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blueburningcup · 1 year

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Coconut Pineapple

And the Valentine’s day one shot that y’all voted for! Gonna try to work on the Ruby/Regina one.

Summary: Seicho takes Azula to the beach to do some chocolate tasting. Azula tries to shake away doubts that Ozai and Fire Nation high class society have instilled within her.

The sun is still high. It casts vivid rays through the windows of Seicho’s bedroom. It is a small dwelling, but it is very cozy. As fate would have it, she owns the same seashell bedspread that Lo and Li do.

She also owns a lot of clutter. Ships in bottles and bottled sand are scattered throughout the room amid piles of seashells and dried starfish. The ceiling is home to many replica sea animals that hang on strings. Seicho had mentioned that she is terribly uncomfortable with people drying out real sea critters for decoration and Azula supposes that she can see how the other woman would find the practice unsettling. Her floor is covered in mis-matching and colorful rugs that would make Mai hurl. And her wall is covered in paintings and wooden masks that just don’t go together.

Admittedly, the first time that she’d set foot in this room it had made her head ache trying put the disjointed pieces together.

She has long since given that up. Seicho seems to acquire new treasures at a rate much faster than she could ever hope to organize things.

As much as she hates to admit it, she has grown used to the clutter. Frankly, she thinks that she would be more uncomfortable if she stepped into this room to find it suddenly spotless. Not that she isn’t uncomfortable right now.

“You know that it’s not like it was a few years ago. Honestly, Ember Island was never really shy about this kind of thing. And you shouldn’t be either.”

“I’m not shy. I just…I know what’s expected of me.” She pauses. “And what isn’t.” She takes another glance in the mirror. Her hair falls over her shoulders in waves. She had let Seicho fix small seashells into the stands. Really, the swimsuit isn’t all that showy. More so than the one she had worn on her last trip to Ember Island but nothing as brave as what Ty-Lee had worn.

But then, father hadn’t approved of her first swimsuit either.

“What are you trying to do?” He had asked. “Do you want people to think that we’re a nation full of harlots?”

“Mai and TyLee…”

She remembers the look on his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“TyLee, that girl was always floozy, her parents should have raised her better. She’s going to end up pregnant and disgrace her family like Chan’s sister. Is that what you want to do?”

“We were on the beach…”

It was a logical enough thing to say but father had made it seem senseless and stupid. Like she was a lost cause for doing what? Chancing a quick swim? But spirits it was effective because she feels so very exposed.

“You look great.” Seicho promises.

And that’s exactly the problem. She will draw looks, the kind that father has always warned her about. The kind that he would get angry with her for even if she had done everything she could to avoid getting those looks. The ones that make her feel queasy.

“I’d like to put my armor back on.”

Seicho quirks a brow. “You want to wear armor to a chocolate tasting?” She pauses. “On the beach?”

Azula bites the inside of her lip.

“I thought that you were a fan of being practical.”

“I am.”

“Well then, let’s be practical. Beach, sunny. Sun, hot. Armor? Sweltering. I don’t want to have to carry you home because you passed out. I especially don’t want to have to carry you if you’re wearing like fifty pounds of armor.”

“It’s not that heavy.” She mumbles.

“My point is, no one wears armor to the beach and you know it.”

Azula shrugs.

“This is perfect.” She insists. “You do like it don’t you?”

Azula nods. The fabric feels very comfortable. The skirt is quite long but so is the v slit. Long enough to show off her whole leg. She likes the gold belt that sits on her hips with its seashell charms and its gold coins. The top suits her nicely, it is sleeveless–held up by a zipper in the back and a chain to match the one at her hips. Embroidered along the bottom of the bikini top are golden flames and one small dragon. There is another chain fixed to the bottom of that bikini top is one more chain. One that dangles down to her belly with a collection of rubies and sunstones.

It is flashy.

Eye catching.

She doesn’t want eyes to be caught.

She adores how it looks but she doesn’t love the idea of wearing it in public. She is perfectly content having captured only one pair of eyes.

“You’re dad was wrong, you know that don’t you?” She pauses.

“He’s not the only one who thinks like that.”

“He’s not the only person with wrong opinions. The Fire Nation always talks about being so brave and amazing. And yet they’re all so scared of a little skin.”

“They’re afraid of change.” Azula mumbles. “Which is strange. I’ve read about Fire Nation fashion as part of cultural and historical research, of course.”

“Of course.” Seicho rolls her eyes.

Azula opts to ignore the doubt in her voice. “Fire Nation culture has roots in Sun Warrior culture and their clothing style much more closely resembles modern Ember Island fashion trends.” She pauses. “The shift happened during the war.”

“Yeah, because they want to stifle creativity…or something. Come on.” Seicho hooks Azula by the elbow and begins leading her to the door. “You’re putting so much thought into this, all we’re going to do is go down to the beach and have some chocolate. And a good time, we are going to have a good time.”

Azula certainly hopes so.

She is, afterall, the princess. Now that father isn’t here to demean her she supposes that there isn’t much anyone can do to stop her from having a nice time, from feeling comfortable.

She can stop herself though.

She is very good at that.

.oOo.

“Well, which do you prefer?”

Azula hums, “I’m not sure, they both taste good enough.”

Seicho pops another piece of chocolate into her mouth and then a second sample of chocolate type four.

Both truly are amazing. Type three is a touch bitter, it is rich in the same way that dark silks and woodsy colognes are. Type three is rich like warm blankets, cream, and the glow of a beach bonfire.

“The caramel one.” Azula decides.

“Yeah, I think that I prefer that one too.” Seicho agrees. “It kind of just melts on your tongue.”

Seicho links their hands and leads her along to the next stall. The beach is so lively and crowded. For once, Azula is comforted by the massive gathering. Everyone just breezes by her, each person–individual or couple–is invested in their own doings. Their own romances or personal delights.

Whether that thing is the chocolate sampling breaking away from the crowd to watch the twinkle of lantern lights reflecting in the water. The fireworks will begin soon.

“Oh! Try this one!” Seicho offers her another chocolate. This one of the white variety. It has been carefully molded and dyed to bare likeness to a firelily. It certainly looks appetizing.

She plucks it from Seicho’s hand. “It’s got a touch of…peach?”

“I think that it might be mango, or orange?”

“Those are two completely different flavors!” She exclaims. “And they’re both incorrect guesses. It is definitely a hint of peach.”

“No way, taste it again!” She insists.

“Seicho, I don’t know how much more chocolate I can handle.” Regardless she lets Seicho give her another piece. “Last one and then I’d like to walk by the water.”

Seicho exhales through her nose. “Fine, I guess. But I would like to taste Mikahara’s chocolate first. I heard that she’s got some kind of coconut-pineapple chocolate that sounds tasty.”

“Alright, Mikahara’s chocolate and then some quiet time.” Away from people, away from the occasional glances. The ones that linger too long for her comfort.

She lets Seicho lead her along. They weave through a lively crowd. Everyone looks so comfortable and at ease with hibiscus in their hair and drinks in their hands. No one seems troubled in the slightest. Azula inhales and drinks in the smell of chocolate and fruity drinks.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Sheicho squeezes her hand. “You’re doing great. We can pass on the Mikahara’s…”

She shakes her head. “No! We can go get it.” She has to get herself comfortable. Has to take back what father and years of ridiculous expectations have taken from her. “I’m fine, I always finish things that I start.”

“Technically I started it.”

“I want to enjoy tonight, all of tonight.” Every list scent, taste, and sight. Every emotion that she had, in the past, tried to keep herself from. She wants to be alive. Truly alive.

And tonight is the perfect night to do that.

To reclaim parts of herself.

To make new parts of herself.

Parts that she can cherish the way Seicho cherishes her. The way she cherishes Seicho.

“Hello!” Greets a woman with shaved hair and a pearl in one ear.

“You must be Mikahara.” Azula guesses.

“I am.” She confirms.

“From the sound of it, you’ve made quite an impression tonight.”

Mikahara smiles. “See for yourself, princess.” She hands Azula a box of chocolates. “I heard that you might be here so I saved a little something special for the both of you.”

Seicho’s eyes twinkle. “Oh this is a treasure trove of chocolate!” The woman’s mouth is practically watering.

“Thank you.” Azula replies.

“Of course, princess. I wouldn’t have had this opportunity if not for tonight’s festivities. And we would be having them if not for you.”

Azula nods and slips her a gold coin or two. “We can share this by the water.”

“That sounds great, Azula.” Seicho smiles.

.oOo.

It is quiet here at the shoreline. She has led Seicho a good distance from the jubilant energy of the chocolate tasting stalls and the couples straggling on the sand that is still relatively close to the festivities.

This portion of the beach is, until the sunrises, desolate. Charmingly so. The music and chatter are close enough to be heard but distant enough to be little more than pleasant white noise.

“Tell me the truth, how was it?”

“It was…it was really wonderful, Seicho.” It was nerve-wracking but sublime in its own right. There is a certain charm, a sense of exhilaration and freedom in stepping out of her comfort zone and into something new. Something that is probably better.

Something liberating.

All in all, father had been completely off.

Most people hadn’t even noticed her at all.

And if they had, they opted to give her, her space.

She certainly doesn’t feel like a harlot. Neither does she feel like she has had herself a scandalous evening. She had simply had an evening. Had put on an outfit sewn, very lovingly, by her girlfriend’s mother, and went to a party.

“It is going to be nice to go back to the palace and not get a lecture about carelessness and wasting time.”

“Would he really tell you that today?”

Azula nods. “He would.” She looks out at the open ocean, at those rolling, twinkling waves and clears her throat. “Can we talk about something else or eat some of that chocolate.”

Seicho quirks a brow. “I thought that you said you were full.”

“Mikahara did make that special for me though, it would be a shame to not try it.”

Seicho chuckles.

“It would also make father really unhappy if I were to go visit him in prison and tell him that I spent a whole night eating chocolate and wearing sleeveless outfits…”

“Chocolates and no sleeves? On the beach!? Oh we’re getting really wild and daring now!”

Azula gives a humored sniff and holds a piece of chocolate out to Seicho.

“Very good.” The woman gives a thumbs up. “Try it for yourself.”

Azula cups the woman’s face and brings their lips together. She can indeed taste the lingering chocolate on them. And indeed there is a hint of coconut and pineapple. She holds her face a few inches from Seicho’s, their lips still nearly touch.

“Oh this is an adventurous night.”

“It ought to be.” Azula replies quietly. She needs that so badly. She has needed it for a long time. And she promises herself that this will be only the beginning. That her life is going to be hers from now on. Starting with the way she views herself and her body.

Ending with discovering and following her own hopes and dreams.

“Happy birthday, by the way.” Seicho nudges her.

“I suppose it is.” Azula smiles.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Seicho #Azula/Seicho #Azula/Cupholder Girl #Fanfiction #One Shot

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konoa-t · 6 months

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Uhhh for the ready set novel thing, do 3 for Yumi. 15 for Reuben. 19 for Dawn, Reuben, and Yumi.

Also do 6 and 13 for whoever you want.

Ok so lotsa text so I'm putting it behind a cut

[CW: Profanities]

Yumi:

3. …There was a moment of silence between the two. Yumi was now face to face with what looked to be a younger version of herself. She wondered if this was some kind of sick joke, or perhaps a trap laid by her enemies. The younger version cocked her head to the side, visible confusion on her face.

"... Who are you?" She asked, eyes fixed on the older Yumi’s rather decorative mask.

"…” Yumi remains silent, still trying to process what was occurring.

“And,” the younger counterpart continued, “what’s with that goofy mask? Are you celebrating Mardi Gras or something?”

This was all just too much. The older Yumi’s mind was reeling, though soon she opened her mouth to speak.

“I… I think that we… might…” she muttered.

“… Huh?”

“…You. What is your name.”

“Uh…? It’s Yumi…. Why do you ask?”

“That’s… It’s as I thought…”

Just then, the older Yumi pulls off her mask, revealing her face to her younger self.

“Wha… You…!? Why do you… Look so much like me…!?!?” Younger Yumi flinches and backs away, visibly shocked and distressed.

“Judging by your armor, I assume you’ve just been promoted to elite knight?” Older Yumi says, scanning over her counterpart’s outfit.

“!? How… Do you know that? What are you, some kind of mimic…!?”

“I don’t know how to put this gently, so I’ll just say it: You are me, and I am you. Somehow, we’ve managed to run into each other.”

“Wh… what…? That… That doesn’t make any sense. You can’t just run into yourself… I demand you show your real form!” The younger version shouts, pulling out her sword. Though her voice sounded fierce, there was a hint of fear in it.

“Put your sword down… This isn’t something you need to get so worked up over. I’ve heard of the time-space continuum getting hiccups like this before.”

“You’re lying…”

“Does it look like I’m lying? The evidence is right in front of you, isn’t it? Stop being an idiot and use your brain for a second. Besides, even if i was a mimic, what good would freaking out like this do? Were you not trained to remain calm at all times? Or is that just another thing you screwed up?” The older versions voice suddenly became harsh.

“What..?”

“No, I… Sorry. Just… Forget I said any of that, alright? You do need to stay calm, though. If you have any questions, then i’ll answer them.”

“Questions? No, I… Wouldn’t know where to start… There’s no way this can be real… I mean, why… how…?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it was just some freak accident, or maybe some kind of sorcerer is messing with us. Who knows.”

“Hey… Y… You…”

“…What?”

“Your eyes… They’re so… empty… If you’re really me, then just what happened…?”

“That…” The older Yumi hesitated. “… that’s not important. Anyway, focus, would you? We should figure out a way to get back to our respective places in the timeline.”

“But how? We don’t even know how we got here…”

“We’ll figure it out, just like we always have.”

~~~

19. Yumi doesn’t collect anything, though I could picture her having a collection of homemade brooches. She once made one for Oron when she was younger and he really liked it! If she wasn’t in the military, I could picture her opening up a shop for all sort of accessories she made herself. She’d probably start this collection because she wanted to lean into her hobbies more.

Dawn:

19. Dawn collects pretty much anything that Jamie gifts to her, no matter what it is. She still had the wrapper from the first valentine’s day chocolate she received from her… Other than that, I’d say that she also collects tomes and spell books! She collects all of these things because they carry great usefulness or sentimental value for her.

Reuben:

15. Facebook thread…? (Couldn’t think of a date so imagine that it takes course over 7 days)

Reuben: Today is a great day :D Got to have my wafers and no new casualties! (5 likes)

Ackley: 👍 good job bud

Reuben: Thank you!! :D

Mort: What the hell are you guys doing. Get back to work.

Ackley: Wow sometimes i forget that you technically can talk through typing too haha

Mort: I will see to it that there is suffering in your eyes.

Reuben: Guys pls stop :(

Reuben: Lovely flower I saw today! :) (image) (3 likes)

Dawn: ohhh how pretty!

Reuben: Right? Have a great day :D

Dawn: thanks! you too! <3

Yumi: That’s a flower? I thought it was some kind of bug for a second

Reuben: It’s not a bug!!! :((((

Reuben: I love sunsets! (Image) (15 likes)

DEWitch67: I don’t. get fucked

Reuben: Stop it! :((((

Metus: What made you think that people wanted to see this. What part of your minuscule brain thought that this was what people care about. They could easily just walk outside and look at a sunset themselves. This image is a failure. You are a failure.

Reuben: Why are you guys so mean to me!! D:

Ackley: dont worry bro i think its cool

Reuben: Thank you!! :D

19. Reuben collects medical supplies :D He always tries to stay stocked up and prepared! He also just likes to collect all sorts of colorful bandaids :D

EXTRA:

6. First kiss

Ackley: Ah, my first kiss? Wasn’t very eventful, but it was with a girl named Flora. We were sitting in her room just watching some movies after a day at work. I turned to her and asked if I could kiss her and she said yes.

13. Article (Decided to make this one a surprise! OCs DO NOT BELONG TO ME HERE, THEY BELONG TO @kachikirby )

Local child absolutely OBLITERATES council of Mirror Realm

Last Tuesday, a local grey child known as Dark Sieg was seen causing chaos throughout Mirror Realm, soon toppling the Mirror Realm government, causing chaos and anarchy to reign. Dark Sieg’s mother, Mirror Fettuccine, had this to say about the incident:

“He’s such a cute child, don’t you think? Sure, he can get out of hand, but I really think that he was trying to make a positive change for the Mirror Realm!”

The Mirror Realm has now fallen into complete lawlessness. While she was being interviewed, it was noted that Mirror Fettuccine seemed a little more nervous than usual. Dark Meta Knight, the father of Dark Sieg, seems quite pleased with his son’s recent act of chaos, saying how it “reminded him of the old days”. Will the Mirror Realm ever gain its balance again? Only time will tell.

#konoa answers #reuben waddle dee #freelancer yumi #de witches #Knights of the colony #Decided to make the last part a surprise hehe #Hope you like it!#Sorry if the first response doesn’t make much sense #I realized I was droning on and tried to cut it short

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sassenashsworld · 1 year

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The sun had long set

The sun had long set. The companions had all found themselves at the bar in the entrance of Sanctuary. The time had long passed, much more time than they could think.

Nora slid her gaze over each individual face, examining every single friend in detail.

Preston and Sturges are no longer hidden and are now close to each other, with Mama Murphy between this strange couple, a mixture of shyness and pride.

Then Danse's puppy-like eyes light up with pleasure as he share a beer with her, no longer in his power armor.

Then came Valentine, her very best friend. His bad hand was possessively close on the shoulder of his girlfriend Sarah, while his good hand swayed the tip of his beer - made by Sturges with oil - which no longer had black paint in it for the day.

Strong, he takes all the couches added in front of her office just for his own purpose, even if Shaun likes to tag along.

Cait, sit on the armrest beside Preston, and send him a couple of fists from time to time when he tries to scold her.

With X6-88 standing by her side, he was the last to arrive at the place. He had just disembarked from Diamond City with a special package that was as hidden as his thoughts, even from his "mother".

On the other side of the little corner belonging to the companions, MacCready has been keeping his son - who is also best buddy of Shaun - at arm's length since he brought him back home.

Nat kept her fingers laced in the short red hair of the teen, having already settled things between them. Like his father, who kept a wary eye for strangers but a warm heart for those close to him, Duncan had shyly accepted it all, all tato of his ears.

And lingering behind them, with his arm around Piper's waist all giggles for now, is Hancock, the handsome king-of-zombie-like second-best buddy in the heart of Nora.

And... And as far as Nora searched in the closed place, she couldn't catch sight of her brother-of-heart.

Yeah, there is no trace of Deacon, for the second time in two days.

The sun had long set and the alcohol may have flowed, but the day was not over yet. She could have thought better than avoid a new crisis.

Because in her little heaven, suddenly the hell is raised by loud noise and flashing lights.

All the companions were on war footing the second they heard the first detonation, and as Piper closed her arms protectively around the youngest, they all threw themselves onto the street.

That's when the sky was transformed into a flashing hell for the second time, with the blossoming explosion from another world.

No, not a mess, but a beautiful explosion of colors and lights.

As Deacon laughs welcomed them and the shouts for action were replaced by aww of admiration, she came at his side.

"How in the world have you find fireworks?"

He take the time to details all the faces upped toward the night sky then whispered a long adventure in her ear.

She couldn't help but laugh as the childrens ran their lives on the street, just as the adults had done minutes before.

This was the worst lie Nora had never heard.

"Happy 3rd April Fool's Day," said Deacon with a smile.

"Happy Deacon's festivities," she said back, clasping his waist and resting her head on his shoulder to immerse herself in the spectacle.

The sun had long set.

#nora #nick valentine #preston garvey #sturges #mama murphy #strong #synth shaun #cait #piper wright #nat wright #duncan maccready #hancock #X6-88 #fallout 4 #nora is silver #deacon #sassenash #the deacon's festivities 11 #danse

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lexi-the-demon-69 · 2 years

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My Sweet Valentine // A New Life AU Oneshot

Yeah, I know it isn't Valentine's day yet, but I just had to make this idea a oneshot.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

It was a lovely sunny morning in the cookie kingdom. Many cookies were gathering in the town square, setting up for the 1st annual Valentine's day festival! The sound of romance filled the ears of Parfait cookie, who had just woken up from a long overtime shift at the downtown sandwich shop. She sluggishly dragged herself out of bed to check her calendar.

"Wait... IT'S TODAY?!" She exclaimed. "I thought it was tomorrow! Where's that letter I wrote for him?!"

Parfait immediately dug through her nightstand drawer, hoping she didn't misplace or lose it. She spots a piece of white paper, with pink hearts doodled on it and immediately plucked it out.

"Oh thank the witches..." she sighed with relief. "It's safe."

Parfait places the letter into her pocket and heads out the door, with a slice of toast in her hands. As Parfait was walking by, Gingerbrave, Wizard cookie, and Strawberry cookie were busy hanging up streamers. Colored in many different shades of pink, white, purple, and red.

"A little to the left, Wizard cookie!" Gingerbrave exclaimed.

"I'm going as left as I can!"

"Wait no, your other left!"

"I-I thought you meant your left! Y'know what, this is taking too long!" Wizard cookie sputtered as he came down from the ladder and snatched his staff.

"I've been waiting to try out this new spell! Ready to be amazed?~"

"U-um, are you sure about this Wizard cookie?" Strawberry cookie quietly asked, "I-I mean, not to be rude, but what if it doesn't go as well as you hoped?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm a top-notch, tip-top, SKILLFUL WIZARD! I-I know what I'm doing. Now, step aside!"

"Ok... if you say so."

Gingerbrave and Strawberry cookie stepped back as Wizard cookie began to perform the spell.

"Wingardium Jelliosa!"

ZAP!

"WIZARD COOKIE!" Gingerbrave and Strawberry cookie exclaimed as they ran to Wizard cookie's side.

"I-I'm alright... Crumbs!" Wizard cookie coughed. "I-I thought I sighted the spell correctly!"

"It's ok, Wizard cookie. Maybe I should try hanging the streamers up and you tell me where to hang them?"

"Hmmm... what about Strawberry cookie?"

"M-ME?!"

"No no no! I didn't mean by hanging them up, I meant by telling us where to hang them."

"Oh... s-sure! I-I can try...!"

"Stupendous! I'll go get another ladder."

Parfait chuckled to herself as she continued on, quickly arriving in the roll cake forest and carefully making her way to Dark Choco's cabin.

"Alright..." Parfait told herself. "It's the big day, the day you confess your feelings! Don't get scared... Dark Choco cookie is a very understanding kind of guy! E-even if he DID say no, he wouldn't cut you out of his life and look at you as a freak of nature and a clown! Right...? C'mon on now, this is just like taking a shot at music! It's no different! Just be confident! Confidence is the key to success!"

Parfait soon spots Dark Choco cookie's cabin as she passes by the green scenery and sprints over to the door. She gently knocks on the door and steps back, as her heart is about to jump out of her chest. Footsteps could be heard, as the door creaked open.

"Hello Dark Choco cookie!"

"Who are you...?"

"Wait what-"

The cookie at the door looked a lot like Dark Choco but didn't look like him at all. the cookie had long, flowing hair with the same white streaks as Dark Choco. His dough was a dark-ish brown color but seemed more faded. His face was circular, accompanied by narrow, purple eyes that were filled with great sorrow. His armor was more polygonal, shiny, with a tint of purple, and just more "pointy". While his long, dark purple cape flowed grandly in the wind. Making him seem stockier than he really is.

"Father...? Who is it?"

"I am... unsure."

Dark Choco cookie appeared behind the tall figure and gently pushed him aside.

"Oh, Parfait cookie... a pleasant surprise."

"Y-yeah! Um.. who's this?"

"Here, come inside."

"A-alright."

Parfait soon entered Dark Choco cookie's cabin, while squeezing by the tall figure who stared daggers at her. She approached the couch and sat down right next to Dark Choco and the tall figure did the same. While a long, awkward silence followed, waiting to be popped by a conversation starter.

"Father," Dark Choco hesitantly said, "this is Parfait cookie. My um... my friend. Parfait, this is my father, Dark Cacao cookie."

"A-a pleasure to meet you, sir!"

"I see... Now, where are my grandchildren?"

"I beg your pardon?-"

"G-grandchildren?!"

"Yes, you two seem to have more than friendship in your relationship."

"F-Father! I-we aren't!"

"W-we aren't dating! We're just close friends!"

"Then, what is that?"

Dark Cacao points at a piece of white paper, with pink hearts doodled on it. Which was right next to Parfait. Her face went white as snow as the king approached and picked up the paper. Trying to snatch the paper out of her crush's father's hands. This only made Dark Cacao more skeptical.

"What is so important on this paper, Parfait cookie?"

"I-I um! I'm a songwriter! A-and it's a song that I wanted to show your son!!"

"Then, you would not mind if I read it?"

"U-u-u-um... uh.."

Dark Cacao then opened the paper and began to read it aloud, right next to his son.

"Dear Dark Choco cookie, Ever since our first meeting, I always wanted to be with you. I still remember our picnics by the soda river. I was strumming my guitar, while you would sit. Swaying back and forth happily as my music played. The little smile I saw on your face shot an arrow through my heart. I was smitten from the very start. And here we are, one year later and you still make my heart flutter whenever I see you. I've seen many cookies in my life, but you're truly a work of art compared to others. You're the most handsome cookie on EarthBread. I love the way my fingers would tangle in between your beautiful hair. As I would hold your head in my lap, under the willow tree right outside, on a warm, sunny day. You're so quiet and reserved but so expressive in your actions. Even though I rarely ever see it, your charming smile would always lift my spirits, even on my worst days. Your adorable laugh can always brighten up any dark room, no matter how dim. I’m so grateful for everything you do for me, from your willingness to listen to my woes to your welcoming company. You truly complete me. The last year has been the happiest of my life. I can’t tell you how lucky I feel to always have my best friend by my side. I will always love you, no matter what happens, through thick and thin. I will be absolutely true and faithful to you forever. You are my best friend and soul mate and I will love you until the end of our lives. Forever yours, -Parfait cookie."

...

"This seems a lot like a love letter."

"P-Parfait Cookie..." Dark Choco sputtered, "Do you... really mean what you said...?"

Parfait curled up into a ball, trying to disappear into the couch out of embarrassment. All of her feelings for her crush were laid out on the table for the entire world to see! It's over. Parfait's world was crumbling each second, right in front of her.

'Ah well... screw it, let the world burn.'

"Y-yeah... i-it is. Y-you know what day it is today, right?"

Dark Choco nods.

"I-I thought that it would be the perfect day to tell you, but I didn't know your father would be here today. W-Which I don't mind at all! It's just... um..."

Parfait sighed as she hid her face in her hands.

"I love you... like, a lot. And I wanna be your girlfriend."

To Parfait's shock, Dark Choco pulls her in gently for a hug.

"I do, too."

"R-really?"

"Yes... I do."

Just after that sentence left his mouth, Dark Choco held Parfait's chin and kissed her softly on the lips. Parfait immediately wrapped her arms around his neck happily, wishing the kiss would never end.

"I love you, Dark Choco cookie..."

"I love you, too."

#dark choco cookie #parfait cookie #Dark Choco x Parfait #chocofait #dark cacao cookie #oneshot #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #cookie run kingdom au

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msommers · 1 year

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A, H, N for riya and jorina!

thank youuuuu 🥰 // valentine's day alphabet

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

RIYA — unabashed physical touch. hand holding, sitting across a lap, kissing galore, grabbing ass, embracing, caressing, any and all of it she doesn’t give a damn who sees or judges. some of that shows in platonic relationships but it’s truly out of hand with a romantic/sexual partner.

JORINA — the “i remembered this detail about you that you mentioned a single time two months ago” type. the “my work is my life but i’ll set it aside for a little while to spend time with you” type. her affection is shown through the attention she gives to a person, because usually it’s focused on her work or worries.

H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

RIYA — i mean….to truly give it away?? i’m not sure if she’s ever gotten there, maybe been close to it though. she’s incredibly free with it on a surface level, flitting from one partner to the next and often giving them pretty words of love and affection but they’re not,,,profound feelings. she’s not giving them her heart, not really. she’s simply giving them her attention.

JORINA — sooooo slow and sooooo obvious about it. her guard is up always to prevent herself from being hurt any further so that she can maintain her focus on work/family priorities, any showing of her heart feels like being exposed to a scary degree. two months into a relationship with aleksi and she’s still terrified to fully hand him her heart for many reasons, but the #1 is because she could lose him too. she lost her mother (and father to a certain degree) and a sizable amount of the community she grew up in, and that grief is not only something that she never properly dealt with, but is also something she's still terrified of going through again. and so it seems simpler to just keep up some of those walls she's put up around her heart because they'll make it easier if she's ever to lose aleksi (which unfortunately is at a good chance because of their jobs for the inquisition) ((but he's fine and she grows the longer they're together so everything's ok)).

N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

RIYA — shocking everybody (including myself), i’ve not given thought to this topic until this question 🤔 i think she’s fun, as in loving to share smiles and laughter and teasing. smth smth it’s an incredibly vulnerable place to be with somebody and she likes knowing that she can make them comfortable enough to open up to the lighter side of things. occasionally she likes to take control of things (especially if her partner is more inexperienced), but more often than not she wants to be treated like a princess lmao. spoil her 💜 adore her 💜 worship her 💜 listen to her every command 💜 so simple

JORINA — she’s shy 🙈🙈 she gains more confidence in time with the constant help of aleksi, but it never truly goes away. what do you MEAN people aren’t regularly mortified when they discover new things that their body excitedly reacts to? and that they don’t mind being entirely bare in front of someone?? sounds incredibly fake. outside of the big time bashful energy, she’s so so so soft and craves the more romantic side of getting naughty. slow kisses, holding each other close, intertwined fingers, gentle words of love, etc etc. it's where she's at her most open, no armor or distractions from work to hide behind.

#ch: valeriya de clairmont #ch: scout jorina #these were so v fun #riya actually fall in love for real challenge lmao #i am also. once again. feeling a certain way about jorina confessing her feelings before aleksi's noticed them

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darsynia · 1 year

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hello darsy! happy valentine's day!, first i wanted to remind you of what an amazing person you are i really mean it and that i love the posts you share and the polls, absolutely make my days, also want to ask you if you had a tag list? and in that case if i could be added, please? i would like to start reading your published writings here but i don't know where to first start and i would like to just pop up from nothing after getting the notification you updated, beforehand, thank you, i wish you the best of weeks and some good rest! send you my love<3

Oh goodness, thank you so much! I'm twirling :D And that pic is just the most preciously applicable to your kind words! I've been super shy about sending messages and stuff, this really makes my day 💚

I'd love to add you! I have a couple of different things going, but am happy to tag and then if you aren't in the mood for that thing or it's not your typical fare it's fine. However, if you'd like to specify, cause I have about 3 'kinds' of stories I'm currently posting, that's also good!

So, I have the Stephen series Animate Objects, and that starts with a 2-part story, Day Eight, where aid worker Amista Cairn runs into Stephen Strange and feels oddly compelled to show up at the sanctum to figure him out. That's followed by Diminished Seventh, a seven part sequel where Stephen and Amy work through his suspicion and her confusion as an ancient Babylonian relic imprinted on her the second she set foot in the sanctum. The next in the series will be Sixth Sense, which I haven't started yet, but it'll delve more deeply into what is up with the relic, and whether Stephen and Amy can get over their mutual mistrust, since they can't keep their hands off of each other...

The other series I'm posting is Trust Fall, which is a Tony/OC MCU re-write that will include more women in the Avengers, a team-oriented take earlier on in the chronology, and features Tony Stark and Emory Autumn. Emory is a PA to a pop star whose career needed a boost, so she went to Afghanistan to sing for the troops, putting Emory in the position to be kidnapped along with Tony, in the cave. Emory's smart and capable, but she's let her friend walk all over her for far too long. Tony and Emory both realize they need to change for the better as they fall for each other. A complication arises as Yinsen offers Emory a serum injection he'd spent his life savings on for his own family, who are now gone. Emory's new powers help them escape the cave-- but they put her in SHIELD's sights. ((EDIT: oh I forgot. There is so much sexy kissing in this story. SO MUCH. Gosh! Eventually smut in this one))

Along with Trust Fall I have a couple of other Tony Stark smut or ask stories (including a Tony/Steve I'm writing right now)

The third thing I've been writing is Steve/Reader fics, I have a oneshot set early on after Thanos's snap, and my series is called Just Right. Post-Ultron, Reader works as the 'armorer' for the Avengers, and she's loved Steve from afar for a year without being brave enough to say anything. Another version of Steve Rogers shows up, and this version looks at her like a precious gift-- but what's going on? What's happened to this Steve, and will it happen to their universe? Reader wants her Steve, but if this other version goes home, will she lose her chance to be with Steve Rogers? I also have a Sam Wilson/Reader argument kiss ask that's coming up, too!

I would be delighted to tag you in any or all of them, and again, no pressure-- I know I'm tagged in a few things that I look forward to getting to, but haven't yet!

Thanks again! I'm writing this at the DMV and I think the person beside me thinks it's a love letter, bahahaha. Honestly I love writing and getting to share it, so it kind of is? 💚

#kind of a 'current and upcoming' list of fics!#spinning twirls of gratitude #deepbatched #ask delightfulness #stephen strange x oc #tony stark x oc #steve rogers x reader

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 2 years

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Power Armor Punch Part Twenty Five

Masterlist

Nick: *taken aback she even has to thank him for that... it would be so easy physically for him to hurt her in some other way than what she's likely describing. All it would take is one bad calibration error/mistake. He takes a moment to respond* I wouldn't dream of it...

Jasmine: (Blinks on her tears) (Signing) “I know…” (Looks down at herself in thought. So many other people would though… If they even count as human if they look at her like that)

Nick: *worried frown*

Jasmine: (Looks back up at him, crying a little still) (Mouthing) “Whats wrong?” (Carefully looks him over to try to read his face, but her mind is still half on her previous train of thoughts…)

Nick: Just worried about you.

Jasmine: (Nods understandably. What parent wouldn't be worried about their kid when they are like this… Looks back down and tilts her head at herself in thought. She had thought of altering her face and body to be less attractive, but that would just make her feel less and less like Rosalinda and more like a monster trying to hide… She sucks in a deep breath. Actually, she had once taken both a knife and lighter, desperately trying to mess up herself enough that someone would be horrified to look at her. It didn't really work as she healed too fast, swearing out loud to herself never to do that again a few days later.…)

Nick: ...I think the old Nick knew your biological mother at one point. I don't think it was more than a night, but you look a lot like someone from a memory of his.

Jasmine: (Breathing hitches and she tenses as her train of thought comes to a sudden halt. She looks up and gives Nick a confused look, tilting her head. What the fuck….? Did he figure it out…? Should she tell him this ain’t the first time he asked about this?)

Nick: Sorry- it's the only other thing on my mind right now. I'm not sure if this was her, but I suspect he did. And it was a… *clears throat*...very brief affair.

Jasmine: (Blinks rapidly, nodding her head after thinking it over for a long moment. She still decides not to say anything pointblank about her and Nick in the past, she’s too tired for that shit) (Signing) “So what are you thinking?”

Nick: I'm looking into whether or not the original Valentine was... well...

The Synth: *blinks, finally finished setting up* ...So who am I exactly?

Lucille: Who ever you want to be.

The Synth: ... *looks down in thought*

Jasmine: (Sighs deeply, looking down at herself in a lost daze. Its not quite clicking in her head yet, but she sees where this is kinda going) (Signing) “How are you sure its her?” (What are the chances this would even happen…?)

Nick: That's part of the problem. I don't have a lot to go on other than her looks.

The Synth: I think I want to be called Geneveve.

Lucille: That's a pretty name...

Geneveve: *nods as they stand up and takes a look at themselves. They quietly study their hands, figuring out their body*

Jasmine: (Runs her hands over her face, sucking in a deep breath. Well shit- now she has to let it slip a little bit…) (Signing, her hands shaking) “When I was five, a very old women walked up to me and asked if I was Charlottes kid because I looked EXACTLY like a kid she used to teach for Kindergarten. I pointed to my Mom and the Old Lady shook her head and left, never saw her again.” (She looks away, new tears on her face. The thought of being a spitting image of the women who tossed her in the garbage is sickening… Which is why she didn't think about it or talked about it with Nick…. Passed off that lady's remark as bad memory from old age…) (Signing) “How much do I look like her?”

Nick: *goes quiet for a moment, the name clicking into place perfectly in the memory. Charlotte. The woman's name was also Charlotte. What were the chances two women who looked like Jas shared a name? He reviews the memory again in detail just to be sure then sighs* ...Exactly like her.

Jasmine: (Stares off into space for a long time, more tears going down her cheeks) “………” (She then bunches up the blanket, puts it to her face, and starts screaming loudly into it. Oh great. Now she will see the women who abandoned her for being a girl whenever she looks in the mirror… On top of other things)

Nick: *goes completely quiet...*

Geneveve: *looks between Lucille and herself* Hm... I don't like the fact I'm just... bare like this. Have any clothes? Not quite as armor laiden but still something to cover this... body.

Lucille: *grins* Oh do I... let me show you! *pulls out the assortment of clothes she's put together*

Geneveve: Hm... *looks at the collection* What a vivid and dark purple dress. *blinks then looks at the black hat with the red flower* Yes... that speaks to me and so do those shoes...

Lucille: Fascinating... *starts putting the clothes away*

Geneveve: WAIT!

Lucille: Huh-? *freezes*

Geneveve: That earring-

Lucille: Oh that? I haven't found a pair like it, yet-

Geneveve: I want it.

Lucille: You're sure?

Geneveve: *nods firmly*

Jasmine: (Keeps screaming like hells rage into the blanket. Mainly just long strings of muffled cuss words and some other things that are inaudible)

Nick: *dear god, what has he done...? He can't help but distantly watch as she breaks down yet again into the blanket*

Geneveve: *takes the earring and affixes it to their ear, smiling. She puts on the rest of the outfit* How do I look?

Lucille: Gorgeous...

Geneveve: *eyes glow warmly, hopefully* Really?

Lucille: *nods* It's times like these I wish I had a large standing mirror so you could see for yourself...

Jasmine: (Takes the blanket off her face so she can breathe, her eyes red and puffy while her lips tremble) (Whispering, her voice breaking a bit with gasps for air) “Can you hold me please?” (She hates how childish she sounds and looks right now, but she is afraid that she is going to resort to scratching herself again at any moment...)

Nick: *recognizes what she's really asking and nods* Alright... *scoots onto the bed carefully and sets aside the stew. He scoops her up in his arms, holding both of hers so he can stop her from scratching herself*

Jasmine: (Immediately hides her face in his coat for comfort, still crying but she hums weakly and sweetly. Her body relaxes and she can breathe normally again, the only thing pounding harshly is her heart and mind…)

Lucille: There is a mirror in Nick's office. It's broken, but if you look in one of the fragments, maybe you'll see what you look like.

Geneveve: *nods but pauses* Where exactly is that?

Lucille: Right... new life, new experience. I'll show you. *starts walking out*

Geneveve: *follows*

Nick: On the upside, at least this could mean one of your biological parents wasn't as bad as you thought.

Jasmine: (Nods her head against his chest. Thats very much true… Wraps her arms around his neck, taking in a calming breath)

Nick: *tired sigh... here they go again...*

Jasmine: (Breathing normally now, her tears slowing down almost to a halt. Even though she does not consider her bio Mom to be her real Mother, it still stings her heart a bit that she was thrown out like trash as soon as she was born) (Whispering, her voice weak) “She threw me out because I am a girl…”

Nick: And she was wrong to do it... what you are physically shouldn't determine your worth. Ever...

Jasmine: (Whispering, turning her head to look at herself while holding Nick a little tighter) “She only wanted the boy…” (The report she and Lilac stole said so. That her birth Mother yelled that she only wanted a boy while clutching another bundle…)

Nick: *indignant huff* Well if you really are the old Nick's kid, then I'm certain he would have had a few things to say about that if he had known. Honestly, the sheer act throwing an infant in the garbage says a lot more to me about the kind of scum she was than who you are as a person. *shakes his head. He wonders what the old cop ever saw in her*

Geneveve: *eyes search curiously around the caves as she follows her creator*

Lucille: *notices and giggles*

Geneveve: Hm?

Lucille: You remind me of my wife when she first saw the surface. She's still so curious about the world above us.

Geneveve: A world above-? *looks to the ceiling* Oh. I suppose you're right...

Jasmine: (Hums in acknowledgement, shifting to look up at him with large teary eyes) (Whispering) “How long did you suspect?” (Did Nick notice as soon as he met her? Is that why he decided to take care of her?)

Nick: About the time I started bringing you here. There was a memory that came up, but it was out of focus- kind of needed a bit of a push before it finally cleared up.

Jasmine: (Thinks about that for a moment, her mind still working slow and not grasping it yet- especially since Nick doesn’t seem to realize that there was another little incident)

Nick: You need to eat... it might help your mind process things a little better. *picks up the bowl of stew*

Jasmine: (Frowns at the delicous looking bowl of soup, shaking her head out of reflex while still leaning on his chest. She can smell it, and it smells really good. But she knows that she cant really taste it, it will just taste like poisonous mush with a small hint on what its suppose to taste like…)

Nick: Not to be rude, but what is it about eating food that disgusts you? It's a bit... odd, if not, concerning.

Jasmine: (Still frowning, tilting her head to look back up at him) (Signing, her hands shaking) “The feeling of eating of it, even the thought of eating it makes me sick.”

Nick: Was the food in that place drugged...?

Jasmine: (Weakly nods, looking away while shuddering at those thoughts. Almost everyday… It just didn't get bad until she was a little older )

Nick: I promise you, I would never drug your food.

Geneveve: *finally gets to Nick's office. She looks in one of the larger fragments and frowns* No... no, this won't do. My face is... lacking.

Lucille: Huh? How so?

Geneveve: The lips lack color. And it's over all... bland...

Lucille: I don't know if make up will do on polymer skin.

Geneveve: Perhaps lipstick... But otherwise, you are right...

Lucille: Wait- I know... hold still. *runs and finds some red and blue paint and some old sidewalk chalk* What if... we literally paint your lips?

Geneveve: *surprised* Paint-? *considers it* Actually, that might work... what will you do with the chalk?

Lucille: We dust it on your eyelids like eye shadow and seal it with wonder glue.

Geneveve: ...I worry that will glue my eye lids open.

Lucille: Then keep them closed until it's shut.

Geneveve: *scoffs* Please tell me that's not the only fixative you have.

Lucille: Sadly it is...

Jasmine: (Quickly nods) (Signing) “I know that. Ive just trained myself to throw up after I eat, and the low self worth and memories aren't exactly helping...” (Wipes her eyes, sniffing a bit) “I was considered “funner to play with” when I was out of it….” (Reaches for Nicks hand)

Nick: *looks apologetically at her and takes her hand* Is there any way we can work on that...? The vomiting thing, I mean?

Jasmine: (Shrugs, leaning her head on Nicks shoulder and squeezing his hand slightly. She does not know… She just tried to keep herself distracted after she ate anything, which didn't always work but when it did it felt great. Mainly because she was no longer dying of hunger)

Nick: *softly* Please try to eat... again, even if it's small bites at a time.

Geneveve: *helping Lucille mix paint color for their lips*

Jasmine: (Sighs deeply, nodding her head against his shoulder) (Whispering) “Okay…” (Hopefully, it will stay down for a few hours at least…)

Nick: *smiles and offers her the stew*

Geneveve: I do believe we have extra for a new coat just in case...

Lucille: Yeah, we do. Hold on, I think I have a jar around here somewhere... *looks in a drawer in the kitchen area* A-ha! Nick, hope you don't mind lending this away! *poors the extra paint they mixed into it for her to use later* Now do you need help applying the paint, Gen?

Geneveve: Yes, please...

Lucille: *Dips the brush into the paint and starts applying* Hold still. Keep your mouth open...

Geneveve: *obeys, wanting to look their best*

Jasmine: (Lets go of Nicks hand so she can take the bowl, still leaning on him because she can barely keep herself upright. Everything just hurts… Especially the area Curie stitched up. She slowly takes a spoonful, sipping it carefully, her hand shaking a little)

Nick: Take your time. If you start to feel sick, you can stop. *rubs her back*

Jasmine: (Hums sweetly, tilting her head at herself. Well if they went off that, she wouldn't be eating at all. She could tell that the soup tasted really good, just by the smell alone, which played a big part in how people taste things. But she could not tell how it fully tasted… Goddamnit. Did they have to take her ability to taste things too by getting her so afraid of eating? She used to love making and eating food when she could….) “………..” (She begins daydreaming of certain deserts… Pan Dulce, a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie, choco flan, her Aunties famous Apple pie….)

Nick: *just glad she's eating something!

Lucille: Now rub your lips together. Like this. *presses her lips together and rubs them* Mm.

Geneveve: *copies her*

Lucille: Hold on... *rubs the excess off* There.

Geneveve: Did I mess up?

Lucille: No, you didn't. It's part of the process.

Geneveve: *smiles* Good...

Jasmine: (Sighs at herself as she takes another spoonful, letting the broth sooth her aching throat from all her screaming. Did she have to think of pie right now? Out of all the other foods? Why not her Mothers Caldo de res soup? Why pie?! What is wrong with her? Quickly hands Nick the bowl without looking at him, her hands shaking like crazy. Fucking… She will try again later)

Nick: *takes it* You made a good effort. I'm proud of you.

Jasmine: (Nods slightly, hiding her face in Nicks shoulder so he does not see her new tears) (Thinking to herself) “Good job self, now your thoughts are going to go even more wild… You were just talking about something ELSE beforehand.”

Nick: Alright, Jas. Talk to me. What is it?

Jasmine: (Mumbling, not looking up so he cant see that she is crying) “Nothing, I just do not like food…” (Her heart thumped and dropped. Not a complete lie, but still a lie. She just didn't want to dump anymore on Nick today… And her old instincts are telling her to hide the pain. She starts trying to derail her thoughts by thinking about their previous conversation… But her mind still was on pie… One of her arms wraps around her lower waist for security)

Nick: No, no. We're not doing that again. *grabs her arms and pulls it away*

Geneveve: *keeping her eyes closed as Lucille gently draws and smudges purple chalk on their eyelids...*

Lucille: You are starting to look beautiful, Gen...

Geneveve: *smiles* After all this, I would hope I do...

Jasmine: (Makes a loud sound of protest, but she doesn't squirm or pull away, just keeps her teary face hidden from his view)

Nick: *tired sigh*

Jasmine: (Takes his hand in both of hers for comfort, closing her eyes)

Nick: Still here, kiddo...

Lucille: Okay... *very carefully dabs a slightly watered down solution of wonder glue to "hold the "eye shadow"* Keep them closed for a few minutes, okay?

Geneveve: *obediently has her eyes closed*

Jasmine: (Hums in response, opening her eyes to stare straight off into the ends of space in her thoughts, still leaning her head on his shoulder. Her thoughts lingered on pie/food in general, which connected to drugs and more rape. The other thoughts were on Nicks suspicion's on who her biological father and mother could really be, which lead to a whole other string of things…)

Nick: What would ya like to do once you get out of here?

Jasmine: (Blinks a few times at his question, her thoughts coming to a halt) (Mumbling) “Something useful…” (Actually, she wanted go seek out a fight or mission of some kind, like she was trained to do. But she doubts that she will be allowed to mow down raiders, slavers, and mutants anytime soon. So just something other than just laying around crying about stupid things…) (Quietly) “And you?”

Nick: I want to work a case... specifically your case. Maybe visit El afterwards. She's been missing us something fierce.

Jasmine: (Frowns. She does not know what Nick intends to really try to find, but she doubts there will be much to left. The old house is completely caved in at the Glowing Sea, and the Vault she was at is very far away in a dangerous city with little to no information left inside. Better off working on a different case, one that has more meaning)

Nick: Plus anything to give me an excuse to get out of this stuffy vault... *shudders* No offense to Lucille- she's really tried to make this place feel more like a city than one of those underground labs but I'd rather be above ground hitting the pavement. Thank goodness she had the foresight to make my actual office in the old pharmacy.

Lucille: *gently touches Geneveve's eye lids* Alright. They're dry. You can open them now.

Geneveve: *sighs softly* Finally. *opens them*

Lucille: *gasps at the final look*

Geneveve: What is it?

Lucille: You look so lovely... go upstairs and look.

Geneveve: *runs up stairs and looks into the mirror and giggles giddily. She sways her dress back and forth with delight* Finally, I feel complete... *puts their hands on their cheeks and closes their eyes... then briefly opens them* But what will I do now? Now that I'm me? Where will I go? *at a loss for purpose*

Jasmine: (Whispering) “I hate vaults…” (Took everything in her just to drag herself in here, it made her uneasy)

Nick: *pulls out the key card for the one she escaped from* Unfortunately we might have to explore another one...

Jasmine: (Immediately plucks it out of his hand and flings it across the room, watching as it clatters in the corner. She forgot that she even kept that thing. She had shoved it under her mattress right after she unburied her Pipboy, not knowing what else to do with it. It was the only one she found, so it didn't feel right to throw it away. There was still some valuable tech in there…)

Nick: *winces* Now what did you have to go and do that for? I'm not sure we can find another. And if we're gonna find answers we're going to need that card, so be careful!

Jasmine: (Looks down at herself, moving one hand to wipe her teary eyes) (Signing) “Sorry, I do not like it...” (It was the Overseers keycard, which would give them access to the entire Vault with no limitations. The only other card like that one that she knew of, was the security guard leaders… And God only knows what happen to that fucking asshole)

Nick: Ah... Right...*goes awkwardly quiet*

Geneveve: *paces*

Lucille: You okay?

Geneveve: *stops* No. Now that I've... put myself together, what should I do?

Lucille: What do you think you should do?

Geneveve: Well... I'd love to explore. Maybe meet more people who look like me.

Lucille: *frowns* That's gonna be a bit of a problem. The only people I know who look like you that's going to welcome you warmly are either currently occupied or sitting in his little throne on a lonely little island in Maine.

Geneveve: You're certain everyone else like me are hostile?

Lucille: If they aren't, I've yet to meet them. So far, you're the fourth sentient second generation synth I know... and that took some doing.

Geneveve: What do you mean by that?

Lucille: ... You are aware your body is just a little worse for wear right? That's from a fight. You don't remember because I reprogrammed your AI to adapt and attain some semblance of sentience based on what I've encountered in a friend of mine's code doing maintenance on him. Before that, you were a drone- no more Human than my helmet or that desk. And you were designed to do one thing and that was to kill anyone that got in the way of the courser that relayed you to him.

Geneveve: *studies her hands with slight disgust* So... I was a monster.

Lucille: *steps forward* I made you more than that. *takes her hands* I gave you the option to choose what kind of synth you wanted to be, sweetheart...

Jasmine: (Lifts up the neckline of her dress to peer in, staring blankly at the bandages wrapped tightly around her. What the fuck is wrong with her? Guard leader!? Pie?! Thinking about them now when her sensitive areas are hurting? Maybe she should have gone for Cauterization so she wasn't tempted to rip the stitches out… She does want to live… Even if she has bad/horrible moments, like right now)

Nick: *pulls away* You can't keep doing this, doll...

Jasmine: (She was leaning on Nick for support, so she almost falls back but she catches herself last second, wincing in pain from the quick movement. She instinctively wraps her arms around her lower waist, the other arm shakily propping her up)

Nick: Sorry- forgot you were leaning on me. I didn't shock you too much, did I?

Jasmine: (Shakes her head. Shock her with what? Almost everything has been a shock to her, so she has learned to always be somewhat ready. She shifts her arm for better support, wincing again because she cant really move without either her arm giving way, or shifting too much that it will hurt)

Nick. Here. I'll at least help you lay down. *reaches for her back and shoulder. Softly* I'm sorry-

Jasmine: (Tilts her head at Nick, letting him help as she watches his face) (Mouthing) “For what?”

Nick: *looks apologetically at her* Forgetting how fragile you are currently...

Jasmine: (Shakes her head, wrapping her other arm around her waist so she is hugging herself tightly) (Softly) “I am not suppose to be….” (She does not know if he means mentally or physically, but she should be able to take care of herself)

Nick: And what are you "supposed to be", hm? *carefully pets her hair*

Jasmine: (Sucks in a breath, not sure how to answer that) (Whispering, her lips trembling) “Not this…” (Squeezing herself even tighter, almost to the point that it hurts. Not this childish, crying, trembling mess of a human)

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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Sorry today i have so many so here are my new idea, i want request Mori simp's reader X Dazai (Platonic) this request happen before 'Valentine Day' request also i want to see chaotic friendship duo like Dazai and Mori simp's reader

After reader try to find valentine gift for Chuya she come to ask her suboradinates who is women what will they give gift to they lover, they tell that they give chocolates, and plusies to they lover, next reader ask Kajii since he is person she get along more than the other, Kajii tell her to blow up Chuya's office and come help him like knight in shining armor, reader said as much as she like to blow up thing if she blow up Chuya office Chuya going to kill her from sure, so reader come ask Higuchi and Tachihara who most normal human being around here, both of them really surprise they don't think reader talk to them (i feel like port mafia executive who close to most member is Chuya, while Koyo have manner but still close, while reader was too creepy so no one want to talk to her) Higuchi ask reader what did Chuya like, reader remember like dog so she said she want to buy Chuya puppy, Higuchi and Tachihara was confues, Tachihara ask if Chuya really like puppy because he look like someone who going yell at puppy when angry, reader remember that Chuya don't show his soft side to other much because he was feel embarrassed, so she lie to them that maybe she just misunderstanding (canon Chuya like dog) Tachihara said maybe give flower to him is okay, Higuchi tell reader to go on date with romantic setting, reader ask what should she bring Chuya, Higuchi tell her to bring Chuya to expensive restaurant, reader thank to both of them, Higuchi tell her good luck too, reader afaid Koyo so she don't dare to ask Koyo, and than she remember she still have one person to ask, she call Dazai and beg Dazai to help her in valentine plan, Dazai tell reader that he will help her but she have to help armed detective agency in valentine event tomorrow, reader agree to help if she don't have to meet Kunikida, Dazai manipulate reader untill reader help him, Dazai and reader meet at the mall, reader don't like crowd, so she be close to Dazai, reader see cosmetics she want for a long time (reader like to do make up) but she look at her money she know she can't buy it, if she want to buy Chuya gift so she dramatic sad and go buy gift Dazai tease reader, reader tease Dazai back, (can you add Dazai help reader pick up gift here too?), when Dazai eat free sample reader write song about Chuya, Dazai ask her what she doing, reader said she write song about Chuya and her since they first meet, Dazai tease her that first time they meet three of them are 15 year old, and Chuya kick reader on a floor, reader laugh and mess around with Dazai, in valentine day, reader send Mori statue, she work on half day and go help guard armed detective agency during valentine event, when event almost end Dazai want to make sure that Chuya still awake so call Chuya and mock him so he can still awake, reader see Dazai get so many gift so she tease him, Dazai tease her back about Chuya's gift and reader remember so she run to her motorbike and ride to Chuya's apartment she almost fall on her bike, (can you add Dazai and Kunikida react here?) Thank from write my request!

- Bossy anon

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awesomerextyphoon · 3 years

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Speculum Cupido

Summary: You’ve been Dr. Strange’s apprentice for some time now and you wanted to prove your best friend wrong. It goes awry and both of you find yourselves in a ‘dark mirror’ universe where the Captain, the Asset, the Kraken, and the Fallen Angel want to make both of you theirs.

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Female Reader x Dark!Ransom, minor Dark!Bucky x OFC x Dark!Sam

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Word Count: 3,072

Warning: Dub/Non-Con Smut, Oral (m & f receiving), Daddy Kink, MMF Threesome, Double Penetration, Spit Roasting, Non-Con Drugging, Breeding Kink, and Artistic License w/Biology

A/N: This is my gift to @labella420 for @drabblewithfrannybarnes, @chrissquares , and @amythedvdhoarder’s Happy Hoelentine’s Day Challenge. Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Shout out to @saiyanprincessswanie for letting me borrow an idea of hers for this fic. Thanks to @the-soulofdevil for the beta.

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Another Valentine’s Day, another day for the world to mock me being single.

You were having enough of a ‘meh’ week as it is. Dr. Strange had to return to Kamar-Taj for an in-person meeting and Wong was who knows where. They had instructed you to work on your portal and transfiguration spells while they were away which was fair since you’ve been lacking in that department.

It’s just that you longed for some excitement.

Luckily you wouldn’t be spending Valentine’s completely alone; Isabeau, your best friend, was coming over due to as she put it, ‘no one cares about a day where all one gets is somewhat good sex’.

Fast Forward two hours and you’re getting your room ready for Galentine’s Day Movie Night. You had decked out your room with homemade baked goods, drinks, best friend movies, all the good shit.

“I have wonderful news!” Isabeau burst in with gusto yet again.

You shot her a bemused smile, “What is it this time?”

“I have a new crush! It’s Eric from IT!”

“Are you sure this won’t end up like last time?” you queried in reference to the time when Isabeau’s crush turned out to be a complete asshole.

“Oh hush! This won’t be like that at all,” Isabeau retorted, “Now how about you? Have you had any luck with a hot sorcerer?”

“If only I’d be so lucky,” you muttered as Isabeau started on the Toffee Crunch Cookies you made.

A few minutes later, Isabeau’s eyes narrowed and her full lips curved upward in a mischievous smirk.

She had one of her ideas again.

“Hey, why don’t you try an ambiance spell. They’re harmless and you always feel better afterward.”

You didn’t like casting them due to something always going awry, but you relented once Isabeau broke out her puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, alright, I give,” you submitted, “I’ll try a simple floating star spell. Let me find the book.”

Both of you went to the library for the book but it was nowhere to be found. All of the ambiance and illusion books were blank.

“Is this a sorcerer thing? I’m not seeing any words or illustrations,” puzzled Isabeau as you went through book after book in the library only to find them blank.

“No. Maybe we should just go back to my room,” you suggested as you made your way to the exit.

“Wait! There’s one book left. You could try that one.” Isabeau pointed to the last book on the shelf. It was a little worn like many of the books that resided in the library, but the inscriptions seemed odd; like it wasn’t supposed to be there.

Yet it was the only book that had anything in it.

“Fine,” you relented as you took the book back to your room.

The spells in the book weren’t anything out of the ordinary, but one spell seemed to stand out to both of you.

“Speculum Mundus?” Isabeau wondered.

“It means Mirror World in Latin.”

“Oh,” her eyes got a mischievous glint to them again, “I bet you can’t cast the spell.”

“Not this again.”

“Oh come on,” Isabeau goaded, “It’s a simple mirror world spell. You’ve done it before. What’s the worse that can happen?”

“I don’t know…”

“Are you gonna chicken out again?”

“No! Just give me a minute,” you mumbled as your hands got into the starting position and recited the incantation.

The room changed instantly.

It was filled with prism-like structures and kaleidoscope imagery giving the space a surreal ambiance.

It wasn’t unlike the last time you went into the Quantum Realm with Dr. Strange and Wong, and yet the hair on the back of your neck stood straight, and a chill shot through your spine.

You heard a gasp and turned around to see Isabeau with her protruding eyes opened wide and her mouth gaping. Following her line of sight, you saw four of the hottest men you’ve ever seen.

Though something was amiss.

For one thing, there were two Steve Rogers; one with a beard and one clean-shaven. Bucky Barnes’ arm was silver and not dark gray with gold highlights. All of them were in black uniforms with sections of vermillion and/or maroon. Clean-shaven Steve had a black tactical suit with a vermillion Kraken on his chest. Bearded Steve had a skull with tentacles on it. Sam had three vermillion stripes and one maroon stripe across his chest and shoulders with a falcon’s head in red surrounded by a black circle between his pecs.

But the thing that set off all your alarms was the fact that Bucky’s outfit was a dead ringer of his Winter Soldier days.

Instinctively, you grabbed Isabeau’s hand and made a mad dash for the hallway. You needed to get some distance so you could ground yourself.

You tried breaking the spell but to no avail. Not only did the spell not break, but your hands also burned at each attempt.

“We won’t lose you again!” one of the Steves yelled as you and Isabeau turned a corner.

“Come here, mici prințese!” another voice, probably Bucky’s shouted as the two of you made your way into a closet.

“I think we’re okay for now,” you breathed telepathically as the four Adonises crept past your hiding place.

“What’s the plan now?” Isabeau asked fearfully as her heartbeat started to rise in terror.

“I don’t know but-” you were cut off by a strike to the back of your head and your vision rapidly fading to black.

Muffled voices and the beeping of medical equipment brought you from the void.

“Nothing is wrong….they’re…good, sir.”

“Be sure that they are. We can’t leave anything up to chance.”

Groggily, you open your eyes to find yourself in a sleek hospital room lightly chained to a bed. Several other people were monitoring your vitals. One of them is Dr. Bruce Banner, or what seems to be Dr. Banner.

Bruce turned to see you looking around with a slightly confused expression, “Ah, you’re awake,” he turned to one of his aides, “Contact the Captain and Lieutenant. Tell them to come to get their bride.”

You blinked. Bride?

“Where is Isabeau, my friend?” you inquired as one of the aides brought you some water.

Bruce scowled, “Don’t think about her. You might be able to see her if the Captain and/or Lieutenant wills it.” he remarked while eyeing you up and down in a condescending almost lecherous manner, “Hmm, looks great for breeding,” Bruce noted as he fondled and prodded your curves.

You’ve always been proud of how you looked, but at that moment you wanted to shrink in the corner after giving this Bruce a roundhouse kick to the groin.

You were about to tell Dark!Bruce to fuck off when Tony Stark, fuck it, Dark!Tony entered the room. This Tony looked a lot more sinister with his silver, gray, light, and steel navy blue armor. His face and hair were mostly uncovered with his facial expression positively predatory.

“Cap’s one lucky bastard. He gets a sexy bunny along with Lieutenant Smart Ass.”

Recalling how some megalomaniacs liked shows of submissiveness, you lowered your head and asked where you were.

Whether it be out of pity, spite, or malice, Tony answered your question, “You’re in another earth, another universe.”

You nearly swiveled to look outside the window. NYC’s skyline was radically different. There were fewer buildings and HYDRA insignias everywhere.

“HYDRA took over this world.” You deadpanned. FUUUUCK!

“Sexy and smart.” Tony praised sardonically.

It didn’t take time for HYDRA to regroup after WWII. Zola and his associates were able to convince Howard Stark to give them the Tesseract with the promise of great renown, riches, and no longer being bound by the laws of weaker men. They were able to create a superweapon with the help of Dr. Whitney Frost and have been ruling the planet ever since.

It could be worse. HYDRA knew they had to offer the people comforts in exchange for their obedience. They eradicated all diseases, created a good standard of living, and ended all petty conflicts under the new world order.

Though Tony didn’t feel the need to tell you. You’ll figure it out on your own.

The doors opened to reveal Steve Rogers and his younger, clean-shaven counterpart in all their masculine glory.

“Good, you’re here.” Bruce welcomed smirking at your silent pleas.

Both soldiers walked over and inspected you.

“Hello, kitten. Name’s Ransom.” The clean-shaven soldier drawled as he moaned from your scent, “Nice set of lips you’ve got there.”

“We’ll definitely have some fun with her,” Steve noted as licked his lips ogling your curves.

You had to use all of your restraint not to spit in their faces.

“We’ll take her.” Ransom decided while Steve nodded.

Several of the aides breathed a sigh of relief as Steve broke the chains on your bed like they were nothing.

“Don’t have too much fun now!” Tony called as Steve picked you up bridal style.

“Who am I kidding? they’ll breed her like a Catholic rabbit!”

“Um, where are you taking me?” you queried, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You will address us as ‘Sir’ in public unless instructed otherwise. Is that understood?” It took all that Steve had not to push against the wall and pound your pussy with his cock he was so enraged.

No, he needed to wait. No one was to see what’s theirs.

Ransom, for his part, chuckled and shook his head, “Best not to anger this one, kitten. He hasn’t been in the best of moods.”

You gasped once the doors to their living quarters opened.

The place was huge!

It had a modern yet retro design; it should’ve been confusing, but it worked. Grand windows showcased the skyline with a balcony in the middle with a huge kitchen next to what looked to be a restaurant-style fridge and a huge living room with a TV and a fireplace.

Yet there seemed to be something missing.

“Place needs a woman’s touch,” Ransom commented sending a smirk your way.

“I’ll see you in the guest quarters Ransom” Steve deadpanned as he led you down a hall.

The bedroom was enormous yet sparse like they didn’t know what to do with it.

You were about to say something when Steve dropped you onto the incredibly soft mattress. His eyes darkened with lust and you knew what he wanted. You couldn’t think of a way out of this, not with the magic inhibitors Bruce placed on your wrists.

Maybe you could give escape one last try; you just had to wait for the right opening.

Steve smirked upon seeing you removing your clothes. He liked that you knew your place, his pretty little princess.

You could only gasp when Steve removed his uniform top. He had an incredibly defined musculature: broad shoulders, beefy biceps, chiseled pecs and abs, and a seriously drool-worthy Adonis Belt. The light shining behind him made his body appear even more glorious.

Steve looked like an ancient god brought to modern times.

With a predatory smirk, Steve slowly crawled to you loving the smell of your arousal. “Let me lay out a few rules, sweetheart. You will make our meals, clean our rooms, bear our children, and be our good little whore. You must earn the right to wear a bra; panties are out of the question.”

Each rule was emphasized by a kiss or a love bite to your jaw, neck, collarbone, and shoulders.

Finally, you are to address us as Sir in public and Daddy in private. Say it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you muttered with your eyes downcast.

Steve lifted your chin up with his forefinger, “That’s a good girl,” and brought you in for a kiss on the lips.

The kiss was demanding yet soft. You were surprised he was capable of such gentleness.

Steve was about to push his tongue into his mouth when Ransom strolled into the room.

“Does she know the drill?”

Steve broke the kiss with a smirk,” Just finished explaining it.”

Ransom shot you a sardonic smirk, “You got the rules, kitten? Good. Now if you misbehave, I’m gonna send you to the dungeons for a few days.”

Steve started up again, “But...if you’re good-”

“A good little wifey,” Ransom interjected caressing your right cheek and leaning in for a kiss.

This kiss started off soft then intensified (really know how to lure a girl) into one filled with passion and dominance. Ransom forced his tongue into and moaned at your taste. A few seconds later he was pushing what felt like a small tablet past your tongue forcing you to swallow.

“Did you do it yet?”

“Cool it, grandpa! I did, don’t you worry. She’s gonna feel it. Aren’t ya, kitten.”

You started to feel strange. Your body temperature skyrocketed, your mind was in a deep haze, your thighs were clenching on overtime you were so turned on. You needed relief and fast.

“Please Daddies!” you begged as you tried your best not to touch yourself.

“See grandpa? She’s ready.” Ransom purred as he grabbed your thighs and placed them over his shoulders. He planted a few kisses near your entrance and groaned at the smell of your arousal.

It only took one long, slow lick to your slit to turn you into a moaning mess. You couldn’t believe the pleasure you were feeling. It was like a bolt of lightning shot through you.

Ransom groaned at the taste of your juices. Not even Stark’s overpriced chefs could compare. “Fuck, she tastes divine,” he groaned and dove in for more. Ransom attacked your folds and swollen clit with insane intensity and precision alternating between his tongue and fingers.

You were on cloud nine. Each motion took you further to the precipice of an orgasm. Ransom kept bringing you back from the edge only thrust you back into his level of tumultuous.

Steve got in on the action by covering your moans with a kiss of all-consuming passion and started playing with your breasts.

“Fuck, these tits are amazing! Can’t wait until these are filled with milk” Steve purred as he took one of your nipples into his mouth and the other between his big and forefingers.

After twenty minutes of teasing, Ransom finally let you come. A volcanic eruption of ecstasy erupted from your core and Ransom lapped up all of your juices.

“Rogers, you’re in for a treat!” Ransom exclaimed as he hopped off the edge of the mattress.

“I get her pussy first since you got to eat her out,” Steve uttered as grinned at your blissed-out state.

With a tsk, both of them got you into position with Steve’s thick, muscular thighs on either side of your hips and Ransom standing in front of you taking off his pants.

He was huge! His cock was long, thick, and veiny. It wobbled against his masterfully sculpted abs with each step he took. You wondered how that was going to fit in your mouth. Turns out Steve’s was no smaller if his tip being coated with your slick is any indication.

“This won’t hurt, kitten. You were made for us.” Ransom cooed.

You didn’t know how right he was.

Steve made his move by pushing into you inch by delicious inch and moaned at the sensation. “Fuck, she fits like a dream.”

“Don’t take forever, grandpa.” Ransom chided.

“Shut up, ya punk!” Steve retorted as he began thrusting into you loving the way your pussy clenched around him like a vice’s grip.

“Open wide, kitten,” Ransom started to push his throbbing cock into your mouth.

It took a bit of time and effort to loosen your jaw enough for him to fully enter you. He started fucking your mouth before you were ready. You tried not to gag he was so rough.

What happened to the man from earlier?

“Fuckin’ perfect.” Ransom breathed as he was approaching his climax.

Steve came with a primal roar that reverberated throughout the room after making you come two more times.

“Swallow it, kitten” Ransom ordered.

Funny thing is, you didn’t need the order. You delighted in the salty, tangy, and slightly sweet flavor.

Two minutes after you swallowed all of Ransom’s spent, both men decided it was time to move. Ransom got onto the mattress and pulled you on top of him with his tip nudging your entrance. Steve got behind you and placed kisses along the juncture between your neck and shoulders while positioning himself at your ass.

“Please...please don’t do this!” you pleaded, the pill’s effect slipping for the tiniest of moments.

Steve grabbed your neck with just enough force to pause, not hurt.” Best be a good girl now, sweetheart,” he warned.

Ransom slid in first, “Holy fucking shit!” he moaned, “Sam owes me $40.

“That depends on how well their bride is taking to them,” Steve pointed out.

“Eh, we’ll say ours is better.”

Ransom moaned again once he bottomed out and grabbed the globes of your blessed backside. He couldn’t wait to grab and smack it around in their quarters.

Steve moved slowly causing both of your breathing to hitch, his from pleasure and yours from slight pain.

With a grin and smirk, they started moving in tandem. Your body almost couldn’t take the immense pleasure you were feeling.

“I could get used to this,” Ransom remarked.

“Well, we have the week,” Steve breathed past your ear.

Both kept at it until they came in you twice. You nearly passed out after your twelfth orgasm.

“Rest kitten,” Ransom purred as you finally gave in to your exhaustion.

“The bride took to our seed,” Steve reported to Director Pierce.

“Good. We found their parents along with the rest of the resistance.” Pierce imparted.

Steve scowled at the information.

You and your friend, Isabeau, were the only ones to survive the Eve Project. HYDRA wanted to genetically groom compatible brides for their top soldiers. You were promised to Steve and Ransom and your friend to Bucky and Sam. Both of you were whisked away to another Earth by the resistance and your treacherous parents.

Now you were back where you belong.

“When do we leave?” Ransom growled.

“Once Strange and Wanda crack the protection spell. In the meantime, enjoy your bride.” Pierce turned to leave, but stopped before turning off the screen,” I want to see some little ones soon.”

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dancyon · 3 years

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Capri Recs

Since I have read every single fic in the fandom, I decided to make a rec list with some of the fics that have impacted me the most.

This process was brutal, i legit cried as I tried to narrow it down to ONLY 10 fics for every section, because there’s so many fics that I just adore, but the rules I set for myself said that it was only 10 fics for every section, so that’s what I did.

Completed

>50k

Étude by xlydiadeetz (The grieving process and coming to terms with life)

The Oath by LaLaCat1 (Laurent throws himself between Auguste and Damen at Marlas, and the future changes)

The Veretian Flytrap by Just_Another_Day (omegaverse extra long fic set in canon :))) )

Right Now, You're Smitten by idratherhaveyou (fake dating, one of my fave ever)

Follow the Heartlines by fakexpearls (Damen loses his memory after canon)

Touch You by SteeleStingray (Damen is hired to be Laurent’s bodyguard)

Artes Academy by onekingdomonce (high school au)

Beyond The End of the Stars by Becky_J_1022 (Canon divergence book 2)

Capture Every Minute by orphan_account (Deaf Damen set in canon time)

Astray by liesmyth (The fic where they sleep together all throughout book 2)

20k-50k

The Heir by shinchiisanakyojin (They find a baby and get an heir :)) Kid Fic)

Hey, Look Up by Ruby_Wednesday (Nicaise is alive, idk what y’all are on about)

Anything For You by DisraeliGears (Damen just wants Nik and Laurent to be friends)

Weighed and Measured by Kittendiamore (The cave fic where Laurent gets another chance with Auguste)

Summer Fruit by Kirianna_May (Omegaverse post canon, i would die for this fic)

an ocean full of change by tumsa (The social media au where they’re actors)

On a bed of white flowers by sunshiner (Laurent’s pov)

A Kansas City Shuffle by niniblack (Con artist Laurent, agent Damen)

Blood, Bones, Voice, Ghost by sunsmasher (Damen is poisoned after canon)

Ice Kings by Iggysassou (Ice skating au :)))) )

10k-20k

The Fate of the Unnamed Pet by floss (What it says on the tin)

Alone, Without Friends by NoBaggage (The time between end of kr and beginning of summer palace)

and living well by uptillthree (Nicaise is alive, idk what y’all are on about)

well I rose, and I rose by liesmyth (Theomedes is alive and unimpressed)

the Aftermath is Secondary by vicariously kingly (pelted) (The one where they have wings)

Mother, Make Me by Kittendiamore (Hennike runs away with Laurent)

A Beast Of A Burden by Kittendiamore, moridad (Laurent declares war on Akielos the moment he becomes King)

Alpha Nicaise AU by Behind_The_Hood (What it says on the tin :))) )

You spin my head (right round) by boybeaulieu (Step Up au that gives me life)

Song of Us by Winmance (Musicians au, Laurent is a faceless YouTube singer)

5k-10k

For Better, for Worse by itallends (No one believes Laurent when he says he’s married)

Breath of Life by Kittendiamore (Groundhog Day au of canon)

shivering gold by onekingdomonce (Laurent plays a pet again like in book 2)

Breaking News by mfingenius (Modern AU, Auguste takes custody of Laurent)

ask to be unbroken by marrieddorks (Modern au post breakup and finding each other again)

Lonely Boys, Sons of Men by narie (Laurent’s conversation with the regent before the trial)

a thing of cream and stars by laurxnts (soft summer palace fic)

run all the lights by Fahye (fast cars :)))) )

The Last Hunt by timelymeanwhile (15yo Laurent)

Kingdom Come by nuttinonice (Sex is complicated for Laurent)

2k-5k

From Eden by Kittendiamore (Laurent’s isn’t doing anything with his life until Damen comes along with a gun and fun)

Business and Pleasure by VeretianStarburst (Laurent in a skirt)

Sweet Comic Valentine by covertius (Damen takes his stepmom out and Laurent misunderstands)

Pets and Princes by mfingenius (Damen mistakes Laurent for Auguste’s pet)

Bloom by Calenderyear (Herode’s pov of Laurent post KR)

Softly, Gently by deripmaver (Omegaverse au post canon)

and we could dive in blind by sunshiner (Fraternity rivalry au)

As I Am Now by shadowsapiens (Omegaverse au in canon time)

Again by thorvaenn (Time Travel au, Laurent goes back to book 1)

What I've Tasted Of Desire by Holly_Golightly (Halvik’s pov in book 2)

<2k

in the impetus of its fire by Jinxed_Ink (Hennike’s life)

First Impressions by IAmANonnieMouse (Nik’s pov of Laurent)

and your enemies closer by girlguidejones (Nik keeps Laurent company)

and kiss your fingers forevermore by uptillthree (Laurent and Damen talk)

Choices by tokaku (Three people and the fall of the regent)

tooth for an eye by Creberrime (On Damen’s scars)

By Any Other Name by Jinxed_Ink (Soulmate au)

Commit to memory by EmergencyBroadcastSystem (Damen with memory issues since childhood)

i'd take every blow without armor by uptillthree (Laurent’s trial after the execution of the regent in an Auguste lives au)

Wash the Echoes Out by Just_Another_Day (Laurent has a praise kink)

WIP

Sunblind by Folfar (Auguste comes back to life post canon)

there are things unbearable by vannes (nurse Laurent and fbi Damen)

gold switch blade by onekingdomonce (Auguste lives and Laurent has a spy network)

The Enemy of My Enemy by fjshbones (Mafia au)

Too Fondly to be Fearful by Jinxed_Ink (Witch Laurent)

In the Absence of a King by itallends (Fake Dating au)

The Mannequin Gallery by marrieddorks (Model Laurent)

Tempered by Comatosejoy (Thief Laurent and Prince Damen)

Proof by A_Beautiful_Irony (Canon divergence book 2, Damen is trying his best to keep Laurent safe, and viceversa)

a good heart is the sun and moon by fairy___milly (Assassin Laurent, Auguste lives au)

#fic rec #reclist #fanfic #fanfiction #my post #capri #captive prince #there are so many more #i wish i could have put #so so many #it was so painful to have to cut down so much #i spent legit hours trying to figure out which ones I should put #so many fics #this was so painful to make lmao #how do you choose??#theres so many options??????#so much good content???

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inastrangerskiss · 2 years

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valentines

David Finlay x Reader

content warning: its fluff! just fluff!

summary: you didn't have a valentine for valentine's day - or so you thought

a/n: happy valentines day!!!!!

You had been up for hours.

After a full morning of setting up dressing rooms and backstage interview spaces you were collapsed in a back hallway, your head in your hands, your elbows propped up on your knees. Juice stood overhead, stretching, waiting for you to say something - anything at all.

“Heads up.” He nodded towards the distance.

You lifted your head and rubbed the sleep from your eyes with the back of your hand to see a knight in shining armor drawing ever closer to you: David Finlay with an iced coffee in hand and a smile on his face.

“Here you are.” He sang, ducking slightly to present the drink with a flourish. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

You felt your heart flutter as his fingertips grazed yours in the exchange. His gaze washed over you and your cheeks went pink.

A small smile wound its way over his face as he walked quickly past you.

For the last year and a half, this had been the source of all your angst and all your stress. Cups of coffee on the fly. Lingering glances from a distance. Attention when you had least expected it.

It wasn’t always like this.

When you met Juice (however many years ago) things were normal - simple, even. But, you quickly found that David Finlay was tied to him at the hip. And so, trips to the mall would become trios lunches just as a trip to the gym would turn into a sparring session for the two men.

It wasn’t until you all ended up at the same party that things started to get a little hazy.

Juice had vanished to talk to some girl that had caught his eye and you had found your way to the kitchen, away from the chatter and thumping bass. You found a seat on the countertop, head in your phone and hand in a bowl of Chex Mix, when another body joined you.

David.

He walked up to you, leaning against the ledge to your right, a bright grin pushing his cheeks up.

“Having fun in here?” He asked.

“It’s too loud.” You gestured to the living room.

“You want me to leave you alone?”

You looked at him from beneath your brow, sizing him up before shaking your head playfully. A smile pressed through your pursed lips as you watched him pretend to be relieved.

“Thanks.” He murmured.

And he stood there in silence, simply happy to be beside you, picking from the leftover party snacks. Eventually, conversation came easily. You asked him about meeting Juice and he asked you the same question. You asked him about wrestling and he asked you about backstage work. You asked him if he had anything original to ask you and he only chuckled quietly to himself.

“Hmm…” He thought, rounding your side to stand in front of where you sat. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Green. Next question.”

“Okay.” His hands met your knees and a burning flush crept up your cheeks. “Favorite season?”

“Fall. These are too easy, Finlay.”

David furrowed his brow and leaned in a little closer. Maybe it was the second vodka tonic or maybe it was sheer courage but you mimicked his face and leaned in just as close until your foreheads were touching.

“If I gave you my number would you text me?” He asked.

Your heart threatened to race its way out of your chest and run itself all the way back home.

“Like how friends text each other? Of course, David. I’d love to make a new friend.” You teased.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” He protested, stepping away while tossing his head back so the loose strands of his messy bun fell down his neck.

“How’d you mean it then?” You asked, feigning innocence.

“I meant if I wanted to text you and maybe, like, take you out. I don’t know!”

“I asked you for a difficult question.” You smiled.

“It’s not like you’ve answered.”

You didn’t have to. Instead you held your phone in his direction and he stared at it for a moment until you wiggled it around. He took it and added his phone number before sending a text to himself, thereby putting you in his contacts. He handed the phone back and returned his hands to the tops of your knees.

He leaned in towards you once more and you leaned in just as much. You wondered if he was going to kiss you. You wondered if you’d feel that lip ring against your lips or his scruff against your skin. And he lingered for just a second too long, convincing you the moment was imminent.

But then he pulled away. And he returned to the living room.

You had texted him but you had never spoken of that night ever again. It was your secret.

And now, there you sat, in the backstage hall, just outside of the locker rooms, David hurrying away with a suitcase rolling behind him and his own iced coffee in hand.

“Nothing for me?” Called Juice.

“I can’t have two Valentine’s!” David called over his shoulder.

Juice only shook his head, sliding down to a seated position beside you.

“What’s that about?” He asked.

“You shouldn’t even be drinking coffee before a match. You know that.” You shrugged.

But that was hardly the answer Juice was looking for.

“He talks about you a lot.” He muttered.

This caused you to lift your head towards your friend, confusion wracking your face. He looked perturbed by the fact.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“He’s always going on about something you did or something funny that you said.” Juice spoke, his brow furrowed as though he were confused. “Hell, he talked about getting you this coffee at least twenty times last week.”

You sipped your drink casually, hoping Juice wouldn’t put two and two together. He looked up to you and then back down at the tape around his wrists.

“Nothings going on with you guys, right?”

“No.” You quickly responded. “No, that’s silly.”

His loss for words was only furthered by your instant denial.

“I wouldn’t care, you know.” He spoke slowly. “I just feel like if my two best friends are together I should be aware.”

“Nothing’s going on. And, anyways, do you really think I wouldn’t tell you?”

Juice shrugged.

You reached over and ruffled his hair, causing his pensive expression to recede into a smile. He batted your hand away before standing back up.

And so the day continued. Juice and David had their match and you continued doing your job. You hardly saw the two aside from fleeting interactions as they walked from the locker rooms to the ring and back. Occasionally, you’d hear one or both of them laughing hysterically in the distance and you wished you could be there with them.

The show finished and the arena cleared, wrestlers and crew packed up and went home. You so badly wanted to be a part of the mass exodus but instead you found yourself in a nearly empty back hall, rapidly shoving items into your day bag. Nothing would fit and you were certain the last shuttle back to the hotel had already departed. Frustration and exhaustion began to mount as the urge to cry began to burn in the back of your throat.

You thought you had a handle on it. You thought you’d be able to hold off on crying until getting back to your bed.

And then you dropped a stack of folders, sending papers flying every which way on the dirty floor.

“Fuck!” You shouted, hot, flustered tears quickly rolling down your cheeks.

“Everything okay out here?” A familiar voice asked, appearing from the locker room.

There stood David, rolling suitcase in tow behind him and a sympathetic smile on his face. It only made you want to cry harder.

“Yeah.” You murmured, wiping your hands over your face in an attempt to hide any evidence of an emotional breakdown.

Slowly, he knelt down by your side and began gathering the loose sheets, stacking them gently into one pile and the now empty folders into another.

“It’s gonna take me ages to get these organized again.” You groaned.

You hoped a heavy sigh might mask the way your voice warbled under the weight of unhappiness but it was useless. David turned to you, placing a hand on your arm and squeezing gently.

“Hey. No use crying over spilled paperwork.” He quipped, a small grin lighting up his words.

“You don’t understand. This took me so long to get right in the first place.”

David stood, leaving you to sit alone on the ground. He placed the folders and papers on a table before returning to your side. With a finger under your chin he lifted your gaze to meet his, causing butterflies to ring through your chest, temporarily replacing the melancholy. His thumb dabbed a solitary tear away from the corner of your eye as he searched your face for something resembling peace.

“It’s all good.” He spoke softly, his warm words meant only for you in your time of need. “Don’t worry about it. You’ll get it all put back together. I bet it's not even as bad as it looked.”

You found yourself nodding in response to his words. There was something in his touch that had calmed you almost instantly, something that comforted you immediately.

“Now, c’mon let's get out of here before they lock us in.”

David stood quickly, holding a hand out to you. You took it and he hoisted you to your feet. His fingers wove themselves between yours as you walked to gather your items and you wondered if he realized the sort of somersaults he was inspiring in your heart. When his grip on you tightened you knew he must.

He took your bag and your papers, you took the nearly finished coffee from that morning. He offered you a quick smile before gesturing towards the exit.

You both walked in silence for a bit. It was weird but, then again, things had been weird. You felt your brain insisting that everything had been easy at first - that it had been normal at one point. But now you found yourself desperate to remember what normal felt like, if only to make something resembling conversation.

Occasionally, he’d glance in your direction and you’d blush and you wondered if this was your new way of conversing.

“Got any plans for tonight?” He finally asked.

“No.” You shook your head.

“No hot Valentine's Day dates or anything?” He continued, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You couldn’t help but let out a tiny laugh. “No, no. Just myself and those papers you’re holding.”

He nodded as you held the door open for him.

“I think I’ll have to call a cab.” You sighed, looking for a shuttle but finding nothing.

“Me too.” David agreed.

“Well, we’re going the same way. We could share one.”

David seemed to consider the offer for a moment before shrugging a sort of approval. Slowly, he lowered himself to a seated position onto a shallow stone wall, You called for the cab as he carefully flickered the edges of the paper in his hands. You watched him with the tiniest hint of a grin and when his bright, blue eyes caught yours it deepend into a beaming smile.

Once you hung up you became painfully aware of the silence in the air.

“They’ll be here in ten minutes.” You exhaled as you sat down beside him.

“Cool.”

The awkwardness finally hit its boiling point inside of you and you couldn’t stand it any longer. You turned towards David, catching him off guard, and swallowed all of the pride you had ever known.

“What’s going on?” You asked quickly.

David stared at you for a moment, blankness consuming his expression.

“Just helping out a friend, I thought. What do you mean?” He responded, his head cocked to the side.

“What do I mean? You’ve been weird around me for a while. Since the party.”

David waved a hand at you, brushing you off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We were texting!”

“Your last text to me was to tell me it was raining and to make sure I’d bring an umbrella to the show.”

“Right! That’s not weird.”

“Juice was telling me you talk about me!”

You could see the panic register on David’s face as he realized his best friend had sold him out.

“That’s not-”

“Were you or were you not flirting at the party?”

David struggled as he deliberated between placing your papers and folders beside him or holding them tight to his chest. His face was a mixture of bashfulness and defensiveness as he tried to find the right words to send back in your direction.

Your voice quieted, suddenly feeling just a bit too shy.

“You can just say you were drunk.” You laughed, nervously.

“Well - I - you know what?” He started but backed down immediately, drawing into himself just enough for you to notice. “I’d be lying if I said that was why I asked for your number.”

The wind whistled between your faces, the tension of a schoolyard crush coming to light clogging up the air. He looked to you and you looked away, blushing far too hard to continue the conversation. He grinned before looking down at the fluttering sheets of white in his hands.

“I really think you’re cool.” He continued.

“Oh you think I’m cool?” You teased.

“Yes.” He chuckled. “I think you’re really cool.”

“Not cool enough to have a Valentine’s Day date, I guess.”

“Is this not enough for you.” He asked, gesturing with one hand to the desolate arena you were sat in front of.

You locked your gaze on him as he watched the road for a car resembling that of a taxi. The strands of hair free of his ponytail holder fluttered in the wind as he squinted in the sunlight.

“So what about you? No plans tonight?” You asked.

He slapped a hand to his chest pretending to be taken aback.

“Wow. You’re just assuming I don’t have something going on?” He scoffed.

“Well you don’t seem to be in any sort of rush to get anywhere. You were the last one out of the locker rooms.”

“Maybe I’m just a laid back guy. Have you considered that?”

You raised your hands in surrender as he continued to put on his little song and dance. When he realized you had no more deductions he puffed his chest and lifted his chin just slightly.

“For your information, I do have a date tonight.” He announced.

Your heart fell to your feet. It was silly, but the Valentine’s Day coffee in your hand suddenly felt like an empty gesture - one you no longer understood. Certainly, Juice would’ve told you if there was someone else in David’s life. Certainly he wouldn’t have let you flirt with someone who was only going to hurt you.

“Do you now, Finlay?”

“Yeah. She’s just at work right now so I’m not in any hurry.”

“Are you guys doing anything cool?” You continued, doing your best to not let your voice shake.

“Nah. Not really. I’m hoping we’ll just hang out in my hotel room.”

Your mouth formed an “o”, no longer interested in any details he might be able to offer you. But still he persisted.

“She’s probably pretty tired after a day like today so I think we’ll just order some food, watch a movie.”

You nodded, digging your nails into the centers of your palms. You wanted nothing more than for your ears to simply stop working. You wanted him to stop speaking.

“She’s also got a lot of paperwork to sort through so I’ll probably end up helping her with that. Maybe not the most riveting first date.”

Your brain fell silent. It felt as though the wind stopped and the whole world went still. The only sound you could hear was David’s smug, self satisfied smile pulling its way across his cheeks.

“You’re a jackass!” You exclaimed.

“I had you going though, didn’t I.”

“Is that how you always ask girls out?”

“Depends on if you say yes or not.”

“You never asked me a question.”

David stared at you, mouth open, incredulous, for a moment before shaking his head.

“Would you like to hang out when we get back to the hotel?”

“Just hang out? Like two pals? Just two buddies spending some time together?” You pushed, knowing you were beginning to drive him insane.

He let out a heavy sigh before reformulating his question.

“Would you like to go on a date with me back to my hotel room?”

You inhaled a scandalized gasp, only pushing David closer to the brink of getting up and walking away.

“That’s a bit forward of you isn’t it, Finlay?”

David dropped his head back and exhaled a long, slow, groan. “Can you just say yes?”

Carefully, you pushed off of the stone wall and leaned in close to him, your forehead creased with concentration as you looked him over once and then twice. Once you felt you had sufficiently put him through the ringer, you gently kissed his cheek, eliciting a burning red flush from his face.

“Yes.” You murmured, through a pleased grin.

“Yes?” David asked.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me on a date since the party. You know, when you said you wanted to text me to ask me out on a date.” You rolled your eyes.

He chuckled with a small nod. “I meant to ask you sooner but we were both just so busy.”

“And you thought that the best time was twenty minutes after watching me cry about paperwork?”

“I didn’t want to do it in front of Juice.”

“You could've texted me.”

“I thought you might not see it.”

“What if I left before you?”

“I was hoping the coffee might make you stick around.” He shrugged. “Anyways, same hotel and all that.”

He wasn’t wrong. You had been invited to cut your shift early but you opted to stick around if only to thank him for the drink. And you were thankful your attraction to this man outweighed your desire to take a nap.

“It would’ve sucked if I left.” You sighed.

“I would’ve had to ask Juice for your room number. It would’ve been awkward.” He laughed, his voice trailing off. “But I’m glad you didn’t leave.”

A warmth spread over your cheeks as you shot your eyes to the ground. David’s hand found yours and gave it a gentle squeeze, drawing your gaze back to his. He sent a beaming grin in your direction and you felt the gentle hum of a thousand butterflies awaken in your stomach.

Eventually, the taxi pulled up to where you sat. David stood first and waited for you to open the door for him. As the car drove down winding roads the skies became gray and a chill rippled through the air. But your fingers remained intertwined with his and that was enough for you.

When you reached the hotel he helped you drop your belongings off in your room before walking you up to his. He ordered you food and you laid on the bed, flipping through channel after channel. And when you accidentally fell asleep, curled up against his pillow, he did his best to try to organize your papers for you.

Eventually, your eyes blinked open and you found yourself beneath a blanket, comfortable and warm, David still sitting beside you.

“Good morning.” He chirped.

“What time is it?”

“10pm.”

“Guess I’m not much of a date.” You sighed.

“You’re fine.” He smiled. “I’m still happy you’re here.”

“Yeah?”

He looked you up and down before confidently nodding. “Yeah.”

So you crawled closer, closing the gap he had intentionally left for your comfort, and wrapped an arm over his waist. You laid yourself on his chest and he gently kissed the crown of your head.

And you felt safe. And you felt at home. And it didn’t matter that you had slept through most of the evening.

You still had time for a movie.

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A study into Zofian culture- Section 1:

Holidays.

In the continent of Valentia, holidays were traditions shared among commonbirth and nobles alike. We had some holidays that were celebrated only in Rigel, some only in Zofia, and a few celebrated in both nations.

I remember a few holidays were actually Archanean festivals, that were celebrated in Valentia by those who came from Archanea.

While I’m sure there are a few I’m forgetting, I can list some major holidays here:

A harvest celebration, in mid-Pegastym. A holiday that carried over from Archanea, many cultures had this or something similar. All of Valentia celebrated the reaping of crops, and thanked the gods for their blessings. Markets became very lively at this time, full of musicians and travelers serving special dishes. Outdoor dances were also common in highly populated areas. Because villagers were able to sell their crops from the harvest and make new wealth, livestock sales and auctions were typically held at these markets as well. Like most holidays in Zofia, this was celebrated differently between higher and lower classes. Noble families would make wreaths or garland out of gourds, vines, and leaves. Why this was exclusively a noble thing, I have not a clue.

Characteristic only to Zofia, we had a major holiday lasting several days in Wyrmstym, nearing the end of the calendar year. Rigel had their own holiday in Wyrmstym honoring the War Father. On the first day of this celebration, small communities would gather to set up lanterns and other decorations throughout the village. Zofian nobility often threw parties throughout the week as well. During this holiday, it was seen as very important that you do not wear complicated or brightly colored clothing. Natural tones and basic robes were encouraged, as everyone was supposed to appear equal. Many people in villages would wear burlap around their hair, usually reused from burlap sacks that held food. (These wraps had to be made of burlap, lest they be mistaken for garments associated with brigands or pirate groups). Adorably, some people made similar headwraps for their horses as well. Small statues and carvings made from wood, wax, or clay were made and sold as common gifts during this time, similar to Sigillaria in some way. As my father was a common carpenter when I was growing up, you can imagine how many of these I made. (Ironically, carvings of knights on horses and birds carrying miscellaneous items were my favorite to make. When I lived in the village, I would make one or two excess and gift them to my husband back when we were small children.)

The largest holiday in Zofia was celebrated in early Flostym (start of spring). I truly wish I could remember what it was called, but the name was in Archanean, a language that no longer exists. It possessed small similarities to a modern Valentine’s Day for FEH’s Day of Devotion, except this holiday was meant to honor the Earth Mother. Mila is a love goddess, and many of her teachings were about compassion. Not just in terms of romantic love, but love for family members and comrades as well. Gifts were not expected, unless you were giving a gift to your children. Church sisters would spend days leading up to the holiday making wreaths for your head out of wildflowers, or occasionally other plants. These crowns would be given out to everyone, either by members of Mila’s Faith or by young children in areas that were far from a temple. It was strongly frowned upon to have disputes or ill feelings on this day, and personal grudges were expected to be dropped. Streets were decorated with flowers, and some knights chose to wear these very large flower brooches on their armor. Others were expected to dress well.

When I lived closer to Zofia castle, the festivals held on this day were huge. People would dance with each other in front of the castle, or in village squares, and these dances would go on for hours. I remember passing through the harbor and taverns would be so full that I saw people sitting on the roof, electing to get away from the busyness inside. A very common tradition was for people to pick edible wildflowers and weeds, dry them, and coat them in sugar. These candied wildflowers would be wrapped together in large bundles, and sold in many places. This was typically the only time you could buy them, as the candies were associated only with the holiday, like what candy corn is to Halloween. My husband loved these sweets dearly. They were his favorite.

It was a day to celebrate the goddess and your loved ones. It was celebrated each year, even long after the Earth Mother’s passing. Perhaps that is what evolved into the “Day of Devotion” we see in Askr.

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