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bluexiao · 2 years

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#the perfect family

—you’re a spy, and you need a perfect family in order to attain world peace

CHARACTERS. assassin! Albedo, Ayato, Xiao; gn!reader (w/ mind reader! Klee, Sayu, Qiqi respectively)

THEMES. This is absolutely inspired by Spy X Family… and you guessed it, if you know the story, this is gonna be crack (mostly) and fluff. spy au. the children are mind-readers and the three men are assassins.

NOTES. I’ve had this in my drafts for like one month and i am sO glad that i am finally done with it. this is very fun to write indeed tho! btw i was about to include diona and diluc here but like,,, i dont see them getting along AT ALL (but if someone requests them hmmmmm why not, just with different dynamics than the other three)

ALBEDO

When you had first heard of Klee, you also hear the name “Albedo”

Of course, as someone who’s in need of both a child AND a husband, you decided that they were the perfect pair for the role. Not only was Klee seen as a “child” of this man, but the child gets along with everybody, and that would mean it would be quite easy to please her.

Albedo, who was a genius assassin, is actually in need of a spouse as well. After all, people in the police station were beginning to wonder why he is still single. And yes, he is a detective—as much as he is an assassin. It’s just that his fellow peers did not know he is actually a contract assassin, of course, he was making sure it is very well hidden. As someone who believes the statement “Keep your friends close and enemies closer,” (of course, he can’t just poison these nitwits no matter how much he hated their guts) this is something he thought of doing the moment he had reached the point where he needed a job to hide his original occupation—the one that pays much higher.

And besides, he was doing a far better job than these “police officers” who most of the time do not particularly care about the people and take money from offenders when they are rich.

At the same time, he also has to protect Klee. People knew her as his child, but she’s actually his adoptive little sister. Their mother, which is technically his boss as well, is always absent. He did not care how the public saw him and his sister, as long as she is safe, then everything is okay.

But the thing is, it is not.

Now, he needs to find a “spouse,” fake or not.

You were just in timing.

The moment he saw you, you were with Klee, saying that you had come across the girl on your walk and had walked her back home when she could not find her way home. At that moment, he remembered your face. You were in the documents that Kaeya had brought him the other day who had clear records and was living alone. You were single.

“Albedo, Albedo, what do you think of them? Y/n?” Klee had asked him that day, to which he answered with;

“They seem nice,” he smiles, “Did you have fun with them, Klee?”

“Klee had fun!” the girl grins brightly, then her mood changes, “does Albedo like Y/n?”

He tilts his head to the side, quite confused why she was asking this, “I don’t think there’s a reason to dislike them.” After all, Y/n has clear records, seems capable, and he definitely needs someone like that. For both him and Klee.

Unbeknownst to Albedo, Klee had read his mind and took it upon herself to “matchmake” the two of you. After all, Klee also knew that you were “interested” in her “father” as well.

“Y/n, Y/n, stay with us for dinner!”

“Y/n, Y/n, play with Klee and father!”

Albedo was quite curious as to why Klee had suddenly called him “father”, as she had never outrightly referred to him as such, but he had merely brushed it off, especially when she was making it easy for him to win you over. It was actually the same for you. No matter how confused you are and questioned how it all felt like it was going fast, your acting skills were pulling through.

You both pretended to be dating and soon came to the conversation where you needed someone to be your “fake” husband. Of course, you did not say anything about your mission, and you still were worried he’d reject you.

But he did not.

“Of course,” he smiles, “when will be the wedding?”

At that time, your heart skipped a beat but you misinterpreted it as excitement that your mission was going well.

Giddy, you unconsciously held one of his hands, “Last year,” you paused, realizing your mistake, “I mean, what if we got married last year instead?”

Thus began the fake family you all had established with your collective efforts.

AYATO

You were referred to Sayu by a friend of yours—Kana. She told you that the girl’s identity is not that much known and that she’s very much trained as a fighter at a young age. As much as you did not like the fact that someone taught a child to fight, you found this useful since this is, in fact, a dangerous job.

Sayu is lazy, but Kana also said that she is obedient and responsible.

When you met the little girl, all of what Kana said was the absolute truth. So you asked her as well if she had any information about single men as well. And that was how you came to know Ayato, who will be your husband.

Oh, I apologize, your current husband. As it will be written that you two had been married for two years and adopted Sayu a year later.

You had no idea who your husband was, but you trusted Kana’s intuition when she referred you to him, who for one accepted to be in a contract marriage with you. Of course, you mentioned you have a child, but you did not tell him that Sayu had just been adopted a few days ago and not a year ago.

But he sure did notice that Sayu was good at fighting. Or at least, has a bit of knowledge.

“Our Sayu has talent,” you heard him—your now-husband (you still could not comprehend you had to call him husband somehow) say one day, amused, referring to how Sayu was complaining how she was watching a movie about martial arts and noticed the little mistakes the actors were doing. “What do you say about enrolling her on a varsity team?

He seems to have said this without thinking and when he looked to you, who was now gaping at him without saying a word, he awkwardly smiles, “It’s just an idea. I think it would be a waste to try to give it a chance.”

“No, no, of course,” you broke the contact and looked away, now aware that he is actually quite observant—very observant, “let us ask Sayu if she wants to. But I don’t mind as long as she really wants it.”

Of course, your current husband is observant, he is an assassin for goodness’ sake… but you did not know that.

In the end, Sayu did get into martial arts, which is during the weekends, to give way to her school days on the weekdays. Of course, it is still the priority, as the main purpose of this mission of yours was to get your “child” to get the attention of your current target, as it was seemingly the only way to get close to the target.

Personally, you hated using others or relying on others in missions, but as you simply could not just dress yourself as a child and a spouse all in one seating, you had no choice.

“How are you faring in your new school, Sayu?” you had inquired your daughter one weekend night during dinner—which you had cooked and your husband had helped with the plating. Just the plating. Apparently, Ayato is quite elegant in all aspects of his life… maybe except for his cooking. Not that the meals he cooks are entirely inedible, but sometimes he would spice something overly or that there is just something wrong with it that you could not particularly point out.

“Boring.” Sayu had let out, unconsciously, in her defense, but she immediately corrects herself when the word caught both you and Ayato’s attention. “I mean, they’re all boring! I… I already know m-most of them! The lessons, I mean.” Sayu stutters, but she brightens up when you and Ayato smiled at her.

“Our Sayu is really intelligent, isn’t she?” Ayato mused.

You hummed in response, going back to your meal. “You should still listen to the teacher, dear. The teachers at that school would most likely ask about things that they say in the lessons.” How did you know? Well, of course, you had seen samples of their questionnaires.

Unbeknownst to you, Sayu’s jaw dropped as she had read your mind. Silently, she wished you could just tell her the answers already.

But she could just sneak into your room when both you and father are away to find the questionnaires if you wouldn’t.

XIAO

Qiqi is special, you knew that the moment you had come across her in the orphanage. She’s quiet, very forgetful… and apparently, she was also the only one who could read and write amongst the other children.

You were quite sure you were forming a bond with her and that you’ve already cleared that she was to go to school after 3 months. What you didn’t know… is that she already knew you before you even approached her.

As a mind reader, Qiqi is quite unnerved by everyone. No one had particularly impressed her since everyone she had encountered was quite… bland, so to speak. You? You were special. You were muttering in your head how much you needed someone who could help you “save the world” and for some reason, she was intrigued by it.

“Is this… to save the world?” she had asked one time as you and she was buying books to help her prepare for the entrance exam.

You did not mind the words in her question, for you were too busy trying to search for academic books and pencils, “Yes, children are the future of the world, so this would help save the world.”

And thus began the misunderstanding between you and the child.

Xiao is an assassin—of course, for the “good.” He was hired to protect the people from corrupt men and to do the “dirty work” that no one else can do. That’s what assassins like him were.

Lately, though, his boss told him one thing: “Find an identity.”

What the hell was that?—he thought. But then his boss began saying that he should have a normal identity for the normal world in order to not be suspected in the future, for his safety as well.

“Actually, make that an assignment,” his boss says.

Thus now, he’s in search of a job. Sure, his streaming in Twitch may be considered one, but he’s not really allowed to show his face, of course, because of his assassin job, so now he has to quit that and find something… normal.

That’s when he found you.

Of course, he was quite surprised when he saw you had a child. How dare he suddenly cling to someone with a family already! What if he had asked you out unknowingly that you have a spouse?! Not only is that embarrassing but he could also be entangled in an affair that might lead him straight to court, straight to prison, and even straight to his death if anyone ever found out anything about his true occupation!

He could just feel the shivers run down his spine.

When Qiqi read Xiao’s mind and yours, she did not know what to do except say the words:

“Qiqi… Qiqi doesn’t have a papa… He can be my papa…”

Now, Qiqi was merely amused over the fact that both you and this stranger have the same thoughts about saving the world and needing a spouse to do that. She’s merely a child but it does not hurt to help you two out, right?

“Qiqi, I…” you hesitated for a bit as you awkwardly smiled at Xiao, “I apologize if that offended you, sir… It’s just that… it has been a while since her father died. My husband… he kind of looked a lot like you.”

You definitely did not rehearse with the child, but it was as if she was reading your mind, Qiqi did not say anything that entailed you as a liar. You could only thank the Archons or whoever was listening to you despite not heavily being a believer.

Surprisingly, it was not too long until this “family” had been established, as you had gotten your newly appointed husband to agree to your plans.

Qiqi thinks that this “family” is quite good—better, actually. Better than the orphanage. Better than her previous “home”, if she could even call it one.

However, Qiqi wanted something else.

“Coco goat…”

“Hm? What was that, darling?” you had inquired, as you did not particularly understand-

“Coco goat… Qiqi wants a coco goat.”

At that moment, you had looked over your husband with confusion written all over your face.

To which he replied, “I have no idea what that is.”

In the end, you both got her a cat instead. And a goat stuff toy.

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ms-all-sunday · 5 days

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ah our first look at how franky actually is, and hes sobbing like a baby over usopps circumstances. its such a juxposition, up until this point he had been using masculinity as a cover up due to how he perceived the straawhats, and so he had come off as a Crime Badguy, and then you hear him cry. it's different than zoro or sanji or any other characters brand of masculinity, even usopps. (in fact, usopp calls him a nitwit for it)

theres focus on his tea, how the square sisters bring it to him, how hes silly when he drinks it while its too hot, while he calls usopp "brother", he isn't mad when the hostage situation doesnt work out but responds with empathy. (he compliments usopp even if its a bit manipulative, calls him dignified and forgiving. usopp is none of these things especially in this arc)

(usopp also says "whatever happens happens" which is what zoro said during the initial fight, paralleling their facades of apathy)

he offers usopp a spot in his family (after being a little hypocritical about holding grudges) and we don't know the context around this at this point in the story, but with how soft franky is in this moment, it feels genuine, gets the intent across anyways. he compliments usopp genuinely this time. says hes thinking about usopps future. offering him a home

he offers the merry a place to stay and gets offended when usopp is overly polite. they aren't strangers. it's this need for warmth from usopp, this drawing out of kindness, offering a seat at the table. the option to be kind again when usopp can't fear rejection from him, usopp doesnt care what he thinks in this moment. and thats rare for usopp. franky says aqua laguna brings the city together with such fondness you can't help but think community is important to him.

franky cares about usopp now, cares about him in the same way his friends do because of the principals he's shared and the only thing keeping usopp from rejecting this warmth is he doesn't care. he doesn't. until he does. until franky, like his other friends, loves him enough to dismantle the ship, loves him enough to show him the ship. to hold him accountable.

#modposts #w7 watch #cyborg franky #god usopp #op #one piece #meta #kissing franky as we speak god hes so perfect and handsome and soft and

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alexendria-rose · 2 months

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That Damn Sebastian Sallow~ Sebastian Sallow X Reader.

Warnings~ Smut, alcohol usage, sexual harassment(not from our sweet Sebastian) language.

Y/n ~

I sit next to Imelda scoffing at what Sebastian Sallow was screaming about, oh on how he fought so poachers with my help. But didn’t seem to include that in the ridiculous story from our last semester where I magically “saved the world.” I can’t believe I ever help that nitwit. We were never friends, we helped each other to get what we both wanted. I wanted more information about Ragnok and he wanted to save his sister and miserably failed. But of course I couldn’t let his go to Azkaban, he was a stupid dick but he didn’t deserve that, nobody did. So I convince Ominis and he agreed it wasn’t the right move. But ever since that day we haven’t talked at all, he was more cocky then last year and that was saying a whole lot. I roll my eyes when he locks eyes and gives me a small wink. I look at Imelda with an irritated expression on my face.

“I might kill him.” I sigh rubbing my forehead the headache starting to form. She laughs at my expression that sat on my face.

"Oh shut up Y/n, you love that nitwit." I widen my eyes planting a nice hit on her shoulder.

"I do not love him, he's literally a fuck boy who I'm pretty sure has fucked everyone in this castle, also he's annoying? His ego is too big for my liking." I mumble softly, Garreth walks up behind us tickling my sides, I start giggling. "Garreth Weasley!" Garreth was one of my best friends, he was kind of dumb but I loved him as a friend.

"Hello beautiful girl." He smirks sliding in the seat next to Imelda and I. "Hello Imelda." She rolls her eyes smugly waving a small hi before heading out of the great hall. "What are you doing tonight? The Gryffindor's are having a party in our common room with everyone in our 6th year, coming?" I smirk lightly raising a eyebrow to him.

"Are you kidding of course I'm coming." He smiles placing a small kiss to my cheek.

"Can't wait to see you later tonight then, but I do have to head out I'm making some concoctions for our party tonight, so I'll see you later beautiful girl." He gives me a smile goodbye, also heading out of the Great Hall.

"Ugh that was the worse flirting I've ever seen." I turn my head towards Sebastian furrowing my eyebrows. I huff gathering my stuff in my arms.

"Oh like you can do better Sallow, let me guess you use the same lines on everyone in this castle?" I question lifting an eyebrow before trying to walk away from the conversation. Sebastian rushes after me keeping up with my pace.

"Oh? Come on L/n if I wanted you, I could have you." He smirks, we walk out of the Great Hall I slow down to face him, scoffing at his comment.

"Never will you get me Sebastian Sallow, you couldn't have me if you wanted too." Sebastian smirks tilting his head at me before crossing his arms.

"So you're saying you've never thought of me?" He comments moving towards me slowly. I back up while he continues to move towards. "You're telling me, you've never thought of my lips on your own? My body close to yours?" My back was pressed against the wall as he continues to move closer to me, I hitch my breath feeling his breath on mine. He grabs my chin making me look up into those stupid hazel eyes. "Cause I think about you all the time." He whispers gently into my ear, my knees buckle at the way his breath went down my neck. I cant believe he has the audacity to think he can just claim me? I glare up at him keeping my legs tightly together.

"No, because knowing you can't have me, but knowing I can make you weak gives me such a satisfaction." I grab his tie, turning him around pushing him against the wall I was just against before leaning towards his face, my hand still gripping onto his tie, his eyes widen at the sudden switch. "I know you think about me Sebastian, and that gives me great satisfaction." I whisper into his ear before giving him a teasing nip on his ear smirking slightly before pulling back to see his face flustered, his breath was hitched and yes I was right this was satisfying. I smirk pushing myself away. "See you later Sebastian Sallow." I walk away winning yet another battle, but maybe not so much because I was starting to feel things that I have yet not felt before. I glance back at him to see him already staring at me with amazement across his face.

Sebastian~

I look at her while she walks away, she glances at me and I swear she knocked me out with that one look. I lean against the pillar next to me. What the actually fuck was that? I've always thought she was beautiful, but I didn't actually care for her that much... but I just loved to tease her, the way she would puff out here cheeks, the way she didn't let me put her down-she would always put a fight, and Merlin beard did that do that to me. I lied I did care for her, but I also had this strange obsession to make her mine, even though we would barely talk and when we did we bantered back and fourth with each other, and I never tried to get to know her knowing she hated me. But after that interaction, she was going to be mine and I was going to try everything in my power to make her mine. I walk into the Undercroft taking all my frustration out by casting as much as spells as I possibly can,

"What the fuck Sebastian." I gasp at the voice turning to look at Ominis, I probably looked like a mess(even thought he couldn't see it), I was trying to distract myself from even thinking about her lips, or her body against mine. Merlin was I sexually frustrated. I groan sitting down on the floor loosening up my tie, letting my wand hang loose between my legs.

"Sorry Ominis, just needed some time to think." I mumble running my fingers through my messy hair. I sigh deeply thinking fdeeply into my thoughts.

"Let me guess, our precius Y/n, the girl you haven't stopped talking about since she beat your ass in crossed wands fifth year?" He questions a sly smirk playing on his face. I scoff at his fuckin stupid ass smirk standing up from my position.

"Fuck I don't know Ominis, she hates me, she bloody hates me, but today... I told her I could make her mine if I really wanted too, and Merlins beard she pushes me against the wall saying I wanted her, now I can't stop thinking about her." I ramble pacing back and forth the Undercroft. Ominis stands still his smirk still dancing on his lips.

"Ah, you like our Hogwarts hero, don't you Sallow." He laughs. "Well maybe you can actually tell her at the party in the Gryffindor common room." He comments before I could reply he exits out of the Undercroft leaving me with my thoughts.

Y/n~

I stand in front of the mirror Imelda next to me putting some makeup on, I've in fact never seen Imelda with even a little bit of makeup on so it was a bit weird I was watching her put makeup on for the first time. I was wearing my knee high boots with a black tight skirt, of course mini skirt what else? with a black corset making my boobs look fantastic might I add. Imelda looks me up down.

"Damn girl, if I was interested in woman, I might just take you now." She winks at me and I laugh at her shaking my head.

"Good, because tonight I'm going to give Sebastian Sallow a taste of his own medicine." I couldn't get Sebastian out of my head since earlier today. The way he was towering over me against the wall, his breath on my neck. I hate that I'm even thinking about him. This is exactly what he was trying to do, but I wasn't going to let him win. Imelda lifts her eyebrow.

"Oh, someone admitting her feelings about him now?" She questions tilting her head putting on her dangling earrings. I scoff laughing.

"Oh I don't not have feelings for that twit." But I slightly blush at her comment, turning my head away as I do so. There was something about the way I controlled him, the way he controlled me. I wonder what he looked like shirtle- merlin Y/n what are you thinking, control your head dumbass. "Just want to play with him a little." I smirk giving myself one finally look in the mirror a satification look playing on my face.

"Well, you will with what you're wearing, making me think why I like men while you're wearing that." She comments, I shake my head once again giggling a bit.

"Oh hush, lets get going yeah?" She nods following me to the Gryffindor common room.

We enter the common room, the party already starting. Some were making out in the corner, others taking shots of whatever Garreth was making. Speaking of Garreth he locks eyes on me, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He walks over holding two glasses in his hands.

"Wow, Y/n, Wow." He looks me up and down. "You look absolutely breathtaking my dear." I chuckle.

"Oh, I just picked something out of my chest." I wink, I point at the second drink. "May I?" He gives me the drink.

"Only for the best." He smirks lightly downing his drink, me following swiftly. The drink burns my throat a bit, but it hit me like a brick. "What is this?!"

"Oh, well it has a lot of alcohol in it and only one drink is really needed." He grins as my eyes widen on how I was already feeling it clogging my system.

"I-I can already feel it, Garreth!" He grabs my waist bringing close to him, I look at him with wide eyes. I didn't feel anything for Garreth, really he was my close friend but that was it, I've always secretly wondered if he wanted to be more but I tried to keep him only in the friend zone.

"Garreth..." I place my hands on his chest, as he grins down at me moving his face closer. "I don't feel that way towards you." I mumble softly looking behind him to catch Sebastian's eyes on me, watching my every move. I look back into his eyes my cheeks heating up but before you know it Garreth agressively places his lips on mine, my eyes widen even more at the contact, me trying to push him away but he kept holding me, actively hurting me as he does so. Sebastian grabs his shoulder ripping him off of me.

"Piss of Weasley!" He shoves Garreth away from me, Garreth looks fuming looking between the two of us.

"Oh, I see what's going on, fucking Sebastian huh, you're such a fuckin whore L/n." Sebastian swings and punches Garreth square into his mouth. Garreth stubles back grabbing his mouth, stomping away from Sebastian. Sebastian looks at me grabbing my arms scanning me from head to toe.

"Are you okay?" He asks genuinely, my eyes look into his, I haven't seen him like this since I helped him finding a cure for Anne, but even then I haven't seen him genuinely care for me, just his twin. I nod smiling softly.

"I'm fine, I would've had him if you would've let me." I tease. I really did like the way Sebastian came to my aid, it made him hotter? Wait hotter?! Did I think he was hot to begin with. He smirks softly.

"I know you would've had him, but I did need an excuse to be near you." He whispers gently placing a gentle hand on my hip. "Dance with me?" He tilts his head at me once again a sly smirk dancing around him lips, and for some reason that was my favorite thing he did. Oh god, I really was starting to fall but I couldn't let him win.

"Only if you can handle me Sallow." I grab the collar of his shirt bringing him closer to me, he grips onto my hips bringing my hips closer to his. I hitch a breath at the contact looking up at him but his eyes were already on mine.

"I'm the only one who can handle you." He whispers in my ear, nibbling gently on my ear just like I did to him before leaving him stranded. I gasp as he places a small kiss to the side of my neck, my eyes rolling back into my head at the contact.

"Maybe you're right, but I'm the only who makes you weak to your knees." I bark back, moving my hands up and down his chest, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. He inhales deeply. God I wanted him, the way he looked in black slacks, and this black button up rolled up to his elbows, he must know this is my weakest spot for men.

"You're right, my dear." He slides his hands from my waist down to my thigh bringing up the skirt gently, his gentle touch somehow brings moan out of my lips. "Merlin Y/n, I can't do this anymore, with me now." He grabs my hand bringing down to the Undercroft (sneakily of course) We get to the Undercroft him slamming against one of the pillars. One of his hands above my head leaning over me, the other holding my waist tightly. "You're all I could think about today, I need you." He growls under his breath. I squeeze my legs together feeling the giant pool of wetness between my thighs.

"Me too Sebastian. I want you to make me yours." I breath out grabbing his collar again but this time smashing his lips onto mine, he grips my waist bringing his hips closer to mine, oh god was he making me insane. I grind against his cock through his pants smirking as he moans against my lips. He explores my mouth with his tongue, he slides his hand from my hips up to my neck giving it a gentle grip. I moan at the contact. "I need more." I whine into his lips.

"What's the magic word, princess." He smirks pulling back from the deep make out session. I look at him innocently.

"What magic word?" I ask teasing him, how far could I push him. He grips my neck harder but not hard enough to actually choke me out but enough to knock the air out of me.

"Don't tease, be a good girl huh?" He says gently into my ear, his smirk forming even more. "Want to be fucked senseless? I suggest you obey." I whimper at his words.

"Please Sebastian, I need more." I beg, his eyes suddenly darkening at the way I begged, that was I needed to know to tip him over the edge.

"Good girl." He traces my lips with his fingers, until he aggressively attacks my neck in the process of marking my neck. I moan tugging his hair. My neck was my weak spot and merlin's beard was he good at knowing how to treat it. He pulls back unbuttoning his shirt slowly smirking at the way I stood there trying to wait patiently, rubbing my thighs together to create some sort of friction. He kicks at my thighs. "Did I say you could do that?" He slides his shirt off his arms, my eyes immediately glued onto his chest and his stomach, have I really been missing this? This entire time. He undo's his belt with one hand his eyes on mine making me nervous. He doesn't take his belt off all the way letting it loosely hang from his pants. He walks over to me ripping the corset off of my chest. "We don't need this anymore do we?" He looks at my exposed chest licking his lips. "Wow love, all of this for me?" He flicks my nipple and I moan at the contact squeezing my thighs together tightly. He moves his lips down to my stomach kissing his way down to the band of my skirt. "Don't need this anymore, do we?" He takes my skirt off sliding it down my legs him pausing when he see's that I did indeed not wear any underwear to this party. I smirk subtly.

"Like what you see Sallow?" I look down at him as he throws the skirt off to the side grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh I love it Miss L/n," he says moving his fingers up and down my thigh which sends a wave of electricity up and down them. He moves his hand closer, moving his finger inside of me and I moan out from the instant contact, he starts pushing his finger in and out inside of me, whimpering at his fingers moving inside of me. How the bloody hell did I miss this? I move my hands to his hair gripping on his hair tightly, I almost reach to my climax when he suddenly pulls his finger out of me, and I pout at him. He stands up getting face to face with mine. "Take off my pants." He commands crossing his arms. I get flustered at the way he looks at me that cocky little smile he gives me, I hate him but Merlin I wanted him, I take off his pants getting on my knees starting at how hard he already was. I look up at him through my lashes a smirk grazing upon my face, I take his underwear off his dick flinging out, I take him in my mouth my innocent eyes looking up at him but he's already look at me. A moan escaping his mouth, he leans his head back his eyes rolling back into his head.

"Merlins beard Y/n." He moans out, he sucks in a breath looking back down to see me already looking at him. He grabs the back of my head pushing my mouth further into him, and he starts to fuck my face. "Fuck, you are a good girl aren't you?" He pulls back and I breath in deeply. He grabs my wrist pulling me up against his chest, turning my around pushing my chest against the pillar. "Are you okay with this?" He whispers against my neck placing a gentle kiss on it. "I can stop now."

"Please Sebastian, I need you, I'm okay with this." I hitch out breathing rapidly. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Even though I hate it." I can feel his smirk against my skin tracing my arm up and down. He suddenly thrusts himself inside of me and I gasp out loudly at the contact bracing my hands against the wall.

"You secretly love it L/n..." He nibbles my neck creating yet another mark there, Imelda was going to love questioning it. He thrust in and out of my grabbing the back of my hair making me scream out in pleasures.

"Fuck Sebastian." I moan, I needed more of him. I turn around pushing him down onto the floor his eyes widen in surprise as I make my way on top of him before guiding him to my entrance teasing him by skimming my folds around his cock, he throws his head back groaning.

"Such a fuckin tease, huh?" He grabs my hips pushing me down onto him, I gasp once again at the contact. I start to go up and down his length clenching myself around him, I was pushed over the edge and I was getting close to my climax, his thrusting into me getting sloppy and my moving up and down his length also getting sloppy.

"S-Sebastian I'm gonna cum." I choke out.

"Merlin's beard, me too princess." He thrusts into me one last time before we both each to our end, him releasing in side of me, me following swiftly. I get off of him crashing down next to him, looking up at the ceiling above us heavily breathing, blood starts rushing to my face realizing what I just did. I fucked the person I've hated since last year, someone I despise, but look where I was now. Naked next to him, butterflies in my stomach. I look at him but he was already looking at me, something that has indeed happened a lot today. He moves a piece of hair that was in front of my eye. "You are so beautiful." He mumbles. I blush at his comment looking into those hazel eyes that I use to hate.

"Shut up Sallow, you're only saying that cause of we did, probably can add that to your list of woman." I sit up covering my chest. Was I falling hard? Yes, but I knew I was just someone who he needed to have, a desire. He sits up moving closer to me grabbing my chin making me look at him.

"You think that's why I did what I did tonight?" He questions with soften eyes. "I did what I did tonight because even though I tease you, and make bloody stupid remarks I have not stopped thinking about you since you beat my ass in crossed wands. I've been wanting to make you mine since day one but knew you never wanted more." He lets go of my chin looking down at the ground before standing up putting on his pants.

"Wait Sebastian, you've liked me since then? Why the bickering with me? Why the teasing?" I question looking at him not even bothering putting on my clothes. He kneels down in front of me.

"Because I love seeing you get mad, kind of cute." He smirks, I start to laugh at him shaking my head.

"Shut up Sallow." I stand up putting my clothes back on, he stares at me as I do so. He comes up from behind me wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I love you Y/n." Sebastian mumbles softly into my shoulder, my breath hitches at the way it smoothly came out of that dumb mouth.

"I love you too dummy." I laugh giving him a small peck on his cheek. "Even though you drive me mad, but you're the only person who I will allow that grace." We suddenly hear footsteps walking into the Undercroft and both our breath hitches. I pull away from Sebastian seeing Ominis walk in.

"Sebastian?" Ominis questions as he stomps in the undercroft stopping at a halt pausing. "Wait Y/n?"

"Oh Hi Ominis." I awkwardly wave even though I know he couldn't see it, the heat making its way to my cheeks.

"Oh come on! in the undercroft, I swear to merlin if there is anything sticky I will be the one to use a unforgivable curse." Sebastian and I start laughing at the sassy Ominis we both know. Oh boy was Sebastian going to hear an ear full from him. And I with Imelda.

Stupid ending I know, but could not think how I wanted to end this. Also my first ever writing smut, give me some feedback I need it!~A/N

#x reader #fanfiction #oneshot #smut #xreader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastiansallowxreader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts oc #oc #romance #hogwartslegacy

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 5 months

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Loaded

"I KNEW IT! YOUR DICE ARE LOADED!" Your eyes widened in shock as you heard the demon yell at you. You turn to face General Furfur.

"What? You gave me loaded dice?" You pretended to be surprised. As you walked around him. Almost bumping into one of the casino's security guards.

You turn to the guard and gesture to the red demon. "He gave me loaded dice! Guard! Arrest him!" Furfur released a fake gasp as you pointed to him.

"You dare to impune my honor? They were the one who was cheating. Arrest them. They tricked these poor demons and took their money."

You narrowed your eyes oh, so it was going to be like that, huh? "Oh! Now I'm the thief?" You saw his ears twitch with amusement. "Yes."

"Take look in the mirror, pal," You jerked his face towards the reflective surface as you said that. "Oh!" His tail flickered as he pretended to be offended. "You better give that money back or I'll... en garde!"

You blinked in surprise at the sword he now pointed to you. At this point, it was pure willpower that you hadn't busted into a fit of hysterical laughter. You backed up.

"En garde yourself, I will give you the honor of a quick and painless death!" You summoned your own sword and lunged. You grinned as the swords clashed. "Well, any last words?"

"I will cut you to ribbons, fool." The general grinned back. You scoffed. "Such mediocrity, let your sword do the talking." You both break away. The two of you slashing at each other as a crowd gathered.

"I will it. It will be loquacious to a fault!" The large demon lunges, and you dodge. A few more strikes and slashes as you're both now fighting each other on one of the blackjack tables.

"Ha! You mincing, fencing, nitwit!" You mocked as he jumped out of the way of one of your strikes. "Ha! You fight like my sister!" He calls back.

You huffed. "I fought your sister. That's a compliment." The sound of clashing metal as you continued. "Blaggard!" "Heathen!"

You sent him flying out the window. Admittedly, both of you getting carried away at this point. Forgetting your act and focused on the fight instead. Lunges, strikes, dodge, stab.

The pace increases as you go on. Till finally. He slipped. Ensuring your victory as your blade rests against his neck.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #general furfur #gambling #el dorado

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illwilledomen · 1 year

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Mansion Illagers use titles pertaining to their task/specialty & refer to eachother by said titles like the Skeksis from the dark crystal.

an illager might have a proper name, but if they are high class, they would be referred to by their title as if it were their name. E.G: The Thaumaturge, The Archivist, The Artificer, The Emperor… ETC. Lower class ills don’t have this, they just use one another’s names.

Villagers have something similar but not quite to the extreme. For them, it’s more like a surname. You would call your head cleric [Firstname] the Cleric (Or Cleric [Firstname]) and as a gesture of respect, say Mister/Mrs Cleric to shorten it instead of their first name. Nitwits don’t have any title (for mixed reasons, green-robed villagers/nitwits are nitwits because they cannot be employed for whatever reason, whether it be illness, temporary apprenticeship or disgrace) and unemployed villagers would be called Brother/Sister [Firstname].

In general, Testificates are huge fans of titles.

If you’re the son of the blacksmith, you would be called Your-Name, Son of Blacksmith (And the blacksmith’s spouse if they are employed).

Ideally you would then become a blacksmith as per the expectations of your parents and fellow villagers. You would also be expected to marry within your class. A farmer would marry another farmer, a florist, an apiarist (a few mods are canon to my MC lore btw) a butcher, or a fletcher. A mason would marry another mason, a blacksmith, a toolsmith, or a potter/ceramist. A librarian would marry another librarian, a cartographer, an engineer, etc. This does not go for clerics, who (in more conservative villager societies) remain unmarried and celibate - Their apprentice would be their heir instead of their child. Any villager child can be a Cleric’s apprentice if their parents approve, but typically it’s children of librarians, cartographers and other members of the class of those proficient in the humanities.

A disgraced villager is a villager (typically in nitwit robes) who has done a bad thing or acted badly, but not enough to be booted out. They cannot be hired, or enter apprenticeship. For example, if you commit petty theft or catcall someone, that would not warrant your banishment, but if you constantly reoffend you would become disgraced. Any potential villager suitors will not want to marry you, no one will want to hire you, and you’ll probably generally be avoided.

A note: This system is NOT fully rigid (unless you’re disgraced^). You aren’t forced to just marry or inherit jobs of your own class as a villager. It’s just more common and expected of you. You might be considered a bit odd if you do marry or seek work outside your class, but you won’t be judged badly for it.

#minecraft #mineblr #minecraft headcanons #minecraft lore #villager #Minecraft villager #my minecraft lore #long post #my writing

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wordsandrobots · 2 months

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I went to the effort of typing this joke out on Discord earlier and since I think I'm very funny and I've entirely run out of queue --

Regarding a potential inter-canon Gundam protagonist meet-up, we have:

Two psychic teenagers drafted into a war they barely understand who are either hitting things or having nervous breakdowns about it

One psychic teenager drafted into a war he barely understands who is just trying to goof off and/or get his sister back

Assorted soldiers in various stages of PTSD and dishonourable discharge

Some guy (also psychic), his girlfriend, the queen of outer-space, and their highly-strung boyfriend who is doing his best

One twenty-year-old master martial artist who gets nervous talking to his wife

Five teenage terrorists who are alternately incredibly socially-awkward (science experiment gone horribly right), massively over-compensating (traumatised Catholic goofball), just plain weird (clown), in desperate need of therapy (corporate Lawrence of Arabia), or massively over-compensating (sword-wielding reply-guy), and their plus-one, the acting president of the world

One probably-not-psychic con-artist who would like to get back to stealing shit, please, and his actually-psychic girlfriend who is just very nice

The sweetest guy you've ever met, the queen of the moon, the queen of the moon's doppelganger, the doppelganger's tom-boy sister, and the one Char clone with a functional love-life

The most unstable long-range polycule you can imagine and this random angry idiot they've adopted for reasons beyond anyone's understanding

One terrorist who wants to be a Gundam (and succeeds), one to two shooty Irishmen, a comicbook-style schizophrenic super-soldier, his equally-so girlfriend, and their boss, the world's most not-trying 'honestly a human being for sure'

I utterly refuse to having anything to do with AGE

A bunch of school-age nitwits playing some sort of cod-Shakespearean lost twin-siblings/secret heir sub-plot amidst an energy crisis and/or religious war

A shy hick and her business-major girlfriend, plus their assorted classmates who are totally failing to form a consistent genre

And then there's Tekkadan standing off to the side being like... yeah, so... no one's paying us to fight right now, would you all maybe like to sit down and have something to eat? A bit of light couples-counselling? Thump a punching bag until you feel better?

(Obviously Tekkadan are doing the catering. They have a cook and better access to fresh produce than anyone else. Which, I mean, Celestial Being has the budget but Tieria is definitely vetoing the unnecessary expenditure. Everyone else is just on military rations or school food.)

(@thedancingwalrus-blog would like you all know that Mikazuki is claiming every unguarded plate that someone has abandoned to go have a misunderstanding-based fight within, like, 0.5 seconds of it getting left behind. I'd insert a GIF of him deep-throating a cannoli here, obviously, only shockingly, I can't find one. Anyone have that? I feel like we should have that.)

#gundam #crossover #look the day I take cross-series power-rankings seriously #is definitely not today #obviously there's a queue to punch Amuro though #that's just a given #to be friends with me is to occasionally be subject to long sarcastic lists in the name of very silly jokes yes #I still have not seen Victory Gundam

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floating-mid-air · 1 year

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The Princess of all Saiyans

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Starting 2023 off with a bang! Chapter 14 is finally here. I've also added chapter summaries to all the chapters too (on A03 only. It would take me way too long on Tumblr). Not rly sure why I never thought to add them before. As always, thank you for your patience and support for my writing. And my DM's/Comments are always open if you have any comments, questions, or concerns.

Chapter 14

You, Vegeta, and Raditz all ascend into the air, but once again, that earthling voices yet another one of his "concerns," or as you like to call them, unnecessary setbacks. "Hold on!" Krillin's grating voice echoes. "We're not going anywhere until one of you explains where we're going." He quickly realizes that none of you will turn around to acknowledge him. "Because we're not going on another wild goose chase with you!"

"We don't have time for this!" You throw your head back, groaning.

"Well, we have the right to know!" Krilin shouts. "Especially since Goku's injured."

"God, you insufferable human!" Raditz snaps, turning his body towards the earthlings. "We're going to Frieza's ship."

Krilins jaw drops. "Have you three gone completely insane?"

"If those Dragon balls don't work, then we're going after Frieza without them. So I want Kakarot in top shape." Vegeta remains calm, showing no sign of losing his temper. You don't like that. Whenever your brother is this collected, you know things are dire. "I refuse to put up with any weakness."

"What?" Krillin's brows raise as Gohan shifts uncomfortably, struggling to stand in place for so long with all the extra weight from helping balance his father.

Unlike Raditz, you only snap your head toward the earthlings, your deadly gaze landing on the bald one. "He's going to treat his injuries there, you moron. Now let's go!"

"Hurry up." Vegeta chuckles. "I'm sure you don't want to find out what happens if Frieza interrupts us. And that

is, if you even make it there. Cause, by the way, my sister is looking at you. I think she'll take you out before you even have the pleasure of meeting Frieza."

Raditz shifts his gaze onto you, a smirk appearing on his lips. "I forgot how much I missed your brooding." You cringe at his fondness. Your reaction only seems to add to his amusement.

"Hey, Raditz. A little help here?" Raditz's attention shifts from you to the earthlings. They're currently struggling to fly in sync with all of Goku's extra weight. Raditz looks them up and down before scoffing.

"You and the half-breed seem more than capable of holding that nitwit on your own." Raditz howls in laughter, watching the pair almost drop his brother... again. That is until Vegeta shoots him a knowing look. Over the years, he's become far too familiar with that gut-wrenching glare. Without Raditz's aid, Gohan and Krillin finally figure out how to move concurrently. It was about time. Aren't those humans supposed to be all about teamwork? You think they'd have it down by now. You all take off, heading straight into the lion's den.

You arrive at the ship, walking down what you sure were once pristine hallways. Corpses, burnt remains, and various pieces of scattered armor decorate the halls. Vegeta sure did some damage here. "Damn, Vegeta." Your eyes light up. "You really know how to start a party." Your brother glares at you unamused before opening the door in front of him. You all enter the room, your gazes landing on the healing chamber. The earthlings look astonished while you and Raditz share a look of annoyance.

"So this is the technology you were talking about, Raditz?" He glances at the tallest Sayian uncertainly. Most likely due to the conflicting expression on Raditz's face.

"For fucks sake," Raditz mutters to himself before answering Krillin. "No. Absolutely not."

"This is going to take forever." You huff in frustration.

"Ignore them." Vegeta snarls. "They're just whining because it's an older model. It's still state-of-the-art technology, especially compared to what they have on your pitiful planet. It'll get the job done." Vegeta moves over to the control panel, starting to mess with the buttons. "Get him in the healing chamber."

Once Goku's in the healing chamber, Vegeta presses one last button to start the process of Goku's recovery. "How's it work?" Gohan presses his face against the glass, watching in awe as the water-like substance fills the chamber.

"It's far too complex for your feeble minds to comprehend. It would take years to explain the specifics to you. All you need to know is that it'll heal his wounds." Vegeta turns around, pointing at the earthlings. "Now, you two. Come with me. We'll see if we can find you something less pathetic to wear. You'll need more protection than those rags if you're going to battle Freiza."

"You mean like armor?" Krillin asks. "Like the kind you're wearing?"

Gohan's eyes widen. "Cool---"

"And what are we supposed to do?" You narrow your eyes, placing a hand on your hip. "Keep Kakarot company?"

"Absolutely not. You two are going to check if they have any armor in your size. You're competent enough to find it on your own. And Raditz can reach all the shelves you're too lazy to fly to." You look down at your armor, assessing just how much damage you've taken. It's worse than you thought. You know you're battle with Burter caused a fair amount of damage to your armor. But it must have gotten worse when you and Raditz tossed Ginyu around. "And after Kakarot's all healed. I want you in there next!" He barks at you in typical Vegeta fashion.

"I want you in there next." You mimic your brother in a high-pitched voice the second he leaves the room. You turn to Raditz. "Come on. If we're still here when Vegeta comes back, he'll throw a fit." You both leave the room, heading back into the hall. "I can never remember, is it left or right?" You turn to Raditz, a cunning smile appearing on your lips. "You should know. You've taken far more damage than I have over the years."

"Left." Raditz grins widely as you walk down the left corridor. "You know. I haven't seen you this beat up since planet Telia." His grin turns into a sly smirk. "Those Talolians were quite pathetic, too, unlike Burter. So small and weak, and yet they almost killed you."

"It was all that runt Cado's fault." You grumble as you arrive outside of your destination. You walk through the doors with Raditz in tow.

"Of course!" Raditz chuckles playfully. "Blame Cado. When he's no longer here to defend himself."

"I was cleaning up his mess." Your eyes meet the floor as the not-so-fond memory invades your thoughts. "If that fool listened to me the first time and didn't take his infamous shortcuts, it wouldn't have happened in the first place." You look back up, staring straight into Raditz's soul. "And if my memory serves correctly, you didn't find it so amusing back then. You were practically sobbing."

"I was not crying! I'm not capable---"

"You were so scared I was gonna die. I even faked losing consciousness once or twice just to fuck with you."

"You wretched woman!" Raditz's face falls. "And to think, I almost killed Cado for that."

"Yes, I remember that well." You nod. "You're lucky I gained enough strength to stop you. If you killed the runt back then, hiding that from Vegeta would've been much more challenging." You begin searching for your armor on the lower shelves while Raditz tackles the higher ones.

"I still can't believe we got away with it for so long too."

"And if you didn't open your big mouth, Vegeta still wouldn't know." You continue searching down the row. If you can't find any armor in your size, you're going to have a problem. "Though I am surprised we were able to convince Cado from telling my brother."

"That's because Cado knew if Vegeta found out, things would not be very favorable for him. You got hurt, and it was his fault. Vegeta would have strangled Cado to death with his own tail. While it was still attached too." Raditz pulls out an armor set in your size. "Found one." He hands it to you.

"As infuriating as that runt was, I kind of miss him sometimes." Raditz raises a brow, staring at you in disbelief. "Don't get me wrong. He was weak and pathetic. But damn, was he a great source of entertainment." You place your new armor set on a bench, yanking off your old chest piece. "Remember how he would bicker with Nappa? Nappa would say the dumbest shit----"

"And that little vein on Cado's forehead would pop out, he would yell at Nappa till his face turned red." He finishes your sentence. It's as if your brains are on the same wavelength. "Vegeta would get so mad at them. And he'd be so focused on those morons. It made it so much easier for us to get away with stuff." Raditz turns around, allowing you to remove the rest of your outfit.

You quickly slip on your new bodysuit, tapping Raditz on the shoulder. Signaling to him that he can turn back around. You sit down on the bench, putting your new boots on. Raditz moves to sit beside you, turning his head in your direction. "Y/N?" He sighs. "This isn't going to be like anything we've faced before, is it?"

"Of course not." You let out a breathy chuckle. "This is Frieza we're talking about." You slip on the last piece of your armor, your chest plate. You stand up, moving over to the mirror. Everything seems proper. You don't see any defects.

"Do you think--- Do you think we'll be able to get the dragon balls to work before we have to face Frieza?"

"No." You huff. "But you know Vegeta. He's really fixated on this whole immortality thing. And that's assuming he can even wish for such a thing."

Raditz stands up, tilting his head. "What do you mean?"

"From what I understand, if those Dragon balls are similar to the set on Earth, they have limitations. And it's possible that immortality might be one of those."

"And why haven't you told Vegeta about your little theory?"

"It's not like Vegeta would listen to me anyway." You snicker. "Now, let's go find my brother and those earthlings. They must be done by now." You both exit the room, traveling throughout the ship, searching for the others.

After a few failed attempts, you finally manage to track them down. They're now standing outside the ship. Vegeta turns around, hearing you both approach. "Took you long enough." His gruff voice echoes.

"Where's the bald one?" Your eyes scan your surroundings, but Krillin is nowhere to be found.

"He went to go see the Grand Elder. He's going to find Dende so we can activate the Dragon Balls." Gohan answers your question way too cheery for your liking.

Raditz's face scrunches up. "What's a Dende?"

Before Gohan can answer, you speak. "It's their little Namekian friend. He must know the incantation to awaken the Dragon." You narrow your eyes at the Saiyan. "Didn't you meet him?"

"Raditz just called him that Namekian child the whole time," Gohan tells you.

"Alright, that's enough. Let's discuss the plan." Vegeta turns to Raditz. "You're going to go get the last Dragon Ball. Since you're the only one who knows its location." Raditz nods, but before he can take off, Vegeta stops him. "And, Raditz. Hurry." Raditz shoots up into the air, leaving the three of you alone.

"And what are the three of us gonna do?" You cross your arms. You better not just be sitting here the whole time. You hate waiting. You always have. And you always will.

"I'm going to go in there" He points to the ship. "And get some sleep. I can't even remember the last time I got proper rest. So the two of you will guard the Dragon Balls." You were right. He's making you wait. Again! "If either of you senses Frieza coming our way. Wake me up."

You watch Vegeta walk into the ship until you can no longer see him. Gohan turns to you, huffing. "Is he serious?"

You nod. "Deadly." You and Gohan each sit on one of the massive Dragon Balls. Gohan places his hands under his chin, sighing dramatically. "Cheer up, brat. Be thankful you don't have to deal with Vegeta and his temperament on a daily basis."

"Do you think Raditz will be back soon?" Gohan turns to you.

"He better be." You shut your eyes, returning to the anxiety-inducing silence. After a few minutes, which feels more like an eternity, your eyes snap open as you feel two power sources approaching you rapidly.

"Is that Frieza?" Gohan gasps.

"No." You shake your head. "Trust me. When you sense Frieza. You'll know it." You hop off the Dragon ball. "It matters very little who's approaching us. Get ready to fight, brat." Gohan follows your lead, standing up, and moving beside you. You both stare in the direction of the energy, anticipating the worst. You're not afraid of the beings approaching you. Their energy levels are so low that you could take them out without Gohan's assistance. You're more irritated than anything else.

The second you can see who's approaching, your posture relaxes. It's the earthling and that Namekian child. Wow, that was quicker than you anticipated. Gohan flies up to meet them halfway. "You're here!" He cheers. His joyful demeanor is making you sick. "That was quick. The last time we went to see the Grand Elder, it took much longer than that."

"Dende was already on his way to meet us. I didn't even make it halfway there by the time we bumped into each other." Krillin moves his attention onto you. "Dende, this is Y/N. She's one of the Saiyans that's going to help us fight Frieza." The word help makes you cringe. You simply have a common interest in Frieza's demise. That's all.

You wave at the Namekian, completely uninterested. You tune out the rest of their conversation, having no interest in their personal affairs. You stare off into the distance, knots forming in your stomach. "Come on, Raditz." You mumble to yourself. "Where the hell are you?"

It's been at least an hour, and your nerves have only worsened. Where the hell did Raditz hide the Dragon Ball? On another planet? You hear a large thud from behind. You quickly shift your body around, your gaze landing on Raditz. He's casually carrying the Dragon Ball under one of his arms. "Finally. You sure took your sweet time, Raditz." You groan. "I'll go wake up, Vegeta. Let's get this all over with." You want to get this whole thing done as soon as possible. Before Frieza can even catch wind of it.

You move into the ship, heading straight to the room with the healing chamber. You move closer to your brother's sleeping form. "Vegeta! Wake the fuck up!"

Your brother snaps one eye open, looking even more agitated than usual. "What did I tell you? Unless Frieza's here, you are not to wake me. And I don't sense that freak anywhere." He closes his open eye. "I know there's no possibility of Raditz and Krillin being back, either. Those weaklings are far too slow. Now stop fooling around, and get back outside. I don't want to waste any more of my energy on this."

"You're so right, big brother! Like always. My mistake." You know this isn't the time to be petty, but you simply can't help yourself. You turn around, smirking as you exit the ship. You approach the others, placing your hands on your hips, raising your voice. "Alright. Let's summon this Dragon."

Gohan turns to you, gaping like a fish. "B- But what about Vegeta?"

"His royal pain in my ass refuses to get up. Because he just always knows best. So we'll just summon the Dragon without him. He'll come to his senses when he can feel its power." You hope the Dragon has a power level. Cause if not, Vegeta misses his chance at immortality. And he'll probably slaughter you for that.

"Alright." Krillin rubs the back of his neck, turning to Dende. "You heard her. Let's summon the Dragon."

Dende glances at Krillin before timidly walking up to the Dragon Balls. He begins to utter the incantation in his native tongue, but before he can finish, you stop him. "Wait!" He flinches, turning around to look at you. "Let's do this away from the ship. Just in case it causes any damage."

"But when we summon Shenron, nothing like that ever happens." Gohan tries to reason with you, but you refuse to budge.

"I don't know if you're blind, Gohan. Because in case you haven't noticed, those Dragon Balls are much larger than the set on Earth. I'm not willing to take the chance. So just move them, alright!" Man, for a second, you really sounded like Vegeta. That's a scary thought.

To appease you, they all work on moving the Dragon Balls to a more secluded location. It's not far from the ship. In a murderous rage, Vegeta would be able to get there in seconds. Once all the Dragon Balls are in place, Dende walks back to them. "Let's get on with it, Namekian!" You bark. "Preferably before Frieza comes to slaughter us all."

Dende holds his hands out and begins uttering the chant once again. As soon as he finishes, the orbs begin to glow. From what you remember from your book on wish orbs, this is a good sign. Next, the sky turns dark. From the earthling's reactions, you're assuming this is the same thing that happens with the Earth set as well. You shield your eyes as a blinding blast of light shoots from the Dragon Balls. Once the light dims, you look up to see the Dragon in all its glory. You've traveled all over the galaxy, yet you've never seen anything quite like this.

"Holy shit---" Raditz's jaw hits the floor. Well, that's a first. You don't think you've ever seen Raditz at a loss for words.

"He's huge. I've never seen anything this big in my life." Krillin's words are barely audible. So the Earth Dragon must be smaller. It makes sense when you think about it.

"This is Porunga. In your language, it means Dragon of Dreams." Dende announces. "I've never seen him before. This is the first time I've ever summoned him."

Before Dende can continue, the Dragon finally speaks. "You have gathered the Dragon balls and summoned me forth. Speak to me your heart's desires. As the maker of dreams, I shall grant you any three wishes within my power."

You shift your gaze rapidly onto the earthlings, furrowing your brows. "I thought you said we only get one wish!"

"T- That's how it works on Earth. Like you said, there was a chance these Dragon Balls would work differently." Krillin answers you with only minor hesitation.

"Wow! What should we wish for?" Gohan turns to Krillin.

"We save Vegeta's immortality for last since it's the one thing we're sure of." You shrug your shoulders, stepping back. "You runts can have the other two."

"Wait! Really?" Gohan and Raditz speak simultaneously, in very different tones. Gohan in shock, and Raditz in disbelief.

"I don't desire anything." You answer nonchalantly. "So go crazy. Just hurry up! Cause there's no chance in hell Frieza hasn't noticed this."

"Man," Krillin turns to Gohan. "What should we wish for first?" Without speaking, the earthlings nod at each other, seeming to come to a mutual understanding. Krillin shifts his gaze back onto Dende. "First, ask Porunga to bring all the people on Earth killed by the Saiyans back to life."

"You're really wasting a wish on something so pathetic? Those humans were a waste of space! Your friends will be no help against Frieza! In fact, they'll only get in the way." You thought they were going to wish for something helpful to aid you in your current predicament. Not to revive a few beginnings with power levels less than some of the bugs on this planet.

"You're the one who said we can have the other wishes," Gohan tells you. "And you said we can wish for whatever we want." You're regretting your decision more and more with each second that passes.

"Hey!" Raditz shouts, grabbing all your attention. "Why don't I get a wish? I'm the reason we have all seven Dragon Balls in the first place." He's not entirely wrong. It was your plan, but he's the one who executed it.

"Okay, Raditz." You tilt your head. "What do you want to wish for?"

"Oh," He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "I don't know. You're kinda putting me on the spot here!" You narrow your eyes at him. Raditz is lucky you're not strangling him right now.

"So no wish for Raditz." You nod at the earthlings. "So hurry up and waste away your wishes."

Dende nods, turning back to the Dragon. "Here goes nothing." He translates Krillin's words into his own language as he speaks to the Dragon.

"That wish is beyond my power to grant. I am limited to transporting one person back from Otherworld at a time." You've never been happier to receive a limitation in your life. "Speak again your heart's desires. I can grant you any three wishes within my power."

"We can only bring one of them back?" Gohan's voice cracks.

"I knew it was too good to be true." Krillin sighs. "There's always a catch with these guys."

"What do we do? I can't choose----" You push past the humans, moving to the front.

"What's the name of your Namekian friend?"

"Dende?" Krillin furrows his brows in confusion. "Haven't you been here?"

"Not the child, you fool! The broody one from Earth."

"Piccolo?" Gohan seems as lost as ever.

"That's who you'll resurrect."

"But why Piccolo?" The idea of betraying their other allies is really clouding their judgment. Or those two fools might not be capable of critical thinking. You remember back on Earth after Nappa killed Piccolo, that his life force was connected to another. The creator of the Earth's set of Dragon Balls. So with his resurrection, the Earth Dragon Balls should come back too. Bringing back Piccolo first should just be common sense to them. How have they survived this long? Kakarot---- for a moment, you forgot about that neanderthal.

"Because he's the least pathetic out of all your friends." He's the only one of them that could actually be useful to you. Reviving him is the perfect contingency plan for when things go wrong here. Cause you know they will.

"I- I don't know. Could we really just---" You cut Gohan off, mid-emotional brake down.

"Dende!" You bark, "Tell the Dragon to resurrect Piccolo. Now!" Dende stares at you, dumbstruck. "Do not make me ask again!" The young Namekian nods furiously, turning back to the Dragon.

As Dende translates the phrase, the two earthlings look at you. "I thought you said it was our wish?"

"It is your wish. I made the hard decision for you. You two would have wasted all our time if I didn't."

"Very well." The Dragon speaks. "Your first wish has been granted."

Gohan turns to Krillin. "What should we wish----"

"Gohan! Can you hear me?"

"Piccolo? How are you---"

"I'm speaking to you telepathically through King Kai."

You tug on Raditz, lowering your voice to a whisper. "Who the hell is King Kai?" Raditz just shrugs. He seems to be just as lost as you are.

"Use your second wish to transport me directly to your location on Namek. I'm eager for battle and want to take it all out on Frieza. The very bastard responsible for the slaughtering of my people. Summon me right away. Do you understand?" So the Namekian is suicidal. Even if Piccolo spent every waking second training in Otherworld, he's still no match for Frieza. Though, you do need all the help you can get. Well, there's another wish down the drain. "And Y/N? The others weren't too thrilled with your decision."

"Oh, no! How will I ever survive?" The sarcasm in your voice is impossible to miss.

"Well, that was until I explained to them how Earth's Dragon Balls return with me. But I'm sure you knew that already didn't you? I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad you're with them." You scoff. "Don't get me wrong. After Frieza is taken care of, you and that brother of yours are next."

"Alright." Gohan nods. "We understand. See you soon, Piccolo!" He moves his focus onto Dende. "Tell him to transport the guy he just brought back to life here, on Namek."

An all too familiar chill runs down your spine, your mouth becoming as dry as a bone. You stare off into the distance, your eyes fixating on the dreadfully familiar power level. You'd recognize it anywhere. That's Frieza, for sure. "Y/N---- Raditz?" Krillin speaks up, breaking you out of your trance. You didn't even notice that Raditz noticed him too. "What are you guys---- ahhhh!" Krillin's eyes go wide as he finally senses Frieza. "Dende, you better hurry with that wish! I've never felt power like that before." He gulps nervously.

Dende nods rapidly before saying something in Namekian. Then there's some sort of commotion, but you can't seem to focus on it. You are far too focused on the direction of Frieza. So hyper-focused that you don't even pick up on Vegeta's energy rapidly incoming.

Twenty-Something Years Ago:

"Oof." You gasp as your body slams back against the training room's cold ground.

"Come on, Y/N." Frieza's grating voice invades your ears. "You're going to have to do better than that." You spring to your feet, launching yourself at the frost demon again. Before your fist can even make contact, he grabs your wrist. "So pathetic. My lowest level soldiers could hold their own better." He flings your small frame against the wall with ease. "I'm beginning to think all these training sessions are a waste of my time. It's been several months, and you've barely improved. From what I know about Saiyans, you should be much stronger than this by now."

You shakily stand back up, barely able to keep your balance. These past few months have been hell. When those goons told you, Frieza wanted you to get stronger. You never thought that Frieza would be the one overseeing your training. From what you remember, your father was always adamant about how Lord Frieza never does his own dirty work. So why is he making an exception with you? "Look at you." He tisks, shaking his head. "You know I'm not one to admit when I'm wrong. But I think I'll make an exception this time. I thought you were far more capable---" Before he can continue to degrade you, you strike. Finally, landing a blow on his smug face. You used so much force that his whole head turned to the side.

Frieza brings a hand up to his face, wiping off some of the blood that's oozing down his cheek. He looks at his hand, chuckling to himself. You stand in front of him, frozen in fear. "That's enough for today." He shoots a ball of energy at you, knocking you unconscious. "Zarbon!" He shouts out into the hall. "Get that other Saiyan brat!"

Raditz scampers into the room, unwilling to meet Frieza's gaze. "Take her to the healing chamber." Raditz nods, picking you up, holding you in his arms. He hates seeing you like this. He's supposed to protect you, but from where he's standing, it seems to be the other way around. He hates feeling this powerless. He hates that there's nothing he can do for you. Frieza's just too strong, far stronger than he ever imagined. His power is out of this world. All his instincts are screaming at him to attack Freiza, but Raditz is prideful, not stupid. He knows acting rashly would not help. In fact, it would probably make your situation worse. He returns to his senses, exiting the room as fast as he can, wanting to get you fixed up as soon as possible.

Frieza walks out into the hallway where Zarbon is waiting for him. "My, Lord, your face!"

"It's nothing to worry about, Zarbon." Frieza pauses, making sure Raditz is out of his sight before continuing.

"I've decided tomorrow we'll reunite Y/N and Vegeta."

"But, my Lord, I thought you said her training was lackluster? You said it would take years before you'd even consider letting her fight for the Frieza Force."

"My mind has changed, Zarbon." He moves his hand back up to his face, wiping off the rest of the fresh blood. "When she hit me, it actually hurt." Frieza would have never calculated that you were one step ahead of him the whole time. Every time he would train you, you'd only fight with half your strength. So he'd never know how strong you've truly become. You want him to underestimate you. It's the only advantage you have.

"Y/N?" Raditz places a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright? You're--- You're shaking." You snap back to your senses, looking down at your hands. He's right. Your entire body is quivering like a child. You are acting so pathetic.

"I---" You take a deep breath. "I'm fine." You look around, refamiliarizing yourself with your surroundings. "Where's the Namekian?"

Raditz scoffs. "The kid messed up the wish. He's somewhere else on Namek."

"Hey!" You hear your brother shout. "Are you finally going to acknowledge me?" When the hell did Vegeta get here? You swear you didn't notice him before. He walks over to you. "Why the hell didn't you wake me up? You know what's at stake here!"

"I tried." You pout. "But you shooed me away."

"Well, you should have tried harder! Now we're all---" Mid rant, you cut your brother off.

"Relax. This Dragon, unlike the Earth one, grants three wishes. I told the earthlings they could have the other two. Don't worry---- I made sure to save the last one for you. I'm not an imbecile Vegeta."

"But----" He stares at you in shock. "Why didn't you wish for immortality yourself? Like we planned."

"Just the two of us having to spend all of eternity together? No, thanks. Trust me, the rest of my mortal life is plenty misery for the both of us. And after this, we can always come back and make me and Raditz immortal too."

"You still want to spend the rest of eternity with me?" Raditz's interest has peaked. After everything, you still want him by your side. He can't believe it.

"Of course. If it's just my brother and me, I'd end up losing my mind."

"Ugh, guys--- Can we hurry up." Krillin interrupts. "I don't like how close Frieza's getting."

"You!" Vegeta shouts, stalking toward Dende. "Hurry up and make the wish!" Dende shakes in fear. "Are you deaf? Do you not understand our circumstances? Frieza will be here any second!" Vegeta grabs him by the collar, holding him up in the air.

"Vegeta, stop!" Gohan shouts. "You're scaring him!"

'He should be scared. The most powerful being in our universe is coming to slaughter us! Make the wish, brat!"

"Speak your final wish. Now!" You can't decide who's more impatient. Vegeta or the Dragon.

"You're testing my patience! Tell this thing to grant me immortality! Now!" You change your mind. Vegeta is definitely more impatient.

"Dende, grant the wish!" Krillin speaks up. "I know Vegeta's evil. But compared to this Frieza guy---- he's a saint. It's our only chance of survival!"

"Okay, okay." Vegeta throws the young Namekian to the ground.

"About time you came to your senses." You're sure your brother is doing a whole super-villain monologue in his subconscious right now. You can practically hear his maniacal laughter. Dende begins to translate Vegeta's wish to Porunga. Once this wish is granted, you'll feel safe for the first time since you were a small child back on planet Vegeta. It'll all finally be over.

Once Dende finishes the translation, something different happens from the previous times. The Dragon begins to fade. That can't be good. Then the Dragon howls, almost like he's in pain. A blinding light flashes from the Dragon, similar to how it was when he first appeared. After a few seconds, you regain your sight. Only to see the Dragon Balls fall to the ground, but now they're made of stone.

"What the hell?" You walk over to one of the spears, running your hand along it. Yep, it's definitely stone. You move your gaze back to Dende. "What just happened?"

Dende falls to the ground, landing on his knees. His eyes, brimming with tears. "The Grand Elder. The Grand Elder has passed out of this world." Shit. That means----- fuck. None of you stand a chance against Frieza now.

"You're lying. You just don't want me to get my wish!"

"No." You shake your head. "The Dragon balls only exist as long as their creator does, Vegeta. Remember?"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking shit!" Raditz sticks his hands in his hair as he begins to hyperventilate.

"Raditz." You place your hands on his shoulders, turning him toward you. "Calm down."

"Calm down? How the hell can I calm down? We're all going to fucking die!" You take your hand, slapping him across the face. He takes a deep breath, rubbing his cheek with his hand. He seems to have come back to his senses. "Thanks." Now that you have dealt with Raditz's meltdown, you have a much more terrifying issue to deal with. An enraged Vegeta.

"This is all your fault!" Vegeta shouts, making his way to you. "If you behaved like an adult for once in your life and ensured I got my wish, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

"I'm the one who can't act like an adult? You're the one throwing a temper tantrum over a wish! And if I knew the old guy was gonna kick the bucket, I would have made sure your immortality was our first wish!" You turn to the earthlings. "Why the hell did neither of you think to mention that the Grand Elder was dying?" They both jump at your screaming. "Do you two morons ever use your brains?" This is the vicious cycle of blaming everyone but yourself. And taking zero responsibility for your own actions. You and Vegeta have far more in common than you'd care to admit.

And to only make matters worse, you can now see Frieza in the distance approaching you rather than just sensing him. "Y/N." Vegeta turns to you. "Go back to the ship."

"What? That's bullshit!"

"Do not argue with me."

"Is this because of my injury? It's almost entirely healed."

"Almost is not good enough!" Vegeta snaps at you.

"You need me! Even with my ailment, I'm still more powerful than the three runts, and Raditz combined!"

"Y/N," He sighs. "Please---- before it's too late for you to leave." You give in, nodding. "Once you've been healed, you can fight to your heart's content, alright." You take off in the direction of the ship just in the nick of time. This goes against every one of your morals. Saiyans don't run away from battle. Even when they're no match for their opponent. Some would say it was stubbornness, but nothing is more important than a Saiyans pride.

How will Vegeta and the others hold their own against Frieza? Will Y/N even listen to Vegeta's orders? And when will Goku be healed? Find out in the next chapter of The Princess of All Saiyans.

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Talk to Me: Part 2

(I still do not know if it's a chapter-)(@sfdsds I did it :D) Part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6 I almost hit 4000 this one! also, good news. My sister helped edit this one, so there should be way less spelling mistakes.

It had been 6 long years since Dream had gotten out of his stone prison, and Nightmare still had to put up with his nitwit of a foe.

Nightmare could remember his greeting to Dream when he broke free of the stone that once encased him. It was saddening to know that Dream would never know the sneers that Nightmare had spat at his statue, but perhaps it was better that Dream had to learn everything after he got out of his penitentiary, Nightmare got the chance to watch Dream's torture.

It was sad that he had gotten over it in the first few months, Nightmare would have loved to savor it.

He would have loved to kill Dream shortly after he woke up, but alas Dream's magic pulled him away before Nightmare got the chance.

Nightmare had managed to find him an hour or so after, but Dream had gotten lucky and ran into Ink and the nuisance Blue, resulting in a battle.

Blue was well known as a general in the Omega Timeline, namely for his idea to assemble a group called the Stars, who more often than not get called The Star Sanses due to the overwhelming number of Sanses that would volunteer. The Stars' main goal is to ensure the safety of the people in their respective AUs, or defend against threats like Nightmare and his gang.

Blue would usually take the lead and fight off Nightmare on his own as whoever had volunteered to help Blue at that time took care of his gang or evacuated the people of the AU.

Ink would on the rare occasion join the Star Sanses or the Stars would help Ink fight off entities that tried to destroy creator-made AUs.

Ink had even worked with Nightmare in the past, no one in the Omega Timeline was exceptionally thrilled about it, and many still aren't, calling Ink a trader to the AUs and the Omega Timeline. The only reason he was still allowed to visit the Omega Timeline was that they literally couldn't stop him and he had proven on multiple occasions that he had no intentions of purposely threatening them or taking the side of the Bad Sanses, (another name for Nightmare's group.)

" NIIIIIGHTMAAARE!!!!! "

Speak of- well, think of the devil and he shall come, the gremlin of an artist Ink emerged from a black splotch that had grown on the wall.

" Yes, Ink? " Ink's visits have only gotten more common when Nightmare decided he needed help in spreading negativity. The Guardian of Negativity had picked up a few skeletons in the past that now made up his crew and Ink had thought that they were just the perfect people to hang out with, their murderous tendencies only made it better for him.

" I'm BORED " Ink winded as he trotted to lay his head on Nightmare's desk.

This is why Nightmare more often than not hated when Ink chose to intrude, it was either to continue his prank war with Nightmare's men or pester the King of Negativity. " Error said I already overspent my time today, Horror doesn't want me in the kitchen, " Nightmare held back a relieved sigh " Killer's too busy with his cats, and Dust said 'No' "

But he couldn't deny that he sometimes had interesting ideas or confusing, to say the least. " So you've come to me, I doubt that I will be any help in cessing your boredom so farewell Ink. "

" You've got to be doing something! " Ink wined.

" Yes, I am. " Nightmare hoped that Ink would lose interest if spoke as little as possible.

" Then what's cha doing? " Ink pressed.

" Work. "

" What kind? "

"Getting rid of Dream kind. "

…

Why did he say that? He could feel the oily sensation of Ink's yellow vial draining. The artist was far too expressive for someone without a soul and far too excited to talk about ideas to get Dream out of Nightmare's way.

Then again Ink had already drilled the fact that Nightmare wasn't allowed to kill Dream or do anything else that would keep Dream away forever. It would throw off the balance of positivity and negativity after all. And Nightmare had already learned his lesson about pushing the balance too far.

A few years after he had started his reign of terror on the multiverse he had figured that Ink was over-exaggerating about the balance, and chose to push it in his favor.

That was probably the thing he will forever regret, seconds after he tipped the scale further than he ever had Ink was upon him. Nightmare had spared with him before, but he had not realized how much Ink had held back.

However, he does forget that sometimes, just due to the fact that Ink would show up and talk to him casually as of today.

" Soooooo, what the plan! " Ink Chirped

" There is none currently, " Nightmare sighed.

" No ideas? Absolutely none? "

The goopy skeleton groaned, " I've thought of one, but I doubt it would work, " The gremlin at the edge of Nightmare's desk stared intently waiting for him to explain further. " A tracking device, but I fear that would work due to the quality of the Omegatime's defenses. "

The artist's grin only grew at the idea for some odd reason that Nightmare would never understand. " You positive? " Nightmare nodded unimpressed. " I don't think you can be. " Ink giggled

" Ink, that was a terrible joke. " Nightmare groaned and messaged his nasal ridge already done with the dumbass of a protector.

" Thank you! But I'm not kidding, you can't be sure till you try! " The artist cheered.

Suspicious if you asked Nightmare, Ink was fully aware of the defense of the Omega Timeline, Nightmare was fairly sure Ink helped work on them to make it.

So what was he planning? Whatever it was, Nightmare would have no power in stopping it, he knew that for sure. Ink had the beings that created the multiverse behind him, and everyone who knew of the Creators knew how much they loved stories. It's why the multiverse was made, after all, one was not enough.

Could Ink be starting another advent for his dear Creators? Ink had done such a thing in the past before, but it was impossible to know the end of it. Nightmare was relatively positive that Ink hadn't even known the change it would bring last time.

There's a high chance it would be a " Happy ending, " but that leaves the question of whose happy ending would it be?

There was no point in overthinking it anyway, the artist would get this rolling one way or another.

" Very well, I'll talk to Sci about it later " Nightmare deflated.

" YAY! " The gremlin celebrated, " Anything else " his arms now folded on Nightmare's desk as he rested his head.

Nightmare slapped on an over-expatriated (Maybe not) smile and stared directly at the artist, " Paperwork. " Ink's smile quickly morphed into a frown, which only drove the embodiment of negativity to continue. " It's genuinely not that bad Ink, I just sit in one spot all day, reading things that could be summed up in a singular sentence, but are spread out to be 5 pages long. " Ink had lain down in fetal position in front of Nightmare's desk and released a drawn-out squall of despair as Nightmare continued going into detail on how he filled out the paperwork he had to do regularly.

Ink made his way out not even a fourth of the way through Nightmare's lecture, saying he was going to hang out with Error. Hadn't he come here because he overspent his time with Error?

It didn't matter, Nightmare wasn't completely exaggerating what he had to do anyway.

~~~~🌕~~~~

To be honest, Nightmare had been putting this off, he did not want to gather the easily aggravated bloodthirsty mongrels that he adopted more than he had to, they got together by themselves more than enough as it is.

Killer was either in the TV room or his room with the large number of cats that he had picked up thinking Nightmare wouldn't know, (he knew.) The only reason the goopy guardian had yet to say anything was that killer was doing an exceptional job at keeping them away from the main part of the castle, and out of Nightmare's sight, – He'd always hated cats. –

Dust has had a multitude of places he'd hide; random places in the quarters, the TV room, the living room, or his chemistry lab he made deeper in the dead forest surrounding the castle. It had become a normal thing for Dust to come back from said place with a poison he was prepared to shove down Killer's throat, only to be stopped by Horror.

Speaking of the skeleton, Horror would spend his time reading a recipe book in the dining room or kitchen, sometimes he'd be found working in his garden on the roof of the castle. Horror was a magnificent cook, and considering how little food Horror's AU had, what he could do in the kitchen was impressive. It was impossible to say no to Horror when it came to eating together, reason one being the massive skeleton wouldn't take no for an answer, and reason two, his cooking was just that good.

And that's the reason why Nightmare was not about to get them together himself, two of them would kill each other if Nightmare didn't forbid it and Horror would get around to it for him, so why should he do it?

A knock rang through his office shortly after the clock hit 6:00, a moment or so later his office door creaked open revealing a large skeleton with a large glowing red eye-light and a gagged hole above it.

" Boss, time for, dinner. " Nightmare stood from his desk and nodded, acknowledging Horror as he made his way to join his men at the dinner table.

Horror and Nightmare walked in comfortable silence down the dimly lit hallways that led to the dining hall.

Nightmare's Palace was exceptionally large, and what do you do with large empty spaces? You fill it with the most expensive things you can find. The stone brick walls of the hallways held paintings from AUs that only made some of the finest art, some walls even presented some of Ink's works. There was the every-once-in-a-while table with some form of decoration that sat beneath the paintings between doors.

A feeling of calmness lingered in the castle regardless of his oppressive aura, the soft warm glow of the torches left light on the tranquil paintings of scenery that lined the walls, the light scent of lavender that rested in the air, gentile purple tapestries, lined with gold that hung by doors, the same carpet stretched to the end of every hallway.

The doors to the dining hall were a grand spectacle, the dark brown wood carved to showcase mountains of food beneath the radiant full moon in a sky full of sparkling stars.

The dining room was, well, more of a wide hallway with a long table. It was unnecessary, to say the least, but if you're going to own a castle you have to go all out, do you not?

His men sat at their usual seats near the west entrance, Killer claimed the seat right to Nightmare at the head of the table, and Horror sat across from him with Dust by his side.

Nightmare had to only sit before the rambunctious gremlins that he cared for started to clear everything Horror made off the table, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, peas, and roast, all being added to the non-existent stomachs of the skeletons.

" Before you all run off to do whatever you do without me looking, I wish to discuss the next attack. " The King of Negativity announced.

Horror nodded and went back to his larger portion of food, Dust grunted an affirmative, and Killer said something through a mouth full of roast.

His men were already halfway into their meal and dinner had started only a minute or so ago, there was no point in waiting for them to finish, they would all be done and waiting by the time he concluded, " Our next operation is not that complicated, it will take place in two to three days, and our main goal will be to place a tracker on every star in hopes that we find the Omega Timeline. "

Nightmare's right-hand man Killer shoved another spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth and pointed his spoon at his boss, " Don't they have, like, defenses that are impossible to get through? "

" Indeed, but I have confidence that this will yield interesting results. " Nightmare pushed the utensil out of his face with one of his appendages. " I will be taking my leave to speak with Sci after dinner. I will be gone for at most an hour, so I swear to Toby Fox if I come back and something or someone is on fire, injured, or broken you will be punished regardless of who did it. Understood? "

" TOO LATE FOR THAT BOSS! " Killer jumped out of his seat and ran out of the room.

" If it's Killer that does something then neither of you get punished. " Nightmare groaned, ignoring how sly Dust was feeling, standing so that he could make a portal to Sci's and get this over with quicker, only to be stopped by a growl coming from behind him.

Right, he hadn't eaten yet. The Guardian of Negativity did not need to eat, he got his strength from the negative emotions of others, alas that was not something Horror would put up with. Nightmare sighed as he filled his plate with what little remained of their meal, reclaiming his seat at the head.

Dust disappeared with his dishes in tow. Horror started to clear the table as Nightmare finished his plate and handed it off to the large skeleton. Now nothing stopped Nightmare from going to Sciencetale, so off he went.

Sciencetale was filled with many futuristic clichés of the creators. Nightmare would normally spend the time to find a more original AU, but this world was already informed of the multiverse, was the best when it came to any form of science, and was willing to work with the so-called villains of the multiverse. So there was not much point in looking for one that had a better story.

Nightmare placed himself in the office of the sans of the universe in hopes that he could find him in his desk before the scientist got into a coffee high. Sadly, it appeared that would not be the case today. The coffee addict was nowhere to be found.

Magnificent.

The Negative Guardian scanned for the feeling of coffee that Sci somehow managed to create. He wasn't kidding. Sci had littoral made a feeling that could only be described as coffee.

Said feeling was basically flooding the break room.

Grand. He was already in a coffee high. Well, there's no getting that skeleton to sleep for the next 3 to 8 days, so may as well abuse the hyperactivity in the scientist's head.

So began the wait. The embodiment of negativity was not about to wander the halls of a neutral AU. He did not want to put up with the monsters who had a dislike for him. The AU may be neutral, but the people still tend to have strong opinions on whose side they should be on.

Sci was one of the few who completely stopped caring about who asked him for help. Littoral Death had asked him for help before and the scientist didn't even bat an eye at the fact that a god was in his office but instead asked if he could study said god's magic. It wasn't even because it was a god's magic, but because it was a random thing he'd never seen before. Nightmare swore Sci had no fears.

The highly caffeinated skeleton appeared a few minutes later, each hand holding a full coffee pot. He placed himself at his desk, gulped some of the coffee right out of the pot, and looked Nightmare in the singular eye-light, " So what do I owe the all-powerful guardian of Negativity for his visit? " Sci sneered, clearly tired regardless of the amount of caffeine he had consumed.

" Respect for one thing, " Nightmare growled. " and I would like to know if you could possibly make a tracking device that would still work even in the Omega Timeline. "

Sci reframed from spitting out the gulp of coffee, " The Omega Timeline? Heh, and here I thought you didn't have a humorous. "

" I am serious Sci, " He was not about to acknowledge the joke. " I will be needing them soon. "

" We both know I can't do that, " a coffee pot was waved at Nightmare.

" I am aware, but I have reason to believe something may come from it. "

" Like what? You and your brother go to therapy and the multiverse lives in peace? "

Sci really was trying to anger the embodiment of negativity, wasn't he? " No. Why would I ever try to reconnect with that- that hornet! "

" So my first assumption was right, " Sci grumbled. " Is there any particular reason I shouldn't ignore your request other than you're the oh-so-powerful king of Negativity? "

A growl came from Nightmare as his extra appendages lashed behind him, " Ink, Ink was fairly persistent in getting me to use this course of action. No, I do not know why, but there's no point in prolonging whatever the Brush has planned. It will happen regardless of what we do. " There was no point in wasting time for Sci to ask the question "why."

" So some oddly big event it is then. " The coffee addict shrugged as he finished one of the pots. " I'll get to work on making some more. "

" More? You already have something that may work? "

" I doubt it will work, but it's the best one we have, bonus, it has a mic~ " The enthusiasm died just as fast as it came. " Plus, you probably want them within the next two days. There is no way I could design and make a tracker that would work in that time anyway. "

" Good to know you figured out the drill. " Nightmare growled for the last time as he left through the swirling black void that made his portal.

~~~~🌕~~~~

Sci had in fact delivered. He had managed to make five trackers and a device that would display the location of each one, and play what the trackers could hear.

The placement of the devices went as planned, they caused a spike of negativity large enough to warn Dream of their presence and fought the Star Sanses long enough to plant every tracker on multiple of their personnel. Just like Nightmare had planned. An in and out mission, after all there was no point in letting his men get injured for nothing.

They waited a few hours before looking at the trackers' statuses, everyone knew the Stars would stick around after an AU was attacked to help its residents either evacuate or get back in order. So, there wasn't exactly a point in looking at it immediately.

When the time did come though no one had any expectations for it to work. Why would they? The only people who could possibly break into the Omega Timeline would be Ink, – who is already allowed in – and Error. That next question would be why did Error break in? He and Ink had a truce, it would be stupid of even the destroyer to infringe it.

The point is no one was going to break into the Omega Timeline in any form. So why were they doing this? Ink. Everyone knew that when the Creators wanted entertainment they would use their Protector of Creation. And even if the first attempt didn't work they would always find another way to get an ending to their stories.

The X-event being an excellent example. All through Ink had blabbered to him about how it could've been much worse if he hadn't made a truce with Error all those years ago. And the fact that Ink was able to share it in the detail that he did caused the Guardian of Negativity a large amount of concern and fear.

Truly that was just one example of Ink pushing a change in the universe, – or a prank. – Honestly, most of them were pranks.

When the time came expectations were not. And so far they were correct.

Tracker One: OFFLINE

Tracker Two: OFFLINE

Tracker Three: OFFLINE

What?

Tracker Four: ONLINE

LOCATION: UnderPeace#846328

Nightmare couldn't even care about the fifth tracker. Who was it? Why weren't they in the Omega Timeline? " Who placed that tracker!? " Nightmare snarled the question aloud.

" That would have been you, Boss. " Killer chuckled, spinning in a random office chair he had snatched from an AU.

It was the tracker that Nightmare had managed to throw on Dream, grand, but what in all hell was Dream doing in a random UnderPeace!? The AU had a simple concept, what if the humans and monsters didn't fight each other, but another force? They technically lived peacefully, but there were tensions between the two races so more often than not the AU was declared neutral. This one was no exception.

He disliked that he had to look further into the AU's history to find out what made it special. But he especially didn't like the answer.

The thing that made this UnderPeace different wasn't anything drastic, it was just a legend, a myth, a story. A tale that Nightmare loathed with all of his soul, his narrative. Or more precisely his and Dream's.

They were never actually there per se, but the story was thought of in the AU. But once again the story was told wrong. Well, less wrong and more of… some details were left out.

Without much of an explanation as to why Dream was even in the AU, they checked the audio. After all, if Dream was still in the AU instead of the Omega Timeline something important had to be happening.

Soft hics could be heard if someone listened close enough, Otherwise nothing. Looking at the history of the tracker it was online for a little longer than an hour before going offline for a few minutes and coming back in UnderPeace. The sound consisted of choked sobs, quiet whimpers, a thunk, and the rustling of fabric.

#dream #dreamtale nightmare #dream sans #Nightmare sans #Dreamtale dream #dreamtale au #dreamtale brothers #dreamtale #my fic #fic #Should I tag the murder time trio???#ink sans #I think it's okay to tag Ink for this one...#sci sans #I spent 5 or 6 weeks on this #and the next one is probably gonna take just as long #No bata lol

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sm-baby · 2 years

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this is so off topic but

if villagers have dog genes do you... do you reckon they like belly rubs--

You have no idea... How are it is... To say no right now....

YES.... BUT IT PROBABLY IS LIKE SOMETHING THEY LIKE DOING ONLY WITH SOMEONE THEY TRUST.

Like the nitwit twins could walk in on Player rubbing James' stomach and awkwardly closing the door and they say NOTHING ABOUT IT AFTER.

BUT ITS NORMAL FOR THEM ENOUGH THAT THEY UNDERSTAND YOU KNOW?

NW brother: ... So...

James: HHHH

NW sister: NO JUDGING MAN IF I GUY WANTS HIS BELLY RUBBED THEN HE CAN GET HIS BELLY RUBBED-

#nitwit sister #nitwit brother #james #player

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| @cerissalefford | | setting :: private sitting area reserved for westermen | | the coronation event | | summary :: arron invites his cousin for tea because he has several questions for her about his wife's conversation with his sister. he has spoken to her other handmaidens, staff, and ladies-in-waiting leaving only his cousin left to be questioned.

"As much as I hate this place it has been so lovely to be here. Lovely to know that so much blood was shed for a reason.” Arron thought the Dance without purpose and everyday it became clearer to him that there was much good from the destruction. The Westerlands were truly independent, one of the only regions to know true independence with no reliance on the Starry or Sept of Baelor. They would have their own banks and then it would continue. Arron never cared for court or politics. Politics made him uncomfortable, and he hated to tap into a place that made him uncomfortable. A feeling washed over him that was strangely fitting, strangely cold.

“I don’t want to take up too much of your time, cousin. I’ve already spoken to Guinevere and let her know I needed you for only a few moments so she won’t worry about you there.” Arron didn’t exactly tell Guinevere what he wanted just that he wanted to talk to her and see how she was, leaving it open. It wasn’t odd because Arron Lannister always spoke to his family, always spoke to his cousins, to his family. Everyone save for his Aunt Lanna, once he was old enough to not speak to her he didn’t. He thought her an irritating nitwit. Still, he spoke to his cousins because didn’t think them all to be severely lost and misdirected in their cause. Anyone could be redirected. He captained through storms and sailed through the eyes of the stranger to come out on the other side.

“From my understanding you were one of the ladies present when my wife spoke with my sister. I would like to know what they spoke about. See, I’m under the impression the conversation did not go well and before I start conversations, I like to have all the facts.” Arron smiled easier than any Lannister in living memory. “Dear cousin, please help me get these facts.”

#c: cerissa #cerissa001 #queue up the queue queue

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its-moopoint · 9 months

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I don't know how shippers met their SO and developed long term relationships in spite of separate careers and locations. When two people love each other and want to be together they do everything they can to make the relationship work. They may have met between October 2013 and March 2014 and it was through common friends as C said later, because by March they were already dating, spending Christmas and New Year together with family and friends. Like every early relationship, especially for someone in the public eye, there is no talk about it because people wait to see how the whole thing develops. In CT's case, it worked because they spent their time off together. Then they got engaged in 2017, married in 2019 and had a child in 2021. And let's remember that many actors married to actors usually don't make it, precisely because they are apart filming in various places around the world for months on end. CT lived close enough and had the option to be together when one wasn't able to travel. Having a civilian as spouse is a plus in this case. This is how organic relationships work, but these nitwits are so devoid of any common sense and constant drooling over S, the only conclusion they came to was that CT's relationship was impossible due to her spending the bulk of her time on set with their wet dream.

c2bend

The ‘Civilian’ Boyfriend

So, I’ve only been shipping SC ‘with’ you all since August sometime. And I don’t have the timelines of Caitriona’s schedule as dialed in as some of you. But one thing that keeps nagging me about her having a ‘civilian’ boyfriend that SHE apparently didn’t have before Outlander began and only happened after she started filming OL, is this:

So she gets cast late August, early September 2013. Is in Scotland by mid September, is working, which includes learning script, meetings, horseback riding lessons, other lessons?, costume fittings, annndd then filming. She is in every scene, filming 12 + hours a day with weekends off, which more than likely a good part of that is spent learning lines and sleeping/resting I would imagine, with occasional munro bagging with some guy she met on OL, “magical evening walks” with some guy she met on OL (according to him), visits from across the globe friends – Donal, etc. This is more than likely her schedule for SEVERAL months. I believe I read somewhere that they were filming for 9 or 10 months originally, even if it were 6 months, then some time off, then promoting, then back to filming for 3 more months – that’s pretty much more than one year of her life devoted to OL. During her time off she was in California (not the UK), going to Big Sur, hiking the LA Canyons with her sister and some guy she met while filming OL, hanging with her cat and friends, etc., just being HOME. Then her and her costar are doing some heavy promoting during the summer, then back to filming in August (I believe?).

Okay, stay with me – Now we’re into the fall/end of year of 2014. They wrap in October. She’s in LA (@home) for Thanksgiving with her good friends – Simon, Karolina and others (have you seen the Thanksgiving photos on IG – she’s either exhausted, a bit drunk or not entirely happy or all three). In December according to accounts she does a whirlwind trip to NY, Paris, Ireland (I do believe that’s all very doable btw). Then in January 2015 her and her costar from OL are at People’s Choice Awards – in LA . Also at this time she knows her ‘flat’ is on the market so she realizes she’s going to have to move, so does she stay in LA even though she’s rarely there anymore or uproot and move to Glasgow where she WORKS many months out of the year for OL? Well, yeah.

Now we’re moving into spring of 2015, she’s filming Money Monster for 3+ months I believe, has been doing photoshoots all over the place, quoted in some rag tag as having a civilian bf. This is where I go WTF? How in God’s name does she have a BF, let alone a ‘civilian’ BF with the crazy ass schedule she has had now for the last 2 years, where in the hell would she have found TIME to find and nurture a relationship with someone who has nothing to do with the industry? Unless of course she has a twin, oohh that could explain SOO much… I’m going with that, yep, yep, I like that theory.

c2bend

Rebloging as this has always been my biggest receipt. I wrote this fall of 2015 I believe. And not much has changed as far as this goes - how would she even have time for a civilian BF especially with the amount of time she spends offset with her costar?

mariaae

Love this post @c2bend! Totes agree! Only one man in her life since OL - her co-star Sam! Swoon!

gabysachs

Reblog for the timeline we all have been following since we became shippers. Of course there's an only civilian man in Cait's life, her calm center, Mr. Sam Heughan 😏

s-and-c-forever

Well obviously she does not have a civilian boyfriend and in fact is no doubt married to that person she spent more time with.

marciabalfe

You have to be very damaged by neurons to accept the narrative that states that, in the middle of this whole whirlwind, she inserted the most lifeless, dull, serotonin-free guy in this world in her life as a boyfriend, fiancé and husband. They could at least have chosen someone with a little more vivacity to play this role of a false husband! It’s playing too much with our intelligence!

lovehimloveherstuff

The TRUTH will always prevail... it cannot be hidden or hindered! As you said so (adorably) in your original post here, "Cait & some guy she met from outlander have been munro bagging" since day ONE! Her "Civilian bf" never existed, and neither does her "Ghost husband" now. Their is now & has always been only ONE Man to fit Caitriona Mary Balfe's Bill & that man is Sam Roland Heughan. The Father of her children & the LOVE OF HER LIFE!!! And the two shall never part!!

selanalash

This, people, is the base, the core of the irrefutable logic that IMO led to believe in SC relationship.

bjj3007-ichoosetobelieve

THIS! I’m glad to see that I wasn’t the only one that was beyond baffled by this. Not to mention she states in 2014 (@auburncurlslass pls help me out on this) that she is single. (Again, timelines will be clarified I’m sure ) then claims that she had been with her husband since 2014 🤔 then claims that she has Outlander to thank for love coming into her life. How the hell does a civilian fit that category?

No but really everyone, pls clear up this timeline for me hahaha. So that I can remember it once and for all!

Love the critical thinking of this original blogger btw!

I love all their references to neurons and being smart when they plead their "case" in these long ass posts that say... nothing. I mean any lawyer and judge would throw this shit away at any hearing in seconds. They have nothing to sustain their beliefs but tons of ASSUMPTIONS.

The timeline it's pretty clear for anyone with understanding, a normal life, normal relationship and with no hearing or sight problems.

She had friends in America and they knew T in Glasgow. She was alone in Glasgow and her friends came visit her and introduced someone who actually lived there (T). So she had her work friends (SH) and her new circle she was building. He started appearing in her outings, first only as friends then they got officially together. You can actually watch the whole thing unfold in social media and in her interviews: from the moment she said she was single, then dating someone, then doesn't talk about her private life, then T being her +1 at events, then her thanking him in her acceptance speeches, then her friends, family and acquaintances naming T as her husband, the wedding, the marriage certificate, she speaking of her husband and son, she saying she wasn't with S, she saying her husband has known S since they started dating (that also fits the timeline perfectly)...

You need to be stupid to believe she only worked for a year and her social life was just SH.

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The one that blew by.

Part 15 of Adventure Log+ (sequel to Link's Thought Brambles - much better to read in order). Warning for strong language and violence.

@newtsnaturethings beta-read this chapter! Thank you very, very much, Newt!

“It’s fire- I’m sure of it!”

“Indeed, Sir Margil, though it did not appear so earlier.”

“So much-“ “To see it this far out!” “Goddess.”

Goddess is right.

Can’t say that. “It’s Serenne.”

“That- could be the whole town.”

“Beraya-“

“We won’t know until we’re a lot closer-” to her family- “but the fire’s…” massive- “in that direction.”

“Link is quite correct.”

I’m ‘Link’ again. “Erl- or whoever he actually was- could’ve been telling the truth about fire spreading on the plain.”

“If he was, we shall likely be forced to retreat. The season hasn’t been particularly dry, but these past few weeks have seen little rain in this area.”

That silence.

They’re scared.

They’re knights and warriors, but you can’t battle fire with blades.

Well. Not effectively.

Daile’s as stony as he’s been this whole time- except at that first house. Beraya’s smile still missing. Margil’s wide-eye. I don’t know Varino well at all. That could just be his face. Or he might already have a brick in his armor. The others-

The others.

Thanks to those Sheikah half-masks, those two are a total mystery, but the Hylians are tired for sure. Bad time to be tired. Maybe the scared is good. Alert and tired is better than asleep and dead.

No, no, you can’t be asleep if you’re dead.

I’m tired, too. “Ahem. Keep a sharp lookout, everyone. Eyes all about. You see open flame, you shout it out immediately.”

“Yes, sir.” “As you say, Master Link!” “Yes, sir!” “Uh-” “Sir!” “Yessir.” “Yes, Master Link.” “Yes, sir Link.” “Yes, general!”

Huh?

“Liff, what the #$(%?”

Yeah, what the #$(%, Liff?

“What?!”

“You’re a nitwit, that’s what!”

“But he IS one!”

“Don’t make it weird-“

“You’re the one making it weird!”

“Shh!”

Wow.

“Hmm. Hm hmm.”

At least Zelda can still find things funny. “Sir’s enough, thanks.” Stop it, Link, stop grimacing.

“Kmph- eh- khh.”

“Z- Princess?”

“Khh.”

“Are you alright? Do you smell smoke?” I don’t yet, but I expect to soon-

“Khh- ah- km. Gm. I am- well, thank you Link. I do not smell smoke—yet.”

“Do you need water?”

“I have plenty, thank you.”

----

“It is-“ “Holy…” “It really IS.” “Serenne…” “Are you fricking seeing this?” “Hylia-“ “-to the lab-“

“Preserve us-“ “No way, couldn’t be.” “Hell.” “Beraya?” “P-Princess-“

“Lift us from these sands…” “I’m fine.” “Princess, we ought to turn back.”

“Beraya, your family-“ “Why is there so little smoke?” “No. Not unless we’re forced to.”

“I know.” “But- your safety, Princess!”

“But what if-“ “You heard her- she said no.”

“No point guessing- we’ll find out.” “Master Link, SURELY you must see-“

“Princess Zelda isn’t mine to command, and she’s not yours either.” She’s hers. “…We’re hers.”

Right?

Right.

Dark looks.

“Sir Beraya.”

“Yes, Princess.”

“It sounds as though you’ve family here.”

“Yes, Princess.”

“Please be assured we shall not abandon them unless forced.”

“Sir Margil’s father lives just northwest-“

“Bera- ugh!”

“-of the town proper, as well, Princess.”

“Please, Princess, I know we cannot cater to our families.”

“I shall do everything in my power to see as many survive this as possible, Sir Margil. That includes your father and your family, Beraya. May I ask whom?”

“…My sister Miriah lives here with her dear friend Paulotta and her daughter Aeryn.”

“Where?”

“…Within the circle of trees. Just on the edge. South by southeast.”

Not too far off the way we’ll approach

What if the treeline’s lit?

We won’t be able to cross if it is.

We shouldn’t even consider entering if it is. Not if we value our own lives.

Zelda’s life.

Seggin. Seggin said Zelda and I had to survive. Which… obviously.

He also basically said we couldn’t be coddled.

Pretty sure I don’t consider ‘not running into a blazing townfire’ to be coddling.

Pretty sure I don’t care either way.

I’m not leaving people to die in there.

Oh!

Zelda.

I have to ask.

I have to tell her, too. Tell her I can’t. I can’t turn away from it even if she orders me to. Either the fire stops me or nothing does.

“Zelda.”

“Hph. So quiet, my knight.”

Oh Goddess. Now is NOT the time to relive the last time she called me that. “I’m going in there unless I physically can’t.”

“As am I.”

YES! No. “You’d be safer-“

“I’d be useless. No, Link. No. There is no more time to wade into shallow waters and hope in stillness. I must move. I must move to aid my people.”

“…I had to say it anyway.”

That smile.

“I know you did.”

So warm.

So smokey. “I smell it, now.”

“…Yes-”

“Listen up, all!”

“-khm.”

“We’ll enter Serenne and give aid where we can! Anyone alive, we get them out. Monsters? We slay them.”

“Let me make two other aspects of this clear for all of you, including Sir Link. We are not to separate. This group remains as one unless I say otherwise.”

Good.

“If we encounter the man we know as Erl, we attempt to capture him for questioning.”

Oh- oh woah, I don’t like that idea, we should-

Wow, Link.

Should what? Let him go?

I’d have no problem dragging his ass somewhere for questioning.

It’s because of Zelda.

I don’t want him near her.

This… is clearly my issue. Quit being a nervous dumbass, Link. Zelda just slaughtered dozens of monsters with you.

“Kph- khm.”

Yeah. I smell it too for sure this time.

“Khm.”

She- water. Okay.

Flame. “I hear it.”

Wish I knew what would happen if my pouch caught on fire. Does everything inside it disappear forever if it burns? Does it just reappear and dump itself all over the ground?

I have to figure this stuff out somehow. Because clearly the war we thought was coming is already here.

We’re at war.

“RIDERS!”

?!! “Zel- where?!”

“THERE!”

Where where come on Link whereTHERE “SOUTHWEST, TEN O’CLOCK, BOKO RIDERS, NORTH OF THE HILLS- COUNT-“

“THIRTEEN MINIMUM!”

Her EYES, wow- but “PRINCESS-“

“YOU MAY SAY IT BUT I SHALL NOT AGREE!”

“-I FORMALLY REQUEST YOU TURN BACK UNTIL WE DEAL WITH THE RIDERS!”

“REQUEST DENIED!”

“ALRIGHT, THEN! BERAYA, MARGIL, FLANK THE PRINCESS! DAILE, VARNIRO, WITH ME ON POINT! LIFF, COHL, BENNENT, GENENKO, FLANK US! TERIAL, LAHS, AREE, OEREB, FLANK BERAYA AND MARGIL- PROVIDE LONG RANGE SUPPORT WITH THE PRINCESS!”

“AYE!” “YES, SIR!” “YESSIR!” “Khh.” “YES-“ “D- amn bowstring-“

“DRAW! FLANK! HUIRU AND REIDA, WITH US, CIRCLE WIDE!”

“BUT THE PRINCESS!”

“DO AS SIR LINK INSTRUCTS! I AM NEITHER HELPLESS NOR UNPROTECTED!”

“Y-YES-“ “AS YOU WISH, PRINCESS!”

Glad they listened to her. Sheikah loyalty to the royal line- I hope. Still not leaving Zelda’s melee support in the hands of total unknowns. Margil and Beraya’ll keep her safe.

Hope Varniro knows what the hell he’s doing up here with us.

“Reds first.”

They’re coming FAST.

“They shall end swiftly.”

Four reds? Hard to seeWOW!

“One- khm.” “Wh?!” “AH!” “Holy HELL?!” “P- OH!” “MERCIFUL GODDESS!”

DAMN- amazing shot

“PRINcess!” “HA! Wh?!” “COHL DID YOU SEE?!”

even for Zelda!-

“COURSE I DID, EYES FRONT!”

This is going to be so much easier-

“THEY ARE, THAT’S HOW I SAW- LOOK!”

“Two.” “Hhh!” “HAH!”

SO MUCH EASIER with Zelda here.

Stop grinning, Link.

“Margil-”

You probably lookWOW-

“Three.” “MARGIL-“

Insane-

“I KNOW, BERAYA!”

Then again-

“Too far. Blue.“

That’s a grin on Daile, too.

“Just-“ “Wow-“ “Khm. Stubborn. Again.”

Blue down!

“Praise the Goddess herself!” “Four.”

I’ll take it. “SPEED, Gir-!” NOT Rionee,“GO, BOY!”

“Yes!” “ON, GIRL!” “YES SIR!” “KYAH!” “FLAAAAANK!” “ARCHERS AT READY!”

Good tone, carries, tell Beraya later-

“YES SIR!” “READY!”

Good horse- good boy, keep listening for me, okay? Here they come.

Except not all of them.

“Yes-“ “Five-hhh.” “H- YES!!” “Oh- MY-“ “Skies-”

Zelda’s crippling them.

“Not five yet.”

Just one-shotting reds on horseback and ONE

“Five.”

IN EACH EYE FOR THAT BLUE!

“SIR!”

“VARNIRO?”

“HOW?!”

NOO Link, don’t start laughing – “DON’T KNOW!” But I can’t blame him for wondering.

Five down already-

…Snag.

They’ve caught on- shields up. Zig-zagging. “TAKE THEIR SHIELDS!”

“YES!” “YES SIR!” “MPH!”

“CHARGE!” Pull ahead, ahead, pull way out!

Hope those other archers are good enough to miss US far off.

Maybe Fi.

Yes, master?

Sorry. Was thinking to myself.

How encouraging.

“Khm- TAKE CARE, ARCHERS! FAN OUT!“

Arm straight right. Ignore Fi’s snark.

“YES, PRINCESS!”

No snark intended, master.

“TARGET OUTLIERS ONLY!”

Uh-huh. Concentrate.

“I SHALL TAKE CENTER!”

IT WON’T HURT YOU! I should’ve warned Varniro. Noted for next time.

Concentrate. Everything into the sword. I heard that squealARCHERS INCOMING! SHIELDS!

Come on, Varni- hh. He’s slower than Daile.

“Khh.”

SHEIKAH! GO WIDE!

They didn’t say anything but they’re doing it. Maybe they’ll get to those far-off archers quick. Unless Zelda snags them fir-

“Si-x… no.”

One de-horsed and concentrate here they ARE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! DE-HORSED HE’S OFF HE’S ZELDA’S OR-

-what color was that?! Yellow?! New!

Daile saw it, he saw too, that was a nasty NASTY- looking club-

“PRINCESS!”

Don’t turn-

“I HAVE IT!”

-let the archers finish it off, you’ll screw it up otherwise-

“Wh?! Khh-hh.”

-and FIRE-ARROWS, BREAK!

“TERIAL, LAHS, SUPPORT!”

Wooden shields bad some of the others DAILE YES RIDER DOWN

“STILL STANDING?!” “VEER OFF, PRINCESS!”

this one right in front, huge bone club

“I SHAN’T- ANOTHER VOLLEY!”

AGAIN Link, arm straight out, the energy, concentrate, yes it telegraphs but the reach-

It sees it sees it’s charging EARLYNOCHOICE AAAAH- HPH-HH! Dammit still horsed, behind me- Beraya-!

NO!

TURN AROUND TURN AROUND LINK HYAH! HYAH! SORRY BOY APPLES LATER HOW’S THE YELLOW NOT DOWN HOW IS IT NOT DOWN HOW HOW

DAILE GET THE OTHER, DE-HORSE, DE-HORFFFCK-

Good horse, holy s$#&, good boy, you’re damn nimble and so am I so I STILL HAVE A HEAD and WE FLY TO THAT YELLOW HEY! HEY! HEY YOU YOU YOU Y“OU! HEY!” THAT’S RIGHT LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME IT HAS TO HAVE TWELVE ARROWS IN ITS CHEST BEHEAD IT BEHEAD IT- “RRR-KH!” CLUBCOMINGFACE!

“HH!” “LINK!”

That was f-ing close how is it so strong?! It’s keyed onto me good good let’s go, around for another pass and NOTTHEHORSE“PSH!” It’s too smart too smart it’ll take the horse’s legs out if I get close again-

Can’t get close…

…on the horse.

Turn turn TURN TURN TOWARD THEN YOU CAN GO WHEREVER YOU WANT, HORSE, NOW“HAAAH!”ITSEES ITSEESITCOMING IT’LLHITME WE’LLBOTHHIT “AHH-KHHKT!”

“QQQKKUOUYYYEH!”

Shield-

MY SHIELD cracked-

In one hit?!

It’s way too strong it shouldn’t beCLUBSHEILD “AH-K-H-HH!”

“LINK- AH!”

Another arrow sunk

“QQKUIUY-YH!”

and SHUT UP the damn thing’s still raging, take it out, Link, PUT. IT. DOWN. SLASH SLASHWOAH MISSED ME STRIKESTRIKESTRIKESTRIKESTRIKESTRIKE-

“RUIO DID YOU SEE THAT?!”

STRIKE GO DOWN- GO ON-

“QQKUIU!!! KHHH!!”

“KEEP YELLING!” AND NOT LOOKING AT THE ARCHERS NOW CIRCLING YOUNO NO NO NO NO “HEY! HEY! HERE I AM NO- NO!” RUN RUN RUN RUN IT’S FAST, FAST TOO- NO! “THE HORSES, BREAK OFF! BREAK OFF!”

“THIS WAY! HEY!!” Margil and Beraya “YEAH, ME, ME, NOT THEM!” still with Zelda “WHERE- HEY!!” RUN LINK still flanking RUNRUN a little messy “HEY!!” she’s unpredictable, independent, trying to stay near me isn’t sheSLASH!

ThatgotitsattentionBACKFLIP you’reinitnowyoujerkSLASHSWIPESLASHKNOCKKNOCKTHATSHIELD

“KWHHHHEHHH!”

YES! SWIPE MIDSECTION RIGHT ACROSSWHAAAAAT? ARE YOU F*&$ING KIDDING?! “GO DOWN!”

“QKWKOIHHHWWW-”

ANOTHER arrow, thank-you Zelda-

“-HHHHKKEHHH!”

RIGHTBACKATYOU SWIPE SLASH cluUUB! “Rr- rrh-!” How is it this strong, it’s difficult, difficult to keep its club away from my face and it shouldn’t be like that, this one is so different, even the silvers aren’t like this FOOT“AHH-HH!” UPUPLINK DON’T STAY BOWLED OVER ROLLROLL

My goddess its club in the dirt my head was just there”RRR-!”ITSNECK

No more head.

And there it goes.

Down.

Aware, Link, aware-

Horse?

Far. Run, Link. Does he know whistling? Try.

Zelda, archers, they’ll get the shieldless ones-

Daile still horsed, he’s got one but he’s far- Varniro? On foot? The two Sheikah- approaching Zelda-

Some of ours definitely dehorsed.

Hyup, boy! Well-trained. Still must be weird, a complete stranger and then all this-

Zelda- okay-

Regroup- toward others, like she is, help mop up-

“FLANK! TAKE ANY SHOT YOU HAVE!”

“YES, PRINCESS!” “EH!” “HYU!”

“Sirs, I am WELL, TRULY, go to the others’ aid!”

“But-“ “Princess!“

“HEED ME!”

Can’t hear-

“OBEY THE PRINCESS!”

Breaking off- they’re unpredictable, too.

Zelda?

New line- circling wide.

Trust her. Hyah! Finish the bokos off.

Daile’s- about to go down- or is it? Mine wouldn’t drop.

Hup! Toward Daile, boy, fast!

He sees me, pretending not to, the pounding’ll give it away though, it will- yes it’s turning, nasty spear, bone again, out-reaches me by far, but Daile is smarter.

Ride ride ride, boy, fast, that’s right look at me look at me not Daile TURN BOY NOW TURN-

Squelching. Daile-?

Yes. Sword through its head. Dropping.

Everyone else?

Wow.

Still.

“TO ME!”

To her. Daile- you’re real good.

No, I mean it.

“You good, Beraya?”

Because you’re still alive. Did you get hit?

“Yes! You?”

Good. Think your shield is still here?

“Just a scratch- some dinged plate.”

Yeah, maybe.

“Keep it that way, Margil.”

Keep scanning, Link, in case something decides to pop out from the grass and screw with Daile. Hope he sees the shield.

He does.

Okay- let’s go. Back together, take stock.

“Not quick enough- TO ME!”

Sorry, sorry- yes- YES PRINCESS!!

Speed speed speed sorry Daile

“More- do you see them?!”

hurry Link

“Indeed, Margil.” “ARCHERS! FIRE AT WILL!”

“The Sheikah!”

What the f&#$ are they doing?!

“Hold- HOLD!”

BREAK OFF! REIDA, HUIRU!

“Princess!” “They’ll reach us!” “SHEIKAH, BREAK! BREAK! KHh.”

FOR F#$&’S SAKE!

“Hylia’s light!” “I- khh- SHALL FIRE!”

GET OUT OF THE WAY!

“PRINCESS, RETREAT!”

“Hh!”

ONE ARROW NOT ENOUGH NOT ENOUGH, SHEIKAH- BREAKING!

“ARCHERS FIRE!”

Hit hit hit HIT HIT HIT S#$&

“RETREAT, PRINCESS!”

F$&#ING SILVERS

“INDEED NOT!”

She’s right no time she’d be prone prone open back vulnerable more arrows ONE DOWN not enough- move move MOVE

SHE’S NOT A RIDER LINK SHE’S NOT LIKE YOU SHE DOESN’T-

ZELDA CHARGE! CHARGE! CHARGE-

“BERAYA, GO!!”

MARGIL!

“HAHHHHH!!”

GOOD MAN

“Hh!”

GOOD BERAYA TOO

“Oh- oh!”

She’s drawing, S$#%, she’s right but I didn’t, didn’t at all want her in close combat again and definitely not like this, horsed, so different, no training no training NONE the bow the bow the bow?!

NO, LOST, GRASS? NOISE LINK GET THEIR ATTENTION AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! HAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH SWORD SWORD, THE SKY THE SKY HELP THE SKYWARD STRIKE THE SKYWARD- THE LIGHT- “HAH!” AWAY!

“QUEHWWHWY!”

DON’T CUT THEM OFF BERAYA AND MARGIL BEHIND BEHIND THEM-

“RAA- AAAGH!” “YAAA- KTCH!”

SWITCH HANDS SWITCH LEFT SLICE “AhAAH- HH!”

“LINK!”

STAY UP STAY UP BOY GOOD G-OHFU- “aAAAHPFFCKthph-“

“KWEHYYYEH-HHH!”

GETOFF”GGGH-HH!”MYBACK-

“AH-HH!”

Wh? “ZELDA!” Goddess, they’ll bowl her over “TURN! TURN BACK-” No time it’s standing again “N-NoAAH!” I’ve got you, got you by the ankles you piece of-

NO YOU DON’T

“Tass! Easy-“

Tass hit holditBACK!

“Easy- Mm- MM-HH-“

HoldonZeldaPUNCH

“Easy, Tass-”

PUNCHPUNCH

“That’s it- go!”

where- sword?!-

“KHWEHYEYWEHH!”

PUNCH “SHUT IT!” THEREITIS! Zeldariding outofrange GET IT-

YES!

“QUIEHHHEHH!”

ABOVE- “H-UGH-“ skewered “KH-“ itsarms ITSARMS “ggh-GHH-“ CAN’T “WH?!” blood- limp- arrow! Zelda? Next one move on move on move on move on she circled back still moving yes keep moving Zelda keep moving Beraya Margil good good lots of arrows- our archers- ours-

The Sheikah? Circled behind? Behind enemy- fine out of the way fine they’ll take a few out-

The one- the one that blew by me- where is it?

Where’s its horse?

Mine-

No- not now.

She’s firing again.

Not near our people. Too risky.

My turn.

You’re fast Link, you’re fast, you can do this, they’re all engaged all the bokos but the one that passed you, could be behind Zelda check check- nothing- keep going she’s looking too, she’s smart, she’s smart she knows, she knows too, one’s missing some of ours, some of ours missing too

Daile dear Goddess did he make it? Can’t know can’t he was on foot slow can’t tell

Near- that’s not Margil it’s Genenko needs support, arm limp sword to the sky Link-

Hylia preserve us- lift us from these sands- NOW!

It’s down it’s down Genenko sword through its throat who else who else-

The boko’s horse- mine.

Woah- woah, woahWOAH girl, woah! I know, I S$@% holy F%*$- SWING-

Blood-

Dammit Link watch the f-ing grass for ankle-stabbing bokos, it’s dead it’s dead now, ignore the ankle, it’s working, it’s fine for now-

No horse it bolted oh well GO legs S$*% that hurts not worse though not worse than the melee nowhere near actually but that silver’s near and he is NOT getting the jump on whoever that is who JUST FELL OFF THEIR HORSE NO NO NO JUMP LINK LEAP AAAAAAAAAH-

It’s dead.

Aree-?

Good- good, up, go!

More?

Zelda-?

G- ood.

Every direction, Link.

Eyes eyes eyes all around count count- none? “EYES! COUNT!”

“NONE!” “NONE, SIR!” “NOTHING!” “NONE, LINK!”

“EYES EAST BY NORTHEAST!”

“NONE, SIR!” “NOOONE!”

Fled.

Must have.

Zelda- Z”ELDA!”

“LINK- kmp!”

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

“I AM!”

“REPORT! ALL, REPORT!”

“AREE, WELL!” “MARGIL, SiR!” “BERAYA, SIR!” “GENENKO, BAD SHEILD ARM!” “COHL SIRRR!” “LIFF! WELL!”

Please be more “REPOOORT!”

“REPOOORT!”

“VARNIROOO! I’M HEEEERE!”

Wow, couldn’t even see him in the dark and the grass.

…Daile?

Daile, man, come-

“DAILE! WELL!”

YES!

“LAAAHHHS! HURT! LEG!”

On foot, difficult- did my horse make it? “AREE HELP HIM OUT!”

“YESSIR!”

Oereb. Bennent. “REPORT!”

S*&$ “BENNENT! OEREB! REPORT!”

“SIR BENNENT! SIR OEREB! REPORT AT ONCE!”

Zelda…

“REPORT AT ONCE!”

It’s not a rank thing-

“REPORT, SIRS!”

Yeah, Link. She knows that. Look at her face.

Her face… “Alright. RIDE OUT IN PAIRS! SCOUR THE AREA!”

“AYE SIR!” “YES SIR!” “HUP-“

Pretty sure I know what they’ll find. I should… try to find my horse. He’s probably downed.

That- red sky.

Serenne’s next.

Whether I have a horse or not.

Serenne’s next.

Smoke.

“Khm- kh.”

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Prompt: 14. Icy Roads

Pairing: Gruber x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Setting: Small village in the English countryside

A/N: I had so much fun writing with an OC for Snape so I thought I’d do another OC, with Hans this time 🥰 Now, I’ll say it right at the beginning here that this will be CONTINUED - tomorrow already actually since the prompts work well for what I have in mind 😂 This is just a meet-cute with instant attraction and I hope you’ll enjoy it, tomorrows prompt will probably be a lot “deeper” but today they meet for the first time and it’s adorable if a tiny bit sad, and there’s a bit of action too. I mean, it’s Hans so there’s gotta be something to set it all off 🙈

And there’s a German word in this fic - if you don’t know it please resist the urge to google it! I promise, it’ll be worth holding out until tomorrow for it as the OC has no idea what it means either and I have a plan for the word! 😂👏

Tags/TW’s: Meet-Cute, Instant Attraction, Near-Car Accident, Mentions Negative Family Relations, Questioning Self-Worth, Taught Negative Behaviour.

Word Count: 2.2k+

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I had bought all the gifts, the food, and the wrapping paper needed. The only thing left was the string I’d forgotten yesterday in the shopping chaos. “I thought I was doing good time-wise, why does every nitwit have to be out at the same bloody time as me?” I sighed, my breath turning to fog, and hurried along, heading for the little gift shop with nick-knacks and trinkets. It was the closest one, so even if it were a bit over-priced that’s where I was headed.

The wind was biting my cheeks, tugging on my long coat and scarf. I much rather would have been home, but of course, nobody else was willing to head out in the freezing cold. “I can’t be arsed,” I grumbled, imitating my sister’s words and pitchy voice from when I’d asked her to go instead of me since I was out nearly all day yesterday. Why she gotta be such a prat? And dad’s no better, always faffing around and bending backwards for his little princess… WHAT ABOUT ME?!

My feet thudded against the slippery sidewalk, frozen mounds of snow and previous slush separating me from the road with little to no traffic - a good thing given the blasted weather. I wiped at my eyes, my knitted gloves (that I’d made as a Christmas gift for myself last year since nobody could ever be bothered to get me anything) rubbing away the snow stuck in my lashes. “I can barely see where I’m putting my feet… This is bonkers,” I sighed and tugged the scarf a little tighter around my neck.

I made it to the little store, got the blasted string, and headed back out into the crazy weather that had somehow managed to pick up its pace in terms of both wind and snowfall. “Bloody brilliant, just wonderful. I’ll be soaked and frozen before I get home.”

With the new snow landing atop the frozen roads, they soon turned slippery, treacherous even. I walked with more care, making an effort to not land on my arse because of some damn string for some stupid gifts.

But, no matter how careful one is, you can’t make up for the way others behave. So, when I wipe my eyes for the millionth time I missed the man walking towards me in a hurry and all it took was a bumping of my shoulder and I was off balance.

“Hey! Watch—” My sentence got cut off as I stumbled against the snow mound. Tripping over it, wobbling about like some deer on ice I stumble out on the road, just barely remaining upright. With my arms out like some bloody scarecrow, I managed to catch my breath and find my balance anew.

I glare after the man whose back disappears into the snowy weather just a few feet away. “Brilliant, what a charming bloke,” I grumbled as I tried to make my way off the slippery road affording my boots no grip whatsoever.

“Are you alright?” a man asked over the wind, his accent quite strange. “What?” “Are you alright?” he asked anew as I peered towards the sidewalk, not really able to make out any of his features but a beard and broad shoulders through the swirling snow. “Fine, people can be so bloody charming!” I called back with a tad too much annoyance in my voice. “And I thought Christmas was the time of kindness and care,” I continued with a huff and the man laughed with a chuckle. The wind distorted it but it sounded quite deep and beautiful.

I took a step forward, gliding half a step further on the ice. This is ridiculous! “Watch out!” the man suddenly shouted and I had just enough time to turn my head to see the oncoming headlights lighting up the falling snow being tossed about by the wind.

My feet found no traction. I tried to get out of the way but I was walking in the same spot as dread filled my stomach. I’m gonna die because of string! “MOVE!” the man screamed as the car began to honk, the driver slamming on the brakes, making the car skid and slide on the road. I closed my eyes on instinct and lost my breath at the impact, throwing me backwards, making me slide along the road until my head hit the snow mound on the other side.

It hurt way less than I would have thought to be hit by a car, I felt almost fine. Perhaps my spine is broken and I can’t feel a thing?

“Are you alright?” That accented voice asked but it was far closer this time. “Miss? Are you hurt?” the man continued and I blinked my eyes open only to see a man’s face hovering right above mine. “Huh?” “Are you hurt?” he asked with more force and the depth of his voice seemed to send a chill down my spine. The icy blue eyes and thick beard, the rather large but somehow regal nose appeared perfectly suited to his face. I didn’t get hit by the car?

“I’m-, I’m fine. Did you-, did you knock me out of the way? Are you daft?! You could have been hit!” “You would have been, if I hadn’t done that, schnuki,” the man said, the last word spoken in thick German — which explained the accent but not my body warming each time he spoke. Or the way he seemed to actually see me, not just watch me but his eyes… they saw me. “Now, let’s get you up,” he continued and somehow managed to rise up and off me quite elegantly; his long black coat dusted with snow.

He reached out his leather glove covered hand and after a moment of me ogling the man without realising what I was doing I grabbed it and he pulled me up. “Ahh-, bloody hell,” I hissed as my back protested for a bit and snow slid inside my coat, chilling my skin and making me shiver. “Hurt?” “No, no, just-, snow, in my coat,” I said and shivered before brushing off my arms from the white stuff.

I shrugged my entire body to shake myself loose while ha brushed off the arms of his own coat. “Oh, here, let me help.” I reached up and began brushing off the shoulders of his coat and down the front before I noticed what the bloody hell I was doing. My cheeks began to burn as I halted my motion, almost not daring to look up at him, towering a head above me. “I-, umh, I-, sorry,” I stammered out but he merely looked at me.

“We should get off the road. Wouldn’t want another car to come, schnuki,” he said after a moment. I blinked away the snow from my lashes and nodded, unable to get my usually blabbering mouth to function apparently. He was just so different. I couldn’t help but ogle the man a few seconds too long before turning and clumsily climbing over the snow mound on the opposite side of the road to where I had been.

When I looked over my shoulder he simply walked up and over it, as if it were no hindrance to him or the polished Oxford boots he wore. He dressed splendidly, each piece of clothing exuding wealth and quality — unlike my tattered favourite coat and the homemade scarf and mittens I wore. Well, he’s older too so he’s probably had time to get to where he is. I’ll get myself some fancy coat and good shoes eventually too, hopefully, if things work out. Not that I’ll ever leave this godforsaken village. Dad would starve or not have any clean clothes to wear — I don’t even know which he’d hate more. The house would collapse and who would sis blame everything wrong with her life on if I wasn’t there?

“Thoughtful?” the man asked and I shook my head, realising I’d been damn near staring at him while my mind ran rampant. “You appear to think of something, less happy? No?” he asked and I couldn’t help but adore the accent, the way he spoke so differently but with some form of quality, nobody around my little home town spoke like that. Nonetheless, it didn’t help my burning cheeks that he’d caught onto my gloom.

“So, eh, thanks for pushing me-, umh, saving me,” I managed to say in some kind of nearly coherent manner. What is wrong with me? He’s just a man, a pleasant and handsome and cultivated and obviously wealthy one, but still. Ugh, why can’t I talk with him like with any other of the nitwits around here? They don’t call me Blabber Missy for no reason. And look, my mind obviously works just fine, blabbering on. “A pretty woman like you shouldn’t be out in this weather, alone no less.” “Well, dad couldn’t be bothered with string for the gifts and sis just couldn’t be bothered at all. So, yeah, and it was my fault anyway, I was out yesterday but forgot the string. I got everything else, but they didn’t have my favourite caramels left either. So, I guess, apart from the one thing I was gonna get for myself and the string I got everything.”

“Then again, I guess I could have-, oh, sorry, I’m blabbering,” I laughed nervously while avoiding his gaze, moving some snow with the toe of my shoe. But the man chuckled warmly, nearly playfully. “She speaks,” he said with a smile in his voice. “Well, yeah, I talk a lot, sorry, I know it’s annoying.” “Ah, don’t say that, schnuki. You have a sweet voice,” he said and my eyes flew up to his.

“Something the matter?” “Ah, umh, no, just-, just been a while since someone didn’t find me annoying,” I said with a shrug, not really wanting to show him just how long it had been since I hadn’t been shushed, had someone roll their eyes at me, or even been straight up told to ‘shut it, blabber missy’. “But it’s fine, I know I talk a lot, if there’s someone who-, ah, no, never mind. I’ll be going then.” “May I have your name at least? Or is that not something you exchange in England?” “Oh god, I’m sorry, excuse me,” I gasped out while reaching my hand out with haste. “Anna-Louisa Humphrey, but everyone just calls me Lulu.” “Why would anyone shorten such a pretty name to Lulu?” he asked, almost offended by my nickname it seemed. “I suppose they got tired of having to say the entirety of it so often when telling me to be quiet once every third minute when I was little. Lulu is faster to say, easier to say when you’re in a hurry too.” I shrugged, having given up on getting rid of the nickname a long time ago and now not really being bothered by it anymore.

The man took a slightly deeper breath, nearly sighing as he reached his hand out and grasped mine firmly but not too harshly. “Hans Gruber,” he said and the name made perfect sense for him. “It suits you, Mr Gruber.” “You may call me Hans, schnuki. If you so please,” he said with a slight smile framed by that thick beard of his. He was stupidly handsome when he smiled, and silly-handsome when he didn’t. I couldn’t decide which I liked more but my body seemed to go silly over both. At least I wasn’t cold anymore. “Hans, then,” I said and we shook hands. It felt a little strange to get tingly over it now that I knew he had tackled me out of the way and the slight ache in my ribs was from the impact of his body.

“I best be going, it’s getting quite late. Umh, but, thank you again and-, and I’m sorry for being a nuisance and all. I didn’t mean for you to have to get snow all over you to save me. I hope your coat won’t get stains from the road salt,” I rambled out in a rush, feeling like the biggest annoyance to the man ever even if he had not indicated that he felt like that in any way, but they all do. I am a nuisance, an annoying blabbermouth that nobody ever listens to anyway but— “Anna-Louisa,” he said with a slightly harsher voice, interrupting my thoughts, “why would my coat matter more than getting you out of the way of that car?” “It looks like an expensive coat, valuable.” “And you’re not?”

That made me chuckle nervously while getting my hair out of my face, the snowfall turning it wetter by the minute. But he arched a brow at me, as if he demanded me to answer his question. “I best be going,” I simply said as I began to back away, feeling the most horrible ache in my chest while he started to open his mouth, but I continued talking before he had a chance. “It’s late, and you’re getting soggy from the snow, but thank you again, and merry Christmas, Hans,” I said with as wide a smile as I could offer before abruptly turning and bolting away from him — zeroing in my focus on not slipping or falling on my arse while my boots slipped along the sidewalk covered with snow-dusted ice.

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