#no i dont think he deserves to be pardoned for what hes done but i liked that w3h gave him a small chance to be better FOR HIMSELF | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lokisprettygirl · 2 years

Note

hi i know i havent done this in a while but thought this was long over due so if you still dont mind these, here are my thoughts about tb...

the last few chapters have been nothing short of incredible, i havent interacted much, fault of my own dismay but really the chapters have been an absolute marvel. the twists and the unanswered questions to many many question linger in the air. (pardon me but for some reason i turn very formal for no utter reason)

one question is what happened with the whole bruce and mummy dearest dilema.

i remember there being a loose end concerning steve and co.

but to now talk of the latest chapter if again you dont mind this annoying

i whole heartedly agree the she was being completely irrational but the fact that she knew she did something wrong shows something. and lokis thoughts are completely valid, with everything he's been through, what they've been through, the trauma of what happened last time still haunts him. he doesnt deserve that and im sorry for that darling.

and that sameera woman ughhhhh. for god bloody fucking sakes, she never deserved a space in his mind to occupy let alone his heart. the gull of that whiny idiotic girl boils my blood as she had the shit to say the shit she did after crying to her father that he took her, which caused him to get beaten to an inch of his life. FUCK OFFF you bitchy little girl (i was very tempted to call her a spoiled rich bitch then remembered y/n)

god darling, i really am just sorry. you dont deserve any of this. please wipe the tears that has had no right to cause you any distraught. your feelings are valid but it doesnt mean you deserve to feel the pain you feel. if you cant hold your tears anymore though darling, know that im here to hold you whilst you curse out the world and i will protect you no matter what (wow that got way too personal? not sure if thats the right word)

him being cold to her is albeit a bit rude, is totally understandable. the walls theyve broken down together were coming back up in the moments he thought and did lose her. only for a second though but he did lose her in those few hours and that was just enough time build back those walls up slowly. he still hasnt forgiven her fully hasnt he? but he still loves her enough to ensure that nothing will happen to her and that i believe is real true love. a bit cliché but it is. hes still very guarded now especially with what happened but god the mysteriousness of him is... i just find it rather hot is all

and also that he trusts her enough to know that she isnt like that woman, though he was desperately holding on to that thought, despite the facts, he really loves her does he. to hold on to the belief and hope that she wont leave him despite everything, god i just love him.

why does the mean side of me think that the one he called was bruce and hes taking revenge on her for leaving him in those few moments. its petty and unlikely but my mind is a labyrinth.

i deeply apologize for psycho analyzing your work but its all truly brilliant and if i may be honest hmbomt is still in my mind. im going through withdrawals and the urge to reread it again is very strong and drew to distracting myself to reading lisik.

anyway hope you have a lovely day darling and hope im not a bother

from your lovely 😊❤️ 💜💙💚💛😊

I never mind these dear, you have no idea how happy I feel to get a feedback (the current chapter literally have 0 comments..zero, I was writing the next chapter yesterday and stopped because it got no interaction for hours and it bummed me out) that's not what motivates me to keep going. This does so never be afraid to send me your thoughts, receiving a feedback on something I wrote will never not make me happy,

I like your formal tone 😂

Ohh bruce and her mum will make an appearance soon 👀

Thank you for trying to see the both sides, if I had Loki's traumas and issues and I read that message from her with her being gone, I'd think the worst too. He was just starting to learn to accept the fact that she loves him and not what he can do for her so this definitely wasn't something he needed.

She needs to learn alot about the life and she needs to learn to love herself and she's trying her best, but she got overwhelmed and instead of confining to him she chose to act out because that's what she had done all her life. That's how her life has been like :(

And yes I think he got swept up by her pain and didn't really get to know the person behind those walls, like bad people can get hurt too, they get depressed and they get Suicidal too but at the end it's all about what they can get, it's all about them.

She didn't care about loki, she cared what he was giving her and then once she realised how tough life was outside her mini palace she couldn't survive it.

He's not taking revenge I can assure you that, he's not vengeful type of guy, he did get a phonecall and had to leave but he can't tell her the truth 👀

Thank you for such high praises for HMBOMT, that fic would be the one fic id save if all my fics were dying and I could only save one 😂

Lisik was my first born so writing style isn't the best there but I put all of my ideas in there, so I hope you will enjoy it because I loved writing that baby.

You're never a bother, thank you my lovely 😍💚

#asks #stupidthoughtsinwrting #the bodyguard

6 notes · View notes

mahixa · 2 years

Note

this is super long but carlando and im miserable and laying on the floor because i was thinking what if lando and carlos just put makeup on each other (nothing too wild maybe just some light eyeshadow + eyeliner or something) and i dont know the idea of just such intimate touching on someone's eyelid is so SOFT TO ME i am going to literally start crying on the GOD DAMN FLOOR like idk sparkly eyeshadow? how does makeup work

like the air is so quiet in the room and carlos is holding in his breath because wow lando looks so relaxed and so natural and so at peace, so vulnerable with his eyes closed. it makes carlos feel possessive over this ethereal being he feels like he doesnt deserve. lando takes the makeup like its second nature and the way lando doesnt flinch is sexy to carlos. smiles innocently.

carlos is new to the whole makeup thing bc secretly i feel like theres a part of his masculinity that he didnt dare to explore prior to lando and carlos is still learning how to accept it and so lando just being so experienced with makeup as a whole like holding carlos' face w

AAAHHHHHHHHH HES HOLDING CARLOS' FACE IM HOING TO CRY AGAIN OH MY GOD SOFT SOFT SOFT I AM GOING I AM GOING AJJJGHRHE

anyways he's holding carlos' face with one hand and the miserable white light of the motorhome is striking which disrupts the mood a little but it still feels warm. like it belongs there.

carlos is sitting on the massage bed with lando pressed up against him to apply makeup (probably a bit more than necessary but that's how lando works) and the contact is scorching through their fireproofs. it's how much more confident lando is in his strokes that makes carlos. idk. swoon. lando isn't giggling like the other time he tells carlos he's putting on foundation.

(lando is always so extra with the makeup like carlos would just do lando's eyes but lando wants to make carlos look pretty (prettier))

lando is gently dabbing the beauty blender to blend the foundation in and AGHRJWKEKEN THE WAY LANDO IS HOLDING CARLOS IS SO GENTLE AND SOFT AND FRAGILE THAT carlos doesnt understand and cant wrap his head around it and he always admires lando for it.

lando laughs at carlos before he blends the foundation though. takes a picture of the blob of foundation on his nose, forehead, cheeks and chin.

the reason why his eyes r so bright is because carlos put the sparkles in them

ok thats sappy as fuck wait brb dabbing my eyes i am so emotional about carlando i need to stop dear god

ok im done i promide im judt crhing

sorry it took me a few days to respond, I'd rather leave the longer messages for later than to ignore them, pardon

this made me smile a lot. Thank you for this! What a lovely thing, we love sappy stuff like this, I'm obsessed with them in make up and I think we all are so it's always great to read such things! hugs for you, mwuah

#cute!#agataanswers

23 notes · View notes

zontiky · 3 years

Note

au where reginald got all 42

*cracks knuckles* *my fingers shatter*

reginald voice: if i cannot bribe my way into having child soldiers i will CRIME my way into having child soldiers

reginald during that one interview in s1e1: *hides gun* the mothers have been suitably... compensated

me beating the shit out of him with my bare hands: i hate you i hate you you stinky old man im tempted to kill you off 20 years earlier in this au just because of this

anyway

reginald acquires 42 magical babies

i refuse to believe vanya is the only mega destructive little child there exists in that horde of children. i refuse it.

what im saying is that he goes through a lot of nannies

is there multiple graces? do they all look like grace or are they different so its less weird for everyone involved? does reggie even give a shit at all? i dont know lol so imagine w/e you want for the robomoms but grace is definitely a thing

bc the handler doesnt get the chance to crime on lilas parents lila is there too she can be #8 because i love her lol

wait wasnt it 43? i feel like its 43 am i tripping one sec let me consult the wiki

i think it was 43. im so tired so pardon me and my bs

ummm with the pressure of taking care of 43(42?) children and seeing their obvious unhappiness every single day grace snaps and kills reggie <3 queen shit

jk lol that would end this too fast and im not done talking

unfortunately delila is incest in this situation. sorry diego 😔

FORTUNATELY, there is 42(41?) other dysfunctional adults to help five stop the apocalypse this time. i want them to organize a commission break in. because that would be cool as hell

listen. with that amount of siblings there is no way that they dont all support each other. and if that sounds unrealistic to you consider that they all have at least 1 or 2 people that are absolutely ride or die, ultimate support systems for them. ok? ok

so basically nobody dies, nobody ends up on the streets, diego doesnt live in a boiler room like a sad gym rat (affectionate), luther is not on the moon and also not monkeyfied because out of 36 kids i sincerely doubt there isn’t at least one with healing powers, 2 if you count lila and her copycat tendencies

umm what else. allison has friends growing up and learns quicker that u cant just rumour people to get ur way and that actions have consequences so she never rumours claire and never loses custody and does she become a movie star at all? i say yes but thru talent this time and she doesnt use her rumour to nudge ppl to decisions unless those ppl major suck lmao

before anyone gets on my ass abt this pls consider: she deserves to make bigots lose important papers and hire her. ok. she can have a little rumour. as a treat. but shes responsible about it

i dont think as a 4 year old allisons power was strong enough to rumour 42 people into forgetting vanya has powers. so vanya keeps her powers and learns how to ✨control them✨

vanya is no longer a sad lonely violinist. she is a goth moderately well adjusted violinist. good for her

NO APOCALYPSE. IM SAYING IT AGAIN. THE FIRST ONE HAPPENS BUT THEN IT DOES NOT

honestly five might not even run away in the first place but i highly doubt reggie would yk. tell them. to prepare for an apocalypse. so theyd be taken unawares the first time without five there to warn them

but OOOH BC VANYA IS MODERATELY WELL ADJUSTED AND HAS AN OK SUPPORT SYSTEM SHE WOULDNT FALL FOR HAROLDS BS AND BLOW UP THE MOON IN THE FIRST PLACE... OHOHO

but also we dont know how it happened the first time so maybe its still on? idk lets say its still on. its on but only once

LDSFKASJDF EVEN IF THEY DONT PREVENT IT THE 2ND TIME THIS MAKES S2 SO MUCH FUNNIER

five having to teleport 42 other people to the 60s and then out of the 60s: ouch

AND THAT NEGATES THE SPARROW ACADEMY. COMPLETELY. THAT’S OUT THE WINDOW BC REGGIE ALREADY ADOPTED THEM ALL THE FIRST TIME LMAOOO SALKFJSH

they get back to 2019 and are like dad??? and reginald never adopted anyone he’s just living alone in his mansion and 43 random people just appear in his house JKDHFIWHFSH IM DYING OMG

ok back to the nopocalypse

lol im done talking so

grace snaps and kills reggie before all of this happens in the first place and all 43 of them have happy well-adjusted no evil parent childhoods <3 the end

#tua #the umbrella academy #asks #ftag #i really like this au actually?? like im vibing with it. hardcore #aus #misc #full house au #LOL KIDDING JSKDFSKD #no nvm. im not kidding thats the tag (for now)

304 notes · View notes

zellacchan · 4 years

Text

TANAKA APPRECIATION DAY STARTS NOW

-THIS WHOLE EPISODE ABOUT HIM IS PERFECTLY WRITTEN, THE IMPACT IS BEAUTIFUL, AND I HAVE GROWN TO LOVE HIS CHARACTER SO MUCH MORE.

-TANAKA DOESN'T GIVE UP. that thought alone seems boring when you read it just like that, right? but this episode, ugh, man. it surfaced a whole new concept, you'd think the character was a genuine human, a real person from this world.

-how, exactly? let's start with the things that happened to Tanaka-senpai. ‘‘embarrassment. failure. yet despite that-you refused to give in, and you constantly repeated that in your mind. yet you still ended up getting even more disappointed than you initially were. nothing was going smoothly, and you didn't know why. 'it's okay. i'll keep going, it'll be alright.' you result to self encouragement, because it really isn't the time to feel down, just stay positive. force yourself to be.’’ was the type of situation he was in. normally, a person would give in to the despair, the negativity their mind kept bringing to them. because, i mean, what else could they do? everything was going wrong right in front of their eyes. and when they tried bringing themselves up again, their own teammate refused to help. getting them to toss to you after you called for one could've been the chance to redeem yourself, but no, it didn't. in a normal situation, you'd think ‘okok they might have a plan/they prolly have a better chance at scoring’ or ‘psh maybe next time.’ or even go ‘asjdjfjfj that was embarrassing!’ pretty much any thought, usually it wouldn't give a huge impact to you, and you're able to brush it off after a couple minutes then focus on the game again. but if its like the situation Tanaka was in? completely different scenario. it's likely to give more than a stab to your morale. could even serve as the final blow. even Bokuta-san knew this, as seen from how he passed out afterwards watching them. (maybe it's due to the relief that karasuno scored, tho his attention mostly focused on Tanaka, as once again shown from his reaction after Tanaka earned a point. plus the fact that he was aware of how he, himself would act if he's in Tanaka's position.) but, did that 'deal the final blow'? did it finally make him give up? nope, it didn't. (part of the credit goes to our sunshine child Shoyo, thank hEAVENS for this angel.) and even if Shoyo wasn't there to encourage him, i doubt he would've acted differently. it takes such an impossible amount of mental strength to survive those kind of life difficulties, moreover in sports. s p o r t s, where one mistake could ruin everything. and Tanaka-san had that strength. it merely showed it's pique on the very end, but he had it from the very beginning. hence, again, i doubt a different outcome—and i find that so so beautiful, bc honestly, let's be realistic here. not a lot of people could do that. they may try, but they can only reach so far before giving in. Tanaka was one of those rare gems, and this episode was incredibly inspirational about it. i just can't say that enough. it's anime, fictional. yet the emotions, the struggles and how it was depicted were more than on point, and that's why it's capable of such impact. hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-

-i dare say more; let's move onto his quotes. “i'm nothing but average. but still, my average self.. do you really have time to look down like that?” ohmygod. this needs to be my life motto. Tanaka-senpai you outstandingly positive man, i crave for his attitude-his viewpoint, way of dealing with sitautions and everything. it's so cool and awesome and just aAAAAA, how?! how is one capable of such thoughts?? please teach me. i beg of you. “i'm pretty sure i'm a normal human being. especially when it comes to my build and abilities. when i was a kid, i was convinced i was a genius. i might've thought that until i was in middle school. actually, i'm still sorta convinced that i am. but i'm probably never going to be 180cm tall. i'm confident in my athletic skills. but on our volleyball team, i'm not number one in anything at this point in time. but that's not a reason to quit, nor is it an excuse.” i'm screaming. just slapped the perspective and words i've longed to hear. what an ace, Tanaka-senpai deserves that title so much. it fits so perfectly. “as long as i keep trying until i can do it... i can actually do it!” yes, thank you, Tanaka-senpai, Furudate-sensei, for proving that giving up is just an illusion of success. once you've tried enough and you can finally do it, you've finally done it. it's possible.

I REPEAT, TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE DESERVES SO MUCH APPRECIATION. HE'S SUCH A BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN CHARACTER, AND WE ALL SHOULD SHOWER OUR LOVE TO HIM.

p.s i wrote this on the spur of the moment, (milliseconds after the episode ended) pardon if i dont make sense<3 just love tanaka ryuunosuke<3 thats all you need to know<33

464 notes · View notes

ms-indifferwnt · 3 years

Text

I'm Cold (Lee Donghyuck x Reader)

"I'm cold"

"And?"

"Can't you give me your jacket or something?"

"Can't you accept my proposal and marry me already?"

In which Prince Donghyuck's parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up

Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn

Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive (I'll add more if there are)

Word Count: 2.6k

Notes: Chapter 2 of Im Cold. Dont be shy and drop and ask, I love answering them hehe

Prev / Chapter 2 / Next

"And she said No" Donghyuck huffed taking a swig of his alcohol, while the boy opposite him started laughing at the story, "Don't," he says pointing a finger at him "Don't laugh at me, Mark Lee"

He snorts and takes a sip of his drink before replying "Well you deserved it, did you think she'll agree?" he pints out and sighs, running his fingers through his hair "You're fortunate enough that she didn't refuse your advances in front of everyone"

Donghyuck groaned and glared at Mark "You're supposed to be on my side"

"I'm on nobody's side"

"What a lucky bitch nobody must be"

"Think about it, other than the maid of the royal family, she has a life of her own, with people she adores and people who adore her right back," he points at Prince Donghyuck's chest "You suddenly pulling that stunt, is only making it harder for her, so be a little bit more," he thinks of the right word "Sympathetic"

Hyuck nods, playing with the liquid in his glass as Mark stands up to leave "Don't leave me," Hyuck accuses "Stay here till the sun rises"

"And why should I do that?"

"Because if Jeno and Jaem find out they're going to yell at me, if Renjun finds out he'll laugh at me, Chenle and Jisung are underaged to drink and Lucas Hyung is talking to his Fiancé"

Mark raises an eyebrow unamused by the younger's words

"Y/n is asleep on my bed," he answers honestly this time, relenting to the older's stare "I told her to sleep there and made an excuse that my parents might walk in and wonder why she is asleep on the sofa, so I waited till she slept before leaving her there to rest, you know like a gentleman"

Mark hums and sits back down "And what do I have to do with this?"

"I can use you as an excuse as to why I'm not in the room"

"Ok," Mark rolls his eyes and nods "Then why ask me to come here at Eleven in the evening if you just wanted her to be alone in the bed?"

"She slept at Eleven!" He shot back "she was on her phone for two hours, giggling to herself, whoever she was talking to is making her all giddy"

"Maybe she has a boyfriend or talking to her friends how dumb their prince is," Mark added "that's why she wouldn't accept you, none the less, at least try to be a bit more considerate on how she is feeling"

"Morning" was the first thing Y/n heard when she woke up, don't get her wrong, she wakes up early cause of her job, but she also knows that the prince rises even earlier cause he loves the sunrise and when she opened her eyes that's where he was, by the window, letting the sun coat him in light making him glow, his black hair styled to perfection, his dress shirt wrapped snugly against his body, the tailor did a splendid job on this one, his trousers and unbuttoned blazer giving off a casual look. For a moment she sat there in awe, he was beautiful, absolutely breathtaking that it takes all her strength to look away "Go get ready, we're returning home after breakfast" he points at a dress beside the bed, that she hasn't noticed, and we have the prince to blame for that

The dress was a red, more pastel-like, giving off an innocent vibe, Off-shoulder vintage style is what she would describe it "What about that dress, Prince?"

"It's yours," He said and looked at her "If anyone asks tell them I gave it as a gift to you on your birthday" she blushes and shakes her head, opening her mouth to speak if only he didn't cut her off "Gifts are meant to be accepted, love, so accept the dress, it's yours now"

Just as he spoke a maid entered the room bowing to the prince "Your Highness," She faces Y/n and immediately recognizes her, it was one of the new maids in Prince Donghyuck's Kingdom, She remembers to cause this girl was supposed to be under her wing "Milady"

Y/n gasps and looks at the girl in shock "Hana" She says and shakes her head

The prince walks towards Hana, petting her hair, "Speak casually to her, it's alright" He smiles and nods at the dress "Take care of her, see you in the dining hall my love" he says, taking her hand to kiss her knuckles and leaves the room

Y/n looks at the younger maid who looks at her in awe "Pardon me for my rudeness, Milady,"

"Y/n is fine"

She smiles "Lady Y/n, you of all people know how loved the prince is" she squeals excitedly "everyone in the palace were so excited with the news, so many girls envy you you know"

Y/n smiles softly "The prince and I aren't really dating" she replied and shook her head

"Milady please don't be so modest," She says and stood up to take the dress "wow such a pretty dress," she breathed "Where did you get this Milady?"

She sighs and stood up "The Prince gave it to me" she replies and Hana immediately assisted her "I'm ok, you don't have to help me"

She pouts "It is my job"

Entering the dining hall all dressed up in the dress is Y/n's first, she looks at Prince Donghyuck who smiles and nods as Prince Jaemin stands to greet the new incomer

"Y/n" he smiles and takes her hand to kiss her knuckles "You look lovely," HE praises "Is that from Hyuck?" A shy nod leaves her and Prince Jaemin smiles slyly at the boy who was watching him and the girl, Jaemin raised a hand and waved him off, Yes, I know she's your bride I won't do anything, it meant.

But in all honesty, Prince Donghyuck was just watching to see if Jaemin was about to do anything that isn't approved by Y/n, he was just worried. She hasn't even agreed to marry him yet.

Prince Jaemin squeezes Y/n's hand so she'll look at him "Don't be shy Y/n," he replies and a smile coats his features "I'm sure Hyuck told you to wear that cause he was excited the secret is out and he can spoil you"

Y/n's eyes widened opening her mouth to speak but Prince Jaemin spoke first "He said this was a gift on your anniversary" he said excitedly leading her to her seat beside Prince Donghyuck

Prince Lucas nodded "What did you get him Y/n?

She was about to reply only to be spoken over by Prince Donghyuck "Can you not?" he asked Prince Lucas, wrapping a protective arm around her waist, making her flinch as he leans down to whisper in her ear making it look like he was keeping her close "Don't say a word"

She obeyed

Arriving at the palace a little before noon she was greeted by Maids and butlers, ready to assist Prince Donghyuck in whatever he might need

He holds her hand, "follow me" he instructed and lead her through the palace and people, "mother says this is your room now" he informs and sits on the bed

"My prince" she quickly denies and shakes her head "I cannot accept, this is insane"

He laughs and shakes his head "The room is yours, get some rest, my parents took the liberty to fill your closet" he replies and stands up against the door, his hand on the door "Get some sleep, you must've been stressed" he opens the door and leaves

Y/n watches him leave still not done disagreeing with The Royal Families instructions, it wasn't fair, she and the prince aren't dating, they're not engaged, she doesn't deserve this

She sits down on the bed to open the drawer on the white vanity beside her and gasped, in it were different designs of accessories, she couldn't help but become completely enchanted, taking them one by one to examine them.

A beautiful (birthstone) ring was the first thing she saw, taking it and examining it, watching the intricate details swirl and curve around the ring. Next, she saw a pretty and plane necklace, it was a diamond gem, a choker sized necklace that if she wore the gem being pressed right between her collar. While holding the necklace she stands, going to the closet to see the overwhelming amount of dresses, taking them out to carefully inspect and admire them placing one after the other on the soft mattress of the bed, finding comfort on the cold floor right at the floor of the bed, she leans her head against the matress as she thinks, I have to tell them.

She sighs softly, this was all new and stressful and even if the gifts were beautiful, she feels guilty, these weren't for her they were for Prince Donghyuck's Fiance, she frustratingly ran her fingers through her hair, and closed her eyes at the on coming headache

She didn't mean it, she only meant to close her eyes for a minute, to only rest for a couple of seconds, she didn't mean to be cooped up in the room for a two hour nap, she didn't mean to fall asleep still holding the necklace that when Prince Donghyuck entered to ask her if she wanted to accompany him only to see her asleep, she didn't mean for him to lift her and place her under the covers, she didn't mean for him to clean up the mess she made while she explored the room, she didn't even know it happened 'till she woke up

Opening her eyes and realizing that this wasn't where she fell asleep, she sat up in shock, what happened? who entered the room? Somebody cleaned up? She got cut from her thoughts when she noticed a letter on the vanity table from the prince herself

Dear Y/n,

I hope you didn't mind, I placed you on the bed, you'll get a stiff neck at the position you were on. Rest well, You deserved, the whole ordeal must've been stressful, I know you wanna talk to me, I have a free schedule later around 7 pm, eat dinner with me and lets talk

Lots of love,

Lee Donghyuck :)

Y/n's mouth drops open in shock, he was the one that placed her on the bed, did he clean to? please tell me the prince didn't clean up the mess she made. She stood up only to be greeted by Hana as she opens the door

"You're awake, Milady" She smiles and sorts through the closet before Y/n could even process what was happening "Prince Donghyuck has suggested this to be your outfit for the rest of the day Milady"

She blinks, "Um, no thank you, I'm ok with what I'm wearing" She says and moves to go out the door when Hana stops her

"Milady you can't be seen wearing the same thing twice," She reasons holding the dress up so she can see

Y/n examined the dress, it was simple more simple than the red vintage dress she was currently wearing, it was a long dress hat would reach her ankles, the material light and seemed light and cottony, sleeves reaching the wrists, and a cute bow by the collar. It was just a simple casual sundress that had its own belt, she nods and sighs "ok fine, I'll go change"

She walks through the halls of the palace, going to the tea room, where Hana has informed her where Prince Donghyuck was. Upon arriving she realized that not only was Prince Donghyuck in the room so was the Queen and someone she hasn't seen a long time

"Donghyuck where is Y/n?" the queen asks and looks by the door, making Y/n hide behind the door, "Should we fetch someone to get her?"

Donghyuck was quick to shake his head and deny his mother's suggestion "She's probably asleep let her rest"

The boy she hasn't seen in years smiled happily at the conversation "Hyuck sounds like a caring fiancé its amusing" he laughs and teases Doghyuck with a sly grin "is she the one wearing blue by the door way?"

Y/n froze around the same time, Prince Donghyuck and the queen turn their heads to look "Y/n?" Donghyuck asks

Revealing herself, cheeks slightly tinted red at being caught she bows in greeting "I'm sorry," she replies looking down in embarrassment

Prince Donghyuck stands to hold her hand and land a kiss on her knuckles "Don't be, my love" he says and leads her to sit beside him with her still frozen from the nickname and the action, "Did you sleep well?"

the boy from earlier giving her tea "I have honestly never seen Donghyuck so smitten," he teases and smiles at her "Nice to finally meet you, Lady Y/n"

She shakes her head and stands "No please, Lord Taeyong" she quickly denies "Don't address me by a title have no right over"

A smile lands on his lips "I like you" he says and pats Donghyuck's back "I approve if her, good job" he stands and bows "I'm afraid I shall keep you calling that Milady, it suits you" he winks and Donghyuck, gently pulls Y/n to sit down "Your Highness" Taeyong speaks to the Queen "After you, I think the two of them would like to have the room for themselves"

The queen giggled, nodding "Oh Taeyong, I was just about to suggest that, you're a lot like my brother in law has anyone ever told you that?"

"I'm afraid so, My Queen" he laughs "He is my father" was the last thing you could hear from the conversation before it faded away and into the hallway

Y/n wasn't paying attention to the Marquees or the Queen only to be focusing on the prince, his blazer long forgotten on the coat rack, but his simple french-cuffed-two-unbuttoned-buttons style was mesmerizing, she realized they have matching colored tops, she blushes slightly

"Are you still adamant about not marrying me?" he wakes her from her thoughts

She blinks then nods "Yes, this isn't meant for me, My Prince, this was for your Fiance and i can't take it"

He sighs and examines her "Two weeks"

"I'm sorry?"

"Give me two weeks of your time and after that I'll tell my mother myself"

"What? No, We have to tell her now"

"Listen, you said you don't want the royal family to suffer because I can't tell her I don't want tp get married yet, right?"

She bites her lip, not answering

"Right?"

"Yes" she whispers

"Then give me two weeks, to figure out a way to tell her how we broke up so you can be free and no one will ask why, and so I can use it as an excuse as to why I wont find a new bride anytime soon"

"What excuse, My Prince?"

"I'll be too busy trying to get over you to find one" he smiles and she tries her best to suppress the warmth of her cheeks at the sight

"That won't work"

"Better than the family getting ridiculed, so, will you give me two weeks my love?"

#7dream #chenle #donghyuck imagines #donghyuck x reader #haechan smut #jeno #jaemin #jisung #lucas #nct #nct127 #23nct #princeau #royal!haechan #royal7dream

193 notes · View notes

xsarcasticwriterx · 3 years

Text

Young God-Part 1

Summary: Your power isn't even a power its simply words. You can understand people, get into their head and know them better than anyone all willingly on their end. This made you useful to the avengers when villains came and you could understand and fix them. When this is asked to be done to loki you cant help but fall for the god the more you get to know him.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warning: Swearing, Loki being loki,angst

Notes: Ok lemme just start of saying loki isn't going to be...nice in the beginning of this i got the idea off of joker and harley quinn's relationship and slightly silence of the lambs so do with that what you will now i adore loki so he won't be a dick the whole time just yea someone getting into loki's head? he isn't too chill with that.

You walked down the stairs leading to the dungeon where the god was locked away ready for you to speak to. you heard the mocking laughs and sarcastic remarks made as you passed the cells.” “hey mortal lemme get a taste” he said thrust to you. you flipped him off not looking at him and passing on by. seeing the god laying on the couch reading a book you walked through the boundaries placed stepping before him. Odin had given you a pill, said it would allow you past the wall of an hour and only you. “hello” he said reading his book still. “apologies for my fellow inmates they can be quiet rude” he said with a small smirk.

“ironic coming from a man with the nickname silver tongue” you said sitting down on a chair in front of him. he placed down his book “oh doll there's more to that nickname” he said with a wink. you simply rolled your eyes in response. you had been told loki was like this. “anyways why are you here” he asked sitting up turning to you “did odin send you to make sure im behaving?” he asked with a snarky tone

You made a mental note of his hatred for odin, though from your interactions with the man you slightly understood that. “i'm here to speak to you” is all you said. loki scoffed “you doll are a horrible liar” he said with a smirk. He stood up and walked around you almost scanning you. “what's the real reason your here?” he asked behind you. “truly i am here to talk to you” you repeated with a straight face and shrug. “then talk” he said bending down right in front of your face. his breath ghosting over your face and his long wavy hair falling in his face. “your a god you live for years on end tell me loki, how old are you?” you asked. loki gave a smile before standing “my age? that's what you came for?” he huffed. “ill answer your questions if you answer mine” he said in return

you turned around facing him “i don't answer questions” you said with a shrug “oh come on doctor i know your other patients didn't just comply with your questioning” he said with a smirk. he was always smiling or smirking, never a true smile something to show planning, no not planning, anger? no not anger. hurt? yes thats it hes hurt and hides it with his devilish smile. to throw you off to push you away. make you fear him over wanting to know him.

Now the new question was how did he know you were a doctor. well you may not be an official doctor but you were one of sorts. You had been in college to get a phycology degree until fury swept you up making you work for him. you tilted your head alarming the god you were lost on his accusation. “oh dear as you said i am a god you don't think i could fall for your tricks and lies like the others did you?” he asked walking to you “doll only i make the tricks here” he said holding your jaw. “now we play by my rules” he said with another smile. “stop” you said. his smile widened “stop smiling” you said. you saw a hint of confusion wash over before it was erased with another smirk “why doll?” he asked. “because its a lie” you said. loki's face became serious “you talk of lies yet you wouldn't tell me why your here” he said walking around the room.

“Fine i'm here to evaluate you” you said simply “now will you answer my questions?” you asked. “I have been just not the ones you want the answer to.” he replied. “agree to my terms and ill be more than willing to answer you” he said with a sarcastic smile “i ask the questions not you” you replied. he shrugged laying back down reading his book again. you only had an hour with him so you had no choice but to comply with his rules or you'll get nowhere but you also didn't want the god to think he could just boss you around and throw a fit.

you shrugged picking up your bag walking out of the room. “1,054″ you said blankly. you turned confused “my age” he said still reading. you nodded walking back in “one question” you said sitting down. he smirked still looking at the book but not reading it “well start simple. name?” he asked. “y/n” you replied. “y/n....mmm now y/n why are you here?” he asked sitting up. “to evalu-” you started to say before he cut you off “why are you here?” he asked “were not doing this loki i said one question” you said standing back up. your hour was almost over. “what happened doctor don't like a taste of your own medicine?” he asked with a dark smile. “why do you do that? smile so much?” you asked. “you tell me you said it was a lie which means you've made your own deductions of it so tell me doc why do i smile so much?” he asked tilting his head.

“to make people uncomfortable. they see you smile this mischievous smile a smile that they expect from the god of mischief. you become what people expect of you so they stay away now why you push people you don't know away i'm not quiet sure on but i assume it has something to do with your spite for odin” you said simply. loki gave a wide smile standing up “well well well doc, you are utterly” he said behind you getting close to your ear “wrong” he said simply straightening backup. “now you well i do have so many things to say about you” he said moving in front of you. “you evaluate people thinking you know everything about them so much more than they know themself, from body language to words to the crime they commited. but i my dear am simply a king who deserved a throne and would fight for it” he said sitting back down “hours up doll better leave before your trapped in here” he said looking at you with another smile.

Walking back up you felt unnerved. the god had a weird aura to him like he could read your mind. granted he may actually be able to in which case you need to be more careful about such things. you walked to your room feeling empty and drained. you fell back on the bed rubbing your face. the odinsons had given you your own quarters while you stayed there. there was knock on the door and you groaned “its open” you replied and the door opened revealing yet another god, a kinder one. Thor walked over sitting next to you “how was loki?” he asked. “loki was....exactly how yall described him” you sighed. thor griminced he hoped his brother would behave “did you get anything out of him?” he asked. “just his age which is useless it was more a test to see if he'd comply with me. think he got more out of me than i of him” you said looking up at thor.

“give him time. my brother can be...difficult but your a legend at this so you should do well it may take longer than usual but you'll get it” thor said cheerfully. you gave a small smile. you wanted to believe that you truly did but honestly you weren't sure. “loki sure is a strange guy” you said sitting up “Well he's not a guy hes a god such as i and he was raised by my mother” he said to you.

“get some rest i bet you'll do much better tomorrow” he said with a smile walking out. you sighed and changed, laying bed you felt sleep take over.

you stood in a black room seeing your parents smiling faces “mom? dad? you said with a smile. you started to run to them before blood dripped from there eyes and they slowly faded away. you stepped back feeling empty once again. you heard a chuckle and turned seeing loki laugh and roll his eyes before vanishing too

You awoke with a small scream and your heart racing. you were drenched in sweat and tears streamed down your face. once you calmed you growled launching up from bed and walking down to the dungeon storming past the assholes shouting crude things at you. you stood at loki's cell banging on the wall “hey asshole” you said blatantly. “well hello to you too doll isnt this a shocker” he said with another smile god how you wanted to slap that smile off his face “shut up” you said. loki sat up looking at you “well what can i do for you?” he asked. “your not supposed to have you powers in here” you said with a stern face

loki tilted his head in mock confusion “why i don't” he said voice dripping in sarcastic hurt as if offended by such accusations. “don't lie you bastard! You were in my head i know it you know it so let's just both know it” you yelled at him. His smile widened “ok darling but see i do have one question left unanswered. how did your parents die?” he asked stepping to the glass. “they didn't it was simply a nightmare” you groaned.

“no no see people who dream of the death unprompted feel pain,sadness,fear they try to stop it you well you felt nothing you just...stood there” he said looking down at you. “so how was it they died?” he asked. “if you can get in my head then you sure as shit know” you said looking down at the floor. you really did not want to speak of it.

“of course i do doll but i want to hear you say it” he said leaning on the glass. “i will not play into your game” you said storming off “you still hear it dont you? their screams” he said. “i do” he said after

you turned “pardon?” you asked walking back to him. “have a nice night darling” he said smiling walking back to his couch. “but you said-” you were cut off by the sounds of footsteps “oi you are not to be down here madam” the man said walking to you “oh yes sorry i must have sleep walked” you replied walking upstairs back to your bed.

laying down your head felt as if it was spinning. This was going to be an interesting roller coaster wasn't it.

#loki #Loki Laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki of asgard #loki layfeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki odinson #loki odison x reader #MCU #MCU fanfiction #mcu x reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #tom hiddleston

62 notes · View notes

zuffer-weird-girl · 3 years

Note

May i request for overhaul just being vulnerable because of the first time he felt "threatened" by somebody trying to steal angel away? And he feels really terrible about it? (Even if he took care of the issue...the person- already?) You may decline! Thankyou

He wasn't the best to be involved with.

Heck, he would be a hypocrite if he deny such a thing. He is arrogant, cold and capable of kill someone if they accidentaly bumo onto him. Not even mentioning the sociopath part of his persona.

Resume. He is a mess of a man. Sometimes he even question it if you were actually sane to still be with him. Say you loved him for who he is and stay by his side even on his worsts moments where he knows he is an absolute asshole if it let him.

He knew you deserved better. He knew it.... yet his selfishness was way bigger than his common sense; he didn't wanted to lose one of the only good things on his fucked up life.

He was too possesive.

Yet seing you there... smilling and actually laughing at that man's words and gestures made his stomach turn into a knot as he gripped on his glass a little bit tighter as he stared at the scene with nonchalant expression.

"Such a beautiful person like yourself involved with us? A bunch of yakusas? Pardon but I mistook you with actual royalty." The brunette haired man spoke as you giggled and waved him off.

"Please, this is beyond exaggerating sir!"

"I beg your kindness to call me Harishima. It would be a blessing to hear my name be spoken by such a sweet angel's voice."

Angel? Angel... that was his nickname for you. How dare he-

"Shit! You're okay Overhaul?" He heard Chrono's blvoice and he only let out a confused noise before looking at his own hand... despite the gloves on, that was sign of his blood dropping on the floor along with the remains of what used to be a glass.

He didn't even used his quirk to do that... impressive. His subconscious spoke louder this time.

He merely grabbed a napkin and started to wipe it off until he heard your voice. He stared down and found you with wide worried eyes directioners at his injury as his chest somehow fluttered in relief.

Your attention was on him. You carried about him.

"What happened?!" You took the napkin out of his hand and sweetly wipe while holding his hand on yours... many were shock that Overhaul didn't killed you right there for touching him without permission.

No. The man was staring down at you like it was not a big deal. Letting you treat his wound as you asked for anyone for some bandages.

The worry in your eyes were genuine... you didn't had the same look towards that filth.

"Kai I think we should go to-"

"Oh my." The man you were speaking to appeared and dares to put a hand on your shoulder "Mister we should get to the hospital. I can take both you and this lovely friend of yours there by my car."

"Would you really do that?" You asked in astonishement and relief as the man nodded with a smile.

His eye twitched at the sign. Snatching his hand back he took off his gloves and let it fall to the ground as he used hsi quirk on his own hand. Poker face present with a tinge of hate and wish to kill as he stared Harishima on the eyes.

"As you can see-" his hand returned back to normal "I dont need this stupid charity of yours. And I command you to stop this disgusting flirting on my partner. Unless of course you dont treasure your life this much." He narrowed his eyes at the quivering man before telling you to follow him since he was done of this reunion.

You looked at Hari whose shrugged before quickly apologizing to Harishima and going after your fuming boyfriend.

He could hear your footsteps after him but he didn't even dared to look behind his shoulder or to even spoke one single word. On the car it held such a tension atmosphere that could be snapped by a freacking needle.

Now, back to the safety of you guys shared room, you looked at your boyfriend changing out of his clothes before gulping and have thhe courage to speak.

"I thought we were suppose to get out of there at 10? Is still barely 9 p.m Kai..."

He stop mid track on folding his shirt. Golden eyes looking slowly at your figurine before they retreated, as well as his actions of searching something to wear at night after taking a shower.

"If you wished to pass time with that filth then you should had at least said on my face."

The time your ears got his sentence you widened your eyes and stared at him for solid minutes in shock as he refused to lock gazes once again.

"What are you... talking about?" You giggled "Wait... no. Kai you were-! Oh!!!" your giggles got into a point you were laughing, back on the bed as Chisaki arched one eyebrow up as one of his eye also twitched in anger.

Making fun of him after what happened. You were lucky enough he treasured you or else you would be around on all room and being cleaned out of it by Chronostasis.

"Quiet." He commanded and you only laughed harder, giggling when he grabbed on your shoulder and forced you to look at the murderous glare he had on his face as you smirked up at him.

"You were jealous of Harishim-"

"Spoke his entire name. Go on." He narrowed his eyes down at you and clenched his grip on warning "I dare you to do it."

Smilling up at him you giggled one last time.

"I lost count of how many times you got jealous hun." You giggled more before you stopped when he let your shoulder go, turning his back to you "Kai..?"

"... you know dearest. That... you're free to go. There's no need to remain here against your own will." That was the last thing he said before getting inside the shower, leaving you at the point of your heart to burst out of your chest.

What was he talking about?

After some torturing minutes he got out of the shower and widened his eyes at seing you, boucing your leg still waiting for him but soon they got back to normal.

"I thought you would be gone by now." He spoke nonchantly as you hesitantly looked up at him.

"Do you want me to?" His heart did a weird thing, but it seemed like it had contracted at seing your worry and how afraid you seemed to be.

"If it is against your own will and you're lying then yes." He said in the most cold tone of voice possible until you got up to look up at him, inches apart from his body.

"Why would I pretend something like that? We both know I cant even hide you that I ate a candy bar without you looking!"

"... what I am saying is..." he sighed, his pride not even allowing him to look at your eyes "I don't think I am the most suitable person to you. After all you're just so... pure."

You blinked up at him in surprise and shock... he wasn't only jealous this time, but insecure. Heavens, when was the time you ever saw your Chisaki Kai, OVERHAUL, insecure?!

"This is new..." you mumbled, finally catching his attention enough for him to look at you "Kai, you treat me well enough. Jesus you spoil me rootless since I almost beg you to not do it!"

"Is not a matter of money. Is a matter of treatment. I should at least... give enough of affection for you to not go to other males seeking for such things." He looked away, scratching the back of his neck until he let out a gasp at you hugging him tightly.

"You idiot." He narrowed his gaze at you who had your head on his chest "I couldn't ever seek attention from other guys since I have you. Germophobic and all of your package." You looked up at him as he stood with his arms out awkwardly.

"Yet you seemed quite fond of that sick-"

"Is a matter of good education. I dont even know if you noticed but everytime he tried touching me I brushed off. Just at that time when he was suggesting to take you on a hospital!"

His gaze slowly softened.

"You are the only one for my eyes dammit! I love you for you Chisaki! Sure, our affectionate touches might be rare but that's what make it so special... and you're getting better on your mysophobia! Geez last time there was a dirt on the floor instead of wanting to kill someone you went there and clean it yourself!"

"That was simply because no one else can clean something properly." He brushed it off as you again rested your head on his chest with a sigh.

"Trust me at least once Kai..." you mumbled until you gasped when you felt him hugging you back slowly with one arm as the other was occupied on petting your head.

"I dont trust on others... thinking they can take what is mine away. The wish of killing them is huge, yet I cant deny that some of them could treat you at least better."

"That's not true idiot!" You gasped when he flipped your head and pouting up at him as he looked down at you with a soft look yet lips pressed onto a thin line as always.

"You are insufferable sometimes you know that." He sighed with closed yes, detaching his arms away from you.

"And you were jealous of me some hours ago." You smiled at him "tsking" at your words and then you peeked his cheek, making him gag and press his hand on the area where your lips met his skin.

"... go to sleep already will you." He said before muttering some excuse to leave as you giggled at his attitude.

He gave only a few minutes, enough for you to sleep as he come back to the bedroom and saw you on the bed... his mind told him something and his heart another.

He decided to be bold this time. Getting behind your back and slowly putting his arms at your waist and pulling you to his chest as he breathed in the scent of you and your hair had let out a quiet exhale.

"How did I of all people deserved someone so understanding as you..? My angel."

He would only do this when you werent conscious. This way you couldn't saw how much effect you had on the most fearful and dangerous villains of Japan. A gangster. A killer.

Yet you were there... as always.

Hee could only promise he would try to be a better man, give a world cured off the diseaces for you to live.... After all, that was the minimun he could do after what you did and still do for him.

Poor man doesn't even know you were awake the whole time. He was about to live hell tommorow.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bnha villains x readee #bnha fangiction #zuffer writings

170 notes · View notes

mallowbees · 3 years

Note

OUUU SO MANY THINKS

ok so one i LOVE that grian has 3 wither skulls and is not telling martyn about it. absolute chaos gremlin i love it

i love the fact that a wither could spawn on this server because of what it has held on the dsmp- i just think it would bring something similar to last life and i LOVE that thought

also the fact that mumbo is jsut going on a killing spree and like- his intentions are so cruel and evil but like- you talk to him and hes like "oh! pardon me!" or "ah sorry im not very good at pvp haha" and also forgets that he has red life power and then is super awkward about intimidating people. i just think its so charming and cute i love it sm

also poor joel he is just going through it man. the man doesnt know how to make a good trap or it just doesnt work somehow

and scar... doesnt know how water elevators work... bless him. i mean to be fair he did kinda want to be red anyway so like- i dont think its any difference to him- his business is BOOMING. there was like a whole section if his video that was just deals my goodness

also the B.E.S.T.'s like banana split thing where they make a tnt canon in like record time is INSANE like that is racecar track pit stop type beat- thats amazing. like someone could look outside their base and see them- look away- look back and be greeted with tnt in their face

i think thats so cool

also poor lizzie she deserved better

cleo is a girlboss 24/7 and protecting pearl yes queen

and jimmy and lizzie dying to the same trap by the other person is hilarious i love it

all in all an amazing session and the fact that there were SIX BOOGIES is insane i love that

the server chose violence today :)

1. Grian with the wither skulls is So terrifying, if Martyn knew he would be trying to shut that down so fast

2. Mumbo killing rights!!! He's doing great and im proud of him, he almost killed pearl by just pvping her (although in water and she was just running not fighting back but still)

3. Joel sure is, he has many red friends now though!

4. sFsdgdfg yeah he just! does not seem to mind! that he died aside from the initial reaction! Magic mountain is going great and scar is a business man conman wizard first and foremost

5. Team best rapidly building tnt canons is great, with four people your explosions can be done in seconds! :)

And for the last few i havent seen what cleos up to, i feel bad for lizzie but i was so excited when jimmys trap worked, i did not think it would work because i didnt think anyone would come to his exile shack, and i mean, they wouldnt have if he hadnt died, but i guess its a win?

Six boogies yeah!!!! Man this session, it was absolutely wild, killing violence killing :)

#the asks #lastlifesmp #last life smp #last life spoilers #theoneandonlyyeti

14 notes · View notes

she-wolf-of-highgarden · 3 years

Text

I think where I have a hard time with Arya and Sansa’s relationship is that Martin gives Sansa a defense mechanism where she doesn’t look back at things. And I’m not saying Arya is terribly self-reflective, but he allows her to have more than he does with Sansa.

Your little sister was hiding in the woods for three days? Don’t think about it.

Your little sister is missing after the brutal purging of your household? Don’t think about it. In fact, forget to ask about her.

The last thing (that the readers know) you said to your little sister was how much you disliked her and how you thought she should be dead? Don’t think about it.

That lack of reflection can make it hard, especially when you compare the two. Arya thinks about her sister. Arya misses her sister. Arya gets:

“Arya sipped at her tankard cautiously, between spoonfuls of pie still warm from the oven. Her father sometimes let them have a cup of beer, she remembered. Sansa used to make a face at the taste and say that wine was ever so much finer, but Arya had liked it well enough. It made her sad to think of Sansa and her father.” - Arya II, ACoK

“When she thought of seeing Robb's face again Arya had to bite her lip. And I want to see Jon too, and Bran and Rickon, and Mother. Even Sansa . . . I'll kiss her and beg her pardons like a proper lady, she'll like that.” - Arya VII, ACoK (she shows she’s willing to change her behavior if only for a little while to make her sister happy)

“So the singer played for her, so soft and sad that Arya only heard snatches of the words, though the tune was half-familiar. Sansa would know it, I bet. Her sister had known all the songs, and she could even play a little, and sing so sweetly. All I could ever do was shout the words.” - Arya IV, ASoS

“Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister," she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.” - Arya II, AFfC

And I’m not pretending that Arya doesn’t have some not nice things to say about her sister. She does. But Martin balances it better with her than with Sansa. And part of that is the defense mechanism and part of that is that Arya insults Sansa’s interests which is not okay, but she never actually calls Sansa herself stupid. Martin, however, does have Sansa insult Arya herself. Not just her interests or friends (which she does but in fairness Arya does that to her too so it kind of evens out), just Arya herself.

“She treasured every chance to spend time with him, few as they were. The only thing that scared her about today was Arya. Arya had a way of ruining everything. You never knew what she would do.” - Sansa I, AGoT

“What could you want to see?" Sansa said, annoyed. She had been thrilled by the invitation, and her stupid sister was going to ruin everything, just as she'd feared. "It's all just fields and farms and holdfasts.” - Sansa I, AGoT

“The kitchen yielded no lemon cakes, but they did find half of a cold strawberry pie, and that was almost as good. They ate it on the tower steps, giggling and gossiping and sharing secrets, and Sansa went to bed that night feeling almost as wicked as Arya.” - Sansa III, AGoT

“Hodor!" Sansa yelled. "You ought to marry Hodor, you're just like him, stupid and hairy and ugly!" She wrenched away from her sister's hand, stormed into her bedchamber, and barred the door behind her.” - Sansa III, AGoT

“It was for love," Sansa said in a rush. "Father wouldn't even give me leave to say farewell." She was the good girl, the obedient girl, but she had felt as wicked as Arya that morning, sneaking away from Septa Mordane, defying her lord father. She had never done anything so willful before, and she would never have done it then if she hadn't loved Joffrey as much as she did.” - Sansa IV, AGoT

Arya ruins everything , Arya is wicked, Arya is stupid.

And do we have good points that come from Sansa? Sure. But there are still moments where Martin will kind of take away from the moment which is a problem when you have only a few moments.

For example in ASoS we get:

“Lady Leonette gave her lessons on the high harp, and Lady Janna shared all the choice gossip. Merry Crane always had an amusing story, and little Lady Bulwer reminded her of Arya, though not so fierce.” - Sansa II, ASoS

which is followed by

“Sister. Sansa had once dreamt of having a sister like Margaery; beautiful and gentle, with all the world's graces at her command. Arya had been entirely unsatisfactory as sisters went. How can I let my sister marry Joffrey? she thought, and suddenly her eyes were full of tears.” - Sansa II, ASoS

That’s kind of rough. Yet after this we do get a nice moment between the girls.

“She scooped up a handful of snow and squeezed it between her fingers. Heavy and wet, the snow packed easily. Sansa began to make snowballs, shaping and smoothing them until they were round and white and perfect. She remembered a summer's snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They'd each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she'd had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she'd slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn't, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing.” - Sansa VII, ASoS

And we know from Arya (and that Alyane chapter in TWoW should it ever come out) that there were nice moments between the girls, even after the Trident. I mean Sansa does confide in Arya.

“Suddenly Arya knew where she had seen those dogs before. The night of the tourney at King's Landing, all the knights had hung their shields outside their pavilions. "That one belongs to the Hound's brother," Sansa had confided when they passed the black dogs on the yellow field. "He's even bigger than Hodor, you'll see. They call him the Mountain That Rides.” - Arya V, ACok

And Sansa even tells Arya about Jeyne Poole’s crush on Beric Donderrion or at least it is implied.

“Dondarrion? Beric Dondarrion had been handsome; Sansa's friend Jeyne had fallen in love with him. Even Jeyne Poole was not so blind as to think this man was fair.” - Arya VI, ASoS

“She told me." It all seemed so long ago. "Her friend Jeyne Poole fell in love with your Lord Beric.” - Arya VII, ASoS

So they obviously talked. We just don’t really get to see it. And its important to note that we get it from Arya. Sansa doesn’t usually think about it or mention it. Because that is her whole deal. In order to protect herself, she just doesn’t deal with things.

Does that mean she is unsympathetic? No. The poor girl deserves sympathy. What it does mean is that is difficult to show what she feels about her sister because she doesn’t think about her sister. Arya thinks about Sansa more because Martin gave her a different defense mechanism. We can point to places where Arya thinks positively of Sansa and it is harder to do that with Sansa. Is it because Sansa is awful? No. It’s because Martin decided that her defense mechanism was to just not think about upsetting things and so she doesn’t think about Arya the way Arya thinks about her.

I would also point out that I think part of the problem is Martin is iffy at writing female familial relations in general. It gets better as the books go on, but still. Your telling me we couldn’t get one scene with Cat and one of her daughters? Really? Martin doesn’t really show us female familial relations in general, you have a few instances of it, but its rare. We dont even get a scene where Cersei is alone with Myrcella. We know for a fact that Sansa and Arya have good moments, but Martin doesn’t show it in real time and that is kind of annoying.

#I blame the author #this draft suddenly became relevant

17 notes · View notes

thethousandyearwitch · 4 years

Text

“Thankless Job”. 2589 Words, HisokaxIllumi Illumi has to work at a Burger Joint and realizes that Customer Service isnt for him. A Shitpost gone wrong, dont expect perfect english, dont expect perfect plot. kthxbye

fanfiction.net link

"You need to get a job." Those words have been ringing in Illumis ears for the past week. The way which his father had said it, so matter-of-factly, and the way his mother started wailing almost immediately, talking about "new experiences" "learning normal skills" "honest money". Illumi did not understand how the money he'd get from missions was "dishonest" money, but he also knew better than to disagree with his parents. And so he could do nothing but watch and write applications, while his brothers got assigned mission after mission. He wasn't surprised that a TOPBURGA♪ accepted his application and hired him after a short interview. The place does not exactly scream professionalism and high-class, with it's grease stained walls, the lingering small of something burning in the air, and the sound of screaming children. The sensory input was almost too overwhelming for the eldest Zoldyck son, but he knew that his pool of jobs to choose from wasn't that deep.

And so he stared at himself in the mirror while buttoning up the last button on his brightly orange shirt. The work uniform was atrocious. The shirt was too tight around the shoulders, but too wide around the waist, and was tucked into pants that didn't even reach his ankles. Gently he pulled his ponytail through the back-end of a white cap, fashioning the talking-burger logo of the chain. A last look into the mirror, going over his form, examining the working-class stranger looking back at him. That could not be him, he thought, resting his eyes on the reflection of the name tag "Iluhmi". 8:30 am. His shift starts.

The first 2 hours had been going surprisingly smoothly. Working as a cashier wasn't difficult to Illumi, he could take comfort in such a repeated, calculated task, blocking out most of everything that was going on around him, including his managers mumbling about 'customer service face'. He got the job done, and he got it done well. Mentally he was preparing for his lunch break already, wanting to breathe fresh air, leaving all the noise behind for glorious 30 minutes of silence. But suddenly Illumi felt something greatly disturbing this make believe peace he has already been looking forward to. A familiar aura, so piercing, so overwhelming, a weaker soul would be inclined to activate a fight or flight instinct that had been driven out of any and all of the Zoldyck children. There was only fight. And yet Illumi wanted to leave, not to flee, but simply to hide, to not be seen. Not like this, not by him. The doors of the small Burger joint swung open, and in came the familiar magician, brandishing is trademark grin, so perverse that Illumi felt it would be justified to call security. But he didn't, instead opting to look blankly ahead, hoping, praying that Hisoka has stumbled into this restaurant by accident, and would leave any second. Hope is for Fools and Prayer never works. Illumi was face to face with the pink-haired intruder now. "My, oh my, what a surprise to see you here, dear Illumi " It is against company policies to assault a customer. "That Uniform looks quite... Dashing on you, might I add." It is against company policies to insult a customer.

"Welcome to TOPBURGA, may I have your order please?" Maybe acting cold and rejecting would work, pretending not to even know this person (by stretch of definition). "Oh, I don't think that's a sufficient greeting for a PAYING CUSTOMER, do you? " It would not work. Illumi could tell by Hisokas widening grin and narrowing eyes that he was prepared to make a scene. Illumi cleared his throat, before digging his nails into the off-color counter in front of him, forcing himself to smile, looking Hisoka directly in the eyes. He had never wanted to murder this man this badly ever before. "Welcome to TOPBURGA♪! May I take your order, please~?" Hisoka clapped his hands together, looking pleased as ever. "Now that's the spirit! Feels wonderful to work with a smile on your face, right?" Illumi felt a piece of a soul that he think he didn't have die. Reverting back to a blank stare, Illumi coldly put in Hisokas order into the cash register, trying to block out Hisokas low purrs of "um"s and "ah"s while he was deciding on his meal. "That'll be 6.99Jennie Please."

As Illumi held out his hand to receive the cash (which was definitely not enough to compensate for what he was emotionally going through), Hisoka gently placed his hand on top of the cashiers, slowly running his nails over Illumis open palm after dropping the coins. The sensation ran shivers down Illumis spine, but surprisingly he didn't dislike it. Faintly he wondered how it would feel to have these nails run up the nape of his neck, or gently massaging his scalp. Of course Illumi would never let anyone touch his hair, much less Hisoka, who would probably get way too much joy out of it.

Quickly banning these thoughts out if his head , he handed Hisoka his order number. "Your order will be ready in a moment." Illumi wondered if he could pass a note to the cook and ask him to burn an order on purpose, as Hisoka finally took a couple steps back to lean against a wall and wait. Conveniently the business started to fill with customers, keeping Illumi busy and his mind occupied, ignoring the magicians piercing stare on him. Even as a coworker finally handed him his order, he found a table in perfect view of the counter, slowly eating fry by fry while watching Illumi work. Does he not have anything better to do? Is there no one else he can harass? Of course he's just looking, but anyone who has ever met Hisokas gaze knows that that basically counts as assault. Why does it bother me so much, anyway? Illumis thoughts were echoing in his head. Hisoka took up too much space in his mind, distractingly much. "You're being watched." The soft voice pulled him out of the echo chamber of his mind.

"Pardon?" Illumis eyes focused back on the customer in front of him, trying to process the figure in a soaked black rain coat, hood pulled over their head. The rain had started a couple minutes earlier, and as everyone who had sought shelter in the burger joint had been served, or was simply there to wait our the weather, this lone figure was the last in line. "A customer has been watching you for the past 30 minutes, he sits in the second row to the right." "Oh, him. I've been aware-" Illumis explanation cut short as the figure pulls off the soaked hood of their coat, revealing yet another familiar face. "Chrollo." "Oh, Illumi? I didn't even recognize you in that.." Chrollos eyes quickly darted over Illumis form, before letting out a small chuckle "..lovely attire." "Thank you, I've already been made aware that I look 'dashing', according to my pursuer." Chrollo leaned on the counter, and though Illumi felt proportionally more uncomfortable with the increasing number of familiar faces in this place, he did find comfort in being able to talk comparatively normal to someone for the first time today. "So, is the Zoldyck family planing to become a chain restaurant empire now?"

"Very funny." It was not very funny. "I'd prefer it if you leave this establishment. If Hisoka recognizes who you are, I feel like there is not a job for me to come back to tomorrow." Chrollo chuckled, before holding up an apologetic hand. "Understood, I will just have a water and be on my way. Though.." He quickly glanced over his shoulder "..I feel like he's already preparing to fight me just for talking to you like this. His determination in staring me down is admirable." Illumi glanced at the clock, and sighed in relief, before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "My break has started. That'll be 1.20Jennie." Without another word, Chrollo placed the money on the counter, took his water, and waved Illumi goodbye. The hard working man at the counter was about to turn and leave for his well deserved break, when something was amiss. He froze mid-turn, glanced back at the interior of the restaurant. He's gone, he thought.

Did he see Chrollo after all? The image of Hisoka confronting Chrollo outside came to mind, but was quickly pushed aside. It was time for Illumis break, and whatever happens outside the restaurant is none of his business. Instead he grabbed his water bottle, and excused himself through the backdoor. The rain had stopped, and the sun was pushing through the thin of the clouds. The back of the restaurant was facing a small park, and a wooden bench had been set up for employees to take a break on. Illumi sat down, grateful that the bench itself had been sheltered under the roof of the building, and took off his uniform cap. A small sigh escaped him, staring away into the distance. What has my Life come to? Is this how its going to be for ever? How did Hisoka get his nails so sharp, and why does he always look at me? Is this an informal way of telling me im out of the family business? Did my fa- Wait. He caught himself mid thought. That magician had done it again, sneaking his way into the back of Illumis mind, like a maggot eating through wood. He could never, ever give him the satisfaction of knowing he had those capabilities. Illumi could practically already hear the self-satisfied purr of the other mans voice. "Whats got you thinking so hard, dear?~" The reality of that voice made Illumis head shoot up, facing the other man who was leaning casually against the wall next to him.

"None of your business." Plenty of his business. Too much of his business, actually. His smug face and awful grin and piercing gaze. "You know, I do like your hair in a ponytail like this, it frames your neck perfectly~" Hisoka reaches out towards Illumis face, but his hand is quickly swatted away, giving a fake pout at this. "Why does the eldest of the Zoldyck children degrade himself to such lowly work anyway?~"

Illumi stood up, determined to leave. He wanted peace, quiet, a clear mind, all things mutually exclusive with the presence of Hisoka. "My dear Illumi, if you really needed money that badly, you could have always come to your good friend for help~" Illumi felt his muscles twitch. He wasn't sure what to address first, that he doesn't need money that badly, or that him and Hisoka are the furthest thing from friends. "I wouldn't mind playing your boss for a while~" The magician was directly behind him, he could feel his aura lingering all over his back. Hisokas low voice purred softly behind Illumis ear "I promise you'd get your own uniform, too~" A hand was suddenly resting on the nape of Illumis neck, and index finger massaging through the small hairs that slipped out of his ponytail. For a fraction of a second, he could feel his blood come to a freezing point, forcing him to inhale sharply.

The thought of working for Hisoka was ridiculous and repulsing. Working with him was already often a strain on Illumis sanity. And now just being in his presence , so close he could swear he could hear the others heartbeat (though it was probably only his own ringing in his ear), it upset something deep inside him. The fraction of a second passes, and his blood shot up to a boil. Illumi turned around, a hand immediately pushing Hisoka back against a wall. "I have no qualms about killing you right where you stand." "I'd let you, if it would calm your nerves~" It was no surprise that the magicians grin had only gotten wider after impact with the wall, and seeing Illumis rage burn through him. Illumis hand was pushing against Hisokas throat, though one of Hisokas hands was just holding lazily onto the others wrist, making no attempt to escape his grip.

Illumi could feel Hisokas pulse through his grip, calm despite the circumstances, which only irritated him more. Neither of them break eye contact, while Illumis thoughts run deafening through his head. The past week had been more stressful than any mission could have ever been. This shift in his routine, in what is normal for him just being torn away, proved to be far more damaging than expected. Hisoka was right, his nerves needed to be calmed. His fingers twitched around Hisokas windpipe, who was still meeting Illumis gaze unblinkingly, licking his lips in anticipation. "You are a vile person. I'm sure you'd get off on it if I were to actually kill you right here." Illumis face inched close to Hisokas, not letting go off the grip around his neck. What am I doing it echoed. "We'll never find out if you don't try~" Hisokas hot breath fell on Illumis lips. Too close. Stop. His head was pulsing, and he just wanted to muffle all of his thoughts. Calm my nerves. Their Lips met, softer than expected, and suddenly Illumi felt like all of his muscles relaxed for the first time in his life. He's just helping me calm my nerves.

Hisokas free hand rested on Illumis hip, in turn Illumi released the grip around his neck, and instead wrapped his arms around the others shoulders, pulling him closer to himself. Hisokas tongue licks along the others lips, and reflex-like he opens them. Tasting him like this made Illumis head spin once again, so sickly sweet, as if he was made out of candy. One of his hands starts holding onto Hisokas hair, not pulling, but curling soft strands around his fingers, a gesture almost too soft, too kind for someone like him. In response Hisokas grip around his hips tightened. A new kind of tension tightened in Illumis chest, coiling around his throat, forcing him to finally pull away, catching his breath. He could feel all of the blood that had rushed to his head, feeling the heat flush his cheeks. Quickly he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, straightening his back. "This did not happen." "Of course not, love~" Hisoka chuckles, stepping away from the wall he had been pinned to, stretching his arms and shoulders as if he had been chained up for hours. "Don't do that. I'm not your 'love', you're a glorified stranger to me." "Oh, Illumi, you hurt me so deeply!" Another fake pout, though his eyes were sparking with scheming intent. "Guess I have to ask someone else to join me on a mission in Yorknew then~!" "Excuse me?" "Well, my dear Illumi, theres a ball in Yorknew, and some very interesting people will be there. And by pure coincidence, I have a +1. Though I can't just take any stranger with me~" Hisokas grin was all telling, the bait was all for Illumi to take. The luxury of a Ball in Yorknew, with the danger of Hisoka being present and most likely still itching to "calm some nerves"...And the escape from this thankless job. Illumi undoes his ponytail, and starts unbuttoning the badly-fitting uniform. "When will we depart, associate?" Hisoka started beaming, overjoyed at having broken down one of Illumis walls. "I'll pick you up tonight, love~"

#hisoka marrow #illumi zoldyck #hunter x hunter #fanfiction #hisoillu

44 notes · View notes

unicyclehippo · 4 years

Note

How about scrosciare for Beau and Yasha, though not necessarily for beauyasha? Like the two of them talking about everything that went down in the Cage/at the Chantry?

scrosciare - the action of rain pouring down or of waves hitting rocks and cliffs

The white waters boil in the White Dawn Lagoon. It’s hard to see the waves or even the jagged fingers of the red-stone shoreline past the thick steam and spray that rises off it, but they can hear it. Loud and clear.

The waves never seem to still or slow and the cliffs, from wind or this constant battering from the ocean, have been scored, eroded, over centuries to reveal a natural labyrinth of tunnels and canyons and teetering towers of stone. The pathways, slick with salt water and rolling steam, advance far out into the lagoon but for now the party are camped away from the edge, cool and dry within the dome. They can still hear it, even from within: the crash as the waves break on the first rock walls; the crash as half that wall of water falls back, back into the next wave that comes so soon after the first; the crash as half falls forward, hissing down into the tunnels and pools beyond; the crash as an immense wave breaks high, higher than the rest, high enough to wash over the tall walls, slam onto the rocks above, rare enough that there are rocks remaining there to send down into the water, cracking stone against stone against stone all the way down. Even that can barely be heard over it—the crash and hiss and shush of the never-ending waves.

‘I say we rest here and in the morning, we find the Stones,’ Caduceus says, very simply.

Beau wants to ask how, and what are we looking for, and where, and what, but she keeps those questions to herself. Faith is something Jester and Cad and Fjord have, something they need. And she can follow their lead on this. Instead, because it has been on her mind, she says,

‘I’ll take first watch.’ Then, super casually, ‘Yasha?’

More than a few heads turn—first to Beau, then to see what Yasha’s response might be.

Yasha blinks. ‘Yah,’ she says. ‘Okay.’

There’s no missing the resignation in her tone.

‘Cool. We’ll do a little scout, I guess, quick and quiet,’ Beau tells the others. ‘Be back in a few.’

‘Back in a few,’ Yasha repeats.

They haven’t gone two steps even before Fjord pokes his head out after them. ‘Careful of the cliffs! They’re slippery!’

Beau spins, salutes him. A big hand reaches out to steady her when she spins back to face forward and stumbles. Beau lets her do it.

‘Thanks.’

‘You were going to fall.’

‘Would’ve been hilarious. Doing that two fucking seconds after Fjord warned me.’

‘No. It wouldn’t be funny,’ Yasha says. The corner of her mouth ticks up.

A long moment passes as they dutifully scout a short distance from the dome. The steam hangs like a heavy fog, but hot and humid and it sticks Beau’s clothes to her body, her ribbon and wayward strands of hair to her neck.

‘You’re still wearing your armour. Isn’t it hot?’

Yasha nods. ‘It is.’

Their pace slows as the steam shortens their vision further. They can see that ahead of them the cliff falls away and reappears ten, fifteen feet beyond. Beau points them deeper into the shore to check how deep these cracks might run.

‘He gave it to me,’ Yasha says as they turn and walk. ‘He was evil and trying to call—‘

‘Tharizdun. Giant evil fuck.’

‘Ah.’

‘But?’ Beau prompts. ‘He was evil but?’

Yasha sighs. ‘He gave me armour. Healed me. Told me I was... strong. Wonderful. I know I was not in control but I am afraid...’ Yasha trails off.

They march on. The waters hiss far below, the sound of it louder now.

‘I’m sorry,’ Beau blurts out. It surprises Yasha enough that the woman stops in her tracks, eyes wide. Beau carries on a few steps before she realises; turning, she continues, ‘We promised, I promised to protect you. From your past, from Obann. And I didn’t, and I’m sorry.’

‘No,’

‘Yeah. You deserved—you have to know—we tried. Gods, we tried Yasha but until we destroyed the heart there was no way to get rid of the Hand and we didn’t want to hurt you and,’

‘Why are you saying this?’ Yasha interrupts, a deep furrow between her brows. ‘I very nearly killed you!’

Beau laughs, a short bitter kind of a laugh. ‘Nah, believe me, I know. That one...’ She touches a finger to the base of that scar. Faint now, as though it had happened years ago instead of merely a week or two. ‘I’ve seen you slice right through people before, I know.’

Yasha winces.

Beau winces. ‘Shit. Sorry. That’s not—it’s true but it’s not what I—what I’m trying to say is I’m glad I didn’t die and it’s not your fault, man. You had an evil dude controlling you which is nine kinds of messed up—‘

‘Nine?’ Yasha very nearly smiles.

‘Nein,’ they say, in the exaggerated and no doubt painfully poor Zemnian.

The small smile that conjures for Yasha fades after a moment. ‘I am sorry, Beau,’ she says. ‘I don’t know... if I had any say in who I attacked. I don’t know if his command was, was any of you and I chose you. I dont -‘

‘That’s. Not the kind of thing that’s gonna be good to think about, Yash.’ The nickname does not go unnoticed. ‘If it helps at all, I’m glad it was me. Fjord was on his last legs and Jester and Cad,’ she tacks on, not quite as an afterthought, ‘we need our healers standing. I was okay.’

Yasha shakes her head. ‘Thank you,’ she says. Then, ‘I don’t know what I would have done. If I had killed you. I think... I think I would have, have broken. More.’

The words come out very sad and quiet and Beau has no good response. So she does all she can do and steps forward to hug the other woman. It isn’t really something they have done before and Beau hates it with the leather and curling bones over each of Yasha’s shoulders—she forgives her, needs to say that out loud next, but she still sees this armour in her dreams. Still, Beau hugs her tight, standing on her tiptoes and after a moment, seemingly not sure if she is allowed, Yasha hugs her back.

‘You’re back with us,’ Beau says when she drops back to her feet, voice a little hoarse. ‘We’re stronger now, we know more about what they’re capable of, you’re gonna stay with us.’

‘I will fight very hard for that,’ Yasha promises.

‘Good. And hey, you know I forgive you, right?’

‘Beau,’

‘I’m serious. I’m serious,’ she says again, and puts her hands one on each of Yasha’s not inconsiderable arms. The skin is slick with sweat and steam and Beau has to dig her fingers into the muscle a bit to give her a little shake. ‘I’m alive, I forgive you, and I’m glad you’re back.’

Yasha’s eyes slam shut. Then, like she’s aching, like she’s stiff and hurting, she haltingly raises her hands and begins to work at the straps of her armour. Piece by piece she removes it, and when she has taken one piece of she throws it down into the deep crevasse before them. Then another and another until the armour is gone and Yasha is standing before her looking lighter and far more like the Yasha she remembers.

She rubs a broad hand over her own shoulders. Massages her fingers into the muscles there for a moment. Then, lifting her head to look at Beau, says,

‘I’m sorry.’

‘I know, Y-‘

‘No. You say I must believe you, I need you to believe me. Or try. I’m sorry I hurt you, Beau.’ She looks for a moment like she wants to hug Beau again, or touch her shoulder, but she keeps herself contained as she continues her apology. ‘And I am so, so sorry for my part in hurting the library.’

Beau flinches at that. Swallows. Yasha has been pardoned, Obann was controlling her and is dead. But Beau has seen the sketches in Jester’s book, and saw Zeenoth as he clawed his way back to recovery.

‘I know.’

It is not forgiveness, it is not much at all. But it is not anger, or hatred; perhaps that would be better than the bald pain in Beau’s eyes.

Still, Beau does pat her shoulder as they make their slow way back to the dome.

‘You really are fully ripped now. You just...woke up like that?’

‘It was definitely the book.’

‘The smut?’

‘No, no. Well, yes, in parts,’

‘Jacking off can do that?’

Yasha’s laughter is loud enough that, for a moment, Beau forgets the lagoon and its boiling waters and the crash of the waves.

#cr tag #prompt fill #tagging my stories

98 notes · View notes

alleycat97 · 4 years

Text

Checkmate

Pairing: F!Kayden x MC

The Royal Masquerade (NSFW)

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Unfortunately...

...

"You've spent months changing the stars, Giovanna. Today, it's finally time to reveal the new night sky." Kayden's words were floating in her mind as she kneeled down and accepted her crown, she was very lucky to have Kayden by her side.

"Today is a new day for Cordonia!" Giovanna spoke loudly to her anticipating crowd, "My regime will be for the people, I will bring justice to our kingdom and we will flourish once again!" The crowd erupted as Giovanna made her way to the ballroom.

She hadn't been queen for all but an hour and she was already tired of the ass kissing she was receiving. Thank goodness for Kayden's timing,

"Would you like to dance my queen?"

"My?" Giovanna cooed as she accepted Kayden's offer. "What am I to call you now?"

"Sorcerer? Killer? It's what everyone else is calling me." Kayden shrugged.

Giovanna peered around the room watching the ugly looks Kayden was receiving. The bystanders looked away once they noticed Giovanna watching them. "Don't listen to them Kayden. You're better than to falter to court gossip."

As the music shifts, Kayden dipped Giovanna, pulling her back into her chest. Giovanna faltering to the strong, powerful arms holding her tight but yet so gently. Kayden leaned in and whispered, “Join me tonight Giovanna, and I'll show you the value of things made hard, demanding, and fit for purpose."

Giovanna was unsure of the location of choice, the armory. But she couldn't fathom the beauty and history of the weapons before her.

After Kayden's lesson and compliments, Giovanna took a seat contemplating her future.

"As queen, you'll have to work on your ass kissing." Kayden spoke teasing her lover.

"I fear ass kissing is the least of my problems...If my enemies have their way, all the weapons in the world wont be enough to save me."

Kayden moved to stand before Giovanna, taking her chin with a grip that's gentle but firm, tipping her face to meet hers. "They wont have to be. No matter what happens, I will be there to protect you. Until my last breath."

"Does that mean you will be my Crown Shield?" Giovanna spoke, eyes sparkling.

Kayden bent down, face merely an inch from Giovanna's, "It means I will be yours..."

Giovanna's face grew with intense heat, heart pounding inside her chest. Kayden closed the remaining distance and captured Giovanna's lips, gently at first, then growing more and more intense. Giovanna latched onto Kayden and held on as she was hoisted from her seat and forcefully held against a wall.

"Sorry, I have wanted this for so long, it is nearly impssoble to hold myself back." Kayden panted.

"Then don't hold back." Giovanna challenged, earning a growl from Kayden who shoved herself harder against Giovanna.

Kayden reached around and grabbed and handful of hair and jerked Giovanna’s head back, leaning in to suck on her neck.

“Mmmmm! Kayden!” Giovanna moaned with pleasure.

“I’m going to tear you apart.” Kayden moaned between bites, making Giovanna writhe with pleasure.

“Undress me.” Kayden commanded. And Giovanna quickly obeyed, tearing the clothes from Kayden’s body before backing away to shed her dress.

She moved to take her crown off but playfully decided to leave the symbol of power in place to remind Kayden who’s the boss. A gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by Kayden, who cocked an eye brow with a small smile.

“Have it your way my queen.” She challenged.

“It is a shame I had you pardoned so quickly, I was beginning to like the sight of you in chains...” Giovanna teased.

“Well your majesty, it just so happens that I have a set of chains right here.” Kayden said holding up the cold iron.

“Oh my...why don’t you place those on me?” Giovanna asked.

Kayden shackled one wrist before easing Giovanna to the floor, resting her back down, before securing the other wrist around the desk leg.

With Kayden now straddling Giovanna’s hips, her hands started roaming the soft delicate skin of her majesty’s body, leaving a trail of kisses all over. “What does my queen desire?”

“Mmmm Kayden more...” Giovanna wiggled and moaned underneath Kayden.

Kayden’s teeth grazed Giovanna’s upper thigh earning a moan. Her hot breath just mere inches from Giovanna’s spot. Kayden nuzzled over the sensitive area lightly, Giovanna lightly twitching with the sensation.

Giovanna felt Kayden’s strong hands take hold of her hips and then the woman thrust her tongue deep within, making her pull hard against the iron restraints.

Kayden stopped and peered up from her place between Giovanna’s thighs, “More?” She asked hungrily, licking her lips.

Giovanna cried out more, hips bucking against the tight restraint from Kayden. The woman’s tongue moved in and out in a pulsing rythm. Giovanna could feel it build deep within. Slowly surfacing and when she reached her limit, she exploded into a state of pure bliss, body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Then she went numb and collapsed back against the floor unable to move.

Kayden undid her restraints and curled her body next to Giovanna, “Is the queen pleased?”

“Bwuuuh?” Giovanna tried “Words...hard...brain...melted.”

Kayden laughed, “I’m glad you enjoyed.”

Giovanna, looking sheepish spoke up, “That was um...my first time. With anyone, so I’m glad it was with you.”

“You know it’s been a long time since I allowed anyone to get this close to me, I want to give every piece of myself to you.” Kayden replied pulling Giovanna even closer to her, rubbing her leg as they let the time pass in blissful relaxation.

The two would soon part, rejoining the party before its end. Kayden staying from attention and Giovanna the center of it. But the two would rekindle in Giovanna’s master chambers that evening.

Giovanna lay awake while Kayden gently snoozed beside her. She was thinking of her future and the power she held and what it meant for her and the love she shared for Kayden. Her thoughts were pulled when she heard her door ease open and then watched a figure crawl on top of her quietly.

“Who’s there!?” Giovanna shouted waking Kayden.

It was Renza, “Hello Giovanna.” She spoke grasping one hand around the girls throat and pressed a dagger with the other against Giovanna’s chest.

Before Kayden could reach for her sword, she felt a dagger press against her throat. “Dont. See here? I have a charm of my own.” The assassin spoke showing off his black triangular ornate. “It stops magic before it starts. Your tricks won’t save you this time.”

“Renza? One final scheme huh?” Giovanna spat out.

“Mhm final... Yes I do like the sound of that. It’s a shame Giovanna that our little dance back and forth has to come to an end, but if you want something done right, I guess you have to do it for yourself.”

“Renza, you are heavier than you look. Oof.” Giovanna mocked one last time.

“Why you little bitch.” Renza snarled. “You ruined everything. If you had just fell in line when I poisoned you, I would be queen and you would live to see tomorrow.”

Renza looks over at your crown, “I’ve wanted that crown for years, it was finally my time to take it but you came along. I deserve it.” Renza went to each for the crown, lust filling her eyes when Giovanna shoved her away, surprising the girl.

“You deserve nothing. You were willing to sacrifice anyone who got in your way for power. And how sad. Because for all that you have lost, and all the pain you caused, you didn’t win. Not even once.”

“Winning comes now, at the end of the game. Everything else was merely a step towards the inevitable conclusion. Don’t you see Giovanna? I have always been one step ahead of you.”

Renza pulled back her arm and forcefully shoved her dagger into the chest of Giovanna, earning a shriek from the girl. “Checkmate.”

“No!” Kayden yelled as she watched Giovanna clutch her chest and shakily fall to the floor.

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll see her real soon.” Renza laughed out. “Can’t have any witnesses can we?” She teased. “Finish her.”

The assassin moved to slice Kayden’s throat but she remembered her promise to protect Giovanna until her last breath and she quickly jerked a dagger from under the cover, sticking it into the side of the assassin who collapsed to the floor in pain.

Kayden jolted from the bed, grabbing her sword, approaching a frightened Renza.

“Get up you idiot! She’s going to kill me!!” She screamed to the Assassin who regained his footing. But he was too late, Kayden slammed her sword through Renza, giving it a painful twist before pulling it out. She watched the life drain from the woman’s face and quickly turned to face the assassin.

He was no match wounded, magic or not. Kayden was a force. So he quickly averted the crown shield and limped his way to the window making his escape.

Kayden heard a weak moan and quickly rushed to Giovanna’s side. She pulled the girl onto her lap removing Giovanna’s bloody hand to assess the injury.

“Kayden?” Giovanna spoke softly.

“Yes love. I’m here.”

“I’m not gonna make it an I?”

Kayden had her doubts, the cut was deep and she had already lost a ton of blood. “Of course you are love. It was just a scratch.”

Giovanna laughed at Kayden’s comforting words before coughing violently.

“Kayden I’m cold. So cold.” She spoke shakily.

“I’m going to go get help.” Kayden rushed but was stopped when Giovanna placed her bloody hand to her cheek.

“Promise me something Kayden.”

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll find someone to love you unconditionally, and that you’ll open that bakery.”

Kayden was in full tears, “Please, I can’t go on without you Giovanna, I love you.”

Giovanna smiled weakly, “I...I lo...love you Kayden Vescovi.”

Giovanna began to still in Kayden’s arms, Kayden began to panic, “No, no, no, NO!”

She tried to shake the girl and keep her awake, not believing what was happening, when she had a thought. Her magic. It was a long shot, if she could stop things, maybe she could stop the one she loved from dying? It was a long shot but worth a try.

“I sure hope this works.”

#playchoices #pixelberry #mc x kayden #kayden vescovi #trm renza #trm kayden #trm #the royal masquerade

33 notes · View notes

bitchfitch · 4 years

Text

Me: now would be a great time to work on the writing for the bunny-cule comic

also me: hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhg Royal AU Fluff

The candles on his desk flickered as the burning embers left in the fireplace slowly died.

Cailean was exhausted. But his work was not done yet. The scroll in front of him was already longer than his forearm and he was still less than half way through it. He knew it was overly wordy, that it would bore the duke, but there was a lot that needed to be discussed if the trade routes were going to be redirected in the duke's favor.

He sighed and sat back in his chair, letting his quil sit in its ink pot as he closed his eyes to rest them for just a minute. He was never supposed to be a crown heir. His cousin should be the one to bare this particular burden, but Lou was bearing the burden of the dirt above his grave at the moment.

Cailean jumped despite himself as his window creaked ever so slightly. Seeing that red masked face through the crack of his eyes was a relief beyond reliefs. Despite himself, he held an arm out for the thief, beckoning him closer.

"You look like hell," The Rabbit's soft voice was just barely muffled by the ceramic mask, as he leaned against the wall.

"I feel it, now, come here darling, I need you." Cailean knew he shouldn't be so comfortable with The Rabbit, but a prince had to get his rebellion in somewhere.

"Is that so? hmmm, I don’t think I will." his voice carried a hidden little smirk,

"Please don't be like this tonight. we only have one or two hours before the maids are in," he groans, unfortunately it wouldn't be good for word to get out about his affections for a particular thief, so their meetings always had to be cut short.

"Hound, Come here," he crooks a finger, the metal claws attached to his gloves glinting in the candle light, "Its cold out there, I'd appreciate a little warmth,"

Cailean stands from his desk brows drawn together in confusion, "You're up to something," he said as crossed the room regardless.

The soft huff that came from beneath the mask as Cailean crowded into The Rabbit's space made him feel a little warmer even as the smaller man's hands felt like ice through the fabric of his nightshirt. The Rabbit fit nicely between him and the wall, pinned and out of trouble as he shivered beneath his damp overcoat.

"You made me promise not to bother you while you were working…" he trailed his fingers up and down the front of Cailean's shirt, "I spent ages by your window waiting for you to leave your desk." Cailean wishes he could kiss the pout hidden behind that mask.

Cailean hummed as he pulled The Rabbit closer, pinning his hands between their chests. The rabbit didn't hesitate to press the front of his mask to Cailean's shoulder. The chill of its surface wasnt pleasant but Cailean would never ask him to move it. "My apologies, I think I'm finally done for the night." he let his hands drift up The Rabbit's sides, trying to rub warmth back into his thin frame, "In the future, when it's late and I should be relaxing, you are more than welcome to come in, though I may not be able to give you the attention you deserve right away."

The Rabbit nods and makes a sleepy noise as he leans a little heavier on Cailean.

"Have you eaten today?" Cailean asks as he slowly guides The Rabbit to his bed,

"Wasn't hungry," he mumbles as he sits on the bed, yanking his muddy boots off before undoing the fastens of his iron legs and letting them fall to the floor. Cailean could see where the metal had frozen against the scarred skin.

He knelt to rub warmth into the skin, it had taken many months to get The Rabbit to trust him enough to take his legs off during their trysts. "I'll go get you something from the kitchen once your situated," Cailean was glad that The Rabbit had stopped bothering to lie about how frequently he chose not to eat.

"No," The Rabbit wined as he looped his arms aroumd Cailean's neck, "I'll eat when I leave, I don't want to lose time with you," he tried to pull Cailean up onto the bed with him.

"Rabbit," he scolded lightly as he went with the tugging. "either you eat something small now or have a full meal with me tonight." he pressed a kiss to the forhead of the mask before laying on his side and wrapping his arms around the rabbit as they got comfortable, "I've seen you pass out to many times to let you go without food for to long."

The Rabbit groaned, "That only happened once,"

"You only passed out in public once, I've had to catch you at least five times and pull out at least twice because you stopped responding." he brushes a hand up and down The Rabbit's back, "I don't think I could ever make you fully understand how scary it is every time it happens, I've specifically studied medical books just to try and make myself a little more useful when it happens."

hes quite for a moment, "Can we compromise? a small meal later, and I promise to behave myself all day and not steal anything."

Cailean sighed, "Sure, but I get to pick the meal, Deal?"

"Yeah,"

"Good, then meet me on the edge of the gardens at eight, if you are even a moment late you will be punished." he tried to sound stern, to use his 'royal voice' that The Rabbit had helped coach him into developing.

The Rabbit snorted, "Yes your highness, though I dont know how our country will ever thrive under such a tyrant."

Cailean laughed along with him.

"What's going to happen when you become king?" The Rabbit asked tentatively, "To us I mean,"

"I'll have you pardoned as my first act as king, and then my second would be marrying you," he said frankly, there was no doubt in Cailean's mind that the only person he wanted at his side was The Rabbit.

The Rabbit didn't say anything, just held still with his emotions hidden behind his mask.

"Unless that's not what you want. I- You know you never have to give me something you don't want to? This is no different, if you'd rather our relationship stay a secret I'd keep my peace." he adds a little too quickly after too many seconds tick past

"You want to marry me?" The Rabbit asked after another quiet and nervous moment.

"Of course, I told you I was yours and yours alone, and that in turn you were wholly mine. That hasn't changed, and it never will."

The Rabbit pushed away, reaching for the drawer of the nightstand without another word. Cailean said nothing, too scared for what might come next. Would The Rabbit reject his affections?

The blindfold that his Rabbit held answered his question. He smiled as he lifted his head enough for his Rabbit to tie it in place.

He got comfortable while he listened to the soft metallic sound of the clasp of his Rabbit's mask being undone.

The soft kiss that pressed to his lips told him more than his Rabbit ever could in words.

#at at a very not fluffy point in the bunnycule comic

3 notes · View notes

toutallyahoe · 5 years

Text

Strange

Requested By Gifted To: My dearest, sweetest, precious angels: CN and Nyan

Pairing/s: Aziraphale x [Name] x Crowley

A/N: Hello, hello, hello~

This is the project I've been whining on about losing my sanity over and I'm still not finished on it but my angel CN liked to read a not so long ass one chapter thing, so I'm dividing it into parts.

Also, a very late anniversary gift for my darls~ Our anniversary was in July 20th, so I apologize for this being so, so late.

My Jove, what have I done to deserve such angels as friends? #blessed

─────────────────

The first time the angel and the demon had met him was... to say the least, interesting... and strange...

It was a normal day for the two beings, both were on their way to go to their meeting spot in London, St. James' Park, well, the demon running a little late than the angel who was already sitting patiently by the bench and watched the ducks on the lake swam merrily and on occasions, coming closer to some people who were throwing food for them to eat.

As the angel, Aziraphale was his name, was waiting for his more demonic companion, someone had taken a seat on the other side of the bench where he sat. Of course, the white haired being had noticed and had momentarily turn to look at the person who sat, it wasn't the demonic companion he was waiting, that was a fact.

The person who had sat in the exact bench where he was was a man. And not just any man, he was human but the angel had trouble with the scent of his. It was strange but the human didn't seem to mind as he was reading a book. Aziraphale decided to look at the human, he was curious to say the least. The angel had noticed the man's [Hair color] hair brushed back with some locks ruining its neatness. His clothes was rather a bit appropriate for the weather, it was consist of a dark gray (almost mistaken as a black) slim button up dress' shirt with the contrast of the collar is perfect for casual and formal setting from its plaid pattern fabric, its sleeves rolled up till the upper of his elbow. A plain black pants and as he was about to discreetly look and see what the other male's type of shoe was, the said man had spoke.

"Good morning," the [Hair color] haired man had said as he had not even looked up from his book. Like he knew the angel was looking at him. And as for Aziraphale, flustered that he might have been caught gazing at the human, he sputtered out his own greeting. "A-ah, yes-- u-um, g-good morning," the angel had softly and embarrassedly said as he turn to look at the lake to hide furthermore embarrassment.

The white haired being felt his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, how stupid was he to look at a random man far too long? His mind had already screaming at him that it was inappropriate and not to mention, most certainly creepy. Oh, the Almighty, may she strike him already from the embarrassment he had don--

"It is, isnt?" Aziraphale was snapped from his deprecating thoughts by none other than the man he had (creepily) stared at awhile ago. The angel took a moment as he turn to look at the [Hair color] haired male who was still reading his book, pushing his glasses (that the angel now had noticed) on the bridge of his nose to not fall as he continue to read.

Finally, the angel processed what the man had said as he sputtered out a confused, "pardon?"

The [Hair color] haired man merely continue to read with his lips twitched upward. He didn't answer the angel's question which made Aziraphale even doubted he talked again after the greeting but the white haired being was confused on what he meant. "Pardon me for asking but," Aziraphale started as he looked at the man, "what did you mean?" The angel finished as he watched the [Hair color] haired man had paused on his reading to turn and look at him briefly then looked at the lake with a smile on his lips.

"I have meant what I had said, but have I said what I meant?" The man cryptically said which brought confusion to the angel. The [Hair color] haired had narrowed his eyes to look at the white haired being beside him for a brief second as a chuckle then left his lips from the odd look of distress and confusion plastered on the angel's face.

"Ah, I meant to say was; it is a rather good morning," he cleared as he looked at the ducks that passed by his sight from the lake, a soft smile on his lips. "A lovely morning if I had to say so myself," he mused as he then turn to look at his book and read again.

Aziraphale was confused. Although the [Hair color] haired man had already answered his question, it was so cryptic that he can not understand. Wanting to know what the man really meant, the angel scooted a bit closer to where the other male sat as he watched the [Hair color] haired man read. "Can you elaborate on what you had said?" The angel softly asked, not wanting to be seen demanding or rude to the odd and cryptic man.

He merely gotten a hum from the [Hair color] haired male as he ignored what he had said and read his book.

"Don't you think, it is a good morning?" The [Hair color] haired man had asked out of the blue as he looked at the confused angel, not answering the other's query. Aziraphale just now noticed he had [Eye color] eyes gleaming with amusement behind the clear lenses of the black framed glasses. The angel, not wanting to be embarrassed or come off as rude, answered him. "Well, it is a rather pleasant day..." Aziraphale softly said as he look up to see the bright blue sky with the sun shining brightly, the clouds rolling by. It was a pleasant morning, he had to say as he then looked at [Hair color] haired man who nodded at his answer.

"Yes, it is rather a good morning," he had said as he slip the small bookmark that was held by his index and middle finger to the book as he then closed it shut and placed it on his lap. "That is what I have meant on what I had said," he had said as the other nodded on his answer, he then turn to look at the angel with a smile on his lips. "Good morning," he greeted as the angel sent him a greeting and a smile aswell. "Ah, yes, good morning," Aziraphale softly said as the strange man turn to look at the lake in front them. Following his lead, the angel looked at the lake aswell and watched how the ducks play and eat whatever people had to throw at them to fed.

A calm silence had captured the two as Aziraphale was back to waiting for his companion and off with his daydreams while the still unknown man (to him) watched everything that had passed by the lake. Occasionally, there were people that had passed by from where the two had sat but none seemed to pause and take a break. It was calm, the day was, like the [Hair color] haired man had cryptically said was lovely as the sun still shone its rays, blessing everyone below it with light.

It was quiet until the [Hair color] haired man decided to break the silence again.

"Are you waiting for someone?" He had asked, out of the blue which made the angel out of his thoughts. Snapping his head to turn and look at the man beside him, Aziraphale nodded. "Ah, yes," he answered. "I am waiting for a... friend of mine," he explained as he watch the [Hair color] haired nodded at his answer.

The angel thought the man would continue on to start a conversation but he was wrong. Silence came again but this time it was rather distressing to the angel as he tapped his feet to the ground as he turn to look at what was in front of him again. Furrowed his eyebrows as he pondered why the man had asked him but didn't continue on. It was... strange and the angel was rather curious of him. With a few seconds of pondering, the angel decided to ask a question.

"What about you?" Aziraphale asked as he briefly looked at the [Hair color] haired man then back to the lake. "Are you waiting for someone aswell?" He was rather nervous. Was it to straight forward? Bloody hell, now he takes back on asking the man. He was a stranger for goodness sake Aziraphale!

He was berating himself again when the man's voice had promptly had taken him out from his thoughts.

"No," the man had said which made the white haired being look at him. "I am not waiting for anyone really. I am merely here to enjoy the morning, perhaps also looking for an..." The man had trailed off as he turn to look at the angel beside him with a smile on his lips. "-- adventure, if you will," he had finished as he look at the book he held on his lap then back onto the lake.

His words made Aziraphale feel that feeling on confusion again. Adventure? What does he mean? The angel wondered what the man really meant but that still made him nod to not be rude. Again, silence came which honestly made the angel's anxiety raise. Oh bloody hell, my Jove was he not liking this one-sided awkward silence of his and the cryptic man he sat beside.

"So, um," Aziraphale started as he tried to think of anything to start a conversation with the [Hair color] haired man. "Um... what did you meant when you said you were looking for an adventure?" Aziraphale finally thought of a topic which made the man directing the question smiled as he continued to look at the lake.

"Nothing really," he had answered to the angel's question. "I merely am bored and want something exciting to happen," he had said as he momentarily looked at the white haired being who was still staring at him, his smile still intact on his lips as Aziraphale noticed that gleam in his [Eye color] eyes. "It would be lovely if something did happen to lead for an adventure, dont you think?" The [Hair color] haired had asked to the angel as Aziraphale nodded.

"An adventure would be... nice," Aziraphale had said as watch the man looked at what is in front of them again, the angel was curious about. A hum left the [Hair color] haired man's lips as he close his eyes. A thought had slipped on his mind as he opened his eyes back to see a child pass by with her mother, he assumed, trailing behind with a smile on her lips as she chased after the little girl.

"It would be interesting if the world would go into an... apocalypse," the man had abruptly said as Aziraphale almost choke on his own saliva. "Don't you agree?" He had asked as he tilted his head to look at the white haired being who was trying to breath normally and calm his "heart". There was a gleam of something behind those [Eye color] eyes of his but the white haired being didn't seem to catch them when he was too busy trying not to choke on the air he was breathing. The [Hair color] haired man's question made the angel have a slight panic attack, as he look at the man in the eye.

"N-no! I don't agree!" The angel had disagreed without hesitation. Those words coming out like nothing as the memories of a near death experience of Armageddon, failing to save and have it destroying life and war between heaven and hell flashed through his mind as he immediately shut his eyes tight and shake his head. God, he didn't want to experience that ever again.

Opening his eyes again and looking at the man beside him who had asked that ridiculous question, he saw the man had raise a brow at him, waiting for him to continue on his answer and also from his strange actions. "I-I mean... erm... uhh," the angel began to sputter as he raise his hands and rub his temple. God, he wish the Almighty would just strike him now.

"I-It would be catastrophic a-and... and absolutely cause devastation!" He explained as he look at the man who's eyes gleamed in amusement but had nodded on his explanation. As Aziraphale tried to find the correct words to have his disagreement on the topic explaining further, he heard the man beside him hum. "Well, you do have a point," he heard the man say as he nodded with no hesitation. The angel swore the [Hair color] haired had muttered something underneath his breathe but he didn't put it in mind as he agreeded.

"Of course!" Aziraphale had said. "I-I mean... having an apocalypse would just destroy everything and leave nothing but chaos and destruction," he softly muttered as he looked at his lap. His hands curling into a fist as he remembered he and his demonic friend almost failed to save the world from its impending doom, his actions had made the [Hair color] momentarily look at the angel curiously but didn't push further on the topic. He could see how uncomfortable the white haired being was to it. It was strange but who was he to be nosy in other people's business?

"Yes, it would," the man had agreed which made Aziraphale uncurled his hands as he snap his head to look at the [Hair color] haired man, the other merely sent him a small smile when he had noticed the white haired being had looked at him. "Good morning," the man had said again.

It made the angel tilt his head in confusion. This man greeted him again? But remembering the [Hair color] haired man's cryptic words awhile ago, maybe he was stating that the morning was good? Aziraphale was bloody pondering what did he mean again when the man continued.

"I realized that I have not introduced myself yet," he had said as he look at the angel while a soft smile on his lips. Raising his hand towards the white haired being, he finally said his name. "The name's [Name] [Last name]-Hewitt, and you are?" The man, [Name], introduced as Aziraphale took his hand had gave a firm handshake. "Nice to meet you Mr. Hewitt," he had said. If Aziraphale had to be honest, the man's last name, Hewitt, was oddly familiar to him. Somewhere deep inside his mind was saying that this man beside him, the one he was shaking his hand too was... familiar. It was strange but he pushed that thought back in the back of his mind as his words had made the said man shake his head.

"No, please, just call me [Name]," the [Hair color] haired man had said which Aziraphale nodded in understandin. "Ah, alright then. Pleasure to meet you, [Name]. You may call me Aziraphale," the angel introduced himself.

[Name] seemed to be taken back when Aziraphale had told him his name. Slowly taking his hand away from the handshake, a small smile formed on his lips. "Aziraphale you say?" He muttered which the white haired being look at him in wonder on his change of demeanor but nevertheless, he nodded, albeit a bit confused though.

"Um, yes, that is my name," the angel had said which made [Name] smile more, the angel had noticed the strange gleam in his eyes behind his glasses.

Aziraphale flushed when [Name], his new acquaintance had leaned closer towards him as he hesitantly raised both of his hand in front of his chest to make a small wall between him and the human. "Umm... can you move a bit?" Aziraphale softly had said as he saw [Name] look at him for a few seconds before he went back to his place. Still had that smile plastered on his lips.

"Sorry about that," the [Hair color] haired man apologize as his eyes soften at the white haired being who was trying to calm himself down. "I just... I was just... your name..." The angel heard him softly say.

"What about it?" Aziraphale asked. He regretted his decision really as what comes next that left the [Hair color] haired man's lips made him panic.

"It reminds me of an angel's," [Name] had said as he look at Aziraphale with amusement in his eyes. "Do you believe in... in angels, Aziraphale?" He asked.

"W-what's not to believe? T-they're beings that exist along with the Almighty," Aziraphale stuttered, berating himself from giving such a dumb answer. His mind was scrambled and he did not know what to do. He was panicking. The white haired being didn't eased when he noticed the [Hair color] haired man smiled at his answer.

"Yes," [Name] had said with a gleam in his eyes. "It is true but in other religion, they do not exist..." Aziraphale heard as his breathing was becoming more erratic. Where was that demon when you need him? The angel really does get into too much trouble and he is silently praying inside his mind on where the bloody hell was his demonic friend is. Stuck in traffic?!?

"Are you an angel, Aziraphale?" [Name] had abruptly asked after a few minutes of silence had passed when he was too busy connecting the dots while the white haired being was too busy trying not to cause a scene, which made the said male freeze and start to panic when the [Hair color] haired male's words registered to his head. Aziraphale didn't dare to look on [Name]'s [Eye color] eyes and instead looked at the ground as he felt the man moved a bit closer towards him again. This caused him to panic more.

"W-why do... why d-do you think I a-am one?" Aziraphale hesitantly said as he finally looked [Name] in the eye. "I-I could maybe have really religious... parents," he tried to save himself as he cursed himself for stuttering. He heard the [Hair color] haired man hum but Aziraphale saw he was not convinced. At all.

"Maybe... but it is not common to be named with an angel's name," [Name] had said as Aziraphale shake his head. "T-that is true," he agreed but he immediately tried to justify himself again when he noticed he almost outed himself. "B-but that does not mean I can't have... one?" The angel trailed off with uncertainty in his voice.

The angel was having trouble keeping calm as the [Hair color] haired man stared at him with those [Eye color] eyes of his. It was so stran--

"Uh, hi guys," a bored voice had said that made the two males turn to look to where they heard the voice was an to the angel's relief, it was Crowley, the friend he was waiting for because he was (very) late.

Crowley, looked at his angel distress friend and then to the [Hair color] haired human, raising a brow when he had smelt something... strange. Whatever it was, the demon had shrugged it off and instead had sat between the two males, the two scooting over to create space for him to not be awkwardly touching each other. As the demon had sat he turned to look at the white haired angel as he began, "Sorry about being late," had apologized. "You know how traffic is in Queen Anne's Gate," the red haired had said and then shrugged as he then remembered that there was another person beside him.

The demon turned to look at the [Hair color] haired human, confusion in his eyes but was hidden by his sunglasses.

"And hello to you...?" He had said and trailed off, a bit confused about a human really but the demon looked at him, head to toe and hummed. This one was... interesting.

"Good morning," [Name] had said with a smile on his lips and a gleam in his eyes. Aziraphale who was beside Crowley, despite rather still panicking from awhile ago, smiled at the demon's confusion. "Um... yes, good morning to you too... I guess," the demon muttered as he looked at the [Hair color] haired man who merely continued to smile at him. It made the demon a bit... peeved. That smile...

It's bloody fake...

"It is good, isn't it?" Crowley snapped out of his thoughts as he look at the human with a raised brow. Just like Aziraphale before him, he was confused. "What?" Came put of the red head's lips which honestly made the white heard angel bit his bottom lip to not let out any chuckles leaving.

Ah, he will definitely enjoy this. Especially how the demon in the middle of him and the cryptic man he acquainted for is too easy to rile up.

The [Hair color] haired man merely hummed as he momentarily looked at the lake then back to the confused red head. "I said, "it is good, isn't it?"" He said again as he then looked at the white haired angel who was cupping his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

"Don't you agree so, Aziraphale?" [Name] had asked the angel who let out a small laugh leaving his lips. His actions had resulted into Crowley snapping in his direction and the angel fully knows the demon was glaring at him through those black colored lenses of his sunglasses, which made him bit his bottom lip to contain his laughter again as he looked at [Name].

"Yes, I do," Aziraphale had breathlessly said as a small laugh left his lips again when he saw Crowley turn to look at the [Hair color] haired man, probably glaring at him aswell.

"Ugh, can you lots just tell me what?" The demon annoyedly asked as he saw the human's lips twitched.

"Good morning," [Name] merely said which made the demon roll his snake like eyes behind the darkened lenses of his sunglasses. Hell, he was so irritated and confused right now.

"Yes, yes, good morning," Crowley had said as he look at the [Hair color] haired man in the eye. Those [Eye color] eyes was honestly quite familiar... strange. Snapping out on whatever dazed state he was in, he continued. "Now can you tell me what you meant?" The demon asked. His questions brought a smile on the angel's lips as he remembered what would be [Name]'s next words.

"I have meant what I had said... but have I said what I meant?" There it is... and now for the confused and stupefied question...

"What?"

And with that, Aziraphale laughed. Despite being confused and distressed when he had dealt it earlier, it was amusing to watch how the [Hair color] haired confused others, especially his demonic friend. The angel didn't mind the annoyed glare directed at him by the said demonic friend of his as he continued to laugh. "Honestly, just bloody tell me. It's getting really annoying," the demon grumbled when he had turn to direct his glare to the confusing and cryptic man beside him who merely smiled at him like he did nothing wrong. Which was really true, except annoying the demon.

"It is a lovely morning is what I have meant," [Name] finally cleared which made the demon beside him grumble incoherent words as he look at the lake. The [Hair color] haired turned back to look at the red head and was about to say something when he had realized...

"Ah, pardon my manners," [Name] had said as he smiled at the sunglasses wearing male. Raising his hand to the demon, he introduced himself like he did with Aziraphale who was now calm and not in the verge of a panic attack from that strange yet amusing conversation he had witnessed. "My name's [Name] [Last name]-Hewitt, but feel free to call me by my first name," the [Hair color] haired had said as Crowley looked at his hand and then grabbed it. Giving a shake as he nodded.

"Mine's Crowley, Anthony J Crowley actually but Crowley will do," he had said as he rose a brow when he saw the [Hair color] haired man's eyes gleamed.

"Interesting..." The demon heard him mutter as he then flash him another smile. The red heard hesitantly nodded his head as he felt the angel beside him freeze on what [Name] had said. Confusion, like the angel awhile ago, is what Crowley had felt as he didn't know what the man had meant. As he was about to ask, there was a ring heard among the three. The two beings looked around to find where the noise was only to see the man beside them had already fished out his phone from his pants pocket and had a small frown on his lips.

"Oh bugger, of all the times, they need me now?" [Name] softly muttered as he turn off his phone and stood up from his seat, he had then turn and sent the two beings a smile and nodded. The book still in his hand.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you both but I'm afraid I had to leave now," the [Hair color] haired had said as Crowley had raised a brow from what he had heard from the man ha said awhile ago but nevertheless, he nodded his head while Aziraphale, although had an... odd (and panicking) encounter with him, the angel had sent him a small smile.

"See you again, [Name]," the angel softly said. "It was a pleasure meeting you aswell," Aziraphale had added which made the demon shrug and nod. "What he said," the red head had said, getting a small chuckle from the [Hair color] haired who sent them a smile again.

"See you both soon aswell, have a good morning!" Came his good bye as he turn and started to walk away from the two beings.

Aziraphale and Crowley ahd watched that strange and cryptic man walked away until the two beings couldn't see him then. Quiet, the two were as Aziraphale turn to look at the lake while his demonic companion lingered and watched where the path the [Hair color] haired man walked away.

"He was... strange, wasn't he?" Aziraphale broke the silence as the red head demon turn to look at him and them look at the lake. A hum left his lips to show he agreeded. "Aye, he was," Crowley had said as they watched the lake where some ducks passed by from the waters.

"Do you think we will meet him again?" The angel asked as he turn to look at his demonic companion who turn and looked at him aswell. The red head shrugged as his lips formed into a tiny frown. "Who knows," Crowley had said as he recalled that cryptic man's face. "Maybe..."

#good omens #Aziraphale #anthony j crowley #crowley #crawley #good omens Aziraphale #good omens crowley #ineffable lovers #ineffable husbands #poly #polymorous #polyamory #Aziraphale x male reader x crowley #Aziraphale x male reader #crowley x male reader #crowley x aziraphale #good omens x male reader #fluff #strange

140 notes · View notes