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astarionancuntnin · 19 days

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Midnight's Embrace

summary: you can’t recall the last time you had a real, good night of sleep. your fight with the netherbrain is approaching fast and your anxiety is only increasing. halsin proposes to try a special brand of herbs to alleviate your mind. turns out this herb also awoke something else in you.

rating: E

word count: 3k

pairing: astarion x you x halsin (fem!reader)

cw: 18+. smut, porn with no plot, late act 3 business, reader is tav, massage turning into something more, polyamory, reader is sandwiched between her two bfs, recreational drug use, stoned sex, mildly dubious consent due to drug intake (reader & astarion), praise kink, threesome, dry humping, blood/vampire bites, unprotected sex, anal fingering and penetration, double penetration, creampie, aftercare, overall sane safe and as consensual as one can be under the influence.

a/n: taking a smol break from my angsty writing to deliver some smut goodness. hope you enjoy! (i sure did)

a/n²: this is absolutely self-indulgent stuff and i will not be sorry about it. i wish i had two loving boyfriends fucking me while i was high, is that so much to ask

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You can’t recall the last time you had a real, good night of sleep.

Since your arrival in Baldur’s Gate, your nights have been restless, and your anxiety related to your upcoming fight with the Netherbrain has only increased. It’s not uncommon for you to wake up sweating in the middle of the night, panting, and checking your surroundings. You feel as if you’re only one inconvenience away from crumbling and your lovers are worried about you. You keep trying to reassure them that you’ll be fine once the Netherbrain is dealt with, but they won’t hear you out; you’ve only ever taken care of your companions since the start. Everyone has found their peace but you.

Halsin and Astarion urged you to start to focus on yourself, and you wanted to, but the truth is you had no idea where to start; you were used to taking care of everyone else, your own wellbeing never crossed your mind. One night, after Astarion feeds on you, he mentions how tense you are, and that he would gladly massage your neck to help with the tension you've accumulated. This makes you think about asking your other companions about their own techniques to decompress. Throughout the day, you ask around: “what do you do when you’re stressed out?” Shadowheart mentions that she meditates and stretches, and while it’s not a bad idea, with your mind constantly racing, you doubt you’d be able to easily meditate. Lae’zel mentions practice dueling, which she usually partakes with Wyll, and although it seems to be working for them, you wanna try to avoid more fighting before your upcoming fight.

That’s when Halsin tells you about the medicinal benefits of some herbs, and how they could help you relax. Although you’ve never tried, you’re open to the idea; you’ll try anything that could potentially ease your night terrors. You spend the next day marching the streets to reach an herb shop. As you enter, a lady greets you cheerfully, offering her help to find you exactly what you need. They offered a great variety of consumables infused with their many strands available : pastries, desserts, drinks and potions, candies; if you could imagine it, they had it. The lady explains the effect each of their products have and their specialities. After looking around, you settle on a cookie with Midnight’s Embrace, a sleep inducing herb. You thank her and head back to the Elfsong for the night.

You finish your meal with the special cookie and soon after, you bid your companions goodnight before fetching your partners to accompany you through the night. After all, you still intend on holding Astarion to his word about that massage he mentioned the other night, and Halsin promised to be by your side as this was your first time consuming something like this.

You had reserved the room with the biggest bed they had, just for this occasion. You reach for the bed first, lying comfortably on your chest, ready for your long-awaited massage. Halsin is next to join you, removing his shirt to get comfortable before sitting next to you with his back against the headboard, and Astarion joins soon after, kneeling behind you. The pale elf straightens up before laying his hands on your back, wasting no time to work through the knots in your tired muscles. The relief you feel is almost instant.

Halsin combs through your hair, pushing it aside to reveal your blissful face. “How are you feeling?”

“Sooooo good. A massage was the best idea.”

As it turns out, the massage combined with the herb-induced dessert enhanced each other, as the effect of the cookie you ingested earlier had already started settling in. When the lady mentioned they were “fast-acting”, you didn’t expect almost spontaneous-acting. Your skin feels more sensitive – in a good way – but you know that it’s the effect of the drugs, as if every touch was the softest caress you’ve received, and you found yourself leaning in the vampire's strong and graceful grip, only wanting more. As he makes his way to your lower back, a few unconscious moans escape your mouth before you can stop them.

“I take it that you’re enjoying yourself, then?” Astarion asks, smiling, in response to your moaning.

“It’s just… your hands…” you sigh content, leaning into his touch. “They feel amazing.”

“I'm happy to provide, my love.”

His dexterous hands turn you to putty and you wish you could feel more, every inch of your body yearning for attention. He keeps working on your back while you reach out to Halsin, his much bigger hand holding yours tightly. You slightly turn your head to be able to look at him.

“I… want you to touch me too.”

“Tell me where you need me, my heart.”

“Can you hold me? I want to be held by you two.”

The two men look at each other in understanding before repositioning themselves on each side of you ; Astarion hugging your waist from behind, nuzzling himself in the crook of your neck, and Halsin sheltering you in his arms, his head resting on top of yours.

The effects of the cookie kept getting stronger : you felt lighter, more peaceful and happier, your mind was clear from any lingering anxiety, only taking in the love surrounding you. In the comfort of their arms, you let your hands roam over the archdruid's chest, exploring each crevasse. The drugs made you more sensitive, especially down there, and it doesn’t take you long to feel a familiar warmth pool down to your stomach. You gently rub your thighs together, chasing the feeling growing between your legs, when you feel the man behind you slightly pull away.

“Hold on, are you–” He raises his head to look down your waist, “Oh, you little devil. You are touching yourself!”

It seems that you had lost all awareness, not realizing your movements were brushing against Astarion’s groin. Your blood rushes to your face and you suddenly feel warm, “I– Gods, I didn't realize–”

He clicks his tongue, “None of that. We're here for you to feel better, remember? Now, tell us, what does your heart desire?”

“I…” You feel bashful for all the thoughts swirling around your mind, unable to speak them aloud: you wish to be taken at once by both of your lovers, having them make you feel whole as they fill you with their love, touch, kiss, bite, every part of your body. Surely, you're influenced by the herbs, but you can't deny that even sober, the thoughts have crossed your mind. The drugs simply allowed them to wander freely and amplify them slightly.

You finally manage to get a few words out, barely expressing the full extent of your carnal desires, “I want you… Both… to… massage me… everywhere.”

Halsin cups your face softly, kissing your forehead before getting up. “Let's get you comfortable, shall we?”

You nod hazily, and he helps you remove your camp clothing, before removing the rest of his own, leaving you both naked on the bed. While Halsin was helping you dress down, Astarion allowed himself to remove his own shirt, providing you the skin-on-skin you desired from both of them, all the while respecting his own boundaries. Now comfortably nestled between your lovers, you let your hands explore the man facing you. His warmth is overwhelming and you can't stop touching him, languidly going over his chest and shoulders, your concentration faltering.

“I believe our beloved is rather hungry tonight,” Astarion says, smiling.

The archdruid makes eye contact with you, lovingly holding your cheek, “Is this what you want, my love?”

“Yes, please, I've never wanted anything more,” you plead, now with a breathy voice.

Halsin gives you a soft smile and his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. Your hips buck on their own, brushing over Halsin’s cock already awakening to your touch

Astarion keeps massaging your tits, never letting you go from his embrace and starts kissing your neck.

“Do you like that, my sweet?” He said between two kisses.

“Y- yes… please… more.”

He drags his hand alongside your body, his nails lightly grazing your skin, tracing every curve, every scar and mark on your body, leaving goosebumps in its trail, before landing over your ass.

“Like this?” He asks with a husky voice.

“Yes…” you breathe out.

Halsin follows Astarion's lead, his own hand caressing your side before landing on your thigh, lifting it up to hook your leg around his waist.

“How about this?”

His hand finds its way to your cunt, softly stroking along your entrance.

You sigh content, your hips bucking into him more, trying to make his fingers enter you.

“More…I need more…”

The archdruid slides his finger inside you, giving you exactly what you want and you moan, letting your nails dig in the muscles of his arm. He steadies his rhythm and your hand finds its way in Astarion's hair, pulling him closer to you. His lips reach your ear, guided by your hand.

“By the gods, you're so beautiful,” he says, nibbling on your ear, getting a whimper out of you, as he leaves a trail of kisses down the nape of your neck.

The attention from your lovers makes you squirm under them as every inch of you is yearning for more contact. Halsin rewards your movements by entering you with a second finger and you cry out of pleasure.

“Keep singing for me my love,” Halsin says.

His fingers working your cunt and his thumb rubbing over your clit only awaken something stronger in you.

“Please Halsin, I need you.”

“You will have me, my heart.”

Your other hand reaches for his cheek, forcing him to look into your eyes, “All of you.”

He reads the urgency in your gaze and he removes his finger from you, giving them a taste and humming at your essence.

“By the Oak Father, you taste like the sweetest of honeys, my love.” His voice is deep, but soft; you can hear the admiration he holds for you, your body, your soul, and it only makes you want him even more.

He places his cock at your entrance before slowly pushing in fully, and you hold onto his face, taking in deep breaths as he gives you time to adjust to his size.

“Look at you…” Astarion whispers close to your ear. “You're taking him so well, my love,” he rewards you by groping your nipples, lightly pinching them in the process.

You arch your back at the sensation, giving him easier access to not only your breast, but your neck as well, and his mouth instinctively finds its way to the familiar spot of his feeding. His cold tongue traces over your pulsating vein, seemingly asking for permission, and yet, you were the one reduced to a pleading mess.

“Please...”

He hums in the crook of your neck and you feel his smile against your skin, “Please what?”

Your chest rises higher with each breath you take “Bite me.”

He holds your head back by lightly pulling your hair and sinks his teeth into your neck. You cry out at the initial sting and quickly get lost in the feeling. The flow of your blood leaving your body is even more ecstatic than usual; as if you could feel the blood in every vein in your body being pulled away as Astarion drank from you ravishingly. Knowing your limits and accounting for the condition you're in, he pulls back earlier than usual, and you whine at the loss of his mouth only to moan more as Halsin finally starts moving inside you. What the vampire hadn’t thought of was the effect your blood was going to have on him, now that it was mixed with the drugs you took earlier. It wasn't rare for him to get hard drinking from you, but he usually dismissed the feeling since you've discussed taking things slow. This time however, his cock felt rock hard and the drugs now flowing through him made him chase the feeling that the fabric rubbing over him was providing.

He grabs your waist, grinding into your back, while Halsin pumps in and out of you with slow strokes. With any restraint gone, Astarion pushes his hips into you, rubbing himself down through his trousers. By now, his need is clearly showcased by the pre-come stain on his pants, and the head of his cock poking out of his waistband, flushed pink by your blood running through it.

Halsin notices Astarion's mood change and he reaches out to hold his face, bringing him back to him, before he can act on impulse.

“Do you want this?”

His eyes are sincere and caring; granted the reasons they're in this situation is for you, but that doesn't undermine their own needs as well. Astarion nods, affirming his consent, before freeing his erection to show his intentions. Now certain that his lover wanted this as much as himself, Halsin made sure you were ready for them.

He cups your face and gently strokes your cheek. As if he had read your mind earlier, he asks, “Do you think you can take us both, my heart?”

“Yes,” your voice is merely a whisper, but the lust you express is clear nonetheless.

He removes himself from inside of you to wet his fingers with your juices, only to take them back out to move them down to your tight hole. His finger coated by your slick gently enters your ass and you gasp at the sensation, surprised at first, but welcoming it as you push down against him. He slides a second finger and you moan in pleasure.

“That's my good girl.”

He prepares your hole, making sure you're accustomed to the feeling, then removes his fingers to spit in his hand, now to prepare Astarion for you. He grasps the vampire's length and slowly strokes him. Astarion hisses at the initial contact, but quickly melts into his touch, bucking his hips into Halsin's wet hand. The archdruid aligns his partner's cock at your tight entrance while he positions himself back against your pussy, ready to enter you again. He asks for one final permission.

“Are you ready, my love?”

With partly lidded eyes, you nod and whisper a faint yes, and he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss, while his hips and Astarion's thrust into you at once.

You cry into his mouth, both overwhelmed by their sizes and the friction having both of them at the same time provided, and behind you, the vampire growls, steadying himself inside your ass. Having both him and Halsin inside you like this was a sensation you couldn’t begin to describe. It’s everything you ever wanted, you feel whole, but also vulnerable; you were entirely at their mercy, and you wouldn’t be able to get out from their strong hold on you, especially not in the state you’re in. You're completely helpless, caged between their imposing arms and legs, and yet, you’ve never felt more safe than you do right at this moment. For once, you could let go, let yourself be guided, your life between their hands.

You’re brought back to the moment when they start moving, picking up a slow and steady pace, and you let yourself be used by them; while one pulls out, the other enters you fully. You’re rendered speechless, reduced to moans and soft cries, but your lovers make sure to fill in for your silence.

“You feel so good.” The voice behind you groans close to your ear. His grip on your hips tightens, with his sharp nails lightly digging into your soft skin.

“So deliciously wet, just for us.” A honeyed voice praises you more and you start to lose your hold.

“Gods, you’re so fucking tight.”

“You're doing so well.”

Their words of praise worked like a charm on you, and they knew the effect it had on you. They noticed how you reacted to encouragement on the battlefield, and it applied just as much in bed.

“My love.”

“My good girl.”

The shock to your mind hits you like lightning. You convulse between them, crying out as electricity runs through you, your walls tightening against their cocks, milking them dry.

“Ugnnh I'm– ah fuck- I'm close.”

“Mnh- my heart, I’m gonna come–.”

You're still going through your first orgasm when you feel a second one hitting you brutally as they shoot ropes of come inside both of your holes, leaving you overflowing from them.

The sensation numbs you out entirely, still spasming around their members, but completely spent and breathless. Your mind is blank, with nothing but pure bliss swirling around. As if you were between two worlds, switching from dream to reality, you barely feel your lovers pull out of you and move around, cleaning themselves and you. You think you hear a distant voice saying “let’s get you cleaned up” as you’re lifted up from the bed. You don’t notice Astarion removing the ruined sheet, but too tired of his own to care about replacing it with another, and snuggling back in bed. You’re laid down next to him and you instinctively reach out for him; your hand reaching out for his, laying close to his undead heart, and your forehead leaning over his shoulder. Finally, the archdruid slides behind you, covering you three with a warm blanket, his arm circling over your waist. At long last, you let yourself drift to sleep in his loving embrace.

For the first time in weeks, you get a real, good night of sleep.

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twunkbirthzey · 4 days

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it's so funny that dnps twink asses cannot comprehend why sister daniel and phlonde phil together are a lesbian couple...

first, it's about dan's "angel" comment and it's direct association with religion ie. sister daniel but that's just the surface,

for me it's all about the performance. with sister daniel it's more obvious, it's literally a costume, somewhat a drag performance, where dan becomes this hyperfeminine version of herself with a different personality, which i think is something a lot of queer women/afab people can relate to. as an afab nb person myself i know all too well how we can curate this feminine persona to be safer in public, or just bc we think we have to be that way in society. on the other side, we took this idea, and obv with the immense effect of drag culture, made it a celebration. butler cooked so hard by sayng gender is a performance and a repetitive act, and sister daniel is a parodied celebration of this hyperfemininity, subverted in a way that both dan and us enjoy, embracing it through laughing at it a little bit, and learning love and celebrate femininity without patriarchal enforcement.

for phlonde phil, it's a bit more loreful i think. we've been calling phil a lesbian endearingly for such a long time, and even dan said this recently in a video. i think that comes from his unique expession of masculinity. phil has always been more confined in his gender roles, but not in a negative way he's just.. more masculine presenting than dan in terms of his haircuts and fashion choices etc. but ofc as a queer individual he's so much flexible in that, and accepting of everything even if he doesn't partake in it. we all know that phil is a softer person, which gives me flashbacks of "smol bean" shit that the phandom did back then, but it is true that he's more whimsical and stereotypically feminine in his personality. and then the phlonde phil pic dropped. (and my life changed) he looks... more curated. the croptop, the biker jacket, and the tilted pose are not what we normally see from phil. it's more performative. which is by no means used as a negative thing here. he's feeling himself and im in love w him but the point is he's projecting this edgier, more masculine aura, which mirrors the masc lesbian stereotype, the softer presence is still there, yet he chooses to look more edgy and is so happy doing it.

and putting the two next to each other you get a "stereotypical" butch/femme couple, both playing and bending heteronormative roles and looking sick as fuck while doing it. and it fills my heart with joy.

im not a lesbian myself but ive been queer for too long and i know a lesbian serve when i see one, and i love them, thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

#dan and phil #daniel howell #dan howell #sister daniel #phil lester #amazingphil #dnpg #dapg #lesbian #happy pride month #phan #phandom #phlonde #i am going insane #phangender #dangender

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wandagcre · 9 months

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Headcannons for Sam with a smol bean gf? Bonus, Sams reaction to said smol bean standing on Sams toes to kiss her? 👀

sam with a smaller girlfriend

SHE'S HAVING THE TIME OF HER LIFE. it was an adorable change for once that she easily welcomed. most people (men) she have dated tends to tower over her and for a long time sam doesn't know what to feel about that

i think because of her height she tends to feel protective of you too? especially when going out. sam feels like her height being a part of the taller ladies side gives her an advantage to look intimidating

she's the type to hold your arm and push you right beside her, effectively shielding you when both of you are surprised

that's absolutely your usual case when you go to some silly horror houses with sam, btw 😭

in reality she's more like a golden retriever gf with that action let's be honest

more with your small height.. sam doesn't notice it first until you guys became close and eventually got together. the longer time you guys bonded, she took in the details, how her arm dangled on your shoulder with your small height or how she has to look down a little to meet your eyes

the fact that solidified this is even way before your first kiss with her too. sam glances your way and you don't even notice her 🥹 (definitely pushed her to be more obvious with indicating how she likes you)

SPEAKING OF FIRST KISS. sam had her hands on the pocket of her jacket, her bottom lip almost bleeding out of nervousness because she swears that she felt the spark. sam leans down closer to you and sees you on your tiptoes, trying to close the gap between you too. HER HEART WITH YOUR SIGHT... gah sam is so endeared by you ;(

"next time i might just carry you, you know. so i can kiss you better." sam winked, smoothly saying this after your first kiss with her. meanwhile, you're just flustered and hopelessly red at the image she provided you with.

sam liked how you depend on her to reach for things. she liked doing groceries with you and the first time it happened, you were determined to get one from the top shelf and it was definitely an injury in the making! but luckily she saw you and picked it up for you with a huge smile on her face

eventually, sam getting stuff for you on higher shelves became a wordless thing, she always does it with the addition of ruffling your hair. just because ;( and when you squint at her, looking playfully appalled? she thinks you're the cutest okay

sometimes she caresses your hips too in the process, she loves little intimate things like that!!

when you got into sharing clothes, sam can't help but giggle and melt at your sight. you both share a liking towards oversized clothes but when you wear some of sam's, it literally fits you like a dress and she melts at this <3

sam also loves how you try to tidy her up, like her shirt's collar is a bit messy or that she's got a crumb on her lips. you tap on her shoulder and sam already knows to crane her neck closer and lower to you, and the way you kiss her lips or cheek right after!! oh her heart is about to burst, honestly ;(

#request #sam carpenter x reader #headcanons #anon

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atoriid · 4 months

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There’s a thief among us

-flash fic-

summary: Half of your closet has been missing…who could it possibly be?

incl.: Hint of established relationship, pet names, crack, implied male reader, but could be viewed as gender neutral reader, time stamp!: before shit went down bad

pairing/s: Gojo Satoru x male reader, Gojo Satoru x gn reader

warning/s: none

note: it was supposed to be a smol drabble but uh it got too long for that whoop!

It seems like there’s a thief in the dorms. The evidence was indisputable, seeing as almost half of your closet is empty. You searched through your hanged clothing looking for your uniforms. !!!Multiple sets, gone!!!

“What the heck-” You began to rummage through your drawers. “What?”

Your drawers were also half empty. “Even the underwear drawer?!”

“What the hell is going on??” You scratched your head trying to remember if you recently did your laundry and forgot to fetch it? You looked all over your room, examining every corner anywhere your clothes could’ve ended up at.

None

“Well damn…” You breathe out a defeated sigh, hands in a praying position. “Yaga-sensei, I am extremely sorry in advance.”

You ran into Geto on your way to your classroom, he raised a questioning eyebrow, looking at you up and down. “Dude, why are you-”

“Not in uniform?” Your eyes reflected someone who’s clearly defeated. “Geto…I think there’s a thief in our midst.”

“Ha?” You placed your hand on his shoulder for dramatic effect.

“Gege, half of my closet is missing.” To your irritation, Geto burst out laughing. “Geto Suguru! I’m serious! Half of my closet’s missing!”

The bitch continued to laugh. “Geto! Stop it! I’m miserable here!”

Geto shook his head, amused by your misery. “Fine, fine, it is so unfortunate your clothes are gone.”

You glared at him, suspicion clear on your face. “You know something…”

“Dude, you're the only one that’s in the dark.” He snickered as he slid open the classroom door.

“Whad ya meannn??” You followed him inside and then closed the door; at first, you only saw Shoko sitting in her chair reading some magazine. “Shoko! Be careful, some pervert took my clothes! Even my underwear!”

“Oh? How unfortunate…” She nonchalantly flipped a page.

“Shoks! Not you too!”

Sighing, Shoko took her eyes off her magazine and pointed to the side. “Do yourself a favour and look over at Gojo.”

“Huh?” Confused, you slowly looked at the direction. Lo and behold, the one and only Gojo Satoru animatedly talking to Geto…wearing your uniform.

“Gojo Satoru!” He jumped from his seat before cheekily looking at you. Geto, knowing what’s about to happen backed off.

“Yesh~?” You power walked to him. Satoru couldn’t help but gulp, not because he’s scared-oh no no, he’s the strongest; he ain’t scared of anything. He found your angry face quite hot.

You slammed one hand on his desk, roughly pulling on the collar of your uniform that is currently being worn by the Satoru. “Mind telling me what you're doing with my uniform?”

He nervously chuckled, “I dunno what you mean, handsome.”

Your grip tightened; Satoru wished it was his neck instead.

“Give me my uniform, Toru.” The gall of this boy to stick his tongue out at you. “Toru! If Yaga-sensei sees me like this, he’s gonna have my head on a stick!”

“Not my problem, pretty boy.” Having none of it, you swiftly tried to unbutton the shirt. He theatrically crossed his arms holding onto his shoulders, swinging side to side. “Ah! Yamete kudasai! Take me out on a date first!”

“I already did, you doofus!” Satoru shrieked and started to playfully slap your hands away as you tried to slide the sleeves off him.

“Not in front of Shoko and Suguru babe!”

Before you could yell back, the classroom door slammed open. “Gojo Satoru! Y/n L/n! What the hell is going on?! L/n, stop undressing Gojo!”

word count: 578

☆masterlist☆

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x male reader #x male reader #x reader #x gn reader #fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #crack fic

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sunnysidewrites · 2 months

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Demon prince!Seungcheol

Inspired by this prompt: “I’m a demon, not a hot water bottle. Stop cuddling me.” “But you’re so warm.” “Like hell. Fire, brimstone, eternal burning.” It had absolutely no effect whatsoever, and the demon sighed, wrapping one arm around the other. This is my re-debut (although not sure if this counts as a re-debut or if it's just a one-time thing) after nearly a 6-year hiatus and needless to say I am extremely nervous and excited!!! (talking in idol terms luv that) I am hoping that also means my writing quality has matured as well (I think??? or not but guess we will find out)! This is for everyone who knew me back then and is still around to see this play out! sorry if it's not the best i am EXTREMELY rusty but hope you enjoy lovelies <3333

wow omg it’s great to dive into writing after so long im getting emotional

you know the drill folks let’s get to it!!

Humans and demons have lived in co-existence for centuries and it’s more or less a chaotic neutral environment given the unique circumstances of these 2 different… races?

It can be difficult to distinguish the demons with the humans since they try to blend in seamlessly for their own sense of peace and security

Despite a big chunk of demons integrating with humans, there are still parts around the world, albeit small, where they have their own territory to control

They usually operate in more traditional political systems, such as still maintaining kings and queens

Humans can live there as well, but it is predominantly demons who are seen as the norm and the former as commoners/lower class

You happen to be one of the lowly commoners who have been working as a maid in the castle since you were young

you and Seungcheol, the Crown Prince, were actually kinda close as kids!!

you could tell all he wanted to do was let loose and have fun but was forced to follow the rules and take everything seriously 24/7

even as a 5 y/o you could see how much he yearned to be a regular kid but duty calls :”((

there were many times you hung out together in secrecy since you as a lowly maid could not be caught DEAD associating yourself with someone of such a high status

and add being human on top of that!! <3

But Seungcheol didn’t care you were literally his first and only friend at the time

Any time a guard looked for him, he and you would duck somewhere to hide together, stifling your smol little giggles im dead

As he grew up and more burdens were placed on his shoulders, you could no longer keep the same innocent, playful friendship between the two of you

Your interactions with him went from running around in the garden to stealing quick looks at each other when you passed by him in the hallways

He went from a happy lil child to a very assertive, stoic man who always picked his kingdom over anything

Despite his new persona, he would occasionally still show you very rare displays of fondness??

You would sometimes randomly find gifts on your bed with a note and well it doesn’t take a genius to know who it’s from

“I swiped the last cookie for you before Penny stole it and I know you would become a demon yourself if someone took your sweets”

“I noticed your uniform was ragged and a little ripped so here’s a new set. be more careful or our next encounter won’t be as pleasant”

“Here’s an extra blanket loser don’t freeze to death on me”

Your heart feels warm knowing that he still shows you his softer side to you while he’s practically a statue to everyone else

Now you were both in your mid-twenties and he’s been busier than ever with political meetings and social gatherings

You were his main maid since out of all of the staff, you were the only one who could really put up with his absurd requests and got along with him in a manner no other maid could, even the older ladies

There were times he summoned you to his headquarters for the sole reason of wanting some company

He would bring up some dumb question and you would be like no offense but this is kinda useless

But little did you know he would do that intentionally to see you crack a little smile, maybe even a laugh in there since he’s been seeing you look more despondent lately

“Even though we can’t run around the palace like how we did as kids, I’m still here. I’m the same Seungcheol – well, actually not really but I still look out for your wellbeing”

“Thanks, not-the-same-Seungcheol”

It’s rumored that the Crown Prince is coming of age to take over the throne soon, but before doing so he needs to find a bride yes it’s one of those tropes ok deal with it

You’re cleaning the hallways one day with some other maids and you can’t help but overhear their gossip

“Did you hear Prince Seungcheol is now engaged??? I think it was just last week”

Your ears perk up and your scrubbing slows down slightly so you can focus on their conversation

“Yeah, I heard the woman is a princess from some neighboring kingdom… It’s really hitting soon that he’ll be the new king”

“I don’t know how long she is going to last… he’s so cold and doesn’t seem to care about anyone. but what can you expect from a demon?”

They both giggle and move to another room to continue cleaning and you can’t help but feel fired up from the way they were talking about him as if they knew anything about him

Sure, he was not really the friendliest and was very brutally honest with his curt words but it didn’t make him a bad person

Your heart aches after hearing the news and you recall a past talk you had with Seungcheol when you were younger

“Do you believe in love?” you asked him, the both of you lying down on the grass while looking up at the vibrantly blue sky

“Pshh, not really. Father always said marriage is for the people, not for love”

“But shouldn’t you love someone in order to marry them? you will be spending the rest of your life with them”

“I don’t think that is what he wants from me. I would be letting him down”

“Is that what you really want, though? to be stuck with someone you have no feelings for?”

he sighs deeply and looks down. “Well, I guess not… I do care a lot for someone”

your heart dropped. guess he already has his eyes set on someone else. “o-oh, well that wouldn’t be fair to you or to them right?”

he shakes his head, quickly glancing at you before looking away. “but it wouldn’t work out anyway. I wouldn’t want to drag them into the mess of my world. I want them to be free of what I go through. I just hope they know I’ll always care for them from afar.”

You shake your head out of a daze, painfully reminded of how raw that moment still feels

I wonder if he still cares for that person he mentioned, you think to yourself as you continue scrubbing the tiles. But what does it matter now that his future is sealed with someone else?

Shortly after that day, it was formally announced to the kingdom that the Crown Prince and the soon-to-be Crown Princess will be holding a wedding ceremony in just a short few weeks

On the outside, you smile politely and clap your hands but it takes every fiber of your being to not want to fling the door to your cramped bedroom and collapse on your bed and spill the tears you were desperately attempting to hold in

As you stared at him and his fiancee out the balcony waving to everyone, you swear you thought you saw him give you a forlorn look that lasted for a millisecond before he returned to his usual expressionless state

From that moment on, you barely saw Seungcheol at all

This man was constantly getting pulled in all different directions, especially with the royal wedding around the corner

The night before his big day, he summons you to his room again and your mind is buzzing with loads of thoughts of what he could possibly want to talk to you about

You cautiously enter and close the door slowly before turning back towards him

He looks more disheveled than usual, his hair tousled, his usual prince attire crinkled and slightly unbuttoned

“You look stressed, what's wrong??”

He closes his eyes and sighs for a moment before slowly opening them again and says while still not making eye contact with you, “I… I feel like I’ll have so many regrets once tomorrow comes”

You’re like why is that??

“Do you remember me mentioning I cared a lot about someone back then?”

Your heart drops to your stomach. “Yes… why?” thanks for the reminder

“I keep thinking about them… and all of these what-ifs. I know I can’t do anything about it, but–”

“Of course you can do something about it! I know you’re a stickler for the rules, but if the cost is your happiness, is it really well worth it?”

He shakes his head, looking even more troubled than before. “I can’t risk putting them in that position. Yet I… I want to,” he articulates slowly, as if it’s only dawning on him now that he’s finally learned what he truly feels

You feel as if the waves of heartache and anguish are drowning you but you try to be strong for him and present a smile if not for him, then for yourself

“I think you know what you need to do, Seungcheol”

And with those words, you quietly bow out and make your way to your room

The next morning, you wake up with puffy eyes from crying all night and begrudgingly get out of bed to get ready for the busy day ahead

After a hectic morning and afternoon, the ceremony finally begins

The moment we’re all waiting for is “Speak now or forever hold your peace”

And the most baffling thing happens because it’s not you who speaks up, not some secret lover, not some random citizen in the audience

but it’s Seungcheol himself

“Wait – I don’t think I can go through with this”

SCANDALOUSSSS

That’s right, he causes a whole uproar and everyone is like what tf is he talking about?!?!?

You are unfazed to a certain degree due to the conversation you had with him last night but you’re still confused on where this is going to go

Never in a million years would you have imagined for him to say his next words

“I’m in love with someone else: Y/N”

And all the maids around you gasp like WHAT. IS. HE. TALKING. ABOUT.

You aren’t sure whether to feel mortified or happy but whatever it is, all eyes are now on you

The current King is like MISTER?? WITH A H U M A N????

“I know it’s never been done before, having a demon and a human marry each other. but I’m tired of always having to do the right thing and for once, I want to do something that is right but for myself”

You’re looking at him in complete bewilderment and disbelief like you were talking about me this whole time??!!

“If we can prove that humans and demons can come together, it’ll be a huge stepping stone politically for everyone involved. I can’t change how I feel about her but I can change our worlds with her by my side”

He makes his way towards you and grabs your hand and this time he does not break eye contact even once

“I want to be with y/n, and no one else”

You’re melting like putty in his arms it’s honestly really sweet!!!

The King eventually caves in although he’s obviously not happy with all of their efforts wasted but he’s cool enough to welcome in this new change

Everyone’s reactions are pretty mixed understandably but they don’t seem like they hate it which is probably the best reaction you’re gonna get

“You’re not asking for my hand in marriage are you?? bc that’s a little too quick on a first date”

He shrugs and nonchalantly says, “Not until you’re ready” JESUSLFSJDS

The rest of the day is a whirlwind of crazy events that you get caught up in as the Crown Prince’s new lover now

By the time it’s time for bed, he summons you for the last time as you being a maid and not as a Girlfriend

Well turns out he’s actually a big baby and the whole time he tried to conceal his feelings for you all he wanted was for you to be by his side pshh lame amiright

“You sure move fast with wanting me to be in your bed already and we haven’t even gone on an actual date yet”

“Shut up and just lay beside me”

After you turn off the lights and get under the covers, you can’t help but notice he’s extremely hot (literally and physically) and considering it’s 20 degrees you’re taking all of that warmth

Of course, Seungcheol tries to make it a big deal and get you off of him even tho he secretly enjoys it

“I’m a demon, not a hot water bottle. Stop cuddling me.”

“But you’re so warm.”

“Like hell. Fire, brimstone, eternal burning”

Like that was gonna stop you who does he think he is for putting you through all of this and at the very least not giving you some cuddles???

He sighs and wraps one arm around the other after he notices your breathing slowing down

“I don’t have to care about you from afar anymore,” he murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face before also slowly losing consciousness

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heyheybug13 · 11 months

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Sun Wukong x Human reader / Macaque x reader, demon nip (Head cannon)

Wukong

Thank you @firegirl1999 for the suggestion of this story 😖💕

Warnings? Smol makeout sesh nothing really detailed

•You guys are laying on your couch in your apartment watching some show that came on

•(Background story!!) You and Macaque have been dating for around 2 months.

•Even though he has a very prideful personality around you, he still sometimes gets shy around new things like kissing, holding hands, or even cuddles 💕

•Most the time he is able to close his flustered emotions with confident and prideful ones.

•You two were cuddling watching TV then all the sudden you get a knock on your door..

• You and Macaque make a glance at each other while you get up and open the door

• macaque still being a little protective of you he isn't to close but not far enough that if something bad would happen to you he wouldn't be able to help you in the situations .

• You open the door to find..no one? Very confused you and ur boyfriend take a look out side to see if it was just some kid dingdong ditching.

• Untill you look down to find a gift. If was a tiny white box with golden/ orange yellow lacing wrapaging around it.

• On top of the box is a letter..from wukong.

• At this point Macaque is kinda pissed offed that he sent his partner a gift when he knew the were hanging out that day.

• You hand over the gift to macaque and you read the letter out loud.

• 'I bet you're kinda curious of why I sent you this package? Well when I heard you two love birds were hanging out I just couldn't help but to give you two a little gift, some tea! I'm not kidding I've tried this before and if you add just a little bit of honey to it you might faint of how good it is. To your BEST FRIEND Wukong 💕'

• After you have red the letter, Macaque opened up the box and in there was 2 bags of tea.

•Now this was in the events of season 3-4 more likely beginning of 4 so Wukong and macaque have become somewhat more friends

• But that doesn't mean that its not super suspicious that he only sent two and not like a whole box of em, he knew something was up.

• But while he was zoning out and thinking of the tea bags, you snatch the bags from him and begin heating up some water. "Oh look how kind wukong with is for living these to us, this is also perfects to try new things and get hydrated!" You said exited to try the new tea flavor while grabbing the honey.

• While the water is heating up, macaque is trying to convince you that this might not be the safest option, especially of how sincere wukong sounded in the letter, but you didn't listen.

• Little did you know that in the tea bags was tea, but had a little bit of demon nip in it. And since you were human it wouldn't effect you but your bf, oh Macaque... It was gonna hit him hard

• You pour in water into two cups a teaspoon of honey, and a teabag for the cherry on top.

• You both take a sip and you enjoyed it. Obviously it was still pretty hot burning ur tounge a bit but still delicious.

• On the other hand macaque just had to take one tiny sip for the magic to happen.

• He immediately dropped the glass mug, it shattered on the ground as you stare at him in shock

•"Macaque wtf was that?! Is the tea that bad!?" You ask him almost shouting

• But when you asked for an answer all you got was a low chuckle was macaque started to walk closer to you

• You kept on back up untill you felt your back hit the wall with macaque pinning you. There was a table by you so you place down your tea and cupped your hands to his cheeks which gave him an opportunity. 🤭

• He than grabbed your waist, carrying you away to your room and he throws you onto the bed.

• At this point you were too in shock by his behavior to ask what was he was doing be he places his lips on yours.

• You didn't expect a kiss but if course you kiss him back turning this into a somewhat heated makeout.

• He laid you down onto him lap grabbing your hips from preventing you from escaping his grasp while your hands where in his hair messing with it

• And sadly since you're mortal you kinda need air so you part away. You look at him with awe in your eyes and he starts to close his and lays down on your chest purring in his sleep.

• That's when it hit you of what has gotten into him, but before you can go grab your phone from down stairs, macaque's grasp was to strong to get out of leaving you just to cuddle with him untill he wakes up making you telling him the whole story and potentially murdering wukong

Wukong

•You guys were a little more longer into your relationship like around 9-10 months, which can bring you to ur relationship of knowing what they do and don't like to both ends, which ended in a bunch of prank wars.

• The last prank he did on you was he (somehow??prob learned from macaque) shape shifted you to look like Mk when you guys were at Pigsy noodles, making Pigsy thing you were the real mk which lead to you being the delivery boy..for 8-9 HOURS.

• Once you came back home exhausted, he finally shapeshifted you back to your original body, and you knew you had to some evil for payback.

• A week before the events of the mk prank thing macaque dropped by to live you two some items he doesn't want anymore including the demon nip tea bags.

• Back to the week of the mk prank, you were cleaning all of the stuff macaque left behind as you found the tea bags.

• You smiles mischievously to yourself as you start making the tea.

• Once the tea was all ready you called ur bf over and handed him the cup

• Him forgetting all about the prank wars, he did in doubt it and drank the whole thing in one sip, then.. the coughed so hard saying the tea burned the inside of his throat making you giggle

• All of the sudden you feel a thin but not too thin tail around ur left thigh wrapping around as you look up to wukong with hearts in his eyes

• He then grabs you with his tail and proceeded to lay you in the couch with you on top of him with ur face in his chest and his arms wrapped around you purring.

• You kinda wanted this deep inside but acted like you hates it every time he would use a 'smooth' pickup line he prob got from sum 10 yo on a playground or sum

• But with giving up, you accept the monkey king and his cuddling abilities.

I was finally able to finish the story after like 2 hours, I'm super tired but I'm happy I finished the story's good night or day *muah*😖💕

#lmk sun wukong x reader #six eared macaque x reader #Lmk #Lmk x reader

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sysig · 1 year

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I’ve been had!

They are just little guys

#I was so excited to get a Devil and Angel matching pair and then #Lol #I'm a bit put out that I opted to use my discount on them and they're this #But at the same time I effectively got them for free so how much can I really complain lol #I really genuinely believed they'd be the real things! I was like ''Oh yeah I got the Osu and Mesu for a bit less but they're used so''#It all tracked in my mind! Noooooo #They are admittedly very cute but hrmng I wanted to Play with them lol #Well the search begins again in that case!#Man and I had names picked out for them and everything #Maaah well that too is part of the learning tax lol #You can see the Osu and Mesu to the sides there :)#I also am doubly convinced that the ''orange'' Mesu is Not in fact a ''rare unusual not-very commonly produced'' Actually orange Mesu lol #It's just Extremely yellowed haha #I don't mind it too much tho - still gonna aim for a pink one! As smol says she wants a pink one more than an orange one lol #But as long as it works I'm happy :)#Still gotta get them batteries pfft

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smol-and-scared · 6 months

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G/t Analysis: Gods Among Mice

Before I begin, I want to say two things:

This post is not meant to disparage anyone or question their value as people, all of this is exploration of linguistics, its cultural implications and potential narratives that could arise from them.

It is not a statement of fact or a claim I’m making.

Also… Let’s put aside the “Step on me Goddess” bullshit that has unfortunately plagued much of the g/t community’s DMs (It deserves to be called out, but not what this is about)

I will be using ‘God’ as a gender-neutral term here.

The God-like power of Size💪

Throughout history, Gods have often been depicted as being physically massive. This makes sense, as physical power is the most easily understood form of power. Likewise, a creature's size is one of the most universally recognized sign of one's physical power. So it's a good way to instantly depict the strength of a God. And these depictions have had a weird memetic side effect: The idea that 'massive size' makes a creature 'God-like'.

This does have a bit of psychological merit. If mountain-sized Giants actually existed, (without our arch-nemesis: 🔥the fucking square-cube law🔥) their full size and strength would be so hard for humans to understand that their power is basically arbitrary. At which point it becomes indistinguishable from Godhood. Also, our primitive lizard-brains evolved to fear much larger creatures. And fearing your gods is a major part of many religions.

Because of this there are dozens upon dozens of G/t fics, comics, etc; where the larger party is compared to or (metaphorically) referred to as, a God. In the case of actual giants and characters growing larger, this makes complete sense and is usually well-suited to the narrative.

But in my eternal quest for more angst™ I’ve recently started to question it’s use in Human/tiny stories. It feels kinda… lazy? I mean, not in the context of the story, many fantastic fics do it. But it just feels like it was copied over from the giant fics and never fully questioned or explored.

Okay, but what if: 🤏 smol.

Now obviously, all of this depends on the exact size difference, scenario and world-building of the story. But I still think it applies to a huge amount of fics who play up the Human/tiny size difference as ‘God-like’.

I personally think If a tiny views their resident human as a God-like figure (with all of the fear and awe that entails) …then they are optimistically delusional.

Because Gods are, in most cultures, special.

I have yet to see a fic where the Tiny is struck by the simple and harrowing realization that the humans they view as unstoppable, God-like entities are... in fact, painfully average.

It’s one thing to live in terror of the massive entity that could kill you in an instant. It’s an entirely further step to realize that there are dozens, if not hundreds of them between you and the nearest human-free environment.

And what if the Tiny realizes that their human isn’t even average? Imagine their horror when they realize that the person who is so big and powerful that they can barely even grasp it… is some 4’ 3” (~130cm) little stick? And the average human could snap ‘their human’ in half like a stale fuckin’ Cheeto.

Objectively, the Tiny knew this. They knew that the human they live with was small and weak compared to the others. But they never had an opportunity to actually understand it. And nothing gets that message across like seeing the 'God' of their tiny little world casually picked up and playfully carried on someone’s shoulder.

And It still gets worse...

Depending on the setting, the Tiny may not know or feel connected to any kind of civilization (A borrower colony, a scavenger camp, etc). This is especially true if Tinies are rare and/or oppressed.

And if that Tiny were to realize how average their 'God-like' human was? It would break them in the most pitiful way.

Because that ‘God’ isn’t a god. They’re average. They have a job. They have hobbies and friends. Things that this Tiny could never even dream of having. And that’s normal. That’s expected. They get to live, instead of just survive. Because they’re a person and that’s what people do.

And if their ‘God’ is just a person-

“Then…what does that make me?”

In conclusion:

I believe a character referring to someone as a God/Goddess implies that the speaker is a ‘person’ and they are looking at something greater. It’s ‘Normal’ looking up at ‘Godhood'.

But given the right story, plus a healthy amount of fear and awe. I think many Tinies would start to understand how small they are. And that they’ve been looking up at ‘Normal’ the whole time.

#g/t #g/t writing #g/t community #g/t angst #tinies #borrowers #giant/tiny #giant tiny #please read the warnings #If you feel like you're just surviving instead of living: You are not less of a person. I wish you the best #I was just examining how a character in that situation might feel

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faceeeeee · 2 months

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HUSJHMIAJHkhrjiubsndkhdghejndkjchytg

Here's smol gift yourartgreat!!

TINY RUB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA he's now pocket sized so you can take him everywhere with you if you ever need to completely delete your mortal enemies (side effects may include an evil glitched version of the victim)

(he isn't amused)

#faceee rambles #geometry dash interpretation #Tysm user booping user #I will cherish this tiny rub

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concussed-to-pieces · 8 months

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Wolves At The Door; Part Five

Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]

Pairing: Eventual Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: You were in too good a mood to argue, simply nodding in agreement. "Very true, I'm lucky to have you." Karl huffily looked away, cramming the rest of the bread into his mouth.

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our fifth installment! Enjoy!

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Prelude

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains canon-typical violence, a sustained period of a small animal in peril and vague mentions of preparing an animal to be eaten. Stay safe!]

"Quit struggling." Karl muttered, knowing even as he did that it was pointless. It wasn't as if the trapped rabbit understood him. The small animal instead continued to thrash desperately in the snare, emitting the occasional panicky squeak while the man approached.

It finally went still when Heisenberg's shadow fell over it, its side rising and falling rapidly as it laid there exhausted. Karl's eyes half-lidded, the former Lord observing the tiny body and weighing it mentally. One rabbit wasn't ever enough for him to begin with, but even taking that into consideration, this was a small rabbit. Barely more than a kit, he reasoned grudgingly.

He was being an idiot. Meat didn't grow on trees. You would be grateful. He should-

Karl knelt where he was, focusing his attention on the metal ring holding the snare loop tight. The ring parted easily, slacking the line. "Go on, beat it." He grunted.

The rabbit remained still, one large eye fixed on him in terror. Its nose twitched wildly. Heisenberg curled a finger and the loop slid fully off the rabbit's rear paw, skittering along the ground by the metal hardware. The rattle of the cable seemed to break the trance the rabbit had been in, because it bolted upright (nearly three feet up!) and bounded off into the underbrush.

Karl shook his head at himself, rising and going to reset the snare. "Come back next year!" He called after the long-gone animal, "once you've gotten nice and fat and you're worth the goddamn hassle!"

That settled, he sighed and shoved his hat backwards on his head, absently scratching his scalp as he stood there. This was the third snare he'd checked and the only one that even had anything in it. Obviously the increased lycan presence in the area had spooked the local wildlife. Hopefully the thorough routing of the monsters would be enough to bring things back to normal, but winter was coming and the two of you would have to deal with less resources regardless.

Two of you. Karl shook his head again, irritated. "You're being a fucking idiot." He said aloud. "A real fucking idiot. You're biting the hand as hard as you can. Stop being so damn greedy." Feeling quite dejected despite the crisp autumn air and cheery sunlight, the man huffed, "All that fucking ambition really did you some good, huh? All that drive and ego. Now you can't even bag some dinner without a moral dilemma. Unbelievable."

He shook himself all over, trying to dismiss the thoughts that were plaguing him with the motion. He would check the last snare and be done with it. At some point along the way he would really need to straighten this out. It was getting to the point where it was effecting you, which he absolutely didn't want.

Karl leaned against a tree trunk, scrubbing his hands over his face. Gods he was just tired. Tired of thinking. Exhausted in general. His head hurt, his body ached. For a foolish second he wondered if he had come down with a cold.

Stupid, you don't get sick. Annoyed with everything, Heisenberg spotted the last snare marker and stomped forward through the fallen leaves and detritus on the forest floor. Lo and behold, it too was empty.

Karl was so incredibly fed up he didn't even bother adjusting the snare, he just turned and left. Muttering under his breath, snarling when a root caught the toe of his boot and nearly sent him sprawling, the former Lord was almost too busy feeling sorry for himself to notice the faintly-sweet scent in the air.

Almost.

Karl paused, inhaling deeply. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. Somewhere deep in his past there was the faint memory of a fresh pie on a windowsill, and a young child that may have been him burning his fingers and mouth with greedy handfuls of crispy pastry and molten filling. It had been rich, almost syrupy, hued a crimson-purple that stained every fingertip dark and left no doubt as to who may have pilfered the dessert ahead of dinner.

He'd always been greedy, especially when it came to things he shouldn't have.

The man approached the cabin a bit quicker now, his dour mood waning. He should apologize for his earlier behavior, he decided, entirely spur of the moment. He was good at apologizing, and even better at pretending that he meant it. It would be easy.

Maybe he might actually mean it, too.

Heisenberg opened the gate, closing it behind him and then shifting into an undignified, loping trot. Hopefully you weren't near the windows. To know that he was so simply bought off with a delicious baked good didn't bode well for his intimidating reputation.

Up the stairs to the small porch, his hat swept off in some odd echo of manners he vaguely remembered employing once, Karl cautiously turned the knob on the door and let himself in.

You were sweeping the floor by the stove, some ash still scattered around. You looked up at the sound of the door, giving the man a little wave. Karl was perturbed to discover that his voice had vanished. He finally managed a strained, "nothin' in the traps," grunting when you reminded him to take his boots off at the door.

"Don't worry about the snares. I figured with all the commotion, meat would be scarce." You continued, your shoulders drooping a little. "Still, that means I'll have less bartering power when I do my supply run. Though I have gotten more done with your help. I guess it evens out."

Heisenberg paused, his left boot still half-on. "'Supply run'?" He echoed, confused.

"Yeah, every year after the first snow." You rested the broom against your shoulder, ticking off a list on your fingers. "I get evaporated milk, flour, sugar, the usual stuff."

Oh. Oh. Karl realized he was an idiot. Where the hell did he think your flour came from? Or the salt and pepper, or any of the other spices you used for that matter? The man barely resisted the urge to slap his own forehead, instead mumbling something non-committal.

"I'm a little leaner in the stores this year due to your company, so I really have to pay attention if I want to make my supplies last until the snow comes." You shook your head. "I ought to be grateful that a few people still humor me when it comes to not having-" you moved your fingers strangely, holding up two digits on each hand and then bending them up and down. "-legal tender."

"What the hell are you doing with your hands?" Karl asked, thoroughly confused.

You blinked at him, then glanced at your right hand as your mouth formed into an 'o'. "It's a common gesture, it, uh, implies quotes around what the person is saying? It's called air-quotes."

Heisenberg narrowed his eyes but ultimately left it alone, the man simply continuing to wrestle off his left boot. "So, sugar," he attempted to change the subject. "I don't suppose you have any idea what that delicious smell is?"

"Cake!" You replied, your excitement palpable. "Plum cake. It's still cooling though. I figure we can have dinner and then enjoy some."

Dinner was, as always, straightforward and tasty. You had a real knack for turning chanterelles and the last of the tomatoes into something Karl would dare to call edible, especially when you beefed them up with some chicken of the woods or other forage. He had certainly consumed more mushrooms in the time he spent with you than previously in his life, but aside from the occasionally-rubbery texture he didn't find much to complain about. Besides, there was always hearty bread with a precious bit of fat and salt to add a touch of decadence to his meals.

Gods, he really was a simple individual. To think, before he had had the power to take whatever he wanted. He could just…take it. Hell, he had! Lives, food, positions of authority, it had all been his.

And none of it had given him the frankly asinine level of satisfaction that he felt right now sitting at your table, wolfing down his helping of mushroom stew and using a piece of bread to soak up the dregs at the bottom of the bowl. None of it had warmed him like you scolding him good-naturedly to 'slow down, no one's going to take it from you!', your laughter burrowing between his ribs to prod his heart.

He was in some real, deep trouble here.

You cut Karl a slice of cake and watched like a hawk as he took the first bite, obviously waiting for his reaction. He barely tasted the treat on his tongue, too focused on how precious you looked, your eyes only for him. If nothing else, he appreciated the ego boost. "S'good." He mumbled around a second mouthful, the relieved smile he got in return one he wanted to see more of. He even managed to choke out a crumb-laden "thank you," much to your evident delight.

Indebted. Not quite. Not like that anymore. But absolutely, undeniably greedy.

…

Over the colder days that came, you spent most of your time preserving the remaining harvests from your fruit trees. Karl kept the stove well-supplied with firewood and drawing properly, and you were actually able to get far more done than usual. Between your preserves and the multitude of small animal pelts you had tanned and smoked over the course of a year, you hoped to have a decent go of it when it came to refreshing your supplies.

You certainly needed it. Karl couldn't help the amount that he ate and you didn't begrudge him, but the weeks were getting leaner and every day you woke up without snow on the ground was another day the two of you dealt with a bit less for dinner. It had always been difficult around this time of year for you even while you were alone, as you battled to justify eating the preserves you were attempting to save for bartering.

Most meals at this point were some variance on mushroom stew with the last of your rice, and your flour stores were growing worryingly low. The two of you seemed to go through a loaf within three days, so at least you didn't have to worry about the bread molding! You could tell Karl was growing weary of the repetitive diet but he appeared to be trying to hide that fact, and you appreciated the effort if nothing else.

In a real stroke of luck, Heisenberg ended up braining a young boar that wandered too close to the fenceline in search of fallen apples, and after a long day's work you and the former Lord feasted like kings. Karl finally got his boar and, while you had no pumpernickel on hand, your regular thick slices of bread were graced with delicious rendered fat and a hearty helping of salt.

"I'm relieved!" You sighed that evening, watching Karl dig through some bones that you had set aside to boil for stock. "I was kind of worried we wouldn't make it to the snowfall, but we should be able to coast safely now."

The man selected a larger bone, easily cracking it open and then scooping out the marrow with your lone butter knife. He then proceeded to spread the marrow on a piece of bread, tucking into his treat with a groan of contentment. Karl waved the remainder of the slice at you, the offer plain, but you declined. You were already absolutely stuffed, sleepy and warm.

You closed your eyes, basking in the peaceful glow of the stove. You heard Karl swallow, then clear his throat.

"How long does the trip usually take?"

You didn't bother opening your eyes, offering up your usual shrug. "Four days, round trip? Sometimes five. Depends on what I'm lugging and how the snow is."

"What, so you camp in snow?" He sounded incredulous.

"Yeah. There's a lean-to built at…around the halfway point I'd say. It's mostly stone too, so not a lot of upkeep. Sometimes I have to patch up the roof, but that's a small price to pay for someplace out of the elements."

"Unbelievable."

You cracked an eye open to give him a look. "The guy that can move metal with his mind is really going to sass me about camping in a lean-to?"

"Look, it's not with my mind, sugar, it's with some kinda' organ, like-"

"Yeah yeah, an electric eel. I remember." You teased, grinning while he sulkily took another bite of his bread. "Fancy stuff."

"You oughta' be more grateful for my 'fancy stuff', without it we'd be sitting here eating nothing but the last of that watery mushroom stew and some bread!" Heisenberg shot back, obviously annoyed with your ribbing.

You were in too good a mood to argue, simply nodding in agreement. "Very true, I'm lucky to have you." Karl huffily looked away, cramming the rest of the bread into his mouth. "I know pickings have been slim recently, and if I was feeling the pinch you definitely were too. You handled it like a champ, though!" You praised, entertained by how flushed he had gotten.

"Ain't exactly the first time I've been hungry, sugar." Karl grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. His attitude seemed to have shifted to pleased, even though he was still trying to act irritated. His next question, then, was a little surprising. "Will you…want someone to come with you on the trip for supplies?"

You hadn't actually thought about it, but the idea of having an extra body to help move supplies was extremely appealing. "If you'd like?" You said slowly, trying to act nonchalant. "It's not a hard run, it's pretty flat for most of the way. I'll have to see if there's another pair of skis or snowshoes around here though, otherwise it'll be pretty slow going for you."

The man waved a hand dismissively. "I can whip something up if I need to, I'm not too concerned about that." He paused, and then reasoned, "besides, it's only fair that I come along. I'm responsible for practically eating you out of house and home."

"Yes but you have also been incredibly helpful." You pointed out. "Thanks to your tinkering, that old stove hasn't given me any more trouble, which means I've gotten so much more preserving done than I would normally! I usually end up with some spoiled produce to send to the compost pile, but I actually stayed on top of it this season."

"You don't have to butter me up, sugar, I already asked to go." Karl mumbled, seeming downright bashful.

"I'm not buttering you up! I'm being genuine. You're capable and I appreciate the extra hands." You insisted with a laugh. "Why would I lie?"

"I…I guess you wouldn't, would you."

…

It was several days later that Karl sat out on the porch steps, looking up at the sky. You had woken up that day proclaiming it smelled like snow and he had to admit, it seemed you may be correct. There was that odd quality to the air, and the clouds had grown thick right before sundown.

You were fairly buzzing with excitement the entire day. Digging out an ancient set of skis from a long box beneath your couch, locating a large frame backpack from your spartan closet, assembling small crates to safely hold your preserve jars during the journey. The star of the show, however, was an old sled that had absolutely been military surplus. It was covered in olive drab canvas and had an odd scent to it that made Karl's nose twitch.

"Isn't it a beaut?" You had asked proudly, and who was he to deny what you clearly believed to be truth?

The last of the preserved boar was tucked safely into your enormous backpack along with the rest of the supplies the two of you may need for the short journey, such as a mess kit, plenty of matches in their special jar to keep them dry and two well-worn down sleeping bags.

"It's like waiting for Christmas."

Karl jumped a little, startled by your voice. He had been so deep in thought he hadn't heard you approaching. "Not quite, I don't think." He replied, giving you a quick grin.

You rested your hands on his shoulders, drumming on them absently as you peered upwards. The man barely refrained from groaning, the constant tension in his neck and shoulders easing a little from your motions. You then began actually making an effort to rub his shoulders, Karl grunting and exhaling hard. "Okay? Not too rough?" You queried.

"Be rougher, fuck." He said before he could think about it, chuckling awkwardly immediately afterwards. His laughter died in his throat when your thumbs pressed down, working at a specific knot until it finally released. "You're an angel." Karl sighed, trying to keep from making some hellishly embarrassing noise of relief.

"I need you in good shape for tomorrow! You're pulling the sled, after all." He could hear the smile in your voice. Heisenberg tipped his head back, resting it against your stomach. Your fingers raked through his hair and gently scratched his scalp as they went, sending a pleasurable little shiver down his back. You continued to stroke his hair absently, one hand over the other in a ceaseless loop while you kept your eyes on the sky in anticipation.

Karl was fighting to stay awake. He had actually woken up the same time as you today, which was a rarity. He was making the effort to adjust to your schedule, outwardly for no real reason, but selfishly so that he could see you before you got started for the day.

You were always so soft in the morning, your clothes rumpled, a steaming mug of tea cupped in your hands while you sat at the kitchen table. The man would often just sit silently, cradling his chin with his crossed arms on the tabletop and watching the steam from your cup curl in the early morning sunlight. Inevitably you would start mumbling to yourself about daily tasks and Karl always felt a little dejected when you rose from the table, but he would mask his disappointment with a small smile and an ever-declined offer to help with breakfast.

"We starting at dawn tomorrow?" He asked drowsily.

"Depends on how much snow is on-" you paused, leaning over his head. "Oh! Look, look!" You exclaimed, pointing. "It's starting!"

Karl nodded, not really registering the snowflakes beginning to drift down so much as the pleasant warmth of your body pressed to his back. "Guess Christmas is here." He teased, letting your laughter wash over him.

…

You were almost too excited to sleep, but before you knew it you were waking up to the light of a cold gray dawn. You had laid out your clothes the night before, so you quickly heated some water on the stove and washed up, then donned your under-layers for the trek.

Karl woke shortly after you, the man yawning and rubbing his eyes before accepting the offered cup of precious coffee. "Mornin'," he mumbled around the lip of the mug, his voice low and still gruff with sleep.

"Good morning." You replied, trying to keep your tone calm. You were sure that bouncing off the walls wouldn't be overly amusing to your perennial houseguest.

Karl raised an eyebrow at you. "Figured you'd be more wound up," he grunted.

"I am." You huffed, "I'm doing my best to not be irritating here."

"I appreciate it, sugar." Heisenberg took another sip, closing his eyes as if to dismiss you. You took that as your cue to head for the door. No sense in prolonging the inevitable, right?

The snow was perfect, a downy white blanket that coated the surrounding woods. You couldn't help your noise of elation, momentarily embarrassed when Karl snickered into his mug behind you. You refused to let him dampen your mood however, staying outside long enough to sweep the snow off the steps and then rushing around inside to prepare some breakfast.

"Easy, you'll break your neck running around in your socks like that." Heisenberg chastised you after the third time you slid on the floor heading back to the sink. "Let me finish the oatmeal, okay? You sit the hell down and get some tea or whatever the hell into you."

In moments your hands were graced with a steaming bowl of oatmeal which you did your best to eat expeditiously, causing Karl to chide you anew on the dangers of choking.

It seemed like an eternity and also no time at all before the two of you were all prepared for the journey, Karl standing out in the front yard with the loaded sled while you securely padlocked the cabin door. He had wanted to also carry your backpack, but you put up enough of a fight that he relented. Bad enough that you needed help at all! You weren't sure your pride would take the blow if all you had to lug were the clothes on your back, no matter how strong your companion was.

Nodding to yourself in satisfaction, you gave the padlock a final pat and then held the porch railing so you could strap your boots into your skis. They were really more like two slabs of once-waxed wood, but beggars couldn't be choosers. "Alright!" You announced brightly, seizing your ski poles so you could test the grip of your bindings. "Let's get the hell out of here."

Part Six

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