs. You felt saliva spill out of the corners of your mouth as he mercilessly pulled himself in and out of you. His hand, previously gripping your jaw, made its way onto your hair as he tangled it around his hand.

The grunts and tiny whimpers coming from Elvis made you moan around his length. "Fuck." He panted. He felt himself close to finishing, but he pulled out of your mouth. You looked at him with big doe eyes as he had his head thrown back, catching his breath. "Goddamn, baby." He mumbled.

He looked down at you as you wiped the mess of saliva off your chin. He examined your face for a second before picking you up and tossing you on the bed like you were just some rag doll. You giggled, but it quickly turned into a moan as Elvis shoved two of his fingers inside of you without warning. "Fuck-" You mumbled under your breath, but Elvis heard and quickly smacked your thigh.

"That ain't no way to speak." He sternly said, sending you a glare. "Shit, honey, you're so wet." He nearly moaned out. You shut your eyes and threw your head back as you loudly moaned and whimpered until Elvis suddenly pulled his fingers out.

"daddy!" You whined but quickly got shut up with the two fingers he shoved in your mouth. You tasted yourself on him as you sucked on the fingers he had previously shoved in you.

"I think its time I finally fuck you like the little slut you are." He darkly chuckled in your ear before pulling his fingers out of your mouth and hovering over you. "Y'know I was just gonna leave you here all wet and needy.." His hand reached up and toyed with the strap of your dress, slowly pulling it down. "But I can't be that cruel to my babydoll.." He straddled over you, he had one knee on either side of you, and finally pulled the dress off of you. Your bare breast popped out, and he groaned just at the sight of you. "Shit." He pulled the dress fully off of you, and you laid there fully naked under him.

Your immediate instinct was to cover your breast with your arms but Elvis was quick to pull them away. He pinned down both your wrists with both his hands and leaned down, trailing kisses all over your neck and chest. His lips reached one of your nipples, and he began sucking on it, his teeth grazing over it as you whimpered. "daddy, please." You whined.

Elvis picked his head up and tilted his head. "Ya' gonna keep quiet or should I really leave you here wet and horny all night, huh?" He snickered as you quickly shook your head. "No! i'm sorry!" You apologized, knowing Elvis would keep his word. He just chuckled and went back to sucking and teasing both your nipples. Elvis finally let go of your wrist and slowly kissed his way down to your cunt. He kissed both of your inner thighs before he licked your clit. You moaned and your hand reached for his hair, pushing him down.

"daddy!" You moaned out and he licked and sucked on your clit and entered a finger into you, quickly adding another one as they both easily slipped in and out. He pumped his fingers faster, sucking on your clit, your legs started trembling, and you felt that familiar feeling overcome your body. "daddy, I-I need to-" Before you could finish, Elvis pulled his mouth and fingers off of you. You gasped, "daddy, no! please, I-I have to!" You cried out.

A smirk grew on Elvis' face as he watched you cry and beg for him. "Since ya' want it so damn bad." Elvis grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance. He easily slid his tip in, and he groaned. "Fuck- Shit-" He grumbled as he slowly inched himself inside. "It's gonna hurt, baby." He reached a hand up and moved a few pieces of hair out your face. You hissed in pain the more he inched inside. "You good?" He grunted, pausing his movements. You nodded, and a few tears streamed down your face. He kept going until he bottomed out, and you both moaned out. You both breathed heavily, staying still for a moment before Elvis began slowly thrusting his hips. You whimpered at the burning sensation, but it quickly turned into pleasure.

"daddy, you feel so good." You closed your eyes and threw your head back. Your hands gripped tightly on the bed sheets. Elvis grunted and mumbled a bunch of curses as he sped up his movements. You loudly moaned, "daddy!" You cried out. "I-I don't thi-think I-I can last long!" You stuttered between moans.

"It's okay, baby." Elvis panted, feeling himself getting close as well. He felt you squeezing around him, and he let out loud moans. "Cum for me, honey." He moaned out, and with those four words, you came undone. You squeezed around him as you finished. Your mind was feeling fuzzy as you were nearly seeing stars from how intense your orgasm was. Elvis fucked you through your orgasm until he couldn't hold back and pulled out of you, pumping his hands on his cock and swiping his thumb over his tip until his cum came squirting all over your stomach and chest.

He collapsed next to you on the bed as you both caught your breath. "That.. felt so good, Elvis." You panted, turning around to Elvis who was already staring at you with a soft smile. He reached over and placed a kiss on your forehead. "I love ya, little." He whispered. You smiled, "I love you too, baby." You kissed his lips.

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis x reader #elvis imagine #elvis fans #elvis smut #austin!elvis presley x reader #smut #elvis fandom

[ephiesoul]

Hi Hii! I know I'm EXTREMELY late and I am so so sorry, 2024 is kicking me (and I'm sure a lot, if not most, of us) against a curb, so I understand if you can't get to this request in time or at all especially since it's on such short notice <3 If it's alright, my birthday is on March 5th, and my absolute favorite little guy is Head Engineer Mark! I love all sorts of blues, even yellows, with the thingies I like most being space, dogs, and games (god I love horror games so much, but if it doesn't mash well I also like the ocean and flowers, specifically blue hibiscuses and forget-me-nots). I also really love drawing, although digitally (me and paper don't get along). Again, I'm so sorry for being late and if this is way too long, I've been nervous about asking for and about the birthday event. But that aside, I love your chibis and adore how you improved overtime, hope ya have a fantastic day (and some delicious food, you can never go wrong with that one) and keep up the amazing work!! 🩵💛

Nonsense my friend! if you were extremely late would I have been able to draw 4 different Engineers catered specifically to include everything you mentioned? I think not. ❤️

I hope you (and everyone else) is never nervous to ask for a Chibi, I assure you I’m actually quite friendly ❤️ Thank you very much! You’re to kind. 🖤

🖤 Best wishes, I hope 2024 begins treating you more kindly. Have a Stupendous birthday! 🎂🎉

#chibi #fanart #chibi art #art #markiplier #markiplier fanart #in space with markiplier #happy birthday #have a lovely birthday #do I make people nervous? #I’m really nice tho #head engineer mark #iswm #can you guess the 5 horror games/characters I’m referencing with the plushies?

[gnpwdrnwhiskey]

New in Town

Pairing- Jack Daniels x f!reader SunDrop

Word Count- 950-ish

Warnings- I'm really shit at this, but none that I am aware of? some swearing, reader has a nickname but no mentions of physical appearance

Author's Note- This is a continuation of the events in Compromised but you probably don't have to read that one if you don't want to. Big thanks to @wildemaven-prompts for the lovely moodboard prompt and my buddy @wildemaven herself for encouraging all this Jack nonsense 😂

You look up as the bell over the door rings, ready to greet your customer like usual but most of your customers don't look like this one. They don't stop your heart or fill you with a blinding rage like this one.

He's in his standard day off clothes- tight jeans, crisp white tee, black leather jacket even though it's close to 80 degrees out there. He's your worst nightmare and favorite daydream all wrapped up in one tantalizing package.

"Jack."

"Well hey there, SunDrop. Fancy meeting you here."

You don't realize you've said his name out loud until he looks in your direction, hooking his aviators on the collar of his tee and offering up his trademark smirk.

"What are you doing here? You know what, nevermind, I don't care. Just get out," you say, rounding the counter and trying to herd him back out the door.

You might as well be trying to move a statue. Has he always been this solid? And smelled this damn good? Whatever. No time for that now.

"Aww, that's no way to treat a new customer is it, honey? I heard this was the best place in town for a cup of coffee and a lil something sweet," you can see the amusement twinkling in his deep brown eyes. The bastard, he's enjoying this. "You remember those apple fritters you made that one time in New York? You don't happen to sell those here do ya, darlin?"

Oh God, do you remember. Jack's absolute dream of a kitchen, the smell of apples and cinnamon filling the air, the coolness of the countertops on the back of your thighs, both of you sticky and sweet from glaze before Jack was satisfied and carried your boneless body to the shower. You hadn't been able to even think about baking without feeling your skin flush for weeks.

"No, absolutely not, no," You spin and point at your sister as she steps up to the counter. "Do not serve this man, he does not deserve pastries."

Jack has managed to catch your flailing arm with one hand and wrap his other arm around you, pulling your back flush to his chest, leaning close to whisper in your ear and you hope to God he misses the shiver that goes down your spine but somehow you know you're not that lucky.

"You're making quite a fuss, darlin. What do you say we take this conversation outside, hmm?"

You only barely stop yourself from stomping your foot in frustration - hadn't you been trying to get him outside? - but you do elbow him in the chest before slamming out the front door, the bells tinkling angrily behind you as you march out of your family's bakery.

By the time Jack catches up to you, still absently rubbing at his chest, you're pacing in tight circles in the employee parking lot behind the building.

"Why are you here, Jack? Fucking up my whole entire life once wasn't enough for you?"

"You have to know that was never my intention. I never once thought they'd fire you. I just needed--"

"Needed me off the case, I know," You interrupt. "I get it, it worked, mission accomplished. You got what you wanted, you even told me not to tell them, but it didn't really matter to you either way did it? It was nothing personal right?"

"Oh, SunDrop, it was definitely personal."

You ignore whatever implications that statement might hold and roll right on with your rant.

"And that's fine, New York was one thing but this is my home, Jack. This is my family. You can't just come here and what...what even would you do...why would you try to mess things up for me again?"

"You done yet? Got it all out? Can I talk?"

You cross your arms and glare at him, giving him a sharp nod.

"A lot happened in the last six months, sugar. I'd be glad to explain it to you if you'd do me the honor of joining me for dinner? I hear there's a real nice steak house just down the road."

You absolutely one hundred percent cannot believe this man. And you tell him as much.

''Hell will freeze over before I go anywhere with you again, Jack Daniels. So whatever your explanation is, you can take it with you when you leave."

"Well, there's just one problem with that," Jack rubs the back of his neck and gives you his best aw shucks grin. "See, I was in need of a job and it turns out your uncle- the sheriff, real nice fella by the way, is in need of a deputy and seeing how I do have experience in law enforcement and this seems like a real nice place, I accepted his job offer just this morning."

Your arms drop to your sides as you stare at him in disbelief.

"You're fucking kidding me, right? Tell me you're kidding me, Jack!"

"Aww, it ain't as bad as all that is it, sweetheart? We could do it right this time. If you'd just give me a chance." He steps in close and drops a kiss on your forehead before putting his aviators back on and turning to go. "I sure have missed you, SunDrop. Be real nice to catch up, I'll give you a couple days to think about that steak dinner."

"I want the steak AND the lobster, asshole!!!"

This time you do give in to your temptation to stomp your foot. And possibly scream through your gritted teeth. He doesn't stop or look back, but the sound of his laughter floats back to you and you already know you're doomed but you refuse to let him have the last word.

#jack daniels fanfic #jack daniels x female reader #wildemaven prompts #wildemaven prompts week 9 #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[queenlucythevaliant]

russian opera recs???? please??????? I want to broaden my horizons

I am so excited that you're interested!!! You are in for such a treat. 

I did a write-up of my favorite Russian operas yesterday evening, which is here. I gushed a whole bunch about my faves and recommended a handful of specific tracks on Spotify to get a feel for things. So definitely check that out.

Buuuuut since you've given me another opportunity here-- let's talk about the New Russian School. This is the music of Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky-- what they and their characters listened to. 

The New Russian School was a 19th century movement among composers to create a distinctly Russian style of music. It was spearheaded by the Mighty Five, a group of five composers including my beloved Modest Mussorgsky (my top two on the opera post are his work). But they didn't just write operas! They also wrote parlor songs, symphonies, ballets, marches-- you name it. If you want to get a real feel for Russian music, this is where you start. Some highlights:

- All of Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition is wonderful, but “The Great Gate of Kiev” is just grand and magnificent and magical in all the best ways. I swear, it makes me want to weep for joy.

- "The Field Marshall," part of Mussorgsky's Songs and Dances of Death, is sung from the perspective of Death riding through a battlefield after a battle. It's everything you want from that evocative premise.

- "Russia," Mily Balakirev is a symphonic piece that's meant to try and encapsulate the Russian identity. It's beautiful: moody in places, sprightly in others, dramatic, languid, mercurial. Surprisingly good study music, somehow? 

- “Islamey” from Balakirev’s Oriental Fantasy is reasonably well known in the West, but it’s so much fun. That’s all I’ve got to say about it. It totally slaps. 

- “The Lark” from A Farewell to Petersburg (also Balakirev) is just so sweet and sad and delicate. It settles my heart so wonderfully.

- Rimsky-Korsakov's Russian Easter Overture is just glorious. It's the sort of music that grows in beauty and hope from its first strains. It's sunrise on Easter and everyone waking up and getting dressed and going to church. It's mounting excitement of Easter morning and the joy of celebrating the Resurrection.

- Parlor music! You know how in Tolstoy novels a character (or several) will sing something at a private party or gathering? That’s this stuff. Alexander Dargomyzhsky’s is some of the best. I quite like “Enchant Me, Enchant” because I can so easily imagine Natasha singing it. “The Old Corporal” is quite good too. Full disclosure, I mostly listen to Dargomyzhsky while thinking about Tolstoy novels ;)

- A wonderful cello nocturn by Alexander Borodin. Mournful, but with moments of joy and lightness. Perfectly balanced. My mom really likes this one.

Oh goodness, Cesar Cui is the last member of the Mighty Five and I can’t think of anything of his that I really love off the top of my head. So sorry Cesar! I should listen to more of your stuff.

-Tchaikovsky came after the Mighty Five, but was definitely a product of the New Russian School and I need to talk about his Sixth Symphony. His Sixth Symphony (called Pathetique) is popular in the West, but not many know the story and significance behind it. Tchaikovsky was coming to the end of his life and old St. Petersburg was coming to the end of its. Pathetique quotes from the Russian Orthodox funeral service. Its last movement incorporates De Profundis, a prayer for the dead. The Symphony is beautiful and mournful and, when it premiered, the curtain fell not to applause but to weeping. The Grand Duke Konstantin Konstantinovich ran up to Tchaikovsky crying "What have you done? It's a requiem, a requiem!" Ya know that scene in the movie Amadeus where Mozart writes his own death mass in bed and then dies? Yeah. Except in a way, this was a requiem for the Russia that died with the revolution as well. Tchaikovsky was a lot like Akhmatova in that he looked at Old Russia with nostalgia before it was even gone.

Bonus: I like bombast. Here's Glinka's Patriotic Song. Glinka predates all these other guys, but he's wonderful and really deserves to be better known in the West. In Russia, he's like their Mozart.

Between this and the opera post, I hope I haven’t overwhelmed anyone. During quarantine, I used to go for drives with my mom and sister basically every day. Occasionally, I played my Russians and my mom’s response was “this makes the pandemic feel a lot more epic, doesn’t it?” 

#i could go on #just. Russia man #russia where are you flying to? #how can i keep from singing #ask me hard questions

[bestbonnist]

YAS! My not-so-subtle hint was a SUCCESS!

For Character Ask Game: -

Fushi (duh): Q2, 3, 5, 6 (I know you answered this in Discord before, but! Maybe others will like to hear about it?), 7, 8, 11 (HAHAHA I KID, I KID), 19, 23 (I ask because I lowkey think yall have a whole treasure trove of manga panels in your local storage, and you're our manga provider and a temporary translator. You've gotta had a fav!), 24

Lefthand Nokker: Q1, 9, 12, 14, 18, 19, 24

The Beholder: Q1, 2, 3, 10, 18, 19

I hope it ain't too much. Nah who am I kidding, this is a lot. But hey, it's

the Non-Human-in Origin Trio!

Fushi

Favorite canon thing about this character?

That they lie all the goddamn time. The expectation for a protagonist like Fushi, who has this sympathetic, innocent quality, is that they're an honest person. But Fushi loves lying to themselves and everyone around them. Fushi doesn't necessarily need to be truthful to be a good person, although they do need to be truthful to have good relationships. I think that's very interesting.

Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Maybe the fact that their usual body is considered good looking. How is that relevant + who cares.

What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA. I don't know why! It just reminds me so much of Fushi in the present era and their relationship with March.

What's something you have in common with this character?

I can relate to their feeling of isolation from everyone else, particularly how they don't think of things in the same way as other people. Seeing Fushi have the same experience as me is reassuring.

What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

When people give them bubble tea. It's nice! They deserve a little treat.

What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Ship them with Kahaku. I'm well aware that I'm throwing stones from a glass house considering I also ship them with Kahaku (kind of), but. It's like people are incapable of liking the ship without turning Fushi into an entirely different person. That is not the same guy.

How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

That's really tough. Maybe their relationship with Bon? Because of the role Bon played in the Renryrr arc, his relationship with Fushi is a lot colder/more professional than their relationships with their other friends. Even in the present era, they're still more comfortable going to Bon for advice than going to anyone else. I actually really like that, I just wish the change was acknowledged by either of them. Because it connects so well to the theme of the present era about letting go of the past, and making a move towards peace: Fushi and Bon's relationship is a remnant of high stakes of the Renryrr arc. Should they change it, or does it work fine the way it is?

Favorite picture of this character?

I do have a treasure trove of Fushi panels. My computer is lousy with screenshots I've taken and forgot about. I think my favorite is from volume 14's inside cover.

Look at their expression! Look at the color contrast between Fushi and the Beholder enveloping them! I love it when we get Fushi's whole body, because then we can see their posture. They slouch a lot :)

What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Yato from Noragami. You've read Noragami, right? He was created to fulfill the wishes of his father figure, he's an immortal god, and he's tasked with destroying creatures that prey on humanity's weaknesses. In Noragami, there's also the possibility that Yato's living friends could have their memories of him severed, or they could lose those memories of him after they die. It's the reverse of Fushi's situation, but there's still stuff going on with memories so I say it counts.

Left Hand

Why do you like or dislike this character?

I like it, because it serves as such an excellent foil for Fushi. When Fushi's trying to reach a peaceful solution with the knockers in the present era, the left hand is there to try and drag it back down. It hates Fushi so much, it cares more about Fushi suffering than the knockers' entire reason for existence. To most of the knockers, these two things are indistinguishable, but the left hand wants Fushi to destroy the knockers instead of cooperate with them because that means Fushi will lose.

Could you be roommates with this character?

No... well, I could. The left hand would probably be a great roommate until it killed me in my sleep and replaced me with a knocker.

What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Not really sure if this counts as a headcanon, it's more like a theory. I think the left hand will get an actual name by the end of the manga.

Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Not sure what it's called but I like the idea of the left hand wearing a lot of jewelry and mismatched layers of clothing. Because the two characters it's closest to, Fushi and Mizuha, are both collectors of very different types of things. Mizuha collects medals and trophies and trinkets that are bright and shiny. Fushi collects things that most people wouldn't find any value in, like mud balls. So I think the left hand would be a type of collector too. And I would like seeing that reflected in their outfits somehow. I mean, Mizuha has a home to display her stuff in, but the only place the left hand has is whatever body its in. So wearing a bunch of its stuff might be a way of making that body feel like home. But that's all just speculation.

How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

With Yuuki. That's the only relationship the left hand has with anyone in canon that's even remotely good.

How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

With Mizuha. It's not dislike, per say, it's more like they were together for so long but we have no idea how they interacted with each other. What they thought of each other. To Mizuha, maybe the left hand was only a tool, but what about what she was to the left hand? I find it hard to believe that the left hand didn't care about her at all when it's got the same Kahaku issues as Fushi. And we saw how that turned out.

What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

The only one I can think of is Orokappi from After God. They both take on a human form in order to infiltrate human society, and then start to resemble a human on the inside as well. He even makes the same pose as the left hand when it traps Fushi underneath it (which it does twice during their fight) when he's trying to kill his friend. Orokappi is a little less... sophisticated than the left hand, but he's no less of a complex and interesting character.

The Beholder

Why do you like or dislike this character?

I'm kinda neutral towards him honestly. I've defended him to people who don't like him very much, but he didn't get enough development for a character of his importance.

Favorite canon thing about this character?

I like how he just disappears when he loses an argument. It's really petty. In the time when he just seemed like an omniscient, uncaring god, it made him feel more human.

Least favorite canon thing about this character?

I guess I expected him to play a bigger role in the present era, so it was disappointing when he didn't. He was still there quite a bit though, despite his insistence that he didn't want to be involved. I think I would have liked to see how and why he decided to save Tonari and everyone else at school, instead of just "well, I've been human for a while now, so I guess it's having an affect on me," which is what we got. That's a big turning point for Satoru. It's the first time he's actually intervened in anything instead of acting as an observer. But it feels like he went from point A to point B with nothing in between.

Could you be best friends with this character?

I tend to stick to people I find entertaining for whatever reason, and he's definitely entertaining. Maybe that would eventually become a close friendship. But probably not.

How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

... Sumika? It's sweet how Satoru can just be a normal kid with her, even before he loses his memories.

How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

I think the closest to "don't like" would be his relationship with Fushi. I have sympathy for him but he's a terrible father figure.

#lyn since you like non-human characters i would recommend checking out the after god manga i really think you would like it #fumetsu no anata e #to your eternity #to you the immortal #fnae #tye #fnae spoilers #fnae anime spoilers #fnae manga #fushi #immo #the left hand #the beholder #satoru #orginal post

[safyresky]

Bernack! Fusion Lawyer

A late night treat for u all that I promised AGES ago, please enjoy the most unhinged instalment of Fusion AU: Bernack (have yet to think of a decent name for them u just cannot mix Jack/Bernard's names it just does not work. Jernard? BACK?!?!?!? BARACK? OBAMA?!?!?!?!!?!?!?), Fusion Lawyer.

I have barely edited these notes. I have only made them legible (3am Dani has bad spelling which is funny bc it's already atrocious with how fast I type) and I am NOT joking about the time this was originally written at:

Please note that these are like BARE BONES ideas. LORD KNOWS (now that I have reread it) if this is still the situation I'd have fucking bernACK appear in, but A TREAT FOR U ALL ANYWAY. I HOPE.

AHEM. Let's begin.

It starts with a dare to Jacqueline, with love, ur horrible friend Charlie

they're chatting about some odd and strange magical things, and Charlie cracks a joke about Leprechauns and gold

to which Jacqueline replies "dude. that's legit. And you know gnomes? garden gnomes? yeah they're accurate to size you see in stores and they constantly throw hands with the leprechauns about who owns the gold

Charlie is like. ur fucking me

Jacqueline's like I am NOT! I will even bring you over and SHOW U

Charlie's like BET!

And Jacqueline goes AIGHT CHOOSE A DAY

Anyway Charlie ends up being unavailable but he has activated his pal's trap card and Jacqueline, of course, hunts down Elle

"hey dude," she says, once she finds Elle. "wanna go stake out some gnomes and leprechauns so I can win a bet against Charlie?"

And Elle is like "It's March. OF FUCKING COURSE I DO. Nothing's happening round these parts rn let's fucking GO BESTIE

So off they fuck!

And after a very strange series of events, Elline is around, and she is fucking RUNNING from the leprechaun authorities bc they think she is stealing the gold

She fails and is captured by them

They think she is a gnome spy

Elline is like "I'm really not? I'm a sprelf, and I'm just tryin to prove a point to my horrible friend Charlie who constantly makes silly challenge bets with me and they end up like this

which is funny bc we're always like "wow our legends need to stop having silly contests that end with trouble"

"I'm half hypocrite on the sprite side"

ANYWAY

Elline is like really I'm not a spy. not a gnome spy. i swear. i dont even want the gold. i get paid v well and have so much pirate treasure it's fine honest

and the leprechauns are like THEN WHY ARE YA COMING OVER FROM THE GNOME FRONTIER?!@?!?!

GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN INNOCENT, they say, and LOCK ELLINE UP IN THE JAIL. TM.

Elline is like.

This is a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation dot jpeg

MEANWHILE, AT THE POLE...

Charlie runs into B, who's like, hey, have you seen Elle?

And Charlie's like maybe! I think she's out with Jacqueline. See, Jacquie and I were gonna do a thing, but I had another thing, but I finished the thing early and was going to call Jacqueline out on the gnome and leprechaun thing, but she's not around at all

and nor is Elle! So I'm guessing she took Elle with her instead!

Bernard, knowing full well how those two magibeans be: oh FUCK

Prior to this, Charlie ran into Jack who was like hey junior. you seen Jacqueline around

and he said the same thing to Jack!

Jack, also knowing full well how those two magibeans be: OH FUCK

are they talking about elle/jacquie or the gnomes/leprachauns? we'll never know (it's the latter but this works for the former too I am realizing)

SO. JACK AND BERNARD KNOW ALL ABOUT THE NONSENSE AND ARE LIKE AH SHIT

BOTH OF THEM CONTACT ELLINE (u know. telepathy/magical legend/legate link) LIKE "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GO CANVAS THE GNOMES AND LEPRECHAUNS ????

And Elline is like I HAD A POINT TO PROVE

ANYWAY. I'M IN JAIL.

CAN YOU COME GET ME?

And so Jack and B go ALRIGHT GUESS WE'RE GOING TO BAIL OUR LOVED ONES OUT OF LEPRECHAUN JAIL

so off they fuck and go to post bail and the leprechauns go oh no no NO. THEY are getting a TRIAL. We can't let the gnomes think we don't know. They need to know. They need to know we know their TRICKS.

Jack and B are like OKAY FINE BUT WE DEMAND TO BE THERE

And the front desk leprechaun goes "oh NO you do NOT. closed court, only the plaintiff, defendant, lawyers, etc. no visitors. unless ur their lawyer which i KNOW ur not. so BYE."

Jack and B are FUMING

B: I'm head fucking ELF I know enough about magibean law to be a LAWYER.

Jack: I WENT TO LAW SCHOOL

B: you did-you-what? why?!

Jack: long story. got bored, needed to make the law work for me, went to law school.

so anyway. some kinda crazy discussion happens for sure that ends in ELLINE NEEDS A LAWYER

ELLINE. THE FUSION. NEEDS A LAWYER

WE BOTH HAVE THE KNOW HOW.

IF WE FUSED WE COULD LAWYER THE SHIT OUT OF THOSE GUYS AND GRAB ELLINE

They're like this is batshit insane. absolutely crazy

but you know, so is leprechaun court, and gnome court???? gods forbid

they have a brief discussion about concerns given that when jack fused with elle, they had to get separated by force courtesy of berline, v scaring and scarring, very jarring, do NOT want a repeat of that

but in the end they can put aside their differences/worries/concerns bc their loved ones are in TROUBLE.

so they do it. they fucking fuse.

Enter:

BERNACK! FUSION LAWYER

you know slannen the elf from ella enchanted? yeah. That's basically bernack

he appears, he looks SO normal. It's actually surprising.

he has a briefcase

he knows a LOT about LAWYER STUFF

he is READY TO KICK ASS IN THIS COURTROOM AND MARCHES THROUGH THE DOORS

they are the ULTIMATE lawyer

they have the boston accent

they shove over some leprechauns like IM WALKIN HERE

they got that DANK HETEROCHROMIA IN THE EYEBALLS!

they go BACK to the front desk, put their card down (which somehow they have an official business card???)

"I'm here to represent elline. it's non negotioable"

and BARGES into the courtroom

Elline is like. WHAT AM I SEEING. WHAT IS THIS

And Bernack is like this is me slash us getting your asses out of LEPRECHAUN jail. this was so stupid. why did you do this.

I HAD A POINT TO PROVE

Okay shut up, don't say ANYTHING. let me do the talking

Elline is like. I am concerned about this but also, intrigued

She like. does the thing where u zip ur lips and throw away the key

Bernack is like good choice. Also, keep an eye on me, if this goes south we'll need to pull a jackington

Elline (unzips lips) how would u like your death

Bernack: the less memes the better

Elline, the meme loving fuck: i make no promises (rezips lips, folds hands, sits and smiles)

Elline is basically ready to stab That Bitch at any given moment, but also, living for the chaos that is about to ensue

and chaos DOES ensue

the trial is stupid. it's rigged. bernack has to run loop holes around loop holes around loop holes. That's okay tho that's his specialty, loopholes and clauses

there is an ace attorney reference. multiple maybe even

this is SPARTA reference that ends with Elline kicking someone

U WANT THE TRUTH U CAN;T HANDLE THE TRUTH moment

but ANYWAY the trial is beyond frustrating because the leprechauns are STUBBORN and WANT to make a big move like showing the gnomes their spy apprehended, and so finally bernack is like I am AT my LIMIT and snaps their fingers or something and suddenly, fire!!

YEAH. BERNACK HAS FIRE POWER.

Of course, Bernack immediately thinks ARSON?????

He's perturbed but also. Intrigued. And also, burning the courtroom sounds great at this point it's been HOURS

And Elline thinks back, thrice as loud, ARSON! BURN IT DOWN! DO IT! LET'S BUST OUR ASSES OUT OF HERE. AHHHH

You'll never guess what they do

FIRE. That's what

And they trash the courthouse and book it

They win the case by default

Bernack's like TOLD YA I'D GET YOU OUT OF THERE as something explodes

Elline's like DON'T LOOK BACK AT THE EXPLOSION

Bernack's like COOL GUYS DONT LOOK BACK AT EXPLOSIONS as he pulls out shades and rushes away without looking behind him

I don't THINK they'd need to be forced apart. Pretty sure Jack and Bernard would be like "I've had enough of this guy" and just like. poof back to themselves

But not before giving Elline a piece of their mind

ELLINE YOU FUCKED UP ALL THE SHIT

SO DID YOU

BUT IT WAS AWESOME

YEAH IT WAS!

they high five and get iced cream or something.

idk man.

I feel like these are the most chaotic fusions that could exist. Chaotic in positive???? ways?????

BUT YEAH

Anyway back at the NP Elline kicks down the door to Charlie's room like GOT UR PROOF BUCKO, AND WE GOT TO DESTROY A COURTHOUSE!

And Charlie's like ): NOT because he was proven wrong but bc he did not get to destroy things with them ):

and that's the story of BERNACK! FUSION LAWYER!

#dani speaks #fusion au #crystal springs #BERNACK! fusion lawyer #bernack #i hope u guys enjoy this snacky treaty #took me an hour to transcribe it #ANYWAY love the idea still #but concerned about stereotypes via leprechauns? #i cannot elaborate idk where it came from but man do i have to do some gd RESEARCH on lore and court rooms #and lawyering lol #BUT YEAH. Now any time a fusion gets in trouble bernack represents them #unless one half of bernack is involved in the shenanigans #which happens quite frequently tbh. jackie is notorious for shenanigans

[adamgant]

Week of workouts

Week of workouts https://ift.tt/JAt4W86 Sharing a glimpse of how I structure my weekly workouts. Hiiiii! How are you? I hope you’re having an amazing morning! We’re at Disneyland today and I can’t wait to ride all of the rides, eat Disney treats, and enjoy some fun memories with my favorite people. While I won’t be getting in any *official* workouts this week, I’ll definitely be walking 20k steps per day (minus the long drive home). For today’s post, I thought i’d share a little bit about what my workouts have been like lately and how I structure my weeks. It varies week by week, but here are some of the things I like to include: 3 strength classes – I’ll mix it up between F45, pure barre Define (my fave right now!), and Fit Team strength workouts (low-impact modifications) 1-2 hot yoga or barre classes (I teach barre every other week and do about 80% of the workout with the class) 1-2 cardio days on the Peloton and/or Sculpt Society (this link gets you a free trial on the app!) 1-2 days OFF Week of workouts Here’s what a week might look like: Sunday: OFF Monday: Hot yoga or power yoga Tuesday: F45 total body or Fit Team total body Wednesday: Peloton or Sculpt Society Thursday: F45 legs or Fit Team legs  Friday: pure barre (Define or Classic), or Pilates Saturday: Hike, Sculpt Society, or off I also walk Maisey every day (usually 1-2 miles around the neighborhood) or stroll on my walking pad during meetings You might notice that it’s not a ton of cardio, and not a lot of interval training. I FINALLY feel like I’m in a place where I’m able to push myself a little with cardio again. Cardio releases histamine – it was a trigger for my eyes- and can also deplete you further when you have autoimmune symptoms. I noticed last year that I couldn’t push myself the way I used to because I’d be sore and exhausted for days. I also got sick twice after very hard workouts, which was unusual for me. This kind of schedule has enabled me to stay active without overdoing it. It’s working for me right now 🙂 I’d love to hear how you structure your week of workouts! If you need help setting up a workout plan, I have a freebie you can download here. You can also try Fit Team free here! This is my full wellness hub with new strength workouts each month, a schedule for how to build your wekely plan (and substitute group classes), recipes, meal guides, educational modules, and playlists. Join the team here. Have a great day and I’ll see ya soon! xo Gina The post Week of workouts appeared first on The Fitnessista. via The Fitnessista https://ift.tt/djDX8eL March 27, 2024 at 06:37AM

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[whenlifegivesyousparklingwater]

Friday, March 22, 2024

Dear Public Diary,

I have finished reading Shadow and Bones. It was a good but basic YA fantasy book. 3.5/5 stars. I think I would have liked it better if I was ten years younger, but alas, I am not. Some books are meant for a certain age or a certain time of life, and most of the books I want to read are ones for which I am beyond the range. It was a fresh experience, though, to read something new. I haven't been able to do so these days. The books that I have read recently were those that are objectively mediocre but supplemented beyond reason by my sentimentality. Case in point, the Selection series by Kiera Cass. The books should not be evaluated through a critical lens or read beyond the age of 12, despite being a 13+ book. That is to say, the content level may be 13+, but the reading comprehension level and general artistry in writing are amateur enough that the book is difficult to appreciate beyond the concrete operational stage of development.

I'm about three-quarters of the way through the second book, Siege and Storm. It's a little boring, but I hope it gets better. I really do. I am not in a critiquing mood, and I am desperate for a sliver of joy to propel me forward for another dreary week. I know I will feel empty inside once I finish the last book in the trilogy, regardless of whether I liked the books or not. It's my greatest strength yet unraveling weakness to become so attached and love so fiercely, even if they are just random characters who neither exist nor know who I am. It's an odd concept, loving without any expectation of love back from the one you love. Not just people. I love lattes and expect nothing in return other than for it to just be a latte because drinking it in itself gives me joy. I wonder why humans are expected to provide in return. Perhaps it is the ability to provide something in return or the complexity of the human soul, which differs from formulaic concoctions at Starbucks. Kant would say it is morally wrong to use another human being as a means rather than an end itself. I agree, and I'm sure others understand this point as well, but so few people practice it. It amazes me how my treatment of sweet drinks is of more respect than how some people treat their fellow human beings.

I hope Alina will end up with Mal because of how pure the relationship is, loving one another with no teleological motives. I love Nikolai the most, and Alina's chemistry with the Darkling is the most heart-racing, but I think it would break something of me for Alina to not end up with Mal. Because if they do not end up together, what kind of message does that send? People defend sexual assault and morally wrong actions in books because they are supposedly pure fiction. Sometimes, the characters are not even human. But we cannot forget that these books are written by human authors for a human audience in the real world. Their books rely on advertising to the human audience's human senses. No book is without its real-life consequences, and we sometimes forget that. Authors (some more than others) would do well to remember. I am not referring to Leigh Bardugo here. I have read her Six of Crows duology, and I think the relationships in those books were beautifully executed. People obsess over smut in books and seem to devalue the books due to an unsatisfying romance between Kaz and Inej, but the book was much better for being this way, and no one can prove me otherwise. Those who believe sex is the only way to establish a painstakingly intimate connection between characters are wrong. Emotional connection may lead to sex, but writing a sex scene in and of itself does not create the emotional connections we so often associate with sex. But that being said, I hope I like the trilogy.

Yours truly,

RCH

#public diary #dear diary #personal blog #journaling #journal

[veeaxx]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/N: This is my first headcanon post so, I hope some enjoy it! My apologies if some are shorter than the others, and if some of the boys are ooc. I don’t have much experience in writing for these demon boys &lt;3

Edit, March 15, 2022: I changed some text fonts, re-did my character banners, and did some slight re-editing. ^^

—𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗:

• Lucifer doesn’t really have a sweet tooth himself.

• But the moment he saw you looking at numerous sweets and pastries while walking around Devildom, he realizes you have one.

• But after he finds out, he will find ways to spoil you sometimes.

• He likes seeing his s/o happy, right? So why not?

• He’d give you some pastries as a treat for receiving a passing grade, or taking care of his brothers! babysitter mc :]

• But, he would try to get you to stop eating sometimes though, he wouldn’t like you getting a cavity or a stomachache.

• He would also give your favorite sweets to you as gifts on special occasions!

• He thinks you look really adorable when you munch down on your favorite treats.

• You have to keep some of your treats in the fridge sometimes so you usually sneak out to the kitchen to eat some, but Lucifer is strict about late-night eating sessions.

• So he usually has to be on patrol at night to see if you sneak out, or just give your treats at night instead.

• Are you crazy, do you seriously want to mess with Lucifer's s/o? If you do, I hope you're ready for a lecture by Lucifer himself and a little chat from Diavolo.

• The way your expression changes when you see anything appetizing makes him smile slightly.

• You don't really notice it though, because you're too busy with your treats ^^

• "I suppose you can have one more treat before bedtime, M/C."

𝕸𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓:

• I'd say that the great Mammon has a little sweet tooth?

• But not as big as yours.

• He'd straight up be like: "Ya shouldn't be eating so much sweets, human! If ya keep doing that, 'yer gonna get yourself sick!"

• But, oh well. He's gonna spoil you anyway.

• Same as Lucifer, he gives you a lot of treats as gifts or rewards.

• However, he will probably be forced to buy treats sometimes especially when you're begging for him to buy you some while walking around Devildom. Even if he doesn't want to.

• Every time you eat something sweet, your eyes light up.

• And every time that happens, he can't help but blush. his brothers tease him about it.

• When you want to sneak out at night, you drop by his room.

• However he isn't very keen on how you woke him up at midnight.

• He has to help you sneak snacks from the fridge.

• You probably saw this coming, but you bump into Beel all the time.

• This usually ends up in very loud whispers, and eventually to the point where you're all caught.

• Mammon will come for anyone who judges you, promise.

• He seems like he hates how you munch on treats most of the time, but he secretly enjoys it.

• Seeing you smile whilst enjoying a tasty treat is enough to make him happy. And blush, of course.

• "Oi! Those treats won't make ya any better, y'know! Don't eat so much of 'em, human.."

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓:

• Levi was clueless about your love for sweets until he heard you squealing from.. The kitchen?

• He probably thought you were doing some nonsense that he didn't want to get involved in. But he checked in on what you were doing anyway.

• And he saw you, squealing over what seemed to be a.. Cupcake--?

• He was so confused.

• "Hah-? What are you doin-"

• Until he saw the appearance of the cupcake.

• It was a cupcake decorated to be a cat.

• "Levii!! Look at this cupcake~!"

• The demon stood there, silent. Sure, cats were present in most of the animes he watched. But he couldn't understand why you were freaking out ?

• You shrugged it off and took a bite.

• A bright smile appeared on your face. You clearly loved the taste of the newly-whipped frosting and the sweetness of the sprinkles around the edges of the cupcake.

• 'Oh. My s/o has a sweet tooth.' He thought.

• He gives you some treats as gifts, just like his brothers.

• If you're feeling down, he buys your favorite sweets and he shares them with you.

• Like Mammon, he'd help you sneak out to the kitchen.

• But he would sometimes sit out on that.

• If someone wants to judge you, Levi will say multiple anime quotes until they get annoyed and leave. lol same

• He likes when you eat to your heart's content, though.

• It makes him feel all fuzzy inside.

• "H-hey, M/C.. I saw some cream puffs and u-um.. I thought you'd like them.."

𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓:

• Satan was quick to find out that his s/o had a sweet tooth.

• It was quite simple for him to figure out, really. detective satan ;)

• He took note of how much you tend to smile after taking a bite of any sweet candy, pastry, etc.

• Which led to him giving you many treats on special occasions, or almost everyday.

• But like Lucifer, he usually gets concerned on much sweets you consume.

• A while back, he read a book of how the consumption of sugar-filled foods can harm your body.

• So he tries to get you healthier food options sometimes.

• When you munch on your favorite treats he tends to watch you, a lot.

• He can't help but smile when he sees how happy you are.

• Oh. And he may tease you about it sometimes.

• "You're always paying attention to those treats of yours, M/C. Is it possible for you to pay attention to me instead?"

• If you need to sneak out, he'll gladly do the sneaking (sometimes it comes with a price if he's feeling sneaky), Or just come up with a clever strategy to make sure you don't get caught by Lucifer.

• No one can comment anything mean about you, not when Satan's around.

• He probably gets you a lot of cat-themed pastries or sweets.

• He loves them, and you love them.

• "You seem to be quite feisty as of now, M/C. Maybe your favorite tarts will fix that?"

𝕬𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖚𝖘:

• He probably likes a fair amount of sweets, but says he shouldn't eat a lot of sugar-filled foods.

• He says it'll make him gain weight--And besides, those foods aren't good if you eat them too much.

• But you are a sucker for sweets.

• And he found out you were by a post on Devilgram about you and Luke baking together.

• So he planned to give you a gift basket, full of numerous treats to surprise you! ^^

• It's known that Asmo loves perfection (especially if it comes to surprises/gifts for his gorgeous s/o!) he can't stand seeing his s/o not enjoying a gift he gives.

• Afterwards, he surprised you with it.

• And he really did. He bought you heart-shaped chocolates in a box, delicious danish pastries, and many more.

• The basket was clearly heaven.

• Your smile widened at the sight of so many treats around you, as the the aroma of some pastries filled the room.

• When he saw your reaction, he said: "I'm sure you enjoy this, don't you M/C~?"

• He probably doesn't wake up at night because it interrupts his beauty sleep, so he gives you treats beforehand. dang, beauty sleep?

• But overall, he likes how you seem to crack a smile when eating. He thinks it makes you perfect <3

• I'd rather not judge Asmo's s/o..Just please don't, Asmo wouldn't like it.

• He also gets concerned when you eat a bit too much sugar, and offers you salads and other light foods afterwards.

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• "Oh M/C~ Why don't we spend some time alone for once? Besides, I have your favorite~!"

𝕭𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖟𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖇:

• Oh yes, a match made in heaven. hell? i dunno lol

• You both have a sweet tooth, besides Beel likes any type of food.

• He really loves how you just munch on treats half of the time.

• It reminds him of himself !

• He doesn’t really mind if you eat a lot of sweets, but he’ll step in when he needs to.

• “M/C, are you supposed to be eating this much?..“

• He gives you so much treats. his brothers tell him to stop sometimes..

• Especially if he’s eating something sweet himself, he’ll share it with you.

• He sneaks out to the kitchen all the time, and brings you along with him.

• You both get really happy when eating, the way you two connect is just, perfect.

• When Beel is on dinner duty, he tends to make a lot of sweet treats for you to eat.

• If you’re in a bad mood, or aren’t feeling well, he’ll give you the best quality treats in Devildom.

• He likes how you just smile brightly when tasting something you enjoy!

• When people judge you for eating too much though, he’s there defending you. There's nothing wrong with it anyway.

• You and Beel consider this as a bonding-time!

• Dates consist of you both going to cafés, or bakeries in Devildom to just hangout, have a doze of caffeine, or just eat something sweet.

• If there's a new treat/pastry he's found, he's definitely bringing it to you for a taste-test.

• Beel always has to let you have the first bite, he's a loyal man.

• You both definitely have an eating contest once in awhile

• Basically the best boyfriend if you have a sweet tooth ^^

• “Let’s eat, M/C.”

𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖗:

• He’s probably too tired to notice sometimes..

• But he does find out, eventually.

• He finds out when you’re hanging out with Beel.

• He thought his s/o liked spending time with his twin, nothing other than that.

• Until he scanned you expression whilst eating some chunky cookies.

• Your smile was wide as your eyes closed in delight. It was followed after a “Yummyy!!” afterwards.

• Oh, he realizes now. Yes, he does. Mhm, yep.

• He probably doesn’t spoil you all the time, but he does give you treats as gifts.

• He mostly gives them on special occasions, if you’re feeling down, or just randomly.

• He doesn’t really have the ability to sneak out, so he leaves Beel to give you food sometimes.

• Or he does it before he goes to bed.

• And when I mean ‘does’ I mean he leaves it by your door. like there’s not even a note, he’s too sleepy to write one 🥲

• He likes how you be yourself when eating treats but also gets concerned?

• I suppose he also tends to comment a lot when you eat.

• It’s mostly because of how similar you are to his twin brother, and well, he likes when you eat.

• He always seems to blush when you eat your favorite treats, like he tries hiding it and sometimes he succeeds, and sometimes.. Unfortunately fails--

• When your face lights up in delight, he feels content as he sighs softly.

• No one is judging you darling, no one.

• Overall, he loves that you have a sweet-tooth, makes you 10x cuter.

• “..M/C..“ *snores* “I got you these.. Treats..“

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I hope these headcanons weren’t too shabby! I apologize once again for some of the characters being ooc. But I hope this was enjoyable enough to read &lt;3

If this blows up (which will probably not happen--edit: well guess what happened idiot) I’ll do the side-characters! Excluding Luke, of course. Platonic content is all I'll do for the little angel.

If you have any tips or if there’s any errors, feel free to tell me! ✨

Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated~! 💜💜

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[hqamore]

boreal star ✵ chapter one

people cannot outrun their past, not even the all-powerful darkling. and it so happens that his past just arrived at the palace gates.

series genre: romance & angst

series pairing: [past?] general kirigan (the darkling/aleksander) x reader

word count: 1.6k

non-english words: durak (a stupid man, a fool) & dorogaya (darling, sweetheart)

note: hope all is well! i was surprised to actually see interactions with the preview, so thank you very much. if you enjoy what you read, a comment goes a long way in terms of encouragement! if you have any questions or see any issues, i welcome pms or asks!

here’s the masterlist

when you arrived at the palace gates, a heavy guard presence and a lengthy line came into your sight. various emotions were scattered amongst the people: anticipation, dread, and hope. the line crept forward, guards tossing out several individuals in the process.

“the palace grounds are not open to visitors! if you do not have official business and papers to vet you, get lost!”

there was a pause followed by a number of sulking ravkans excusing themselves, grumbling about the sun summoner. the guards shook their heads as they continued processing each person.

when it was your turn, the guard gave you a dead look as he scanned your frame. “did you not hear what i said, little one? no papers, no entry.”

you offered him a tight smile. “i may not have any papers, but i think you’ll find the alternative plenty sufficient.”

he raised an eyebrow unconvinced. you rolled your eyes before gathering your hands in front of you. suddenly, he began floating in the air. gasps littered around you. the other guards, seeing their comrade in the air, rushed over and pointed their guns at you. as you lifted your arms in surrender, the floating guard found himself quickly acquainted with the ground again.

you hummed. “a six out of ten on the landing. what d’you think, boys?”

“arrest ‘em!” the guard huffed, straightening himself. “then, alert the king. he’ll want to see this grisha for himself.”

you extended your arms and two guards dragged you with them. “alright, alright. no need to be so rough, lads.” they were unrelenting and marched you right onto the palace grounds.

well, there’s no going back now.

✵ ✵ ✵

you stared up at the ceiling in your cell when footsteps grew closer.

“get up,” commanded a guard.

you lifted your head and gave him a once over. “and for what?”

with the jingle of keys, your cell door creaked open. one of the guards stepped in with wooden shackles. “the king will see you now.”

“oh, lovely.”

a guard pulled you up and yanked your arms behind you, securing them in the shackles.

“you guys certainly like to use force. have you tried talking to someone about it? it’s not good form to treat allies like this,” you chattered.

ignoring you, they pushed you towards the stairwell. you lagged behind them as you took in the nostalgic walls of the grand palace. not much had changed since the last time you laid eyes upon them. it was just as boring as you had remembered.

when you entered the throne room, whispers faded. a guard pushed you onto your knees before presenting you to the king. “this is the grisha we spoke of, your highness.”

the king peered down his nose, expression unchanging.

“is it true you’re grisha?” he questioned.

you looked at him with a small smirk. “would you like a demonstration, moi tsar?”

the guards around you trained their guns on you. you glanced at them unimpressed as you continued, “i mean that with all due respect. i spoke the truth when i said i was grisha. i am only here to help ravka.”

the king rubbed his goatee. “i hear you made a man float. what does that make you?”

“an etherealki.”

“a squaller then?” he speculated.

you shook your head as your smile grew. “a gravity summoner.”

hushed conversations erupted at your words, confusion reflecting in everyone’s faces. the tsar leaned forward in his seat with intrigue.

“i have never heard of such a thing,” he said.

“i do pride myself on being one of a kind,” you drawled. “surely, you would like to see a demonstration.”

he waved an attendant over. “call a heartrender.”

then, he nodded to you. “you understand, don’t you? as king, you can never be too cautious.”

you bowed your head slightly, still maintaining your smile. “i’m honored you’d think of me as a threat.”

“i would be a fool not to,” he snorted.

before the attendant could make it out of the throne room, a dulcet tone spoke from behind you.

“there’s no need, your highness,” it called, sending shivers up your spine. “i came as soon as i caught wind of an unknown grisha.”

you feel the mass of two bodies approaching the king. you tensed as a black ketfa swept past you. met with a familiar silhouette, you held your breath and redirected your attention to the ground.

“though, i am confused, moi tsar. if the issue was about grisha, why did you not call for me?”

the king waved his hand and nonchalantly said, “i wanted you to focus on training the sun summoner. this is a minor issue. no more, no less.”

“i see.” the man nodded to the corporalki who fixed his sight on you. “ivan, listen to their heart and make sure—”

you heard his talking cease once his feet faced you. there was a brief pause. you inhaled deeply before lifting your eyes to meet his. in that moment, your mind raced.

he looks the same as the day i left him... except that cockamamie hair is new. hmph, he’s still stupidly handsome but also plain stupid looking. look at him trying to piece it together.

“general?” the corporalki called, pulling you out of your thoughts.

the darkling cleared his throat and ripped his eyes away from you to look at the guards. “unchain them please. we need to see what kind of grisha they are.”

the guards unlocked your shackles, allowing you to rub your chafed wrists. you pushed yourself up and studied him for a moment. “i should get on with, ya?” you asked.

ivan glanced at his general, concern furrowing his brows at his odd behavior. he returned his focus to you and nodded, raising his hands in front of him. “if you get any ideas… well, i’m sure you’re familiar with what a heartrender can do.”

you let out a mocking laugh. “you’d be surprised at what i could do before you could even start.”

instantly, you felt an intense pressure in your chest, making your knees buckle. the corporalki smirked as blood rushed to your temple. in your struggle, you scowled at kirigan before you centered your hands. you shoved your hands down, increasing gravity’s pull on the heartrender. the pain in your heart let up once he fell to the ground. you gasped for air.

releasing him, you shakily regained your footing and breath. “do not forget, durak, i am not the enemy. you would have already perished if i were.”

slow clapping drew your attention away. the king looked overjoyed.

“that was riveting! general, what do you make of her?”

you raised an eyebrow at his statement. “are you sure? i haven’t even done the fun part. i could do more like make everyone in the room float or...” you trailed.

when you peeked at the shadow summoner, you could see his tense jaw and closed fists. his dark eyes met yours before he turned to the king with a false smile. “i’m sure they will be a valuable asset to ravka with the proper training.”

the king let out a hearty laugh, “i’m sure they will! treat them as though you would treat me, general kirigan. i have a feeling they will win me more than just expeditions across the fold.”

both grisha men bowed and pivoted towards you. kirigan clasped his hand around your forearm before pulling you away from the room. your feet stuttered as you tried to match his pace.

“either slow down or let go of me!”

relentless, he continued to stalk across the courtyard towards the little palace. you tugged away from his grasp and planted yourself with your powers. he circled to face you, rage evident in his glare.

“leave us,” he commanded. without another word, ivan left the two of you.

i suppose he wouldn’t want to do this where there are others.

while he was pacing, you stood there silently and waited for his eventual outburst.

his eyes were closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. a heavy sigh left his lips, “where have you been, [y/n]?”

“shu han, actually. it was quite lovely and the weather was just—”

“saints! [y/n], do i look to be in a gaming mood?” he yelled.

you tilted your head and your lips quirked. “no? then, why act as if you had no idea who i was? were we not playing pretend? you seemed so into the game, general kirigan.”

he closed in on you, his gaze burning. he opened his mouth but no words left it. he gritted his teeth and turned away as his hands clenched and unclenched.

“it has been thirty years, [y/n]. why return at all?”

in a moment of confidence, you inched closer to him. your hands slid up his back, onto his shoulders. you leaned into his ear. “for you, my love.”

you let go and created space between you. he spun slowly, his features riddled with disbelief. “you still have feelings for me?”

breathy laughter escaped you. “feelings for you, darling? don’t be ridiculous. as if any of my past affections for you could bring me back to this over-glorified cage you’ve created. no, aleksander, i’m here to ruin you.”

his body tensed before an arrogant smirk set on his lips. he crept nearer. “ruin me? i’d love to see you try. you forget, dorogaya, i have an army. what do you have?”

“you. or, rather, i know how your mind works. i know your tactics, general. let’s see how you fare when i pick you apart from the inside,” you sang as you brushed past him. “now, come show me to my room.”

continue to chapter two? yes

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #general kirigan x reader #general kirigan imagine #the darkling x reader #the darkling imagine #shadow and bone fanfiction #grishaverse fanfiction #aleksander morozova x reader #boreal star

[nastybuckybarnes]

Hoist the Colours  -  2/3

Pairing: Pirate!Bucky X SeaGoddess!Reader

Summary: An encounter with the man you used to love lands you and your new crew in peril, stuck on a ship with the people responsible for binding you. And what they have planned for you is far worse than what you’d first imagined.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Kinda slow burn

Word Count: 4.3K

A/n: Second part of this mini series! inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End 

~*~

“Alright lads, you know the drill. I expect you back on the ship by dusk tomorrow.” The men of the king are more than eager to head to the longboats, wanting nothing more than to satiate their hunger for ale and whores.

The door to the quarters that you and Wanda share gets slowly pushed open, and Tony smiles brightly at you.

“Are you going to be coming ashore with us?” He asks, eyes hopeful. You don’t have it in you to say no, and you also can’t fight the nagging feeling that there’s something waiting for you here.

“Yes, we will. We’re ready now,” You say, smiling at him. He leads you out to the longboat and helps you in. There are a few other cremates already in the boat, waiting to be lowered to the shallow waters below.

You and Wanda sit beside each other, across from the men as they row you to shore.

Wanda looks at you, her eyes asking a question. You incline your head the slightest and she leans forward.

“You’re looking for something,” she whispers. You sigh and shrug weakly. “Something is coming to find me. And I must meet it.” She nods thoughtfully, eyes flashing from you to the docks up ahead.

As soon as the longboat is tied off, men on the shore are hurrying over to you and Wanda to help you both.

You accept the outstretched hand and climb up onto the dock, turning and waiting for Wanda to join you. As she comes up, a man’s hand strays too far south, and she hisses.

You grab him by the wrist, thunder clapping above you as you glare at him.

“You lay another finger on a woman without permission, and you’ll lose your entire hand. That is a promise.” He opens his mouth to make some sort of snarky remark but snaps it closed when he sees the tip of his fingers starting to turn black with the mark of death. He nods quickly and you drop his hand, watching with a stone-cold look on your face as his fingers return to normal.

The group of men who were so willing to help you quickly disperse as they realize that they aren’t going to get what they want from you or from Wanda.

“You ladies feel free to roam. I have no doubt that you can take care of yourselves. If you want to rejoin us, we’ll be leaving at dusk tomorrow.” You’re surprised at the offer, having thought that you and Wanda would have been forced to rejoin them.

“Thank you, Tony. For all you’ve done and for your kindness.” He smiles warmly at you and nods. “It’s nowhere near what you deserve, but it’s the best I could manage.” He offers you a small bow then heads off to drink himself into a coma for the night.

“Well. Shall we explore all that Tortuga has to offer?” You ask, extending your arm to Wanda. She grins and takes your outstretched arm. “We shall.”

~*~

Bucky sits in the pub, eyes roaming around the place for the millionth time as he tries to pinpoint your face amongst those of the strangers in the crowd.

A man plops down beside him, a cup of ale held loosely in his fist and a poisonous grin on his face.

“Barnes, good to see you again.” Bucky hardly glances at him. “Rumlow,” he says with a nod.

“What are the odds of me seeing you here, huh?” Bucky shrugs, sighing heavily. “What is it you want, Rumlow?” “Where’s your captain? I’ve got a proposition for you.”

“Over by the bar chattin’ up a dame. Go interrupt him, I dare ya.” Rumlow purses his lips and chuckles lightly. “A man of business, as usual.” Rumlow gets up from the table and heads over to the bar, giving the woman talking to Steve a smile before stepping between them, far too close for Steve’s comfort.

Bucky watches them, watches as Rumlow speaks and as Steve’s eyes widen. The eyes in question are suddenly on him, a chin raised up towards the ceiling, beckoning the dark-haired man to join the conversation.

Bucky gets up with a groan and heads over to the bar. Crossing his arms over his chest and looking at the two other men expectantly.

“There’s a ship of the King’s men here tonight, they leave tomorrow at dusk,” Steve starts, waiting for his friend to catch on. When he simply stares back at the blond, Steve sighs.

“We split the bounty down the middle if we help take the ship. Think about it, Buck. They’ve always got gold on those ships.” He shakes his head. Right as he’s about to open his mouth he hears a familiar note being played on the piano. It’s being played softly, so softly he has to strain to hear it, but he hears it no less.

Whipping around, his eyes search for the piano, and, more importantly, the person playing it.

“Buck?” Steve asks, concern lacing his voice. Bucky ignores him, pushing his way through the pub until he gets to the back corner.

His breath catches in his throat, heart racing in his chest as he sees the woman seated at the piano, playing the song that lulls him to sleep every night. His fingers instinctively find the locket around his neck, the one that plays that very same song, and he finds himself blinking back tears.

You can feel him behind you before he says anything, but when he whispers your name you can’t help the shiver that rolls down your spine. Your fingers continue playing but your posture stiffens slightly, the only indication that you heard him.

“Where have you been? We’ve been searching for you for so long.” This has your fingers freezing, and you slowly stand up.

You turn to him and he’s beyond confused and concerned at the betrayal and sadness in your eyes. Without speaking a word, you brush past him, ready to walk straight out of the pub and meet up with Wanda.

He grabs your wrist, urging you to stop, and you do, only to yank your arm out of his grip as if he scalded you. “Don’t you dare touch me,” you hiss, your eyes filled with rage.

His brows pull together in confusion, having absolutely no idea why you’re treating him this way. You turn away from him again and he runs after you, fighting the urge to grab you again.

“(Y/n) wait! Stop!” As soon as you’re out of the pub you feel better, the cool air doing wonders to clear your head.

“Where are you going?” You continue walking, grinding your teeth together as he follows you. His fingers just barely graze your shoulder and you whip around to face him, thunder crackling above you.

Clouds roll in, your emotions getting the better of you as a storm forms quickly overhead.

“You have no right to touch me. I should kill you for even looking at me after what you did!” He looks genuinely confused. “What I did? (Y/n) what are you talking about?” You chuckle once without humour, your eyes stinging with unshed tears.

“Don’t play dumb, James. It doesn’t suit you.” With that you turn and walk away just as the rain starts to fall around you, droplets splattering on your face as tears claw their way down your cheeks.

He stands there in the pouring rain, staring dumbfounded at your retreating figure while wondering what the Hell happened that you’re blaming him for.

“Buck? You okay?” He doesn’t look away from where you last were, his eyes having lost you in the downpour.

“She... I...” He looks over at his friend, eyes rimmed red. “What happened?” Rumlow asks, squinting against the harsh rainfall.

“I don’t know. She just... she hates me. I don’t even know what I did.” Steve pats the man on the shoulder. “After we lost you she went ballistic. Maybe she heard a rumour of something untrue and believes it? I’m sure she’ll come around.” Bucky shakes his head. The way you stared at him, utter betrayal in your eyes... he knows you far too well to believe that you’ll simply change your mind.

“Enough of that. Do we have a deal, Rogers?” Bucky looks over at the two men, confused about whatever deal is going down.

“The King’s ship is here. And they never travel without gold. The colours on this one lead me to believe that there’s an important man travelling for his Majesty. And you know what that means,” Rumlow explains, grinning at the metal-armed sailor. “Leverage,” he murmurs, mind still on you while he ponders the deal.

“The amount of Gold on a king’s ship, even if we split it halfway, would set us over for months,” Steve whispers. Bucky sighs then nods.

“Alright fine. Now which ship are you wanting?”

~*~

“Ladies! It’s good to see you. I’ll be honest, I was unsure if you’d be joining us again. But I’m glad you did.” You smile warmly at Tony then look back out across the open water, eyes flittering towards Tortuga in the distance.

“What did you expect to happen if not that?” Wanda asks softly, stepping beside you and keeping her eyes focused on the horizon.

“I thought he would be surprised to see me. And he was. But he acted as if he didn’t know it was he who caused this in the first place,” you whisper. She frowns but says nothing more, giving you the silence to think over your interaction with the man you used to love.

“Captain! We.. we’ve got some trouble it looks like,” Peter says hurriedly. Tony steps away from where he was listening to your conversation and glances to where the young man is pointing. Sure enough, coming up on the stern are two ships, each with dark flags waving.

Clouds roll in overhead quickly and Wanda’s eyes glow red.

“Pirates,” she whispers. The wind comes in strong, sending a few crew-mates stumbling as they run across the deck.

“They aim to plunder, they want nothing to do with us, unless they deem us of value,” you inform, gathering your skirts in your hands and marching over to Tony.

“We have no chance of outrunning them. And outgunning them... not even a hope.” He looks at you then up to the skies. “Can you not conjure something?” You shake your head. “Nothing more than a storm. But what aids us will aid them. We’ve lost.” He sighs heavily then nods, looking over at his men.

“What will they do?” Your eyes travel to the two pirate ships that are quickly gaining, trying to focus on the flags and determine which ships they are.

You incline your head slightly to the right and a gust of wind comes in, pushing their flags to the side. With wide eyes, you stumble back, the sight of the flags making your heart roar in your ears.

“What is it?”

You shake your head, the wind picking up as the rain starts to fall harder.

“We’ve got no chance,” you whisper, chest rising and falling rapidly as the ships grow nearer.

Wanda is by your side in an instant. “It’s them, isn’t it?” She asks, staring at the ships. You nod, grinding your teeth together.

“There is nothing we can do now,” she says firmly, taking hold of your arm to grab your attention. “Do not let them think they’ve won. They have not.” You take a few deep breaths, reigning in your emotions and clearing the rain. The skies stay grey, but the winds die down and the rain ceases.

“We’re going to be boarded, men. And when that happens we are to remain calm. They are pirates. They will take our gold, they may take our lives, but they will not ever take our pride! They will not strip us of the very thing that makes us men! We are strong and we stand for the King!” The men on the ship all shout their agreements, readying themselves for whatever fate awaits with the coming of the pirates.

Quickly, far quicker than you would’ve expected, you’re being flanked on either side by massive ships. One of them far too familiar. A home long forgotten.

You can see the pirates on either side, shouting profanities and grinning wickedly.

“Prepare to be boarded!” A man shouts at you. You look around at the men surrounding you and take a step closer to the back, burying yourself in the crowd as much as you can.

Pirates swing onto the ship, swords and pistols drawn and prepared for a fight. When they receive none they seem far too happy.

“Imagine my surprise when I see a ship of the King floating idly in the waters of Tortuga. Seemed too good an opportunity to be missed, right boys?” That voice... it sends a shudder ripping down your spine and darkness taints the sky.

You look up, eyes burning with anger, and you stare directly at the man who’s speaking. His murky eyes meet yours and he smiles a sickly grin, stepping down onto the main deck and pushing his way through the crowd.

“Ah, but you are not all men of the King, are you? No, some of you are much more valuable.” He stops when he’s in front of you, eyes raking over your figure.

“Yes. Some of you are far more valuable than mere men of the King.” He raises his fingers up to stroke your cheek and a clap of thunder shatters the silence. You glare at him in warning but he only chuckles, grubby fingers tracing dirty paths down your cheek.

“What are you going to do, witch?” He asks softly, stepping even closer to you. You say nothing, glaring up into his eyes with pure hate. He chuckles and right as he leans down to say something more you spit in his face. He flinches back then glares at you. He raises his hand to strike you but before it can come down, long fingers are wrapped around his wrist.

“No harm is to come to her.” You look over at the man, clenching your jaw shut so tightly you fear you may break it.

“Fine,” Rumlow spits, yanking his hand free from the blond man’s grip. “But we’re going to be changing course,” he shouts, pushing through the crowd to the poop deck.

“Tow the ship! And bring the prisoners aboard and shove ‘em in the brig. We set sail for Nassau.” Rumlow’s men are more than happy to start grabbing at people and chaining their wrists, stopping them from fighting and forcing them towards the edge of the ship where a plank is being laid down.

As men start crossing the gangplank to Rumlow’s ship, the man himself walks over to you and Wanda. Two men come behind him, each with thin metal cuffs in their hands.

“Hope you don’t mind, darling. Just a little precaution. Can’t have you using what little you have left to disturb my ocean.” The way he says it, with such smugness and certainty makes you want to pull his tongue right out of his mouth.

The cuffs are snapped into place and you nearly collapse. The remainder of your powers are stripped from you entirely, leaving you a mere mortal. Wanda inhales sharply at the sensation and you know she’s feeling just as terrible as you.

As the two of you are being pushed towards the plank, a hand lands on your shoulder.

“The witch will have my quarters. She has no place with the men of the king.” You wrench your shoulder out of his grasp and stumble away from him.

Rumlow watches in amusement as Bucky pleads with you with his eyes.

“As generous as an offer that is, I’d rather remain with the only crew who hasn’t betrayed or abandoned me,” you whisper harshly, glaring daggers at them. You cross the plank and are promptly shoved below decks, Wanda close behind.

You’re then locked in the brig with the rest of the crew, chest heaving at both the emotional strain and the physical one of having your powers drained.

Tony looks at you in complete and utter confusion, trying to piece together what he can, but he has little success.

You stay absolutely silent, back pressed against the damp wood of the ship.

Trapped and bound yet again by the hands of the same men.

~*~

“Once they reach Nassau they will look for the other ship of the King, try and find any leverage that they can. They are gathering far too many hostages, and we will be killed soon,” you whisper to Tony, a frown on your face as you peer through a crack in the wood. The ocean is rough, not by your doing, but you cannot help but feel as though the gods are on your side.

“Those men know you. Who are they?” Your bottom lip trembles and you take a few deep breaths. “One of the ships... used to be my home. The other is the reason why I am bound. Why I cannot access my powers fully. And there is only one man alive who knows how to strip me of my powers.”

He’s quiet for a very long moment.

“Why not just kill you? Why bind you?” He asks. You shrug, having asked yourself the same question. Because this, this fate that is now yours, is one worse than death.

“They mean to use you as a weapon,” Wanda says softly, her eyes closed as she tries to get used to not having her powers.

You and Tony both look over at her, waiting for her to continue.

She opens her eyes and looks between the two of you for a moment.

“By keeping you alive, your power remains on this earth. If they were to kill you, then your power would be lost, and that power is of great use to them. I anticipate that it will only be a matter of hours before you’re brought to the captain’s cabin and your purpose is discussed.”

Wanda is correct.

It’s only after the sun has set and night has taken hold that anyone descends the stairs.

“Cap’n wants you in his cabin, Witch,” a man sneers, yanking the door open and grabbing you by the wrists.

He’s awfully rough with you, but you pay it little to no mind, trying instead to focus on figuring out Rumlow’s game plan.

You’re forced into his cabin, nearly tripping over yourself in the process, but you regain your footing just in time and your eyes find those of your captor.

“I thought you would put up more of a fight if I’m honest,” he says, arms crossed over his chest as he looks you up and down.

You say nothing, mouth shut tightly and eyes focused on a scratch in the wall.

“Nothing to say? Really? I thought you would have some choice words considering your current predicament. Or are those words reserved for someone else?” A muscle in your jaw ticks and he grins, realizing he struck a nerve.

“It was he who told me how to bind you, how to strip you of your powers. He was there when we did it too. And yet he acts so innocent.” He stands up and walks over to you, circling you slowly, like a vulture.

“How does that make you feel? Does that... anger you? Does it make you hungry for revenge?” He stops when he’s in front of you, two fingers brushing gently across your jaw.

“Your wrath is something I’ve only ever dreamed of harnessing. And I can bring it back. You only need swear alliance to me, and you’ll be free from your bonds. You need only tie yourself to me, and your power will return.”

You look at him, face stoic and cold.

“I will not trade one set of bonds for another. Find someone else to do your bidding.” With that you turn on your heel, only to be yanked back to his chest.

“You will watch your tongue, woman, or I will cut it out. Do you understand?” You say nothing, but for the first time in a long time, you feel truly helpless.

“I am your captain now, and you will listen to me. Unless you would like to join all those that you have sent to the depths. And this time, you won’t have your powers to save you.”

You clench your jaw and tug out of his grip, glaring at him for a moment longer before turning and leaving his cabin.

“You will do my bidding one way or another, Wench! It is only a matter of time before you realize it!”

You’re ushered back below decks and shoved into a separate cell than before, successfully isolating you from the rest of the crew.

“That was brief,” Tony says cautiously, eyes on the retreating crew-mate before returning to your figure.

You say nothing, only close your eyes and pray for something as sweet as death to take you.

~*~

It’s hours later that you’re woken from your sleep, metal clanking together and hushed voices speaking quickly.

“Hurry now, before they wake up.” You push yourself into a seated position, watching in curious confusion as Steve and Bucky hold the cell door open, helping the prisoners out and up the stairs.

Only after they have the permission of Tony do they leave, and even then, the Captain and Wanda stay behind, each of them looking at you.

Upon realizing where you are, Bucky yanks your cell door open, holding his hand out to you.

“We must hasten, it won’t be long before they realize what we’ve done.” You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. Tony and Wanda leave their cell, lingering on the stairs and watching as you refuse help.

“Why would I exchange one traitorous pirate for another?” You ask rhetorically, your words like a slap across Bucky’s face.

“Buck, we need to leave. We don’t have time for this,” Steve whispers, gently pushing Wanda and Tony up the stairs.

You stare at the brunet in front of you, daring him to make a move.

When he doesn’t, you take matters into your own hands.

“What are you waiting for? Leave. It’s what you’re good at.” He doesn’t have time to argue, but your words cut him deep.

Against his better judgement, he turns and runs up the stairs, hating himself for abandoning you, but knowing that there are far more lives at stake.

The ship branches away from Rumlow's, heading West to escape him.

“We’ll drop you off at the nearest trade stop, but that is all we can do,” Steve says, looking across the table to where Wanda and Tony sit, each eyeing the goblets of rum in front of them.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” Tony asks, looking at Bucky. The pirate furrows his brows in confusion.

“You’re the one who got her trapped.” He’s beyond confused now.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He demands, metal hand clenching into a fist.

“Don’t act so innocent. You’re the only person alive with the knowledge of how to bind her to her human form, how to cut her off from the sea. And you act as though you’ve done nothing.” Wanda’s eyes glow red with her anger but Bucky is still confused.

“I-I never told anyone... She trusted me and I kept it to myself. Why...” He trails off, horror colouring his features.

“Steve, when Rumlow found me after I fell overboard, what did he say happened?” Steve ponders this for a moment then shakes his head.

“Just that they found you in the water. Nothing else.” The red slowly fades from Wanda’s eyes as she realizes what must’ve happened.

“Rumlow’s the one who wanted power all along. And he’s stopped at nothing to get it. He means to use her as a weapon to control and conquer the seas. He’s the one who bound her. He must’ve used your knowledge to bind her without you knowing.” The three men in the room are confused by her suggestion.

“Consider it. He has no recollection of the time spent away from the ship, and he is also the only one with the knowledge.” She rises slowly to her feet, red glowing from her fingertips.

“If you let me, I could bring forth the memories, show you what your mind is trying to forget.” He looks at her hesitantly for a moment.

“(Y/n) is a dear friend of mine. If what you are saying is the truth then I promise I will not harm you.” His gaze travels from her to Steve then back to her, a new determination in them. He nods once and then her fingers are hovering right by his temple, a red hue flowing from them.

His eyes slowly take on the same colour before rolling back into his head, his hidden memories finally being brought to the surface, the truth being revealed.

It takes a few minutes, but he finally reopens his eyes, anguish written on his face.

“She... Steve, we must free her.” Steve sighs, not knowing what to say.

“Buck, how are we supposed to do that? We need to free the crew before we do anything. We cannot risk all of their lives.”

“Rumlow’s knowledge may be enough to bind her powers to his ship, his command. The only way to keep the seas safe is to release her, and soon,” Wanda pipes in.

“My crew can wait. And any man who wishes to leave may take a longboat and find their own way.” The Pirates look at the King’s man for a moment before nodding.

“Very well,” Steve says, turning back to his friend. “How do we free her from her bonds?”

“The same way they trapped her in the first place. And to do that we must go to the island where she was born.”

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Fully Completely 2

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation.

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: Here’s part two and things are getting aggressive fast.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

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Chapter 2: Either it'll move me

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Usually your work kept you busy and if you were busy, you were content. Not that day. Not since that man ruined your lunch. You were so worked up that when you got back to the garage, you didn’t even finish your sandwich. You barely got anything done as what you did had to be redone in your distraction.

The night was little better as you planned to get the car done so the next time Loki bothered you, you could tell him to fuck off. If his headlight did come in before he left town, you’d send it down to Carl’s to have the work done. You would take the cost from what Bucky gave you to cover your time.

You were on your second coffee by the time you headed down to the garage, your apartment conveniently above as your existence was relegated to that single lot in Birch. At the bottom step you paused as you sipped from the travel mug and listened to the unexpected noise from behind the black door.

You locked all the doors at night, even that between the entryway and the garage that you kept propped open during the day. You stepped closer and tested the handle and bent to examine the lock. You glanced over at the painted front door and found that both had been picked.

Your fingers tightened on the mug. The last person to break into your garage, well, they weren’t around to bother you anymore after Jerome found out. You swung the door open and hauled the hot coffee across the garage towards the only sign of movement.

Loki sidestepped the splash, a few drops along his dark jacket, and continued to tighten and untighten the wrench. He looked at you nonchalantly and his mouth slanted. He shook his head as he let the tool hang perilously from his hand.

“Is this how you treat all your customers? This ungainly assault,” he peered down at the overturned cup beside his car.

“What the fuck are you doing in my garage?” you huffed as you marched over to him and reached for the wrench.

He gripped it tighter as you tried to snatch it from him and held you close as he sneered down at you.

“Two days,” he said “correct?”

“Tomorrow by my count,” you rebuked and pulled harder on the wrench, “not that it gives you any right to break into my garage and touch my stuff.” He let you yank the metal free of your grasp and you pointed it at his chin, “so leave or this time I won’t miss.”

He chuckled, barely bothered by the tool pointed at him as his green eyes sparkled, “your count is incorrect. I might be early but your work is due this evening so I will wait.”

“Not here,” you waved the wrench at him and grabbed his arm, “so get out and come back later then.”

His hand covered yours and he pried your fingers from him. He twisted your hand back and you gasped and swung the wrench with your other. You hit his shoulder as he raised his arm in defense and grunted at the sharp impact. He let you go and you swung again. He dodged and shoved you away from him.

“Do not presume to put your hands on me,” he warned, “you know who my brother is, that I associate with your cute local chapter--”

“I’m not one of them and I don’t report to them,” you snarled, “so get out now or you won’t be associating with anyone.”

“Mouthy little bitch,” he slithered, “you touch me again, or even attempt it--”

“I said get out,” you hit the hood of his car and left a dent, “It’ll be another day at least.”

His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. He fixed his jacket and sighed. He raised his chin and stiffly strode across the garage and through the black door. You followed feet behind him and made sure he continued outside. You cranked the lock behind him and listened to his footsteps crunch through the snow.

You might not report to Bucky and his goons but he was going to keep the rabble in line.

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It was just after noon but you knew Bucky would already be at The Asp. You ventured down the street in your heavy boots, your jacket flapping open in the wind as you were set on your destination and the conversation that awaited you. You nodded at the man who leaned a few feet from the door and sucked on a cigarette.

You entered and shook the snow off your lined denim jacket and kicked off your boots. You looked around at the mostly empty bar. You rarely went there as it was more trouble than you needed. The men were drunk and dirty and like many places in Birch, you just didn’t fit. You didn’t want to fit.

Bucky sat at his usual table, a woman you recognized beside him. She had been a year or two ahead of you in school and a couple behind Bucky himself. You knew she was his new girl but she never really looked happy about it. Knowing him, it didn’t surprise you. He always wanted more than he got.

You crossed to him and stood in front of the round table as his right-hand thug watched you curiously. You raised a brow at Steve and focused on the boss.

“We need to talk,” you said plainly.

“We do?” he asked genuinely confused, “I owe you something?”

“You do and you don’t. I’m not here about money,” you replied, “but it’s important.”

“Alright,” he pointed to the chair in front of you and gestured to his companions, planting a kiss on the woman’s lips before she stood, her lips slightly curled at the corner, and left you. He shifted in his chair as they went and nodded when he was ready, “sorry, if I knew you were on your way, I would’ve kept her in the back.”

You scoffed and shook your head. He was always obtusely arrogant. “I stopped fucking you, Buck, I don’t care who you’re with now.”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember,” he inhaled and placed his hand against the table, “so what is it?”

“This guy, Loki,” you began, “brought his car to me two nights ago.”

“Mhmm, I sent him down. I know I should come down myself but--”

“Please, you hate going down there,” you waved his words away, “it’s not about the car, it’s about him.”

“What about him?”

“He broke into my shop this morning. There was… well, I got a few licks in and for the sake of you I’ve held back but you need to keep him away from me. I’ll fix his car but I’m not dealing with him anymore. He’s a pompous asshole who thinks he can just do whatever he wants.” You stopped yourself, usually not one to go on at length, “he’s your… associate, as he would say it, so he can deal with you, not me.”

He considered you and pulled his hand back to scratch the stubble along his jaw. His blue eyes were intrigued if not surprised.

“He… coming onto you?” he asked.

“No,” you blinked at him dully, “no, he’s just annoying me. You promised me the shop would be my space. He picked my locks, Buck, so you let him know what’s what.”

“He’s new in town,” Bucky sighed, “but I’ll talk to him.”

“You better,” you stood, “because I don’t care about whatever business you got going on, the next time, I’m gonna pop his eye out with a--”

“Don’t be dramatic,” he snipped, “I’ll take care of him, alright?”

“You better,” you said as you backed away, “or you can find someone else to fix up your bikes.”

“Really? You know it won’t come to that,” he sat forward in irritation, “go, he won’t bother you.”

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The next day you looked over the front of the car. Aside from the cracked headlight, it was as good as new. You rolled up the garage door and took the keys from the hook. You drove the car out and steered it along the snowy street and parked just outside The Asp. You got out and headed inside to hand off the keys to Bucky with a promise that you would take care of the light when it came in as long as he kept Loki away.

You returned to the garage to close the door and checked the time. You were overdue for lunch and hadn’t been back to The Chipped Saucer since that eventful day. You were hungry and too lazy to climb up to your apartment and dig through your fridge. 

You crossed the street and entered the diner as Kimmie looked up from the harlequin novel she hid behind as she stood by the till. She marked her page and closed it before she grabbed the carafe from the machine and crossed to your table. She poured you a mug and confirmed your usual order.

There were a few of the older residents enjoying pie and coffee at the other tables but the snow still kept many in their own houses. You might try the strawberry rhubarb before you went. You didn’t indulge in sweets often but it smelled good.

Kimmie brought your sandwich and as you finished the first triangle, you were disturbed by the last voice you wanted to hear. You didn’t look back as the door chimed behind the new patron and you continued chewing as you once more reviewed the newsletter. 

To your chagrin but not unexpectedly, the figure appeared at your table side. You bit into the next portion of your club sandwich and ignored him.

“Hello, darling,” Loki sat across from you as he had days before, “I saw that you attended to my vehicle at last. Fine work, I must say. I do hope the headlight arrives soon.”

You said nothing and kept eating as you looked out the window and slid the newsletter aside with your other hand. You took the last gulp of your coffee and swallowed. You raised your cup and looked around, “‘scuse me,” you called out, “when you have a second.”

He laughed to himself and you felt his gaze on you. You pushed aside your uneaten crust and went about your meal as if he wasn’t there. When Kimmie refilled your coffee, he ordered a tea and a bowl of the daily soup. 

You barely withheld your grimace as you watched Babs across the street by her bakery. She dusted snow off the open sign before she retreated back inside.

“I’m pleasantly surprised by the food here,” he mused as he stirred a plume of milk into his tea.

“Can’t you take a hint?” you snapped, “I don’t want you near me.”

“Believe me, at first, the feeling was mutual, darling,” he said.

“I told you not to call me that,” you frowned at him directly and he smirked.

“I like the way it makes your eyes go,” he taunted, “admittedly, that first meeting I would’ve liked nothing other than to never encounter you again but the more I poke and prod you, the more intrigued I am.”

“If you don’t stop--”

“You’ll go back to Barnes, hmm?” he intoned, “yes, he did speak with me but I might enlighten you on one fact. The man requires my business more than a mechanic, especially as there seems to be healthy competition in town.”

“You have your car, you’ll have the headlight done, and you can be on your way out of town,” you growled, “and you can be far away from me. Whatever stupid game you’re playing at, I’m not biting. I meant it when I said I won’t miss--”

“Darling, this is not an invitation,” his eyes strayed from your face for just a moment and he considered the buttons of your flannel shirt, “a man like me doesn’t ask, he expects.”

Your eyes rolled so hard it hurt. You pushed your plate away and pulled out your wallet. You left your tab on the table and stood. You shrugged into your jacket and glanced out the window at the white main street.

“Whatever you expect, it’s not going to happen,” you rebuffed, “but I told you what you can expect if you come around me again.”

You left as you had days before and stormed across the street without looking. You dodged out of the way of a slow rolling Ford as it honked and you waved them off. You stomped up to the front of your shop and realised too late you were being followed.

You spun around at the door to face Loki as he slid to a stop. He grabbed your arm and drew you back from the painted wood. You hit his chest and he barely flinched as he flicked your chin with his finger.

“Oh, darling, let’s not drag this out, I do love that temper--”

“Get off--” you pushed him and he nearly slipped and took you down with him as his leather soles held no traction on the frozen ground.

He threw you back and you hit the corner of the doorframe and gasped out as it forced the air from you. 

“I promise you, it won’t last. I will damp out that flame and bask in the smoke,” he neared again and you kicked out. He fell to his knees as the force of it had you on your ass. 

You crawled away from the wall as he tried to stand and you grabbed onto his leg and pulled him back down. He slid back to his kneeS and gripped the collar of your coat. You hooked your arm around his neck and he jabbed your stomach, not as hard as he could, but a warning.

You brought your other arm up as you struggled to get a foothold and you managed to push you both back. You fell in tandem into the snow, your arms locked as he forced his fingers under them to keep them from snaking tighter. He was strong and you knew you could only do so much. You had to keep him on the ground.

He elbowed your ribs and you released him sharply. You rolled away from him as you panted and scrambled on your hands and knees. The frigid snow seeped through your jeans and burned your palms. You heard him behind you and you turned as you climbed to your feet unsteadily.

He was half-keeled as he got his feet set and his dark hair hung over his forehead as he glared through the strands. He stood straight and pushed back the mess of tangles and you faced him, ready for another brawl.

“Oh, this will be fun, darling,” he brushed the powder from his suit and his cheek twitched, “You needn’t worry about Barnes, you should be more worried about me.”

He puffed out a breath and spun swiftly, nearly slipping again on the icy walk. He headed back down to the street and you saw the tension between his shoulders as he pulled his jacket straight. He hurried across the road and you turned back to the garage.

It was a brief retreat, a chance to plot, you knew that much. You only had to outlast him and if you were anything, it was stubborn.

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Update

Hey I’m not gone! I’ve just been working out my notice in my old job and it’s been a lot of hours and then I got vaccinated and felt like death on my one day off 😖

So I will have the next chapter of An Inconvenient Affection up soon, I’ve got the first 3000 words of it written already, I just haven’t had the time to finish it. If it helps to know, it’s almost entirely fluff and smut 🥰

But as a little treat I wanted to show you guys what I had originally written for chapter 2 of this series. I wanted to make it more of a slow burn so I ended up scrapping it, but I thought I’d show you anyway

Alternate timeline under the cut:

“Well making drinks isn’t the only skillset a bartender possesses” he looks at her quizzically. “You gotta be able to talk to people, or let them talk to you I guess. It’s part of the appeal, getting people to trust you, to like you, and maybe a few drinks in you get them to confide in you, slip up and spill something if you’re lucky” she explains.

“You really have done this before” he raises his eyebrows in mock surprise.

“I told ya so, and on that note, tell me what’s on your mind, what brought you in here this evening?” She takes a dishcloth and begins to wipe up the little spill on the table. Spencer just lets out a small chuckle but stifles it when she looks at him. Her eyes are trained on his, awaiting his response.

“Oh! You’re serious.” He takes a beat, “Well, um, I guess my wife and I have been going through a bit of a rough patch lately” he tries his best to make it sound genuine, but something about the bubbles in the drink and Y/N in her sweats opposite him has him feeling a little giddy.

“Oh that’s terrible I’m sorry to hear that” she sympathizes quickly, encouraging him to keep talking.

“Yeah she’s been sleeping around behind my back, should’ve seen it coming really” he takes a long gulp from his glass, staring into the fizz at the bottom.

“What do you mean?” She probes, “Was she the town bicycle before you got hitched?” She says it as a joke but Spencer’s head just snaps up to look at her with confusion.

“What?”

“Everyone got a ride?” She wiggles her eyebrows as she explains and he can only roll his eyes in response, his face screwing up a little with distaste.

“No!” He’s quick to shoot it down, “Nothing like that!” He waves his hand to dismiss it before downing the remainder of his drink. “She was always out of my league” he says it with a shrug like it doesn’t break her heart a little.

“Spencer” she pleads, it comes out a sort of gentle whisper, “I’m sure that’s not true”

He shakes his head, “Nope, she always has been. To be honest I don’t even know why she liked me in the first place! She’s—” he takes a moment to think, “she’s so incredibly kind, and warm, and she’s so much smarter than I am” he smiles to himself.

“Well that’s definitely not right” Y/N says in an effort to derail him, Spencer’s tolerance for alcohol has always been bordering non-existent. She didn’t want him to say anything he wouldn’t feel good about later. But it was so hard to ask him to stop.

“It is, she’s just not one to gloat about it” he thinks for a second, “y’know what, she actually is one to gloat” he says it like he’s just realized it himself and Y/N lets out a small snort of laughter. “But that’s part of her charm too, she’s funny. The kind of funny that makes my cheeks hurt whenever we hang out.” His lips spread in a wide smile that reaches his eyes as he says it, just from thinking about her. “And on top of all of that, she’s pretty. Like so pretty that when I first saw her I couldn’t remember my own name” He goes to take a sip from his glass once again before noticing it’s empty. Placing it back down on the table with an over dramatic sullen expression. “Shame she had to go cheat on me, but it’s understandable I guess. She’s her, and I’m just—”

“An idiot” she offers and he starts to laugh, nodding his head, “don’t agree with me you fool!” She reaches across the table to punch his arm gently.

“You’re an idiot for thinking about yourself like that. Like you’re not the most special person. Like you’re not deserving of love, or attention, like you’re not desirable Spence” she reaches out to grab his hand and he just stares down at them, not daring to make eye contact. He had just humiliated himself by accident and had no idea how to walk it back.

“Y/N I—” he whispered but nothing else came out.

“Shut up Spencer” she sighed, “you’re my best friend for so many reasons and I can’t have you thinking about yourself like that” her words of reassurance do little to actually help him feel any better.

He felt like he’d just made this horrifically sappy declaration of love to his best friend and now he was being lectured on his self deprecating tendencies.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have said anything” he pulls his hand out from her grip, and rising up from the table. “I think I should probably get some rest, it’s been a long day” he wipes his already sweaty palms against his pajama bottoms.

Y/N clambers to her feet to follow him but he reaches his bedroom a little too quickly, shutting the door behind him. It’s not dramatic or petulant, the action just wreaks of upset more than anything.

Y/N didn’t want to pry, especially if he didn’t want to talk but she had no idea what she’d said wrong. For a second there it felt like Spencer might’ve felt the same way she did, she could see that glassy look in his eyes that she recognized from her own. But he’d withdraw as quickly as he’d opened up.

She took some time to think, gathering up the things from the makeshift bar and returning them to their homes in the kitchen. She busied herself until she found herself staring down at the couch, at the little pillow and duvet folded neatly and ready for use in the armchair next to it. She’d slept here so many times before but didn’t want to do it right now.

Carried on an uncharacteristic wave of courage she marched up to Spencer’s door, knocking loud enough that if he was already asleep she had a hope of waking him. He hadn’t done anything other than sit on the edge of his bed and stare at the doorknob since he’d come in. Willing himself to get up and just go back out there.

Thankfully he didn’t have to. All he had to do was open the door to a waiting Y/N, arms awkwardly fidgeting at her sides. He didn’t say anything when he opened the door, just waited patiently. There was a small lull of silence before she spoke.

“Just to clarify” she cleared her throat, “was that all about— were you— did you mean all of that?” She looked up at him, her eyes wide and pleading. He nodded when he didn’t quite have the words yet.

“Yeah, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just, had to say it sometime”

“Oh god you are an idiot” she breathes out before lunging at him, pulling him down by the lapels of his pajama shirt to capture his lips in a tentative but sweet kiss.

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If you still do the 24h prompt, how about 11:37 am?

Love everything you did for this prompt until now 💚🧡

@ravenandcat I'm sooo sorry it took long!

Here's your request:

24 Hours

[11:37 AM]

“Zoro.”

“Nami.”

Nami tilted her head to the right, gazing at him with a wondering look on her face.

“You’re back early.”

Zoro was doing the same to her.

“You’re still here?”

They stared at each other. Both blinking as they come into a realization that they actually know what the other’s schedule is and is actually hoping the other didn’t notice it.

“Errr…” Nami was the first to divert her eyes while Zoro cleared his throat, looking the other way.

“I have to go now.”

“I should be going now.”

They both said it simultaneously, both taking a step forward.

“…”

“…”

Nami suddenly broke into a nervous laugh as Zoro chuckled.

Okay… why are they being a bit awkward with each other?

Nami tucked an errant strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’m just surprised to see you here around this time.”

“Same.”

“You’re usually at the dojo around this time right?”

“Yeah,” Zoro nodded. “But something came up and now I have the rest of the day free.”

“I see,” Nami nodded in understanding. “Well, see ya.” She gave a slight wave of her hand.

“Hnn…”

Nami hasn’t even made it to ten steps when she stopped. She turn around to look back and saw Zoro still hasn’t made his way inside the building and was watching her.

She hesitated for a moment before she was marching back to him.

Based from what she knows (and heard from their neighbors, of course); there is no way in hell Zoro actually has something in his apartment’s fridge that would be edible enough to make lunch.

She’s pretty sure that is one of the reasons why he is back at their place at this hour.

The man rarely does any grocery shopping at all! She hadn’t seen him do it in the whole two months since she moved here.

Not that she’s watching him.

And no, she was not being judgmental. She heard the story from their neighbors consistently enough that it had to be true.

Though, she’s got a feeling that they told her about it more because they somehow wants her to look out for him too (the same way they’re doing, bless them) than it being just a gossip.

Honestly. What kind of grown man cannot even cook his own meals?

“I’m going out to grab some lunch, want to join me?” Nami inquired, wincing inwardly when she realized that it kinda sounded like she was asking him out.

Nope, of course she’s not. She was just being a kind, considerate neighbor. That is all.

Zoro cocked an eyebrow at her invitation.

“Your treat?”

Nami’s face scrunched into a grown.

“No,” she growled at him.

“Tch. Cheapskate.”

“Hey!” Nami punched his arm lightly.

Zoro laughed at that. Loud and booming and Nami’s hand just fell to her side as she gazed at him.

When his laughter finally died down, Zoro was smiling instead of smirking at her.

It was the first time he actually smiled at her.

Her heart thudded loudly against her chest.

“Fine,” Zoro chuckled, running a hand through his green hair. “As long as it’s not where curly brows works.”

Nami stayed rooted on the spot still recovering, even as Zoro started walking away from her.

“Come on witch, what are you waiting for? I’m starving.”

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