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writinglionqueen · 5 years ago

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Make Me

Since the moment you and Drew had left the arena after your tag-team match, you’d been teasing him. Well....to say you hadn’t been teasing him before the show was a lie. It had always been so easy to rile him up....to tease him once you knew what he liked.

In the hotel rooms you two had started to share....he liked watching you get dressed. He liked knowing what you wore...especially under the clothes you chose each day. And you knew that, later, he would watch you get undressed. It made him know you were comfortable around him to do either task. It made getting dressed a small thrill.

Knowing he was watching with his intense, blue-grey eyes, you slipped into a black pair of cheeky underwear, showing off your back and ass as you did so. You adjusted how it clung to your form before at Drew from over your shoulder, seeing him waiting for you in the corner of the room. You smirked at him before you slipped on the rest of your clothes, subtly putting on a show for the man watching. The two of you left the hotel without you teasing Drew much more than you already had.

Until you got to the arena, that is. You two had a bit of promos to record for later about how you two felt about your next match and your opponents. So as you answered the interviewer’s questions, you fiddled with the back pocket of Drew’s jeans. You watched his back tense, but as he looked towards you while you answered the question, you pretended to not notice. No one was wiser to your actions. But Drew had shifted, his arm moving so his large hand could scoop up your wrist, knocking your hand away from his pocket. You dropped your hand, giving the interviewer a polite smile before you walked off towards the locker rooms, your partner on your heels.

You heard him try to ask you what you think you were doing but you said nothing as you maneuvered yourself through the hallways and to the women’s locker room so you could change into an appropriate attire. He moved ahead of you, his longer legs aiding him to block the door as he looked to you for an answer. His eyebrow was raised expectantly.

“I’m just having fun,” you murmured to him. “I thought you’d like it. No one saw.” Drew said nothing at that. His eyes were burning but you couldn’t help but give him a playful smile.

“I wouldn’t play this game, princess,” he warned. “If I were you...I’d quit while I was ahead.” You took a quick inhale at that. You grinned, deviously.

“Make me,” you said to him. Both of Drew’s eyebrows rose in shock as you slithered past him and beyond his reach inside the girl’s locker room. You changed your outfit to practice for tonight’s match in the ring. You got to the ring before Drew or even your opponents for later tonight. Instead of waiting and doing nothing, you started to stretch out and warm up in the ring; stretching out your limbs and climbing up to the top of the turn buckles to make sure of your footing for later when you did one of your spots.

Your opponents came to the ring before Drew did to practice. One of the spots you wanted to do was counter the male opponent in a Hurricanrana. Which you were able to achieve by the end of the practice time. You would’ve figured Drew would’ve said or done something about what you did earlier...and what you continued to do. But he hadn’t. Instead, you were able to leave the ring, your eyes scanning back to Drew who was chit chatting with his future male counterpart for the match since they were friends. You wondered if he actually cared about your teasing or not. If he did, he didn’t show it...not until after the show and match.

After the match where he was able to handle you off site, where he directed you to hurry up and get change and meet him to leave.

And it wasn’t until the two of you were leaving the arena where Drew made it apparent your teasing wasn’t forgotten...or forgiven.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook from what you did earlier,” Drew said to you as you two got into the car. You paused in putting your seat belt on to look at him.

“What?” you asked, almost confused.

“You heard me,” Drew answered, saying no more as he drove back to the hotel. You were thinking about all the things he could do to you for what you did....or more what you wanted him to do to you. The car ride was silent but not tense. You watched Drew for any signs to know what he was thinking; if he was mad or in a teasing mood. But, like always, he gave nothing away.

Even on the way back to the room, he was silent and did nothing to tip you off to what he had planned behind closed doors.

When the two of you arrived to the door, he opened it and allowed you to enter first. In the middle of the room, you turned to watch him close the door. The Scotsman looked to be in thought.

“What do you plan to do?” you teased. Drew’s blue eyes looked to you. His lip quirked, dimple prominent.

“If you want that answered...I want to see you get on your knees for me,” he said, sounding triumphant. Your mind raced with the possibilities of his words. But something crossed your mind. Something that made your heart beat faster at just the mere thought of saying it.

“Make me,” you teased. Drew’s eyebrow rose as he slowly crossed the room....and you backed up at the same pace. You felt like predator and prey all in one...but Drew...he was definitely a predator right now as he slowly backed you towards the other side of the room.

“You want to run that by me again?” Drew asked, his voice dropping in tone. It was a warning. It made you shiver in delight. You bit your lip as you reached behind you, feeling the wall as you were backed up as far as you could go.

“I said....’make me,’“ you answered quietly, knowing you had your back literally pressed against a wall as the Scotsman closed in. The man with his nice button up shirts and dress pants and nice hair...crowding your space....it made your head dizzy.

“‘Make you,’ princess,” Drew teased. He hummed, his hands moving up to press against the wall on either side of your head. “I plan to.”

This doesn’t belong to any series. I just thought it would be fun to write. ~Bri

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#drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre x reader #teasing #fun times #it's only to tease

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avis-writeshq · 5 years ago

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Can you write a song fic? Do you do those? With Oikawa based on the song Ours by Taylor Swift? Love your blog btw!

Oikawa Tooru x Reader: Ours

Requested: Yep, by anon!

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Fem!Reader

Summary: Elevator buttons and morning air, sometimes people suck. But when there’s a light at the end of the tunnel (cough, Oikawa), you can’t help but keep moving.

Warnings: Fluff, small angst if you look carefully, trash writing

Other: I loooooovveeee this song! It’s basically a baby ‘Lover’ aw! Thanks for the request anon!

Word count: 1,647

Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

Y/N: Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(N/N): Nickname

***

You shuffled awkwardly into the tiny gap in the elevator, clutching your brief case tightly. You silently cursed the chatty café worker who tried to get you to buy 3 banana breads when you only wanted 1. You glanced around though your peripheral vision; you knew all these people. The janitor in the corner and the annoying office lady who always has a little lipstick on her teeth… even the frustrating office prankster who worked in the stall right next to you. And yet… you didn’t know their names. You would’ve thought that after 2 years of working in the same company you would get used to your colleagues, right?

Wrong.

You closed your eyes tightly, waiting to reach the 42nd floor. You needed to get through the day. Well, unless one of your co-workers decided to test your patience.

Patience… how could a random annoying person test your patience? Honestly, you probably dealt with the worst. A fond smile drifted onto your face at the thought. At least he genuinely apologised when he annoyed you.

The soft ding of the elevator brought you out of your reverie. You tried to take a step forward, only to be pushed over by the rest of the people who were once occupying the elevator.

“H-hey!” You yelped, dropping your case to the floor despite the iron-grip you had on it. “Friggin hell…”

Apparently respect is an uncommon thing around here. You let out a soft sigh, “Tooru… when you get back, you owe me chocolate and a Disney marathon.”

With that, you walked over to your little stall and dropped the case to the floor. Turning your computer on, you couldn’t help but stare at the desktop image. It was a selfie of you and Oikawa. He was doing a peace sign at the camera while pressing a kiss to your cheek. You shook your head. Come on, focus.

Oikawa is in America; being in the National Volleyball tournament was his dream. And this was your dream job. Yeah… what a lie.

Your lunch break took way longer to come than expected. You fished out your store-bought salad and headed to the staff room. There were a few other staff members inside – a lot of the others preferred to go out for lunch instead of staying in the drab office.

“Hey, isn’t that L/N Y/N?”

Your name caught your attention and you listened into the conversation.

“Why is she working here while her boyfriend is all the way in America? Isn’t she scared of him finding someone better?”

Well, they weren’t being subtle about their rudeness. But the truth is, you were scared, even if it was just a little bit. You didn’t want to be, you trusted him, but there was a small nagging doubt in the back of your head. You knew what Tooru would say if he heard what you were thinking.

“You know you’re better than them,” he told you once when you finally drew out the confidence to tell you how you felt. “Don’t you worry your pretty little mind. I’m yours. Forever and always.”

The day seemed to go on and on, but then the clock hit 5 o’clock and you bolted out of the office building. Finally! You got out of that cramped little stall. You let out a long sigh as you boarded the train, scrolling through your social media.

“So… you’re Oikawa’s little toy, huh?”

You froze at the icy tone of the woman next to you. She was, for lack of better words, completely and utterly gorgeous. Her ruby painted lips and her large hoop earrings, as well as her long platinum hair, gave her a superior vibe and you shuffled awkwardly at her words. Toy?

“What are you-”

“Oh? Tooru didn’t mention me?” A sickly sweet smile stretched across her face. “I am Tachibana Reina.” She looked you up and down, her smile quickly replaced with a scowl. “I wonder why Oikawa went for the likes of you.”

You said nothing, thinking of another comeback. No matter how hard you tried, she had a point. There was nothing that special to you. The only thing you were ‘known for’ was your crazy dance moves – and you swore everyone who witnessed that to secrecy. You shook your head mentally. You can’t think like that. You shouldn’t care about what people have to say about you and Tooru. After all, he was your boyfriend. He was yours, not anyone else’s and he was like a loyal puppy. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you and you probably trusted him more than you trust yourself.

“Maybe because I’m real,” you answered backhandedly.

“What did you say?!” Whoop, she’s angry now.

You shrug casually, getting up just as the train stopped. “Well, it was nice talking to you. See you never.” And with a smile and a wave, you hopped off the train.

***

“Hey!”

The tired man on the other side of the screen smiled at your energetic form. “Hello, my love.”

You grin, “Are you tired? Sorry, it must be really early there…”

“I was just about to do my morning run,” Oikawa hummed letting out a yawn. “It’s nice to know that my lovely girlfriend is thinking about me. Well? How was your day?”

“The usual,” you shrugged. “Was shoved over in the elevator, had a bunch of office ladies gossip about me behind my back, the works. Oh, but I did manage to flip off one of your crazy exes so that was nice.”

He snorted, but a glimmer of concern was in his eyes. “Did they say anything?”

“Well, your lovely ex, Tachibana I think her last name was, decided to shoot some insightful words to me,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m fine though, no biggie.”

Oikawa gazed at you through the screen and a charming smile lit up his features. “You’re perfect, Y/N-chan~. Don’t listen to them, okay?”

“I haven’t been for the past 5 years, thanks for noticing. Now go do your run dummy.”

“I’m coming home tonight~ see you later!”

And after pressing the big red button and putting your phone on charge, you slowly drifted to sleep.

***

Life seemed to hate you. Eh, you were used to it by now. The elevator was packed again today, and you did your best to push your way through. And… you got hit in the face with a briefcase, someone spilled coffee on your white shirt, and you almost landed flat on your face when someone ‘accidentally’ tripped you over. You groaned, reminding yourself to take the stairs next time, even if you have to walk up 42 floors and die halfway.

And the whole day went the same. You had to deal with the same old shenanigans. People talking behind your back, the random paper aeroplanes that missed your head by an inch, that 1 staff member who liked to steal people’s food even though it was clearly labelled… man, you better get that dumb promotion or you were so out of there.

5 o’clock seemed to never come as you stared blankly at your computer screen. ‘Woah, Tooru is in another magazine. Good job, babe, if you don’t treat me to chocolate, yaint seeing a camera ever again.’ You thought to yourself, spooning another spoon of yogurt into your mouth.

“So… when is Oikawa coming back?” A haughty voice questioned from behind you in fake sympathy.

Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “Why would you like to know?”

“It must be hard… long-distance relationships are the worst.” She smirked at you.

“It’s not as bad as people make it out to be. I trust him.” A soft smile graced your features and the woman scoffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder and leaving you to your peace.

***

So, according to Miyagi Airlines, Tooru’s flight would arrive at 5:30, which allowed you more than enough time to scoot your butt to the airport. You let out a sigh, scrolling through the pictures on your phone as you sat in the train. Reminiscing the times during High School seemed to be the best thing you could have done and you felt all the negative emotions that you built through the day seemed to evaporate. All the memories of the old volleyball team at Aoba Josai, meeting Tooru for the first time in your first year… yeah, those were the best times. You smiled wistfully at your phone. Damn, you couldn’t wait to bury him alive in hugs and kisses.

As soon as the train came to a stop, you ran out through the doors and scoured the airport for the America-to-Japan flight. Aha, bridge 8.

And that’s where you saw him. Glasses on his gorgeous tired face, his chocolate brown locks messy and tousled like always… you swore you fell in love all over again. And then, he saw you. His once tired expression was replaced with a bright smile that shone like a thousand stars. As he dropped his backpack to a random chair, you threw your briefcase to the side before wrapping your arms around him.

He buried his head into your shoulder, peppering light kisses against your neck as he did so.

“I missed you.” He murmured, tangling his long fingers into your hair as he pressed his lips to yours.

You smiled into the kiss, whispering against his lips, “I missed you, too.”

And the smiles and laughs that overtook your features were bright and loud, despite the small tears that pricked in your eyes that he gently wiped away.

“You owe me a Disney marathon,” you said, as he picked his suitcase up from the baggage claim.

“Yeah, I had a feeling,” he grinned, entwining his fingers with yours.

You smiled, squeezing his hand lightly. You could get used to this.

[The stakes are high. The water’s rough. But this love is ours.]

All characters except for the reader and my OC’s (listedbelow) are the work of Haruichi Furudate(古館春一).This is not part of the canon work by any means. I do not claim ownership overthe characters or the Haikyuu storyline and plot. Without Furudate Sensei’swork, myself as well as many other writers are unable to create these stories.

My OC’s:

Fukuhara Aneko(福原あねこ)

Hasegawa Sakura (長谷川さくら)

Emiko Etsudo (えつどうえみこ)

Tachibana Reina (橘れいな)

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broadwaycantdie · 7 years ago

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Smalls Day! - Newsies Month . Day 6

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You Alright? pt. 1

( non-binary smalls ) +

( romeo x smalls : platonic )

warning: none

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“Maybe you could just wear a dress every once in a while? I got you this lovely pink one from the shop and I thought you’d like it.”

“Ma, I told you, I don’t want to be more feminine, I wanna wear whatever I feel and most of the time I don’t feel like either, boy or girl.”

“Well then what are you?”

That phrase killed Smalls. They couldn’t stand that question. “What are you?” It was almost insulting. They’ve explained it a million times to their mother but she never got it. Smalls had went behind their mothers back and cut their hair as short as they could with scissors, it wasn’t good but it made a point. They wore pants more than dresses and somehow was always covered in dirt even though they weren’t allowed outside.

“I’m not a boy or a girl, ma. I just feel different, not both but not neither either. I just, don’t like gender. I want to do whatever and I’m happy with that. Why aren’t you?”

“Sweetheart, you know I love you, I just want to know. I want you to be happy but you don’t understand when people ask me what’s wrong with you. I don’t even know what to say, it’s so embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? For you? Imagine how I feel! You try to force me to wear dresses, you won’t let me go play with the street boys, you keep me locked in this house away from the world, and you’re embarrassed? Imagine how I feel being asked ‘what are you’ or ‘why don’t you come outside’ or ‘why do you dress like that’!”

“Don’t raise your voice.”

“Why? Why not? Are you afraid someone might hear me and be curious? Afraid someone might ask you some questions you’re too embarrassed to answer? Afraid I might, god forbid, make a friend who accepts me for what I am unlike you? What are you so afraid of, mother?”

“If you hate it here so much then why don’t you go? Go out there and see what it’s like! No one will love you like I do! No one will care for you or help you! People will make fun of you and hurt you! Can’t you see i’m trying to protect you? No one will accept you the way I have!”

“You haven’t!” Smalls screamed loud enough to hush the room.

Their voice went quiet as they turned their back, facing the door.

“And you never will.”

They kept a secret bag packed under their bed for situations exactly like this. Smalls grabbed the bag and started to walk out the door.

“If you walk out that door, don’t you dare try to come back.” Their mother was crying.

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

The whole interaction became quiet and there Smalls went, with nothing but a bag and a couple items. They had saved up some dimes but not enough to live for long. They walked the streets. Their head mixed with feelings of happiness for finally getting out of that house and anxiety for what the future held. Was their mother right? Would anyone accept them? Love them? Hurt them?

Smalls whirling thoughts were interrupted by a hard thump. They had fallen to the floor after running into something. They really needed to start looking up when they walked. They’ve learned to keep their head down out of fear of shame and pain. But now they were on their own so who cares? Well, they did, a lot.

“I’m sorry dude, you alright?”

A boy, roughly Small’s age, reached his hand out to help them up.

“You good? Not hurt or anything? Sorry for runnin’ into ya, man, guess I just didn’t see ya there.”

Smalls took the boys hand and stood up, keeping their head down. Even with that, they could easily make out what this boy looked like. He was pretty short, still taller than Smalls, but not by that much. He was pretty tanned and had nice, dark brown eyes. He had long socks, work boots, suspenders, a hat already covered in dirt, and a bag. Smalls was forced inside everyday so they were new to the outside world. Not completely oblivious, but not that aware either.

The boy kept saying things like “man” and “dude” and Smalls didn’t really mind. It was better than being called “sweetie” or “lady”, but it still didn’t feel right. They figured they’d let it go, thinking they’d never see this man again, until he brought up a conversation.

“So....” The boy turned on his charm.

“You wanna buy a pape? The headline today is...”

“Wait. You sell what?”

“Papes. Papers. Newspapers. You wanna buy or what?”

“How much?”

“Depends. How much ya got?”

“Uh, I got a dime.”

“A dime, huh? Well lucky for you, that how much it costs.”

“Uh, okay, here ya go...sir.”

Smalls took a newspaper and started to read it. They had been pretty well read, spending most of their time inside, homeschooled by their mother.

“A young kid like you, on the streets, knowing how to read? That’s a sight ya don’t see everyday.”

Smalls never understood how people went through life not knowing how to read. What did they do? How did they get information? Or learn? Or have fun?

“Uh, what do you mean?” Smalls voice was proper and soft, unlike the boy’s, who had a heavy accent and used slang they’ve never heard of.

“Yaint from the streets, are ya, kid?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Well I wouldn’t be askin’ if it wasn’t. Where ya from?”

“Uh, well I don’t know why I’m telling you this but I have no one else to talk to so here it goes.”

The boy’s interest was peaked. He raised an eyebrow and listened. Smalls head was still facing the ground. They haven’t looked up.

“Well my mother kicked me out of the house after we got into this big argument, and uh pretty much all I have is a few dimes, this backpack, and now a newspaper. I don’t really know where I’m going cause she said to never come back and I really don’t want to, but I’m gonna try to figure it out as I go I guess.”

Smalls took a deep breath out, being happy to get that off their chest. They looked at the boy, who seemed confused.

“So let me get this straight.” He started, looking down to try to catch Small’s face.

“You and ya ma got in a fight, ya got kicked out and told not to come back, aight? Then ya come wondering the streets looking for who knows what. Ya got barely enough money to feed yaself for more than a couple days, nowhere to sleep, no one to talk to, and I’m assuming maybe two outfits, maximin. Am I right?”

“Pretty much, yeah. But when you put it like that, it makes it sound like a bad thing.”

“Man, let me tell yous, it’s hard out here. I mean, I’m 16 working my ass off just to try to eat day to day. No blood family, and I share a house with a bunch of other people so livings a bit tight. Are you sure this is what ya wanna do? Yous can always go back and talks to ya mother.”

“See, I can’t, she’ll never accept me and she’ll never understand my life. This is what I want.”

The boy sighed a long sigh. He did all he could but if the kid wanted this life, he was gonna help. He heald his hand out and smiled widely.

“My name is Romeo.”

Smalls paused for a moment and then began to smile and took his hand.

“And I’m...”

They paused a moment, they’d never go by their birth name, they hated it so much. They needed a good nickname, and quick. They wanted something gender-neutral but also nice to say and it had to fit their personality. So, they said the first thing that came it their head.

“Smalls.”

“Nice to meet ya, Smalls. Welcome to the family.”

“The family?”

“Well since ya gonna be out here, might as well not be alone, right? I’ll intrude ya to the rest of the family as soon as the day is over. You can stay here with me while I finish up sellin’ then we’ll go. Sound good, dude?”

Smalls didn’t want to ruin the friendship they just made by correcting him with pronouns. So they just ignored it and agreed. Nicknames like that didn’t bother them that much but they wanted him to know ‘they/them’ was the best things to use. They just thought it could wait, for now.

So there Smalls sat, on a curb in a new part of town they’ve never been to. Watching his new friend sell newspapers to random strangers. Shouting headlines, flirting person to person, and getting coin after coin.

The day came to an end and Smalls didn’t realize they drifted off to sleep on a curb. They were so tired. They didn’t notice until they woke up the next morning in a bed. How’d they get there? Where were they? What happened? Was everything just a dream? Would their mother walk right through the door any minute?

“Mornin’, sunshine.” The voice sounded soft and happy. They sort of recognized it too, maybe it wasn’t all a dream?

“R-Romeo?” Smalls called out quietly.

“I’m glad ya remember. Ya knocked out pretty hard yesterday, like ya haven’t slept in days.”

“What time is it? Where am I? Who’s bed am I in? Wh-“

“Woah, woah, calm down, buddy. Let’s get ya cleaned up and then I’ll answer any question ya got.”

Romeo guided Smalls to the washroom, letting them have their privacy to bathe and take everything in. They noticed two piles of clothes laying on the counter. One was a dress with socks and a sweater. The other was a flannel, capris slacks, suspenders, very long socks, and a hat. They found a note between them saying “Smalls, we didn’t know which one you would want, so we brought both.” Smalls almost cried looking at the note. They put on the second outfit, shoving the note in their pocket and walking out the door. Romeo had been sitting in the main room, waiting ever so patiently.

“Will you answer my questions now?”

“Take a seat.”

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lenin-it-to-win-it · 8 years ago

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the lorax, but everytime a character appears its bnha and every time u read it u want 2 die

summary: oh you know damn well whats coming, sweetie

notes: its 2:35 am. i spent over an hour writing this. pls clap.

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it was a suny day in thneedville and the sun was shining but it was COLD and DARk in dekus hart as he gazed sadly off intot he distance. “mommm wy doesnt todoroki senpai-san NOTICE me???”” he lameneted to his mom.

“maybe its ur ugly little pissbaby child face” inko suggested as she cooked up a spaghety for brekfast.

“how can i impress him??” deku questioned

“try lifting, cucklord” said his grandma recovery girl as she casually bench bressed 600 pounds of rocks.

“how bout i find him a plant insted?” deku sugested thinking about the tre todoroki painted on his house. he had asked todoorki if he liked trees and he sed ‘ya sur i gues’. “bitches lov plants”

“yeeee i kno wat u mean giv him some *lettuce*” recovery gorl winked

“wat a bout a tree” “but TREEs are DEAD” inko exlciamed! she threw the spagheti on the floor for dramtic effect and cltuched dekus head in his hands. “Son do not SPEAK of such things or The All For One’HAre Corporation Copyright TM wil BUST thru the ROOF and kill you! Now sit down and eat ur capitalism! Consumerism is god hallejeuluah amen!”

“tree” deku whisperd

the hose exploded and every1 died but they were okey. avaracious all-for-one’hare, a tiny liitle with a shiny bowlcut and tiny little man feet bitchslaped deku across the face. “NO TREES ALLOUD!!1!” he shrieked. he bloo a kiss ot dekus mom “that plate of capitalism u have is cooking upped looks lovly mam”

inko blsuhed. “thanks”

“just make sure to keep the kiddo here away from any” all-for-one’hare, lowered his voice, which was hard bc he was already so short and low and close tothe flor. “trees”

inko gASPed! “of CORSE! i wil keep him away from the place where the trees once were by the Forbindden WAll u buildt with ur money to keep out the Bad COmmunist SentimentsTM”

recovery girl made shifty suspicious looks on her face “sure yea me too”

all-for-one’hare, was convinced. “I AM CONVINECED” he sed “by felicia!” he hopped on his hoverbord and hoverborded away.

inko cleaned the spaghety off the flor and recovery girl pulled deku by the leg into the backyard. “YO FUCKER U BETTER RUN UR ASS OVER THE COMMIE WALL AND GET A TREE SO U CAN START SLINGIN SOME MAD PUSS”

“but gramma im gay”

“then start slingin some nuts my d00d the POINT is get a TRE e” she scremed. “when i was, a yung boi, my ffather, took me over the wall, to see a bunch of trees, he sed son when, u grow up, dont kill them , the trees, and bring the nonbelievers, to come and plant new trees”

“k”

she siezed dekus sholders “GO FORTH CHILD BRING THE TREES SO WE CAN MAKE THEM GROW ANEW AS THE PROPHECY HAS FORETOLD, OUT BEYOND THE WALL LIVES A MYSTERIOUS MAN CALLED THE ONCE-FOR-ALLER, FIND HIM, HE WILL TELL YOU HIS TRAGIC TALE OF TREE AND BRING NEW LIFE TO THIS BARREN CAPITALIST HELLSCAPE, NOW GO”

“k” deku hopped on his totaly radicel scooter headed 2 the wall. a robot cat watched him forehsadowingly.

it was hella empty over the commie cuck wall with not even a bORger king in site!!!1! tree stumps covered the flor and clouds of smonk from a thousand vape pens darkened the sky. a ded bird lay deadly on the ground while its bird children cried over its bird corpse. it was sad. deku took a sad face selfie with the ded bird then did a sick ollie over the corpse and headed toward the mysterious shack in the distants.

the shack had a bucket in front of the dor labeled “piss”. deku hopped on in the piss bucket “YO ONCE-FOR-ALLER U GOT KIK??” he cried. wind wistled past his ears and he coffed from the vape smoke but then the pis buckt got pulled up on a ROPE and deku found himself hOISted up to a wINdOW!!!! he stareed face to face at a pair of black eyes with blue spots in the middle like limpid tears and some long bony arms with glvovs and yaoi hands reached out to slap him.

“WHAT” he yelled “ARE YOU DOOING” he leaned closer “IN MY SWWAAAAAAMP!????”

deku wet his pants and criied. “i sutjj,,, i jstu wann, t a t;rree,,” he said sobbily. “i,m tr yiyng to get s enpai , t o noticnse me,, an ,n and i thgout,, i fi got, hima t,r,ree, he wo uld liek me”

“fucken millenials” snarled the once for aller “its always senpai this, thrussy that, my neck my back, my snapping-chat, wy wold i giv u a tre??”

“b-because i,, i brought u a SPAGHETTY” deku exxclaimed, pulling pounds of spagheetyi out of his pockets

the once for aller slorped up the spaghetti hongrily “ya ok i gues i can tel u my storey now. its a dark and trageic tale of capitalism, like the star wors preqols” a tear ran down his bony old cheek. “but insted of jar jar binks thers only me, booboo the fool”

there was a crossdissolve and suddenly they were in the once-for allers past where he was a big bara man with bara tiddies and twinky skinny geans no where near the size needed to accomodate for his phat dong. he rode along in a cariege puled by a single muel

“FASTER AIZAWA KUN” cried the once-for-aller hapily. “those proletariats arent gonna exploit themselves!”

aizawa the mule grunted sexily and plowed on, workin that tight little mule ass.

the once-for-aller started shredding out a sick nasty solo on an elextric guitar and it was RAD AS HELL as he blasted out the opening cords to jake pol’s magmnum opiss “its everyday bro”. “we gotta dab on those haters aizawa kun” said the once-for aller with a very gay wink

aizawa the mule grunted in annoyance. he could not dab, for his sexy mule bodey had no arms.

they fond a metric shitload of trees and there were like wildlifes and shit running around. bears (like endeovor) froclikced int he woods with their hairy bara nippels exposed 2 the world, tsuyu and her frog pals swam in the woter, and tokoyami the borb boy floo in the sky wich was pure and clean without a single trace of vape smoke. the tres looked fuckable so the once for aller busted a nut against one trunk then wipped out a glock and started shootin them down “YEHAW fuCKERS iTS HIGH NOON” he screamed in texan, his native language, as he mowed downt he trees the way present mics sexy voice mows down the pussey.

sudenly DANY DEVITO IN A FURSOOT APEARED. he was tiny and magestic and orange and so fucken valid. also he was grand toledo. “CUNT” he yelled kicking the once for aller in th e kneecaps. “THIS IS THE ENVIROMENT!!!!1! YOU CANT JUST START WEED WACKIN THES TREES WITH YOUR YANKEE DONGLE DANDY AND SHOOTING THEM WITH GUNS!1! THAT IS BAD AND WRONG! CAPTIN PLANET DIED FOR OUR SINS”

the once for aller looked down at the tiny orange man then down at his own big bulgin bara tiddes “i cold crush u 2 deth with my tiddys, maybe u shuld stay out of my way dude’

dany deveto gasped angrely. “how DARE!!1!” he screamed, punching the once-for-allers big toe. “BUDDY I WILL PERSONALLY FUCK YOUR GRAVE WITH MY OWN TWO ASSCHEEKS IF YOU SAY ONE MORE FUCKING WORD, I DEFY U TO TALK SHIT, COME AT ME SCRUBLORD IM RIPT”

“try me gardfielf” the once for aller laffed “iv ben drinkign plenty of nut milk so my boneses are helthy and Stronk”

daney devito pulled out his 20 inch thunderdong and beat the once for aller in the head with it until he was past oout on the ground. the woodland crreatures danced hapily around the bodey but then he woke up

“u kno wat” he moaned “mabye capitalism isnt so good, lets al liv together in communism and friendship, and i wont cut and/or fucc any of the trees”

danny deveto was mostly appeased. “ya ok, but if u try anymore fuckin shit ill go back in time and cuck ur grandparents.”

dannneie dievoto tried to hav the once-for aller killed on at least 10 separate occasions and the once for aller did slip in some clandestine tree fuckage now and agein, but other than that the communism and friendship was good. but everything changed went he fire nation atteacked, they defeeted endevor esily but then the once for allers slutty, sluty family showed up to REEK HAVICK :0 !!!1!

the once for allers ugley mom, sir nighteye, stepped out of their cheap car and did the anime glasses thing “toshi u commie thot” he said with distaste “stop being poor”

“but MOM” the once for aller wined “i HAV to be por! its good for the envorionemnt and my new animal frends and if i dont dany devito will beat me over the head with his massive meaty man-canoe!”

“dont b lil bitch, do a capitalism.”

the once for allers loud cosin hizashy jumped out of the wagon. “YAINT” he shrieked at 1000000 decibels, killing 90% of life on erth. “ARE WE GON FUCK SOME TREES OR WHAT”

the once for aller looked at his disproving mom, then at his loud cosin, then at the very fuckable trees. his eyes lingered on a sexy sap hole. “yea we are” he said, pulling out his gitar sexily. “how bad could it posbiley be??”

the answer was prety fucken bad as it turned out. a metric fuckton of people paid to watch the once for aller and his family fuck trees to deth by throwing moneey at them like they were stripers, but then al the tres were fucked ded!!11! the bears starved into ity bity twinks, unable to maintain the THicc, tsuyu and the frogs choked and coffed up water ful of human piss as they peed in the water while laughing in delite at the once for allers antics, and tokoyami and the birbs coffed out their organs from the clouds of vape smoke filing the sky.

soon ther was no one left. the once for allers familey left with al the money, aizawa the fuckable mule was ded, and it was just the once for aller allone in the rouns of his former capitalistc glory with only the bright yellow banana suit on his back to remind him of those days.

dani devioto looked at the once for aller with sad eyes before kciking his own ass so hard he got sent rocketing thru the stratusphere, leaving behind an imapct crater with a single word

“cunt” deku whispered softly in the present as he gazed into the crator.

the once for aller sighed sadley. “iv wondered for years and yeers wat he ment by that, but i think i understand now. unless some1 like u stops being a cunt, then nothign is gona get better, u nut”

“shit fam thats deeep” sed deku

the once for aller looked at dekus pissbaby child face. “i lost evrything to capitalism, my friends, nature, my family” teers rolled down his cheks “i even sold my organs to buy cocane and strippers so now i hav a total of 2 orgens in my hole bodey.”

“kinky”

“but we can change that!” cried the once for aller passionetely. “i am going 2 giv u a tree to plant in thneedvil so communism can return and bring back the life stole from this world with my big stick diplomacy. go now, young midorieya-shonen my boy, GO FORTH IN THE NAME OF COMMUNISM AND UN-CUNT THIS MISEREBLE WORLD!!1!”

ther was an epic radicel chase seen wher deku had to fite the The All For One’HAre Corporation Copyright TM and his grandma recovery girl did sik triks on her moped and deku almost but not quite got to kis todorki senpai but they made it to the town square.

deku held todorokis hands and tenderly put the baby tre in it “here” he sed “take my seed”

todoroky noded solemly. “i hav never wanted anything more than to be given ur seed midoreya” he was about 2 plant the seed in the ground when all for one’hare appered! “NOT SO FAST FUCKHOLES” he yelled capitalistically. “this TRee is COMMuNISM!!1!” he cried to the townspeople. “do u RELLY want to be FILTHY COMMIES???”

“Commies hate micdonaleds!!1” screamed one impassoned townsperson.

“LETS BOIL THEM IN OIL” some one else agred.

“but guys wait!!!” deku cried “dont u want like, nature n shit?”

“CAPITALISTS WANT TO REPLACE EVERY REMOTELY FUCKABLE PERSON WITH A TREE” all for one’hare screamed

teh twonspoeple gasps, thens tarted chanting for deku todo and grandma to get boiled in oil

deku sweated nervosly “um but,, treees,, r good?”

“OIL OIL OIL”

“BACK IN MY DAY WE FUCKED TREES AND WE LIKED IT” recovery girl rored!

that was acomeplling argument. the boil in ooil chanting slowed

all for one turned to his henchperson stain “STAIN” he yelled “TEL THESE HIPPY DIPPY COMMIE TREE FUCKERS WHAT WE REALLY THINK OF THIS CAPTEN PLANET B-ROLL BULLSHIT”

stain cleered his throt and burst into magnificent song “let it gro let it gro, so we can have trees to bone” he sang. he was The Ultimate ChadTM so every1 agreed with him imediately. they throow all for one’hare into a pit of spiders where eh was eten and killed and planted the seed in the fertile butthole of the earth wher it could blosom and gro.

in the folowing yeers trees started groiwng beyond the wals and the once for aller crawled out of his shame sahck to water them with his nut as an act of penanc.e

slowly, magesticsally, danny devito in a fursewt flew down from the sky. “ya done good cunt” he grunted, tenderly slapping the once for allers boney ass with his furry orange old man boner. “ya done good.”

they both floated up to gay heaven by their ass skins wher the once for allers big bara past self greeted them with open arms. “all of ur trubles are ogre” he whispered tenderly in their tidditlyated ears.

the once for aller caressed his past self “oh oncey” he whispered sweetly “are u shure we should do this?? can u even,,, oh, how can u love me in this broken down form??”

past once for aller smiled and did the kabedon thing with his future self who whimpered arousedly and blushed carnelian. “its not who we are on the outside” he shoved his entire arm up his entire ass“its who we are inside”

danney devito cheered the once for allers on as they fucked together for all of eterneity and it was very communiest teh end

#bnha #all might #deku #lorax au #selfcest #i managed to work it in #at the very end #i Had TO

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micah-is-a-rock · 8 years ago

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20. What do you wish you could have told your younger self about being trans?Way to go for choosing like the most emotional question for me so GET READY. First off, i just wish i could have known earlier that trans people even existed. I didnt begin to realize what was up until high school when i became friends with a trans person (to whom i owe my LIFE) and learned about what it means to be trans and that, shockingly, trans people are just regular people.One very distict memory i have is being in the grocery store checkout line where all the tabloids are and seeing a magazine whos cover read "pREgnAnT MaN!!!1! hoW COuLd ThAt evEn BE POssiBLe????" (I mean, more or less). Anyway, i was intrigued and asked my mom how indeed that was possible, to which she answered, "well...uhhh.... SOME people just CHOOSE to not be their actual gender. This is ACTUALLY a girl who LOOKS like a boy." What a great first way to learn about gender expression. I wish i could go back and actually give myself an explanation that was 1, accurate and 2, respectful, because that one instance left a gross smear on me for a very long time.Generally, i would want to tell myself that trans people exist and are people and that its okay to be trans.25. What do you wish cis people would understand?I mean a lot of things. Specifically, i would very much like to have a way to explain to cis people exactly what its like know you are not the gender that your body would otherwise denote. Like, there are plently of explanations that people have come up with but it just doesnt cover everything, you know? Like "imagine you are your current gender but everyone else calls you by the opposite gender regardless of what you tell them" is a good one but there still seems to be a disconnect. Ive gotten "but wouldnt they be able to SEE that im a [gender]???" Like okay you totally missed the point but great.Also can we please make it common knowledge that trans people are just people like yaint gotta freak out about it it just happens sometimes36. Whats the difference, if any, between your gender identity and expression?I identify pretty solidly as male, but having been raised as female, i have aquired a lot of hobbies/interests/preferences that are "more feminine". Only recently have i felt like ive been allowed to enjoy "more masculine" things, were still working on that. Anyway, for example, things like womens clothing are far more exciting and fun than mens clothing; if you are a man, that means you have a choice of only three types of shirts in four choices of solid colors, and two styles of pants in two colors. Wear a hat, it makes you a Man™. Meanwhile in the womes section, there are endless cuts, styles, colors, patters, accessories, if you can imagine it you have it. Because of this i greatly prefer shopping in the womes section (also apparently men dont come in sizes smaller than 5'6" so nothing in the mens fits anyway).HOWEVER. I feel increasing pressure to not wear the "feminie" clothing i have in order to pass better. I have an EXTREMELY hard time passing as it is and i feel like i have to other choice than to give in to typical male fashion. So, while identifying as male, my -optimal- gender expression does not align 100% as male. My goal one day is to have some sick facial hair, big muscles, and wear crop tops.Thanks anon! Im always a sucker for talking about my feelings!

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litcci · 8 years ago

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CREDIT TO SIR ENDESR AT THIS WRITING FORUM.

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TAGGED BY: nobody i STOL this

TAGGING: @melligine, @serapheit (honestly use whichever oc you’re feeling tbh!!), @kaqenui, @infernosis THIS ISN’T A PARTICULAR LIST S O FEEL FREE TO STEAL THIS REALLY!!!! i had fun doing this

FULL NAME: Selen Cypress Steele MEANING: Selen’s name is the Sami variation and I couldn’t actually find a meaning for it!!! However when used in Turkish, it means gospel or asset Cypress and Steele should be obvious NICKNAME: Sel. Right now only like, two people are allowed to use this MEANING: Should be obvious!! AGE: 23 BIRTHDAY: February 20th ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Aquarius GENDER: Agender, masc presenting He doesn’t feel much alignment to any particular gender, but he’s very content with the way he presents currently

ALLERGIES: None. SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Men and masculine people, exclusively. THEME SONG(S): Honestly I couldn’t think of much BUT...

APPEARANCE HAIR COLOR: White. Just straight up white. He’ll deny it but it’s absolutely white. HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: Choppy and asymmetrical; longer on his right hand side, which he usually keeps in a little braid. The shorter side sits just above chin length. Tends to let it get shaggy EYES COLOR: Muted brown HEIGHT: 5′8′‘ | 173cm. Not as blessed with height as some of his other family members, but it could be worse. WEIGHT: 134 lbs | 61 kg. OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Tends to be pretty extra, favouring thicker fabrics and fur. Sweaters are a constant. When not working he leans towards a more minimal style. DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS, MOLES): Freckles everywhere (face, arms, legs), a few scars here and there SELF CARE(MAKE UP): Occasionally he’ll fill in his eyebrows if he’s feeling insecure; he favours nice perfumes and colognes, too (especially vanilla scents) FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: Composed, a little unapproachable SKIN COLOR: Pale beige, prone to sunburn and reddening. BODY TYPE/BUILD: A little on the scrawny side, but there’s some definite muscle definition around his arms and core DEFAULT EXPRESSION: Neutral and focused. Resting bitch face honestly. Some days, you might be able to spot a little smirk--usually in the company of the king. POSTURE: Upright, hands on hips, hands by his side--he’s ready. He keeps his arms folded when he’s relaxed, shifting his weight onto one leg. PIERCINGS: Both ears. He rarely wears earrings these days and they’ve pretty much sealed up, though DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: Pretty monotonous, more so out of being calm than anything. Usually fairly quiet, doesn’t speak particularly quickly or slowly. As he warms to you, it becomes more rhythmic and emotive

RELATIONSHIPS MOM: Jerusha Steele HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: It’s complicated. They’ve not been in contact since Selen left Belori. Selen completely understands why she acted the way she did towards him--he was equally heartbroken and angered by his father’s disappearance. But the way she went about it is something he can’t forgive so easily, and has left an impact he’s still healing from. He’s not rushing to see her again, but he still thinks about her. DAD: Tobejas Steele HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Again, it’s complicated. Up until the age of 10, the two got on wonderfully. The man was very up front about his heritage and what he was, with Selen embracing it as best he could. Calm, gentle, fun, and all around a fantastic father figure. After his disappearance--knowing it was planned and how his mother reacted to it--Selen’s opinion of his father is incredibly bitter. He’s not as desperate for answers as he was (he’s stopped actively looking for him). Out of spite, he’s choosing to barely acknowledge certain aspects of his heritage, but he still holds lingering respect for him he’s barely aware of. The braid in his hair is the same one his father wore, after all.

SIBLINGS: Saskia Steele HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Like a house on fire. She’s aware of his whereabouts but hasn’t told her mother, but the two of them share an incredible amount of mutual adoration, respect and hatred of their father. CHILDREN: None. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A. PAST LOVER(S): One. Very short lived. Admittedly, it was out of desperation on both their parts and they were barely compatible, but not from lack of trying. Selen was the one to be broken up with. CURRENT LOVER: A certain king. Selen’s been head over heels for him for the last three years and it doesn’t look like this is stopping any time soon. And really, he couldn’t care less about peoples’ opinions about their differences in ranks. He’s in deep. REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEW: By default, he’s sceptical of their intentions, but he greatly enjoys listening to them and what they have to say. That scepticism persists for a while, but he’ll still act friendly enough. ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: He’s more of a follower than a leader and takes to orders like a fish to water. Still, he feels he works better alone than in a group. That being said, there’s been some definite improvement in his approach in recent years. LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: People who are overly curious or obnoxious, honestly. He needs his privacy and to save his energy. PARENTAL TYPE(PROTECTIVE, ETC): He’s remarkably good with children!! He’d be far more protective of his own children, but he’s the sentimental type. Days out, reading bedtime stories, listening to everything the kid has to say.

PERSONALITY …WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: A little stiff, but it’s obvious he’s making an effort to be friendly. Acts calm and collected, but aspects of someone who’s a little inexperienced still shine through. …AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY LIKE YOU): Talks and smiles a lot more!! He starts being a lot more playful (think awful jokes and awful puns), but also a lot more protective. He gets a lot more receptive to affection too. …AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY DISLIKE YOU): Resting bitch face. Passive aggression. To an extent--with his words at least--he’s capable of hiding his feelings very well, but it boils over to a point of outright rudeness. FAVORITE COLOR: Red, some shades of purple, green FAVORITE FOOD: He would die for banana bread FAVORITE ANIMAL: Cats FAVORITE ELEMENT: Water (ironically, he can’t swim) LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Blue, yellow LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: He’s not a big fan of pizza LEAST FAVORITE ANIMAL: Like most, he’s not too fond of insects. HOBBIES: Fashion, photography, and... knife throwing. He’s starting to develop a budding interest in gardening, too. USUAL MOOD: Calm, focused DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: Occasional drinker. He’s a stress smoker, but it’s a habit he’s trying to stop. And occasionally. He’s done weed before no thanks to a certain someone’s influence. DARK VERSION OF SELF: He’s inherently very neutral, so there’s nothing especially light or dark about himself LIGHT VERSION OF SELF: Again, he’s neutral! HOW SERIOUS ARE THEY: Pretty serious, but he can definitely appreciate fun and doing things on the spur of the moment CLASS IN AN RPG: Rogue BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: Eh (IN)DEPENDENT: Independent. VULNERABILITY: People he loves getting hurt, his loyalty being challenged, his past to some extent OPINION ON SWEARING: Occasionally! Never at work. Gotta stay professional. DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUS: Cautious MUSIC TYPE: He’s fond of chilled out electronic music, but he’ll honestly listen to anything. MOVIE TYPE: He doesn’t have an absolute favourite--rather, he likes specific films rather than overall genres. He’s biased towards adventure, however. BOOK TYPE: Murder mysteries, hands down COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: Anything below 50F is nice. He’s cold. He can appreciate warmer weather in small doses, but anything beyond that is a nightmare for him SLEEPING PATTERN: Very structured, sleeps about 8-9 hours a day consistently. If he can’t get that, he’ll gladly nap. CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: Very tidy and organised, though things turn to disarray when he’s stressed out DESIRED PET: He’d love a cat, or a tortoise HOW DO THEY PASS TIME: People watching, so much people watching BIGGEST SECRET: Unless you ask, everything about him is a secret... so in a strange way, he doesn’t have any particular secrets. He still greatly prefers being mysterious, though HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TO: His sister and the last king of Melcio WHAT ANIMAL WOULD THEY BE: ......Cat. Like honestly i thought about this for a few minutes but no he’s a damn cat i can’t do this FEARS: The king’s assassination, especially if it’s something he can prevent. He’s not the best about being controlled or manipulated, either. Or blood. COMFORTS: Piping hot cocoa, fairy lights, hugs--but only if he knows you well enough

HOW DO THEY REACT TO… DANGER: Tries to be as level headed as possible, thinking of every solution to get out of it SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEM: Straight up tells them no, no hesitation whatsoever. PROPOSAL TO MARRY: Depends who it’s from. If it’s from a certain someone he’s definitely gonna start crying. Anybody else? ‘...Um.’ DEATH OF LOVED ONE: Isolation, solemn sadness... after a while. Then it turns to eventfulness if applicable. DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETC: Frustration, honestly. He’d want to walk away from the problem and start again if he can, but if it’s under pressure he’ll just take a deep breath and do the best job he can INJURY: Tries his hardest to ignore it and power on through until he has no choice SOMETHING IRRESISTIBLY CUTE: If it’s an animal he’d want to try and lure it in and say hello!!

HISTORY BIOGRAPHY: yaint

FIRST APPEARANCE: He’d face’d first be put to the public after his appointment of first knight, by the king of Melcio’s side on excisions.

KNOWLEDGE LANGUAGES: I’m not sure how we’re going about languages over at Frucitaion lmao but he definitely has a couple under his belt SCHOOLING LEVEL: High school graduate FAVORITE SUBJECT (S): Psychology, textiles, math INTERESTED CAREERS: He considered pursuing psychology further at one point, but his heart was set on militia EXPERTISE: Ditto CHEMISTRY: C MATH: A+ LANGUAGE: B GEOGRAPHY: B POLITICS/LAW: A COOKING: B MECHANICS: A BOTANY (FLOWERS): A MYTHOLOGY: D DRAMATICS(ACTING,SINGING): A, exclusively for acting

READING LEVEL: High school graduate HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: Very good, and he adores it. 500 things that could go wrong are considered and worked around, almost to the point of obsession. You can never be too careful.

ROMANCE . DO THEY TAKE INITIATIVE: He’s perceptive, so he knows when and how to initiate when it’s needed! Otherwise he takes a backseat, since his boyfriend is the affectionate sort. HOW DO THEY ACT(SHY,ETC): Shameless and unapologetic, honestly. It takes a while for him to come out of his shell, but when he does he’s staying and he’s gonna enjoy himself, PDA and all. GENTLEMAN/LADYLIKE VS KLUTZY: Somewhere in between! He has his moments of being a klutz when he’s truly being himself, though he enjoys putting on a gentlemanly facade. Really, he can’t take himself seriously. GO SLOW VS JUMP INTO: Slow. PROTECTIVE: Absolutely. He’d put his life on the line to keep Carmi safe ACT LIKE FRIENDS OR LOVERS: Lovers, no mistake about it. WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUY: Tends to pick his gifts carefully, with plenty of sentimentality behind most of them! It’s hard to resist some impulse buys, though. Plants are always a must, but things that remind him of his significant other or trips out they’ve had together are always welcome. TYPE OF KISSER: He’s prone to quick impulsive kisses, but he has a tendency to get really into it once he gets going DO THEY WANT KIDS: He’d love to adopt whenever they feel they’re ready DO THEY WANT TO MARRY: He’s not rushing, but he’d love to MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONS: Ones that are beneficial to both parties. So yes, mostly good. He can make poor decisions that are too extreme, especially when it comes to keeping his loved ones safe. ARE THEY ROMANTIC: Definitely. He’s all about the corny, cliche stuff, as long as they’re both having a good time. HOW ARE THEY IN BED: Touchy, loud, pretty average? He isn’t sure. Ask his boyfriend. He’s pretty receptive and attuned to what his partner wants, though. GET JEALOUS EASY: Not at all! He knows Carmi has a lot of love to give--that’s why he adores him so much MARRY FOR MONEY: Nope FAVORITE SEX POSITION: -- WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATE: Something corny, like a picnic at sunrise or a trip to the aquarium and a nice meal afterwards. OPINION ON SEX: He likes it, but he doesn’t need it and definitely has to be in a certain mood for it.

#✕ ᴏᴏᴄ #[[ i need a tag for this kinda thing? ]]

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writinglionqueen · 5 years ago

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After seeing these horse posts, would it be possible to get a My King drabble of the King introducing his Queen to the horses of the keep or her first getting one? 💙

The Queen already has her horse but I think it would be cute to have a visit of the royal stables and see the other horses.

Your footsteps sounded against the stone slabs of the stable, echoing in your ears and letting the horses of the stable know they had a visitor. Some of them even poked their heads out of their stalls to greet you, making you smile. A couple of servants bustled about, they filled troughs with oats and provided the horses with their breakfast. The horses always made you smile. The amount your King had was certainly an amazement. All of them were beautiful and well cared for, your king had even tried to gift you another, but your heart was to your first horse from the first home you’ve ever known. And she was your first stop in the stables. Your Aela, who’s head was already out and sniffing to greet you.

Your hand reached out slowly, letting her sniff at your digits before placing the palm of your hand on her snout.

“Hello, my sweet Aela,” you greeted. She snorted slightly, but allowed your hands to pet at her snout. You peered into the Clydesdale's stall, seeing that the caretakers had already gotten to her. A fresh pile of oats were in the trough along with a slab of fresh hay. “Are you liking your new home?” Aela gave you another snort, her head moving slightly. It was almost a nod as if she knew what you were saying.

“Thought I might find you here,” your king’s voiced called out. You turned to see your king stroll into the stables. A pleasant smile greeted you as you smiled back at him.

“I just wanted to see how Aela was doing,” you said to him. Drew hummed. “This is much different than the stables back home.” Your king stopped by your side.

“Indeed,” your king mused.

“We only had a few horses,” you said, watching as your husband reached for Aela so your horse could sniff his hand before he started to stroke her snout. “All in a stone half building in the courtyard. Just the three or four of them.”

“I think we have 10 or even 15,” Drew said. You nodded.

“I noticed,” you murmured with a smile, looking at him. “Do you know any of their names....or just the one you ride?” Drew chuckled.

“I know only a few of them,” he answered. His hand dropped as he took steps away from Aela’s stall and towards another one. “You’ve seen this one; the one I usually ride.” As if on cue, the horse inside poked its head out of its stall. A black Clydesdale. You remember that this one was pure black and had stood strong when you first saw it. “His name is Rí. It means ‘king’ in Gaelic.”

“How original,” you teased. Drew chuckled as he reached for his horse, stroking his snout.

“He was my father’s,” Drew said to you. “Passed down to him from his father when he was a foal and then passed down to me.” You stood beside Drew, reaching your own hand out to pet Rí’s snout.

“He’s beautiful,” you murmured. Rí snorted before turning away to eat his breakfast.

“My mother thought so,” Drew replied quietly. You turned to look at Drew as he watched his horse wistfully.

“What about any of the other horses?” you asked your husband. “I would like to see the rest.” Drew looked at you and gave you a nod. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth. His hand reached out for you to take and you did.

“Let’s have at it then,” Drew said to you, leading you down to each stall to see each horse that resided inside. For some, Drew didn’t know the name of and would ask one of the caretakers about them in his stead. The caretaker would offer the name politely. It was a lovely time out of your day to greet each horse and pet them. A caretaker even offered if you wanted to help feed the new foal in which you happily agreed to. Drew watched you with a smile.

The stables was just going to be another part of the castle that you’d enjoy and spend your time in; taking care of the horses and using your free time to be with them. Another plus to being the queen.

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writinglionqueen · 5 years ago

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Hey sorry to bother you but I have a question. Maybe I missed it in the series and in that case I'm so sorry, but in ''my king'', when (and how) did Drew realized he loved his Queen? (Sorry for my english btw). Much love to you!!

You know....I don’t actually specifying when it was actually “love” but....now....I have a way to show for it. And why not write it as a little blurb.

You couldn’t help but smile at your king as he laid himself upon your chest, listening to your heartbeat as the two of you tried to get some sleep. His weight on your body made you feel safe and secured while your fingers brushed through his dark locks, feeling the soft strands between your nimble fingers.

A question was on your mind as you thought of the first night the two of you had met. The night where Drew wedded you without question. It made you wonder....

“Drew,” you murmured. Your king gave a deep hum. “When.....did you realize...that you were in love with me?” Drew slowly rose himself onto his elbows at your question. He looked into your eyes, his blue shining in the moonlight peaking through the window. “I mean...I know you said you chose me to be your bride a little while before we met because my father asked in a letter....and because you remembered...the inklings of feelings for me but....when did you fall in love with me?”

“You’re right that the first time I had an inkling of feelings for you was at a time before the two of us were properly introduced,” he answered, crawling up to lay beside you. One of his large arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his side. “When my father held the great gathering here and all the lairds were invited including any family they wished to bring....it was the first time I saw you...and I thought you were beautiful....but...to be fair, it was nothing more than when a man looks at a painting before being rushed on to the next.” You felt Drew’s fingers draw patterns against your sides. “I only remembered you from then....but....it wasn’t....love until....” Drew trailed off in thought.

“Until what?” you asked. Drew smiled. He must’ve loved his memory.

“Well....until I saw you standing in front of your keep,” he said to you. “When....when you put the circlet I made you on....and you looked like a queen. That’s when I knew....I loved you. Because I saw the power you had inside you, the kind soul, and the confidence....that would blossom into the queen I see today.” You smiled at that. Back then, you knew you were shy and not as confident into the role you were thrusted into. But now, you were everything Drew saw in you. “It’s....perhaps sad to say that I didn’t love you until the day we were to wed....but I did...fall in love with you on that day and every moment after.” You couldn’t help but beam at your husband before reaching to peck his lips sweetly. He chuckled with a small smile. “I did remember you from before....and I thought you were beautiful but getting to know you after our vows and....all this time after....I can’t help but fall in love with you just a little more every day.”

“You’re a romantic,” you teased him before giving him one more sweet kiss. Another chuckle rumbled in his chest.

“And what about you, my queen?” he asked, lifting you to sit you on his lap. “When do you think you fell in love with me?” The question left you frozen in thought....when did you fall for Drew?

“Hmm...it’s hard to say. I thought I was nothing more than chattel, being prodded to the auction before our vows....but after.....how sweet you were with me....I started to fall for you then...without realizing,” you murmured, your hands splayed along Drew’s pecs. “But....the moment you made this place feel like home....and you let me be...and let me be my own person....that’s when I knew I loved you. And the time when people were making fun of me, and you challenge their taunts....that’s when I could feel it in my heart that I loved you just the same.” You could see Drew smile at that.

“That’s because this place is your home....and you are your own person,” he murmured to you, cupping a cheek with a large hand to guide you down to his lips. “And no one messes with my queen.” He kissed you slowly and you reveled in it. You could feel his love within in.

Yes, it was true, love wasn’t the first thing you felt with each other upon meeting....it was nothing but a quickened pulse, clammy hands, and stuttering breaths, a crush or the anxiety of meeting someone because you knew as well as he what the intentions of that night meant. But now, after everything, the two of you had all the love to give to each other and it showed. A love that couldn’t be taken away or tarnished. A love that was everlasting and strong. It was going to be forever....

forever and happily so.

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We’ll See

Your king took your words into deep consideration. He even proceeded to talk to Finn about the thought of killing Baron for his mutiny. Finn agreed it was high time the failed advisor paid for the treachery he thought he’d bring to the keep and to the land.

And it was settled, Baron would be executed at dawn, upon Cnoc Rìghrean.

It was nothing more than a cliff like piece of land, laid between two ridges where the rock and dirt spilled close to the execution slab. The earth was said to have been created by legend’s giants, a chair for them with no back rest. Creating a crest where the execution spot was cradled. The spot itself was a slab of stone that looked to have been created by the past kings. For it was a smoothen circle with etched designs, half buried in the wet clay of Scotland’s hearth.

You turned about to look at your surroundings carefully. The two ridges felt like two walls enclosing you to the fact no land laid behind you. Only open sea. A cliff overlooking it. But before you, a clearing that lead back to the kingdom. It’s space was 100 yards or even more in length. Only one way in and out....but plenty of space around for people to witness the end to the fail advisor.....if they wanted to...if Drew wanted people to witness his end.

Instead, he kept it a private affair. The only ones in attendance besides you was Finn and Aleister and his order. They were just several people, all adorning dark cloaks on the ridge to the left of the slab. All in the kingdom had probably heard of Baron’s treachery, but no one was aware if he’d been killed for his ill-deed or not. And they wouldn’t until later.

For now, the mutt kneeled at the feet of your king, staring down the Scotsman with anger. His arms were bound by heavy, iron chains to the slab of stone. He wouldn’t be moved until he body was indeed lifeless.

“Let’s get on with this,” Drew said. An air of darkness laced his words. It was nothing you’ve heard before. It almost scared you. You turned to look at Finn and he gave you a solemn nod before stepping forth.

“Baron Corbin, you are charged and have been found guilty of the act of treason,” Finn declared. “For such a crime, the only punishment is death.” Baron began to chuckle. He was laughing in the face of death. The reddened scar on his cheek bunched as he shook with his amusement. You held onto the sheath for your king’s claymore tighter. You didn’t like his laughter.

“That’s bullshit,” Baron commented. “Haven’t I been punished enough?” Finn ignored the man’s outbursts.

“I’d beg God for mercy on your soul...but I don't have a speck of kindness to give you.” Finn stepped back. In which case your king was about to step forward so you presented him his sheathed sword. His dark and focus stare stirred something inside you...it made your heart race to know that a life was to be taken away by that look. And it would be at the hand of your king staring at you with that killing look in his eyes, a glare deep set in his brow. You were about to witness him kill a man. By the look in his eyes, you knew it wouldn't be pleasant. He took the hilt of the great weapon in his hand and pulled the sword from the sheath. Your king looked at the length of the metal, sneering at the polished steel before he looked towards the prisoner.

“Today marks the end of your days, Baron,” Drew growled out. The Lone Wolf only smiled. It made your stomach flip in a bad way.

“We’ll see,” Baron said lowly. You looked to your king in confusion. His brow raised in the same thought. He was about to say something, about to raise the sword, his stance changing, tensing up.

But that was when you heard the whoosh of something flying through the air before your king grunted. The great man staggered and fell back onto a knee. Your heart almost stopped.

“Drew!” You cried as you ran to his side, seeing an arrow lodged in his shoulder. Blood oozing porously. Your king growled as he clutched at the wounded skin, trying to ensure the bleeding didn’t continue.

Looking about the hillsides, you saw Black and his followers fend off more arrows. A couple of his men had fallen and you tried to find where the onslaught had started but Finn held a shield, blocking out any other incoming attacks and the sight of your attacker.

“My queen,” Finn called to you from over his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“Drew’s been shot,” you cried. “Who’s-” You were about to ask who would do this before Finn was quick to answer you.

“It seems like the Archer of Infamy got a heart string for the Wolf,” Finn called. “My queen, I need to get you and-” you heard the clack of chains and the roar of Baron before Finn was tackled to the ground before you.

You turned to watch Baron wrangle the shield from the Irishman. You watched the man use the metal, bashing Finn in the head with it to render him unconscious before the man snarled at you and your downed king.

The man ran at you and your king. you tried to stand and fight but Baron pushed you out of his way. It caused you to stumble, slipping on the rocks and fall to the ground. The rocks caught you as rocks would; scrapping and cutting your skin. You hit your head with a terrible noise. And for a good couple minutes, you heard nothing, saw nothing but pitch black before you willed your mind and body to rise a little, lifting your head off the ground.

Everything was spinning. Everything was blurry and out of focus. Even the sight of your king and Baron struggling only feet away. You watched your king bleed from his injury. You heard his grunts of pain as him and the mutt tussled in the mud. Each man threw heavy hitting punches. Each man grunting and growling as they both tried to gain an upper hand.

“Drew,” you called out quietly, reaching up as if you could grab your husband, get to him. But your king was fighting off Baron who got the larger man up onto his feet. From there, the wolf was backing your king closer to the cliffside, backing him with punches that left your king stumbling back. He was trying to get away but he was tripping over his two feet. The broken shaft of the arrow left in his shoulder diminishing a lot of his movements. “Drew.”

“You were always unfit to rule!” you heard Baron bellow as you struggled to get to your feet. An arrow swished passed your head, making you cry as you fell to the ground in fear. “This place would be better without you!”

You’re king was too close to the edge of the cliff. To close to a demise. You could see your king, out of it, battered, bruised and staggering on his feet. You reached for him as if you could pull him away from the edge, pull him away from the watery depths below.

“Drew,” you whimpered out. Your king and Baron turned to look at you. The mutt smiled. It was something dark, something twisted.

“And don’t worry about your queen, I’ll take good care of her,” with that, you watched as Baron kicked your king in his chest, making him fall back. Making him fall.

“Drew!” you cried out, your hand reached for him as he disappeared under the lip of the cliff. Your heart shattering before your eyes as your king was gone. And Baron stood watching. And the bastard -that bastard- looked back at you with a satisfied look like he just won it all.

And in that moment...it felt like he did.

He won it all.

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Fae or Foe

The man in the meadow was a curiosity. You’ve seen humans before, truly, but none that dared venture past the brambles and thorns of the outer edge of the forest. It marked the edge of what was deemed forbidden by the human. Opposite of it, it was forbidden to venture to their lands by faerie kind. But, the other faeries had already scattered, hidden in the leaves or had gone back to the hollow at the sight of the man.

You, on the other hand, wanted a closer look at the human. It was a forbidden thing to do....to be seen, but you wanted to see if the stories of men were true. Some were gentle giants and were as curious about faeries as the little creatures were about them. Others, however, wanted to capture faeries...pluck them of their wings, sell them for a shiny coin.

But this man seemed different. None like any you’ve seen.

The man was mighty and big. He held muscle on his gargantuan frame. His hair was dark like a raven’s wing, neatly pulled back in a pony tail. He had storm-grey eyes that was curious about his surroundings. He enticed you....in a way the male faeries could never. There was just something about the man that made you want to be closer to him.

Looking around you, you couldn’t see any of your friends...others that could watch you do the one thing you wanted to do the most. You fluttered to the man watching him pick up various herbs and mushrooms the meadow had to offer as you hovered above his head.

Up close...the man didn’t smell like a flower....or even the bark off a tree. Instead...he carried a heavy smell but it was nice and enticing, especially as you settled onto his shoulder, watching him pick more plants for himself.

The man reached for a berry, though. A plump, purple berry surrounded by light purple flowers. You knew it was dangerous, but the man....he did not. He reached to put the berry in his mouth but you were faster than him. Without thinking, you flew to his hand, plucked the berry from his grasp and threw it onto the ground.

Realization of what you had just done made you freeze, afraid to look at the man. Your heart felt like it sank into your stomach, feeling heavy as you slowly turned to see the bright, grey eyes of the man while he stared down at you. You didn’t know what to do in this situation. You just knew you messed up.

If the Madam was to see what you did...if the others saw....but, more importantly...if this man were to harm you, there was no telling what would come of this.

The man raised his hand, with you in it, making you stumble in his palm and fall against his skin.

“A....faerie?” the man said in awe. His voice was deep and nice. It made you perk up. It caused your wings to flutter. You wanted him to say more things.

But he said nothing as he raised a finger to brush against your wings.

“Hey that’s rude,” you said, moving out of the way of his offending finger. “We don’t do that.” You pushed it away. The man raised an eyebrow at you and you tilted your head at him before sitting crisscross in the middle of his palm. “How did you get past the thorns?” The man squinted.

He probably couldn’t understand or hear you.

“You’re mouth’s moving...but I can’t hear if you’re saying anything, little one,” he answered your unspoken question. You sighed.

Head turning, you tried to make sure other faeries weren’t about. The man noticed.

“Do you have friends?” he asked. You looked to him and his bright, curious eyes. You didn’t know if you could answer the human’s question. It could spell danger for your hollow. So you just looked up to the man, head tilting. “Do you understand a word I’m saying?” You nodded. The man hummed before he pulled something from his pocket and settled it onto his palm beside you.

It was strange and yellow in color, fluffy looking and smelling sweet. You looked from the man to the item.

“It’s food,” he said. “If...faeries eat, that is.” You reached for the item. “We call it bread.”

Bread?

It was light when you picked it up. The piece he gave you was large in your little hands. You looked to the man, wondering what you had to do with it. You watched him pull bread out for himself. He took a bite of his large piece and you followed suit. It was sweet and nice. You liked it.

You munched on the rest as the man watched, until you shoved what little you had left in your hands into your mouth. After you swallowed, you patted your belly, showing your gratitude to having the food offered. He smiled but moved his palm about to observe you.

“Are all faeries...naked?” he asked. Confused, you looked down at your body. What was naked? You looked back to him, tilting your head once again. “Never mind.” You fluttered your wings. “You’re wings are pretty.” With a smile, you stood to show off the color of your wings. Though transparent, they held the faintest tint of your favorite color. You twirled and fluttered your wings as the man watched on. He chuckled at your behavior. You giggled. He reached his finger towards you again and you batted it away.

“Rude!” you exclaimed while shaking your head.

“Ok, no touching,” he murmured. “Do you have a name?” You perked at that. “Mine’s Drew.” Drew....it was a nice name. You smiled as you tried to figure out how to tell the human your name...if you could that is. You flew to the ground to find a stick big enough for you to work with so you could etch your name into the dirt for Drew to see.

When you finished, you looked up at him, expectantly. His grey eyes squinted to read your name out loud. He said it correctly on the first go.

“Is that right?” he asked. You gave him an affirmative nod before flying back to perch on his hand. He hummed as you went to sit again but you heard the evening horn. It made you freeze. You turned towards the hollow’s grand tree. The horn was the signal to be back home...and you needed to go. You stood to your feet and looked to Drew.

He probably didn’t hear the horns, but he could probably see your obvious distress.

“Do you have to go?” he asked. With a frown, you nodded. He smiled. “Go on, if you have to.” You felt a small ache in your heart at the thought of not being able to see Drew again. You reached for one of his fingers, hugging it. Your wings drooped in your sadness of not being able to stay longer. The man patted your head, gently, with a finger. “I’ll come tomorrow to see you, if you want, little one.” You perked at that. Your wings fluttered. “Would you like that?” You nodded before giggling and hiding your face against the man’s skin. The man chuckled and it sounded so nice. You looked up into his grey eyes while you stepped back to the middle of his hand. You gave him a quick wave before your wings took you away with heated cheeks.

Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

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writinglionqueen · 6 years ago

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For the My King blurbs. Can we please get something on the Queen's recovery from being poisoned?? And what the King does to the bastard that did this? 💕

~Will the queen be ok? (sorry if this is a bit short, I don’t want these to be super long, but…if you ask about who in the dungeon knows and how the king will handle it….I’m sure I’ll make another part)~

The moment Drew arrived at Black’s cottage, in the middle of the woods, shrouded in the inky black of night, the carried you to the door in such a hurry. He banged on the door, hoping the man was in.

The door did open to reveal the man in question.

“What is this?” he asked as he looked to you in your king’s arms. You were growing number, your body shaking without control, but you were falling into the dark embrace of something you feared.

“I need your help?” Drew said urgently. Aleister knew not to question Drew before allowing the king to enter the home with you in his arms.

He moved to a bed in the living space.

“Lay her here,” he said in a calm voice. Drew did that, settling you as gently as he could. Black looked into your eyes before he watched you convulse and shake with whimpers.

“What was she given?” he asked the king.

“Wine…but it smelled musty. I think someone poisoned her with hemlock,” Drew said quickly. Aleister hummed as he checked your pulse. “Please help her,” Drew begged the man, holding an inkling of whimpering fear in his voice. Aleister gave a solemn nod.

“Zelina, get the tar and whisky,” Aleister called out. After a brief moment of waiting while Black’s wife retrieved what was needed and the man elevated your head, the woman appeared with a large bottle of amber liquid and a dish of black goop. The king watched as Zelina moved in close to her husband holding out the tar for the cultist to collect a good amount on his finger and place it into your mouth.

You couldn’t help but gag at the taste of the substance on your tongue…and it’s texture coating the entirety of your mouth. With a quiet growl, Aleister held your mouth closed, ensuring you wouldn’t spit out the fowl tasting mush before reopening your mouth to splash whisky onto your tongue. He gave you a good portion of whisky to drink down as much as you could. But you gargled a lot of it back up and it dribbled down the sides of your face.

You were having a hard time trying to swallow, a hard time trying to breath and you let out whimpers.

“Damn,” Aleister muttered as he as he moved to sit behind you, pushing you to sit up more to make it easier to swallow.

Zelina was quick to reach out, place her hand on your throat and rub her thumb down the column of your trachea.

With their help you were able to swallow the whisky. The burn didn’t affect you but you swear you could feel it warm the pit of your stomach.

Your eyes started to flutter close, though, as if sleep was trying to wrap you in a fast and warm embrace. Drew gasped and tried to reach for you, fearing the worst.

“It’s to be expected,” Aleister said, holding you as he watched your eyes close and you slumped against his body. He looked to the king. “She needs to rest.”

“What did you give her?” Drew asked, watching as Aleister moved away from you, settling you back down to lie on the bed.

“The tar is a mixture of various mushrooms, most with healing properties that draw out toxins, and is combined with burnt honey. The whisky is just to wash it down,” Aleister answered. “The tar should draw the poison out and into her stomach…she may throw it up later, though.”

“So…she’s alright?” he asked. “She’ll live?” Aleister looked to the king.

“If you had waited a few moments later….she might’ve not survived,” the cultist said. Drew let out a sigh of relief. “But….we do need to ensure she’s still not too far gone.” Drew looked to the Dutchman then to his wife.

“She’s not safe in the castle,” Drew said. “Not until I find the weasel who did this.” His anger flared within him, lighting him up with red, hot fury. He exhaled through flared nostrils though. He needed to remain cool, calm, and collected for his queen’s sake. “Do you know who did this?”

“No, my king, but I’ll have my men keep their eyes sharp and their ears open for any information they can find about this,” Alesiter said with a small bow of his head. The man looked to his wife. “Zel, send the Black Mass.” Zelina nodded as she went to the doorway of the cottage, adorning a black cloak. Drew understand that it meant she was acting as the messenger and finding those belonging to Black and Sanity. She left with a brisk walk in her step. “Have you checked those you keep in your dungeon, Your Majesty?” Drew looked back to the man.

“Why?” he asked.

“Rats like to hide in a spot they think is free of worthwhile and trustworthy people,” he answered. “Maybe those who are responsible started planning there.” Drew nodded, it made sense.

“I’ll check it out for myself,” he murmured as he went to your side, kneeling by the bedside to stroke your cheek while you slept off what just happened.

“Anyone you suspect of wanting to harm your queen…or you?” Aleister asked.

“My…advisor has been giving my queen…a different kind of attention as of late,” Drew said without looking to the man. “But…I don’t think he wants to harm her. Other than that…no. I have no idea who would’ve wanted to harm her.” Aleister said nothing for a moment.

“Nevertheless, I’ll have my men keep an eye on those who are close to you two. Baron included.”

“I trust your judgement,” Drew said quietly. “The Black Mass…is it an alert to your men?”

“Yes,” Aleister answered, shortly. “Anyone in the order will report to me with information they hear about someone planning a coup.” Drew nodded before leaning down to kiss your forehead. Drew whispered to you that he wanted you safe, he wanted you to be alright, that he loved his little queen.

With a small growl, he stood to his feet.

“I trust my queen in your care,” Drew murmured as he went to the door. Aleister bowed his head.

“I will watch over her, Your Highness,” the Dutchman pledged. Drew gave the man a nod before he left. He rode back to the castle on his horse. His next destination was the dungeon to see if anyone that was kept there had overheard anything.

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writinglionqueen · 6 years ago

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Lego House

Summary: You and Finn just play with Legos. It’s fun. He let’s you do things not many people get to do with him.

Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader

Word Count: 1925

Warnings: None. It’s all fluff.

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Special Thanks: @i-have-saracasm for helping me beta. She’s technically my person and saved beta by this point.

The times Finn is home with you….well they’re the best times for you. He was home. Being in his arms was its own kind of magic. One you cherished when he was home. Some of those times were filled with passion the two of you missed while he was gone. Filled with its own kind of oxymoron; soft but fast and hard but soft, all at once. Filled with curses and soft, sweet nothings also filled with promises and pleasure. And other times, it was filled with ease. Like when he was building his LEGOs. Something he did to keep his mind off of things. His own form of meditation. Your form of meditation was watching him craft things, following the instructions step by step to get to something cool, like a car or a pirate ship. Watching him put your own mind at ease. Which you found yourself doing now.

He was busy at the table, working on another set. Music playing quietly next to him on a playlist you knew he made for his time at home. Sometimes his tongue would peek out or he’d sigh and stretch out his sore limbs as he continued to build. He had been working for a while and was halfway done with this piece when you decided to sit next to him, leaning against his side to rest your head on his shoulder. He was quick to lay back against you for a second.

“This one looks cool,” you murmured, reaching for one of the minifigures, decked out like a pirate captain; sword, pirate hate, and eye patch. You pointed the minifigure at Finn. “Argh.” He let out a giggle.

“I think this will be even cooler when I finally finish it,” he murmured, turning the page to the instruction booklet. You reached for one of the little plastic pieces he needed to hand it to him.

“Here.”

“Thanks, baby,” he murmured to you. You bit your lip. It kinda looked fun to build things like this.

“Can I help? Or….is there one I can build with you. I’m bored.” You playfully whined the last part. He chuckled.

“There’s some in the room,” he said to you. “Pick any that you want.” You perked up at that.

“Really?” he asked, surprised. He nodded, looking away from the booklet.

“Yeah, go ahead babe.” You stood up and ran to the bedroom, finding a small stack of LEGO sets next to Finn’s suitcase. Out of all the ones he had, even the cool ones he received as gifts from the LEGO company, you picked a race car one. Like the ones from Nascar...it even came with a pit crew and extra tires. You smiled to yourself. If you finished it before Finn finished his, you could probably play with it. You took the box back to your spot beside Finn. You settled the box down before plopping back down yourself.

With curious eyes, Finn looked to see which set you decided to build with. He smiled at the car on the front.

“That ones a cool one,” he murmured.

“Yours looks cooler,” you argued back. Finn giggled.

“I don’t know, pirate ships and race cars are on the same level of coolness.” You nodded in agreement, knowing he was making his own little joke. You began opening up the box and the packets sorting the pieces so it wouldn’t be hard to find them later. Finn watched you curiously.

“What’cha doing?” he asked.

“Sorting,” you answered, simply, gesturing to the piles. “That way I won’t have to search for them as much and I’ll know if I’m missing one when I get to them.”

“Ooh, that’s a pro move.”

“Then why aren’t you doing that?” you giggled, teasing him. He giggled back.

“I guess I’m not much of a pro at this.”

“Nah, I think your pro enough.” Finn chuckled as he went back to his booklet as you opened yours to start building. You got the flow after the first several pieces were put into their places. It felt nice and peaceful to keep placing pieces, one after another until something started to form. “You know, this is nice,” you said to Finn. “It’s relaxing and you get to make something.” Finn chuckled in agreement.

“See why I like it so much,” he said back, placing another brown piece onto his pirate ship.

“Yeah, of course. I think it’s good to have something fun to get your mind to relax.” You turned to look at him. He was eyeing you with a small smile.

“You don’t think it’s childish at all?” You shook your head, a little confused by his question.

“No. It’s a you thing and...it’s fun. It’s not that childish. I actually think it’s fun. Why?”

“Some of my...exes thought it was kinda childish...which is why I’ve stopped building them so much.” You nodded. A memory of him saying that he had stopped building with LEGOs for a while popped up into your head. Not with the same excuse this time but he just the idea that he had...stopped. Now, he’s said his reason. The real one and you felt your chest clench in pain. “But when you got me the cool custom one, the one with me in it, for my birthday...it made me so happy. It...showed me you liked me being myself. LEGOs included.” He gave you a smile but you could see that it was a tiny smile. Some of the sadness seeping through his blue eyes.

“Baby...this is a you thing. You like this. There’s no reason why I wouldn’t want you to be yourself and do something you obvious like doing.” His smile grew as he turned away a little. “It’s kinda sucky that you’d have to...give up something you like doing because someone thought it was childish.” You saw him nod slowly. A change of subject was needed. “Also, this would be cool if these were motorized.” You held up the unfinished car. “A little remote control car. Get some more and you can race against others….that’d be cool.”

“That would be really cool,” Finn agreed. “I think they make remote control cars.”

“Ooh, really?” you asked. He nodded, giving you a brighter smile than before.

“Yeah….I can see if I can find you one.” You smiled at the suggestion.

“Now that’d be cool.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He placed a few more pieces on his ship and you continued to build your car. The two of you kept on going in a comfortable silence. It felt nice. It felt like peace. And it felt like home. Ironically enough, the tune to “Lego House” by Ed Sheeran started to play as you sat next to your boyfriend. If he had noticed the song and the irony, he didn’t give it away.

The lyrics made you think and reflect on your relationship with Finn and how ideally perfect for the two of you. He had his things to do in life and you had yours. When the both of you worked together, it just felt nice and relaxing.

It didn’t take you long to finish the car with Finn still having a handful of pieces to place onto the pirate ship. While waiting, you rolled the car back and forth across the table. You grabbed the car and rolled it. Little car noises left your lips as you rolled the car as if it was in a race. Finn giggled.

“Gotta make a pit stop,” you hollered as you rolled the car close to the pit crew. Little shrieking noises left your lips as you attempted to sound like breaks.

“Pit stop!” Finn hollered back. You giggled back. Little whirring noises were next as you changed out the tires for a “fresh set.” Finn reached for his phone, turning the music off. But you paid him no mind as you started to move the car out of the “pit area.”

“And he’s back in the race!” You began routing the car across the table and over to Finn’s, now completed, pirate ship. “Oh no folks, there seems to be an obstacle in the course. It’s a pirate ship!” Finn giggled some before before he took the pirate captain in hand, wielding it in front of your race car.

“Argh,” Finn growled. “We have come for the booty. And we will not leave ‘til we get it.”

“There’s no booty. It’s only a race.”

“Yer land ship shall do instead.” Finn plucked the car from your fingers. You giggled as he sat the minifigure and your car on the table. Finn stood up to stretch and you couldn’t help but watch him as he groaned. He lifted his arms over his head. His shirt riding up a bit to show off a sliver of his lower stomach. You bit your lip as he reached a hand for you. “Wanna finish the rest of this night with a movie, darlin?” he asked. With a smile and a nod, you took his hand as he helped you from the table.

Quickly enough though, you found yourself in his arms, making you giggle. You were carried off to the living room and was settled on the couch, with you in Finn’s lap.

“Anything in particular?” he asked as he grabbed the remote and went to Netflix.

“Nope, whatever is fine,” you answered as he flipped through the movies and TV shows. Finn found one; something sweet and a little romantic to watch, if only just to relax the two of you into sleep. You settled yourself back into Finn’s firm chest, head on his shoulder as you watched the movie. Finn’s hand idly swept across your hip in slow circles, causing you to sigh. The warm peacefulness of this all drawing you into relaxation.

“You know, love...I’ve never built LEGOs with anyone else,” Finn murmured to you. The sudden statement surprised you. It caused your head to turn so you could look into his eyes. “I’ve never let anyone build with me...except for you.” You bit your lip at that, wondering why this was his sudden thought. “I liked it; having you work right next to me, doing something I like with me. I’ve felt more at peace than ever. I’m glad you’re the first one to ever build with me”

“But no one’s ever built with you?” you asked quietly. You drew your hand up to card your fingers through his beard, right under his chin. With a small smile, he shook his head.

“Never. It’s always just been a me thing...to do by myself. No one ever wanted to build with me.”

“Would you want me to keep building with you more?” you asked him. His smile grew as he looked down at you.

“I would like that a lot, actually.” His tongue flicked out to lick his lips and you watched it.

“Alright, then I’ll build with you whenever you want me to,” you murmured as you reached to place a warm kiss to Finn’s lips. He sighed and kissed you back. When you pulled away from him, you both gave each other a smile. You rolled off Finn’s lap to sit beside him, allowing him to lay back into a more comfy position on the couch.

Finn allowed you to settle into his side, kissing your temple one last time as you both got comfy. You smiled.

You like it whenever Finn’s home. For the peace, the ease, the comfort. It was like your own little LEGO house.

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