#she came here to look hot and conquer and she already looks hot

[anesvalt]

#origianal character #Elisif Grimnirsdottir #original setting #viking #she came here to look hot and conquer and she already looks hot #character art

[ikeromantic]

You're cat is so cute 😍

Could I request something with Gilbert and your room and hot cocoa?

Thank you and Happy New Year.

Awww thank you! I won't tell her though - she already thinks she's a princess! Here's approx 1300 words of a warm and sweet Gilbert. IkePri New Years Event story!

Emma stumbled down the palace corridor, silently cursing herself for being an idiot. She should have paid attention to how much she drank, to how often the servants topped her glass off. Her head was pounding and the floor kept twisting and turning beneath her feet. 

Was this the hall her room was on? The doors all looked distressingly familiar. 

She paused and leaned against the wall. At least no one could see her, she thought. It would be so embarrassing to -

“Little rabbit.”

Emma spun around and nearly fell. Only Gilbert’s gloved hand on her arm kept her upright. “Where d-did you come from?” She would have pulled away from his grip but the prospect of falling over in front of him kept her still. Well, kept her merely swaying anyway, she admitted to herself. 

“Most recently?” He smiled, his eye gleaming with a certain mischief. “The party, of course.”

“Right.” She tried to give him a polite smile but the expression felt off, as if her face hadn’t quite remembered how to do that. 

Gilbert laughed and shook his head. “Ah, little rabbit. You’ve made yourself easy prey tonight. How much did you drink?”

Emma shrugged. She wasn’t sure. How much did one glass count for if it was topped off every time you took a sip? “O-one glass.” She pulled herself up straight, and for a heartbeat, managed to hold it. Then the world tilted and spun again, sending her stumbling against the Obsidian prince. 

“Must have been a very big glass,” he murmured. He loosed her forearm, and then slid his arm gently around her back, holding her up at the midsection. 

In this position, her face rested comfortably against his chest, her hip to his thigh. Emma felt as if she fit to his side quite nicely. And he was warm. She felt a sudden urge to snuggle into him. The impossibility of this moment, the Belle in the embrace of The Conquering Beast, made her pause. A breathy laugh escaped her as she tried to remind herself who she was, where she was, and how dangerous the situation could be.

Gilbert sighed. “Come along, little rabbit. Let’s get you in bed.” He wore a bemused smile as he guided her slowly forward, his cane tapping along the marble floor with each step forward. 

“I don’t - you - you shouldn’t - Prince Gi-gil. Bert. Gil. Bert.” Emma giggled. “It’s like you have two names.” Emma tried to rally herself, but the wine was doing its work. Her head felt full of sand, heavy and hard to move through. Her thoughts were sluggish, and spun off into strange territories. 

“Do I?” He arched an eyebrow. His cane stopped its tapping as they came to a familiar door. 

She nodded. “I - I like them though. A-and you.” Emma smiled up at him, feeling an odd ache in her chest. 

Gilbert’s expression softened, a half-smile turned up one corner of his mouth. He studied her for a moment, as if gauging her words. “I -” He stopped and took a breath. A heaviness seemed to settle in his shoulders as he opened the door rather than replying.

Emma felt she ought to say something to comfort him. She didn’t understand the sudden change in his demeanor. But her eyes swung to the sitting room of her chambers and she felt an embarrassed heat creep into her cheeks, replacing other concerns in a heartbeat. “You should . . . probably go. C-can’t. Have you. I-in my bedroom.”

“It’s a little too late for that, little rabbit.” He guided her in, though she tried to pull away from the support he offered. Tried and failed, as her legs didn’t seem to understand what she wanted from them.

Gilbert settled her on the edge of the bed and took a step back. He’d regained himself in the moments between the door and the bed, his usual grin back in place. 

Emma reached down to take her shoes off and nearly fell forward onto the floor. 

The prince caught her, his cane clattering to the floor. His knees hit the carpet beside her bed with a dull thud, his hands bracing her shoulders. “Sit back, Emma.” His tone was gentle, low and warm like a summer sunset. 

She didn’t argue. Her head was spinning and she could feel his hair tickle her cheek and his hands were so warm and - Emma shifted back to a sitting position and put a firm lock on her straying thoughts. There was no reason to think about how soft his lips looked, or to wonder what his kisses might taste like. He was a scary beast! Not a - not a handsome prince, even if he looked like one. 

Gilbert’s hand caressed her from shoulders down her arms and for a moment, his hands laid atop hers on her lap. His thumb stroked the back of her hand before he let go, and bent down to unstrap her shoes. 

It felt so strange, she thought, to have someone take your shoes off. Nevermind that the one doing it was the first prince of an enemy nation. A dangerous man she ought to fear. But she didn’t. Gilbert could be terrifying when he wanted to be. His ability to move from placidity to sudden violence was scary, as was the depth and breadth of his knowledge. 

Despite that, there was a kindness in him. A gentleness, belied by his usual demeanor. There was more to him, she thought, hidden behind a veil of mystery. She wanted to know him, she realized. To understand him. Emma reached forward, brushing his hair lightly with her fingertips. 

Gilbert’s crimson gaze froze her with her hand still extended. “What are you doing?”

“N-nothing?” Her fingers curled and she began to pull her arm back. 

“Do it again.” His eye pinned her in place, a butterfly to a board. 

Emma’s hand opened, her fingers extended. Trembling, she lightly touched his hair. It was silky soft, thick, with a slight curl that sent it in all directions. She slid her fingers through it, smoothing it down and back, enjoying the feel of it against her palm. 

Gilbert’s eye narrowed with pleasure, then closed. He leaned his head against her knee, his breath shallow, pulse racing.

She could feel his warm breath against her thigh, his cheek lying on the soft inner part of her knee. The position felt vulnerable, intimate, a trust they exchanged to share this moment. Emma wasn’t sure how long it lasted. Forever and not nearly long enough. 

He sat up, blinking. He still had one of her shoes in hand, and he set it down as he straightened. His eye flicked toward the door and then back to her. “You’re dangerous for me, little rabbit.” His smile took any sting from the words. 

“Me? D-dang-dangerous?” Emma couldn’t encompass how ridiculous that idea was to her. She wasn’t dangerous at all, but her mouth wouldn’t cooperate with her mind to explain that. All she could manage was a snort of disbelief. 

“Indeed.” He smiled down at her as he stood. “Are you comfortable?”

Emma considered the question for a moment, then nodded. She felt warm and relaxed, her body abuzz with the alcohol and Gilbert’s touches. 

“Good.” Gilbert tugged her sheets down, and plumped her pillow. “Lay back for me.”

The request sent little alarm bells shivering through Emma’s body, but she was slow to heed them. By the time she realized how inappropriate this was, she was already on her back and the prince was lifting her legs to tuck her beneath the soft sheets. “W-what?”

“Close your eyes, little rabbit.” He brushed the hair back from her face. “Yes, just like that.”

She felt her eyes drift shut, heavy lids giving in to gravity. Something warm and satin-soft brushed the skin of her forehead. A heartbeat, and it was gone, ephemeral as a dream. 

“Sleep well.” Gilbert’s voice sounded close.

“W-will I see you? Tomorrow?” She reached for him and felt his hand catch hers. 

He laughed, a low, sweet sound. “Tomorrow will tell.” With one last, gentle squeeze, he let go of her hand.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri Gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

[darkestspring]

No, when Rheanyra and everyone leaves Dragonstone. Jaces twin remains with Baela, but Baela eventually leaves to after a raven came from her sister.

So when Aegon arrives its just his darling niece, the one he had always dreamed of having.

Wearing the conquerors crown, Aegon fucks Jaces twin on the painted table. Claiming she is his spoils of war, how he plans on never letting her go.

it was just his luck, aegon convinced himself, that you, who had always craved, were the only one there.

You had always been so kind to him. Always seeking him out when it seemed like he was sad in your eyes, telling him that it was okay, that he would always be good enough, giving him things that made him happy.

You, sweet, kind, lovely, caring you. How he had wanted you fro himself but no. He married his weird sister and you. You were left unwed. What a perfect thing. He would marry you for love. You'd be his Rhaenys.

"Uncle." You fearfully greeted him, gripping onto the painted table as he marched forward.

With the conquerer's crown on his head, he'd make you his.

"You were meant to be mine, if only it weren't for my wretched mother." He mused, his gloved hand gripping your arm and bring you clsoe to him.

You gasped as you stumbled into his chest in one swift motion. "Uncle, you cannot be here, you cannot do this!"

"I can. I am the King. I can take as many wives as I want, fuck anyone I want. I am the law. You've always been mine, it's time I act on it. You're here alone. No one is coming for you." He cooed at you, pushing you onto the painted table and he pushed your dress up.

He took off the glove off of his free hand using his teeth and pressed his warm fingers to you clothed cunt. "Oh, look at that. You're already wet." He laughed, his face lighting up with delight. "You wanted me too, didn't you?"

"Uncle, please stop this!"

He turned you around, pushing you down onto the table as he pulled down your undergarments. "How precious." He cooed as he pressed his fingers to your throbbing clit resulting in a muffled moan as you pressed your hands over your mouth.

after taking off his other glove, he quickly unlaced his trousers. "I've dreamed of this for years, you know. It was such a trouble to find a whore who looked enough like you. But they were never the same but you're here!" He laughed, joy clear on his face. "I don't have to imagine anymore."

He pressed his hardened cock against your entrance and you whimpered, eyes shutting.

"Hey. Beg me for it." He whispered into your ear before biting down on your shoulder until he drew blood.

"P-Please." You sobbed, tears trailing down your face. "Please.... fuck me. I need it so badly. I'll-I'll die without it."

"That's a good girl." He hummed before inserting his cock inside you slowly as you clenched around him. "Oh yeah. Shit." He cursed.

You felt better than he had ever imagine. Tight, hot, wet. Nothing would have compared to this, you were made for him, truly divine.

"My Rhaenys." He whispered to you, kissing your shoulder as he stilled to let you adjust. "My desire."

He wanted to let you get used to it but he got too impatient and his hands gripped your waist as he started thrusting, the table moving with every thrust.

Shaky gasps left your mouth with every thrust and it was driving him crazy. "Don't worry about anything else. I'll take care of everything, my desire."

By time, one of the habitants of dragonstone returned, you weren't their anymore. On the cum crusted table laid a note.

Thank for leaving the Princess behind. Don't worry, her virtue is mine and I already have plans of making her my wife. Next time you see her, dear sister, your daughter will be round with my child.

-King Aegon II

rumors reached king's landing that rhaenyra shattered everything in her vicinity reading that note. Her only daughter, stolen from her.

#yandere house of the dragon #yandere aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader

[thelunarfairy]

Hi, I found your page a few days ago and I'm already obsessed with your theories on Tbhk.

So for my question I was thinking if it would be possible if Nene would become Mystery no.8 but like what kind of apparition would she be ?(I already know that Hanako wont let her become a apparition I just wanted to know if it'd be possible😅) Would Nene become a mermaid apparition because of her curse? anyways I know this wont happen in the anime because of thier Bound together so Hanako can literally stop it from happening But yea this just came up in my mind unexpectedly. (If you dont get what I'm trying to ask, im asking basically what kind of apparition would Nene be IF it IS possible👀)

Sya! I hope its chill and nice over there in Brazil feel free to skip over if needed 😇

Cold in Brazil? 😭😭😭😭 my wish in life???? It's summer here, it's hot as hell hahahahahahahahaha the part of Brazil that snows is very far away. ****cries inside for never having seen snow****

well, at least I can have fun on the beach if I don't turn into a barbecue because of the sun~ ~~

Ahem, anyway, about Nene and the possibility of her becoming supernatural. Lately I've been thinking about this because of the last chapter of ASHK, that second Nene that appeared and everything.

I haven't thought deeply about it yet, I want to form more connections, because I believe so, that Nene will become something much bigger. Kou discovering how to become a supernatural, him trying to talk about it with Nene… hmm… none of that would be in the story for nothing, right?

There is this possibility of the eighth mystery that is mentioned in the opening song (don't rule out the possibility yet), the fact that Hanako doesn't want it doesn't mean it won't happen. Hanako didn't want Nene to leave the painting or for her to stop Aoi from being sacrificed, but it happened.

So her becoming the eighth mystery is STILL a possibility. Always think of several possibilities, never discard those that still have a connection or logic to the main plot.

I'm not going to go into too much detail about the possibility of Nene becoming the eighth mystery because it would have to be in one post, there are many factors that we have to consider and I would leave this answer very long.

Anyway, Nene seems to have an ability, she purifies, this is definitely not an ability of an ordinary human, is it? Teru himself said so.

She is not just any person, she also has the title of Kannagi. It turns out that everything is very mysterious when it comes to her, we know absolutely nothing about her, just that she has this ability and that she is a kannagi.

That's why I haven't done any deeper analysis on Nene yet, we have very little material to draw precise conclusions.

HOWEVER, to directly answer your question, yes, definitely, Nene has a great possibility of becoming a supernatural, she already has ties to one, so she is half supernatural because of the mermaid's curse.

Isn't it funny that Nene plays the mermaid and Amane loves the sky?

I mean, mermaids live in the sea, and Amane wants to conquer the stars. Two opposites, yet the sea is always keeping an eye on the sky, just as the sky is being reflected by the water.

Two poles that look at each other, but cannot be together.

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #amane yugi #hanako kun #tbhk #yugi twins #aidairo #hanakokun #jshk spoilers #jshk amane #jshk hanako #jshk theories #jshk yashiro #nene yashiro #yashiro #yashiro nene #tbhk nene #tbhk spoilers #tbhk analysis

[youwouldntbelievehowigothere]

@zelinkcommunity

second chapter of unnamed oot child timeline arranged marriage story.

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CH 2: FORBIDDEN

Zelda awoke to the sensation of someone holding her hand. She glanced up to see Link squeezing her hand while asking “Navi?”

The fairy, she realized. She knew that, he’d spoken of her before. How could she have forgotten...

Link roused slowly. Noticing her, finally, he asked in a sleep-thick voice, “Princess?”

“You’re awake!” she marveled. The fact that he recognized her felt like a positive sign. 

“What are you…” he looked around slowly, a controlled grimace the only indication of the pain he was probably suffering. “What am I doing here? And why can’t I open my eye?”

At that, Zelda smiled sadly. 

“Oh Link, you’ve met with a terrible fate…” she started, unsure how to describe all that had happened. How she had found him, how they had gotten there.

Her words were perhaps too vague, as he went white as a sheet. He opened his mouth to speak, but already his eye started rolling back in his head. She dove to slow his collapse as he passed out. With her hands around his shoulders and now partially resting on his chest, she studied his face closer, searching for any clues as to why he had loss consciousness. 

He came to before she could compose herself, and the groggy, “Princess?” jolted her to sit back up.

“I’m sorry,” she stammered, “I– I shouldn’t have–” She took a breath. She was the princess of Hyrule, she couldn’t show her fear, even at a time like this. “We’re in the Kokiri village where you are receiving medical treatment after being ambushed by a team of Gerudo.”

He nodded, trying to furrow his brows, but wincing when his injured eye moved. 

“Can you remember anything?” she asked.

“I remember riding back from slaying a… whatever your father had asked me to slay. I can’t recall… a Gohma of some sort? Maybe? It had a lot of legs…” He laughed and it held a nervous quality. “My arm had been broken, so I was a bit slower coming back and then…” he trailed off in thought before asking, “So the Gerudo attacked me?”

“I think it was just a rogue faction, but…” Zelda started, not wanting to admit the one thing that was still eating at her. Most of the Gerudo had been thankful when Ganondorf had been tried and executed. He had been a cruel leader, fierce with dark magic and with no love for his people. Some, however, saw his cruelty as strength, and his plan to conquer Hyrule as good, even if he used monsters to accomplish it. Nabooroo had informed them of such a group, but only in that she was dealing with it.

A dark thought came to Zelda. What if that had been a lie? What if the Gerudo all loved their king, and hated the Princess and Hero that had foiled his plans for desolation?

She pushed those ideas away. There was nothing to suggest the group that had attacked Link were anything other than the radicals Nabooroo had warned them of. 

Link made a noise of acknowledgement. “How did you…?”

“How did I know?” she asked, “I had a dream…” she started, the dream and her memories painting a clear picture. Unbidden, tears welled in her eyes and she willed them away. Why was it only her nightmares became true? “I’m sorry Link, I should’ve done more.”

A rough hand came up to wipe away a tear and her eyes snapped open to the expression of longing that Link had. Just as quickly as the sentimental emotion started to come through, did something shift in him, and he dropped his hand. 

Zelda couldn’t help but feel disappointed. This is why she could never tell if she was misreading him or not. It had started after his return from Termina the hot-cold she would feel. But there were more important matters than her maiden’s heart. 

He cleared his throat. “I would’ve been dead if not for you.”

One of the Kokiri came in with breakfast. “Oh, he’s awake!” he said, his fairy flying in happy circles. 

Link studied the Kokiri and said, “Mido?”

“How do you know my name?”

“Do you not…?” Link shook his head. “Of course you wouldn’t.”

Zelda looked between the two of them. 

“Saria!” Mido yelled, leaving the house. 

Saria rushed in, and Zelda stood up to give her room. Though the room was so small she had to stoop.

“Saria?” Link asked, “how…?”

“Oh Link, I’m so glad to see you, though I wish the circumstances were better.”

“As do I…”

Zelda, feeling the reunion ought to have some privacy, left the room. She waited out of immediate ear range, and waited to be done. The other Kokiri kept their distance from her, and she was not tempted to push their boundaries. She wanted to stay close to Link, just in case–

Just in case what? The Gerudo attacked again?

She knew she would not fare so well this time around. Her magic needed time to recuperate, as she had used quite a few powerful spells on not so much sleep. She yawned, the little sleep she had not enough.

Up in the trees a blue light flittered around, and Zelda glanced up. 

“Are you Navi?” she asked the blue orb. The orb hurried its circles, but came down to be closer to Zelda’s eye level. 

She didn’t say anything, but Zelda took that as an affirmative. “Why did you help us?” the princess asked, “You disappeared, but I wasn’t sure where… Link left to go looking for you. It took a long time for him to come back.”

Navi didn’t say anything for a long while. Just as Zelda thought she wouldn’t get an answer, the fairy said, “I… I can’t be his fairy anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“Only Kokiri can have fairies. He was raised by the Kokiri, but… when we returned from that future he… he was grown. Kokiri never grow up, so an adult could never have a fairy.”

“Who made that rule?” Zelda asked, scrunching her nose. It seemed unfair. Navi was obviously as torn up about it as Link was. 

“It’s just the way it is.”

Navi was clearly more upset by this rule of nature than Zelda was, so she dropped it. “Thank you for helping us,” she said instead, “if you hadn’t guided us who knows what would’ve become of Link.”

Navi didn’t say more, and flew away.

Zelda sat there for a few minutes more, her sluggish brain trying to make sense of all of it. If Navi could talk to her, why couldn’t she talk to Link?

Longingly, she glanced over to the small hut where he covelessed. This was his home, and from the sounds of it, he hadn’t been back since he’d left the first time. That would be dreadful, to have to leave home and never being able to return. An odd pang lit in her chest. Just dreadful.

The shade of the tree was pleasant and Zelda leaned against it, thinking to rest her eyes for a second. There was still a crick in her back from sleeping next to Link’s bed, but the excitement of the days had caught up with her. 

Before she could nod off completely, another fairy buzzed around her head. Great, more eternal children to entertain.

“Hello,” she greeted, wondering why now they would approach her, when before they had all been rather shy. 

“Are you a princess?” the girl asked.

Zelda nodded. “I am.”

“Where’s your tiara?” she asked.

“It’s in my castle.”

“You have a castle!” the girl exclaimed, “I want a castle!”

Zelda couldn’t help but smile. “I think this forest is very nice. We don’t have fairies at the castle.”

“You don’t?” she asked, “There was this boy who used to live here, who for the longest time didn’t have a fairy. He finally got one and went to the castle. He never returned though. Did you ever meet him?”

“I did.”

“Why hasn’t he returned?”

Zelda pursed her lips. Would the girl even understand who Link was? That he was a Hylian, not a Kokiri? That he had returned and she couldn’t recognize him? “Well, outside of the forest, children grow up.”

“Grow up?” she asked, “like get bigger?” reassessing Zelda, her eyes grew large. “Did you grow up?”

At that Zelda smiled. “Yes, I did.”

“Is that guy you brought a grown-up too?” 

Zelda nodded.

“Saria said he’s your husband.”

At that Zelda flushed scarlet. Was that what Saria had meant? Suddenly the odd things she’d said made sense. She was aware of the propriety of a princess spending unchaperoned time with a young man. Zelda had been so caught up in everything else, she hadn’t even thought about all the unchaperoned time spent with the Hero. 

Not that anyone had anything to worry about. Link would never treat her in an untoward way. And she could never beguile him, even if she wanted to. And maybe she did want to. Either way, nothing would happen with him just having returned from the gates of death. 

The Kokiri continued as if Zelda didn’t understand the concept. “Saria says the only time boys and girls can have sleepovers is if they’re married. But I don’t get why anyone would want a sleepover with boys. They’re so icky.”

Before Zelda could formulate a response, another Kokiri ran up to them. “Hey Princess,” he said, “Saria needs you.”

Zelda stood up, almost pleased to get out of that awkward situation. Granted it was to go to the object of her affection with someone who came to the false conclusion they were married.

When she saw Link sitting up in the bed, all thoughts of embarrassment were pushed aside in favor of concern. Even with healing potions, medical care, and now some rest and food, he still looked entirely too weak. Too fragile. Too mortal. 

Still, he tried to smile through the pain he was probably still experiencing as she entered the room. She couldn’t help but smile back.

“You called?” Zelda asked.

“Saria says I should be good to move,” Link said, “we probably need to get you back to the castle.”

She hadn’t even thought about what would happen when she returned! In her haste and worry she hadn’t even left a note. Impa could probably piece together what had happened, but her father would definitely assume she was kidnapped. 

“That’s odd for you to be the brash one,” he quipped, noting the surprise and worry on her face. 

If he was well enough to tease her, he was probably well enough to travel. 

“It would be best if he could see a healer,” Saria explained, “I think I did all that can be done, but I would be more than pleased to be wrong in this case.”

Saria gave Link a hug, one he reciprocated with a soft smile.

“I’m glad to have seen you once more,” the Kokiri said. Something was left unsaid. Zelda couldn’t know for sure, but she suspected Saria did not expect to see Link again. 

Zelda helped Link to stand, he limped slightly, and whistled for Epona. Sheepishly, he glanced at Zelda, and she knew he’d be shying away from her touch if he could. It was odd to be aided by a princess. Once on the horse, he led the way, Zelda walking by his side, and they said their last goodbyes. The Kokiri were still rather shy, but a few brave ones shouted after, and soon the whole lot of them were. 

Zelda couldn’t help but smile. 

Once into the forest, Link said, “It feels wrong to make you walk.”

At that she giggled. “You would feel that way with a sprained ankle. No, I can walk just fine, Hero.”

A melancholy passed over him at her address. “Who is Saria to you?” she asked, not liking the silence that was trying to settle.

The melancholy didn’t release its hold, but he smiled through it. “She took care of me the most of any Kokiri. She’s their leader and I think either a bit older, or just naturally a bit wiser than the rest of them. I don’t really know.”

“Thank the Goddesses for her,” Zelda said, “I did my best, but it was all so…” she trailed off, not wanting to relieve the terror that had gripped her.

“Clearly it was enough,” Link said, “I’m still here. Most of me at least.” The joke fell flat to her. He carried on, “How did you know I would be in danger?”

“I had a dream,” she answered, “though I wasn’t able to avoid that fate completely as I have in the past.”

“You did enough,” he said intensely, his sole eye almost burning through the mists of the forest, “You always do.”

The praise warmed her.

Zelda desperately wished to interpret it favorably, but she knew it would be foolish. Clearly Link considered such a thing forbidden. For what reason? She wasn’t sure.

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#zelink week 2023 #day 2 forbidden #@oot Zelink #Zelink #Zelink week

[that-basic-simp]

Mistletoe

I was at my parents house in the Wastelands as I was helping them decorate for Christmas. Since Odessa joined Overwatch and returned, she would tell me of how the different members celebrated Christmas. She even got to see snow while she was working with them. Since the Wastelands was very radioactive and hot, snow was very rare to see. For the most part, we'd have to travel outside of Australia to see snow. She took pictures with some of the people there when it was snowing. She even had a video of her and Kiriko walking out of the base and she slipped, causing Odessa to laugh, but then she slipped, which Kiriko said it was instant karma. After that there was a snowball fight that got everyone from the base out and partaking in it.

"Do ya have anything for Christmas?" my mother asked as she was hanging up some garland.

"Not really."

"Is everyone in Junkertown celebrating?"

"Yeah. There's a giant tree in the center of town and people helped decorate it. Dez had to help me reach some of the higher places."

"Her height is very useful when it comes to hanging things," my mother sighed, struggling with placing some garland.

"Need a hand?" a voice came from the back as the door opened up.

Turning my head, Odessa walked into the house, smiling as she looked at my mother and I.

"What are ya doin' out 'ere?" I asked.

"Doin' the same thing you're doin'," she walked over to my mother and helped her.

"Thank you, Odessa."

"Anytime," she smiled and hugged my mother.

"Are ya ready for Christmas?"

"I am, but not really ready for all the craziness to happen."

"There was this one Christmas when we were back in Junkertown that always gets Y/N embarrassed," my mother chuckled.

"Can we not do this now, mum?" I asked, already knowing the story.

"Y/N didn't know that snow never really comes here, so everytime we asked her what she wanted for Christmas, she'd always say she wanted snow. Christmas day came and when there was no snow, she begged me to take her out into the Wastelands and she made a sand-man," my mother started to laugh. "She made sand angels and tried to have a snowball fight with her father, but the sand just disippated as soon as she threw it. It really bumbed her out."

Odessa chuckled and looked over at me, seeing I was starting to get a little red.

"Ah, come now, princess," Odessa smiled, walking over to me, pulling me into her side. "You were a kid back then."

"My mum always tells that story whenever this time of year comes around."

"I find it cute," she smiled.

"T-Thanks, Dez."

Throughout the afternoon, we helped my mom around the house and my father returned from getting more decorations from the central area. After we helped set those up, we were going to head back to our place since my mother had given us some decorations for us to put up back at home. Odessa was carrying a box out of the house while I had some bags.

"Oh, Y/N, before ya leave," my mother walked over to the back door.

"What's up, mum?"

"Put this in the house," she said and placed something in the pocket of my shorts. "Put it in a place where Odessa doesn't see it at first."

"Oh, I see," I chuckled and my mother winked at me.

"I'll see ya soon. Take care, Y/N. I love you."

"Love ya too, mum."

"Take care, Odessa," my mother called to her.

"You as well."

We walked back to the gate of Junkertown and we were greeted by the guards. Heading back towards the house, I was trying to think of where I could put this. I was thinking right as we opened the door, but I feared that it might fall. I guess the only good place was to put it somewhere in the bedroom. Reaching the house, Odessa set the box in the entry room and I set the bags down as well.

"Well, I think we've got enough stuff to decorate the house. What do ya say, love? Ready to start decoratin'?"

"Sure," I smiled.

We started in the entry way before the kitchen and lastly the bedroom. Since the rooms in the house weren't too big, we didn't have to worry about dividing and conquering the house. Now if it was the building the throne room was in, then that'd be a different story. While I was in the bedroom, Odessa grabbed something from the box and walked outside, placing a wreath on the door. She was about to come back in, but someone called her name.

"I'll be right back, princess. Someone wants to talk to me."

"Take your time, Dez," I called from the bedroom before she closed the door.

Seizing my chance, I grabbed the mistletoe from my pocket and walked over to the doorway that led into the bedroom. I thought that'd be too typical and looked at the ceiling above the bed. I chuckled and climbed onto the mattress, hanging it up there. I nodded to myself before finising up the decorations. Once everything was finished, I headed into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Stepping out of the bathroom, I looked at the mistletoe hanging above the bed, smiling to myself as I thought that was a clever idea. I crawled into bed and patiently awaited Odessa's return, which happened a few minutes after I got into bed.

"Princess, are ya still awake?"

"Yeah. I'm in the bedroom."

She walked in and smiled at me, "Sorry it took a bit longer than I thought."

"It's alright. You're the Queen. The people's issues matter."

"But you matter more than any argument two boneheads got into. The place looks amazin'."

"I just added a few things here and there."

"I can see, but I like how it looks when ya walk in. Really gets this place ready for Christmas. I'll be right there, princess," she said and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

She disappeared into the bathroom for sometime before coming out, joining me in the bed. She wrapped her arms around me and I looked up above me.

"What are ya lookin' at, princess?"

She looked up and saw the mistletoe. Looking down at me, I smirked up at her. She returned a similar smirk before sitting up, grabbing the mistletoe, and removing it from where I hung it. Twirling it in her hands, she looked back at me before tossing it behind her.

"Ya don't need some kind of plant to get me to kiss ya, princess," she said before placing her lips against mine, pushing me onto the bed, starting a heated makeout that turned into something a bit more.

A/N: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and for those who don’t, Happy Holidays!

#odessa stone #junker queen #junkerqueen #queen of junkertown #overwatch #buff women

[1358456]

Short - Hot Tips

Asking a senior Dex Holder for dating tips? What could go wrong?!

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Crystal stared with half open eyes, looking extremely disappointed at the choices made by the boy in front of her. The boy himself still looked cheerful and excited, as if he didn’t know what was going wrong.

“… Let me get this straight,” Crystal said, not even concealing the disappointment in her voice. “So you’re here in Johto on a trip with White, but you don’t know where to go and what to do for your date. And so you want some help, and… your genius plan was to ask Gold.”

“Yeah!” Black said excitedly.

Crystal pinched the bridge of her nose. “… You could not have picked a-”

“-better person!” Gold finished for her proudly. “You came to the right guy, dude. And you know what? I know just the place. Let’s go!”

Crystal let out a long sigh before reluctantly following the two fools. “… Ugh. Here we go again…”

…

Gold stood in front of a restaurant and turned to face Black. “This is it. This is the place for any date!”

Crystal recognized the place and rolled her eyes. “Oh. This one…”

Black read the ad on the front. “A noodle place? Huh.”

“This place has a special menu item,” Gold explained. “It’s called the Doom Dish, and your meal for the day is completely free if you finish it. Now, while it’s delicious and all, it’s also insanely spicy. As in, it’s a whopping 500 times spicier than the spiciest sauce used in food.”

“Five hundred times?! Holy crap!” Black exclaimed.

“That’s right. Even the most hardcore, spice-hardened bastards flee in terror at the smell of this behemoth. No one’s ever finished the whole thing.” Gold put an arm around Black’s shoulders. “Now, imagine what Bossy Gal would think if she watched you challenge this monster, and conquer that beast right in front of her eyes! Think how much she’ll be impressed!”

Black gulped as he imagined White cheering him on and her awed expression. “… I see…”

Crystal sighed and stepped in front of him. “And what would happen when the noodle wins? You’ll be a mess! On a date! Come on. You’ve been through so much with her already. You don’t need to do anything special. Just take her somewhere nice.”

Gold huffed a bit. “Come now. You certainly enjoyed it when we came here.”

“For a different reason,” Crystal pointed out. “I rather enjoyed watching you lose that fight and finally suffer the consequences of your reckless actions. But I’m not going to just stand by and watch you drag yet another innocent victim in your desire for vengeance.”

“… You just don’t understand, Crys.”

Black nodded. “I’ll do it! I’ll give it my best shot!”

Gold patted him on the back. “That’s the spirit, kid! Be a man!”

Crystal narrowed her eyes. “… Seriously?”

Black checked his Xtransceiver. “Miss President should be finishing her advertisement in half an hour or so, and when she’s done, I’m definitely bringing her here! Then I guess I should go and pick her up! Thanks for the advice!”

Gold waved as Black ran off into the distance while Crystal just slowly shook her head.

“Good luck, dude,” Gold said proudly.

“… Poor kid…”

#short story

[lowetyde]

@theseasbelongtome​ :: continued from HERE.

marlowe had learned to find comfort in solitude. in fact, he basked in the feeling of emptiness that eternally encapsulated his pitiful frame. it was much preferred this way. merfolk were not creatures that craved companionship; they did not require one another’s soft touch or sweet words to thrive in the ocean’s algid belly. carnage was their vice. supple skin being torn from bone, shredded by the knife-points of merciless fangs. the sweet nectar that was hot blood settling atop the tongue before sliding down down down a welcoming throat. screams, cries, agony filling one’s ears whilst thick flesh filled the pit of their ever-hungry stomach. this was a merfolk’s only wanting. this was marlowe’s desperate need.

unceremoniously pushed to the outskirts of the lagoon, the small corner he called his had grown much too familiar in the last weeks. his true home, however, has been built in ianthe’s shadow, allowing it cover him like a warm blanket in the otherwise frigid waters. but the sovereign did not need him in the ways he did her, and she would periodically disappear on whatever whims pleased her. ianthe was perfect, forged with the strength of crushing waves and beauty of the ocean’s hypnotic tides. yet for whatever reason, she seemed to entertain marlowe’s constant accompaniment, allowing him to use her has a shield against all that posed a threat against the poor fellow. without her—having only on his own words and whit to get by—the merman often resorted to hiding from the cruelty that lived deep within never’s lagoon, curling into as tight a ball as he could, in the darkest corner of his stony shelf, wasting away until she returned to save him from his wallowing.

this time, though, she’d been gone too long. he’d have bothered to worry about her if not too preoccupied with his own state of being. the beautiful glow of his alabaster skin had faded to lackluster grey. once sparkling scales ( a mixture of blues and greens, similar to scattered seaglass ) dulled with each day, and his fins had begun to wrinkle like wilting petals. sharp ribs and hollowed cheekbones etched shadows into his skin, further accentuating the creature’s already feeble state. marlowe was truly weak and worthless, as nature had intended him to be. not even the shrimp feared his shadow when it passed.

marlowe knew his death was an imminent point in the future of neverland’s story, but so soon ? it felt disappointing. there was much he’d wished to do, so many he’d hoped to conquer. a silver-tongued pirate with misplaced confidence in their eyes. a young girl with hair like raging flames, playing homemaker with those once her enemy. a merfolk gilded in glory, her laughter like wind-chimes that floated along the waves and shredded his ears. he’d wanted their bones to rest beautifully below his, encasing his body in an ivory casket, but, alas, he stood no chance in challenging fate. if death was his destiny, the fellow would welcome it.

then, through the thick fog of despair, a single ray of light finally peeked through. a tremor ran through his spine at the familiar touch entangling itself in his mess of blonde curls. marlowe jolted upright, turning to see her for himself . . . to ensure it was not just some trick played by a dying mind. relief washed over him the moment his eyes of azure met hers of deep violet.     “ ianthe. “

the sweet solace that came with her presence was quickly pushed aside, though, as was her hand from his hair. his brows wrinkled and tone deepened, looking upon her incredulously.     “ where have you been ? have you any idea what’s gone on whilst you’ve been gallivanting across the seven seas ?! “

#*DIALOGUE : ianthe / 001. #*IANTHE : the devil & her spawn. #im so excited #plz sry this is long babbling #im just so EXCITED

[salty-medley]

ATLA marathon done ( I never entirely watched the 3rd season before, only the episodes after Zuko joined) and here's some very unpopular opinions about it:

1/ Suki is overrated and a bit annoying.

I don't hate her character but I never saw her as a part of the Gaang nor as a love interest for Sokka. A brief one in season 1 to mark his long road out of his sexism, yeah, but after? I don't think she's relevant anymore. Kyoshi's warriors should stay in Kyoshi's island, period. Ty Lee has so much more potential for me.

2/ Zutara is freaking stereotypical and boring.

And let's be honest, most of these shippers are themselves either crushing on Zuzu, either on Katara or even on both. It could maybe be a brief moment but not a long term relationship.

3/ Aang is unbearable half of the show.

From his voice to his "but the monks told" to his refusal to even consider the fact he could possibly have to end a monster to save everyone else... He sounds altruistic and nice but he can also be very self centered and irresponsible. I totally get that he's only 12, but when you act like a holier-than-thou more than the half of the story it's just irritating. In season 1 yeah it was normal but I feel like he was like that all the show

4/ The main villain is dull and empty.

Big bad fire dad who want to be the ultimate world ruler, give me a break... Hot but lack of everything else. But good looking.

5/ Making the Fire Nation soldiers more dumb or less good at fighting than everyone else is just stupid. How did they managed to conquer the world? Take the Rough Rhinos for example, described by Iroh like if they were legendary fighters but beaten each time? Very logical, very very logical. Only the Yuyan Archers weren't poorly treated but these poor archers never came back so...

6/ Appa and flying bisons are overrated. Dragons and shirshus are way cooler. And the fact they made him go underwater in the invasion episode is just ridiculous, why not making him earthbend or breath fire at that point?

7/ Speaking of Shirshus... June would make a good ship for Zuko. He's made for powerful non bender girls with long dark hair.

8/ Uncle Iroh is nice but not an angel, and Iroh apologists should remember than if Lu Ten was still here, Iroh would probably be an antagonist, one you wouldn't mess with.

9/ Fire Nation seems to be the only one, with the swamp benders, to allow women in their army. Also their technology... No wonder Legend of Korra is in the 20s, after the end of the war, they had all the time to create and modernize.

10/ And finally, Katara is the reason why Zuko didn't win the last Agni Kai. If she wasn't in the way like that, Azula wouldn't be able to target her, and Zuko wouldn't have to sacrifice himself for his friend. I smell the same bullshit as the Hermione situation in the first HP movies when they tried to make her doing all the cool stuff/ good lines, they should let Zuko have this moment for himself, Katara already has plenty occasions to shine.

Now the angry fangirlies can rage in their corner, it'll keep them busy until Netflix ruined the show.

[catboymettaton]

Here's the intro to Baru at Canaan because I don't feel like waiting till I have a proper first chapter to share it. I may scrap this and start in media res instead but I wanted to mirror Traitor's structure. The first three paragraphs are directly taken from the first chapter of Traitor and adapted as appropriate. So this is the story of Baru growing up on a lush and beautiful Taranoke that soon begins to die. No spoilers for Baru or the Locked Tomb.

Trade season came around again. Baru was still too young to smell the empire wind.

The Nine Houses sent their favorite soldiers to conquer Taranoke: tomes and roses, glittering silk and promises of protection. Little Baru, playing castles in the hot black sand, liked to watch their traders come in to harbor. She learned to count by tallying the ships and the skeletons decorating their exteriors. 

Years later, Baru would recall the stark white of the bones, and her ignorance then about the human form. But at age six, the girl Baru Cormorant gave them no weight.

Taranoke was beautiful, then: Lush and vibrant, with animals of all sorts in the forest and the waters. Baru never saw more of her planet beyond her island corner, but to her the island alone was paradise. 

Her mother Pinion and her fathers Salm and Solit taught her how to gather kelp to burn to ash to grind for glass. They taught her to read the stars, to remember where their ancestors had come from once long, long again. Most importantly, they taught her to remember who she was.

When Baru was seven years old, the fishing season was drier than ever before. Lying awake at night, Baru heard her fathers’ mutters. 

“Pinion was right. These convoys are not to be trusted,” said Salm. Solit said nothing in response, but Baru heard the sound of him running his hands through his husband’s hair. 

Baru didn’t know what a convoy was, and sought out her mother’s dictionary. She squinted in the dim light until she found: convoy—a caravan, or a group of ships, gathered for mutual protection, especially under the escort of a warship. A warship. Why would the silk and rose traders be bringing warships?

The pattern beginning with the fish continued that year. Half the flies that had tormented the marketplace seemed to have evaporated, and Baru didn’t see the harm but her parents seemed upset. Diving in the sea, Baru saw strange patches of white among the colorful coral reefs. 

As winter approached – never too cold on Taranoke – the largest ship yet arrived. All of Baru’s village was called to the market to hear the representative speak. Within was a woman of hair the color of sand and skin lighter than the palms of Baru’s hands. “I come from the Third of the Nine Houses,” she announced, “and I have an unfortunate announcement to make.”

All around Baru people were muttering. She heard people whisper about “treaties” and “lies” and “death” and “doom.” The woman’s guards hushed the crowd, tapping their spears on the ground. 

“Your planet is in the process of being flipped necromantically. This means soon it will no longer be fit for ordinary human life. Fortunately, we have already located a new planet for you to move to!” 

At this, the crowd grew outraged. They loved Taranoke! Why would they leave it? The speaker simply raised her voice and carried on.

“We will be sending ships to help you relocate in three months time. On behalf of the Emperor, I hope that you all enjoy what Sousward B has to offer! Also, given how disruptive a move like this can be to a child’s education, we invite your youth to leave early and enter our special program designed to help acclimate new members of the Houses.”

Baru looked around at her neighbors, her family, her village, her island. She saw the grief in their eyes and the pain in their stances. By the time she’d returned home with her parents, she knew what she had to do.

#mine #my writing #baru cormorant #the locked tomb #tlt #baru at canaan

[eddies-tele]

Worlds Apart, But Much Alike --- C.S. x D.G.

Basically a oneshot based on this image lol

Dividers cred: @cafekitsune

Trigger warning: gay (and kinky) seggs

Cleaning day at the house. The Foos are working tirelessly to get everything clean before they leave. Especially Chris, who has to conquer this ginormous walk-in closet and the rest of the bedroom. The ghost of Taylor looked on observantly. "So," he said, "You gonna...er, tell Cara about your little affair?"

Chris shook his head. "No, no. She couldn't handle that. The boys would laugh at me, I know it." He proceeded to do an impression of them, " 'Oh, Dad's rooting for the other team!' 'Haha, Dad's a faggot!' No, Taylor, my family aren't ready for that." He said, trying to refocus his cleaning efforts.

As he got to the bed, he sighed wistfully at remembering the 'fun' times he and Dave had had on it. Him whimpering his name, Dave growling in his ear, their sloppy make out sessions...oh, that was the life. He'd have to stop, though. He was a married man with kids, after all.

But the desire came crawling back to him. He loathed that he missed the way Dave's lips and tongue danced so expertly on his neck, how his boss's big hands would so gracefully roam his body before gripping so roughly on his hips, and how they practically felt as though they were one when climaxing together.

Chris sighed again, suddenly feeling hot. He started to sweat and his legs became jelly. "Taylor," he gulped, "I don't have a boner, do I?" The spirit nodded. "Fuck!" Chris swore. "Okay, okay, just don't panic. Don't beat it. It'll go away on its own." He whispered to himself, trying to calm down.

He resumed his cleaning duties, trying to ignore it. But it stayed. "Oh, c'mon!" Chris growled. At one point, he dropped something from the top shelf of the closet, and it brushed against his erection. He whimpered, mouth slightly ajar. His lip quivered. He realized that he had to do something about this. So he walked into the closet and shut the doors.

He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Sure, it was only enough to expose his underwear, but he didn't want to get caught. His right hand slipped down the waistband, right on to his hard cock. He held it firmly, a shaky sigh leaving his lips. He closed his eyes, stroking ever so gently at first. His strokes were soft, gentle, and slow. "Mm, Dave.." he whispered, "Fuck yeah.."

At that moment, Dave walked into the room. He blinked in confusion. He thought he'd heard his bandmate call his name, but the guy was nowhere to be seen. He noticed the closet doors rattling. "Dave!!" Chris whined loudly, "Dave! Oh, ah!" Dave raised a brow and cautiously walked to the doors. "Hello?" he called.

The younger man stopped, opening his eyes and coming down from his fantasy. Chris opened the doors after fixing his pants. He did his best to hide his gradually fading boner. "Hey, Dave," he panted, "What's up?" He was sweating profusely, wishing Dave would just go away already so he could jerk off to his memories.

"You good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"I heard you calling my name, you sure you're doing alright?"

"Yeah."

Dave looked him up and down. He grinned mischievously. He knew what was going on. "Oh really? Then why ya all sweaty, why aren't ya looking at me directly, and why are your jeans so tight in the crotch area? And why are you hiding in here, mm?" The jig was up!

"Fine, I'll admit it ---- I love having sex with you, Dave. You're just so good at it that I can't help myself. I started thinking about the times we did it, and I got super horny, so I escaped in here so no one would see me doing it to myself like a lonely teenager. There, happy?? I fucking love you, Dave Grohl, and I want you, bad. I want you to penetrate my asshole and call me your slut, I want you to make me crumble under you, I want to get fucked so hard I can't walk for days. Take me, David Eric Grohl, and make me suffer." He challenged.

Dave said nothing and slowly removed his jacket. He strutted towards Shiflett, kicking off his shoes. Once in the closet, he slammed the doors shut. "Believe me, princess, you won't be able to walk right for weeks." He growled, now glued to him. He took Shifty's arms and pushed them above his head. In response, the male sighed blissfully. He truly was Dave's, and Dave's alone.

The frontman wasted no time kissing him sweetly. Chris returned it, exhaling through his nose. "God, want this, need this..." he begged. "Ah, ah, ah! You're gonna wait, you slut!" Dave spat, pulling away. He began licking Shifty's sensitive neck, watching with glee as the boy struggled not to moan. As a courtesy, Chris tilted his neck to allow more access to his best parts.

Just as he felt Dave suckle on a spot near his ear, he sighed heavily, and felt the return of his boner. "Play with me, Davey. After all, I am your little fuck doll!" he whined. "Oh I will alright." The frontman promised, starting to grind on him. They both grunt softly at the friction, eager to get it on.

Dave switched hands, his left hand now holding Chris's arms. He tore off his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Chris's cock throbbed, precum leaking out. He shuddered, breath hitching. Dave got on his knees, kissing up his thighs. He kissed his lower stomach, his navel --- anywhere he saw fit.

He kissed the tip of his dick, before deepthroating him and bobbing his head. He stroked the base, slipping a finger in his ass when he didn't notice. Chris groaned, legs shaking. "Look what I get to do," he bragged, "I get a blowjob from Davey..then he'll fuck me..all day long!"

Dave grinned and stopped, popping off of him. He pulled his own pants down, hard on out for him to behold. He spun Chris around and entered him with no warning. The guitarist choked, his eyes rolling back. He groaned as the frontman thrusted, finally sighing happily when Dave let go of his wrists. He shivered when his hands gripped his waist harshly.

The male then rutted himself in deeper, changing his angle. The fabric of reality was beginning to fade. "Ho, right there, Davey, fuck me!" He whimpered. So he went harder, Chris slamming into the walls with each thrust. Dave growled into his ear, getting close. He began to jack off Chris, chuckling when he heard the boy whine pathetically.

"I know you want to, but you're gonna hold it." He said with a grin. He bit Chris's neck, sucking on the spot. "Hard to." Chris admitted, trying to hold back. He was seeing bright light and knew this was it. He was climaxing now, not later. "DAAVE!" he cried out, his seed coating his hand. Not even a few seconds later, Dave followed suit.

The blue-eyed boy panted, watching as his bandmate licked up the evidence of their escapade. "How...fuck. Fuck, you never fail, Grohl." He commented, just now feeling the after effects of Dave's seed in his butt.

"Love ya," Dave said with a wink, pulling his pants up. "Love ya too." Chris sighed, slumping down in the closet. He was breathless from the experience but loved it. He sighed as he watched Dave walk away and decided that cleaning could wait. For now, he needed rest.

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

As promised the not-awaited second part of the Hercules 1997 analysis!

Let's dive right in, we're starting at the scene where Phil and Hercules fly over to Thebes

= Since calling NY “Big Apple” isn’t really a thing in Poland, they instead made a reference to the saying “to pretend to be Greek” (something like, to play dumb) which is a nice pun but a little forced I’d say

+ Instead of “numbskull” Phil gets called “ram” which is both a way to call someone idiot in Polish, but also, well, he basically is

+ I feel like the joke with the cat is even funnier in Polish, because the guy lifts the black cat and calls it Whity :’D

* The joke abou IX-I-I gets translated literally with the Polish emergency number but it sounds so bad

+ “And fiery” Hades lights his thumbs on fire “words of appreciation”

+ “They even made a noise! ...of delight”

+ “Well that’s not going to delight you…”

+ “And watch for the teeth! His teeth!”

+ Okay so the pun with Hades saying “Game, set, match” with the “match” right as he light us his cigar, so kinda uses his thumb as a match, is fine, but I still prefer the Polish paraphrase of “I came, I saw, I conquered” (veni, vidi, vici) into “I came, I saw, I smoked” ("przybyłem, zobaczyłem, zwyciężyłem/zapaliłem")

= We don’t have the saying “to win by a landslide” in Polish, but I’d say that “a crushing victory” is good enough

- No “he was so hot, steam looked cool” :(

* Literally tho why does Meg call Hades Rex

+ You have to believe me that “And you’re wearing trash with his face on it!?” is much funnier in Polish, first because the used word “barachło” is quite rare but even if you don’t know it the meaning is obvious and second because he uses the derogative form of “face” that you apparently don’t have in English

+ (You want a) “sip?” bjhbdfhbdfv

- Aw the visual pun with curves couldn’t’ve been conveyed

+ Yeah I much prefer Polish “devils” (“czorty” folk connotations my beloved <3) than just imps for Hades’ lackeys

- No pun about manhandling :(

+ SZMACIARZ

* Y’know I feel like back in the day they could’ve gotten away with a lot more in those movies

+ “This decoration of ceramic”

+ Instead of “Buns of Bronze” they make a reference to a Polish saying “with work and persistence people get richer” but the “people” got exchanged for “heroes” (here and almost in every other instance the word “hero” they use is specifically the one meaning a half-god, it doesn’t have the exact English equivalent so just remember that cause I’m not going to explain it every time and it makes a difference)

+ “Are you walking out of here or out of yourself?” “To walk out of oneself” is a Polish idiom for getting furious

^ Though I have to say I wish they didn’t get away with certain things

+ KSELFKSELF HERCIE DOESN’T SAY JUST “I’ve missed you” HE SAYS SOMETHING MORE LIKE “I’ve been [in a state of] longing [for you]” I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SAY IT BUT IT’S THE ARCHAIC POETIC VERSION

+ I have no idea how the translator could’ve translated “the greatest thing since they put the pocket in pitta”, but she cleverly escaped that by changing this line to “more famous than Pythagoras and Paris put together”

^ Aw and here goes my headcanon that the movie happens during “King Oedipus”

+ “Enough of this chirping” said Panic while being a bird

+ Herc mentions wishing on a falling star when saying that he wanted to be like everyone else which I think is just so logical I wonder why he didn’t in the original

+ So apparently “mutton man” is a reference both to some fictional character and the fact that Phil is you know, a goat, which mean that Polish reference to “koziołek matołek” is on point (or maybe even slightly better since he’s literally a goat)

+ “I already got my lesson” > “You think a girl would learn”

+ Hades ironically calls Meg by the formal yourself

- Instead of “read my lips” there’s just “then now listen carefully”

+ Instead of “minion” Hades calls her “little soul” 👀

- But he says “you’re my servant” instead of “I own you” which we have to agree is just metal and iconic

+ Oooh instead of “your oneness” (which I by the way do not understand where it came from) Meg calls him the title translated to English as “your grace” but in Polish it sounds more like “your love”

+ Awww Herc calls Phil by the diminutive

+ Oh I definitely like “I am going to tell you either way” over just “What I’m trying to say is”

+ As well as “old man” over “little guy” when referring to Phil

^ Damn this movie goes hard

+ And after he hits him Herc calls him by diminutive again 😭

- We lost the “what got his goat” so I think the goat pun balance is at zero after all

= Here I was torn between that and ”+” because “rąsia” (“hand” (diminutive)) is just hilarious in this context but I suppose the original is pretty funny too

+ “Our hero’s a zero” is funnier in Polish, because to rhyme “zero” with “heros” She had to add an “s” at the end and made it into “zeros” which like?? I have no actual lingustic knowledge to explain why it’s fun, but it kinda changes the word from just a numeral into a term for a person

+ Instead of “There’s a whole cosmos waiting for me with, hey, my name on it” (which I don’t quite get cause like? I’m sure he’s talking about the “over”world not the underworld so what’s with the name it sounds like a pun but I don’t get it?) Hades says “The whole cosmos is waiting for me to take over and I, too, am burning to do so” which in Polish is an idiom meaning to be very enthusiastic about doing something

- I have to admit that “good answer” is funnier than just something like “and rightly so”

* I- I have no idea what Hermes’ reaction is to the Titans coming. I know it’s not the original “We’re in trouble! Big big trouble!” but I genuinely *do not understand* what the Polish actor is saying. What the heck.

* “O ładny gips! Sunie prażona pała!”?????????????????? Tak tam jest??? Pani Łopatniukowa pomocy 😭

+ Instead of “my lord and lady” Hermes titles Zeus and Hera as “your godnesses”

+ “Easy you flying nag” except like, flying isn’t even a regular adjective here it’s more derogative, anyway even when saving Hercules Meg can’t stop herself from insulting Pegasus XD

= The original pun of “Get off, blast you!” while Zeus is throwing the bolt is great and Polish translation “Get off, cause when I’ll blow…!” as a reference to the Big Bad Wolf is fantastic too :D

+ Will “we’re swimming out of here!” used literally, ever stop being funny to me? Probably not

* (It’s an actual idiom meaning quick escape)

+ Hahaha yes, instead of an ironic “friend” Meg gets called stright up “sidekick”

+ “I know what you think about me, but don’t think about me now, think about him” yeah on one hand Meg doesn’t admit to her fault here but I really like the repetition, and the purpose is the same

+ “More thunders, by thunder!” in a direct translation

+ Sorry but the voice in which Hermes says this line? ICONIC (1:14:46 for the curious ones)

+ “Herkulesiu!” AAAA-

* Hm alright, I have a little mixed feelings about the translation and use of “I’ll go the distance” as a recurring line, because on one hand, it’s been translated as best as possible since we don’t have this idiom and is used basically in all of the places it’s been used in the original dialogue – except it’s not used in the song. I’d 6/10, She had tried

- “He promise he won’t hurt me” I mean sure, technically that does fall into the “she won’t get hurt” category but it’s not what happened sooo…

- This is so stupid why doesn’t he say “Let’s go, Pegasus” why is he just shouting “hiyah” XDD

+ Another iconic line! See, Hades says “Woah, who put me out?” and in Polish it’s a slang term meaning to dampen someone’s enthusiasm, stop them when they’re bragging, deliver a sick burn, something like that

^ Zespół T(ytani) znowu błysnąąąął

- Aw, just diminutive of Hercules instead of Wonderboy :(

+ “There are some things even you can’t beat”

= Instead of using a pun (thank goodness) Hades uses Megara’s full nam-

* WAIT NO

+ HE CALLS HER “ MEGIERA” INSTEAD OF “MEGARA”

* AND MEGIERA MEANS A BAD, QUARRELSOME WOMAN

* THIS IS GENIUS

+ A N D IT COMES FROM MYTHOLOGY I AM IN LOVE

- Again no Wonderboy

+ Meg says Hercules will be one heck of a “bożyszcze” which is a word both for a pagan god and for an idol of the masses

* Btw I’m pretty sure in the og audio the gods have a kind of artificial echo to their voices that wasn’t added in the Polish dub, interesting

+ Ayyy Hermes repeats the “No to lu, panienki” that the narrator said to the muses at the beginning of the movie!! Fantastic

To sum it up! Ms Łopatniukowa did a fantastic job with this translation, both conveying the original jokes and specific manner of speaking chosen, and added many references to the ancient culture that were missing in the original. I am still delighted by Phil's way of speaking which is an example of fantastic localization and some of Hades' lines are simply iconic.

Once again, Polish dubbing is supreme 😌

Thanks for reading!

#my post #disney hercules #hercules 1997 #hercules #movies #disney #dubbing #polish dubbing #languages #blue's bafflegabs #and now its time for the songs!

[bearbluebooks]

Chapter 17 of Christmas in Velaris

Excerpt: Then she placed one kiss on the tip of his cock, “mine,” she said as she looked into his eyes and saw him completely lose his mind. Maybe it was her words, maybe it was her mouth on his cock. Maybe both. Either way, she knew she would do anything to see that look again. Slowly, she raised herself again as she straddled his groin. She brought his hands to the back of her bra, and slowly guided him in unclasping it. The cups stayed firm on her breasts. His eyes looked hungry in anticipation. As if he was malfunctioning in deciding what to do next. She decided to choose for him, as she slowly dropped her bra, releasing her breasts into the open air. Her nipples immediately hardened in the coldness of the air. Without losing eye contact she lowered her thong and bared herself completely to him.

Start here, read chapter 17 here on AO3 or read under the cut :)

NSFW

December 21st 14:11

“Azriel is going to freak out,” Emerie said as Gwyn stepped out of the dressing room.

“Isn’t it too much?” Gwyn asked. 

“Are you kidding me, you look hot Gwynnie.” Nesta joined from next to Emerie. 

As she looked at herself in the golden mirror, she observed the matching red lace lingerie, and how it hugged her curves perfectly. Suddenly she felt hot. 

It was as if the set was made for her, the red complimented her hair perfectly, and the little butterfly details were playful in a way that didn’t offset any of the seductiveness. The bra fit her perfectly, it lifted her breasts by enhancing what was already there. The lace underwear was see-through but still left enough to the imagination. When she turned around she saw how well the shape complemented her full ass.

It was perfect.

Suddenly she was grateful that Emerie practically dragged her to the lingerie shop down the street after lunch. 

It was the first moment they shared with just the three of them after she came back. It felt as if she’d never left. They talked about everything, the latest smutty book that hit the market, the memories she’d missed, all the events that were still to come. 

Gwyn told Emerie about the reason why she left, and that Catrin and her mother had died. How she felt alone for such a long time before life took her back to Velaris again. 

For Gwyn, it felt important to leave nothing unsaid- to address the past to grow in the present. When Gwyn was finished, Emerie looked at her with so much understanding and love, that Gwyn choked up a little. “I’m so sorry, Gwyn. I’m happy you’re back. It just wasn’t the same when you were gone.” 

Gwyn also couldn’t wait to tell them everything about Azriel. How they found each other again after all those years, and how he kept on running into her at the most unexpected moments. 

“Okay, either he tracked your phone or its fate,” Emerie said with her arms crossed. “Either way it’s kind of romantic.”

“Only you could think hacking someone’s phone is romantic Em,” Nesta chided.

Gwyn also told them about last night, how they both said ‘I love you’, and how she’d never felt happiness like she had with Azriel. 

“I think I’m ready,” Gwyn finally said, and they both knew what she was talking about.

“You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to Gwynnie, and if he ever makes you think otherwise, I’ll kick his ass and feed him to my fish,” the determination in her voice would allow her to conquer worlds if she wanted to.

“If you need some advice, don’t come to me. But I can give Azriel some,” Emerie said with that smirk she had missed so much.

“I don’t know, he looks like he knows what he’s doing,” she joked. But she wasn’t joking, not really. That man was pure sex- with his body that could have been designed by a female romance author, his deep voice that sent shivers down her spine, his scent that seemed to be designed to attract her entire being and his love that made a home.

If anything she needed some advice. 

What if she froze as soon as she saw everything, what if she couldn’t give him pleasure in the same way as he did for her last night?

Nesta seemed to have sensed her worry, “You can go slow, you don’t need to do everything at once.”

She had a point. 

For Gwyn, it was difficult to not go in guns blazing. 

If she did something she needed to be the best immediately. 

She could start slow. 

She could.

“Thank you, guys,” Gwyn said as she engulfed both friends in a tight hug.

When she returned out of the changing room, a bag waited on her seat. “Guys you didn’t.” Gwyn already did the calculations when she was getting dressed. 

To afford it, she would have to go even further into debt.

“You deserve everything and more,” Emerie said as she put her arm around her shoulder and guided them outside.

----

22:21

Azriel cooked dinner again tonight, only this time in her barely functioning kitchen. Honestly, it was impressive. Her cooking skills were limited to sandwiches and spaghetti. Azriel’s cooking knew no bounds, at least none that she’d seen.

When he drank his scotch on the couch- from the bottle he stashed at her house yesterday- Gwyn silently slid off to go to the bedroom where she put on the lingerie she was gifted this afternoon.

Without saying anything, she walked back into the living room towards Azriel who was still sitting on the couch.

When he noticed her, his mouth widened in shock.

He was speechless as he looked at her with nothing but awe in his eyes.

She took the glass of scotch from his hands and put it on the coffee table in front of him.

“Let me look at you,” he said as he put his hands on her hips.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“You look-“

“You are-“

“You are fucking gorgeous Gwyn,” his hands moved to the back of her ass as he hungrily pulled her towards him, the movement helped her straddle his hips with her legs. 

She leaned back by balancing her hands on her ankles, to offer him a better look at her breasts, even though she wanted nothing other than to kiss him.

His hands softly roved over her body. 

At first, they stayed at her backside, which he possessively kneaded with his large hands. Then he moved a finger up the soft lacy fabric towards her spine. The hungry touches made her body shiver.

His eyes couldn’t decide where to land- at the mystery lying underneath her lacy thong, the thousands of freckles spread across the entire expanse of her pale skin, or her full breasts hidden underneath the butterfly bra.

A groan escaped his mouth as his hands decided on her breasts. “How did I get so lucky?” he wondered aloud.

She leaned down to his ear, where she breathlessly said “I wonder the same thing every day.”

“You’re killing me.”

She bit her lip as she slowly rolled her hips into his groin- she learned some things from her smutty books and she was determined to use them.

Another groan signaled it was working.

“Can I touch you?” he asked. 

Which she challenged with “You already are.”

With half his mouth turned up, he replied, “Can I touch your breasts?”

“You can, if you even the playing field.”

With another roll of her hips, she continued, “I think you’re overdressed.”

Without wasting words, he unbuttoned his black dress shirt. “Let me,” she said as she uncovered button after button to reveal the devastating expanse of golden-brown skin and those swirling black tattoos she’d seen hints of.

“When did you get that one?” she pointed towards the swirls leading down his chest. “When Rhys, Cassian, and I turned 18, we were stupid and thought matching tattoos were cool.”

With a smile she continued as she slowly took off his shirt, “And this one?” 

“When I landed my first big account,” she softly placed a kiss on it and on every other tattoo she uncovered. All the while his hands stayed on her ass, to help her keep her balance.

“We need to remove your pants,” she ordered after her lips worshipped every tattoo on his body.

“I like having you on me,” he said as he stood up without leaving her out of his grasp. “I can work with that,” she said as her eyes gleamed with desire.

One of her hands unbuttoned his black dress pants, and with some help, it fell past his ass to his knees. When he sat back down on the couch, she removed his pants completely. “Why don’t you carry me to the bedroom?” she urged.

“I’ll do everything you say, sunshine,” and she knew he meant it. The words were almost hotter than the man speaking them into existence.

With strong hands, he cupped her ass, as he walked them both towards her bedroom with easy strides. When they reached the small room, he kicked the door closed with a confident kick. “Don’t need an audience,” he said with Mouse in mind.

When he reached the bed, he slowly put her down as he remained upright next to the bed. With hungry eyes, he took in her body once again.

The look in his eyes made her skin heat up.

“Come here,” she said as she held out her hands. She needed to have him close again.

“Fuck Gwyn, I will think of this moment until the day I die,” the words made her melt into the bed.

She made sure to memorize this moment too, the muscular expanse of his chest, his black underwear that hinted at his massive cock- the sight aroused and frightened her equally. But mostly, she would remember the starved look in his eyes, as if he’d been waiting his whole life for her. The look that was mixed with awe, gratitude and love. It made her wish she could bottle the moment forever.

When he moved towards her on the bed, he towered over her. He made sure not to crush her with his weight by caging her head in between his muscular arms. They were so close they shared a breath. Their eyes connected in spirit and moment.

His mouth found hers in an instant. He bit her lip hungrily before he brushed his tongue over it to alleviate some of the pain. The desperation in the action sent pleasure straight to her core.

Before they could continue she needed to speak the next words out loud. The question was purely rhetorical, but important nonetheless. “I don’t know if I’m ready for sex yet, but I want to try other things.”

She wanted to discover every inch of his glorious body. Her entire being craved the closeness like she needed the air to breathe- with equal desperation and desire.

“Of course, we don’t do anything you’re not ready for.”

“I just want you. In whichever way you’ll allow me. We take this at your pace. Always.” The last word was said with so much earnestness, that it went straight to her heart where it carved its own sense of safety.

With a smile and a tear that threatened to ruin the moment, she wondered not for the first time tonight how she could be so lucky.

“I want to see all of you,” she replied.

“Then you’ll have every part of me.”

There was a silent question in his eyes. “Let me,” she answered.

In the sexiest way she could muster, she traced a tantalizing path down his back with her fingers. Then she reached his ass covered by his black Calvin Klein briefs which she cupped in equal fervor. Slowly she pulled them down, whilst her eyes remained focused on his hazel ones. But curiosity quickly took over, as her teal eyes slowly looked down to see what would be uncovered.

When they were young, Azriel had been her first everything. First kiss, first make-out, first heavy petting, but they never went further than that. She wasn’t ready. Until yesterday.

Until today.

But as his enormous cock sprang free, she suddenly didn’t know if she was as ready as she thought.

With a terrified look, she found the familiar hazel eyes again. Who looked at her with… amusement?

“Why are you laughing, that thing is huge.”

“That thing is my cock, and thank you,” he replied with a smirk.

“I’m not so sure it’s a compliment. Azriel it’s huge.” She knew she was falling into repetition but she couldn’t think of another word to describe the gargantuan thing hanging between his legs. Maybe she could: humungous, colossal, behemothic, dangerous. She did have trouble thinking of a way for it to fit inside of her.

As always, he could read her every thought, “Should I put it away?” he asked slightly more worriedly.

“No. No.” Maybe she just needed to get used to it. With one hand she grabbed it in her hands, to which he bucked his hips. “Little warning next time, sunshine,” he said with a smile.

“Sorry,” she said slightly embarrassed.

“I’m ready, do whatever you want,” he said confidently.

“Dangerous last words,” she challenged as she drew a finger up his shaft. 

She’d read plenty of books that taught her a thing or two. The main character usually had Azriel’s face, but not his cock, not even in her wildest fantasies did she imagine that size. But she was still very excited to practice what she read.

“Let’s turn around,” he offered slightly breathlessly.

In one swift movement that even surprised her, she tightened her grip around his hips and turned both of them around. She was straddling his legs just below his groin. As she slowly backed off his towering body, she could remove his underpants. 

It was her turn to admire his body now.

The stunning male looked unaffected by his utter nakedness. Actually, he laid on her tiny bed with a look of utter confidence. Not completely unfounded- his muscular body could have been sculpted by a Renaissance scholar who imagined the perfect male body.

His cock was already slightly raised, showing the effect she had on him was similar to the wetness that he caused in her. 

He interlocked his hands behind his head, as a smirk appeared on his face, “Like what you see, sunshine?”

“Maybe,” she countered. 

She already missed his touch. 

With slow yet deliberate movements she walked towards the bed again, after which she moved her body over his. 

She felt powerful. 

She felt beautiful. 

Especially with the way he was looking at her. 

With one hand she grabbed his cock in her hand, as she stopped her face just above his. “Accompany me to the gala on Saturday,” he suddenly asked.

He could have asked when he dropped her off at the café, when he picked her up to go to the bookshop when he made dinner, or during dinner, the options were endless.

“You choose now to ask me?” she laughed.

He remained unaffected by her questioning, “Normally I would go for one hour out of obligation. But I never had you as my girlfriend to join me, to show off.”

“I’m more than just a pretty face,” she said against his mouth as she increased her hold on his cock.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he said as he kissed her passionately.

It surprised her. 

It invigorated her. 

It made her say “Yes. Only so I can show you off in public too.”

“I’m also more than just a pretty face,” he countered.

“You also have a pretty cock, but let’s not show that one off. It’s mine.” She teased.

“Just my pretty cock?” he asked.

“You’re also mine,” she responded. As she placed soft kisses all over his body. First his nose, “Mine.” Then down the obsidian trail of hair that showed her the way to her destination, “Mine.”

Then she placed one kiss on the tip of his cock, “mine,” she said as she looked into his eyes and saw him completely lose his mind. Maybe it was her words, maybe it was her mouth on his cock. Maybe both. Either way, she knew she would do anything to see that look again.

Slowly, she raised herself again as she straddled his groin. She brought his hands to the back of her bra, and slowly guided him in unclasping it. The cups stayed firm on her breasts. His eyes looked hungry in anticipation. As if he was malfunctioning in deciding what to do next.

She decided to choose for him, as she slowly dropped her bra, releasing her breasts into the open air. Her nipples immediately hardened in the coldness of the air. Without losing eye contact she lowered her thong and bared herself completely to him.

Azriel didn’t say anything.

 It made her feel as vulnerable as she was naked.

“Az?” she urged. 

“I’m trying really hard not to touch you,” he said in a strained voice she’d never heard before.

“You can touch me,” she urged. Before she said the last word, he jumped up and moved his mouth to her nipple. She still straddled his hips as he held her tightly in his arms. She could feel his hard cock press against her stomach. The sensation caused a closeness she didn’t know she craved.

He sucked on her left nipple with such passion he was like a man starved. He worshipped her in such a way that made her head fall back in pleasure. His attention quickly moved to her other nipple which he sucked in equal fervor. “So beautiful,” he groaned in such desperation it made her feel drunk on him.

His hands roved all over her body as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Turn around,” he ordered in a way that made her immediately obey. 

Her back rested against his chest, as his legs protected her hips.

His hands moved to her breasts as his nose traced soft lines up her neck. His tongue slowly replaced his nose, as he lavishly placed kisses on her neck again. Two of his fingers pinched her nipples before he softly kneaded them. “You are incredible,” he said into her ear.

She let her head fall back in a drunken haze of pleasure. A moan sounded when he traced a path down her breasts to her core. “I want you, Gwyn,”

“Tell me you want me too,” he said before he entered her.

“I need you,” she almost whined.

The words made his finger crash into her in seconds. One of his hands stayed on her breast which he softly kneaded. His mouth sucked on her earlobe or her neck.

One of his fingers crashed in and out of her at a devastating pace. It was quickly joined by another finger that gave attention to her too-sensitive bundle of nerves. All sensations combined became too much. 

Her head fell back into his chest in a desperate attempt not to leave this earth and ascend to heaven. Her entire being melted into his. She bit her lip, hoping the pain would pull her back inside her body.

As his tempo increased, moan after moan escaped her mouth. “Let me hear those divine sounds you make, Gwyn.”

“Don’t hold back.”

It was as if he’d unleashed a secret part within herself. The next time he moved his finger inside of her, the loudest moan she ever made left her body. “Good girl,” he growled into her ear.

She needed to touch him too. Her hand moved behind her back at lightning speed to find the object of her affection. It was rock-hard and ready to go. With some exploratory touches, she found the tip of his cock where precum was already gathered. She slowly spread some in her hand as she moved her hand up and down his shaft.

It was more difficult in this position, but not impossible, as proven by the groan that sounded in her ear. 

She started with slow languid strokes. 

She felt his body shiver under her touch as he said “Fuck Gwyn.”

She could hear his breath hitch as she increased the pace. Before she continued she moved the hand she used for his cock towards her mouth, she swore she could hear him whimper in response. And when she finally placed it back he growled.

Her orgasm was building to the point where she started to go completely limp in his grasp. 

She needed him to be the one to finish first, she didn’t know if she could continue once she climaxed.

“I want you to come for me, love,” she ordered or pleaded, she didn’t know anymore.

Her hand moved in a merciless rhythm, there was nothing gentle about it anymore. He softly bit her neck right before she felt his hips buck and a loud growl escaped his mouth. His cum shot against her back as proof of her victory.

He didn’t need long to collect himself.

Within seconds he increased the touch on her clit as he pushed in and out of her core at a brutal pace. She felt goosebumps erupt all over her body. 

Every nerve ending was on fire, as her muscles tightened right before he pinched her nipple again and she dissolved into pleasure. 

Only he didn’t stop his ministrations. He continued to move in and out of her body, as his tongue spread across the place he just bit. He added another finger to her still throbbing core, as he set an equally devastating pace at her too-sensitive bundle of nerves. 

Before she knew it, another wave of pleasure hit her entire being and her back melted into his chest.

She was completely overtaken by pleasure.

“Good girl,” he said again.

When she regained the ability to move again, she turned around in his grasp to face the master of sex, and the magician of pleasure. Her breasts pressed into his chest, and her core rested on top of his cock. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, and his were wrapped around her middle. Her head rested on his shoulder, as his rested on her hair.

They connected like two puzzle pieces.

Just like they were meant to.

Even though her body didn’t permit it, her soul craved to be even closer.

#gwyn berdara #azriel x gwyn #gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #acotar fanfiction #gwyn acosf #gwyneth berdara #acotar #ao3 fanfic #acotar alternate universe #azriel shadowsinger #a court of silver flames #pro gwynriel #pro gwyneth berdara #gwynrielweeks2023

[your-daily-dose-of-fandoms]

Hi! Can I request a inosuke x reader where like how everyone would react if inosuke had scratches on his back after spending the night with the reader.

AN:

Hi! Thank you for your ask! I was tiptoeing if I should write this or not, hence my rules, but ended up writing this anyways. I thought this would be fitting to a song called "Everybody Talks" by Neon Trees, so I made this kind of a songfic. I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Characters: Inosuke Hashibira

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Everybody Talks

“Hey baby, won't you look my way? I can be your new addiction”

It had been a rocky start, when you and Inosuke first met. He was the total opposite of you; hot-tempered, oblivious, and hungry individual, whereas you were calm and collected, attentive towards others. At least, that’s what you liked to think of yourself. In truth, despite being attentive and often staying calm in demanding situations, you were as hot-tempered as him. You were a good strategist, but that was taken away from your ability to tolerate the certain boar-headed boy. To prove this, during the several years you had travelled with the boys, none of them was spent in peace, you and Inosuke bickering with each other at every chance you got to. The boy got on your nerves, so much that you often would curse him to the ends of hell, murmuring curses under your breath every time he challenged you.

That’s why it was such a surprise to notice the scratched back of your rival after sharing a room together for a night

“Hey baby, what you gotta say? All you're giving me is fiction”

In hindsight, it wasn’t surprising that the both of you got along so well. You must add wood to the fire for it to flare to its full potential. That’s what you did to Inosuke. You were more like gasoline to his fire, letting him flame up and explode into enormous flames every time the two of you crossed paths. He saw everything as a challenge, and you were the best one for him to yet conquer. He couldn’t get enough of the explosions you caused within him, and he grew to be addicted to it, drawn in by your luring aura. After your heated arguments turned into heated make-out sessions, steam and vapor radiating off from your bodies during the quiet and cold nights after sparring, it was clear to him that you were not just an odd phase. He was quick to learn with your lead and he had fallen for you, tripped over the rocks you had set on his way. And it was almost natural to him.

“I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time I found out that everybody talks Everybody talks, everybody talks”

When Inosuke stepped into the training fields by the butterfly estate, with a smug smile on his face, as if he had won a lottery, he wanted nothing more than boast of his victory to others. In his opinion, he indeed had won a lottery. You had been so far the trickiest challenge he’d ever faced, and much to his disliking, he had enjoyed every single moment of it. What came as a surprise, were the stunned and perplexed looks of his comrades, staring at him as if he had just committed a crime and caught red-handed.

“Oh my, oh my...”, Shinobu gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, halting the conversation she was included in.

“Inosuke! Here, take this! I insist!”

Before Inosuke could notice, one of his comrades, Munjiro, was already standing before him, taking off his own haori in hurry, and covering Inosuke’s torso with it.

“What-!”, Before Inosuke could go on, had the certain thunderboy ran up to him already hitting his chest in despair, shouting out incoherent words with worryingly little breaths taken between them. Inosuke could make out words such as “unfair”, “traitor” and “asshole”, and bunch of explicit words which were not appropriate to list nor ones he understood. This made Inosuke to scoff and shake off the haori Gonpachiro had given him, as he grabbed Monitsu by shoulders, shaking him violently from side to side.

“OI! WHat the hell are you talking about?!”

Inosuke stopped, and Monitsu looked at him with a trembling lip, his nose already running, and plenty of tears dripping on his cheeks down to his chin. His eyes were glassy and red. The borders of his eyes were tinted with pink, as all he could whisper was:

“How could you? I thought it was bros before hoes...”

“It started with a whisper And that was when I kissed her And then she made my lips hurt I could hear the chit chat Take me to your love shack Mama's always gotta back track When everybody talks back”

That didn’t stop Inosuke, as the two of you had formed a habit of spending the nights together, of which everyone on the estate knew. Inosuke knew no shame, but often, when Inosuke would walk around the estate, searching for food or going to sparring, he’d surprise his comrades, sometimes even Shinobu, conversing with each other, only stopping in their tracks when Inosuke came in view. This bewildered Inosuke, as he did not know what the huss was about. At times, he’d wish that he’d have Monitsu’s enchanted hearing, so he could know, but on the other hand, he could not care less. He’d puff out his chest, raise his chin, and walk past them, continuing his journey. He’d swear he’d hear whispers following him after, tickling his back with their tiny breaths and silent words, but he would pay no mind to it, keeping up his pace.

At other times, especially if the one talking was Monitsu, the thunderboy would sprint away even at the sight of him, knowing if he stayed there longer, Inosuke would not leave him alone nor alive. The boar-headed boy had caught him gossiping once, and that did not end well. Though, escaping nor time did not help him forgive Inosuke any easier, being reminded of his potential wife’s fate every time he turned his back at him, -literally-, giving him a bitter taste in his mouth. This, unknowing to Inosuke, led to Monitsu casting him a teary-eyed look every time Inosuke wouldn’t notice, with such a venom in it that even Inosuke would halter if he were to see. In Inosuke’s mind, Zenitsu had apparently decided that the right way to treat him, was to honor his superior with silence.

“Hey honey, you could be my drug You could be my new prescription Too much could be an overdose All this trash talk make me itchin' Oh my, my shit Everybody talks, everybody talks Everybody talks, too much”

Oh.

So that was what this was about.

You had just explained Inosuke why everyone was acting so weirdly around him. After a week of suspicious glances being shot at him and tiny whispers tickling his ears, he had finally come to you, admitting his defeat and obliviousness with social interactions.

“Pffft-”, Inosuke snorted, taking off his boar head, as he began to cackle, holding his stomach with his arms, struggling to inhale in between the cackles. This took you by surprise. After the years of knowing him, you still couldn’t claim to know him throughout, as he was like a flag, changing its direction unexpectedly with the wind. Inosuke was now cackling and rolling on the floor, his raucous laughs bouncing off the walls of the room, filling the whole estate with it.

“Idiots! They are idiots! Don’t they know everyone does that!? Even the animals!” He managed to say, not understanding why such a natural thing was considered as a taboo between the corps. It made no sense to him. Why hide such a thing, that gave all of them an opportunity to live in the first place!?

Suddenly, the boy was on his feet, hitting his fist of his palm, as a lightbulb went on overhead.

“Master Inosuke must teach his apprentices a lesson!” Inosuke roared, comical sparkles surrounding him. You couldn’t resist a laugh leaving your lips, covering your mouth in the process, trying not to hurt his surprisingly fragile ego.

“Alright, go ahead, I’m sure they’ll appreciate it”, You encourage him, and off he went on his merry way, nodding enthusiastically to you. In a blink of an eye, he was already gone, and you were left alone, stifling with laughter.

“Oh my, they’re gonna end me for this”

#inosuke imagines #inosuke x reader #demon slayer inosuke #inosuke kny #kimetsu no yaiba inosuke #inosuke hashibira #inosuke x y/n #inosuke hashiriba #inosuke x you #kny inosuke #inosuke kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny

[coco-goat-milk]

That was amazing :0 I'm requesting out of curiosity? Perhaps, Scaramouche, Xiao And Diluc with a Nezuko kamado!S/o?

Nezuko! reader x Scaramouche, Xiao and Diluc

Pronounce: She/him/they, no pronounce mentioned so i won't either!

Warning: Slight spoilers for Nezuko, Xiao and Diluc, violence (a little bit noting concerning)

A/n: Moshi moshi~ sweetie, thank you so much for the compliment! it means a lot to me <3 And yes a very interesting request, the touch-starved tsunderes. Kinda sad not many people ask for the genshin females >:(

Please check my rules!! You can find the rules/request page in my masterlist that is pinned on my blog >:)

Scaramouche

First time meeting:

Meeting him well was quite..eventful...the fandango man isn't very nice as we all know but what made him not yell at you? Maybe your calming presence? We don't know.

As you were just calmly sleeping near the training area for the harbingers, he stomped over to you.

He woke you up and got ready to yell at you, but you just calmly patted his head with a smile.

Scaramouche.exe. has stopped working

He exploded in red and then yelled at you to stop doing that, but you just kept coming back to him to do that.

He liked it.

When you two get together:

Ah yes, our aggressive fandango man has acquired an s/o.

Everyone questioned why such a sweet and cute person like you got together with you. Because he is hot asf.

You usually initiate affection, and he aggressively accepts it with a red face.

Since he has a busy job he doesn't really have time to go on dates but when he has breaks or time to spend with you he brings little gifts.

He does think you are lazy and usually reprimands you for that, you just growl at him and go back to sleep.

He is very bad at comforting you when you tell him about the people you lost, but at least he will try and be more gentle with you.

His anger slightly dims when you enter the room;

Scaramouche glared at the fatui agent in front of him, anger swirling in his eyes, the fatui agent trembled under the small man's gaze. Opening his mouth to yell at the poor guy, the door to the room opened and a person entered. The anger in Scaramouche’s eyes decreased and a smile appeared, the fatui agent fainted on the spot out of fear.

When he finds out that you are protective over him he will be very smug about it.

The little brat will tease you about it.

But he will be even more smug (and a little scared) when he sees you fighting someone for him.

will boast about you and how you are defending him.

Will bark at people who even look at you wrong /srs

He does have a soft spot for you, but he acts all tsundere.

A cute relationship and he secretly is a big simp for you (but don't tell him I said that) and he tries his best to be less aggressive to you, you don't mind though you give him affection and then go to sleep lmao.

Xiao

First time meeting:

He was sitting on top of Wangshu inn when he heard someone approaching him. He wanted to teleport away but the person's scent was what he found quite different from other Mortals.

When you came into view he was kind of shook like who are you, and what are you doing here??

You just calmly walked towards him, and he really just tensed up like a cat.

When you were in front of him, he knew you were very cute but ma’am, sir, person what are you doing?

He was even more surprised when you cupped his cheeks (the ones on ur face perv!) and just gently smiled at him.

That moment he felt as if all the voices were just in the back of his mind and the pain in his body subdued, he declared you an angel on the spot.

Ngl he was about to cry on the spot

You often came back and he just basked in your comfort each time.

When you two get together:

It would be quite difficult since he is after all the conquer of demons.

Yes he has conquered your demon heart...okay i'll stop

He is quite surprised when he finds out about what you are, but..you seem quite laid back so he lets it be.

You both have lost many things and loved ones, although you take more care of him, comforting when needed and such.

He feels angry that you put him above you, like stop what are you doing?? He doesn't want you to see him as weak and wants you to take care of him.

But it doesn't matter because you want him to be happy and feel good.

PDA isn't something Xiao is very fond of but he does like it when you two are alone and you just hold his hand with the sweetest smile, he is stunned each time with your kindness.

You two don't go on dates often but you two just sit together or hug, you also love to make flower crowns and give them to him.

He doesn't like it but for you..yes only for you he will put it on.

You also like to take naps next with him, he doesn't actually sleep he just watches you with the fondest look in his eyes.

He also gives you adepti amulets.

You are very protective over him, when in battle you will protect him, (even though he doesn't need it)

Like he will be shocked, his heart just stopped, his organs failed him, his eyes popped out of his socket, jaw flew to the floor, brain dead on the spot, bones turned to mush-. All in all he is shocked when you basically socked the demon out of existence, and you looked very...um...scary.

You growled and when you turn to him, he thinks for a hot second if you are going to obliterate him from existence as well, but then your eyes meet and he can see how your whole expression changed from an angry one into a happy one.

Y/n: 😡 👹 🤼‍♂️ 🔪 --sees Xiao---> 🤗 🥺 🧎‍♂️ 💍 💓

Xiao: 🧍 The demon: 💀

He is very shocked at your display of strength, but nevertheless pleased that you know how to protect yourself.

The relationship is quite cute and heartwarming since our poor touch-starved bby Xiao needs love and affection<3

Diluc

First time meeting:

It was at night when he was doing his Batman dark knight hero business when he saw a person being ambushed by some hillichurls.

Heading over there to vanquish the hillichurls, the person turned around angrily and with brute strength alone slayed the hillichurl.

To say he was shocked was an understatement, he stands there looking at them shocked when they turn to him.

He cocks his head to the side with the person mimicking him, asking if they were alright.

The person walked towards them and he noticeably tensed up, you however walked towards him and when you stopped in front of him he looked at you in confusion and suspicion.

Taking his hand in yours you gently caressed it, he found this weird comfort in you while you were a complete stranger.

When you two get together:

A lot of heartwarming and comforting moments.

You both have lost a lot of people you loved. While he isn't the best at comforting but his presence is very comforting to you.

While you give him a lot of comfort with your affection, he is a touch starved individual so be careful with him.

He is quite an uptight person while you are the opposite, sometimes it irritates him that you are so lazy/laid back but it also gives him some sort of relaxation.

When he goes to work at the winery you usually take a nap at one of the tables in the back or you just wander over towards the bar and lay there underneath.

He once almost accidentally stepped on you.

He loves it when he comes home and can cuddle up with you and just relax.

Loves taking you on walks when he is free.

You will growl at Kaeya each time he teases Diluc, Diluc has a very smug smirk plastered on his face.

He likes to bring little gifts from time to time.

One time he brought you a bouquet of flowers and you didn't know what to do so just ate them.

He really went 😀

He doesn't really like PDA but does like it behind closed doors.

He already knows of your strength but it still impresses him each time.

You let him rant to you about the knights.

You growl at Donna each time she ‘moans’ about Master Diluc.

He doesn't like it when you dont take care of yourself, he will take care of you <3

Overall a cute and heartwarming relationship with lots of cute moments.

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[supernovafeather]

Hi, this is 1st time requesting lol. Can we get a Leto x Jessica x reader in which she’s in love them both + confession plsssss

Times of Crisis

Leto Atreides x F!Reader x Lady Jessica

Warnings : enemies to lovers, mention of canon violence, angst, fluff.

Even while spending years burning in the sand of this planet you heard of them. The all-mighty Duke that has governed over his ancestors' planet with his beloved Bene Gesserit concubine. How could you not ? You thought most of their story was a legend. How could happy stories happen ehile you were forcing Fremens to work for the Harkonnens ? How could happiness be a thing when you lived in one of the Hells surviving in this galaxy thanks to the money and power it had to offer ?

For weeks you had tried to tame this devouring curiosity at their arrival. Why should you show any benevolence to your future rulers ? The Bene Gesserit already brainwashed the people about their son, a young man not even capable of governing yet, one so pale and calm that you couldn't even imagine him able to hold the reigns of this samdy fireball. What did the Emperor have in mind ? His parents at least offered another image. Something more solid.

At first you thought about keeping your eyes on his concubine, this Lady Jessica. But she came veiled, hidden in most part, far behind her partner. Duke Leto Atreides. Him you could read his behavior more openly, easily. Confident. Conquering. Yet those side eyed glances towards the people screaming for his son from afar, words distorded by the violent and dry wind, trying to catch their young and unexperienced messiah's attention.

Serving them is an honor. Despite your past and his cautious stares, Duke Leto welcomed you among his closest allies to hear from your own mouth how everything had been organized here. What crimes had been committed under your grasp. How much the Harkonnens obtained. Why you did that. Honestly ? You did everything for both money and power. After all what else had you to earn from this hellhole as you heard himself call this in planet ?

Leto Atreides is justice, you discovered with amazement from the corner of the table. And far from being stupid. Your trust in the Emperor sinked significantly now that you follow the Atreides vision of things. But what touched you the most was this visible homesickness in his eyes each time he set his gaze on the huge dunes surrounding the city.

"How was Caladan ?" You asked once as he walks by your side in the outside of his palace in his armor right before the daily heatwave. "I heard it was... cold. Rainy."

He hums, his brown pupils leaving the blinding dunes shining under the ruthless sun.

"Cold... for you at least. For me it has the perfect temperature. Perfect colors." He mumbles as you stop behind a high column protecting you with a huge shadow. "It is certainly something else."

Maybe you gained his trust over the weeks, maybe not. How could you be able to tell with his narrowed eyes and undecipherable face turned to you ?

"I've spent my life on Arrakis." You say. "I can't even imagine another climates. Other colors. Especially with such evasive words."

"Some planets are so cold you would die on the spot, your muscles paralyzed. Some are even so hot than you wouldn't even be able to feel thirst taking your body over. Our galaxy and others are full of surprises." He acknowledges with a nod.

There is something unsettling at the way he stares straight at your soul. It is none as aggressive nor as suggestive as the Baron's gaze as you were surrounded by these poor women whose nudity was barely veiled under their transparent dresses in his presence, their shaved heads lowered to the ground during your reports.

"My Lord. Do you even trust me ?"

He sighs, frowning before looking away to the dunes once more.

"I do."

"You don't."

This attracts his stern glare as he turns to you, raising this tension reigning over the both of you. Yet, he doesn't act like you are about to get attacked. His hands remain under his back. As usual. At least he doesn't feel threatened.

"I can't quite understand what your point is." He admits in a neutral voice. "My answer seems clear to me. I am walking with you. I listen to your opinion everyday. I debate. If I couldn't trust you you wouldn't have kept such privileges."

You snort at this and the Duke raises an eyebrow at your involuntary reaction.

"I apologize." You say with a gaze lowered to the marbled ground. "I got those privileges from you. Not from the Harkonnens. I didn't keep them. I got them. This is the difference."

When your eyes meet his you notice this flash of pity that would come across his face under some circumstances. It's rare, but obvious enough not to ignore. No matter how many barriers he keeps raised between you, you feel more and more attracted as times goes by.

And as painful as it is, you feel the same about his concubine. This Lady Jessica. Colder, but sharing this confidence in every gesture. These glances thrown at anyone surrounding her or her family. The insisting ones she sends you when you don't lower your gaze. But why would you ? The Bene Gesserit leaft its marks on this planet at least as much as the Harkonnens did and targeted the people leaving there, infiltrating their minds to make them adore an invented messiah. You don't know anything about their goals but you fear them. There is no other word to qualify what you feel. Why is there this excited shiver down your spine whenever she defies you calmly ?

"I already told you not to look at me like this, my Lady." She warns you calmly as she stands right in front of you, her eyes staring at your soul in this exact way her concubine's did days earlier.

You discovered those pleasing adrenaline shots each time you defy her openly in private, this tension making you feel both in control and in danger with her. What does she have to hide from you and Duke Leto ? Is she loyal ? Does she love him like in the rumors you have heard about them ? What is she ? Who is she ?

"Why ?" You ask simply as her stern eyes don't leave your face. "Is there any problem my dear Lady ? Anything troubling you ?"

"I do think you have a problem with me." She says as she comes even closer, her displeased features making your heart skip a beat. "Who are you ? An Atreides servant ? Or an Harkonnen one ?"

"I am no servant." You mumble as her lips get closer.

"No servant ? No servant, really ?" She asks in a sour voice. "It's not what I've seen in your files. Obeying those people blindly, like a good little soldier while you made your people suffer. Then obeying us blindly, once again like a good little soldier while taking care of your people. What kind of person are you ? A coward ?"

"Is it a crime to think about my own survival ?" You chuckle darkly as you maintain this hateful eye contact with hers. "May I remind you that without me by your side to guide you, you would have an Harkonnen spy with you instead ?" You ask as she clenches her jaws. "How does that feel to have to trust me ?"

"I don't trust you, Harkonnen."

"I don't trust the Bene Gesserit neither." You snarl as her eyes start watering. "Get out of my planet."

This might have been the ultimate mistake you think as she holds you against the wall, a cold blade on your throat and her nose brushing against yours as you get paralyzed, pressing even harder against the naked and impersonal wall. Where had she learned to fight ?

"Why are you so irritating ?" She asks with her head tilted to the side and her hot and whistling breath tickling your jaw and throat. "Why are you like this all the time ? Why so threatening ?"

"You are the one holding the blade there." You correct her before she presses harder into you, your arms against the wall as you feel this attraction growing endlessly.

"Holding the blade against the woman that served the Harkonnens, that helped them to grow big enough to be a threat to the whole galaxy, even to my own family." She whispers at your ear as you close your eyes in an ultimate weak gesture. "Why do you like to play this much ?"

Your eyes are not the only ones full of desire as she forces you to look at her with her hand on your throat. Her face may be still this cold, but dilated pupils can't lie. Nor this erratic breath. Nor this thumb caressing your cheek before she abandons you there, a last confused glanced sent to you before walking away.

Then comes the day everyone thinks to be your last one as you get dragged away without any explanation from your quarters by two gards as four others walk behind you. A few minutes later you are thrown to the ground in front of the ruling couple, your knees hitting the floor hard enough to make you groan in pain. A soldiers pulls on your hair to force you to keep a straight stance, your knees still on the ground. You wonder what you could have done - or more exactly what the Harkonnens could have done before their departure - to have Leto Atreides fulminating like this as he stands in front of you.

"Are you the one who planned to kill my son ?"

"I-I beg your pardon my Lord ?" You ask with a genuine confusion.

"Are you the one who tried to kill my son." He snarls between his clenched teeth, disdain and frustration clear in his eyes.

"No... no what happened ?"

You turn your head to Lady Jessica not far from there as she rises her head defiantly at you only to look you down even more than she was already.

"What happened is that my son almost got killed in his chambers. That's what happened."

"I have absolutely nothing to do with it my Lord, I was either in my chambers or with our soldiers." You say confidently not to get crushed by anxiety.

"Jessica." The Duke mumbles as he lets his place to his concubine. "You two, give her a chair."

You jolt at the noise made by the piece of furniture thrown next to you and have no choice but to let them sit you on it by force. You have to obey and follow whatever is going to happen to you. If you learned one thing from this House it's that attacking a member of their family would mean having the rest of them tracking you down until you get crushed under their boot. It's no time for misunderstanding and attitude.

"Tell me." Jessica says quietly as for some reason she kneels in front of you, her hands clasped on your thighs. "Tell me what you know."

She is acting all sweet but still wear this cold mask. Your heart is pounding and you look up at the Duke standing by your left, his back turned to you.

"I know nothing." You claim as you peer down at her. "I did nothing and don't know anything about it."

But then her next "tell me" doesn't sound the same anymore. Her tone is stern, the world around you seeming to bend differently to the universe laws.

"I don't know anything about it my Lady." You say out of nowhere.

"Tell me how loyal you are to Arrakis."

"I'd die for it."

"Tell me if you would ever hurt Paul."

"I would never."

"Tell me if you are an Harkonnen agent."

"I am not."

You can only comply fully, your brain unable to formulate any question. The little voicein your head got erased, replaced by hers and her questions.

"Tell me how loyal you are to House Atreides."

"I would follow its members till my last breath."

It stops and you blink, now feeling uncomfortable and exposed to her, the Duke and the soldiers behind you. It was one thing to get beat up and threatened of all kind of things by Harkonnens, but getting your mind obedient to a sole voice was somewhat more terrifying.

You lower your head as Jessica whispers something at Leto low enough not to be understood by anyone else. This was not over for you.

"Leave this room and wait in the hallway, soldiers." The Duke commands.

He may not have the same powers as her, but the men obey with the same efficiency. Once the door closed...

"I am sorry for what just happened." Jessica says as she rubs her palms. "But... as you know now someone tried to assassinate our son. With a tiny robot that managed to find its way to his room."

You don't reply, still too disturbed by how easy it is for her to tame people's mind. The Bene Gesserit definitely is something horrible. You learned to trust her throughout time but do they all have that power ? It's now the most unsettling thought you've had in a while. No wonder they can infiltrate any House and any planet.

"I... I understand." You say hesitantly.

It's painful not to be trusted by them but could you really complain about it ? You always acted like the insufferable former Harkonnen agent. If you had not better conteol over your own emotion you think you would have ended up in tears out of humiliation.

The Duke's hand rests on your shoulder, probably feeling the conflicted feelings running wild in your head. It anchors you to reality, protecting you more than you would have thought. Spreading this warmth you had no choice but to let grow day after day.

"I have one last question." Jessica starts gently.

You squirm away from her but Leto keeps his grasp on you in an encouraging gesture. By looking up at him you notice the warning he sends Jessica with his gaze.

"I won't use the Voice on you again. Do not fear me." She assures you.

You nod in response, unsure of what to do now.

"Leto and myself asked ourselves why you kept acting the way you did. You had no reason to make us think you were still working for them."

"They have spies everywhere. Guards. Maids. Soldiers."

Leto's hand now rests on your other shoulder as Jessica looks up at him, herself seeming hesitating for once.

"We noticed how it contradicts your gaze."

You frown at this and she walks closer to you before kneeling again. Their actions are confusing.

"The both of us noticed that it doesn't match your attitude. It grew towards something... different."

Her hands take yours softly, letting you some time to protest. As you don't she rubs up your forearms then down your fingers several times. The silence stretches for such a long time that your dry throat becomes unbearable, forcing you to clear it.

"What... what do you..."

"You survived to a reign of Harkonnens on such a hostile planet as Arrakis." Leto states simply as you avoid his gaze. "Trust us there is nothing to fear there. You are innocent of what happened to our son. But we need you to be honest with us."

"You already know I'm loyal to your House." You protest faintly as Jessica rubs your cheek and looks at you directly. "I already told you everything."

"Not everything. Not this little thing that could change the future." Jessica whispers. "This little thing the Harkonnens and the Emperor couldn't predict. And from what I know, not even the Bene Gesserit. Am I wrong ?"

"I doubt the Bene Gesserit couldn't plan this, they can do everything."

"So... do you confirm this was not an illusion ?"

You nod. You have no idea why this could change the future according to her. For the first time you see a smile on her face, a brief one then swallowed by this tension fed by the recent events. Still, she kisses the back of your hands once each.

"We need everyone to counter the Harkonnens." Leto says. "War is imminent, as you know. If anything happens to one of us, or to the both of us, Paul will need someone to protect and guide him. We trust you with our life, just like you trust us with yours."

This pops the bubble around you with cruelty as Jessica stands up. What drove them to ask your feeling is this pressing need to protect their family at all costs. The gentle kiss on the corner of your lips from Jessica soothes your soul, as well as the one on the top of your head from Leto. Your brain gets foggy as he rests his forehead affectionately against yours, but it's nothing compared to the tender kiss pressed against your lips.

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