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Ok, I was listening to Ballad of Lucy Grey, and I love agnst idk if anyone would be intrested in a Grisha verse interpretation where the reader and Kaz were platonic or could be together and then she ends up on Sturmhonds crew and Nikolia. It could also work with Nikolia instead to where he left to go be captain and she didn't go with. I just thought the one line literally says, " You stole, and you gambled." It's so perfect for Kaz being the Barell boss. I could just see the scene.

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What has become of my Hunger Games hyperfixation

One of the bigger projects I've been working on is a oc set before Katniss's games. I wanted to finish the story before posting, I can always change that, but I wanted at least most of it written so I didn't have to rush. I have absolutely fallen in love with this character. Finnick Odair is her love interest and it's a slow burn.

Summary: In the country of Panem, where the Capitol is a society of statues and value, Zephyra must fight to stay afloat in the currency of secrets. The siren was an alias the capitol had crafted for her that allowed her to appease their hunger with her singing. A stereotypical myth of which they did not heed the fables warning. It was the west wind that rippled across the water, stirring the rising storm that would come in a wake of wreckage. She was the Tempest. A hurricane of divine intervention.

Side note: Am I willing to get distracted if Finnick Odair fics are requested ? Yes, yes, I am

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Just a small update

I know I went a little M.I.A  after posting a bunch of stuff but been writing in my absence, just not small stuff. I ended up not liking my Martain story I had going so I lost motivation. I might pick it back up and retry. I just didn’t like what I had. I have some Grish verse stuff in the works. I also abandoned my Benny Watts one shot I had going, but will definitely get back to that.

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Reading The Martian, of course I'm now in love with Mark watney, and there is nothing for this man, so I may be taking it into my own hands. I don't mind doing requests as well. I was also not a totally nerd and listened to Major Tom while reading this because it fit so perfectly, and if it's not in the movie, I'm out.

P.S. I'm sorry for editing this so much. I have short-term memory loss and just can't spell

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So apparently, I'm never leaving my hyper fixation on the grisha verse yet again. I have an oc one shot that I had not planned on writing but loved too much not too keep and will eventually realse it because it's been sitting at already six pages long, I wanted to knock it out. However, ignoring the rabling, I am taking requests for Kaz Brekker slash any crow ideas and Nikolia Lantsvo. School has restarted college is tame as of thus far I will try my best to keep up if y'all want anything.

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Definitely inspired by the Mummy, Tolya deserves more love

The door to the shop rang as Tolya stood where shelves of books lined the wall. The cashier desk with a sign labeled ring for assistance accompanied with a bell. He began to walk around deciphering the layout of the categorized sections. A few aisles down, he came upon a woman with one arm as she stretched beyond her reach, whose leg arched balancing on a wobbling ladder. The other foot barely touched the wood beam as she pressed herself, straining further.

A startled gasp left her lips, her fingers brushed the top, the latter rolled out from beneath, her foot stuck out as far as it could reach. Her eyes widened as hands supported her waist before the pair fell crashing to the floor, the books scattered littering the ground in a mess.

Frazzled hair fell into her eyes, feeling large arms surrounding her figure she jumped, “ Oh, I’m terribly sorry.”

“ Are you alright?” Tolya extended his hand to her, lifting her off the floor.

“ Oh, yes, this is rather typical, not the first of similar occurrences.” She realized she was rambling and paused to look at the man who did not look like the type to be a regular in a bookshop with his katana strapped to his back.

“ You should be more careful.” Tolya observed the book shopkeeper who drew in air to steady herself. She wore a Peter Pan collared shirt and skirt.

The ribbon in her hair hung loose, and she pulled the string untangling the pieces, her chin tilted up, proving herself finishing the bow. “ Well, I’m an independent woman. I like to get things done.”

Tolya easily retrieved items off the top, reaching up the shelf, giving the girl her novel. “ By getting things done, you mean creating more work, right? Is this what you were reaching for?” He looked back at the girl, she cleared her throat, cheeks blushing and under her breath muttered a “ Thank you.”

Later, the woman, while cleaning she saw his tall figure between the allies heading for the register. “ I’ll be there in just a minute!” She called to him rushing to set down the book on her cart, forgetting there were still some littered beneath her feet. She felt her foot get caught stumbling as she made her way behind to the register.

When the bell rang as he exited the shop, she watched him going down the sidewalk past her window, now fully out of view the woman dropped with a groan draping her body against the countertop banging her head on the table, “ Ow.”

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Our favorite privateer prince short skits with a x reader looks innocent could kill you.

The crew had yet to set sail, leaving port getting underway they lingered in casual conversation. 

“ Eyeballs aren’t in there very well. Hit your head, they'll pop right out. I could stick my fingers in there, it’s my go to line of defense.” 

“ Did she make that up?” 

Toyla shook his head, arms crossed leaning against the railing. 

A horrified look haunted his features. “ This is a thing?” He pointed in unfathomable to the new knowledge. “ I thought there was muscle or something that kept them in.”

“ Mmmh, yes, but also not really.” He confirmed. Tamar smirked proudly trying her hardest not to laugh, she turned away in the opposite direction to see the captain's reaction who had snuck up right at the beginning of the profond topic at interest. 

y/n glanced behind her to see Strumhond. “ Remind me to never get on your bad side.” He did not suspect that from her at all.  

This time around, Sturmhond had been requested for a private audience; it was shady business, and the captain brought along his most trusted crew.

The small group individually took their weapons out, and they were all patted down. The bouncer got to the end of the four, y/n held up a finger, the worker paused, waiting as he watched, she dug around, pulling out various sizes of weapons.

Sturmhond was grinning from ear to ear. She reached digging deep in a hidden pocket with the last knife. Toyla stood with his wrist crossed by his side, both twins stoic staring down the security.

As the years go by

There current position addressing a rather rude pirate who thought he held rights over every territory in the sea, a big mouth that wasn’t popular at all. Least to say he felt threatened. The man had started the fight without room for negotiation. 

She stood next to him at his shoulder, letting him deal with the situation without so much as a peep. The twins were annoyed at the entire ordeal ready to end the pirates monologue,that flew past the group's head as he spewed nonsense. It was when the second put her own two scents in with derogatory comments and her pretentious attitude was when she’d had enough.

Her eyes flickered to Sturmhond and back. The twins watched the side eye now sharing their own concerned intuitive conversation. Needless to say the small action did not go unnoticed. When their captain fillinly was able to get a word in he opened his mouth to speak and y/n launched across the threshold.  

Wide eyed, Sturmhond snatched her out of the air, holding the woman around the waist out of reach. “ Hey, hey, hey, come on now.” 

She squirmed and wiggled, pushing against him. The woman stopped moving completely, giving him a death stare. 

He set her back down and she held her hands up in defense. “ Fine, I’m good.” Right before going to walk away she whipped around.

 “ Nope.”  Sturmhond once more caught her swiftly not getting past a second attempt carrying the woman away in one arm. she pouted in defeat. 

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@k-illdarlings​  I saw this prompt and got really excited, it ended up being like three pages by accident. I hope this was close to what you wanted I just went with the vibe.

At the helm of the Humming Bird Strumhund stood with one hand on the wheel steering into the ripplins of crystal blue water. The privateer rarely got lost in thought though when he did it was always of one girl.

Niko she had called him. A nickname that had made him feel special. Made him seen. How he craved for her to repeat the sound which rolled off her tongue over and over again. He craved every ounce of her attention. She had him wrapped around her finger, he didn't even see it coming and hadn't known that all it took was one smile.

The girl had made him feel so full, content. He saw the best in himself when he was with her. When the prince left there was a hollow hole where his heart was. He had to learn to be himself again without her. He wasn’t preforming when he had been with her. He was sure of himself unbashful. He could express himself in a way being a royal never could. She had a particular quality to subside every contradiction the traction that tore him apart.

It wouldn’t have been right to ask her to go with him, off at trade school then to become a privateer. He knew she would have regardless. It was selfish of him to leave without saying goodbye. He had been a coward unable to look her in the eyes, if she had begged him to stay he would have and he couldn’t bear to see tears in her eyes if she cried because it would have been because of him.

He planned to go back, one day with an ambitious plan to take the throne. Then he would see her again, her beams of sunlight warmer than the summer herself. She was his home, the light that guided him. If one person in the world had the power Alina held within her vain he had thought it would have been her. She was his saint he prayed to so he could continue to exist open and free.

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The crows lingered about after a long day of work. The club was still busy with pigeons nearing early hours of the morning. 

The gunslinger nudged the smallest member of the dregs who sat perched on a bar stool. 

" What about you, have a boyfriend? Or lovers doesn't have to be a boy." 

Kaz didn’t care about such trivial things but the young boy was still that one with a crush and he was heavily eavesdropping. 

Kaz couldn’t resist the girl, he was intoxicated by her presence. He forgot himself when he was with her. Dirtyhands was a stage name of a neighborhood barrel boss, while little Kaz Rietveld was a boy enchanted by magic and if he didn't feed Jordie’s ghost then that little boy starts to believe in magic once again. 

The corner of her lip twitched downward, she shrugged a shoulder. " Love isn't really my thing." 

Kaz's stomach did an unfamiliar flip. There was some type of relief in her words, but also betrayal? The anger at being rejected, for himself for allowing that weakness to give him hope.

" What?! With a sweet face like yours, no one could pass you up sunshine."

 Rebellious fire burned in her eyes a glint of annoyance behind them and in her body language. The way she huffed standing stiff. " Why can't a girl exit without a man? I can easily do whatever I want by myself perfectly fine and be happy about it. I prefer it that way." 

It had always been the same answer her whole life. That was until her heart led her astray. Not that their relationship developed truly till the end, something other than friendship. It hadn’t needed to though. 

People always wanted personal information just to have it. The secrets and drama. They never really cared about the answer or listened to what it was. The prying got to her because the ache in her chest blossomed at the thought of a certain blonde haired prince. The question brought up unwanted turmoil. She hadn’t meant to snap, but she had ment the truth. They wouldn’t be asking again that’s for sure. 

" Independent women got it." Jesper eyebrows furrowed in surprise. He tilted his head towards Inej who looked just as stunned, eyes flickered returning the same confusion.

 Kaz stewed silently in the back. If you could believe it the barrel boss had become even scarier. A looming shadow covered his presence. He tried to keep his face impassive. It just turned into a grimace as he brooded in the corner. He projected his emotions into the tension of the air around him. A tangible barricade blocking people from the shield surrounding him.

Needless to say the crows were shocked by her response. The girl loved everyone so fully, expressed herself with genuine authenticity. What they couldn't see was what hid under the light of the moon. The outline of the crescent cast to one side where the truth of all the hurt was hidden, consumed by the slithering shadows reaching at the edge, its endless hunger starving, always craving more.

She squeezed her eyes shut, looking away ashamed at her outburst, attempting to get her heart to stop beating out of its chest and her emotions at bay. Blood rushed to her head pounding in her ears. She was so sensitive she hated it but she couldn’t help the nature of her heart. A permanent frown never left her features, she was no longer in the mood to socialize, wanting to hide away in the comfort of her room.

 It didn't hurt in the suffocating way it used to. The desolation where she drowned in each breath. Her own lungs failing as they squeezed the essence of life leaving her quenching, clawing to be alive. To breathe. 

Though now she felt guilty for not telling them right then. It was her only secret, her home life in Ravka. But they were her family and she trusted them, she didn’t want there to be an award rift between its members. She didn’t want the judgment of their reactions. She wanted to be happy for them because that’s the way they made her feel. Like warm sunshine. It wouldn’t be the same if the crows discovered shadowy depths of her life's history. The complexity of her sentimental heart, a girl who shaped herself in emotions that embodied what made her a spirit of vivacity. You could hide behind a smile and you could endure the pain. 

Nikolai himself had not known. When he left without goodbye it shattered her heart into pieces. She didn’t have anything worth staying for after that. The girl had looked forward to seeing him each day. She started wanting to speed every moment with him. She had been independent before he sauntered into her life. People adored her, they would praise her, tell her how beautiful her smile was and thank her for her time. Of course she had friends, yet no one like Nikolai. The two of them opened up to each other unlike anyone before. Thick as thieves. One day he was there and the next he was gone. A phantom of a dream.

She wondered if she had done something wrong. Offended him? Annoyed him too much? Saints, she was terrified of one of the crows abandoning her because they didn’t want her around anymore. That they would stop loving her the way she did them. 

Nikolia. Her best friend, comfort. Home. Ravka wasn’t her home anymore when she didn’t have him breathing next to her side. The prince was far away. Nothing but a memory of who she was. 

The silver crow sign that hung above the three story gambling club resembled her home.This was her new family. A band of merry thieves that flocked together to save each other from the harshness of life. That willed one another’s hearts to keep beating. The city was truly a cruel and unforgiving place. Stepping foot on the cobbled stone streets was like sucking in raw torment at the source of the souls leaving their bodies, shells of begins that walked the alleyways. Ketterdam was an island of darkness that needed sunlight to survive. People basked in the warmth of the rays reminiscing in its familiar tranquility of safety. Those that called Kerch home, who had been there long enough for their souls to wilt soaked in the pool of her radiance. Ketterdam wouldn't dim her light. The symbiotic relationship gave them a way to ease their hearts they craved off the cold streets. 

Kaz Brekker himself could not escape the light of the sun. How one boy alone managed to rise above and create a kingdom he ruled. He didn’t need to be alone, doesn’t have to be. He kept himself in solitary confinement, where he repeated the same routine because it was safe. It was his default that kept him alive. At least his version of living. she wanted him to feel the sun on his skin again to have something worth living for. 

  It didn’t have to be her, she wasn’t foolish enough to give her heart away twice, not with what it had cost her and especially not with the Bastard of the Barrel. But he was learning for her. For himself, after Pekka Rollins was finished he would be able to heal a wound that should long sense be scabbed over. He wanted to be able to breathe without drowning. The two were both reluctant and or blindly innocent to what was brewing and bound to be confessed with the way the pair threw longing glances at one another, lingering unnecessarily together when they should be working. 

i realllly want to read nikolai lantsov x reader x kaz brekker fic.. can anybody please write about them especially with sunshine reader and nikolai.. then the contrast with emo kaz..

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Pirates of the Caribbean shaped me as a child and still has a choke hold on me to this day. When I saw someone suggest this I had to have it immediately so thank you for letting me write it. I’m so sorry it’s not longer. I really wanted it to be, but it was just sitting because I could not think up more of a plot. I've also been listening to the warrior of the Mind a lot, so I sprinkled that vibe in here to, it gave me big Nikolai vibes I couldn't resist.

“ Captain of Medusa, serpent siren, daughter of the sea. Poseidon fury.” 

She looked at him with raised eyebrows waiting for his list to be finished folding her arms across her chest.  “ Flattery doesn’t work on me.” Flattery did work on her. 

Sturmhond strutted across the doorway to her desk. “ Your reputation precedes you. How would you feel about a proposition?” 

A leg kicked up as she propped her foot one leaning on the desk. “ It depends on the terms of your agreement. What do you have in mind?”

Sturmhond hands glided over the paper he laid out. “A design for a ship, I liked your input, I need a crew and you would be the perfect first mate. I saw your skills.You look at things from all angles, completely neutral, a problem solver and quick at thinking ahead. You ask all the right questions and know where to look.” 

“ I could use someone like you. Your perspective, your opinion. What do you say? We would make a spectacular team with my charm and your intellect.”

“ Well see where it ends.” 

“ Is that a yes?” He looked like a puppy tilting his head towards her in excitement. 

A grin spread across her face with a mischievous twinkle. " You had me at the word improbable. I do like to prove people wrong, it's a hobby of mine."

He clapped his hands together as if sealing the deal.  “Perfect, let’s get started.” 

Present   

Dark clouds shielded any light. The tension was as thick as the humid weather brewing above along the crew who scampered preparing for a fight. The yelling of barked orders was over lost to the ears against the harsh wind. The ship rocked dangerously back and forth even with the squallers keeping them on course. Another ship had been closing in on them. Merging the two, aligning the boats to infiltrate them. 

Alina held a wild look about her as she stared in disbelief. “ You're both insane!” 

“ But it could work.” Mal asked in hesitation. He would take any option that didn't require the sun summoner to be in possession of the Black Heretic. Even if it was suicidal. 

“ You mean it’s Improbable." The captain let his smirk slip across spreading wide, he had faith in the plan of which they didn’t know the full details, cunning fox indeed. 

Sturmhond second looked at the couple. “ It’s our last shot. Do you want to defeat the darling or not?" She had spoken the blunt truth, though the group waited with bated breaths considering the circumstances, holding each other's gaze with a fierce ambition. 

Sturmhond nodded. It was his ship, his call. They would follow his command. The circle dispersed, running off in haste. 

The two crews had merged together fighting tirelessly. She ran about in the chaos of the middle of the battle continually looking over her shoulder to help where she could. But at this moment in the thickest part where grisha had their power she used all the strength she could muster. In full force she charged forward in the swarm of bodies clustered at arms.  

The clouds swirl above in a funnel, a dark mass bursting ripping the sky open. Suddenly she couldn’t see in front of her from the sheets of rain that splattered smacking the deck of the ship.  

“Marry me!” Sturmhond blurted, as his hand gripped the rope netting watching her from where he slashed with his sword. The privater kept track of where she was and the two worked better in tandem fighting side by side. It was a perfected rhythm over the years with one another. 

She ducked as a gunshot whizzed by. “I don’t think now is the best time!” 

He shouted from the ledge,“ We do this together. Forever, me and you!” Then he jumped down to be near. His coat swishing as his feet hit the deck. 

 Wet hair clung to her face, darkening its natural color. Water dripped into her vision, blurring as her eyes sought him. Squinting into the rain she glanced up to see where his most loyal crew held the high ground attending to their aponanite. Against the sound of battle below, she yelled at the heartender who was watching his sister's back in battle carried his blade above them on the bow. 

 “Toyla! Marry us!”  

Normally you could ask the captain of the ship but for obvious reasons they had to improvise. The man who loved romantic gestures of course had his license to be ordained, It was only appropriate. 

“I’m a little busy at the moment!” He grunted from the top of the bow. “ Can’t this wait? On any other occasion this would be very romantic.” 

“ Now!” The couple spun around to face each other once again.

“ Fine, alright.”  Toyla sent a kick to the chest, sending a man flying across the boards. He stood standing over the railing. “ By the power invested in me man and wife will be joined in union until they share wrinkles into the next life.” 

 “Just kiss!” In exasperation he yelled back over his shoulder. Someone had jumped on him from behind, annoyed he easily tossed them behind fast forwarding their proposal to the end.

Through the blurred rain that pealted the deck of the ship she looked at him. His white shirt fused to his skin, the light weight flock see through. The coat whipping in the wind. 

Sturmhond reached for her, drawing her in with a deep kiss. Their lips clashed hungerly. A hand cradled his head as her arm swept scrunched his hair grounding her to him. The other hand had her fingers gripping his jacket collar. Catching air her lips brushed up from his the pair caught their breath, never losing contact, their heads resting to each other chests panting. 

He stroked a piece of her hair away, “When we get back to Ravak we’ll have a proper wedding.”

Breathless she gasped filling her lungs. “ One on the ship is just fine.” 

“ My mother won’t allow that. Nor will Toyla let us continue to breathe without proper vows if he doesn't ordain us.” 

“ Come find me when this is done.” Sturmhond gazed into her eyes as she nodded to him, in one last passionate kiss they stood in the center of the deck. The captain encompassing the women, her back arched dipping, against him, their hands slide brushing the tips of their fingers before parting back into battle.  

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Balancing Act

 Just one of my daily madplitive senrioes.  Inej’s older sister lands herself on strumhund’s ship. From above a dropped a girl dropped form the mass of the ship landing delicately with precision on the boats railing. At the helm Strumhund could only sense her presence because of their routinely timed updates. 

“One of these days you are going to slip, and I’ll have to be the woefully handsome hero and save a damsel distress.” 

Her jaw set, eyes narrowing under the crease of her brow. “I would never fall. You doubt my capabilities?” 

He realized too late he had said the wrong thing. Her anger struck him.  Immediately he started stumbling over his words. “No, that’s not what I meant.” 

“Then what was it?”

For the first time in his life he was left speechless. “I just.” He looked at her searching for an answer, opened and closed his mouth. “I worry.” 

She squared her shoulders, “I wouldn’t. You shouldn’t.” She pushed past him back to her quiet contemplating.

Toyla came from the staircase, “Very smooth captain.” A bright smile snuck along his features as he tried hard to suppress bubbling laughter fighting to burst. 

Tamar peeking from the railing below. Dramatically she reenacted him placing a hand on her heart. “I worry.” Falling she lent into the railing. 

“Are you here to eavesdrop or was there a purpose to bask in my presence?” Sturmhond side eyed the twins. 

“We did have news. But we didn’t want to interrupt your beautiful poetry. If you wanted Captain I could give you scripts to express your love.”

“That will not be necessary.” 

Sturmhond looked back to the empty place where the girl had left. She was so strong, so much stronger than he was and she didn't even know it.

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Solved Puzzles

  Dearest Inej, sweetest, beautiful Inej, who was so true to herself. Who did not falter nor weaver. Someone who knew who she was. Inej wore scars as her reminders of strength, her resilience, and endurance. She wore them as her armor. She was so much stronger than she should have to be.

She knew those truths, her truths. (y/n) She tried, she tried completely, with all the effort in her to be authentic for herself. But she didn’t understand the secrets. What was locked away so tightly that Kaz Brekker’s hands himself could not pick open.

She prided herself on her skills. The way she could find a problem for any solution. That was right in front of her. She could pick out words. The obvious variables everyone else seemed to miss. A confidence for unseen knowledge. People would leave certain of the outcome. Advice they were sure not to follow. 

In her presence the truth was spoken, often such things were kept a mystery sealed tightly for purpose. Perhaps unconsciously? Was that the piece she was missing? The lost puzzle?  The answer no one else could find but her.  

 She always hated puzzles. She could never find the right pieces to fit. She could jam them till they bent, where the cardboard peeled, but it would not slide perfectly into the cut out mold, and then the picture would be left unfinished. A never ending cycle of frustration. 

That is the exact same frustration that was making her want to burst impulsively. Stomp in a childish tantrum. How dare she not be untouchable, to be intuitive, walk blind on the type rope like beautiful Inej who never fell. She did not walk to be blindfolded anymore. She wanted justice for her truths. 

Kaz Brekker loved mysteries. He loved solving the puzzle of it even more. It challenged his mind. He could spend days, hours, going over and over the same piece, just for a single clue. Let him step back while the details fall into place. Each layer was a foundation. You had to look at the big picture.  

The girl in front of him begged for answers. “Tell me Kaz what is really in front of you? What is the last piece to the puzzle everyone else missed?" 

Kaz could see how that darkness has welcomed the innocents of your pain beckoning him to your light. 

She had a way of making people feel special. Her aura was like a moth to a flame. All the dark and lonely souls who came across her would bask in the warmth of her light or be burned by it. She was so frighteningly angelic, with the power to turn her touch into gold. 

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Red is the color of love

Nina catching them in a silly goofy mood 

Her heartbeat fluttered at the sight. Those damn cheekbones. The way his hair fell in front of his eyes. Lucifer be damned, he was a depiction of a sin. She regained a sense of control steadying her breath, this was most definitely an inappropriate time to have such deceiving thoughts. However unholy they may be she would commit the same sin again if it meant she could have him. Sins were meant to be forbidden, perhaps she'll join them in hell. She never did believe in saints. 

Nina had her head tilted towards the girl as her pulse skipped beats and looked up meeting her gaze.Urgently with furrowed brows she dipped closer in confidence.  "Are you kidding me?" 

 Suddenly her thoughts riverbed in her mind pulling her to the present. "What?"

"Tell me you aren't finding this attractive!" Nina whispered harshly. 

"Well don't tell me you're blind because I know you are not." 

"There is something wrong with you." 

The corners of her mouth twitched as she shrugged unfazed. "Everything. Daddy issue is the first one off the top of my head." 

"Are you two done gossiping?"  Kaz had whipped the blood off onto the body. The girl looked in disappointment. 

She was a blessed saint that is a shadow of darkness where pain is her wisdom and her glory shines upon you. The saints did not rage war for they offered her the balance of her swinging sword, its double edge blade between both worlds. The greatest error of innocence the saints had made was that there was more than one devil, and that she could play the part of a fallen angel. 

Blood streamed from her arms down to her hands dripping onto the floor. She stood her hair patched in sticky bright red. She reached up to her face and a finger drew across her lip smearing blood, the metallic taste reached her tongue. Kaz watched her ember eye’s gleaming in the edges of her lips twisting up into a smirk of victory. Kaz could not tear his eyes away at the saint who had saved them. 

Nina wide eyed, paused discreetly reading the pair before her. Oh, you have got to be kidding. Brekker’s heartbeat was fluttering, practically slowed to an agonizing pulse as the boy stood unmoving watching her.

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Benny Watts short skit

Benny, who had been in a zone analyzing the chess board, glazed up for a moment of dismay, his eyes following Cordelia who appeared in the archway of his room had stolen his dark brown leather trench coat. 

 “I see why you wear this. You should flourish the back more. You know, exaggerate it a bit and fan it out. This is an aesthetic.”  

Cordelia impersonated the old tv show cowboys walking with bowed legs, She strutted heel to toe using both hands in place of a fake gun, stomping around as if she wore big clunky boots. 

“You know what else you should get? A gun holster to go with. It would complete the outfit.”

He got up folding his arms. “I already have a knife. The holster takes away and doesn’t add anything, It’s not the same. It will look ridiculous with the whole outfit.”

Cordelia's face dropped into deadpan. she looked at him dumbfounded, “You literally wear a cowboy hat!” 

Benny pointed a finger at her, “Eh, but it doesn’t look stupid does it?”

“It makes you look like a dork actually, but you wear it with confidence.” She smirked.

Their proximity slowly closed in standing chest to chest. Benny placed a finger beneath her chin tilting her head to look up at him. “Well unlike you most women find it attractive. I happen to get lots of attention from it.” 

She loved to turn the tables. Cordelia gazed up at Benny slyly. “How stupid would this look with no clothes on?”  

Author’s note : Let me know if you want a part two 

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Taking Benny Watts' request, I have a few I'm writing I might relase as a whole story or as one shots haven't decided.

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Mini prompt vampire Dairies

The tension grew as the couple gazed into each other's eyes stretching to stand taller than each other. 

"Bite me." The girl dared arms crossing.

Damon leaned closer, the pair practically nose to nose, "Kiss my ass." 

The woman narrowed her eyes. "Bite me." 

Stephen appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. A tilt to his waiting in apprehension. "Do I want to know whatever is it, I'm interrupting in here?"

"Damon stole my last cookie." She started refusing to break eye contact with the perpetrator. 

 "I did not!" 

She pointed a finger at him, "You did, you vampire thief!" 

"Stephan tell him that's a crime for getting a stake in the heart!" 

“Ok,”  The younger Salvatore put his hands up in defense.  “You know what, don't involve me in this.”

[delusionalgirlwritingfanfic]

Witcher prompts

# 1

"I vote for pajama day." 

With raised eyebrows the white haired Witcher grunted, "We aren't going monster hunting in pajamas." 

"I don't see why not, it's much more comfortable and has room for fighting in." She gave her best serious face attempting to reason with him.

He sighed, "I'd have to disagree armor is more protection, also you're less likely to get stabbed in it. 

“And after, your nightgowns are ruined in monster guts, what will you wear at night?" 

"I could wear nothing," A sum smirk creeped at the corners of her lips. 

They reached the bard ahead. "Why is she pouting?" He inquired as the pair joined for breakfast. 

"I wouldn't let her wear pajamas to a monster fight." The Witcher grunted.

The bard snorted and patted the girl on the back as the trio made their way into the tavern. 

#2

Traveling upon a long forgotten road, appeared, suddenly an archway covered in by a thicket with overgrown vines stretching across, the women in front ducked under beckoning her companies. Jaskier sent Geralt a curious glance looking up to see a towering gate that had been hidden behind. Jaisker watched as she waved her arms, the gates opened and they entered the vast property. 

Side by side on stone, sat muscular creatures almost dog-like with massive build statures. As Jaisker approached he jumped, skeptical, almost as if he felt the creature's warm breath. He hurried to catch up. The girl looked back with a knowing smirk.

They stopped at the steps of the fairytale-like castle, and the woman flourished her arm. “Without further ado my humble home.”

Jaisker stared in disbelief, head tilted. 

“Ah,” The man closed his mouth quickly, glancing at Geralt for confirmation. 

“But, this is a castle!” He waved his arms. “This whole thing is yours?!” 

She nodded her head. “Just you?” His eyebrows furred. 

Suddenly the ground rumbled violently, Jaisker looked up in panic, tripping just barely getting by as a large beast plowed past him. 

The girl animatedly rubbed his tummy as the creature rolled over and tumbled, knocking her about. The creature passed the girl's height.

“Were you good boys? Aaaw, of course you were perfect, always doing a good job protecting your home. Who’s a good boy!” 

Jaisker double takes for the second time, looking back at the blank stone petit stole. “That is definitely not a dog!” 

The girl’s lips pursed, “Their Hellhounds, they’re pretty much just big dogs.” 

 She scratched them behind the ear. “You’re just a big sweetie, aren’t you? Yes, you are!”

“I’m sure dogs aren’t the same size as a horse and have glowing eyes!”

 He turned to Geralt, “I see now, why she likes you.” The Witcher gave him his classic pointed look. 

"where did they even come from? How do you get them to stay?" 

"You forget that I can control monsters?"

[delusionalgirlwritingfanfic]

Fairy tail wedding

Dream The Endless 

Royal weddings as we know are a big to do. An Endless wedding, you can imagine the uproar, the chaos of whispering the word alone. Dream and (Y/n) were set to say I love you and be content with their vows. They knew however that was an impossible subject to even dwell upon. Such a day would be the extravaganza of a lifetime, an Endless getting married. 

The proposal was well past due. It had become day to day gossip among the citizens of land. Hope. A dream. The kingdom had been begging relentlessly, pushing the Lord of the Realm to his limit. No matter whom he spoke to, the question would be thrown into every casual conversation without fale. His siblings had to join in teasing him. Which he did not find the least bit comforting. 

Of course Morpheus had nothing to worry over. The couple have been on the same page since the day of their first encounter. They were truly a match made in Heaven. Together the pair had decided with the rebuilding of the kingdom that it would be a hopeful and celebratory ceremony representing a transformation into an era of new beginnings. 

The day had come at last, the castle waking in the early morning, the question lies if it ever slept, you could feel the anticipation like static striking you as you breathed, it made your chest tighten. The entirety of the day was spent preparing as the staff frantically ran about, making you more anxious. 

You knew there was logically nothing to fret over and you did try to push it feeling down, however you were an over-thinker and every scenario or thought to exist crossed your mind a car came and ran it back over. Then revered and ran it over again. Any distraction would be a blessing by this point. That would be if it even worked. 

For as of right now,  You could only watch as they talked animatedly. Not a sentence spoken aloud by the girls assisting you get prepared registered through your head. They chatted, asked for stories about you and Morpheus, gushing over how you’ll look in your dress. You couldn’t catch a breath, suddenly it felt like you were going to have a heart attack. It hurts so much to breathe. Your family had even come to the dreaming having learned of the true form of Morpheus, it only caused you more stress, them being here. Your stomach was in utter turmoil. Not just your family but the Endless as well. Who you’ve only met at least once each, To their dismay and in spite of that managing to charm each sibling. But they were daunting to be around. Jesus Christ this was a horrible idea. 

Nothing was calming you down, you tried counting random numbers and listing the colors in the makeup palette the girl was using, you attempted not to move for their benefit of messing them up but you could not just sit still a single moment longer as you sat there ringing your hand together nervously. You didn’t want to make a scene, and definitely didn’t want them to gossip about you. So the next best option. 

“I need to use the restroom.” she blurted, rushing to the bathroom she slammed the door. Leaned her head against it, taking a shakily breath.

In another room of the castle black wings fluttered in apprehension as the raven hopped tilting his head from side to side. Dream the Endless paced, tousled hair growing to far more outrageous from his state of distress. 

“Boss?” Mathew cawed, “Something the matter? Anything you wanna share with your friend, the trusty Raven?” 

“No, not now Matthew, I don't want to be bothered.” He glanced at the bird. “I wish to be left alone.” 

His companion ignored him, hopping closer. “Ya great, I’ll watch you lose it, stressing over nothing, today is gonna go perfect boss.”

 “It’s not today I’m worried about.”

Caw,  “Ok this is good, keep going.”

 “As you may know my prior relationships have a reputation for not having happy endings.” He took a breath hesitating. 

"To be truthful with you I’m frightened she’ll stop loving me, she'll leave. Or that I won't be good enough for her. I want to be a good husband for her."

"She is more than I could have ever asked for and to be a part of the dreaming. It’s as if she was made to be a creature to rule the realm.” 

“I think if she wanted to leave that she wouldn’t have accepted your proposal, that she wouldn’t have decided to work in the realm at all sir. And I never got to experienced love when I was human but I can say I have watched the two of you grow in love together and the way you look at her trust me it’s true love.”

He eyes softened touched by his friend, “Thank you Matthew.” 

~

Pressing hands against the counter, trying to steady her breath she closed her eyes, holding one in slowly letting out the next.

 “Everything is fine, everything is going as planned, it’s only in your head.” she spoke to herself. At this point her hands shook, letting out another uneasy breath. 

One of the girls knocked. “I’ll be out in a minute!” she called back. 

She held a hand to her stomach, another breath in, but this time everything was crashing against her and the tears were falling freely, Silently. She just needed to get her breath back. Control. Over herself. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to marry Morpheus, shit just everything about this situation was utterly overwhelming. Was she insane, a mortal human girl marrying the lord of the dreaming. It doesn’t sound real. Maybe she was dreaming and she’d wake up. 

Ok maybe she was having second thoughts. But it's normal to be nervous. Right? No she wasn’t having second thoughts…..

She did not have a comprehension of time when a second knock came from the door. “One more minute please.” 

“It’s Lucienne Ma'am,” shit, shit, they called reinforcements. 

“I’m fine really. I’ll be right out in a jiff."  

 Lucienne sighed on the other side of the door, “I believe I know you well enough to tell when you're lying to me. May I come in?”

Hesitant the young woman stretched her arm opening the door inwards revealing the girl sitting with her elbows restated on her knees and hands on her hand, brushing her hair back anxiously.

“Oh, dear.” Lucienne sighed. “I think I might know what the matter is.”

“I’m ok, really.”

"I haven't had an opportunity to take a moment to myself today. It's hitting all at once." Lucienne gave her a pointed look.

"No, I mean yes, I'm fine, nothing else is wrong." There was a pause as the woman scrunched her face glancing away from the librarian. "Gash, I hate it when you look at me like that." 

 Lucienne smiled triumphantly.

"Fine. Okay. I'm freaking the fuck out, because in about 3 hours I'm about getting married in front of the Endless! And becoming queen! And that is just a little bit intimidating for someone who is a small mortal who knows nothing."

 The woman huffed, blowing a strand of stray hair. “Ok, I needed to get that out.” 

Lucienne held her hands, "You've always dreamed of this world as a mortal. You are meant to live for dreaming to be a part of us. Now it has come to life, there will be no better queen who could rule for us."

She stretched her hands out letting go of the anxious energy, her posture straightened, and the to-be queen squared her shoulders with a single nod of her head.

The women glanced behind her, "Lucienne, thank you,"

After the small hitch the rest of the day carried on without commotion and while she hadn’t any aspirations for such a commotion that in her opinion was a simple ceremony, the outcome was enchanting. The dedicated which was poured from each soul’s creation coming as one simply because they wholeheartedly idolized this moment.  

Before her eyes she saw dazzling lights, twinkling, vines that twisted on top chairs and lined the outside of the aisle. At the altar the most angelic arch trellis anyone has ever seen. It was positively living in a fairytale. A dream came true.    

Their vows had been short but sweet and when the couple was asked to kiss the air was like magic, a spark, touching the insides, it warmed the hearts, the alluring feeling of this charming scene. 

Now that the reception has started the king and queen were announced to the floor, the guest gathered around to watch. 

She grinned at him. "I didn't think you danced." He lifted her hands. Soft and perfect, they fit in his. He steped into an elegant twirl, "It's nice."

Morpheus smiled for a second time that day. "Only for special occasions. And only for you."

"I could get used to that." He made a contempt noise moving the girl in his arms into a grateful dip, he tentatively lifted her chin cupping her face with his hands he finished the dance with a kiss.