#though I'm kind of tempted to buy them just to have it

[imaginedanvrs]

can't quit you

dom!power bottom!natasha x sub!service top!reader

warnings: toxic dynamic, degrading, oral (r giving and receiving), fingering (r giving and receiving), mommy kink, strap on (r giving), bondage, wax play, temperature play, praise

word count: 4.2k

“Do you want to stay for a while? I'm making pasta tonight,” you told the redhead as you watched her slip her bra back on.

“I've got plans,” Natasha replied without sparing you a glance. You bit your lip and nodded even though she couldn't see you, feeling the familiar disappointment bring about a pang in your chest. You were used to the spy coming over to hook up and leaving immediately after, but everytime you fooled yourself into believing that maybe she would enjoy your company beyond sex for once. You never said anything to Natasha, knowing that your absence of any persistence was what kept her coming back. She didn't have time for relationships and she certainly didn't have time for anyone needy. But you couldn't say the same for yourself and you couldn't continue to endure the ache that Natasha brought to your life.

“I don't think we should do this anymore,” you declared. Natasha looked at you with a raised brow as she pulled her jeans up, seeming sceptical of your announcement.

“Why?” She asked plainly, certainly not appearing bothered. You wished she was.

“You know why,” you countered. She didn't respond as she stared at you. “I want a relationship. I know I won't get one with you so I want to focus on other people who do,” you told her.

“Like who?” She pushed.

“I don't know yet,” you admitted. Natasha hummed with a small smile, as though she wasn't buying a word of what you said. “I'm serious, Nat” you insisted but it was clear that wasn't going through when the redhead grabbed her phone and keys.

“I'll see you around, detka,” she called over her shoulder as she sauntered across your studio apartment like it was her own home.

“No you won't!” You tried to call back but the heavy slam of the door cut you off. You huffed and lay back in the messy bed, glancing at the space next to you where Natasha had been laying just ten minutes prior.

*

You had blocked and deleted Natasha’s number so that you wouldn't be tempted to contact her again. You meant every word of what you said to her the last time you met but that didn't ensure you had the willpower to follow through. You hadn't met many people in the cold winter months that followed, unable to stop comparing them to a certain redhead. None of their eyes held the same overwhelming intensity as hers. None of their lips promised sinful highs from just one brief touch. None of their hips held that same hypnotising sway when they knew you were watching. It was unfair to place those kinds of comparisons on them,especially as they were all far more genuine and interested as Natasha had ever been. Perhaps that was the problem.

It was late on a Saturday evening when you heard a knock on your door. You had decided to have a night to yourself to finally assemble a lego kit you had bought the week before, but it seemed it would have to wait a little longer.

When you opened your door, you froze at the sight of Natasha in your hallway. She was dressed up in what you could only assume was the attire for Stark’s latest party she must have ditched. It wouldn't be the first time she had done it to come and see you.

“Miss me?” Natasha asked with a knowing smirk when your eyes took in how short the crimson red dress fell. You wanted to deny it, but lying to a spy was futile.

“I missed you,” she told you, voice low in a way you had heard countless times and had never been able to walk away from. She took a step forward and your eyes snapped to hers. You could never fight the spell they cast over you either, not that you wanted to.

“You shouldn't be here,” you reminded yourself more than her. She tilted her head slightly, her smirk unwavering as your resolve crumbled in front of her.

“But we're both glad I am,” she pointed out as you suddenly felt her hand grip your own with an assertive gentleness. Natasha guided it towards her and you let her, enchanted as you watched your own hand disappear under the fabric. The pads of your fingers skimmed across her soft thighs as she led you higher until you were met with damp lace. You exhaled shakily, finally moving your digits by your own will to stroke her covered cunt that clenched at your barricaded touch.

One soft moan from Natasha was all it took for you to pull her in by the waist and slam the door behind her as you pressed the redhead up against the wall and let your lips re-familiarise themselves. She grinned in triumph against you and you happily surrendered the price for a taste of Natasha that you could've sworn was intoxicating.

You pushed your thigh between hers and felt her buck down on it instantly. You grabbed her thighs to encourage her to grind, hoping to see a wet patch on your sweatpants when you were done. Natasha moaned again and you took the opportunity to let your tongue swipe across hers.

To your surprise, she pulled away and forced you straight to your knees. You opened your mouth to object but Natasha grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back to look up at her. “You're not in charge here,” she reminded you. You struggled to nod in her grip.

“I'm sorry,” You whispered, tears brimming from the sting.

“Show me,” she ordered, guiding your head to where she needed you most whilst she pulled down her ruined underwear. You breathed in the redhead’s scent as she did so, squirming where you knelt in desperation to have her in your mouth. You barely had to wait, Natasha’s just rivalling your own.

You moaned in synchronised relief when your tongue was finally flat against Natasha's cunt. Faintly registering the dull thud of the Russian’s head dropping against the wall, you gripped her thighs as a means to anchor yourself to Natasha and ate her out like you starved. Of her, you had.

“Fuck, this is what you're made for, detka, and it's all for me,” she reminded you with a particularly harsh pull on your hair. You mumbled an agreement as you sunk your tongue into her, eager to savour as much of the dangerous woman as you could.

“You can fuck those other sluts all you want, malysh, I know you'll never be this drunk in their pussies.” You groaned, your stomach flipping at Natasha’s well placed arrogance when she told you what you already knew. “Give me your fingers,” she ordered and you complied.

To Natasha’s displeasure, you pulled away as you brought your fingers up to spread her folds, though the redhead held off protesting when she realised you just wanted to watch your fingers sink into her. She watched on with flushed features as you bit your lip and pushed two fingers in with a soft groan. Her warmth wrapped around you in a welcoming embrace, throbbing and twitching as you pushed your digits knuckle deep.

“Good fucking girl,” Natasha sighed. You snapped your gaze to the steady rise and fall of Natasha's chest where one of her hands had slipped under her dress to play with her breasts. You felt yourself ache as your eyes met and Natasha used her free hand to return your mouth to her.

You allowed her to manoeuvre your body as she pleased, finding it all too easy to follow her authority and let her use you for her own pleasure, a dynamic that seemed to serve you both well. You pumped your fingers steadily inside of Natasha as your lips wrapped around her hardened clit that pulsed in your mouth as though it had a heartbeat of its own. The spy bucked her hips into your fave at the action as she swore in Russian You smiled and curled your fingers towards yourself, caressing that sweet spot that made Natasha’s thighs tightened around your head.

“Such an obedient fucktoy,” Natasha seemed to mumble to herself more than you as she watched you fuck her with purpose, as though it was your sole mission. To be fair, that was about right. Natasha had continued to plague your thoughts in her absence. Images of her naked body beneath yours and the heavenly sound of her cumming played constantly through your days as you ached to have another fix of the redhead. And now you were getting it, you weren't about to make it quick. Though you were desperate to feel her cum, you took your time with the spy, wanting to make her orgasm all the better until she finally snapped and demanded it. You would never deny her.

You curled and pumped your fingers at a steady pace, slowing down everytime the redhead’s breathing became too erratic. You'd sooth her frustrations by flattening your tongue on her clit or sucking the throbbing bud gently. But Natasha wouldn't let you withhold from her for much longer.

“Come on, detka, show me how much you've missed me and make me cum. Mommy wants to soak your pretty face,” she told you with a short breath.

You took her in your mouth and pushed a third finger in with little resistance. The spy was wet enough to allow you to surpass her tightness and stretch her soft walls that clung to you. You thrust them fast, deep and with a perfect rhythm that had Natasha’s head spinning wildly.

“That's it…yes! Fuck,” Natasha moaned came, your name spilling over her lips as she gripped the back of your head and grinded herself on your mouth and fingers to ease herself down from her blinding high. Her grip remained tight when she steadied herself against the wall and gazed down at you with such a blissed expression that you couldn't help but flex your fingers inside her once more.

“Greedy thing,” Natasha tutted as she pushed you away. A whine escaped your lips before you could stop it and the redhead gave you a fake pout. She swiped at the wetness on your chin with her thumb and pushed it past your lips, watching with bemusement as you hummed.

“Go put on the harness and lay on the bed,” She told you as she took her thumb away. You scrambled to your feet at the idea and made a b-line for your chest of drawers. “And strip,” she added. You did as she said as quickly as you could, only turning around when you heard Natasha searching through your bedside drawer.

You lay down just as the spy retrieved her favourite dildo you owned, the maroon one that was on the larger size. You throbbed at the thought of getting to see her take it again and attached it swiftly as Natasha let her dress pool on the floor and climbed on top of you, a small smirk playing on her lip as she took in your form.

Her soft hands wandered down your exposed stomach several times, enjoying you shuddering under her touch. In moments like that, when everything she did felt so precise and controlled, you were reminded that you were in bed with a former assassin. She was ruthless and unimaginably deadly, and yet you wanted nothing more than to see her take your strap.

Natasha spat in her hand as she sat on your knee, letting you feel how wet she still was, and brought it down to the dildo to slowly spread it. Your breathing became shaky as you wanted on, feeling the base of the toy rub painfully against your clit.

“Fuck, mommy, let me fuck you. Please,” you begged as the friction built, though not being able to fuck the woman above you was what caused you the most distress.

“Soon, dove,” Natasha chuckled, getting onto her knees to hover over the toy. Your hands immediately fell to her hips but the redhead smacked them away. “Look, don't touch,” she chided.

“But-”

“Be good,” she warned and you fell silent, bunching up the duvet next to you instead.

You were caught in a trance the moment your cock grazed Natasha’s cunt, spreading her lips apart as she gripped the base and eventually sunk down on the head. You so badly wanted to help her take you, but you couldn't risk loosing what was to come.

“Making mommy feel so good,” Natasha mumbled as she lowered herself further on the toy, enthralled by the stretch to her soft walls that gripped you with might.

The redhead placed her hands behind her on your knees and in doing so greatly improved your view of her cunt swallowing your cock. You groaned at the mesmerising sight and could've sworn you could feel how she clenched around you with every inch she took until Natasha was fully seated on the toy you refused to use with anyone else.

The spy lifted herself halfway off of the toy before she was slamming herself down on it again. The motion shook you both and in an attempt to aid her pleasure, you brought your hands up to Natasha's chest and cupped her tits. The redhead managed to chuckles admist her breathy moans. “You just can't keep your hands to yourself,” she mused but made no effort to stop you, too engrossed in the feeling of the dildo working inside you.

“No, mommy,” you agreed blindly as you felt her nipples harden under your touch. Your thumbs drifted over them while Natasha steadily bounced herself above you, the occasional curse and gasped “yes” being uttered. She was a vision like that, using you for her own pleasure all while you laid back and watched her angelic features communicate the parade of sensations ablaze in her.

Once she was accustomed to the size and stretch had subsided, your cock reached Natasha’s depths with ease, seemingly stroking every minute nerve as it did and threatened to make the redhead buck under the pleasure. “Fuck me,” she hissed when her legs started to become numb.

You didn't need telling twice. You gripped Natasha’s hips with bruising relief and began thrusting your hips up to meet the pace the spy needed. “Oh god, that's it,” she confirmed, slouching forwards to rest her hands on your stomach to better support the sudden shift.

“Don't stop,” Natasha ordered with underlying desperation.

“Never,” you whined when her nails dug into your skin, imprinting half moons that would linger for several days. It only spurred you on as you guided Natasha’s frame into your own in a heated collision, one that you could never be allowed to control.

In a blur, Natasha’s trained hand wrapped itself around your throat and squeezed at the sides. You immediately felt the blood rush but it didn't defer your movements. Natasha beamed down at you as she watched your fight off your internal conflict ignited by your light-headedness.

“Don't stop,” she said, this time with a challenging tint. You accepted with a rushed nod and continued to pound the toy into the redhead. The moan it brought from her was nothing short of profane and made your entire body buss as though in a state of call and response.

“You're gonna make me cum like this,” she told you. “Gonna make mommy cum on your cock,” she said as she toppled forwards almost entirely flat against your front and moved her hips in a frantic grind.

“Please,” you begged as one hand grabbed her ass to push her deeper in.

“Fuck, y/n,” she groaned with a sharp cry, her grip around your throat tightening momentarily as she came. You saw white just as Natasha did and bathed in the euphoria that crashed over the older woman as she panted and moaned in your ear. Her muscles twitched as she came down from her orgasm and slowly rode your cock through it to sooth her pulsing cunt until she finally collapsed on top of you.

Barely a moment passed before Natasha peered over at you with dark eyes and a promising smirk. “You're gonna be the death of me,” you told her as you flipped your bodies over and grabbed your still attached hips together.

“I'm worth dying for,” she replied with a pleased smile.

*

Nat: I'll be over in 10. You glanced at the message on your phone and huffed to yourself. Natasha had added her number back to your phone when you had gone to get some water the last time she was over and you hadn't bothered to delete it again. You still had every intention of moving on from the spy, you just needed to figure out how.

Me: maybe I'm out rn. You replied.

Nat: funny. You huffed again and tossed your phone to the side, knowing your ittitance with the redhead wouldn't last once she had her hands on you.

You were right. The moment you were pushed back on the bed with the torturous spy following after you, being mad at her was the last thing on your mind. In fact, you were so enthralled by the feeling of her lips on yours that you didn't notice what her wandering hands held until the S.H.I.E.L.D issued handcuffs were secured around your wrists above your head. That was new.

Natasha looked down at you with a devilish grin and you knew that wasn't all she had planned. “You trust me, don't you?” She asked in a sickly sweet voice as she produced a blindfold. You stared at the black material as you nodded your head but Natasha tutted.

“Use your words, malysh,” she chided.

“Yes,” you breathed out. Natasha gave a low hum of approval and placed the soft fabric over your eyes and tied it at the back of your head. With your senses heightened, you almost jumped at the light kiss pressed to your cheek.

“I'll be right back,” she whispered against your ear. You shuddered and the bed creaked quietly as she got off but you didn't hear her leave and for a moment you wondered if she was still there, admiring your bare form as you listened out for her. There wasn't much point, of course. If the black widow didn't want to be heard, she wouldn't be.

It felt as though aeons passed before you felt the bed dip again. You turned your head in that direction on instinct, waiting for any indicator as to what the other woman was doing. She didn't say a word, giving you no warning when a sudden bitterly cold object was placed on your torso. You inhaled sharply and heard Natasha chuckled as she slid the object across you and left a wet trail. An ice cube. You would have laughed if you weren't so shocked, not taking her seriously when Natasha had mentioned it months ago.

“You're cute when you squirm,” Natasha commented. “Is it too cold for you, detka? You need something to warm you up?” She asked. You searched your brain for what she could possibly mean, clocking it just as you heard a lighter being flicked on for several seconds.

“I didn't think you were serious,” you admitted with an anxious laugh as you rightfully pictured the candle Natasha held above your naked body.

“Are you changing your mind?” She asked as she removed the ice cube and replaced it with her warm mouth. You gasped at the pleasantly wet feeling of Natasha’s tongue picking the water off of your torso. Fuck, you whised you could see her.

“No,” you managed to say.

“That's my good girl,” She smiled against your skin as she allowed the candle to burn and brought another ice cube to your stomach - lower this time. You jumped at the expected cold but didn't get a chance to shiver because Natasha was quick to leave open mouthed kisses across the chilled area.

Natasha revelled in your conflicted responses to her touches, admiring the way your body was entirely at her mercy to torment as she saw fit. After such a shit mission, she relished in that control.

Pulling the ice cube away from your sensitive skin, Natasha watched how your muscles tensed in expectation, but Natasha was anything but predictable and instead allowed a small bead of hot wax to dribble over you. You hissed once more though this time you pulled on the restraints around your wrists, only relaxing when the redhead locked a long strip of the wax off of your body.

“Mommy,” you whined, unable to tell if the heat from her mouth made it better or worse, all you knew was that it was exquisitely intense and unlike anything you had ever felt.

“You're taking it so well,” Natasha cooed as she kissed the valley between your breasts. At her words, you felt your already wet cunt clench. You tried to steady your breathing and focus on the striking heats but it was impossible to ignore the pulsing.

You had never let Natasha touch you before, the one trait she shared with everyone else you had been with. It wasn't like they never offered, you had just never been comfortable enough to let them. Natasha herself had asked countless times but you always shrugged her off. It didn't matter, you were a giver anyway. But with every round of alternating temperature patterns, it became harder to disregard your need.

“You're so wet,” Natasha noted as she pushed your thighs apart and kept you open, intending to focus on your thighs before she took in the sight of your soaked pussy. Her mouth watered as she watched you clench around nothing and she couldn't help but wonder how tight you were.

Just to add to your aching frustrations, Natasha spilled more wax across you, this time dripping down the inside of your thighs. Your moans were needier than Natasha had ever heard and it only spurred her on as she licked the wax off your skin and hummed at the scents of vanilla.

“Such a messy thing,” she chuckled. “Oh, detka, that looks painful,” she pouted as she saw your arousal had smeared to your thighs. “You need mommy to take care of that?” She asked, not expecting your response to be any different than usual.

“Yeah,” you whined. Natasha’s eyes widened.

“Yeah? Want me to take care of this pretty pussy?” She continued as her excitement grew.

“Please,” you whispered, your walls finally crumbling.

Natasha didn't waste another second, her mouth was on your cunt in an instant and you both gave a gluttonous moan at the contact. “Fuck,” you cried out as the redhead flattened her tongue and explored your cunt with a newfound vigour. Your thighs clasped around Natasha’s head and your hips seemed to develop their own free will as you desperately tried to grind against the source of your disorientating pleasure.

“God, you taste so good,” she mumbled against you before sinking her tongue inside. Her moans resonated through your entire body, vibrations brushing every nerve ending as she gripped your hips and forced you to stay still as she fucked you.

“Please,” you whined though you had no idea what you were pleading for. It was all so much. Natasha seemed to know what you needed and swiftly switched to sucking your clit in her mouth. You tugged on your restraints and arched your back sharply, core ablaze.

The spy examined you closely for everything that made your body shudder and cunt clench. It wasn't hard to figure out how highly responsive and sensitive you were. Poor thing, Natasha had thought as she sucked on your puffy lips as a momentary relief.

It didn't take long to work you up to your orgasm and Natasha was more than ready to give it to you. “It's alright, detka, cum for me,” she coaxed before sinking her tongue into your cunt and setting on the pace you needed from her.

“Gonne,” you whined as the pressure built and built until it was too much and you went spiralling over the edge, floating mid air until you tumbled back down. Natasha pulled the blindfold down just as you came and your eyes locked in that moment, watching each other become entirely enthralled by the other’s acts.

“Give me another,” she instructed clearly, something dark lurking behind her eyes.

You weren't sure you could until Natasha pushed two fingers into your tight cunt. You cried out as your already overworked nerves were pushed once more. But it ached so good, hurting in just the right way that you didn't want it to stop.

Natasha’s fingers thrust and curled inside you as you became a mess beneath her. She cooed sweet whispers of praise as she coaxed you through another orgasm, touching you in the ways she had always envisaged to see you come undone.

You came again with a silent gasp, your body too wrecked to have the strength for anything else. Natasha pumped her fingers steadily as she watched you and left kisses across your inner thigh to bring you back to her.

“Beautiful,” she commented as she withdrew her fingers and brought them up to her lips, staring at you with a satisfied smirk as she sucked on her digits. You watched her through hooded eyes, your frazzled brain trying to figure out how you were ever going to be able to part from the assassin.

“Mine,” she whispered as she kissed back up your chest, as though she knew what you were pondering. “Always mine.”

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─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

A/n: Double post today because I have wanted to post this for days now! Super fluffy! Slight kiss stealing mentioned!

Requests/asks open!

{༻~Pocky challenge in fontaine~༺}

(Includes: Lyney, Navia, Freminet, Lynette, Neuvillette, and Clorinde!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyneys bright lavender eyes were trained on you, or more rather the pocky stick that hung slightly out of your mouth, dangling in front of him and tempting him to take a bite. Surely you wouldn't mind if it was just one little taste...he thought, as he leaned in closer to you, his movement making you turn towards him in curiosity. Your faces suddenly just inches away from eachother, causing a blush to spread across your face while he smiled mischievously and started to nibble away at the other end of your pocky stick.

Getting closer and closer to you with each stolen bite, your heart absolutely racing as he got to the part that was at the cusp of your mouth. You could feel his lips against yours for just a split second, his eyes shining with victory as he pulled away...leaving you absolutely flustered.

𑁍༄Navia:

When Navia had originally offered to buy you a pack of pocky, you didn't have any ulterior motives, you were just kinda hungry...and yet the second the box of delicious chocolate covered sticks made its way into your hand...you couldn't help but think of sharing them in the most romantic way possible. "Navia, want to share my pocky with me? Theres this challenge I've always wanted to try and since we are partners I want to try it with you first." You said casually, your heart skipping a beat as her golden yellow eyes met yours and that oh so sweet smile flashed into view.

"Of course! What's the challenge?" Her voice was sugary sweet like honey and the thought of possibly getting a kiss from someone so kind made your face blush, "We both start at one end of the pocky, taking bits till one of us reaches the middle first or pulls away." Her face blushed slightly as you spoke, her cheeks a soft pink as she nodded waiting patiently for you to offer the pocky and begin.

"Chocolate or stick?" You asked nervously, holding the pocky up to her while your heart started to beat harder in your chest. "Hmmm chocolate!" She gently took the pocky from you, putting the chocolate side in her mouth and leaning in so you could reach the other end, the two of you taking small bites till the tips of your noses were touching. Your faces each flashing red as you closed the gap, the sweet taste of chocolate on your lips as the two of you pulled away.

𑁍༄Freminet:

(I use the nickname Fremmy here...its cute okay!)

"Hi Fremmy! Whatcha working on?" You asked with a smile, leaning in slightly to see some type of mechanical machine, Freminets hands busy putting the pieces together like a puzzle only he could understand. "Oh hello...it's a prop for Lyney and Lynettes magic show, I... can't tell you exactly what for though. I'm...sworn to secrecy." He pulled away from his work table, a light blush on his face as he let you exam his newest creation...and despite looking at it for a couple minutes...you had absolutely no idea what it was.

"Well it looks cool whatever it is..., anyways! Remember how you said you'd never had pocky before? Well I got some and I was thinking we could do that challenge I told you about." You held up the box of sweets for him, watching as his light blush deepened to a dark red colour and he looked away shyly, "I-i...um. O-okay." You giggled as you opened the packaging, holding the pocky for him to take, chocolate side pointed in his direction.

"Remember the rules?" He nodded as he put the candy in his mouth, letting you have the other side while his heart pounded in his chest...but before you could even take a second bite..he pulled away out of nervousness, apologizing profusely and congratulating you on your easy win. In the end you sat down beside him on a nearby couch, sharing the sticks between the two of you the normal way while he talked about future inventions.

𑁍༄Lynette:

"You want to...try the pocky challenge with me?" Lynettes monotone voice had the slightest hint of curiousity, her violet eyes on the box of treats you'd gotten only moments earlier and her face ever so lightly pink, she had never tried the challenge before and the idea of sharing the new experience with you...was like a magic wish come true. "Mhm! Do you want the coated side or the stick?" You asked holding the pocky out for her to examine, ultimately she choose the breadstick side watching you intently as you put the chocolate end in your mouth.

Before you could properly take a bite she was at the other end, munching away rhythmically at a incredibly fast pace, till before you knew it her face was right up against yours, your eyes meeting hers your cheeks turned bright red. Her soft lips grazed yours as she took the final bite, pulling away with a small satisfied smile. "Seems I won...I enjoy this game. Shall we try again?"

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

Neuvillette was silent, his cheeks ever so lightly pink as you explained the rules of the pocky challenge, the hidden truth of it clear as day. He knew that if he agreed to said challenge, he could end up receiving a kiss from you and the thought of such a beautiful thing made his heart skip a beat, but...would he be able to stop himself at just one? Perhaps it would be better to decline...and ask for a kiss instead, then his motives would be clear at least...

"Neuvillette?" You smiled, patiently waiting for his response, unaware of the slight dilemma he was having with himself. "Apologies, I was lost in thought...I suppose a challenge would be alright, as long as everything is legal." His eyes met yours as you giggled happily, handing him the chocolaty dessert and watching in excitement as he put the coated end in his mouth, his blush darkening with each moment.

You took the breadstick part in your mouth, nibbling away at it slowly and savouring it's yummy flavour on your tongue as your heart rate increased, your face growing warmer as you got closer and closer to him. With only the smallest bit of pocky left between the two of you, you paused waiting to see what he'd do next and humming in delight as he took the last bite, closing the gap. Your lips touched for just a moment and just as he had expected, it wasn't enough...his hands holding your face as he kissed you again...preferring you over the candy.

𑁍༄Clorinde:

Clorinde sighed quietly, unsure wether to agree to share your snack with you...and possibly end up in a situation that would leave her blushed and quite possibly falling even harder for you or to disagree and play it safe, but always wonder if she should have said yes. Eventually her violet eyes met yours, her brows turned down slight as if she was annoyed, "I agree to your challenge, but I do hope you know...I'll show no mercy. As a champion duelist I take no challenge lightly."

"Yay! Do you want the chocolate end of the pocky or the breadstick part? I'm fine with either." You held up your snack for her, watching curiously as she examined it carefully, as if it could possibly be poisoned...even though you'd already eaten some of them. "I'll take the part without chocolate, thank you." You nodded in response, cheerfully putting the chocolate side in your mouth and wiggling the stick in front of her while she raised a eyebrow at you.

She leaned in, taking small bites of the pocky and finding it rather difficult to concentrate on the treat itself as she became acutely aware of how close your face was to hers. The gap growing smaller as you both ate away at the yummy treat, until your noses were touching and she took the last bite, pulling away so quickly that you were still left in the same stance in shock. "I win." She said quietly, her face blushed red and her lips touched with a bit of melted chocolate,...

"How about 2 outta 3?"

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

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Jealousy, Jealousy ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Scream Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Sidney Prescott x Fem!Reader & Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader (separate)

Word Count: 590

Summary: Just really quick drabbles of Sidney and Sam getting jealous.

CW: Kissing without consent, alcohol, jealousy (duh lol)

Sidney didn't usually like these kinds of college parties but she'd never hated one this much.

She stuck close to you as she always did at these things, giving her a front row seat to watch some handsy sorority girl try time and time again to pull you into a dance.

She tried to grit her teeth and carry on a conversation with her friends but it was really starting to get under her skin. The hands grabbing your hips, the words whispered into your ear...

Jealousy churned inside of her even as logic screamed that you weren't the type to be tempted by something like that.

Most relationships start with a confession, a first kiss or first date... Your relationship only truly started when she realised she trusted you completely.

And she did. Just as much as she trusted you'd never buy a Ghostface mask and start killing her friends, she trusted that you'd never cheat on her ...but that didn't make her any less pissed to see that girls hands on you.

She could almost ignore it -or at least seeth quietly without pulling a jealous girlfriend routine on you- but then her limit got hit like a truck.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the girl plant a kiss on your cheek -aiming elsewhere but foiled by your quick reflexes.

Her anger spiked. It didn't matter that you were clearly rejecting her and wiping your cheek clean. She excused herself and crossed the room with urgency.

You noticed her coming and lit up into a loving grin. "Hey, Sid. Having-"

Her lips on yours cut you off. Fast and forceful. You melted into her touch as you always did and she wrapped her arms around your waist, pressing you flush against her.

She only pulled back to breathe, her smeared lipstick blended with yours.

"-fun?"

With a weight lifted from her chest she smiled at you. "Im thinking I'd have more fun at my place. Wanna walk me home?"

Sam was tense where she sat, dark eyes glaring across the room at the bartender you spoke to.

You'd been over there too long -or at least she felt like you had, the sultry way the woman behind the counter looked at you made every second stretch longer.

Sam could understand why she was undressing you with her eyes. You looked good, Sam had done the same thing when she picked you up, but understanding didn't make her any less angry.

She laughed at something you said and the sound was like nails on a chalkboard, an assualt on Sam's nerves.

Screw this.

She was up before she could think twice, the speed of her footsteps turning some eyes her way.

You were only just being given your drinks when she reached you. Sam's hand lunged forward grabbing them before you could, a cold, thin smile on her face. "Thanks."

You startled but recognising her instantly calmed you. Holding the necks of both beers with one hand, Sam grabbed yours with the other, leading (or more accurately dragging) you away.

The bartender's gaze followed you to your booth. As much as that irked Sam it was still a relief to get you away from her. Just to be safe though, instead of sitting across from you like usual, she sat next to you, blocking any further staring.

That was better. So when you quirked your head towards her, asking if she was alright she smiled genuinely. "Of course I am. I'm with you."

The words were capped with a peck on your forehead. You didn't press, just smiled to yourself. Sam really was cute when she was jealous.

#scream #scream imagine #sidney prescott x reader #sam capenter x reader #wlw #sidney prescott #sam carpenter

[axailslink]

Hey! OMG you changed your layout thats so cool! I wanted to request a Shuri x Fem!reader where they go to a store to do something mundane but it’s so cute and fluff? I’ve seen so much toxic Shuri…I just want to see something where they have a healthy cute relationship.if it’s possible? I hope you have a nice day

My wife

Shuri x poc FEM reader

Summary: Just you and Shuri goofing off in the local Walmart with a kid.

A/n: thank you for your request love hopefully it's to your liking.

Shuri grabs her keys and waits for you "we're going to the store why do you need to get dressed?" You look her up and down "the real question is why are you not getting dressed? I'm not going to get eyed or judged by someone's auntie because I'm showing a little too much skin." Shuri laughs as you pull your dress over your legs and make sure it stops to a reasonable mid thigh. You look at her in her tank and she agrees going to grab a hoodie.

You both arrive at the store all you need are a few groceries but you both know the basket will be full before you leave. You're quick to grab a basket and Shuri raises her brow "we only need a few things" you nod "the baskets for me" you carefully climb in and Shuri just watches you her very grown wife climb into a Walmart basket in front of everyone Shuri carefully covers your behind as your dress raises ever so slightly. When you sit down you smile at her but she just shakes her head "you're a big fucking kid" you shrug your shoulders because it's true and you're not ashamed of it. "You knew this when you met me" you slouch down into the basket as Shuri pushes you around picking up the items you both need like toilet paper and feminine products. When you make it the feminine isle you see Shuri eyeing an opened douche confusedly you pick it up and she jumps "put that back we don't where that's been" "it hasn't been used they probably just looked at it" Shuri grabs a broom from the other isle and knockes it out of your hands causing you to look at her and roll your eyes. "Now pick it up" she looks at you and shakes her head "I'm not touching that I don't know where it's been" she tries to pick it up with the broom and you just watch her overly dramatic scream and jump when it almost touches her. You're tempted to leave the basket and help but it's kind of funny watching her struggle and freak. This is the same woman who wears the black panther suit?

You start recording using your kimoyo beads your snickering turns her attention to you though and she grabs your wrist "delete that" you shake your head and snatch your wrist "absolutely not I'm going to show mother how much of a germophobe she made." Shuri shakes her head as you end the recording "if you had to see how dirty things were constantly in a lab you'd be weary of what you touch too." "Nah you're just scared of a little douche juice." A child walks past and Shuri gets his attention he immediately smiles at Shuri "Queen Shuri" a smile runs quick to your face something about shuri with children has always made you smile she's good with them. Sometimes. "You want to do me a favor little man?" He nods "pick that up and put it right there" he does as told and Shuri smiles at him "where's your mama?" He smiles "over here." He tries to grab Shuri's arm but she grabs his wrist instead she seriously does not like unsanitary things. That includes children with grabby hands he leads her to the isle next to you both and she smiles at the woman. Shuri hooks her hand into the basket pulling you along. "Could I buy him something? He did me a favor." The woman is quick to respond "yes absolutely" Shuri smiles "I'll bring him back to you" Shuri all but tosses the kid onto your lap "you're queen Y/n" he smiles up at you and you can't help but smile "yes and you are?" "My name is Teshawn" as you talk to the little kid Shuri opens your purse and covers her hands in sanitizer and the childs.

Teshawn rides with you both as you shop for the day he does whatever Shuri does. It's is kind of cute he's like a little mini Shuri she grabs a box of cereal he grabs a box of cereal she grabs tissue he grabs tissue. Shuri of course can't tell him no. She lets the basket fill up when you both finally reach the last item you climb out of the basket with Shuri's help and plant a soft kiss on her lips forgetting Teshawn's existence for a moment. As Shuri pecks your lips a few times she gently pulls your dress down over your thighs. Teshawn covers his eyes as you both pull away "mama says you two are in love is that true?" You turn your attention to him "I don't know if that's the right word there are many like enchanted, captivate-" "devoted to?" You nod at his question "how do you know that word?" He shrugs "I don't know."

You run off for one last item and Shuri waits keeping the little man entertained which isn't hard. When you come back holding fake flowers Shuri sighs "baby what do we need that for?" You shrug "so we can stop buying real flowers perhaps?" You drop Teshawn a flower and give one to Shuri who can't help but s.ack your bare legs with the plastic you immediately smack her back with yours hitting her in the neck Teshawn jumps out of the basket and hits Shuri with his own fake plant fighting her legs "don't hit my queen" Shuri watches as he tries to bite her "your queen? This is my wife" he shakes his head "nope she's my wife" Shuri gasps "how dare you? You just gone take my woman little man?" He nods "yep she likes me more anyways." You laugh at their little back and forth bickering which happens the whole way to checkout.

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You of course return Teshawn to his mother and help her fill the car with the items he made Shuri buy which she wasn't so quick to take. "We don't need a handout" Shuri shakes her head "unless you're willing to refund everything for sure but I think you should have it." The woman thanks Shuri while you hug Teshawn he looks at Shuri and sticks his tongue out "my woman" Shuri can't help but laugh. "I'm so sorry" you both shake your heads "no problem at all" Shuri remarks.

As soon as you both get into the car Shuri looks at you "you do know that's why we're not having kids right? We went in for five things left with fifty and he thinks you're his woman." You laugh as Shuri shakes her head "what happened to no problem at all?" She laughs "I lied."

A/n: this was enjoyable to write hopefully it's as enjoyable to read.

#shuri imagine #shuri x reader #shuri black panther #black panther shuri #letitia wright shuri #mcu shuri #princess shuri #queen shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri fic #shuri fluff #Shuri #shuri udaku x reader #shuri udaku x riri williams #shuri #shuri udaku #shuri udaku x black!reader #Shuri udaku x poc!reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x you #shuri x woc!reader #black panther imagine #black panther wakanda forever #black panther x reader #black panther #shuri x f!reader #letitia wright x black!reader #letitia wright #letitia wright x reader #black panther fics

[ssahotchnerr]

how do you think aaron would propose? and like what kind of ring would he get you?

i feel like his proposal would be the spur of the moment kinda thing 🥹 BUT, that's not how he would have originally intended it.

he definitely would be planning for MONTHS though. he decided he wanted to marry you very early on into your relationship; it wasn't a hard decision to make in the slightest. you've brought so much light and love and happiness into his life, things he never thought possible and thought he would never experience again 🥺 plus you love jack like he was your own he practically is upon your first time meeting, you and jack instantly clicked and are now inseparable <3 hehe you moved in with them much quicker than anticipated, because if you were leaving, jack would be attached to your legs, tears brimming his eyes, asking aaron over and over if you could just stay :( and so you did!! :D both of them already consider you to be part of the family. the only thing needed now is to make it officially official.

and aaron wants it to be perfect.

he buys a ring, simple yet elegant yet massive hehe <3, and keeps it tucked away. he even packs it away in his go bag when he goes on a case, not only because he doesn't want you accidentally stumbling upon it, but because it makes him feel close to you and hehe seeing it makes him feel giddy because he's so excited to slip it on your finger and be with you forever <333 he then begins to think of an extravagant plan. maybe he'll ask you during a weekend getaway, maybe after a romantic dinner, he wants it to be something special at the perfect moment <3

but then, one night he has a dream he loses you 🥺 he's had dreams like that before, but this one was just different. he startles awake, and you being right next to him, feel his sudden movement and startle awake yourself. he's all panicky and close to tears and distraught and you're instantly: aaron?? baby??? are you okay??? :(((

hearing your voice brings him back to reality- that you are okay, that you are in fact directly right next to him and nowhere else. he looks at you with very very sad eyes and shakily says, "you're still here." to which you say "of course i'm here silly, i'm not going anywhere ever" 🥺 he doesn't know what else to do but bury his face into your chest :(((((

he lets out a heavy breath, a bit more at ease, but he keeps remembering that scary dream :( he then goes into a spiel on how worried he is to lose you and how he just can't afford to and he loves you more than anything. by the end of it, he's clutching onto your hand and saying how he just can't wait any longer and asks you to marry him 🥺

at first you question if you heard him correctly, but the longing and frantic look in his eyes tells you that yes you in fact did <3 hehe now you're the one in tears, happy ones of course <333 profusely nodding your head and telling him of course you will 🥹🥹 you would want nothing more.

AH and now the solemn look on his face instantly changes!!!! he's smiling ear to ear and is like, "really?!?!" you respond by grabbing his face to kiss him, hehe giggling into it and confirming against his lips: "yes!!! really!!!" hehe he doesn't know what to do next other than kiss the life outta you 🥰

and when he shows you the ring :O you're immediately in tears again 🥹 ughsjsks he slips it on your finger, exactly what he's been waiting to do forever, and of course it's a perfect fit <3333 the both of you just look at it in awe 🥹 then you poke him teasingly and say "did you really just propose to me while im in my pajamas???🙄🥰" and heheh he just smiles at you lovingly and says yes he absolutely did :D and it couldn't have been more perfect <3

you're so so tempted to wake up jack to show him but lil bug needs his sleep <3 so he wakes up to celebratory pancakes!!!! AH he's absolutely ecstatic when you and aaron tell him you're staying forever and ever 🥹 he throws his arms around you and hugs you so so tight <3 hehe meanwhile aaron is fighting back tears he’s so happy <3333

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner imagines #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds drabble #criminal minds #hotch x reader

[argumentl]

Nouteikarano 2 exhibition - brief report

I had a ticket for the first session of the last day of the exhibition! I arrived outside the gallery with about 10 mins to spare, very sweaty from the walk, but nevermind 😅 It seems like there were 10 spots per session for the Osaka run, and about 6 or 7 people were waiting there, including me. 

Fujieda came outside at 11am and called each person in by their ticket number. I was number 5! He touched my phone screen to swipe my ticket, and yes, that was an event for me! 😂 

Next I went upstairs to the 2nd floor, where Takabayashi was waiting, and he handed me the paper ticket for the event. This was the first time for me to actually talk to both managers in person, so I was quite happy about that 😄 

After this I was in the exhibition space. No photos were allowed at all this time unfortunately, it was quite a small room. 

I think the biggest difference from Tokyo is probably just that there was no space for the personal items display in this small room (and obviously no live painting). However, I did actually see 2 or 3 of those personal items hiding behind a kind of ridge at the top of the ceiling. I cant think of any reason why he would hide them there other than to see who was eagle-eyed enough to spot them!😅 

There was also some footage being projected on part of the wall, which was showing Kaoru in his art studio/apartment wearing a winter down jacket while painting. 

His bgm was playing in the background too. 

As for the art itself, it was an experience seeing all the pieces up close in reality. I had seen a few of them at Tora no ana, but there was stilll plenty which was new to me. One piece in particular made me well up!  (Here I can't really say much else, I'm planning to send my detailed thoughts about the art and the atmosphere to TTD)

His Hanshin × Dir happi coat was also on display on a mannequin, and didn't even have any 'no touching' signs with it! I was so tempted to just feel the sleeve at least or something, but out of respect I didn't touch it.

Of course, I spent the full hour in this tiny room looking at each piece over and over. 

A few people left after about ten mins, but some stayed the whole hour like me. I heard one woman telling the merch guy why she liked Kaoru so much. She was saying, "Its his sexy eyes, I love them!....I mean, his guitar playing is good too though", which made me laugh to myself a bit 😂 

As for merch I only bought the pamphlet, which is the only thing I really wanted to buy anyway. Initially, I wanted an acrylic stand too, but they are 12 types sold at random, so I decided against that in the end. 

Anyway, the pamphlet is wonderful, so I highly recommend getting it if it goes on GBS afterwards. 

One interesting thing I noticed since going to Kaoru's events is that a lot of his fans look as if they are a similar age to me or older. I do tend to feel like a bit of an old woman within the online fandom sometimes, so this is actually quite heartwarming to see 😄

Overall though, I can say it was a moving and fullfilling experience, and Im so grateful I was able to go!

#薫 #dir en grey #nouteikarano2

[kivaember]

tosses down some more pre-young jupiter walter. also as a conversation rate between COAM and dollars: 1 COAM = $10.

There were many drawbacks living in the slums of Ganymede: no sunlight, the sticky heat, the polluted air, everything coated in about three layers of rust... but the worst drawback, in Walter's opinion, was the water.

On Rubicon, everything was clean and sterilised. Every surface, gleaming so white it hurt the eyes, the scent of preservatives and bleach constantly burning his nose and tickling the back of his throat. The water, too, always carried a faint chemical aftertaste - nothing harmful, just completely sterilised of any and all Coral contaminants, or so his parents would say when he used to complain about the taste.

On Ganymede it was an entirely different story.

The water always tasted of metal, had a filmy quality to it, and looked cloudy. The locals said that it was just how it had been filtered, that the water was safe to drink - everyone drank it here for hundreds of years, and they're still around, see? - but Walter had always struggled to adjust to it. It was kind of funny, really. The grime and the stink and the lack of sunlight, he had adjusted to with minimal difficulty, but the water? It was difficult to swallow - literally.

He wasn't the only one who felt this way. There was a booming market for bottled water - from topside. Fresh water, melted from the polar ice they cut to feed the massive water demands of the surface colony, and purified. It was the equivalent to fucking tap water on Rubicon, but on Ganymede it may as well have been liquid gold. The smugglers who dealt with it upcharged it massively, and they had limited stock, fleecing the locals without a hint of shame - and the locals knew they were being scammed, but bought the water anyway, because even though they said 'oh the tap water's safe!' they really knew it wasn't. These people threw away their meagre spending money for clean water of all things.

And Walter was one of them.

"Here's your usual, scrapper: one ten-pack of two-litre bottles for 10 COAM."

Walter grunted at the criminally high price, handing over the 10 COAM credit chip to their resident 'water baron' without a fuss.

A smuggler who had found his niche and a steady income because of it, their 'water baron' had a reputation of being both reliable and somewhat reasonable with his prices. While other sector water barons were shameless in charging 10 COAM per bottle, theirs - a man by the name of Mike of all things - generously charged 1 COAM per bottle, understanding the economics of 'keep things affordable so people can actually buy your shit'.

Walter still disliked the whole situation, though - disliked the fact that he was openly engaging in this fucking scam. The water probably was safe down in the slums, it wouldn't do for all of the working class to die of dysentry or some other terrible water-borne disease, but it still tasted foul with a terrible texture.

"Looks good," Mike said cheerfully, stowing the credit chip after checking its authenticity. "You know, I've got another shipment coming in tomorrow. I can set aside another ten-pack for you - as a favour."

Mike's tone was sly, dangling that tempting fish hook. Walter just picked up his purchased water, leaning back slightly to mitigate the weight. Twenty kilos wasn't heavy, but it was a long walk back to his garage and his arms were bound to get tired sooner rather than later.

"No, this'll do," he said. "I'll come by in two weeks for my usual."

"You need to learn how to splurge a little, scrapper," Mike tutted, and even wagged his finger at him. "You've been such a good customer, y'know! I'm even willing to give it to you for a discount."

Walter turned on his heel and walked away.

"Think about it!" Mike called at his retreating back. "I'll be here as usual!"

Walter ignored him. He knew better than to take the bait Mike was dangling in front of him. He wasn't blind to the looks that water baron gave him - or rather, his chest and his partially unzipped mechanics jumpsuit - and didn't want to deal with that pointless drama. He just wanted some damn water that didn't taste like shit, not beating off the ambitious advances of some small-time water smuggler.

He scoffed under his breath, weaving through the crowd that loitered around the water baron's market. Several stalls selling other smuggled goods sprung up around here, and it was one of the few illegalities that the Ganymede Guards actually turned a blind eye to. No one was stupid enough to sell weapons or hard drugs here, after all, and this was the only place to get luxuries that were considered ubiquitous up on the surface colony.

Besides, no Ganymede Guard was going to arrest someone for reselling bottled water or a fucking watermelon.

Walter eventually left the smuggler's market behind, adjusting his water pack every so often as the muscles in his arms burned. Gravel and broken glass crunched underneath his steel-capped boots, and overhead the buzzing of lights and the groan of rusted ventilation fans added to the usual ambience of the metal coffin they were all buried inside. He followed the winding, maze-like alleyways of Sector E's slums until he eventually came upon a much wider street, the flickering sign 'CARLA'S SCRAPPERS' flickering above the open doors of their garage.

Home sweet home... or something.

He walked in, grunting at Chatty's equally subdued greeting, and casting a quick look across the cluttered workspace. A few mechs in various states of dismantlement were strewn across the garage, their hulls more rust than metal, and their servos and circuity pulled and laid out like electronic guts. Out of view he could hear Carla's radio warbling out that classical music called 'metal rock' or something, accommpanied by the buzz of a scrapping saw - or Carla's attempt at singing. It was hard to tell which was which actually.

"I'll tell the Chief you're back, kid," Chatty said.

"Thanks," Walter muttered, continuing on until he reached the rear of the garage, and entered into their adjoining living space to dump his smuggled water into their fridge - though not before extracting a single bottle from the pack.

He could admit that this was a silly indulgence to have. He could save that COAM for something more useful, like their war chest for their eventual expedition to Rubicon, or practical things like new boots (his soles were pretty worn on these) or new clothes (he was still wearing the mechanic suit from when he'd been a teenager, and his chest had grown in since then). Instead he was spending it on overpriced water, just so he could have a taste of something familiar, of something clean.

Walter sighed, cracking the lid open and taking a hearty swig from the bottle. It was lukewarm, and tasted sterile - but it was still the single most refreshing thing Walter had drank all day. He indulged in another large mouthful, before screwing the lid back on and stowing the bottle into the fridge to join the others.

To be honest, he actually wanted enough water to have a shower that didn't make him feel slimy afterwards. He wasn't a vain man, and his relationship with his body could be described as ruthlessly pragmatic. So long as it was fit and healthy, he didn't care if the water made his skin uncomfortably dry sometimes, or left him smelling like a stagnant pond, or caused his hair to be slightly greasy, unless he used more shampoo than usual (which was its own indulgence Walter spent too much COAM on). But after years of showering in this foul water, after knowing that things could be so much better (hot water, showers that actually had pressure, being clean god, he missed being clean), he found a sort of homesickness and frustrated longing he'd thought himself incapable of.

His mind wandered back to Mike's offer: if he "splurged" on another ten pack, that'd mean he'd have 40 litres of water. If he stretched it out, he could clean himself with that water for a solid week... heat up a clean coffee pot, pour it over his head, give himself a good scrub...

...

Walter scowled and shook his head.

This place was getting to him. He couldn't be spending his money on such frivolous luxuries, not when he and Carla needed to save what few credits they got down here for the future expedition and information gathering. Besides, he was a scrapper. He was going to be coated in oils and machine lubricant and god knows what else immediately afterwards anyways.

No. Spending 10 COAM on clean water every two weeks was all he'll allow himself - for drinking. Not for showering. He'd endured this situation for almost seven years now, he can endure it for another seven if he had to.

He nodded to himself. That's right. Walter was above such petty desires. If it wasn't in service to his mission, then he didn't need it. He can live without it.

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The next day, after enduring an evening shower where the water had come out of the nozzle brown... Walter went and got that second ten-pack of water, much to the smirking Mike's delight.

#armored core #armored core 6 #fanfic #handler walter #me rattling the bars of my cage #i love writing walter pre-canon #makes me wanna bite through steel #im also half-asleep right now #anyways enjoy

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Kicho's Main Story Ch. 13 Part 2 Dramatic

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. SPOILERS under the cut.

This is a rushed translation, so expect a lot of mistakes. I'll edit this later.

The next morning, still filled with happiness, I was again surrounded by tension.

Mai: "Ugh, my stomach hurts."

Ranmaru: "Lady Mai, are you okay?

Masamune: "What, did you pick up some food somewhere?"

Mai: "No, I didn't. Why would I even do that?"

Ieyasu: "Yeah. Why would she do that?"

Ieyasu nodded and glanced back.

There, between Nobunaga and Mitsuhide, was Kicho.

(I was so relieved that I completely forgot about the alliance.)

Earlier this morning, Nobunaga and Mitsuhide came into the tent just when I finished changing his bandages.

------------Flashback------------

Nobunaga: "All reports are in, and we have determined that this matter has been resolved. Therefore, this is the end of our agreement."

Mitsuhide: "Kicho. You'll come with us to Azuchi."

Kicho: "Yeah."

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Kicho betrayed the Oda forces before and was also the main culprit in the attack on Azuchi Castle.)

(It's okay that Motonari got away, but it doesn't mean this didn't happen.)

(I guess the punishment for rebellion in this era is death.)

Just thinking about it makes me want to run away with Kicho from this place right now.

(Wait, no. There's no guarantee that we can escape. And if we do, we'll be in more serious trouble.)

(More importantly, the other party is the Oda army, so we'd better have a discussion.)

Mai: "Alright!"

Ieyasu: "It's fine to feel motivated, but don't think of anything crazy."

Mai: "What?"

(Crap. Did he notice it in my voice?)

Masamune: "Mai. When we get back to the castle, I'll make you some delicious stew."

Masamune: "I'll make you something else you like, so think about what you want."

Ieyasu: "Then I'll have to come up with all kinds of reckless excuses with you."

Ieyasu: "I'll check your injuries and give you some medicine later."

Mai: "Guys..."

Ranmaru: "Uh-oh. Lady Mai, it looks like you have a lot to keep you busy before you leave."

Ranmaru: "Everyone in the Oda army is so nice to you."

Mai: "Yup."

(That's why I'm tempted to let them spoil me.)

(Even though I saw the castle without Tenshu with my own eyes, I can't help but hope that they would forgive Kicho.)

Mai: "Huh?"

(The tenshu is there.)

Arriving safely in Azuchi, I saw Azuchi Castle before it got destroyed.

Mitsunari and Keiji came to meet us, and they both laughed at my reaction.

Mitsunari: "Lady Mai, you seem surprised."

Mai: "Yes. Um, when did you fix it?"

Mitsunari: "After the attack, Lord Hideyoshi immediately started repairing the damage."

Mitsunari: "It's not yet finished, but from this angle, it looks just like it used to be."

Keiji: "How did you manage to get this far while keeping the rebellion at bay when there's so much chaos in Japan?"

Hideyoshi: "Well, we can't leave Lord Nobunaga's castle like that."

Mai: "Hideyoshi!"

Hideyoshi: "Welcome back, Mai. You did a good job."

Mai: "Yes. I'm back."

Hideyoshi gently smiled as he patted me on the head.

Masamune: "Hey, we should get going. If we stop here for too long, we'll fall behind."

Mai: "Oh, right."

(We're at the castle, which means it's time to go.)

Taking a deep breath, I went on into the castle.

Nobunaga: "We're all here."

Nobunaga looked at the assembled warlords and spoke up.

The atmosphere in the hall was quiet and tense, a far cry from the friendly atmosphere earlier.

Kicho, sitting in front of Nobunaga, was also not particularly resisting.

(I'm still nervous to talk in this room, but I can't just stay silent.)

Mai: "Excuse me, Nobunaga. May I?"

Nobunaga: "What is it?"

Mai: "Please permit a discussion regarding the punishment of Kicho's treason."

Mai: "Please!"

I put my hands on the tatami mat and bowed my head, but...

Nobunaga: "There's no need for that."

Nobunaga: "I've already spoken with this man about the rebellion."

(Oh no. So he's not gonna change his decision now?)

(At this rate, Kicho will...)

Nobunaga: "Continue to serve as director of the trading post."

Mai: "!?"

Kicho: "Understood."

Still surprised, he then bowed his head.

Nobunaga: "I'm not trying to be merciful. You're a useful man."

Nobunaga: "I'll surely achieve my goal, so do your best to make it happen."

Kicho: "Yes, sir."

(Thank God.)

Relieved, I let out a deep breath and put my hand on my chest.

Nobunaga: "But there will be no next time."

Nobunaga: "If I hear anything from Mai, I'll cut off your head immediately."

Mai: "What? Me?"

Nobunaga: "That's right. According to the reports, you were doing well at the trading post."

Nobunaga glanced at Mitsuhide and quickly returned his gaze to me.

Nobunaga: "Even though you're not in this castle, you're still my lucky charm."

Nobunaga: "Go to Sakai with Kicho."

Mai: "Okay! Thank you."

(I'm happy. I can be with Kicho from now on.)

Mitsunari: "Lady Mai, why are you thanking him?"

Ieyasu: "You don't need to know, so shut up."

Hideyoshi: "Wait. You'll have to explain it all to me later."

Masamune: "I think it might be quicker to ask her directly than Ieyasu."

Mai: "Eh?"

(Right. I haven't told anyone except Mitsuhide.)

Mai: "Actually, we're in a relationship."

Mitsunari: "So you two are in love!"

Hideyoshi: "I didn't hear anything about it. When did you two fall in love?"

Hideyoshi: "No, more importantly, Kicho, can you really take care of Mai?"

Kicho: "Of course. I will cherish and love her more than anything else."

Kicho: "She will always be my one and only from now on."

Mai: "..........."

My heart skipped a beat when he said this with a serious look in his eyes.

(What's with the air? It really tickles.)

Mai: "Anyway, thanks for recognizing us, everyone!"

Ieyasu: "Recognize, huh?"

Keiji: "Gotcha. I'll keep it in mind, don't worry!"

Ranmaru: "Well, now that Lord Kicho's fate has been decided and their relationship has been revealed, shall we get started?"

Mai: "Start? What's going on?"

Mitsunari: "We're having a feast since everything has been taken care of, and both you and Lord Kicho have returned."

Mai: "I see. Well, you have a lot of stuff to carry, so I'll help!"

(I think this may be the first time I've volunteered to participate.)

(I'm sure the feast with my loved ones will be fun.)

I quickly got up and followed Ranmaru and the others as they went to get ready.

Two months later...

Kicho: "Mai, are you ready?"

Mai: "I'm coming!"

I rushed out of the trading post, carrying a large bag, and Kicho, who was waiting for me, snatched the bag out of my hand.

Mai: “Sorry, thanks.”

Kicho: “Are you nervous?”

Mai: “A little.”

(I never thought I’d have a chance to become a designer, even in this era.)

(I need to make today’s sales pitch a success to make my dream come true.)

After he and I returned to Sakai, I continued to work as his secretary.

I met again with a woman who had been to the party before, and she expressed an interest in the clothes I made after I told her about the outfit Kicho was wearing.

(I drew a lot of designs for today.)

(No, I had been doing what I could long before that.)

Kicho: “It’s gonna be okay. Your efforts will pay off.”

Kicho: “You fell and got broken before, but you didn't give up.”

Mai: "Kicho..."

???: "See you later!"

Mai: "-----!"

I looked up when I heard a cheerful voice coming from the upstairs window and saw two children leaning over, waving their little hands in our direction.

Kicho: "Don't put your head outside the window. It'd be dangerous if you fell."

Children: "Okay!"

Mai: "Those kids were here today, too."

Kicho: "Yeah. Fuku really is popular. Lately, they often come to visit her."

Mai: "Then, Fuku is going to learn a lot of words thanks to those two."

The twins we met in the village also came here from Azuchi with us after reuniting with their mother.

Apparently, one of Kicho's business associates was looking for a worker, so he hired her.

I was really happy they found a new place to live and to see them smiling as they happily told me about their life.

Boy: "Miss Mai, I'm rooting for you!"

Girl: "That weird kimono was so cute."

Mai: "Thank you, guys. I'll do my best!"

Waving back, I returned my gaze ahead, and Kicho offered his hand to me.

Kicho: "Let's go, Mai."

Mai: "Okay!"

By the time we returned to the trading post after the business meeting, the sky was already turning red.

Kicho: "That was a good impression. With that, I'm sure you'll be getting requests soon."

Mai: "I'd be happy if that's the case. I can't wait to make it already."

(They were happy with all the designs I brought.)

(As I thought, this is really my dream.)

My heart was still loudly pounding as I put my palms around my chest, wanting to remember everything about this feeling.

Kicho's subordinate: "Lord Kicho, Lady Mai, I've been waiting for you."

Kicho: "Is something wrong?"

Kicho's subordinate: "Someone sent letters to each of you."

(Ah!)

The letter I received had a glasses symbol on it.

(This is from Sasuke!)

(This is probably his response to the letter I asked Mitsuhide to send to him before I left for Sakai.)

"Mai, it's been a long time. Thanks for the letter."

"I was also affected by the change in history. I was worried about you, so I'm glad to know you're okay."

"I've got a lot going on here too, but it's gonna take me a while to write it down."

"I'll come to see you again so we can talk. I look forward to your continued support of the Sarutobi delivery service."

(I see. Sasuke is also safe.)

(I wonder what he means by a lot going on. Next time we meet, I'll ask about the people around him.)

Mai: "Mine was from a friend. Who did you get it from?"

Kicho: ".........."

He said nothing and turned the letter in his hand toward me.

(It's blank. There's not a single letter written on it.)

Surprised, I then flipped it over to see the sender's name.

Mai: "Shojumaru?"

Mai: "Wait. Motonari?"

???: "You sure remember it well."

Mai: "!?"

I turned around at the sound of a familiar voice and saw the very person who had sent the letter, Shojumaru, or rather, Motonari.

Kicho: "What do you want?"

Motonari: "Ha! What a shitty way to start an emotional reunion."

Motonari: "I heard that you came back to this trading post, so I came all the way here to see you."

Motonari: "Mr. Director. Let's continue to get along as business partners, shall we?"

Motonari took a few steps closer to us and squinted his blood-red eyes.

Motonari: "I'll be watching on the sidelines. If you have another way, prove it to me. If it didn't work, I would destroy it all."

(Perhaps Kicho's words gave him a lot to think about.)

Kicho: "I see. Do whatever you want."

Kicho: "But if you interfere with my path, I won't tolerate it."

Motonari: "As I thought, you haven't changed."

Motonari: "Now that it's settled, let me hit you one last time."

Kicho: "Ha?"

Suddenly, Motonari took out a club with countless spikes on it.

(Where did he get that thing!?)

Motonari: "I don't trust anyone from the start, and people like you really piss me off."

Mai: "Wait! Don't fight!"

???: "Kicho!"

Motonari & Kicho: "----!"

A small shadow flew in from the sky to protect Kicho from Motonari.

Mai: "Fuku!? What about the birdcage!?"

Kicho: "The twins probably left it open."

Mai: "This is a serious matter. Motonari, let's call it a truce for now!"

Motonari: "Ha?"

Fuku: "Osoto!"

Kicho: "Hey, don't get excited and fly off on your own."

Kicho: "We have no choice. Let's split up and catch Fuku."

Mai: "Okay. I'll go get the birdcage!"

Kicho: "I'm counting on you. I'll go after Fuku with Motonari."

Motonari: "Ha? Why me?"

Mai: "When you find Fuku, please raise that club in the air as you run."

Mai: "Then I'll go over there!"

Kicho: "Yeah, that's a good marker for sure. Okay, let's go."

Motonari: "I'll get back at you bastards later."

A moment later一

Mai: "I'm glad Fuku is safe."

Kicho: "True. It's all thanks to the club Motonari was holding."

Kicho: "Fuku liked it so much that she flew over it herself."

Mai: "Hehe, I'm glad we found a peaceful use for it."

Motonari sighed when he saw Fuku happy, handed me the club, and left.

As for Fuku, she was now sleeping in my room.

(It was another busy and fun day.)

Kicho: "You look happy, Mai."

Mai: “Oh. Am I smiling?”

Mai: “I’m happy because today was fun.”

Kicho: “I see. You’re that happy, huh?”

Smiling softly, he picked me up, carried me straight to his bed, and gently lowered me onto his lap.

Mai: “Um?”

Kicho: “You can stay in my room tonight instead of going back to your room.”

Mai: “Is it because of Fuku?”

Kicho: “No. I just wanted to hold you in my arms like this.”

(Ah...)

After saying that, he hugged me, making my heart pound.

Mai: “Oh, yeah. We’ve been busy since we got here that we haven’t spent much time together like this.”

Mai: “Though we were together at work.”

Kicho: “Yeah. That’s why I got this new bed.”

Kicho: “We can sleep together in this one.”

Mai: “That’s...!”

Kicho: “From now on, you can come to my room as you like.”

Kicho: “I have nothing more to hide from you.”

Mai: “Kicho...”

He brushed my cheek and lifted my chin. His lust-filled eyes were so close to mine that my heartbeat quickened.

Mai: “Nn...”

A sweet, numbing sensation ran through my body as he kissed me.

I wanted him so badly that my feelings almost overflowed with just one kiss.

Eventually, he slowly pulled away, and our gazes entwined again as he narrowed his eyes at me.

Kicho: “What would you do if the wormhole opened up again?”

Mai: “Huh?”

Kicho: “When I time-slipped, I learned how to observe it to return to the turbulent world.”

Kicho: “If the future has returned, the wormhole may reappear again.”

Kicho: “If you want, I一”

Mai: “No.”

I put my finger to his mouth and shook my head.

Mai: "I told you, remember? I said I want to be by your side forever."

Mai: "I've already decided my path, and I don't intend to change it now."

Mai: "I want to be here."

(I truly believe this is where I belong. I want to live with him.)

Kicho: "I see."

His hands around my waist gently undid my obi, letting my kimono fall from my shoulders, and our lust-filled eyes entwined as we greedily exposed each other's bare skin.

Mai: "Nn..."

My heart started beating faster as our warmth overlapped, and we felt each other's touch.

Kicho: "It looks like I was a bad listener."

Kicho: "I should have said I wanted you to be there for me no matter what."

Mai: "Kicho..."

Kicho: "I never wanted love, never had the desire for it, and never knew anything about it, but you gave me something that never existed, not even in shadow or form."

With these words, he entwined his left hand with my fingers.

Kicho: "I'll love you with everything I have, and we will live through together until the end of our lives."

Mai: "Yes."

It's not easy to live.

Each of us has different feelings, and while repeatedly feeling happiness and pain, we are all moving forward, trying our best to stay on the road ahead of us.

(But amidst that path, I want to face it, me, him, and something ahead of us that I don't know yet.)

So that I wouldn't miss anything important and so that I could love him wholeheartedly.

Kicho: "Mai, I love you."

Mai: "I love you too, Kicho."

I will live in this era with my loved ones and remain myself for the rest of my life.

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[yandere-romanticaa]

There's this idea that's been floating inside my mind for months now and I am extremely tempted to turn this into a full blown series of sorts. It's related to the latest chapters of Seraph of the End and they somehow get transported into our world and then they meet you, the reader, by sheer accident. You freak out because of course you do and when you try telling them that they're fictional characters it all backfires on you because whenever you try looking up their names on the Internet there is no information about them whatsoever... You are the only one in this world who knows who they are which could cause trouble. Under the cut are just some ideas how everyone would react to certain situations, your relationship with them, how they act around you and whatnot. Feel free to comment and share any ideas you have, I'm open to anything!

WARNING, SPOILERS LIE AHEAD‼️

❤️ YUUICHIRO HYAKUYA - He’s the first dummy you encounter by complete accident. You were just walking down the street and then there’s this idiot that just ran into you and was shouting like a crazy person. Where am I, why does everything look so weird, why are the buildings so good looking?! He helps you get back up on your feet of course but he is bombarding you with questions and you can’t process anything he’s saying. You notice his strange attire and piece together that he’s probably just a very dedicated cosplayer that was really getting into Yuu’s character. You tell him this with a smile on your face but he ends up thinking that you’re the idiot - why would he be faking this, what is wrong with you?! You’re out in the open, you could get pounced on at any second, oh God, where is his squad?!! After many hours pass and even grander hysterics Yuuichiro manages to convince you that he really is not faking anything and that everything he’s saying is true. It’s still a little hard to believe him but once you relax a little he takes a huge liking to you, especially if you buy him some food. You’ll most likely meet the Shinoa squad after a few days of searching for them, but right now I’m a bit more interested in exploring your personal relationship with him.

 He probably sees you as someone very kind once he gets to talk to you, he even relaxes a bit and starts showing you his more playful and childish side more. You treat him like a kid brother but you’re so delicate with him, it’s so hard for him to contain the blush that’s creeping up on his face. You’re delicate with everyone he notices, it’s probably because you know everyone’s backstory and trauma so well. He thinks it’s fun that you know all of them inside and out like this, even if he was just a part of some story in your world. He’s a lovestruck puppy later on, he craves so much of your attention it’s insane. He can’t seem to understand that this world you live in is actually normal, no one can hurt him ever again and he can finally have a normal life... He needs adjusting, that’s for sure. His yandere side would probably be shown when he’s trying to protect you and when he gets jealous.

 I’m so tempted to write more for him (for everyone if I'm being real ...) but I’ll try to keep it short and sweet, I have so many ideas it’s insane.

❤️ MIKAELA HYAKUYA - OKAY SO, I imagined that everyone in the cast gets transported here just after Mika gets tunred into a demon and before he can properly possess Yuu’s sword, he ends up attaching himself to you instead (he’s not a kid though!). You sense him all day, every day, but you can’t tell what keeps hovering over you all the damn time, why do you hear voices in your head? Mikaela is overjoyed to see that Yuu is safe but he doesn’t trust you when he sees you, everything about this entire situation is so bizzare he can’t make aynthing of it. The last thing he can recall seeing is a flashing light and then everything went quiet. He sensed your life force and was attracted to it, it was so comforting to feel you know? He explores your mind and desires but he’s limited, he can’t tred deeper for whatever reason. He gets to know you, he even talks to you from time to time and you indulge him, it’s.... well, he has no words really.

 You decipher that you are indeed talking to Mikaela, which makes you very happy. He overheard all of your conversations with Yuu so he already knows everything you think - and he just doesn’t believe you. It doesn’t matter that he’s tempted to devour your heart, he wants answers and he wants them now damn it. He gets super huffy when you sleep, he always invades your dreams and forces you to tell him everything you know and what your plans for Yuu and the others are. However, he senses no malice in your heart, no evil, no ulterior motives.... What kind of human are you? He starts acting all overprotective of you, always chastising and fussing over you, like a cute boyfriend. He reads your mind and tells you to stop saying such stupid things but you tease him, it’s so fun to rile him up.

 After a lot of research you discover an ancient spell which allows demons to be transformed back into a human, much to everyone’s surprise. With a few tweaks, there’s also a chance of turning vampires into humans as well... After years of darkness, despair and misery, perhaps Mika can allow himself to grasp this glimmer of hope and let a new person into his heart once again.

Something I'd like to point out is that the demon's can't talk to their humans here, at least not for a period of time. The only reason you can talk to Mika is because he attached himself to you and only through him can you even get close to Asuramaru and the others. They probably got a little spooked by everything and went into a state of comatose, the demons in our world probably aren't very happy to see these strangers all over their territory now.

❤️ SHINOA HIIRAGI - Out of everyone, Shinoa is the one who manages to blend in with modern society the most, she takes no time in indulging in modern trends, foods, games, you name it! it’s scary, especially seeing how hard everyone else is handling these sudden changes but you manage to understand her a little better thanks to Yuu’s help and her finally confessing her true feelings on the matter. After years of abuse and war, it just feels so good to just unwind. In this world she is not a Hiiragi, she is not a soldier, she is not a damn test subject, she is just a normal girl that was blessed to live a normal, fullfiling life and it was all thanks to your help.

 As a yandere, I can see her being romantic or platonic, it really could go either way with her. She’s just happy to have you by her and her friends side, that’s her biggest desire now.

❤️ MITSUBA SANGU - She tries to play it cool but her paranoia eats her from the inside out, it’s so difficult for her to grasp the situation, please just let her breathe. Shinoa teases her from time to time, which also does not help one bit.... She probably gets into fights with random strangers on the street because she sort of forgot how to act in a normal society so everything just frustrates her to no end. She’s always thinking like a soldier, always ready to strike, always ready to defend herself and her loved ones... But once you show her that she’s safe, Mitsu shows you her gentler side, even indulging in some of those fun activites Shinoa likes so much. She also really likes you, she just isn’t willing to say it out loud.

 ...She’s really grateful to you, you know? When she stares at the moon she feels happy to have met you, feels relieved for being allowed this second chance at life. That’s why she tires so hard to protect you, she owes you everything.

❤️ YOICHI SAOTOME - Ah, baby boy, baby... He’s a cute little baby in your eyes, you probably end up spoiling him the most with your affection by accident because of his cuteness, much to everyone’s chagrin. For a lot of the people here it takes time for them to develop feelings for you but this guy feel fast and hard. It’s so easy to overlook the fact that Yoichi really is not the cute little boy you think he is... Please, don’t treat him like he’s weak, he is anything but weak. He feels like bursting into tears whenever you call him cute, he doesn’t want to be cute he wants to be manly! He carries the death of his sister on his shoulders and you remind him of her so much it hurts...

 He’s one of the more unhinged ones, shall we say.

❤️ SHIHO KIMIZUKI - This hardass I swear ... I already feel like throwing hands with him, he's so frustrated with you!! His crush is so obvious but like Mitsuba, he just can't say anything out loud!!! He tries so hard to impress you but is more subtler at it than Yuu which does earn him some brownie points. Not that intense of a yandere unless he gets provoked... Which happens easily, he also fights with random pedestrians on the street.

As for blending in, he's not that bad actually. He's nowhere near as smooth as Shinoa but compared to the rest of his squad he is definitely second best (please praise him on this one...). I'd say out of everyone he was already the most "normal one" and his usually level headed nature can come in handy from time to time.

❤️ SHINYA HIIRAGI - Sweet man, perfect man. Spoiled boy #2 when it comes to your affections but he's not humble about it at all. He may or may not get slapped by someone if the two of you get too touchy with each other!

Shinya does a good job at keeping his happy and composed poker face, not allowing anyone to see the fear that's blooming in his heart every single day. While he does take comfort in the fact that he doesn't need to fight so much here that still doesn't really lessen his worries now, does it? He's worried about his team and the kids, Guren too... He can't find Guren anywhere and that gives him a headache, please help him ... Ever since he was a kid he was trained to keep his emotions in check but it all comes crashing down once he falls in love with you. You hold him in your arms and pet his hair, you tell him how proud you are of him for coming so far and for keeping it together... And that's when he breaks. He cries, he cries so hard he can't see nor breathe. Your entire shoulder is wet due to his tears but you don't mind.

❤️ GUREN ICHINOSE- This guy actually manages to hold his ground quite well in this world if he were to say so. Guren is very intelligent so he managed to figure things out and got a part time job to get some money, he found a place of his own and sometimes checks up on his teammates in the shadows from time to time. He doesn't come back to them because he feels so guilty for putting them through so much hell, for destroying the world and he feels guilty because he was given a second chance at a new life too. He doesn't deserve to be here, he knows it.

Your and Guren's relationship is incredibly rocky and he forces you not to say a word to anyone about him being where he is, he knows they'll come looking for him if you do. The two of you fight so much, you even fight in front of other people when you're outside in the open. Some people even say you look like a married couple, which both of you furiously deny. All of that anger comes crashing down one night, a night where Guren makes a stupid decision and kisses you. It feels good, it feels so good but it's wrong, he can't do this to you.

He's already hurt so many people, he won't be able to live if he hurts you too.

This got longer than I expected but it was super fun to write! But I'll stop here for now and dedicate this bit to the humans (Mika isn't a human but he gets a pass ❤️)

I'm not sure if anyone will even like this idea but if you're interested, let me know if you want a part 2 with the vampires!

#yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere seraph of the end x reader #yandere owari no seraph #yandere owari no seraph x reader #owari no seraph x reader #owari no seraph #owari no seraph imagine #owari no seraph manga #seraph of the end x reader #mikaela hyakuya #yuuichiro hyakuya #shinoa hiiragi #mitsuba sanguu #guren ichinose #shinya hiiragi #ferid bathory #crowley eusford #krul tepes #ky luc #lest karr #urd geales #yoichi saotome #shiho kimizuki

[kiryoutann]

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You don't know whether it's too late to find someone or people simply hiding because they don't want to help you. God, you don't ask for much other than them turning on your fire and letting you sleep before morning comes.

These people are really something. You shouldn't expect anything from them.

However, just as you were about to accept your defeat and return to your cold room, you stopped walking when you found a familiar back facing you.

“Prin—Ajax?” You're not completely used to your new way of calling him.

The owner of that name stopped in his tracks, turned to you with wide blue eyes. Just like you, he did not expect to meet his wife in a dark hallway in the middle of the night. You two should be fast asleep in separate rooms instead of standing across while staring at one another like this.

As soon as he got in front of you, he opened his lips to ask: "Shouldn't you be enjoying your beauty sleep?"

"My fireplace went out."

Now that you've answered him, you can't help but wonder what reason he's here. There's not even the slightest hint of alcohol you get from him as an indication he just came back from a bar like he did yesterday.

“It went out? Hmm.. it’s a bit difficult to light the fire again.” Childe rubbed his chin in thought. He looks at you before offering, “Mine is lit.”

Your brows knitted in confusion, “What do you suggest?”

"I suggest you sleep in my room."

You don't know he's being nice or just mocking your bad luck. With his grin and slightly raised eyebrows, you don't want to expect anything from him. However, you’re really sleepy and being under a warm blanket would be really good.

"Are you fine with that?" You asked.

Either you were hallucinating or his smirk did grew wider. “Hmm, what do you mean? Of course I'm fine with that, you are my wife." He replied.

As a thank you, you gave him a half-hearted smile. “Then, what are we still doing here? Morning is coming, we have no time to waste.” You took the first step to leave Childe some distance behind you.

Childe dropped the fake smile he gave you earlier, a sigh escaped him. "At this rate, I’m sure I’m going crazy." He then follows you.

When you get to Childe's room, you're grateful he didn't lie about the fireplace. The big bed tempts you, makes you imagine what it would be like to lie there and then go to sleep. However, you end up not doing it from not wanting to be rude especially when he's being generous.

You turned to Childe "I will take the couch if that’s alright."

Childe looked at you skeptically, “That would be a problem for me. You should sleep in my bed."

It's weird, really weird. You know Childe is not the type to offer kindness with no intention of benefiting from it—he's a far cry from that. Then why is he being nice to you? You wonder what trick he's hiding under his sleeves.

Or..

Your heart is racing without warning. Cold nape even though the burning fireplace provides more than enough warmth for you. You see Childe drinking from his glass, his Adam's apple bobbing as he does so.

Maybe this is one of his attempts to get under your nightgown. Memories of your wedding night come to your mind again.

"Could it be.. could it be that you are trying to bed me?"

Childe spit out his drink in surprise. You saw the liquid run from his lips to his neck and then onto his shirt. He pounded his chest to get the remnants out of his throat before looking at you.

"I'm offended. Do you think I'm the type to take advantage of the situation?”

Yes, you are exactly that kind of a person, you want to say. However, you don't want to risk to anger him and throw you out of the perfect warm room. You shook your head in response to the man who was wiping his wet lips with a handkerchief.

It somehow makes the situation a bit comfortable for you to let out a genuine laugh.

"My apologies, I was just making sure." You smile at him. "I'll sleep on the bed then."

Without further ado, you climb into the soft bed and pull up the covers. You make sure to cover yourself from the neck down from concern about Childe rather than the cold. Your eyes peek at him who is still standing near the dresser before trying to close it. Before long, you have fallen asleep to replace the sleep you had lost.

The grip of his long fingers tightened. Childe glanced at where you were asleep, regretting that it only brought a bunch of unanswered questions to his head.

Why did he let you here? Even though he needs you to carry out his grand plan, he shouldn't have to worry about you sleeping in a cold room and waking up sick in the morning. He put his glass gently on the table, rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at the moon shining outside the window.

"I guess I was trying too hard to make sure everything would go perfectly."

Childe mumbled to himself before bringing his legs to the door, disappearing behind it not caring if he had left you alone in the room.

As soon as morning falls on Snezhnaya, you wake up to your ladies-in-waiting standing in front of the tray that holds your breakfast. They line up while waiting for you rubbing your eyes while gathering full awareness.

"What's this?" You asked about the tray on the bed.

Sasha answered to you, “His Royal Highness Prince Childe told us to bring you breakfast.”

Your eyes scan the room and find no man spoken of anywhere.

"Where is he now?"

"We have no idea, Your Highness." Sasha tells you while bowing slightly.

Of course he had to go and disappear. The mysterious Childe. You don't even know where he went this time from so many places he might go. You're quite used to him treating you sweetly before erasing all traces of it later.

Something reminds you of the reason you were in his room in the first place. With your eyes on Laura, you painted a smile. Curious about her reaction when she found out her plan didn't work. Maybe she didn't think Childe would be this generous to you.

"This isn’t necessary, I will be joining breakfast with the others." You said as you got off the bed. "Let’s go to my chamber."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Your room is still the same as when you left it, cold and lonely. The difference is, the incoming sunlight no longer leaves a place for darkness to stay. You're trying not to glance at where your fireplace is from not wanting to mess up your own plans.

"Should I prepare the bath now?" You heard Sasha ask.

“No.” As you turned around, you smiled at your three ladies waiting for you to continue. “Actually I have something to complain about.”

Silence fell again in the room. Whether from the politeness of not speaking out of turn or the fear of making a mistake, neither of the women opened their mouths to ask. You turned around, opening the box that held your jewellery.

" Laura, can you close the door slowly next time you come into my room at night?" You said, watching how her body stiffened through the mirror.

Of course she would react that way. She didn't think you would know this, let alone talk about it in front of the other ladies-in-waiting. Unfortunately for her, this isn't the end of your game, oh, you still got a lot more to do so you don't have to get your hands dirty for Laura to uncover her own bad deeds.

“M-My apologies, Your Highness.” Laura hung her head lower than usual.

Your jewelry box is left open while you turn to look at your ladies-in-waiting. “Countess Sasha, did you order her to disturb my sleep?”

You never thought you'd see an expression that wasn't the cold face she usually gave you. Her dark eyebrows knit together, showing that she's confused by your question. Your eyes scanned every part of her face and made a conclusion all entirely on Laura.

“I did not, Your Highness.” She said, side-eyeing the younger one. "We ladies-in-waiting are forbidden to enter the royal family's chambers at night without requests."

Laura's hands that were intertwined with each other turned white as she tried to keep them from shaking. You feel a little sorry for her. She should have known better that you weren't the kind-hearted princess like ones in children's fairy tales.

"Ah, then I'd better ask someone else for an explanation." You chuckled as if that would ease the tension.

As you took a step closer to her, Laura was almost flinched in her stiff stance. You looked up at the top of her head which was clear from how low she looked down. The fireplace that you had avoided glancing at became where you stared before returning to her.

"Laura, why did you take my jewelry last night after putting out the fire?"

From what you said, Laura hastily denied it. She didn't take any jewelry—and you know that too. This is just one way for you to get her to confess her sin. After all, people can't help but correct misinformation, especially about themselves.

By bringing up bigger accusations than what she actually did, you know Laura will deny the false one but admit the other.

“Th-that's not true, Your Highness! I didn't steal any jewelry!” She screamed at the tip of her throat, face red from embarrassment.

If only you could compare Laura to a mouse that had been baited with cheese in a trap. You played your part by putting on an expression as if you were hurt by what she had done.

"So you're saying I was right about you putting out the fireplace to freeze me to death?”

In your words, Laura realized that she had exposed herself in front of three pairs of shocked eyes. Miraculously, the defensive words she had prepared disappeared, as if extinguished like the fire she splashed with water last night. She looks up slowly and finds your offended expression.

"I..I.."

“You plan to freeze me to death. Aren't I right?"

Sasha was about to open her mouth after hearing Laura intentions to harm you. However, you first raised your hand to stop her. Your lips are bent into a frown.

“I—I'm—!” Laura lost her ability to speak. So, all she did now was get down on her knees and pull your robe in desperation. “Your Highness! Please spare me!”

As if hurt, you put your hand on your chest. “Lady Laura, I never thought you would do something like that to me.” Your voice is like that of someone who has witnessed betrayal. But the truth is, you never even put your trust in anyone here to feel it.

“Your Highness! Let me teach her a lesson!” Sasha offers.

You ignored her, you were still fixing your eyes on Laura who started to shed tears. If she was this scared she shouldn't have done that. Hadn't she worked here long enough to understand that any attempt to harm the royal family would be severely punished? Even if she was lucky, she would still have to languish in prison for life.

“Bring me a poker.”

Laura gasped at your words, while the other two acted as if they had seen this coming. Even being hit with the firepoker that Ksenia gave you was the lightest punishment though it resulted in bruises on her hands later.

“Your Highness! Please forgive me this once!” Laura hasn’t given up on begging for your forgiveness, kneeling on your feet wet from her tears that keep falling.

"You two, get out." You gave firm orders to Sasha and Ksenia.

Both of them obeyed even though they hesitated. The door closed slowly, leaving you and Laura. She paled from your fingers that had gripped the iron firepoker. If you're going to hit her without warning, she doesn't know how to react.

"Lady Laura, haven't you thought long before you did that?" You ask, watching how she fails to put together the words to respond to you.

To her horror, her dark eyes follow your pacing feet without you removing your fingers from gripping the firepoker . She hopes you find a reason to forgive her. Laura swears she'll thank you for the rest of her life if that happens.

“Apart from the possibility of being in a dungeon for life, can you imagine what my husband would do to you if he found out about this?”

If Childe does something about this, you're sure he's doing it more out of humiliation than worrying about you being harmed. However, Laura didn't need to know that. All she needs to know is that there are many punishment options you can impose on her and yet, you're standing here with an iron stick.

Laura walked on her knees to you “Y-Your Highness, please forgive me! Don't.. don't let His Highness know about this—my God, what would he do to me if he found out!” She has no shame in trying to soften your heart. Oh, this time Laura would risk anything for you to give her a little kindness.

“Why should I forgive you? What can you give me that is so precious for me to do that?”

Laura was back on the verge of despair. What can someone offer to a person who can get whatever she wants with just a few words and a snap of her finger? Even if you asked for the cheapest jewellery, Laura knew her wages would not be enough to fulfill your request.

The least that can be offered to a person that great is their lives.

Laura's grip on the hem of your nightgown tightened as she stammered out: “M-My life! I will dedicate my life faithfully to you! Please, please forgive me, Your Highness. I'm sure I will be of use to you!”

This is easier than you think.

From the start, you have used your mistreatment as a ladder to get what you want—an informant. Countess Sasha will not be able to fill the role due to her aristocratic status among your ladies-in-waiting, making it very possible for her to act as a spy for someone who wants to know your every move. Ksenia on the other hand was too apathetic to immerse herself in gossips circulating in the palace.

Whereas Laura is the perfect one for it. In addition to her status as a commoner which makes her too far for the nobles to reach, she also likes to gossip.

Your face hosts a triumphant smile. You crouched down to take a closer look of her, cupping her small chin so she wasn't afraid to meet your eyes anymore.

"You're going to do that?"

Laura thinks of this as you softening for her. What she really doesn't know is that she stepped voluntarily into your trap. However, there is nothing for her to worry about as you will ensure that whoever stands by your side will be safe from harm.

They have to be.

“Y-yes! I will do whatever you ask! ”

Because you don't know what you will do if they don't.

The iron in your hand you tossed aside, clinking as it hit the floor. You noticed Laura's shoulders weren't as tense as before, her breathing wasn't as heavy as before. She watched you stand up and turn around, stroking your jewelry box.

"I don't think that's a bad offer." You smile at her through the mirror. “Prove how useful you are to me by telling me the latest gossip around the palace.”

You wrap yourself up as a woman who doesn't want to miss the talk around. Even if Laura is your criteria out of your other ladies-in-waiting, you shouldn't be too sure. By placing your trust in someone, it means that you have accepted the fact that betrayal will be as close as a pulse.

“… The latest gossip, Your Highness?” Laura made sure she had not misheard.

Now that she has dedicated her life to being loyal to you, the thing you want is as simple as her supplying you with all the gossip around the palace?

"Surely you can do that, right?"

Laura nodded quickly afraid you'd change your generous offering. “Of—of course, Your Highness!”

"Well. You can try to prove it from now on.”

Your lady-in-waiting's lips open and close like fish, turning her head to think about the latest, most interesting gossip she can give you. While waiting patiently, you noticed every inch of her slightly tattered dress. A frown manages to sit on your face from it. You'll do something about it later.

Laura looked up after finding something she was ready to tell you. “D-Duchess Anna!”

Your brow furrowed, “Duchess Anna?” Another familiar name you can't remember where you heard.

A nod from her before continuing, “She and the Duke are currently in the capital.”

You don't know what's so special about a duke and duchess visiting the capital. Did you miscalculate about Laura? A bit of disappointment crept into your heart from thinking she would give you more useful information.

"Then?"

“Earlier this morning, the maids in the kitchen were talking about Duchess Anna who had just doused her lady-in-waiting with hot water.”

You swear you've heard her name before. The more Laura mentioned it the more you tried to remember. Then, the memory of you, Duchess Rosalyne, and Lumine talking at your wedding reception replayed.

"Why would she do that?" You asked curiously.

"Some say it's because the lady-in-waiting doesn't turn to her even though she's been called twice."

Isn't that too trivial an excuse to hurt people? You didn't even have the intention of hurting Laura though she was planning to harm you. However, there will always be nobles like her, ones to act arbitrarily because they think they have authority.

Laura seemed to have noticed the change in your facial expression as she then added: "Duchess Anna is well known for being a grumpy person."

Grumpy person? More like cruel and ruthless, you think.

"Have I ever met her?" You asked for sure.

“The Duchess is invited to your wedding reception.”

That night, you met a lot of new people. However, you don't remember hanging out with the one named 'Anna'. So far, all you remember is Rosalyne—well, how could you forget her when she gave off that lingering charm when she first introduced herself to you.

Your lips pursed, "I don't think I've ever met her."

Laura nodded approvingly. “Besides being famous for her temperament, Duchess Anna has a husband that women often talk about. Some even said that he was the second most handsome in the aristocracy after His Highness Prince Childe.”

Your smile was almost replaced with a grimace. Of course, you also admit that Childe is an attractive man but, you didn't think people would make lists sorting them out like that.

Only out of curiosity you then ask: "What is her husband's name?"

From the blush on Laura's face before she managed to say it, you wonder how handsome this man is. “Ah, he is Duke Maxim, Your Highness.”

As soon as your ears perfectly caught the name, a chilling sensation struck you. Something fell before it was sucked in your stomach. You're disoriented as the memory of your most recent vision plays in the back of your head.

Duke Maxim. In your prophecy, he will be the one assisting Childe in the weaponry.

But, you have to make sure you don't mishear from hallucination. And so, with eyes watering from unblinking, you looked at Laura about to ask her again.

"Duke Maxim?"

Laura moved her head up and down in a nod. “Duke Maxim is in charge of Krykiye territory—”

"He's in the capital right now?" You interrupt rudely.

"That's right, Your Highness."

The waves of anxiety roll in bringing pain and a churning feeling in your stomach. The palms started to get wet from the sweat that suddenly came out. You feel like pins and needles are being stabbed in every part of you from wondering why Maxim is here.

Will the agreement be made sooner than you expected? Your vision does provide minimal information about when that will happen.

But, you haven't even prepared anything to thwart it.

"Do you.." You hate how soft your voice comes out. "Do you know why they're here?" You're trying to control the urge to pick on your fingers

From the expression Laura showed, you have concluded that she doesn't have the answer to your question this time. “Pardon my ignorance, Your Highness.” She shook her head, hanging her head low again from shame and fear.

This is bad, this is really bad. Laura did give you information but, not enough for you to know what will happen next. Even if Maxim isn't here to make a pact with Childe, that doesn't mean you have a lot of time to waste. You had to do something—you had to make sure in the future they wouldn't join hands.

So far, all you got was the fact that the temperamental and impulsive Duchess Anna was his wife. Secondly, Maxim is labeled as the most handsome man in Snezhnaya after your husband, making him always talked about by women as happened at your wedding reception.

You just realized something.

You realize you have the key that is likely to change everything.

Slowly, your breath feels less heavy. You took a deep breath before exhaling, sweeping away any remnants of your anxiety as you turned to your jewelry box.

"This is enough, you have proved you are useful to me." You take the red gem necklace that is now in your hand.

Laura's dark eyes followed how you turned back to her with a friendly smile. She notices the jewelry hanging in your hand, complimenting it in her heart of how beautiful it is when the sun's rays fall right on it.

You approached Laura. “As a reward, you can have this.” You said, extending your hand to her and watching the surprised look on her face.

"But, Your Highness—”

Laura stopped talking when you bent down to look at her still on the floor. “In exchange, I want you to find out if Lady Lumine of Monstadt is still in Snezhnaya.”

The necklace you handed over to her outstretched hand. Your back was straight before you turned around to close your jewelry box—where you had a chance to see the brooch Childe bought on the night of the Liyue festival. You can't help but taste bittersweet in that.

“I will be waiting for your result to determine if I want to have a tea party tomorrow. If so, make sure you send out invitations to her and to the noble ladies currently in the capital, Duchess Anna included.”

"Yes, Your Highness."

"You can prepare my bath now."

After receiving another order from you, Laura got up and walked towards the door to summon your other ladies-in-waiting. The room was quiet again. You stare at the fallen leaves outside the window even though your mind is elsewhere.

Whether your plan goes smoothly or not, you don't know. However, to find out don't you need to give it a try?

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[balkanradfem]

I have important question, what do you use as fertilizer for plants? I don't really want to buy one and I read there are options, like veggie broth or tea, but I am unsure what works best. I read some use a bit of menstrual blood diluted in water, which I am tempted to try, but wonder how weird it is.

I use menstrual blood diluted in water every time! But there's not enough of that to be a consistent fertilizer, or to work for the entire garden. Here's stuff that I have tried out:

urine dilluted 1:10 with water! It has a great amount of nitrogen and trace amounts of other minerals, do not use it more than two times a month, and not on tiny plants. It's the best for green growth

fermented nettle: for this, fill a plastic container that you can close, with big nettles, and then pour water on them, all the way to the top, and close it up. Leave in hot sun to ferment for 10 days. Once it's done it will stink, and I mean, stink badly. Dillute 1:10 before watering your plants with! Don't use on peas, beans and other legumes, they do not like the nitrogen.

fermented comfrey: same as nettle, has so many good nutrients in there, has tons of calcium, will help your plants a lot!

menstrual blood diluted with water: safe for all plants, plants absolutely love blood

if you suspect your plants are lacking in some minerals you can use egg shells, or even crushed shells from the beach/river, and put them in your soil to make sure there's enough calcium in it! I didn't do a lot of this but the plant lady is always doing it

Mulch: it means putting organic material on top of the soil, this can be hay, straw, cut grass, dried leaves, pine needles, cut off tree branches, plant cuttings or leftovers, whatever has fallen off a plant or a tree is in this category. Now what will happen is these materials, exposed to the sun and elements, will start to degrade and compost themselves into your soil, and you will have fresh organic compost on top of your soil. Once your mulch degrades to compost you can add more material! Endless fertilization and fixing the soil and making sure you little worms have food to eat.

Stuff I've only heard of:

coffee grounds: apparently they're very good for soil and feeding the plants!

if you have leftovers of food in the forms of fish or bones, those are great for fertilization! There even are specific fertilizers called 'bone meal' or 'fish fertilizer' because plants really love that kind of stuff. It's better to compost them first though or add them in crushed form, they need to be reduced to the elements before plants can absorb them

Mushrooms: if you can get any fungal growth in your garden it's extremely healthy for your plants! If you're only looking for potted soil disregard this. But garden plants love having mushrooms around and if you have any mushroom growth it means your soil is super healthy

compost tea: I am sure this one is amazing because 'Roots and Refuge' farm used it to rejuvinate their soil after it's been poisoned by herbicide. I'm not sure how I would do it with my outside compost pile but the idea is to put your half-composted leftovers into water, leave it there for some hours, and strain it out, so the water has taken tons of nutrients from it, and then you water your plants with it! In general, whatever you use dissolved in water will have immediate effect because your plants will draw that water in immediately. It takes a bit to absorb stuff you put in the soil!

I guess I shouldn't leave out the 'traditional' fertilization methods, which is animal poop, just in case you have like, chicken or bunnies or something making a lot of poop, that can be used as fertilizer. Do look up what poop needs to be composted for a while first though! Some animals like cows produce poop so nitrogen-rich it would fry your plants if used immediately, it needs to sit for a year first.

Good luck to your plants, you never have to buy fertilizer because there is so much of nutrients in nature you can always get it for free, with just some basic knowledge of how to get to it :)

#fertilizing plants #plant fertilizers #homemade fertilizers #gardening #growing plants #diy fertilizer #homegrown food #i haven't bought fertilizer ever in my life :)))

[tuliptiger]

Sorry but uhm TOTK kind of. The developers or leads made some bad choice all around. I'm sincerely tempted to just wait 2 more years for whatever DLC they're going to put out. Why expand horse stuff if you make them feel useless...because there isn't any way to get them to you.

They, for some reason, even got rid of the "horse can't hear you" prompt when you whistle but your horse can't "physically" get to you. There also isn't any horse teleporting saddle in sight...and I'm wondering if that was sincerely because they nuked almost everything sheika related.

Like. There is MORE stuff, there's more stuff all around the world. But it also feels emptier. I'm just so heartbroken and disappointed tbh. There's almost no new flora and fauna, the world itself hasn't been expanded upon or explored, seemingly at all. The story has been retconned and bastardized into something adjacent but not related.

Is the gameplay fun? Honestly I personally don't think so. The amount of stuff you could do and the key controls FOR all the stuff you could do in BOTW, to me, made sense and it was fun. It was manageable! I've been having a hard time remembering all the key mapping and what I can do and where in TOTK though, it's confusing for me for not a big payoff. 665 hours in BOTW and 45 in TOTK and I'm still not done, there is a LOT to do in TOTK but most of it doesn't hold a lot of substance.

I just. Man I would've made different choices I guess. More quality of life stuff, being able to buy or repair broken down areas (more than story related stuff like actually just buildings or towns or abandoned farms and stuff), filling the world with more flora and fauna. Having characters remember you for what you did in BOTW, having the story make sense, not nuking an entire civilization's achievements and also just the entire point of BOTW.

I miss my horse :( I miss how useful it was in BOTW. The machines are fine and dandy but honestly a sick ass loftwing or "living" animal companion beats the machines for me any day. The machines don't even last forever and have a weird time limit too so it's not even like you can freely fly around in the skys :((((( and they're so...clunky, the system is clunky.

Where is the personality!!! The affection and caring across the land for people and creatures and everything! I still stand by TOTK being uncanny valley of places you know but aren't right at all and it feels! Bad.

#words #totk #totk spoilers #totk criticism #fuck man #it's just so upsetting

[sasha-whos-askin-racket]

Just tell us what every Torchwoods member favourite bar is!

And where Jack and Ianto love to go on dates multiple times.

And where Tosh would love to go with Owen for a Date!

(Disclaimer that I was not of legal drinking age when Torchwood was airing and therefore don't have a particularly good knowledge of the early 2000s Cardiff scene, so will be partially substituting it with what I think they'd like today as well.)

Ianto is a Fuel fan. Half of that man's pay-check goes on the digital jukebox, and he will pay extra to fast-track all of his songs and make everyone else listen to the most obscure and off-the-wall rock and metal bullshit. I feel like he'd also appreciate a good live music venue, and I'm thinking The Moon more than something like Brewhouse. The Owain only does live music on Fridays, but I think you'd find him there on the occasional Thursday doing the quiz.

Now listen, I love Gwen. I do, okay? I love her, and I hate to admit it, but you'd find her in a Popworld. You would absolutely find her on the dancefloor in Popworld. Do I think she'd buy too much of the shitty merch? I do. I absolutely do. She's got about 12 Popworld branded ducks scattered around her flat. The music has permanently damaged her hearing. She's having a great time.

He's not a Torchwood team member as such but Andy would love Roxy Lanes. He'd absolutely fucking love Roxy Lanes. Give this man a cocktail and stick him in the batting cages. Let him play shuffleboard, watch him accidentally launch a bowling ball into the wrong lane. Actually I think he'd love any of the clubs where you can play games, be it something physical like Roxy Lanes and Golf Fang, or the arcade machines in NQ64. I'm also very tempted to say that he'd like Ballie Ballerson, but I think that's just wishful thinking. This man has seen The Horrors, let him in the ball pit.

Owen I think would like Ten Mill Lane. Maybe like is the wrong word actually but I do think that's probably where you'd find him. Probably not on the dancefloor though. I don't know why I've picked Ten Mill because it's not wholly in character for him, but I can just feel it in my soul. I have just realised I've been primarily listing nightclubs and not bars, but it's fine. We're fine. I think him and Tosh would go on a date to The Alchemist. I think they'd both enjoy it, because they're both pretty nerdy in that way. (For those unfamiliar, The Alchemist is a cocktail bar and restaurant where some the drinks are science-themed. They've got drinks that change colour and they do things with like, dry ice and fire and they serve them in test-tubes and distilling flasks and it's very expensive but very cool.)

I kind of don't have Tosh pinned as a nightclub person, I'm gonna be super honest with you. So again I think something like The Alchemist or The Botanist. There's a Wetherspoons in Mermaid Quay which I think would get a lot of use from all of them tbh. She'd probably also like NQ64 to be fair. I want to say one of them would like Heidi's because that's our go-to on nights out but also I can't decide which of them would like Heidi's so I guess I'm gonna give that to Tosh. But she'd definitely join Ianto in The Owain on quiz night.

I 1000% do not have Jack pinned as a nightclub guy, I do think he'd probably pick a local that's not actually local to him, somewhere like the Andrew Buchan or the Albany. I know most Spoons are kinda technically independents but I don't have him down as a Spoons guy, he'd be like a proper old man and only go to actual locals. I think he'd take Ianto on dates to The Owain, it does good food and the drink aren't too bad price-wise. They'd do the quiz, they'd probably half pay attention to the sports and Ianto would complain about the quality of the coffee machine but still order a latte with his dinner.

#torchwood #im insanely tired so i dunno man take this i guess #also i have at one point worked at more than one of the venues listed above - can you work out which?

[the1975attheirverybest]

I'm so sorry to hear that you're not having a great thanksgiving 😔 sometimes writing about similar feelings can help though so what about reader has to spend a holiday alone because Matty had agreed to spend time with his family and she couldn't get the time off work to travel. I'm imagining she doesn't want to tell him how she's feeling because she doesn't want him to feel bad so she encourages him to go, talks about how much he must be looking forward to seeing them all after so long but deep down she's really feeling the loneliness, until the day comes and she finds it hard to even bring herself to answer his texts. Idk how this would end without being too depressing

Or instead of that you could write about how reader never really got to celebrate holidays growing up but now she's with Matty and spending it with him for the first time and making new traditions etc

🌷🌷

Really like the second idea and tempted to turn into into a whole plot but I’m gonna resist that urge.

I was thinking something along the lines of like maybe it comes up in casual conversation. They wake up one morning and they’re in bed chatting and the fact that it’s the holiday season comes up. Matty eventually getting dressed to go get them some coffee and he just asks “got any traditions I should know about?”

She’s baffled and is like what do you mean?

“I don’t know. Special things you did growing up. Or signature treats to bake or buy around this time of year? A comfort film you’d watch as a family? Places you’d visit annually? Anything i should know?”

And she just casually says “oh. No, we never really did that to be honest.”

He’s a bit saddened by it but he makes a mental note of it and moves on. So then throughout the season he makes a huge deal of everything they do together. Going gift shopping for various friends and family members and stuff. Buying decorations. Everything is like “babe, babe, this could be OUR thing now. We could make THIS a tradition.”

And she’s like “having coffee and watching the rain is a year round activity” but he’s just excited to establish some kind of connection to this time of year. One that implies he sees a long future with her where they do this every year.

Finally, he settles on the best option. An early Christmas celebration with the boys and their partners where each person introduces a ritual or tradition of their own. It’s very lowkey and cute. They all come round to Matty’s house. Maybe Hann and Carly bake some cookie or shortbread or little ginger men for their kid to decorate and it’s a thing hann’s parents did with him when he was a kid. Ross brings the Christmas themed romcoms. George and Charli have made an epic Christmas playlist. They all make dinner and just hang out. She and Matty and the hosts. That’s their tradition. Every year from there on out…..

[rakumel]

tugs your sleeve* do you have a favourite myth?

Hi friend! :D

Man, what an excellent question. I had to think about it for a moment, because there isn't one that immediately comes to mind. I kinda hate to be vanilla as hell and pick an ancient Greek myth, but they are the ones I'm most familiar with, so...

I pulled my old copy of Edith Hamilton's Mythology off the shelf and flipped through the table of contents to see if any jumped out at me, and of those, the one I liked the best was the myth of Atalanta.

Unlike most women in ancient Greek myths, who usually suffered some horrible fate because an amorous Greek god wouldn't leave them alone, Atalanta got to be a badass warrior woman. She was abandoned in the woods as a baby, saved by a bear, raised by hunters, and became not only an excellent hunter herself, but one of the fastest runners on earth.

Atalanta was the first to wound the monstrous Calydonian boar, and got the honors for killing it (though not without controversy - most of the men in the hunting party were furious because a lady got credit. Sounds sadly familiar, no?)

Despite being very unladylike by ancient Greek standards, Atalanta had a lot of suitors. She was in absolutely no hurry to settle down, so she told them that she'd marry the first man to defeat her in a footrace, knowing full well none of them could. And she was right. (This website also claims she tended to spear guys who got too close, which I'd never heard before. If accurate, it's still badass, don't get me wrong, but a little less impressive than just winning through skill alone. Though I wonder how she explained carrying a weapon to a race. "Oh, this? Nothing. Just my lucky spear.")

The one guy who finally did win, Hippomenes, had to get help from a goddess to do so. He brought three golden apples with him, and every time Atalanta passed him, he'd throw one of the apples in her path, and she'd slow down just enough to pick it up. (Hey, it sounds more ethical than the spear thing. Which I still don't totally buy.) But Atalanta seemed to be a good sport about it; maybe she thought it was clever and appreciated it, who knows. Eventually one or the other of them offended a god and they both got turned into lions, which honestly? Still cool. They got off easy, by Greek myth standards XD

But that's just a myth I like; I don't know that I have a favorite. I'm also kind of sad that I couldn't remember any off the top of my head from any of the other countries I'd read about. I work in a library; anytime I shelve a kid's book that says "A ____ story from (country)" or "A folk tale from (country)" I'm tempted to take a couple minutes to read it. It's like a quick peek into a different culture. What did they value? What did they fear? How did their heroes solve their problems?

Anyway, thanks for your question, hope I didn't ramble too much! XD I mean, this is the internet, I guess I could have just said "Atalanta, look it up" but...i dunno, I kinda wanted to talk about it too.

#asks #greek mythology #atalanta

[zmediaoutlet]

hello liz!! happy wincest wednesday!! can you do a director's commentary on the constant vow? like what inspired it, how the story changed along the way, what you had to leave out, stuff like that?

helloooooo happy wincest wednesday, and we shall all politely ignore how many wednesdays ago this was sent [ 😓 ]. To slightly fuck up my most-quoted line from the West Wing: let's forget about the fact that I'm late to the party, and embrace the fact that I showed up at all!

Tricky q, though! It's a lot of just like... sheer volume of fic to comment on, haha. But I'll use your questions as a starting-off guide, and given that it is wincest wednesday (wincest week, wincest life), I'll keep that in mind. So --

what inspired it?

What inspired it was how I was reading like every single genderswap/sex curse/etc etc fic that had been written in fandom at the time -- the time being roughly when s8/9 was airing, so... like ten years ago, lol -- and noticing a trend, and also getting kind of increasingly annoyed at that trend. To wit: isn't Dean Winchester just the most terrible womanizing horndog, and doesn't he just really need to be narratively punished for his Crimes? The answer to both is... uh, no. Not at all. So: a fic, haha.

Fandom takes Dean's whole womanizing naughty boy thing as received wisdom a lot of the time and I find it completely bewildering. It's subverted in episode 2 (if you didn't notice it was a total act in episode 1). Like... hello. Use your eyes and ears, friends. But what's more interesting to me on that level is that Sam takes it as received wisdom, and while it's also tempting to ask Sam to use his eyes and ears it's a lot more excusable for him to be confused about that whole... thing. Dean performs it very well in public -- and tbf, he does fuck! Not like he's not getting tail -- but womanizer is a very particular kind of pejorative and one I pretty roundly reject (for interesting and good reasons I'm right about that I've gone into elsewhere). But so many of those fics had both the flawed womanizer assumption at the heart and also a Sam who tended to buy it, even if justice was asserted by the end, and it was just driving me slightly nuts, lol. And because the only reason I ever write a fic is because I want to read the one I actually want, it went on the list. To be very eventually written, haha.

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how the story changed along the way

Things I always knew: I wanted the witch to be stupid/bad at magic, because I was also getting tired of Oh So Wise Arch Bitch Witches who somehow manage to laser-focus a punishment spell. (Can you guess that I found Rowena tiresome, lol.) I always knew I wanted it to be a reset every day for a month for the iterative game of 'there's no getting away from this, we have to keep having sex, and how will the relationship evolve as we do?' I always knew I wanted it to be a True Love game, a) because it's a classic of the genre but also b) because it'd be fun to see them circling that inevitable conclusion, especially given that c) I wanted Bobby to have to try. Just to be mean to Dean, basically. :)

That said: in the ten years of contemplation I really went back and forth on the setting being s2 or s7. I knew all along that I wanted it to be true first time, i.e. neither of them had any secretly pining wincest wants (beyond what's true of their codependency in canon), and for it to be a slow coming together over the course of the curse. s2 first time is one of my favorites because of the seismic effect John's loss has on their relationship; s7 is one of my favorites because of the weird sense of true freedom they've got, when Sam's mind is back in place and he's all whole and he's still standing right next to Dean, exactly where he wants to be. (Gah!) But what I realized is that s2 was just... too early. They're babies, still untested. If the story's about True Love then... I'm just not interested in their early-seasons True Love, frankly. It's nice, it's intense, but it lacks the tempering of real tests that'll come in s4/5/6. There's a reason I'm a mid-seasons girlie.

Of course, then I realized it was better to shift it back a little more to the second half of s6. You still get most of the revelatory pleasure of s7's unspoken We Choose To Stay vibes, but without the added complication of Lucifer talking to Sam throughout (did not want his color commentary on Dean's pussy of the day), or the Leviathan plot ramping up. Eve's just out there doing her thing in late s6; it provides a nice narrative breather. Not that they realize it, haha.

what i had to leave out

Very little, actually. Over 120k of decompressed sexy navel gazing you can cram in a lot of stuff, lol. But one thing that did keep coming up and I kept very deliberately cutting right up to the edge of it so you could see the shape but not the thing itself: gay/bi Dean.

Obviously it does come up, with Sam's very careful questioning that starts in the cabin -- Dean dropping hints himself; Sam having little fireworks going off in his brain. I think in those OKC conversations it's a little more bald, in a way that I think/hope was appropriate for that stage in the relationship -- once you've slept with someone like 28 times it's reasonable to ask more about their background, I guess.

Given, though, that a lot of the fic is circling around the concept of Dean-as-object, I really wanted to keep some opacity in him. Some little bit of mental privacy, especially with how he's being cracked open physically. I hope that in all that's not being said there's a lot of room for all kinds of history, stuff Sam might learn more about (or not!) as they continue. Obviously prostitution was part of it, but to what extent? Did he hook up with guys just because he wanted to? (Was Dean/John ever a thing?) All stuff that the fic needs to be aware of, e.g. in how it informs how he does not want to open that door with Cas, but that doesn't need to actually be on screen.

Oh, I also left out period sex and pregnancy kink. Both wildly tempting but would've dragged the fic to yet another place.

random this-fic trivia

I had no idea how the curse was going to get solved until the day I wrote that it was going to be solved in 'two parts' and went, oh fuck. Now I gotta come up with the two parts.

I initially hated Denise and then she became my bestie. She makes really good lasagna. :/

In a lot of ways the most important part of the whole 120k is the line Dean has about saying that even the cure is stupid -- because he loves Sam, and loves making him feel good, and so what's good for Sam is good for Dean, so how do you differentiate? Sam and Dean are both bibros, news at 11.

For me the sexiest part of the fic by far is one of the middle nights at the cabin where Sam wakes Dean up in the early morning to be fucked and then is just playing with his body after, wide-awake while Dean's sleepy, vaguely possessive and smug. It's just a good look on them both.

Not-on-screen headcanon from me: Dean was treating it like prostitution even through the first 'date' where Sam asked him not to, and it wasn't until Sam tried to kiss him at the beginning of ch5 that the careful mental shield of it being a 'job' cracked, and never repaired. No going back, at that point (even if he had another mini-crisis over the blowjob, later).

Future headcanon for the fic: Dean is way less shy about showing Sam his lingerie kink. In contrast, Sam develops an almost-crippling breeding kink. (Dean is delighted when he finally figures out why Sam's acting so weird.)

#happy wincest wednesday #answers #my writing #ish #more like-- #writing meme #i mean a lot of this stuff you could probably have guessed lol #maybe for sam's birthday one year #(like the s11 year perhaps) #they figure out a way to *temporarily* genderswap #and just have a really crazy pussy-scented weekend #nice time to indulge in both their kinks #the constant vow