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troublesometrollhunters · 3 years

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Imagine being pregnant in TrollMarket

~ You were one of Jims teachers. Recently pregnant and left alone to raise the baby you moved to Arcadia for a fresh start. However monsters and mayem were not on the pregnancy itinerary and now you've stumbled into a whole world of trouble that doesn't involve your pregnancy problems.

~ Jim swears to you as long as he's Trollhunter no harm will come to you or your baby and he's so sorry that you got caught up in this mess. However your quick to forgive and soon the Trollhunter team becomes your family, the kids becoming your own children in a way.

~ Jim is quick to cook you anything you want. If you have a weird pregnancy craving he'll make whatever you want. Pickled pears? Got it! Something super sweet? Of course. Something really spicy? Sure. Icecream? He'll get the machine and make you some! He loves cooking for you and is glad he can help outside of trollhunting.

~ Toby throughout the entire process becomes your hype man. Becoming pregnant can be hard on your body and how you see yourself. Especially since the hormones make everything seem like a big deal. Sometimes the weight is upsetting or you feel fat and like a slob other times your so tired but feel lazy for taking a nap. He's there to tell you your amazing and beautiful and you should always feel that way because it's true. Self care is key and he's determined to make sure your taken care of the whole pregnancy.

~ Claires an expert in pregnancies because of her baby brother. She helps you make a list of things you should get for the upcoming baby and enjoys maternity shopping with you. You may be a pregnant lady but that doesn't mean you should be forced to live in sweatpants for nine months. She also helps you pick out cute baby clothes and toys for the nursery.

~ Poor Blinky in his excitement mixes up troll customs with human ones and creates weird hybrid things that don't actually exist and defiently don't help the pregnancy.

~ The kids and trolls keep up on absolutely everything. You're very well taken care of the whole pregnancy. Jim makes sure your eating. Toby makes sure you take care of yourself. And Claire helps you with house stuff when you need it. Draal, Blinky, and Aarrrgh also get very involved. They want to hear about your doctor appointments and see all the sonograms and ultrasounds. (Good luck getting their hands off you when the baby begins kicking)

~ You never got a baby shower so the troll team surprises you. Claire organizes the party, Jim handles the cake and food, meanwhile Toby invites all your friends and decorates. You get gifts from trolls, people, and even changelings. Strickler didn't come but he sent an expensive gift and a nice card.

~ You don't think much of it as it's a busy fun day full of gifts, laughter, games, and love. When the parties over they have one last surprise for you. Taking you upstairs the kids are excited to show you a recently decorated nursey!

~ Blinky had painted the walls of the room to look like an enchanted forest. There was elegant trees with birds and critters and flowers full of bees and butterflies. Soft green carpet laid on the floor and you nearly cried as you looked around. Draal had built you a beautiful crib of wood with little pieces of heart stone hanging off of it. And Aarrrgh smiled as he'd put in some shelves and arranged toys. Stepping further into the room taking it in, the crib was full of fluffy pillows and soft blankets. All of them were fantasy themed with pixies or tales of fae. Hand made dolls of the trolls were in a toy bin and plushies of goblins and other creatures were placed around the room. There was a gorgoues rocking chair in the corner and next to it a shelf full of young troll books and childrens toys. There was also a wooden changing station with soft pillows for your baby that held all the supplies you needed to clean and change them. You cry telling them this is the best gift ever.

~ Bular found you by accident. About half way through your second term Goblins were chasing the trollhunting team and out of options they hid at your house since you were the closest. The U.V lights you installed made the goblins flee and you thought that was the end of that until a changeling tried to break into your home a couple days later.

~ The team decides Trollmarket was the safest place for you. Staying in Trollmarket until the baby comes and you can safely move everyone is excited. Trolls may not love humans but the fact that your carrying a life inside of you is seen as a glorious thing. Trollmarket would never turn a pregnant person away even if they are a human. You get an influx of gifts from trolls around the market and they all make a point to smile and wave whenever they see you, something they didn't do before.

~ If your feet ever become sore, don't worry about it. In human standards you may be big but in troll ones your small. Blinky, Aarrrgh, Draal they'll carry you if they see you struggling. It's also a troll instinct to want to feed anything that's tiny so be prepared for trolls constantly offering you strange things to eat because they think you should be bigger for the baby. Gifts are a common occurrence as you live with Blinky. Weapons. Troll toys. Books. You also receive a lot of interesting letters.

~ Blinky tells the babies stories every night before you got to bed. He reads human fairy tales but also tells troll lore excited. Aarrrgh snuggles next to you and wherever the baby kicks he laughs. You always go to bed warm and happy as your baby rests soundly in your stomach.

~ Draal gets very protective of you when you locate to Trollmarket. He was protective before but after the attack he's now a guard dog, constantly by your side unless the team really needs him. When the baby starts kicking he's nervous to touch your belly at first. He'd seen the others do it and he wanted to as well. Taking his hand you gently put it your stomach and his eyes widen as he feels a strong kick against it.

"They're a warrior!" He states excited and you chuckle. With who they'd be raised with you had no doubt they'd be a warrior.

~ Aarrrgh is very cuddly the entire pregnancy. He wants the baby to be warm and safe so he often curls up around you when you take naps. He's often nuzzling your baby bump and asking questions. Human pregnancies and troll ones are very different and sometimes he gets confused but he does his best.

~ Blinky reads way to many books that Claire brings over about babies. Now he thinks he's an expert on all things baby related. The entire pregnancy he gives ludicrous advice thinking it'll help the pregnancy and the baby. It's sweet but he becomes a bit overbearing and the kids sometimes have to intervene.

~ Vendel gets annoyed when the others have to leave and he's stuck with you. But as you waddle around the Heartstone complaining about sore feet and back pains he pauses. He leads you somewhere to sit down. He gives you a chunk of heartstone to hold and wraps you in blankets so your warm. Wandering away he comes back with tea for the both of you and starts a pleasant chat.

~ You've wandered into a dangerous world and your worried about your baby, about the kids. They shouldn't be alone... They shouldn't be taking care of you, your the adult! Vendel notices the sad way you say alone and care. He sees your lip tremble and it hits him your scared. He softly asks you if your afraid to be alone, if your afraid you won't get the care you need. Your hands instinctively touch the baby bump and your thoughts wander to the father who'd walked out on you. You nod feeling tears in your eyes and he gently puts his head to yours humming something soft and soothing.

"You are not alone here and you will be cared for here."

You begin sobbing relieved as he rubs your back. No you suppose you had nothing to worry about.

~ Vendel knows a lot about human pregnancies thanks to asking you and doing some light research. Blinky likes to challenge the old man about it and they often bicker about what's good and not good for you and the baby. It can be quit entertaining if not alarming.

~ Vendel gives you potions for morning sickness so you no longer puke when you wake up and he gives you tea to sooth your aching muscles. He gifts you a heartstone necklace so that peace may always be with you as you carry the baby.

~ Your in Blinkies library one day. The kids are out patrolling and your enjoying a nice night when suddenly your soaked. At first you assume you peed yourself and are a tad emabrassed but you know Blinky will understand. Calling him in for some assistance he pauses seeing you and that's when the contractions start. You didn't pee, your water just broke.

~ Going to a hospital may take too long and getting out of the canal was too dangerous at this point. You're very carefully picked up by Aarrrgh before your rushed to the heartstone. Someone had ran ahead so Vendel was getting ready as you were brought in.

~ There are soft blankets to lay on and your put on a Heartstone slab which eases the pain of labor. Trolls excitedly wait outside of the heartstone for the baby to come. Hours pass and although your sweaty and exhausted you can't help but smile as your baby is placed in your arms.

~ The kids run in along with Draal and they stare at you holding your newborn. You're covered in blankets and sweaty but you couldn't be happier as you stare at your baby. They're swaddled in a soft furry blanket holding a chunk of heartstone with wide eyes. They look around and you smile.

"Hi... Hi... I'm your mama..." You mumble holding them close. "This is your family..."

~ Vendel takes the baby to check on them and you sleep after the draining expeirnce when you wake you smile holding your child close. Vendel was the official grandpa and you'd named Aarrrgh and Blinky the godfathers of the child. You said the kids could be sisters and brothers if they wanted and you told Draal he was an uncle. They were all very excited.

~ You give your baby a human name and a Trollish one. One you'd use in the human one and one you'd use in TrollMarket. Holding them close and looking at your family you smile. You wouldn't have it any other way.

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blooberrywizard · 4 years

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Der Katzenprinz

The full story and scene transcript for my fellow critters!

[Jester knocks on Calebs door]

Caleb: Ja?

Jester: Um, could you... could you cast tongues on me? *Flustered* I mean you know the spell where you can make me understand languages or whatever?

Caleb: Ja, I could do that

Jester: I just want to read the book, Caleb

Caleb: You want to read it yourself?

Jester: Well... I mean...

Caleb: I could read it to you if you want?

Jester: *Awkward* Okay. It could take awhile.

Caleb: Are we talking about uh, prince and cat?

Jester: Yeah the cute cat with the hat!

[Caleb brings Jester into his room and they settle on the couch]

Jester: Well this is a boring room Caleb. You really decked everyone else out

Caleb: Well it took a lot of effort for you all so no time for me

Jester: Aw

Caleb: Okay so, this is meant for children

Jester: Okay

Caleb: My mother read it to me when I was very little. Uh it's called The Cat Prince.

Jester: The Cat Prince. Okay

Caleb: Uh, okay

[Story Begins]

Once upon a time in a little house on the edge of a great wide wood lived a young boy with his mother. The poor boy was sick and spent much of his days in bed watching the days pass by from a little window in his room. The boy's mother loved him very much but as it was just the two of them and the boy was ill of health and frail of form, everyday she had to make the journey to town where she worked in the kitchens of the local lord. While she was gone the boy would mind the house, read one of their precious few books, and observe the bees and the trees [Caleb: Oh that rhymes when I translate it. Jester: *giggles*] and the birds in their flight as he spent the greater part of time resting in bed. The boy knew his mother loved him and her time away was all for his sake and he was grateful to her and loved her in return but it was a lonely life spending his days rereading some of the same books or talking to the air in their little home on the woods edge.

One day [Liam explains it's all illustrated and how Jester is next to him on the couch so he can show her the pictures] as the boy sat in bed looking out at the fields that lay between his home and the woods he noticed a cat making its way out of the forest. [Caleb: It's been a long time since I've read this] It was not long the boy realized clearly making its way towards his home was no ordinary cat for upon his head he wore a little top hat. And if that were not strange enough on it's own as the cat pattered up beneath the boy's window he stood, doffed his cap, took a bow and said,

"Greetings young master! You look as if you could use a bit of dancing!"

The boy stunned by these words from the dapper little cat could scarcely find his voice.

"Oh no, Sir," Said the boy, "I don't know how to dance. Nor am I made for it."

"Nonsense," Said the cat, "Why anyone can dance if only they look to. Come out of doors and let me show you."

And as he spoke the cat dawned his hat and began to turn in circles and dance. [Caleb: And he's dancing on the page] The boy was curious but said,

"Good Sir cat, I am afraid I am ill! My lungs are too weak and my bones are too frail!"

"Oooh maybe they are and maybe they aren't," The cat replied, "But either way you do not want to languish one more day in bed while watching the world go by, do you? Come take a walk with me through the fields and I will show you how to dance."

Overcoming his doubts the boy managed to climb down from his window and walk a few steps closer. This was no ordinary cat and no ordinary day and though he felt unsure his heart did leap a little and he began to follow the marvelous little cat through the grass. Slowly at first but with more vigor as they crossed the fields and eventually he found himself stepping under the shade of the woods for the first time in a great many years.

All the while the cat frolics and capered as they wound their way deeper into the wood and eventually the boy found himself stepping into a ring of trees. The cat whirling about his hat in hand, the furry little dancer twirled around the boy laughing and calling while the boy watched, his mouth agape. And then quick as a flash the cat brought his top hat down right atop the boy's head who was very suddenly plunged into darkness.

[Jester: Is this going to be a sad story Caleb? Caleb: *Grins and turns the page*]

But only a moment because all about him, shining in the dark, he saw the glow of hundreds of eyes. Feline eyes glimmering in the dark. Suddenly about him lanterns flared to life and the boy saw he was no longer in the wood at all. Here he saw a grand ballroom festively decorated and and filled to the brim with cats. Big cats, small ones, old cats, young ones. Cats of every breed and color and in the center of the great hall upon a stage stood the boy's feline guide. Only now he was dressed in very fine robes and upon his head sat a thin golden crown of wrought golden leaves.

[Jester: He's a prince! Caleb: Which is illustrated right there. Beautiful little cat. Well worn pages.]

The boy stood in wonder and amazement as the great host of cats bowed to their prince and then in turn bowed to him.

"The world of men is heavy and hard," The princely cat proclaimed, "But here across the veil we move with lighter step. Dance with us child and forget your troubles for a spell."

All at once scores of cats closed in around the boy purring and turning about his legs as thick as the sea. And as they moved so too did the boys feet. He swirled amongst them like a cork on the water and before he knew it the boy was dancing. Dancing and dancing as he never imagined he could. And his breath much to his surprise was hearty and hale. He found he no longer felt ill in the least. Hours passed and he and all the cats danced without end and the prince of cats more than all of them. After a long while the boy suddenly remembered his mother and immediately feared she would worry. He stopped in the middle of the great hall and called out to the prince of cats,

"Forgive me, Sir cat, but I can no longer stay! My mother will worry! I have to return!"

All the cats parted before him and the prince approached the boy.

"Are you sure, boy? You could stay and dance for us for as long as you wish. For ever and ever and ever."

"I cannot," The boy replied, "My mother has only me and I would no leave her alone. Forgive me."

The prince of cats looked on the boy with a sympathetic eye,

"Not at all, young one. Fear not a wit. You do your mother credit."

And with that the prince of cats stepped closer.

"Do not look so crestfallen. Take our cat's grace with you. You can always dance if the will is there."

And from behind his back he brought out his top hat again and pulled it over the boys eyes and once again all was dark.

[*Caleb dramatically flips the page making Jester laugh*]

Sometime later the boy stirred and his eyes fluttered open. He looked about and discovered he had been asleep in the wood and the sun now dappled his face through the trees. Next he noticed a thread bare patched top hat lying in the soft grass beside him. He gingerly picked it up and stood within the same circle of trees. As he did so he took a deep breath and smelled the earth and the forest and as he did he realized his breath was strong and his legs hearty.

"Danke," He said.

As he looked down at the hat in his hands and placing it upon his head he smiled, kicked up his heels, and quietly started to dance his way all the way back home.

The End.

[End of story]

Jester: That was a happy story Caleb!

Caleb: *Nods* That's why my mother read it to me

Jester: I really felt like the cat prince was going to trap him in there forever and then he wouldn't be able to go see his mom again

Caleb: Well a lot of Zemnian stories do end that way, it is true.

Jester: The cat prince kinda reminds me of The Traveler!

Caleb: That's true isn't it?

Jester: Ya.. wow

Caleb: A little dicey but very likeable

Jester: *Laughs* Good in the end, ya know?

Caleb: Ja... ja

Jester: That was a really good story

Caleb: I am happy that I could share it with you

Jester: Me too. Thank you

Caleb: Mmhm

Jester: Can I have it back?

Caleb: Oh ja, it is your copy. It will vanish when you leave here though but it is yours

Jester: *Stares at the book, running her thumb over it before hugging it to her chest* Thank you

Caleb: *Nods and quietly says 'Ja'*

Jester: Alright goodnight, Caleb

Caleb: Ja goodnight.... Guten nacht...

Jester: *Giggles*

#critical role #critical role spoilers #episode 115 #c2e115 #caleb widogast #jester lavorre #widojest #forgive me if there are errors its 5 am here and I was listening at half speed to get it all down lol #This isn't fanfic I swear #it actually happened #it just sounds like it's right out of one #god bless Liam and Laura for this

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gukptune · 4 years

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Pairing: jimin x reader, member x reader

Genre: angel!au, angel!jimin, angelhunter!reader, fallen angel!member, unrequited love?

Warnings: explicit language, gore, unhealthy sibling relationship, funny business, loads of sexual tension, eventual smut

Summary: only once in a blue moon do an angels fall from the skies, to the luck of a young angel hunter an angel fell right into her hands.

Words: 6.6k+

Note: This has been in the works for the longest time!!! This is a multiple members x reader, but the second member is revealed in the story! I’ll add them to the tags a few days after the release, spoilerss. I hope you guys will like it, it’s very original (i hope).

The crunching of snow, crumbling at the heel of your shoes. The pure white earth blending with the light blue sky of the early morning, the only sign of ground being that of the overgrown Oak trees, bare of leaves with only some stringy twigs remaining. With the occasional cuties running across the ground and little furry creatures, lightening your mood by the minute.

The crisp wind slicing the bare skin of your cheeks. Your fingertips tightening around the leather wrap of the basket in your hand.

Skipping over the protruding roots of the Oaks, you make your way towards the far creek, far enough for your heels to start aching. The wisps of your hair brushing past your cheeks in strange patterns, as if it was getting rougher. Giving you a sense of unease. You faced the direction of which the wind originated letting the air rush past your ears as you watched the obscurity in the distance.

It looked like nothing special to the usual eye, but you weren’t usual. If you were just anyone else, you’d just assume it was some bird flying in a strange circle and you would have gone about your day. A sinking feeling maybe had found itself within you, was it really that time again?

Instantly, you forgot about the basket and your search for the pollen, it wasn’t as important now that you’ve seen that.

You ran like your life depended on it back towards Hearth. As soon as you reached the gates your fellow mates faces twisted with confusion at the usually calm collected girl running like a crazed witch ablaze.

“Brother! Brother!�� You yelled, as you reached the castle’s courtyard, hoping to get a sense of his direction. Within an instant one of the hunters raised his finger in the right direction. You thanked him quickly running into the left wing, he must be in the library.

Blasting the damned door open, you scurried about. Whipping your head around, you finally see the spot in which his dark hair illuminated by the large window. He’s completely covered in thick fur, making your nose flare but you couldn’t think too much of it now. Your tapping heels quivered his ears enough to make him expect your arrival but the look on his face changed when he sees how distressed you looked.

“What happened—”

“I saw one, it fell in Ivory Orchard—well not really. I was near it and it was falling east from the direction of Hallow Creek,” You spit out, catching your breath with your hands on your knees bracing yourself.

Your brother’s eyebrows cocked, “Are you sure?

“Yes! I’m sure, Taehyung—you know it was suppose to happen weeks ago, it’s here now,” You told him.

The look on his face was doubt and worry, of course, you had just given him hope for the season. It had been slow and well, it was about time. You’ve all been lacking in game.

“I’ll get the Guild out,” Taehyung got up, dropping his book on his seat as he pushes past you without a glance.

You were fuming, knowing damn well what he meant, “The Guild?”

“Yes, if you saw one there’s always bound to be more than one,” He responds, marching towards the main hall with you trailing behind him.

He was walking fast, and you were walking even faster than him. Managing to get in front of him you scoffed, “I found it.”

“Doesn’t fucking matter if you’ve seen him, y/n, only matters when you catch one,” His eyes burned into yours.

Grunting you made your way past him, “So I’ll go fucking get it.”

Before you could get far, he roughly grabbed you, pulling you back, “You’ve never caught one, shit, you’ve never even fucking seen one up close Y/n. Don’t get your hopes up.”

“Neither have you.” Friendly rivalry wasn’t something that ran in your family, it was rather brutal. You all wanted to be the epitome, the best. Never given the chance yet now was that time.

You didn’t understand his anger, you gave him information, if there were many why would he be worried that he wouldn’t have the kill.

“Y/n, look at yourself. You’re kidding yourself if you think you’d actually kill one of them.”

“Look at you, we both know I’m more hunter than you are—Father’s said it, Mother’s too fucking nice to tell you the truth,” You spat.

Reality was hard on him, you know that. Since childhood you’ve excelled past him. It was humiliating, you knew it. Whilst you were praised for your talents, Taehyung was considered a waste. You were twins, they considered you the blessed twin thinking that you excelled past many because you got all your Father’s talent leaving none for your twin, making him the lesser.

Your parents never treated you guys differently, but neither was your father a liar. He was honest, to the point, wouldn’t bullshit whatsoever, whenever Taehyung would slack, he’d get in trouble. You never thought Taehyung would ever grow into a hunter, you never thought he wanted to be one. You two used to share a bedroom where he’d constantly be reading, dreaming and drawing. He’d follow you on herb hunts to merely draw the flowers, he was strong, physically but he couldn’t stand the sight of blood.

During your physical maturity he passed out seeing the red stains on your bedsheets, he also cried thinking you were going to die. You were close, as close as any twin could be until he could finally understand the stares and murmurs he’d get about being the lesser twin. It was then, when you were both sixteen when he broke away finding his own group of friends and leaving you alone. You didn’t seek friendship, neither did you try.

Your brother became his own person, of course many would still talk when you needed to stand together side by side with your Father but otherwise, he was his own man. A man many women lusted for and well, had. He became a true man-whore. Picking women like they were toys he could discard, one of the reasons why you preferred being away from him. That and his disgusting friends, none of which were worthy enough to be called hunters.

He kept his mouth shut, his eyes dropping towards your shaking hands. You knew he can’t stand in your way. Pushing past him you rushed to your bedroom to ready up. Gathering all the gear you’d need, gathering your thoughts for the first time—a lifetime of training to finally kill—

An angel.

The long day had drained into a long night, teams of what few hunters existed unearthed the area. Ripping apart the little greenery and even threatening the villagers around. You rolled your eyes at their attempt, of course the people around here despised your kind—mostly out of fear and hatred.

Hunters, they should be grateful. The kingdom does nothing to protect them, only the Hunters do the dirty work, getting paid little for it, leading Hunters like yourself to sell your catch to others that would pay a high price for it. Including, alchemists who’d used the parts for their craft, or wealthy nobles who’d consumed them for holistic beliefs. Or if desperate you’d even trade them to witches.

Of course, many hunters lurked for different hunts, you were the most daring kind. Angel Hunters, hunting the feathered that fell from the sky during a blue moon. They’d all fall the same time and scatter around the world for safety, their safety whilst causing chaos to your world. They’re of high priority to the royals and rich, they love to hang their precious wings on their walls for status. Getting their asses kissed by those that desire to be them as they gloat about their hunt, eluding the fact that you, angel hunters like you, get drenched in blood getting those pretty wings for them.

As much as you hated angels, you hated those people way more.

The snow had started to level, stomped on by your people. You had lost hope at this point, you weren’t going to get that angel, over the hill you could see your brother ordering men around to find the angel. They’ve found a feather, so now they’re determined.

Most Angel Hunters were men, they could handle their strength easier, it was just the truth yet the rare females were always stronger, if we inherit it that is. You weren’t going to come out this far again anytime soon in this weather if you hadn’t thought it would be the right chance to finally get that pollen, before it’s all gone.

Huffing you trudged over towards the ravenous creek, known to have killed many little children from neighbouring villages apparently. Good, you didn’t have to worry of teeny devils getting in your way, you’d gladly push them into the water in fact.

The red pollen plant popped clearly against the white snow, you fell on your knees, deep in snow as you eyed the plant trying to get a sense of a good one. Needing a healthy, juicy one to properly extract. Turning around you grabbed your bag and pulled out a small drawstring bag, lined inside with leather and wool on the outer. Leather to keep the plant from getting into the fabric, with edition from the wool keeping it all dry. You continued to pick at all the pollen you could.

It was strangely serene, the sound of rolling water and the occasional chirping from birds. If only you could sit here forever, if only that wasn’t extremely boring.

Getting off your bum, began to get back, eyeing a large group of pollen, excitement filled you as you ran towards it. One of your hands, trying to wisp it all up, causing a stain on your bare skin, your eyes widening in shock as the stain began to drip off you onto the dusted white snow illuminated by the night sky.

What—

This wasn’t pollen. It was blood, it wasn’t just any blood, fresh blood. At this point in the season and time, no animal was out hunting. It was hard to believe at first that it was blood, but the smell was enough to secure that thought. No more second guessing, it has to be.

Your head whipped around, looking for any signs of more blood, hopefully a trail. The damned thing lost what seemed like a ‘death approaching’ load of blood.

A thrill shot through you, a trail. Not just any, a trail any animal could smell from far away.

Instantly, you rushed towards the droplets. Red and fresh, hard to see in the darkness but reeks enough to tell you it was close.

You knew this area well, you knew everywhere very well. Thanks to your talented twin who’d sketch maps and locations all the time, you managed to remember most of it, without his permission of course. You could only think of one place it would be hiding in.

There it was—whimpering.

Heavy breathing.

Your heart raced, somehow in the tiniest place in your head you wished it wasn’t an angel, hoping it would be anything but that, yet there in the thorny bushes circling(circling) around a bare space where a large white oak once sat before lightening took it down. Approaching it, you gripped the blade in your waist. Unsheathing it and twirling it in your hand to point in its direction. Within the ring of bushes, you saw something over the thorns. Stealthily you hopped over the bush, landing without a sound. Seemingly your previous skills worked wonders in this case, you were used to doing dirty deeds for others with enemies.

You circled the white fluff covering the ground, its feathered covering it from danger but also from knowing of approaching danger like yourself. Your heart raced, you felt like it was beating out of your chest at this point. Choking you up slightly, beating at the base of your throat. Your chest heaving trying to keep yourself calm.

Calm like the wind.

Finally getting around to a point where you could see light hair peeking out of the large wings. A weighted feeling filled you, it was just like you, looked like you. Human but winged, you blinked away your thoughts, they weren’t the right things to be thinking right now, those things were scums.

Before your feelings could get in the way of duty again, you lifted the blade to strike at it, where it would kill within an instant. With your body ready to strike a twig snapping underneath your feet causing light coloured eyes to blink into life.

A gasp left your lips as its wings feathered outwards, pushing it back away from you within an instant. As the wings spread apart it revealed the being that hid underneath the soft surface. Its eyes ripped apart with a shriek spilling from its lips.

The being scrambled towards the far end, pushing itself into the vines of the thorns and razor-sharp leaves, visibly leaving dents into its wings—feathers puffing through the air.

You hovered over it, trying your hardest to focus on your intentions, gripping the hilt of your knife so hard your hand could literally turn red. As you took in its physical attributes you saw it all.

The angel’s pure white lashes over its light eyes glimmering in the moon lit night, pupils directing its gaze towards the glistening dagger in your hand. Its bare chest heaving as it finally meets your gaze.

Your breath hitched as you could feel your heart tighten at the thing in front of you, seemingly so innocent, pure, nothing like you were raised to believe. It didn’t seem to be a shell filled with evil but rather, a terrified, frail, losing, prey.

Its white skin covered with scratches, blood, even dirt. Snow peppering on the ends of its relatively messy hair, as a flake falls right on the end of its button nose, you sneered causing your prey to whimper, not truly from its attempt to duck but from its strained movement.

As it laid on its side, you laid eyes on the palm that grasped its waist, holding onto a large wound, dirtied with twigs and grass. Its bare feet kicking even though it did nothing to get up, it was pathetic, even sad how hard it was trying but in the end it does nothing to help.

You stepped closer to it, blinking towards it, finding a spot for you to strike. It squinted in pain, its mouth shivering as it managed a few words, “Please—I—I won’t hurt you.”

It spoke the language you do and for some odd reason you didn’t expect that. Of course, you’ve heard the tales, gotten the lectures and studies about Angels but to finally be in front of one and getting the information firsthand was just—different.

“You can’t hurt me even if you tried,” You spat, narrowing your eyes at the angel’s wounds. It took note, nodding as it lets out a deep breath seemingly spacing out.

Its head whirling, as its eyes kept drooping.

You couldn’t help but feel sympathetic, but you couldn’t show it, “Gosh, from all the tales I’ve been told to fear those like you—you don’t live up to your reputation angel.”

It blinks, puffing its cheeks before responding, “Fear me? I don’t—I’m sorry?”

You cocked your head with confusion, maybe the thing was losing braincells, “Don’t play dumb.”

The look on its face was enough to answer that. You shook your head pointing your blade at it, “Your kind fall from the sky to disturb the peace on our lands. No one in our world believes the folklore that was told to us as gullible children, that ’angels are messengers of god’ if anything you all serve the devil.”

Its eyes widened with disbelief, murmuring to itself. Pulling itself together it looked to you, “Is that what you believe? That we’re descendants of the devil?”

Its eyes watered. You couldn’t believe it, it must be acting, faking it for your sympathy maybe it would survive. Or it was stupid.

“I don’t believe in much of what they say, I believe in what I see—”

“And do you see the devil?” It cuts you off, “Please, we’re here to help.”

“Help with what exactly, it’s been centuries since your kind was valuable to us in terms of ‘help’ let’s just say—” You dropped to your knees, your hand striking your blade onto the end of the angels wing causing it to shriek out in pain.

“—nobles value your kind for reasons that you’d rather not know of.”

It nods, knowing that it’d survive longer agreeing than fighting you.

“You’re one of those angel hunters…aren’t you?” Its voice wavering, tears ran right down its face now, dropping all over its bare chest and—thighs.

Yours eyes looked down subconsciously, seeing exactly what you didn’t intend on looking at. You looked away, blade still plunged into the angel’s wing. Its shaking hand hovered over your own, suddenly it drops onto your skin. The angel’s hand was cold and delicate over your torn-up knuckles and broken nails.

It saw the hesitation in you, with every step you doubted. It wasn’t stupid at all. It read you, it understood you. It showed this, “We aren’t bad—we’re brought down here to help you all. We’re just messengers of heaven we have no ill thought or even the means to do such bad things.”

You didn’t want to listen to it, not at all. “Please—”

Its cries struck within your core.

“Then what are you here to do, angel.” As much as you didn’t want your heart to win against your head it always managed to. You blankly stared awaiting a response from the feathered being.

He breathes deeply before his eyes sank into your own, “To teach what can’t be taught through violence and pain.”

An overbearing weight on your shoulder told you it was a mistake, the little devil on your shoulder said to just stab him in the back right now—right through his heart—the back of his head through his eye sockets.

But you couldn’t even imagine doing that, fuck, what was wrong.

You felt pathetic, like a failure. All your life you trained to finally lay eyes on your prey, to kill him and take his wings like the savages you were supposed to be. But you can’t, it felt so wrong. Your skin crawled, itched, grew hives thinking of it. That feeling in your chest, squeezing tightly within you had just made you the weakest link of all, a hunter who couldn’t hunt.

Here he was, the angel you thought to kill, walking in front of you with your overcoat covering him and his large wings. From afar he merely looked like an extremely pale boy with glittery hair and features, walking barefoot. His wings wouldn’t retract, he said from his injuries he can’t make himself hide it, he needed to heal first. What were you even doing?

He would look back every now and then, was he making sure you weren’t going to kill him or whether you’re still following him. You were guiding him to your home, you chose to be behind him to get a view of him and whatever upcoming dangers. You didn’t tell him another reason was to keep him where you could see, you didn’t trust him, not fully. He had his way with words, somehow so eloquent with his words and so convincing, maybe it was one of his traits, lying.

You decided to take him the long way that would allow you both to arrive behind the castle at Venandi Hallows, you weren’t about to drag an angel right through the front gates into the training ground for all the hunters who trained after dark to jump him and neither were you going back the same way you came to face your twin and have him see what you’ve decided to do, gosh he would be so angry, disappointed, he wouldn’t believe himself.

The angel cradled your coat around himself like a child, as he padded through the snow, the closer you got to home the more nervous you became. Hopefully no one would be out the back at this moment in the night.

“Is this the place?” His voice echoed, dragging you back to reality.

You blinked at the view ahead, nodding, “Yes, it is. We better be quick unless you want to die.”

He looked back at you, giving you a visible full nod as he side stepped for you to lead. You didn’t look him in the eye as you passed him, even feeling his radiating heat, must’ve been an angel thing which would explain how he was able to withstand the freezing weather with nothing on and not get hypothermia or well, die.

Your bedroom was the only place you knew as safe, no one would dare walk in unannounced. It was also further up the tower than most other bedrooms, the only problem being your brother who might’ve been in his room across your own.

For safe measures you locked the door as secure as you could, for some reason you felt a sense of possessiveness over the angel. The angel that now, still draped with your raven black coat, sat on your cotton sheets. He feels at the fabric underneath him, his gentle small hand brushing over it with such curiosity.

“What am I supposed to do now,” You mumbled.

The angel heard you. His eyes watch you pace back and forth around your room with such worry. You could feel his burning eyes. He lets out a squeak before he seals his lips shut, he wanted to say something, but he didn’t know if he could. You pause, looking over at him to lock eyes with him.

His chest freezes mid breath, he doesn’t even blink, staring back at you.

“You wanted to say something, angel.”

The angel nods, taking a deep breath before he responds, “I apologise for putting you in this position.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is. You didn’t need to help me, I don’t know why you did but I thank you… for saving my life. I owe my entire existence to you, I shall serve you until your last breath.”

That was unexpected. You didn’t want this, no, you wanted to get rid of him but instead he’s devoting himself to you just like that. You recalled the events earlier, groaning with frustration. He mentioned ‘we’ as he spoke, could that possibly mean there were multiple here to serve whatever purpose that he was here for as well.

“You mentioned something earlier, I want to know whether there’s more of you,” You asked.

The angel froze again, looking down at his hands whilst twisting them about, “Yes, there are.”

He seemed troubled having to express this. You didn’t expect him to be so straightforward to you.

“Angel. What are you actually here to do,” You pushed, stepping closer to him. You see him tense up. The little hairs on his skin standing up.

He closes his eyes for a few seconds, “I was sent to fall because of a prayer.”

“A prayer? Could you speak with sense! Stop speaking in metaphors.”

“They aren’t metaphors. A girl called for us, she’s spent her entire life praying for us to come here and we’ve finally been able to,” He explained, his voice wavering as if he was going to break out in tears.

It caused you to feel a squeeze in your chest.

“Who’s the girl.”

“I don’t know.”

This wasn’t going the way you wanted. You’d had hoped if there was a name, you’d take him to her, and he’d finally leave. You move yourself over towards a vacant chair, dropping yourself on it as if you were some heavy load.

The groan that left your lips and the hands that rubbed against your face told the angel that you were burdened by him. He felt awful, “I—I’d like to know your name.”

“My—my name? Why would you need to know that?”

“I don’t need to know it, but I’d like to know it.”

You sighed, “Y/n.”

“Y/n. Y/n…” The angel mumbles your name quietly, you could only see his lips move while he pronounces the word, “My name is Jimin.”

“Jimin? Strange name for an angel.”

He nods, letting out a breathy laugh, “I know. I was told to use this name when I’m here, it was my name before I died.”

Before he died. So, it was true that angels were the souls of those that passed. He must’ve done a lot of good to become an angel. Maybe he was the kindest person to exist, he seemed like he was. He was changing a lot of your assumptions of his kind, they weren’t so scary, they weren’t murderers of yet, nor were they seemingly ‘spawns of the devil’.

“Do you like being an angel?”

“Yes. I get to help people. I get to see things people don’t get to see. Most importantly I get to meet incredible people…if I was never an angel, I would’ve never met you.” His words were sweet, too sweet for a world like your own.

“I—“

“Y/n!” A loud knock in the door made you jump off your seat, “It’s me, we’ve caught one.”

It was your brother. He’s, he’s actually caught one. You look towards Jimin, his expression showed everything—he was scared, worried for his fellow angel. He begins to get up, your coat slipping off his body.

“No! Sit down,” You whisper shouted, motioning for him to stay seated. For his own safety and your eyes’ purity.

You knew you had to go out to see it, hoping Jimin would listen and stay put, “I’ll be there in a second, brother.”

You hear him respond before his footsteps echo further and further away. Breathing a sigh of relief, you hear Jimin ask, “That’s your brother? He sounds… scary, did he catch an angel?”

“I think so.”

“Please—I need to help him—“

“No, I’ll figure something out, just please don’t go anywhere,” You cut him off, pleading at him, “I… I don’t want to lose you, okay?”

His face flushes red, his eyes widening. Jimin nods rapidly, settling himself into your bed. You don’t know what had gotten into you, there was just an overwhelming sense that filled you. But it wasn’t important right now.

You rush out of the door, taking one last look back at him. He gives you a worried smile, assuring you that he’d stay put but also showing that he was worried.

The race downstairs was quick, you could hear the loud shouting coming from the dungeons right away. It was indeed your father and brother arguing. You pushed past all the people in the way to get a proper look at the situation.

The angel tied up in the centre of the room, he was hanging from his bound wrist off the ceiling. He was terribly wounded, and his eyes couldn’t even stay open. Something strange did stand out amidst the argument.

Your father takes one look to realise you were here, “Y/n, tell me why your brother caught a defective angel.”

“A what?”

Taehyung growls, “Father said that this angel is defective, take a look at it.”

You knew what he meant, the angel didn’t have pure white hair, or pure white wings. They were black, pitch black. He was much larger than Jimin. You’ve read about these types of angels before. Fallen angels.

You knew one way that could allow him to live, one way.

“He’s a fallen angel,” You announced, the angel’s ears perked. He looks up at you from between the space of your father and brother. His naked body, glimmering in the candle lit room.

His left eye bruised and cut, his body covered in stab wounds, yet he still stood on his knees with dominance.

“So, it won’t sell,” Taehyung spat, “Like I fucking said, Dad.”

Your father curses, whipping his hand at the crowd of hunters motioning for them to leave. He lets out a sound of frustration.

“It’s been months since we caught one, Taehyung you need to lead a proper hunt. Y/n, I know you’re a good tracker, I know you can do this alone. We won’t survive without another one, please.”

That was all he said. Your father walks away without another word, knowing that you two would do as he told. You sighed, seeing your brother in distraught.

“Tae—“

“Don’t talk. I need to figure this out,” He interrupts, mumbling some plans to himself.

You look at the poor angel on the ground, probably wondering what his fate would be. “What about him.”

“It. Will die,” Taehyung pulls out his pocket watch, “With cuts like that, he’ll bleed out anyway. A painful death for a worthless hunt.”

Your brother doesn’t bother saying another word or sparing you a glance when he leaves. Stomping his way out of the dungeons leaving you standing across from the tainted soul. You took in his appearance this time.

Stepping closer, you see him try to move backward away from you with fear.

You continued, eyeing him. His hair was tousled, curly and longer than Jimins’. His body was stocky and buff, much more than Jimin. He was naked of course, you were trying to avoid eye contact with his privates. His thighs, his very muscular thighs, were what your eyes couldn’t part with.

You walk towards the table against the wall, pulling out the fabric underneath the gruesome tools and tossed it at his crotch. Completely covering him up. The angel’s head turned up, his eyes snaps towards you.

His lips curled into a smirk, “Can’t stand the sight of me?”

You tilt your head. He’s indeed very different.

“I bet you feel disappointed.”

“Disappointed?”

“Yes, in your men. I’d be disappointed too if I looked like them,” He laughs, his body language filled with arrogance. Well he was very deviant compared to Jimin.

His bounded hands rustled, the chains clanged against each other, he was getting off his knees. You see the way he didn’t care that the cloth had dropped off his crotch, he stood fiercely over you. His broad shoulders covering most of the light behind him.

He cocked his head sideways, narrowing his eyes into you. You hold your head up high unmoving, you didn’t want to show him that you were intimidated whatsoever.

“You look different from most of the hunters I’ve seen.”

“You’ve seen more than this?” You motioned behind you where the hunters were.

He nods his head, “You aren’t the only camp of hunters, darling.”

The word he used shot a spike through you.

“By that I assume that you’ve survived their hunt, why have you lost to this one?”

The angel bites the side of his lip, “A bad day, I guess.”

From the little experience you’ve had, he was the first fallen angel you’ve ever seen or even talked to. He was indeed fearless, he didn’t even flinch when your brother mentioned he was to die. He was so, ominous.

“You have a big ego.”

“No, I think I’m just confident.”

“You think you’re better than everyone—“

The angel clicks his tongue, “No, I just know I’m better than everyone around here. Don’t lie to yourself, all the sad brutes you house, they don’t compare to me. Be honest, wouldn’t you rather suck my cock than theirs?”

His perverted words should’ve made you feel disgusted, but instead somehow you were confused, your body was confused.

“How are you so shameless.” You took a look around to make sure no one else heard a thing.

He raises his eyebrow at you, “You’re the only pretty thing I’ve seen in years. How could I not be, I want to live too.”

So, he was trying to use you to save himself, great. You rolled your eyes, watching as the angel twists himself around possibly stretching out his sores and aches, giving you a look at his flexing abs in the process.

“Come on, it’s not like you’re not keeping a little secret already.”

You felt nerves rising up your spine, your face heating.

“I can smell the angel you have, no one else knows?” He grins, “You’re one naughty hunter, aren’t ‘ya.”

“I think you need to shut up,” You said with a low menacing tone, “I could kill you.”

The angel nods, grinning to himself, “But you won’t. You’re too nice.”

Nice, in a world like this nice didn’t exist. It was a pity and the rare sense of sympathy from most. You just couldn’t process the fact that the damned angel had figured it out already, why didn’t Jimin tell you that angels could smell each other.

“If you help me, I’ll be on my way and you can keep your little white angel.”

You had to, there was no other way.

“And how do I do that, I’m no doctor.”

“The angel can heal—“

“Then why can’t you?”

He sighs, rolling his eyes at you, “Like you said, I’m a fallen angel. I’m not like him, I’m the worthless leftover of heaven. Why do you think they tossed me away, why my wings turned black and my hair burnt away?”

“Alright then, just don’t make a sound, okay?”

He seemed pleased that he managed to convince you. Standing up straighter, his face flinching whilst you tried to unchain him. It was rather easy to pick these chains. The chains dropped to the ground with a rattle, the angel breathed a sigh of freedom. Rubbing his wrists with a pure smile on his face.

“Now, where’s your friend?”

You didn’t think this through very well, you were never good at making plans. You did manage to sneak the angel up, his wings were massive though, but you were thankful that everyone was at dinner instead of the living courters.

Pushing the door open you see Jimin curled up under your blanket, sleeping away with a peaceful look on his face.

When you shut the door leaving all of you finally alone. The angel flutters his wings out, it was then that you realised that the bottom half of one of his wings were missing. He sighed, taking it in his hands. He brushes it against his face, closing his eyes to savour it. You did find beauty in the darkness of his wings, you’d like to think he did too.

He saw you watch him, locking eyes with you he gave you a foreign expression.

“He’s sleeping,” You said.

The angel nods, “I can see that. We can wait.”

He sits himself in the chair you once sat in, making himself comfortable. You see his wounds start leaking blood again, you couldn’t help but feel like you needed to do something.

“Would you survive the night, with cuts like that?”

“I don’t know,” He revealed, his voice showed signs of doubt. He flicked his eyes back and forth between his stomach and your face, “At least I’ll die with a pretty girl looking over me.”

“Shut up. You won’t die.”

You walked towards the end of your bed where you kept most of the supplies for accidents. Rustling through the chest, you came across some tonics, chemicals and gauze. Hopefully it would stop the bleeding. You also picked up the thing you hated, needles and thread, you could never imagine using them for wounds neither did you even dare watch someone use it.

You marched over to the dark angel, setting the supplies on the desk behind him where you usually worked. His eyes watched your hand drop the stuff down, he furrows his eyebrows at it.

“What’s that going to do?”

You took a deep breath, “Hopefully, it will seal you up.”

His face was plastered with doubt still, he must’ve never seen such things. You wouldn’t blame him he wasn’t human after all. You pulled up another chair to place in front of him. Picking up a thin blanket on the way, holding it out to him.

He looks between you and the blanket again, “What do I do with this?”

“Cover yourself up, I don’t need to see your…uhm that, or breath over it when I stitch you up,” You sat on the chair.

The angel’s face twists to a grin, his eyebrows curving playfully, “I wouldn’t mind you breathing over my cock if you wanted.”

He sees the look on your face and immediately covers himself. You weren’t in the place to play along right now or argue. You just needed to make sure he wouldn’t die in his sleep.

“It’s going to hurt.”

“It won’t hurt as much as getting my feathers ripped out.”

You wanted to apologise, for the shit he went through. The shit your brother did to him, or made others do to him. It was so unnecessary, usually we hunt angels with the purpose of selling them whole now a days. Keeping them pretty, but of course your brother was angry that he wasn’t a proper angel, so he took it out on him.

“I’m going to start, okay,” You told him, your hands shaking as you held the needle.

He notices this, taking your hand in his large warm hands, “I don’t know what you’re going to do but it’s okay, it won’t hurt me.”

You appreciate his motivation, nodding. You clean him up a little before beginning. Right at the first incision his hand drops to your thigh, gripping onto it, “Oh fuck.”

You let out a little chuckle unknowingly.

“Oh yes, it’s real funny.”

“I’m sorry!”

He shakes his head letting out a smile, “Yea, yea.”

You started with the wound closest to his chest, then you went down. Closing three of them up and having one left. The last one being on the side of his pelvis. He pushes himself further towards the end of the chair, leaning himself back giving you more space. But with that given space his thighs spread over your own, trapping you in between his own.

You lean over his crotch, resting your elbow between the joint of his hips and thigh. Surprisingly he lacked hair in almost every part of his body but his head. His eyes never leaving you, watching you seal up his cuts.

His hands shaking from the pain, you could see from the corner of your eyes they came close to your face. His hand lightly brushes the fallen strand of hair behind your ear, you paused, not knowing where to look.

You blinked up at him. His face seemingly getting closer…and closer. His wavering hand, slipping behind your nape, pulling you closer to him. Now he was the one breathing over you, his lips so close. His eyes locked with yours, the dark eyes seemingly even darker now.

You see the ball in his throat move as he swallows. His lips brushing against your own, before it fully takes you. The wet, warm and soft pink skin against your own, heating your body up against the winter cold. He was burning you up, his touch was stirring you up. Lips moving against each other without a care in the world, you’ve planted your hands against his abdomen, feeling up the flexing muscle of it.

He lets out a filthy groan, filling up your ears with its alluring sound.

He threads his fingers into your loose hair, holding you against his lips. His free hand sliding up your thigh, so close to your warming core.

He pulls away with a lewd smack, his lips wet with your mixed saliva, “I don’t even know you name, darling.”

“Y/n.”

He smiles with bliss, “Jungkook.”

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The Pillars with Pets; Part 2 of the Modern AU

:D __ Mitsuri -so Mitsuri actually wanted a dog of her own so bad and took the first opportunity to get one -she adopted her bab from a shelter -originally, she was thinking more along the lines of a small, floofy dog -like a Pomeranian, maybe, or a poodle -but -b u t -look. The huge, ambiguously mixed dog was. Right there. And she had such big, sweet eyes. -‘twas love at first sight -Aki-chan is an older dog and has a limp, but she shares her owner’s zest for life -together, they’re so full of energy that it’s downright terrifying -but in the best possible way! -Aki-chan gives the best slobbery kisses. Aki-chan is always there to wake Mitsuri up with happy barking in the morning. They cuddle together at night. -Aki-chan is an absolute sweetheart but considering her sheer size, she acts as a very effective deterrent for folks who are just plain Not Nice to Mitsuri -it’s like…the dog has a sixth sense for when her owner is uncomfortable or sad -Mitsuri likes to knit sweaters for Aki in the wintertime -they don’t always fit quite right but it’s fun! -also bakes Aki dog treats at home -tends to want to share food with her; has to remind herself that feeding dogs human stuff isn’t generally that good of an idea -(however, Aki will inevitably end up getting a few tidbits when Mitsuri’s cooking/baking) -(only the stuff that’s ok for her to eat, though!) -also also Aki is exactly That Kind of dog, the type that you’d think only appears in animated movies -the type that matchmakes -she does that 101 Dalmatian thing to Mitsuri and this cute brunette dude they met at the park -(y’know, the whole “lol hoomans I am apparently the only one smart enough to notice the chemistry between you so I shall tie you together with my leash until one of you breaks”) Obanai: -I mean he canonically has a snek -Kaburamaru is a pure boy -Iguro first got his snake as a teenager, when he was still living with his family -it was the only true gift he was ever allowed from them -his home life…was not the best -he hated his parents and siblings and used to dream of the day he’d be able to leave -moved out as soon as he could afford it with Kaburamaru in tow -he loves his noodle all the more because snakes live long lives; Kaburamaru’s been with him through thick and thin, through all the bad times in his life -and Iguro moved out, he really was Iguro’s only friend -at this point, Iguro treats him more like a person than anything -he’ll sit next to Kaburamaru’s enclosure with a book in hand and chat to him about how ridiculous the plot is -will sometimes just let the snek boi out and let him wiggle around his neck while he does other stuff -hates social media but will post pics of the noodle -it’s all his Instagram has: -Aesthetic pics or cute videos of Kaburamaru just chilling -hates his neighbors and will answer the door with Kaburamaru on his shoulders + talking to the snake just to freak them out -kids in the neighborhood spread rumors that he’s a ~witch~ -he literally doesn’t give a damn as long as they leave him alone lmao -the reptilian equivalent of “Crazy Old Cat Lady” -funny thing is that he isn’t particularly fond of animals in general -Kaburamaru is, he’s decided, his first and last snake/pet -has heart attacks on the daily once he starts dating this really wonderful woman who owns a heckin dog, and a huge one at that. Iguro is not used to animals that shed. -also dog-proofed his house at first out of paranoia that Aki would eat his snek -(though he later warmed up to her and decided to trust that she probably wouldn’t lol) Uzui: -has two ferrets -one is cinnamon, the other is white -white bab is named Momo -cinnamon bab is named…Chanel -(can you guess who got naming rights on Chanel) -(hint: it was not one of Tengen’s wives) -the ferrets were bought because everybody in the household wanted a pet but nobody could agree on what animal they were going to get -(Tengen wanted a bird, Makio wanted a dog, Suma wanted a bunny and Hinatsuru wanted them all to shut up and actually do some research) -eventually, they somehow came up with a combination of the desired pet traits and decided that ferrets were the best fit -anyway Momo & Chanel are spoilt rotten -they live the most Expensive, most flamboyant lives a pair of ferrets could possibly live -Suma thinks they’re adorable and babies them -Makio loves how energetic and spunky they are -Hinatsuru is just quietly affectionate. It’s so cute to watch the rest of the family coo over them -Tengen considers them his children -he is the pet owner who dresses up for Halloween with them -(once he and the other three went as pirates with the ferrets as their parrots ack I hate that that rhymes lol) -and makes them Instagram famous -is probably considering dedicating a Youtube channel to them as well -it’s like -bruh -how obsessed could you possibly be with a pair of small furry slinkies -(very obsessed, apparently) -Chanel & Momo: *exist* -Tengen: fucking superb, you flamboyant little goblins :D -shows them off constantly to his friends -it was especially bad for the first couple of months after he got them -not that the showing off has died down over the years, the others have just…gotten used to his dramatics by now -tbh usually somebody (probably Hinatsuru) would stop him, but the other three are also too obsessed with their babies to be Mature about it Sanemi: -“Maybe I’ll get a dog,” Sanemi said to himself -“Other animals are kinda stupid and not my thing” -“Hi,” said Fate, dumping a betta fish in a plastic cup on his doorstep. “Will it work if I try to appeal to your soft side?” -Sanemi is r a g e -what kind of bastard just dumps a living fISH on a stranger’s doorstep -bro -wtf -he’s so angry -hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh -well, he keeps it in that plastic cup on his kitchen table, because he has *no clue* what to do with it -tries to call a few people and make them take it -fails -he stares furiously at the fish a little more before starting to feel uneasy because…can it…really survive in such a tiny cup -buys a cheap secondhand fish tank and some fish food that’s apparently for bettas -(Genya: no, see, this one’s specially for betta fish Sanemi: wtf is the difference) -posts stuff on social media “is there any sad shithead out there willing to take a stupid blue fish” -some people answer, Sanemi makes it clear that they have to chat with him first before coming to pick up the fish because he’s not a *monster,* he’s not gonna send the creature to a neglectful owner -turns out, he hates every single candidate. Or maybe he’s just…getting really knowledgeable about betta fish. Maybe he’s joined a group for first-time betta owners. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe he bought a new tank and new food and the betta is actually starting to look kinda perky and flashy -(Siamese fighting fish. It’s a fighting fish. It’s Fierce. Sanemi…does not dislike it. It’s kinda rad.) -Come to think of it. He did own stag beetles as a kid. Maybe dogs aren’t the only pets worth owning…? -the betta is eventually named Dragon, he gets a big tank, balanced diet, and a Marimo mossball friend, and Sanemi becomes a fish expert despite the fact that he swears this is “temporary” -(Shinobu, dropping by for lunch/to antagonize him: lmao right a ‘’’temporary’’’ tank that you decorated yourself and ‘’’temporary’’’ bloodworms in your freezer and ‘’’temporary’’’ smiling when you come home and your fish swims out to greet you) Himejima (warning: a little sad compared to the others. Some brief mentions of death/loss and grief) -has a seeing eye dog -she’s a black Labrador named Nana, and has been living with him for a few years now -they’re honestly a perfect match -Nana’s a sweet, steady dog and is good company for her owner -when she isn’t working, she’s pretty content to amble around the house and/or snuggle up to Gyoumei -having her has had a huge positive influence on him -he wasn’t exactly in the best state, emotionally, after losing his kids all those years ago -it took him a while to heal -and Nana’s presence grounded him throughout -she kept him from kind of shrinking into himself -at his darkest moments, Gyoumei might have preferred to reject help, even when his friends came to call -but Nana always barked happily and ran up to the door to welcome visitors -she’d whine and wake him up in the mornings -offer a ton of slobbery doggy kisses -it helped him open up again, little by little -Gyoumei is of the opinion that Nana was his main teacher in relearning how to trust people -he occasionally organizes playdates for her with Aki and Mitsuri -Mitsuri also knits matching sweaters for Aki and Nana -she sometimes throws in a sweater for Gyoumei, too -Nana is often bamboozled by Gyoumei when he prays or works out -hooman -hooman what are these strange and repetitive movements that you do -hooman why do you sit still with your hands together and ignore me -it’s kinda funny how she gets confused and starts sniffing Gyoumei or nudging him with her nose -though Gyoumei no longer truly requires encouragement to get out of bed in the mornings, Nana still makes a point of waking him up with kisses -and nuzzles -and doing this weird thing where she puts her paws on his cheeks like she’s trying to cup his face in her ‘‘‘hands’‘‘ lol -it coaxes a rare smile out of Gyoumei -Nana’s existence in general makes him smile

#Kimetsu no yaiba #Demon Slayer #kanroji mitsuri #himejima gyoumei #iguro obanai #uzui tengen #shinazugawa sanemi #headcanons #imagines #pets #modern AU #obamitsu #I have no first hand experience with seeing eye dogs #so please let me know if there's anything inaccurate!#Mod Eve

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What The Fans Of (Almost) Every Scarecrow Design Are Like Just by Surveying Rogue Tumblr for Approx: 5 Months. (Not in any particular order. Also this is a meme.)

Year One: You probably needed a childhood to relate to/needed a justifiable reason to stan one of Gotham’s biggest criminals. (but if your childhood involves being half-eaten by crows i am VERY concerned) BTAS: The gateway drug Scarecrow. You’re probably a gremlin, and also really like the Dork Squad(tm) TNBA: He’s under-appreciated, and you know this very well, but you’re also thankful that you get some of the coolest artwork of your favorite spooky boy. (Also the voice. 11/10 you want him to read sleepy hollow to you.) TAOB: You are one of the only 3 living fans of Adventures Of Batman Scarecrow, but you give absolutely no shit. You love that uncanny valley, near on clown-like scarecrow, and i feel bad for you, because you’ll probably never get art of them. Super Friends: I...Wow. Y’all really do exist... Galactic Guardians: YOU GUYS ACTUALLY EXIST TOO??? BATB: JAZZY. You like his hat, and his voice. You also probably enjoy a lot of older scarecrow designs as well. You get sad because you wish there were more content. The Batman (TV series): PFFT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (But seriously though, you poor, poor things...There, There...) Assault On Arkham: AA Scarecrow in an otherwise good movie. Basically, you’re sad he didn’t get more screen-time. At this point, just stan: Arkham Asylum: ABSOLUTE GOBLIN OF A HUMAN. One of the gateway drug Scarecrows that lead you to The Rogues fanbase in the first place. You either love the serious artwork of him, love him drawn/written as a gremlin, or are STILL offended by his lack of footwear. Either way, you adore him and will remind everyone of it. Arkham Knight: OH FUCKING BOY. This can go one of two ways. 1.You love his writing (or don’t, but still stan), his poetic dialogue and his voice, and you also love how much he hams up the fear factor. You probably adore every artwork of him you see, and you REALLY love reading any fan-written material of him. You have many headcanons, and probably have googled A LOT of stuff to make them more genuine. Or 2. You are very, VERY horny... (But as a good friend once said, “these are not mutually exclusive.”) Nightwing And Robin: Aw, y’all are so cute! Here, have some tea with the SF AND GG Fans, I think they have Earl Grey over in the CORNER OF IRRELEVANCY. (But I feel bad for y’all too.) Unlimited: BEEF BOY. You’re either in the group of people that love Scarecrow designs that use scythes, or you like how strange, yet fun his appearance is. Most art of him is super colorful too. There aren’t very many of you, but the amount of you that I’ve seen seem like super cool people. You all probably also enjoy the next one: Batman/TMNT: You knew the movie was a wild ride from start to finish, but you love it. You probably also like birds (I know, really obvious.) There aren’t many of you, but you like the idea of a corvid-like Scarecrow, and you wish for more. Or...You may be a furry that also likes DC stuff, and that’s ok too! We too also oddly love that weird ass cobra joker anyways. Salecrow: You love his rhyming (which is arguably the best thing about him), but are also annoyed by the fact that most content of him use the same 3 images every time. You’re probably in the same boat as all the other scarecrow fans that genuinely want a proper medieval themed version of him. If you write/draw him, you’ve googled endless nursery rhymes. Its like Dr.Seuss up in this bitch. Also, them hands. Blackest Night: Chances are you’re still amazed that your favorite bag-headed master of fear even HAS that thing. You REALLY want him to wear that damn ring again, and will probably pay an arm and a leg to see it happen in a form of animated media. You also have very interesting artwork/writings of him. And your head canons are outlandish, but in the most fun way. (Seriously though, Hatter with a ring, huh...) Injustice: You either love the concept of The ScareBeast, or you’re here for the fact that hes voice by FREAKING ROBERT ENGLUND. Admittedly, you probably aren’t all too good at fighting games, but you still insta-lock him despite that. The Dark Knight: Cillian Murphy portrays the character rather well, but you either are unnerved by his strangely dreamboyish face, or would wish for a slightly older actor. But!!! Despite all that!!! You love him, and probably still quote “WaNnA sEe My MaSK???” (Although I see some of you get absolutely tired of that lol) I don’t see any loyal fans of him, but everyone seems to agree that he’s not too shabby (heheh... shabby...) Gotham (Tv Series): ...Hello? Where are you guys? I KNOW you exist! Show yourselves! Jokes aside, you either love him or hate him. Live action scarecrows seem to be a hit or miss for some. Harley Quinn (Tv Series): Softies. You adore everything about him. His dialogue, his humor, his very surprising accent, and his, albeit a stretch, questionable sexuality implications. Most art of him is very wholesome and good, probably because you’re STILL not over...Well... Maybe its better if I not mention it (all fans of him are the “If I see anything happen to them I’ll kill everyone in this room and then myself” meme.). Detective Comics: Hroo Hraa, my friends. Hroo Hraa. Whether it’s his “Queer grasshopper leaps” or his strange laughter onomatopoeia, you can’t get enough of his antics. Nothing beats a classic, and the fact that there are still many of you that are fans of him makes me smile. New 52/Prime Earth: One of the few scarecrows that greatly changes his childhood, but you welcome the idea of it. He’s a very unsettling looking guy, but you’ll remind everyone that his writing makes up for it. He’s mostly treated like a semi-C tier villain in the continuity, but every time you see him you’re like “!!!!!!!”.You most likely have a list of every issue he appears in so you don’t have to suffer, and your heart still breaks when you read the scene with him and that one girl. (He said he was sorry, guys.) Batman:Hush: 2 and a half sweet and savory minutes of this guy, only for him to get kicked in the face? Nay, Nay, you say! A crime, you holler! You go to your keyboard to tell your friend about how good his character design is, and how well animated he was, but alas they say “that’s nice, bud.” Blast it all... The Lego Batman Movie/Lego in general: Our boy at his most gremlin. Sure, you know this is a 99% children’s medium, but that doesn’t stop you from smiling like a dummy every time you see him. He’s funny, he’s delightful, and he has... a weird obsession with planes? What is it with them and putting him in planes? Maybe he got a pilot’s license before he attended university? What a smart little block person! Obviously, I left out quite a few here, but these seem to be the most popular. There are SO many comic renditions of him, so It’d take my forever. (My poor fingies already hurt!) But please enjoy this silly little thing :’]

#tube says something #scarecrow #jonathan crane #gotham rogues

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The Gilded Cage IV: Arranged By The Prophet

❛ pairing | ivar x reader, brother!oleg x sister!reader, Katya x Oleg

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | oleg makes a choice. the reader finds out some unsavory information about ivar-- and the old bulls keep cover

❛ warnings | Spankings, Angry!Oleg, Arranged Marriage, reprimanding, sneaking around, Katya being a bitch, Possessive!Oleg, incest (slightly nsfw)

❛ sy’s notes | igor is placed around ivar’s age at 4B, making ivar mid to late twenties in this piece.

“Get in,” Oleg says.

His bruising grip grinds down on your wrist. Waves of terror come over your chest-- not for your safety -- but for what reason had Oleg taken you away from your sweet, old bulls? In that moment, the trembling wall of muscle that is Oleg was what concerned you. Perhaps you upset him. His eyes are trained on you out of everyone, everything, and you don’t need to guess to know where he would take you. Only that as he shoves the door ajar, it slams behind him. He orders the guards standing watch in his room out.

“Oleg I--”

“Hush,” Oleg says curtly, cutting the distance to you in a short few furious strides. Your eyes train on his short black beard, legs quivering despite your innermost resolution to stand up to Oleg. Today would be the day! The day you told Oleg what you wanted of your life.

“You will stay in your room unless I call,” Oleg says, catching the loose edge of your furry robe, then the thin one underneath that. With a tug, he pulls both from your shoulders. A gasp slips from your lips, bunching your shoulders up to slide your arms around your breasts. “Enough.”

“Oleg--”

“Enough!”

Your mind is torn into bits when Oleg’s hand fell over your naked bottom with a harsh slap, causing your hips to jerk forward. A cry falls loose from your lips, marked out by another prompt smack. His palm radiates with heat from the blotchy red spot. You cradle onto the black and gold woven tunic, shuddering when another strike lands. Your round butt bounces after each powerful smack. Upon the fifth, you sob into his shoulder.

“Please--” through his heavy tunic, you get feel him-- the bulge that presses at your core. Your eyebrows knit together almost imperceptibly, but it’s something that Oleg catches when the last of his strikes finish upon your bottom. He draws his hand back, shaking off the tingles of excitement in his palm from your discipline.

“Do you know what showing off does to men?” He prompts a stupid question. Of course— you saw Ivar’s murky eye, washed over by the flood of lust. He wanted… something. If it was not Katya, could it have been you? And now… Your mind races as to why he hardened between the legs. Perhaps it’s his anger. A state where men excite themselves without realizing what they are doing.

Oleg snatches your wrist, taking it to his covered member, forcing you to feel the hardness that is there. Your eyes force shut, backing up until you hit his desk. One full of wooden shavings from Oleg’s newest statues of the first wife he once lost, freshly spilled ink, and parchment. He pinches your chin with firm, insistent pressure and forces you to gaze into his eyes.

“Well?” Oleg presses, an insipid smile splitting his lips. “Do you?”

“I…” you say after a while. “I don’t.”

“Of course you don’t,” Oleg leans forward, dropping the hand between his legs, scratching your neck with his finely trimmed beard. He hovers over you, words dappling across his skin. With a warm huff of air, he speaks against your neck. Flecks of heat break off against your neck. “You’ve never known a man because I have never allowed you to know one. I keep you safe! Me! Not Dir, nor Askold-- and not that lunatic.”

“Oleg… you are my brother,” you start, reaching for his beard. Your hands settle on his scratchy beard, caressing it with your thumb. He casts his glare aside at your next words. “Not my husband. Why would you discipline me like that?”

The way you say it settles wrong in Oleg’s mind. He rips his head around, catching you with a hot stare. “What difference does it make?”

You force him back, pressing your fingers to his lips to shush him. If it were anyone else, you might have thought something else than touching him in such a way. But this is Oleg. Your Oleg. Your sweet brother.

“What is changing?” you ask.

Oleg looks at you, dull and long, considering your words. There’s no answer to your question.

“I cannot tell anymore, Oleg, if you are angry with me or… aroused by me. The more sense I try to make, the less sense this makes. You have always been a good brother. Fair to me. But now I am… I…”

“Don’t make sense of nonsense, (Y/N). I am not aroused.”

If he weren’t aroused, what was… his hardness for? You convince yourself of what you previously speculated. It was a reaction to the adrenaline of your spankings. “Then what is your concern with Ivar and I?”

“None.” Oleg insists. “Because he isn’t interested in you.”

At his words, your stomach flares. Maybe it’s the insistence that Ivar had no interest in you. “What do you mean?”

“Katya has told me she reminds Ivar of his dear dead wife. So that show of your body? Wasted on him.”

If your body had been slick— excited for Ivar, it dried now. Ivar, you had thought, was excited for your body. Of course, you thought with Katya fucking Oleg, it could have easily been that… but something in you hoped.

“Oh,” you find yourself saying. It’s the best you could work out with a hot spike of disappointment in your eyes. “I see. She is the prize.”

Oleg dips down, lifting you into his arms, and settles into his grand bed. You fall to the side of him, in the middle, as Oleg strips his shift off. You’ve snuck below the sheets, burying your nose in pillows stuffed with bird feathers. He replaces himself behind your back, settling a small kiss to your shoulder.

“You are,” he commends to you.

You glance from your fingers which have bunched up the fabric under your head. Oleg’s fingers prod your hair away from your neck, placing a small kiss at the side of your neck this time. His lips drag, lingering there at your neck. His small puffs of hot air cause your shoulder to roll, almost laughing.

“Stop,” you say gently. “It tickles.”

“Bear with me,” Oleg hums. “It will be the last time.”

Tomorrow, Oleg would be marrying the strange princess. Despite your reservations to a woman you never knew, you attempted to keep a smile upon your face. After all, there was nothign you could do but support your brother. At his words you turn in bed, stroking your hands over his pale upper arms in consolation.

“You’ll leave me all alone again,” you tease. The last time-- you cringe to think of the dead woman far down under in that place you were forbidden to go. “I will be so lonely.”

“I have been thinking whom I might marry you to..”

“Should I not be married by now?” you tease Oleg gingerly. His head bows to watch your fingernails dancing across his arm. Then, sliding between your legs, his eyes wander over your breasts. You wonder what he’s thinking when his eyes surface again, dark and wild, lost and yet-- found.

“There have been proposals, my beautiful sister,” he admits. “But I couldn’t accept.” Oleg tilts his head, inspecting your face framed by your long hair, spilling over the pillows beneath your head. His voice is almost even and tempered, but even then, you hear the distress wilting behind his words. “I would have to send you away.”

“I would not mind,” you say. “I would like this. To have a purpose more than… seeing children and sitting in my room.”

“I would,” Oleg replies. “Things are… complicated.”

“Do they need to be?” you protest, and lean up, placing a small kiss to the corner of his lip and cheek. Oleg’s eyes widen, clear with the confusion building. Behind his dark eyes, you find his thoughts racing. Your hands caress over his shoulders, cupping his jaws happily. A small, soft smile forms, causing your eyes to crest-like soft moons. “I would like the chance to start my own family, to make you proud.”

“You… think this would make me proud. To have you lay under some foreigner, let him fill you with his seed, have… children,” Oleg mumbles to himself. “Why would I have someone else take you away?” He looks toward you, looking for an answer to his question. There is none. Only the confusion in your eyes, waiting for this game of dancing around one another to meet its end.

Your chest pulls at his words as if all he needed to do was pull a loose seam for it all to come apart. Maybe he does-- because when he speaks again, it does come apart in front of his tight and pinched features.

“This, here, is where you belong. You are mine-- mine. My sweet, beautiful sister. I would not have someone fill you,” Oleg grates out. “I love you.”

“And I, you,” you say easily.

“I need you to stay with me.”

He asks too much of you. You suppose it is your fault for being there in his time of need, loving him like no other— but Katya should be his rock now. You stroke his hair. Smile. Caress the stress and hidden fear from his limbs.

“Sleep, Oleg. Your mind is full again.”

Oleg hums-- of course, he couldn’t just sleep on his own. Reaching deep in your heart, you pull forth a rhythmic hum. Something old and ancient, one carried on ethereal hums of your voice, raking your fingers through his dark, murky hair. A deep and old song professing your love-- for you dear, lost brother.

The wedding goes off without a hitch. You stood beside your sweet nephew, hands pressed together, his admiring eyes twinkling at Ivar. The boy seems to admire Ivar a good amount. As a young man who has recently become a man, you know how important a figure like Ivar is.

“I have an announcement,” Oleg spoke smoothly from his side of the table. Katya glances over to her new husband. A curl of amusement on her lips.

“What is it?” Ivar says jovially.

“The night in the bathhouse revealed a vision to me, my sweet.” Oleg leans over, flicking your chin to force it to raise. You force a smile.

“What have you seen?”

Oleg glances over to Katya who slides out of her chair and walks over to seize your shoulders. “You will marry Prince Igor,” she informs you. “When the time is right.”

“I… why?” you plead as you glance over to Oleg. Your brother cranes his head, working on a indignant smile.

Ivar, who usually holds his silence, parts his lips for the sake of his young prince. In his words, you hoped he would see reason. “He is a young man— and she is his aunt.”

“These are plans for the future, Ivar.” Oleg offers up his hands from their folded position. “It is not an immediate bond— like it would be if I were to marry her, they are removed. It will be fine.”

You push out from Katya’s hands, gripping your embroidered dress as you come behind him. Your head bows and you whisper gently in his ear. “You’re punishing me.”

“You wound me, my darling. Come here.” His hands stretch toward your hips and you avoid them, storming past Vasilii and Dmitrei who fall in line behind you. Both of which hold frozen gazes as they guide you from the room.

Clipping behind you, as you hear your name again called out. Your hands slap against your hips, whirling around to the expectation of Oleg. Standing there is not Oleg, but Ivar, straining to catch up to your long steps. You even your steps to a stop.

“Yes?”

“Come to my room tonight.”

Just after saying that, he disappears down the hall. You look between Dmitrei and Vasilii, both of whom leer back at you. It was a bad idea— you admit it to yourself as you walk back to your rooms. Vasilii and Dmitrei enter first. Both searching the room. They resurface as you take out the jewels from your ears. Oleg’s pups come beside you, sitting and waiting.

“Vasilii,” you glance over your shoulder, slipping the temple rings free. “What do you think?”

“Of what, Princess?”

“Of seeing King Ivar tonight,” you say. “Oleg informed me Princess Katya reminded him of his wife. That is who he was aroused for.”

“If you would like to see him,” he looks between Dmitrei and the wall behind him. “Do so. We will make cover.”

Oleg had been clear. You would not leave that room. But he had also been clear— you would marry within the family. To keep his selfish interests near to home. You ran a comb through your long hair, at last standing up, and plucking what clothes you had laid out for bed.

“Hm,” you mutter. “We will see.”

We will see became an agonizing fight of when to leave. To early, and Oleg’s men would be patrolling. Too late, and Oleg’s men would be waking from their half shift slumber. In the middle, you noted. At the very least you could say you went— out of respect for him.

Vasilii guides you past the guard. His cousin whom easily bought into his words. You slip between the two of them and into Ivar’s chambers. As suspected, Ivar is fast asleep. His head rests on his pillow, blankets drawn over his naked back. The moonlight streams on his pale skin. You unwind your headscarf and set it aside in a chair, slipping out of your shoes and approaching the bed.

“You’ll have to forgive me, my dear Viking.” You whisper, caressing the loose strands away from his face. A handsome jawline, cut cheekbones and broad nose— he looks as you remember him. Your fingers graze his full sideburns, running the expanse of his jaw with ghost like touch. “Oleg has forbidden me from leaving my room. I am like one of his dogs, trapped until he makes use of me.”

Making use of you— using his bond with you to secure his hold on the crown. Undoubtedly; he thought he might use you in regards to Igor. That was why this marriage was arranged. You are sure of that.

“It will be too dangerous to visit again. Goodbye,” you kneel before him, leaning in to set a chaste kiss to his lips. In his contorted position, you are barely able to scrape your lips over his. And yet— as quickly as you do so, a hand seized your wrist at the side of the bed. You’re suddenly flung onto his bed with a bounce.

“Oh!” you squeak.

“It’s you again,” the Viking says, as if it’s an afterthought. His hand grasps your chin, forcing you to look up to him. His body encompasses you. His slender hips fit nicely between your splayed open legs. “Why do you only kiss me when I sleep?”

“I… you were awake?”

“I am a man on the run,” he states. You acknowledge that much. “And you are a loud princess.”

“Loud?” you repeat after him. All this time— you thought you were quiet.

“You don’t exactly speak quietly.”

There was truth in that. Oleg never questioned how loudly you spoke. Your cheeks warm underneath him, never having been so close to a man who wasn’t Oleg. Dir… Dir was different. He held you in different esteem. As did Askold, who gave you limited affection, due to Oleg’s nature.

“I wanted to see you.”

“That much is clear,” Ivar teases, relaxing onto his forearm, sandwiching your body underneath his own. He’s built… thickly. Your eyes flutter shut, trying to think of anything but his large frame on top of you. It’s impossible. Even the fluffy bedsheets are no distraction to Ivar’s large body. He smells like honey and mead. “You kissed me. You must have enjoyed it.”

“I’m-- I’m sorry. I did not mean to insult you.”

“An insult?” Ivar laughs. “I’ve never been kissed in my sleep by a princess.”

You settle your hands on his forearms with nothing else for them to do. Your cheeks are, yes, pink. Embarrassed. Shy. But… you’re damningly interested when Ivar leans in again. “I see why Oleg is so fond of you.”

“Why?”

Ivar doesn’t respond, not at first, simply running his eyes over your neck to the coin necklace you wore. It is large, made up of adorned balls, then beautiful coins with encrusted jewels. His finger taps one for emphasis, catching Oleg’s marred name. His eyes flicker back up-- toward yours, and you can’t discern the emotion behind his eyes entirely.

“You’re so innocent.”

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#Oleg x Reader #Oleg/Reader #oleg the prophet x reader #oleg the prophet/reader #Ivar x Reader #Ivar/Reader #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar the boneless/reader #vikings imagines #vikings imagine #honestsycrets

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nearlymanaged · 4 years

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4. Remus’ Secret

It had been a couple of weeks since Sirius had come out to his friends, but Moony still hadn’t flung himself into his arms, confessing unbridled attraction. If anything, he seemed more distant now. Almost as distant as he used to get every month before Sirius, James, and Peter found out about his furry little secret. They did have quite different schedules this year that sometimes caused them to not run into each other for half a day, but Remus’ strange coldness seemed to go beyond that.

Sirius was starting to feel a little hurt, thinking that maybe Remus wasn’t as okay with him being bisexual as he claimed, so he confronted him about it one evening in the common room. It turned out to be a rather anticlimactic exchange since Remus assured him, quite convincingly, that it was completely ridiculous of Sirius to even think that. He said he was simply tired all the time since they had come back to Hogwarts and then made some stupid joke about being ready for death to take him.

This particular evening he seemed perfectly energised and happy while doing homework with Evans in the corner of the common room. Sirius was sitting in one of the prime armchairs in front of the fireplace with James and Peter, and if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with repeatedly stealing glances at Moony and Evans, he would have seen that James was doing the same thing.

“Since when is Moony such good friends with Evans?” Peter unknowingly voiced what they were all thinking when the sound of Remus and Lily’s laughter filled the room momentarily.

“Nerd solidarity, I suppose,” Sirius mumbled, watching Remus push the sleeves of his jumper up, seemingly oblivious to how unexpectedly attractive that was.

“I never realised Ancient Runes homework was that much fun,” James mumbled, pouting slightly.

“Are you jealous, Prongs?” Sirius asked, a tickled grin spreading across his face.

“Aw, he is! Prongs is jealous!” Cackled Peter.

Just then, Remus walked over to them, still beaming. “Prongs is…” He glanced back at Lily over his shoulder. “Prongs is jealous?”

“No, I’m not,” James folded his arms over his chest, which didn’t help make his statement any more convincing.

“How curious,” Remus said brightly and made himself comfortable on the couch next to Peter while Sirius draped himself across the armchair, his head hanging off the side.

“D’you know what? I’m jealous too.” He looked over at Remus with a smirk.

“That’s messed up, Sirius. Lily’s the mother of James’ future children.”

“Who said anything about Evans?” Sirius locked eyes with Remus, that same smile still playing on his lips. For a second, Black thought he saw Moony blush, but he couldn’t tell whether it was just the flickering fire light playing tricks. Moony scrunched his eyebrows and turned away to point at the notice board.

“Did you lot see that? Hogsmeade dates have been posted.”

“Yeah, first one’s in a couple of weeks.” Peter nodded. “I’ve thought about this, and I think the best thing for me to do is ask Lydia if she wants to meet up in Three Broomsticks. Then she won’t feel like she has to spend the whole day with me...but if she wanted to, she could.”

“Wormtail.” Sirius impatiently propped himself back up. “Why wouldn’t she want to spend the day with you? You need to have more confidence, mate.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“No, it’s not. You think it was easy for me to listen to my dear mother list all the ways in which I’m a disappointment for years?”

“I didn’t mean--”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just saying, you can’t please everyone, but you can’t let that get to you. Lydia seems pretty interested in you, and even if it doesn’t work out in the end, well...c'est la vie,” Sirius ended his little pep talk with a shrug and Peter went back to his essay, looking slightly more bewildered than before.

“Anyway,” Remus enunciated slowly. “Perfect timing, I have just about enough chocolate to last me two weeks.”

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The heavy clouds above the castle seemed to be turning a darker shade of grey every day, and the sixth years were becoming more and more stressed with every lesson. Now that Remus had positively become friends with Lily Evans, he was thanking his lucky stars for it. He strongly suspected he might have lost his mind without someone to do Ancient Runes homework with.

He also noticed that Lily didn’t mind being in James’ immediate vicinity as much anymore, and James in turn had halted his incessant hitting on her for the time being. Remus had also noticed that Sirius hadn’t been spotted snogging or asking anyone out in quite a while; in fact, it hadn’t happened once since the beginning of term. He couldn’t help but harbour a secret hope that it would go on indefinitely and then he wouldn’t have to pretend that seeing Sirius with someone else didn’t bother him.

Although realistically, he didn’t really count on that. Especially since Sirius had come out about being bisexual. That just meant that now Sirius could choose out of twice the amount of people who were more attractive than his boring old friend.

Still, Remus could not refrain from coming up with imaginary scenarios in his head, in which Sirius would ask him out or confess his feelings for him, or kiss him… Initially, completely against his own will, Remus let his hopes go up just a tiny bit (that’s when the daydreaming started in full force), so he started avoiding Padfoot as a means of self preservation. That hadn’t lasted very long though, because Sirius interpreted that as Remus having a problem with him and confronted him about it...

This particular morning, a few days before the Hogsmeade trip, saw the castle brutally whipped by ice-cold rain. It was looking like their Saturday was going to be spent sipping butterbeer indoors instead of wandering around the village.

“You’ve got jam on your face, did you know?” Sirius grabbed a napkin without missing a beat, leaned over the breakfast-laden table, and dabbed the corner of Remus’ mouth. “There you go, skip along now, my love.”

Remus, who had just announced that he needed to leave to make it to Ancient Runes on time, felt his ears go ablaze, the colour spreading to his cheeks. He wasn’t sure why it startled him so much. Surely, Sirius would have done the same to either James or Peter, wouldn’t he have? That was just how he was. “Right,” Remus cleared his throat, gathering his composure. “I’ll see you lot at lunch then.”

“Wait up, Lupin!” Lily caught up with him in the middle of the entrance hall. “So I’ve noticed…” She began brightly, yet hesitantly but then trailed off. “Are...are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, what do you mean…” Remus tried to sound normal, very aware that he was still blushing. “What have you noticed?”

“Nothing. How did you get on with the Einang stone essay?”

They talked about their homework all the way to the sixth floor, but Remus couldn’t shake off the feeling that Lily was going to say something about the scene at breakfast. He wasn’t even sure that Peter and James had noticed it, but he had gathered by now that Lily was a lot more perceptive than most people. Plus, she kept giving him strange looks all throughout the Ancient Runes lesson and then it continued on the very windy grounds (it had stopped raining), during Care of Magical Creatures.

“Obviously, you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to, but...” Lily began, her voice ever so gentle, while they were making detailed sketches of fwoopers with notes about all their magical properties. “But can I ask you something personal?”

“You can ask, yes.”

“Do you like boys?”

Remus stared at her with a mixture of surprise and horror, until he felt a sharp pain in his hand - he had squeezed the little bird he was using for reference so tightly that it pecked at his flesh angrily. “Why-- Why do you ask?” He tried to sound politely surprised as he shook his hand in the air.

“Please don’t get upset with me,” Lily was gazing at him tentatively with her brow furrowed now. “I’ve noticed a while ago now, sometime last year… And then lately, since you and I... I couldn’t help it, really. I’ve seen the way you look at him, when you think that no one’s watching…”

Remus felt a strange mixture of his heart sinking and feel lighter all at once. Now that someone else knew, it felt like that would make it easier to carry this secret around, somehow. He blankly stared at his half finished sketch for a moment before speaking in a low, determined voice. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“You have my word.”

“Not that it matters anyway,” he added before he could stop himself.

“How do you mean? Is it because you’ve been friends for so long?”

“Well that too, but… I mean, look at me,” he laughed out uncomfortably rather with a roll of his eyes.

“Yes, I am…?”

“I’m about as exciting as Binns’ lessons, with a sweet bonus of ugly scars.”

Remus was surprised by how open he was with Lily. Curiously, it was really easy to talk to her about it. He’d shared so many secrets, confessions, and pains with his three friends, that sometimes he felt like he had maxed out, like he didn’t want to trouble them with any more of his problems. But it was different with Lily, perhaps because they were just becoming friends.

“I don’t think that about you at all, if you care to know,” she informed him, a strange spark lighting up her eyes. “I’ve grown to like you a lot lately and I can objectively say that you are tenfold better than what you seem to think about yourself.”

“You’re only saying that because you thought my friends and I were enormous pricks for years,” Remus smirked at her, feeling his heart grow to twice its size in his chest. “That’s a low bar.”

“Thought?” Lily grinned devilishly, making them both laugh. “Seriously, the more I’m getting to know you, the more I feel like maybe your friends can’t be all that awful after all. You are a beautiful person, Remus. You are!” She added when he rolled his eyes again.

“Sure, Evans.”

“I’ve heard he’s into boys too.” Lily ignored Lupin’s retort and then her face split into an excited smile.

Remus rolled his eyes once more… And yet, he couldn’t help but feel happier and lighter for the rest of the day, even when it started raining again towards the end of Cary of Magical Creatures.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #peter pettigrew #marauders #hogwarts #fanfic

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Wolves aren’t Dogs

Wolves aren’t dogs. There’s no other way to put it. And let’s face it, in most books that have anything to do with werewolves, they aren’t wolves either. In fact, fictional werewolves have as much to do with real wolves and wolves have to do with dogs. Fictional werewolves are mostly based on legends such as the loup-garou or are seemingly more out of control men that happen to go big and furry and form into strict hierarchical groups that for some reason hate women and homosexuals.

I wrote my book, the Lone Prospect, and formed my werewolves because I was tired of seeing these same tired, angsty, cursed werewolves that had nothing to do with actual wolves. After researching the different and very diverse origins of werewolves and their types, I started digging into wolves themselves and based my werewolves on actual anecdotal and scientific wolf behavior.

Wolves DO NOT like humans.

Of all the apex predators in the animal kingdom, wolves are the ones that have adapted to our presence the least. Coyotes accept us happily. Bears tolerate us and root in our garbage. Wolves hide out in their forest and are okay with our roads and that’s about it. (In fact, some wolves in Russia like to run up and down the highways for fun scaring all rational human beings as they howl.) As much as humans are afraid of wolves, wolves are equally afraid of humans. Wolves are shy. Like humans, they have a fight or flight instinct and unlike ours, theirs is geared to flight first, fight second. Unless a wolf is sick, they are highly unlikely to attack a human. A sick wolf is like any animal, out of control and looking to defend itself.

Because of this, wolves don’t domesticate. They aren’t pets. And they would prefer to stay as far away from us strange smelling two legged animals as possible. (There are a few exceptions.) If a human wants to interact with a wolf, they have to learn the wolf’s language and be accepted by the wolf. Because the wolf isn’t going to do it the other way around. Even if bred with a domesticated dog, a wolfdog prefers the companionship of their human and their human only and needs several square miles of land to roam about in as their instincts to hunt kick in.

About that.

Wolves are HUNTERS. PERIOD.

In domesticated dogs, we have all types, guard dogs, bird dogs, scent hounds, dogs who like running, deer hounds and big fluffy things that make big pillows. These dogs love us and we love them. Not so with wolves. Wolves do one thing very well. That’s hunt. Wolves are designed to track down and hunt prey in groups. In fact, the prey that they prefer, animals like deer, elk and moose, are much larger than they are and it is very difficult for a singular wolf to take them down alone.

Hunting for wolves is mostly an act of opportunity. They know how the animals in their territory move. They can find where their prey was and track it from there through scent. Then they work together using group tactics to kill the animal. Wolves don’t go and rip out the jugular of their prey. That’s the purview of action and horror movies. Real wolves bleed their prey out by attacking the front and hind end and scratching it until the animal tires and then they go for the belly, not the throat because the belly is where the good meat is. Contrary to popular belief, the largest animal doesn’t eat first either, the hungriest animal does.

Because they are wearing the prey animal down and trying to dodge horns and hooves, the wolves “tag team” their prey. Two or three will attack the animal while the others rest and watch. When one group of wolves is tired and the others are rested they’ll switch out. In fact, it is believed wolves are smart enough to form group attack tactics and remember them. Wolves know that it’s easier to see things from high up than lower down for instance and if there are ridges in their territory will look for their prey from there instead of in the gullies.

Like I said, wolves are smart. They are smart enough to know that once they get old and blind and maybe disabled that the humans also keep the easy meat penned up. Sheep and cattle are easy meat. And owners can ride horses, have fences and keep big dogs that are mean to scare the wolves away and the wolves will still be able to kill the sheep or cattle. Then the humans get angry and take to helicopters and kill the wolves. (Grimace.)

They also tend not to kill unnecessarily. Sure, you hear hunters complain about coming across a mostly uneaten wolf kill in the woods and how horrible it was that the wolf didn’t finish their food. This isn’t true! (In my opinion, the human hunter is jealous!) Wolves, like humans, are a species that actually save their food for later. Except, unlike humans, they don’t have big metal cold boxes to put it in. If the wolves kill something that’s too big to eat and it’s cold out, they’ll let the meat freeze and come back to it later. This is called cold caching.

Cold caching also helps other animals in the food chain from crows, to vultures, to the wandering coyote or even the bear that wakes up in the middle of winter and may need to eat to go back to sleep. This isn’t waste, but nature’s way of taking care of the entire ecosystem.

If I was going to put another shapeshifting species into the Heathens series, it’d be crows. In the wild, crows help wolves find prey and in return, wolves tear apart the bigger animal so that the crows can get smaller bits of meat. Animals can help each other, especially smart ones (like wolves and crows.)

Because their prey animals tend to be much bigger than they are, wolves live in groups that we call packs.

But the funny thing about packs is that wolf packs are actually FAMILIES.

Wolf packs are not in the wild groups of stranger wolves banding together to take down prey. No. Wolf packs are family units, a mother, a father and a bunch of siblings. Unlike dogs, wolves in the wild do not pack up with complete strangers. Dogs will group and form pack bonds with just about everybody, humans, different breeds, dogs they meet in the street. Not wolves. The only places that stranger wolves that aren’t related to each other live together is captivity. And as with most captivity situations, this changes things and is not good for the wolves. Only in captivity do wolves form groups with a strict hierarchy. Only in captivity will wolves kill their own pups. And only in captivity do males enter the den. None of this happens in the wild.

In the wild, wolf packs are wolf families that are all taking care of and learning from each other. There is no alpha, beta or omega. Mom makes the den for the puppies (and once she has them only she’s allowed inside.) Mom and dad teach the youngsters to hunt. And like all good parents, they allow their older children to lead the hunt in order for the older children to learn how. Then, when the older children leave they become “lone wolves” and may travel up to 800 miles in order to find a mate and create a new family group of their own. (And they may have to lure their mate away from their mate's family pack and just like in humans, mom and dad don't like this! They need the youngster to hunt, not leave! They'll make the lone wolf work to get their mate.)

Mom and dad and all the siblings do an equal part of emotional labor in taking care of the family group. Everybody hunts. Everybody takes care of the puppies and everybody plays together. Mom is just as likely to be in charge as dad. In fact, if mom is mean then one of her daughters might kill her and take care of her youngest siblings herself.

While neighboring wolf packs may be in competition with each other, they are also like your friendly neighbors. Mom and dad wolves mark the territory by peeing on it together. The nearer packs do the same, and if food is scarce they may fight each other over it. If food is plentiful, they are friendly neighbors who like to shout at each other long distance by howling or may get together and exchange greetings, shout and have a big old party. “Hey, hey, haven’t seen you in a while, how are you doing? Any interesting smells?” But they don’t ‘hang�� out on a regular basis and they wouldn’t get along in a dog park!

Wolves and dogs may look similar and seemingly act similar. They are two different species that are wired to do extremely different things. By understanding the differences and knowing about them, humans can set aside their fear and figure out how to coexist peacefully. And you know, maybe hide the easy meat or not encroach on their territory by putting their cattle in national parks and keeping a few rams in the sheep flock.

#wolf #wolves #wolf behavior #wolf science

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caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma · 4 years

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BTS as Sesame Street Characters

As a HUGE fan of both BTS and Sesame Street, I couldn’t help making comparisons between the two fandoms. Feel free to comment on my choices!

Kim Seokjin/Cookie Monster

Jin is so full of life and he expresses his love for his brothers and for his fans explicitly and without an ounce of shame. He also has a passion for food that is unmatched by any of the other members, and his level of intensity when it comes to food (while eating or preparing) is unparalleled. It doesn’t matter whether he’s acting cool and composed or derping out like a crackhead, we love him all the same and find him adorable and entertaining.

Cookie Monster, in the same regard, maintains his focus on what he thinks is most important: cookies. He is always happy to share his love for cookies with his friends and everyone knows what to expect when he wants to indulge in this obsession. He’ll try hard to maintain his composure, but then he’ll erupt into an excitable mess and start yelling. Sound familiar?

While one is known to use flowers to express his love, the other uses cookies...speaking of which...both of them have special relationships with their best friends (Cookie/Kookie).

Min Yoongi/Oscar the Grouch

Yoongi is well known as the grumpiest of all of the members, but it doesn’t mean he’s cold or heartless. In fact, he’s proven to us time and time again that there is an unbelievable softness lurking behind his savage comments and piercing cat eyes. He may act like he doesn’t want to be around people, but he’s just particular about who he allows into his inner circle. (There’s nothing wrong with that.) He spreads his love in his own way and never asks for anything in return.

Oscar the Grouch is more than just a cranky green monster living in a trashcan. He’s actually a very observant and carefree member of the Sesame Street community, and he is unapologetic for his demeanor or interests. Despite his surly attitude, he never spews anything hateful and subtly helps out those in need without needing or wanting recognition. He may tell people to “Scram” and he’ll toss out the sassy comments, but this green fluff ball is soft as well.

They both also make the same facial expressions.

Jung Hoseok/Grover

J-Hope is always a magical ball of sunshine and he dances to the song that plays in his heart. He’s full of joy and imagination and that comes through in everything that he does: dancing, rapping, singing, having fun with the other members. He also has a blinding smile and adorable voice that is highly recognizable.

Grover has the energy and imagination of a small child and he never loses his enthusiasm for life. The others in Sesame Street are instantly cheered whenever Grover appears because of his infectious personality. It doesn’t matter what Grover does, you can guarantee that it will bring a smile to your face.

They also both love to dance.

Kim Namjoon/Big Bird

Namjoon expresses himself through his lyrics and music, but he also asks big questions and encourages others to express themselves through deep thoughts and philosophy. He enjoys looking at life through different lenses and he loves to share moments with the people he loves. He’s always kind and patient and a source of strength and comfort to everyone.

Big Bird, as an icon and leader on Sesame Street from the very beginning, is also known for his insights and his heart the size of the community itself. He keeps everyone in his thoughts and is quick to come to the rescue when someone needs something. He also has his own collection of cute things that he keeps back at his nest, including his plushy friend Radar.

They also tend to break things without intending to, but we love them anyway.

Park Jimin/Ernie

Jimin is an effervescent force of nature who enjoys having fun and making people happy. His infectious laugh brings a smile to everyone’s face and he’s well known for his love of cute things and just being a sweet and caring person for no reason whatsoever. Whether he’s trying or not, no one can resist that adorable smile and that unyielding cuteness. He also loves to express himself in song and dance and we are completely enthralled when he does either one.

Ernie, in a similar fashion, shares his love for life and entertainment with everyone on Sesame Street. He walks around and makes sure everyone is happy and having a good day, even when he’s busy. His best friend, Bert, can be a little strange at times, but he always does his best to cheer him up and make him happy. He also gets such joy from singing and dancing, especially when it involves things he loves like his Rubber Ducky. (Squeak, Squeak)

Kim Taehyung/Bert

Taehyung may march to a different tune than the others, but it doesn’t diminish his shine one bit. He’s brilliant, passionate, and full of ideas that no one else would have considered. He enjoys a variety of things and takes pleasure in exploring interests that others may not find interesting, but they encourage him nonetheless. He has his own type of fun and makes sure that everyone around him never loses their spark. There’s also no way to match his random bursts of energy or his cute smile.

Bert is not like the other characters on Sesame Street, but that’s what makes him so special. He takes time to enjoy things others don’t appreciate like pigeons or paperclips, and the others don’t stifle his quirks. In fact, they celebrate him and find ways to show that they support him no matter what. The best thing about Bert is that he keeps everyone’s spirits up in his own special way.

Can we all just take a moment to appreciate these pairs and the goofy smiles they put on each other’s faces? #friendshipgoals #soulmates

Jeon Jungkook/Elmo

Jungkook is the Golden Maknae of the group and everyone continues to treat him like he’s still a baby. The man is literally in his 20s and the rest of the group still sees him as their precious baby Kookie. Despite that, he still shows us that he is growing more as an individual every day, even if he does tend to tease and annoy his hyungs with his playful antics. His passion for music and photography is admirable, and he is invariably determined to be the best at whatever endeavor he undertakes. It doesn’t matter how old he gets, he will always be an adorable ball of fluff in our eyes.

Elmo, as one of the later editions to Sesame Street, joined the ranks of icon with his sweet smile, his cute laugh, and his ability to connect with children of all ages. His red fur and playful personality remind us all to take some time to reconnect with our inner child. He also has a level of sass that is seriously underappreciated. It doesn’t matter who he talks to, Elmo always leaves them with a smile and overwhelming happiness. If ever someone is in need of a friend, Elmo is there to lend a furry hand.

Sunny days do indeed chase the clouds away, and whether we are enjoying entertainment from a collection of puppets or a group of gorgeous Korean boys, we will always find our way to where the air is sweet.

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Hunted Love Chpt.2

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As the man ‘V’ proceeded to get closer to the young woman she made sure to get out of there as fast as her legs could take her. Swiftly jumping from tree to tree with ease. Her mother always told her that hunters could never be trusted, if her mother was still walking these forest grounds, Ashley would be punished for helping the young man from the grey wolves. As she passed through, the recent event played over and over in the brunette's mind, this would be the first time she has ever gotten close to another person let alone it was a hunter. The young girl couldn’t concentrate at all, her mind was racing with questions and concerns. While on her pursuit back to her small cabin she lost her footing. It caused her to fall. But instead of landing on her feet as she usually would instead she landed directly on her bum. The way she felt was just about foreing to her. The act of saving the hunter would have never crossed the young lasses mind in the past.

She stood back up on her feet, brushing off the dirt and other earthly materials and headed her cabin again.

It wasn’t long before she arrived at her cabin back to her tiny home. Like usual, she found many species of birds perched around her cabin, along with its variety of squirrels and such. Ashley scanned the area and found her little possum friend watching through the window. After a few moments passed by, her friend finally took notice of her. She peaked her head up, her tired eyes scanned over the brunettes petite figure. With a small smile on her face, she walked up to the window and picked her furry friend up, and started to walk towards a small lake that happened to be nearby.

“..So what did they kill this time..?” the small creature asked.

“A buck, maybe about three years old,” She sighed sitting down by the water. Ashley was disappointed in herself, “My mother, she would be very furious with me, Sam,” Ashley looked away in shame.

“Ashley,” Sam started, “What happened? Did they see you?” Her furry friend started asking frantically. Sam placed her two front paws on the young maidens chest as she looked up at her.

“I’m still not sure about it myself but a pack of grey wolves found themselves at the sight of the buck along with the huntsman…The alpha attacked him! I couldn’t just sit there and watch!” Ashley exclaimed. Some of the animals could sense the young maidens distress and frustration and came along to see if they could comfort her. A raven flew down and landed on her knee, tilting its head while looking at the girl with concern in its eyes. The color of its feather reminded her of the color of the man's ebony hair. ‘V’ was still on her mind. This had never happened to her before, it puzzled her to the point she thought he did something to her.

“Gah!” she shouted, frightening some of the animals around her, “I feel like he did something to me!” she huffed out in exasperation, “He was just like every huntsman I’ve seen! Why won’t he leave my head? It’s confusing...Saaaaaam,” She layed down and looked up at the trees above, so little light passed through from what she could see, “Sam...What is wrong with me?” The tiny Albino being placed her tiny paws on the gals face and looked down at her friend concerned of her well-being, she didn’t know what to do with Ahsley.

“Maybe it’s because of how close you got to the man, let’s go do something to get your mind off of him,” Sam suggested. Asley nodded in agreement with her friend.

“Hey! Hey! V! You alright buddy? You’re zoning out on us,” Dante waved his hand in front of the ebony man's face, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Yes, I am alright just...Thinking that’s all,” The young man smiled, waving off his uncle's concern. The three men had arrived back home hours before concluding their successful hunting trip. Not once did the events slip his mind.

The soft, soothing voice that stopped the beast from attacking him and the gentle way she touched the grey wolf was almost unreal to him, like it was out of a fairy tale. The young gent couldn’t comprehend it. Questions flooded his mind, why was she there? How did she manage to calm such a predator down? Many questions and not enough answers. Who was she? He didn’t see much of her, none of her facial features all he had was the sound of her sweet, soothing voice.

The sun was setting quickly, V stood up from where he was sitting, “I think that’s enough ‘bounding time’ for the day. Feel free to let yourselves out when you please,” He waved them off as he made his way down the hallway.

“Oh come on, Veeeeeeeeeeee,” Dante wined. V sighed and looked back.

“Today really wore me out.. Especially after what transpired,” He made eye contact before making it back to his room. After closing the door the ebony male let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his dark locks. After composing himself he made his way to a laptop that was sitting on a desk near a window. Ruffeling from the sheets of his bed could be heard as a black cat popped up and out of the bed. An excited trill left her body along with a few meows. She weaved herself between her masters legs purring while looking up at him.

“Well now,” V picked up his pet, “You seem very excited to see me,” He smiled, scratching behind her soft ear. V placed her back down on the ground, grabbed his laptop, and sat down on his bed. The curious kitty jumped up on the bed with him and sat down next to him looking at the dim screen, watching him hastily type away. V didn’t know what he would find. He searched and searched but nothing came to use for him. Just information about the animals that reside within the forest and good hunting spots, not what he wanted. A particular article caught his eye, clicking on it he read through it.

Common for children to run off and play in the forest. Parents were okay with it but sometimes a child or two would get lost and they would have to send out a search party to look for them. As he read through, he found that most of the children that had gotten lost all said they were guided by a young lady. Claimed that when she was around the animals seemed more calm. A brunette with ocean colored eyes, a sweet smile, pale skin, and a soothing voice.

V found more articles like that, he noticed that it was in the same area as an orphanage...an orphanage his brother worked at with his fiancée.

“I need more answers..” He muttered under his breath, the feline next to him perked her head up and looked up at him, “Oh, I’m sorry shadow did I wake you?” She yawned and let out a meow which made him let out a small laugh. He closed his laptop, “I’ll look more into it,” He put his laptop away and headed off to sleep.

Night had fallen, the forest was almost asleep, Ashley was still wide awake the activities her furry friend had her do didn't help to distract her from the thoughts of the fair haired male. She wasn’t used to helping adults, mostly children that had gotten lost. The night's cool breeze passed through the open window, she sighed and sat up in her bed. Without waking her friend up she quietly made her way to the dark outside.

He was on her mind just as much as she was on his. They were from two different worlds. Her mother would always tell her that she wasn’t like the others. People who lived outside of the forest, out of her home, were all awful people, the real monsters didn’t walk the forest grounds. The monsters walked the concrete streets with lights that litter across in rows. So she was informed by her late mother who ventured out of the forest in the past. If her mother were here she would be scolded for doing the stuff that she has done. Whether it was for the children or V it didn’t matter to the older woman. Ashley looked at the night sky, stars shone down on her

As for V he was laying in his bed, wide awake. He couldn’t sleep. His mind was racing with thoughts about the encounter. It was strange to him, he wanted to know who she was back there, in the forest. V sat up in his place, shadow fast asleep in her bed. He swung his feet over and placed them on the cold hardwood floor. The man stood up and left his room and out his front door. V sat down on his porch and looked up at the sky. Frown spread across his face, no stars just street lights.

“Maybe I’ll go back..”

‘But for what?’ the young man thought. V couldn’t think straight. HIs mind was all over the place.

“I need to call Nero,”

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Wow look the end

#dmc #Dante #Vergil #oc #v #love in the air #yes

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windmilltothestars · 4 years

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Classic Who Secret Santa

Merry Christmas to @6-and-7! One of your requests was “Two, Jamie and Zoe investigating strange happenings in an idyllic winter village” and this is my fill for @classicwhosecretsanta! The ending will be posted in the next few hours and/or days! Apologies for not quite finishing on time:

Zoe had never seen snow before.

She’d arrived after all the nonsense with both the yetis and the Ice Warriors, and lived her life in a space station which of course never experienced natural precipitation. Jamie felt inclined to laugh at her about this, but as he caught the look of amazement in her eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. He and the Doctor momentarily grinned privately at each other before they went back to beaming and watching fact-touting, logical Zoe and her dawning wonder at the glimmering wintry world around her.

“Careful, it’s cold,” Jamie cautioned as she reached down to touch it.

“Well, of course it’s cold; particles only change their state of matter from liquid to solid under certain temperature conditions, and in the case of dihydrogen monoxide –”

“Ach, I know that, Zoe, I’m no’ that ignorant . . .”

“Well, you assumed I was ignorant to the fact that snow is cold!”

“Now, you two,” the Doctor began. “We mustn’t quarrel. Come, I think I see a village over that way. Let’s go and meet the locals, shall we?”

But neither of them was listening.

“Because sometimes,” Jamie was retorting, “ye’ll know facts, but ye’ll nae apply them when they’re important. Like why wear that wee little skirt when ye know it’ll be cold enough for snow?”

“Well, you’re still wearing your kilt as well!”

“Aye, but –”

He never finished the thought, as the Doctor had just pelted him in the side of the head with a snowball. He looked over at the Doctor momentarily, and the back at Zoe, smiling.

“But you know the best thing about snow, Zoe?”

She was nodding as she scooped up snow and formed a snowball in her little hands. “Yes, Jamie,” she replied, hurling it at the Doctor, where it splattered over his jacket, “I believe I do.”

A merry war ensued, as all three of them scooped up the snow with abandon and laughingly tried to strike each other with as many snowballs as possible while avoiding hits from the others. It did not end until they were all thoroughly soaked, and Zoe had fallen on her bare knees in the icy whiteness and begun to shiver.

“Oh dear, we’d best go into town and find you something warm to drink, my dear,” The Doctor said, pulling Zoe to her feet as Jamie chivalrously stripped off his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders.

Zoe could do nothing but sneeze and nod appreciatively and they put their arms around her and carefully tromped down the snow-covered hill toward brightly-lit buildings in the distance.

The hill was covered not only with lovely glistening snow but with handsome, fragrant, white-sprinkled spruce trees with lovely bright-colored birds building their nests. Further down the hill, they found a troop of bundled up children racing upward carrying a sled, where further down, their compatriots were building a snowman. The children barely looked at them as they passed, and when they did, they only muttered “Merry Christmas!” and continued with what they were doing.

“Awfully friendly place,” the Doctor commented as approached the cobblestone streets and the first cottages of the town.

As if to instantly reinforce this observation, three people came racing out of the town carrying several very large, very fluffy coats, and steaming mugs of tea.

“Merry Christmas!” they all chanted in unison. They were two young women and a young man, all dressed great-coats with festive scarves.

“You’re soaked to the bone, you poor dears!” exclaimed one of the women, the shorter one, with blonde hair. They all held up the furry coats to Jamie and Zoe; the Doctor was already wearing his own huge fur coat.

Once satisfied that Jamie and Zoe were sufficiently bundled, the young man offered them the tea. “So you can be warm inside and out!”

“And come inside and sit by the fire!” added the second woman, making to lead the way.

Jamie, Zoe and the Doctor all looked a little bemused.

“Well, thank you,” the Doctor said at last, as they began to follow her through the holly-decked, lamp-lighted, snowy cobblestone streets, “that’s very civil of you.”

“Oh, the master commands us to welcome all strangers! It’s his policy! He loves to meet new people!” the first girl said.

“The Master?” the Doctor asked warily.

“Oh yes!” the young man informed him. “The big boss around here. A very kindly and generous man – though a bit absentminded at times,” he laughed.

“He’s a wizard,” the first girl added, “a good wizard. He brought great joy and prosperity to our little village!”

“Oh, aye?” asked Jamie. “How’d he do that? And why d’ye reckon he’s a wizard?”

“Our village used to be overrun by conquerors,” the young man replied. “We had to obey their laws, give them all our resources – we were starved, we could never leave home, we could never celebrate our own culture. But they day after this man came to town, they were all gone. He told us we were free. And he was about to leave – but we asked him to stay a little longer. He said he’d stay a month or two on one condition – that we celebrated his favorite holiday – what earthlings call ‘Christmas’ – with all our hearts!”

“Fascinating,” said Zoe. “What sort of person knows and cares about Christmas, like an earthman, but has the sort of power or intelligence to get rid of alien invaders so quickly?”

“Well, we know exactly what sort of person does that,” Jamie said with a grin, knocking the Doctor on the back. “But he’s been with us this whole time!”

“Time!” exclaimed Zoe. “It wouldn’t be impossible, since he travels in time, that he was with us and he was here!”

“Eh?”

“I think we’d better meet this master of yours,” the Doctor told the lady leading them.

“Certainly,” she replied. “The master always wants to meet newcomers in town. You three can relax here in this inn by the fire, and I’ll go and tell him you’ve arrived!”

“Thank you, my dear,” said the Doctor.

“Say,” said Jamie, “what happened to that other lassie who was with us?”

#classicwhosecretsanta #6-and-7 #fan fic #christmas #unfinished #second doctor #jamie mccrimmon #zoe heriot

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timjmason · 5 years

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East of the Moon and West of the Sun

Once upon a time there was a miller. He had six sons and seven daughters. He worked hard every day, but however hard he worked, there never seemed to be enough money for all his children to be fed and clothed

His eldest son had a hole in his shoe, and his toes poked through.

The next one had holes in his socks and his ankles poked through.

The next one had holes in his trousers, and his knees poked through.

Another had a jersey that was more hole than wool and his elbows poked through.

Another had a shirt that was far too small, and his belly was naked to the wind.

And the youngest could only ever wear the clothes that his older brothers were not using that day -

and sometimes you saw his toes,

and sometimes you saw his ankles

and sometimes you saw his knees

and sometimes you saw his elbows

and sometimes you saw his belly

but most of the time you saw nothing at all but his head and shoulders, because he had to stay in bed, covered up in the one thin blanket.

The eldest daughter was so thin that you could play piano on her ribs.

The next sister was so thin that her eyes almost popped out of her head.

The next sister was so thin that if she turned sideways, you couldn't see her.

Another sister was so light that a gentle wind could blow her over.

Another sister was so light that she could ride on the back of a mouse.

The sixth sister was so light that a bird would think she was a feather

But the youngest sister, beloved of all, was the most beautiful girl in the village, and the young men would dream of her when the wind was high, and sigh for her when the wind was low, and they all loved her until their hearts ached. But she didn't notice She didn't care She didn't give a fig and passed them by with a toss of her long black hair and a flash of her dark black eye, which only made the young men fall even more deeply in love with her, so they pined away and became nearly as thin as the six sisters, taking so little care of themselves that their clothes were almost as ragged and tattered as the clothes of the six brothers. Then the mothers and the fathers of the village said that they must do something about the miller's daughter if they didn't want all their sons to fade away, and all their daughters to have to leave home to look for their husbands and never come back.

Then, one day, the big white bear who lived to the north, and who would sometimes exchange a tasty salmon for a pint of beer, came to the miller, and said to him, "Miller, if you will give me your youngest daughter, I will make you rich."

Well, the Miller loved his youngest daughter, and indeed, she was his favourite, but he loved his other children too, so when he thought about how thin his daughters were, and about how ragged were the clothes of his sons, he came to a decision. He went to talk to his daughter, and he said to her, "Listen, my love, the great white bear has asked for your hand. If you accept, we will be rich, and your brothers and your sisters will be able to buy some new clothes, and will eat enough to stop the wind from knocking them down. The bear is a handsome enough beast, and he is always very courteous when he comes here to barter his salmon. I've no doubt he will make a fine husband for you, even though he is a bit furry."

The daughter listened to her father, and she thought about it. It didn't seem right for a girl to be marrying a bear, even though he might be rich, and even though he might be well-behaved. So she told her father she would not give her hand to her strange suitor. The miller shrugged and turned away.

That night, it was as cold as cold could be, so cold that a man could not cry, for his eyes would freeze up, and the icicles shone in the trees like a million stars. The youngest son of all had to creep out of the house in the middle of the night to go to the loo; he had nothing to wear because his brothers had all the clothes, and in the morning, the miller found him shining like a block of ice and looking at him with a cold, cold, smile. So he went to his daughter and he said to her; "Listen, my love, you can see how hard it is for us all. We have not enough clothes to put on our backs, and your dear brother has been frozen to a block. If you will give your hand to the great white bear, we'll be able to buy fur coats for all the family, and we'll never freeze again."

The daughter listened to her father, and she thought about it. It still didn't seem right for a girl to be marrying a bear, however rich and courteous he may be, and so, although she was very sorry for her brother, she told her father that she could not give her hand to her strange suitor. The miller shrugged and turned away.

That night, the wind blew as hard as ever the wind had blown, and perhaps even harder than that; it rattled the windows, it knocked at the doors and it almost blew the heavy slate roof off the mill. Now, the eldest sister, who was out in the woods gathering fire-wood so that they would be warm that night, was so light and thin that she was picked up and swept into the air ; the last the miller saw of her, with her skirt spread out against the sky, she had joined the storm-birds up amongst the blackest clouds. So when he saw that, he went to his youngest daughter, and he said to her; "Listen, my love, it is not that much that I am asking of you. We have not enough food to put in our bellies, and your dear sister has been blown away with the storm birds. If you were to give your hand to the great white bear, we would be able to buy meat and bread for the family, and walk upon the ground even when the wind is blowing at its strongest."

The daughter listened to her father, and she thought about it. It still didn't seem right for a girl to be marrying a bear, however rich and courteous he might be, but she was very sorry for her brother, and she was very sorry for her sister, and to see her poor father so pained by what had happened to his children pulled at her heart. So she told him to let the bear know that she would marry him as soon as he wanted.

The wedding was quite an affair, and the mayor gave a long speech that no one listened to, and the young men felt that their hearts were gong to break forever; the young women (although they were extremely polite about it) were very pleased at the thought that the miller's daughter was leaving, as were the fathers and the mothers of the village. The bear danced with each of the sisters, and as he danced, the sisters seemed to fill out and get a little plumper. Then he danced with the brothers, and as he danced, it seemed that their clothes became as good as new. And when all had danced and eaten and drunk until they could dance, eat and drink no more, the bear summoned his carriage, and handed the youngest daughter into it, climbed up beside her and told his coachman to take them home.

The bear's home was a great castle, surrounded by a beautiful garden full of the most colourful of flowers. There were tulips, and daffodils, roses and hollyhocks as well as chrysanthemums, lupins and tiger-lilies. Inside the castle, there were long corridors, and large rooms with high ceilings and broad windows letting in the light. The bear showed her to her room, and then disappeared. The young woman sat at her dressing table and looked into her mirror; she saw the same face that she had always seen, and the same black hair and the same black eyes, but she felt that she would never be the same again.

Night came in upon the castle, and finally, she dressed herself in her bridal gown, blew out the candles and went to bed. She waited, a little frightened, for she believed that the bear, as any husband would, was coming to join her. Indeed, after a while, when the night was as black as night could be, someone slipped into the bed beside her. She reached out, expecting to feel the furry hide of her new husband, but instead, she found a man, with skin as smooth as silk. And so it happened that every day she spent alone in the castle, walking through the rooms, or leafing through the books in the library, and every night, she went to bed and she would be joined by her husband, the man with skin as smooth as silk. For somehow she knew that her husband was a bear by day and a man by night.

Now, although the nights, in the arms of her husband, were all she could wish for, the days, when she saw no-one, and spoke to no-one, were long and deadly, so one night she said to her husband, "Listen, my love, you must let me return to see my father, and my brothers and sisters, and to find out how they are getting along, for I have a great need of company. Remember, I have always had so many brothers and sisters that I am not used to being alone."

Her husband sighed, and he said to his wife, "My love, I expected you to ask for this, but it does not make my heart any the less heavy. I cannot refuse you, for I love you, but I must tell you that by going to visit your family you put me in great danger. So you must listen to me carefully. You may go and visit your father and your brothers and your sisters for three days and for two nights, but you must promise me not spend any time alone with your sister Elena, even though I know she is your greatest friend. For if you do, only harm may come of it."

Well, she had become quite fond of her husband, and so she made the promise that he asked of her, and set off to see her family in their new mansion. She found them as happy as they could be, for they had lost two sisters, and one brother was still standing, a block of ice, outside the old mill. All of them were thrilled to see her, and they came running out to greet her. Her brothers were all dressed in the finest and the warmest clothing that money could buy, and her sisters had all filled out, and were almost as beautiful as she. She spent the first day and the first night with them, playing the old games together, and chattering and dancing as if it were Christmas or somebody's birthday. However, she remembered not to allow Elena to take her aside and have one of those long sisterly chats that had been their delight before her marriage, and this although she saw that it pained her sister.

The second day and the second night, the fun and the happiness seemed to go on just as before, but it became harder and harder to avoid her sister, and harder and harder to avoid the pain in her sister's eyes. Just before they went to bed, Elena approached her, and said; "Listen, my beloved sister, it seems that your new estate has made you forget what once we were the one to the other, and you have forgotten the hours that we would spend, pouring out the depths of our hearts to one another. And you have forgotten the promise that we made so long ago, that we would always tell each other of our troubles and of our fortunes. But, oh my sister, I have not forgotten, and never would I do such a thing!'

The young wife went to her bed that night with a clouded mind. She thought of what her sister had said to her, and she thought of what her husband had said to her, and she thought of the promise that she had made to her husband, and she thought of the promise that she had made to her sister, and she said to herself; "It is true that I made a promise to my husband, but it is also true that I made a promise to my sister, even though it was a long time ago, and I had forgotten it. Is a promise to a husband stronger than a promise to a sister? Is a promise made long ago when I was a child more binding than a promise that I made but yesterday? Is it right that my husband should ask me to break my word to my sister? And is it right that my sister should ask me to break my word to my husband?" And she thought on these things all through the night.

When she awoke, all her brothers and her sisters were waiting for her, for all knew that it was their last day together. But Elena remained apart, her eyes to the ground, her hands falling from her lap, and she would not look at her sister, and she would not smile. Thus the morning went. In the afternoon, the eldest brother took out his fiddle, and the second eldest sister sat at the piano, and they played while the others danced and sang, yet Elena sat apart, and her eyes were on the ground, her hands were falling from her lap, and she would not look at her sister.

And as the shadows drew in to announce the end of the day and the beginning of the evening, the young wife's heart felt that it would break, so she drew her sister to one side, taking her back to the old mill, into the bedroom that they had shared for so long, and she said; "Listen, my beloved sister, do not look down upon the ground, but look into my eyes. For even though I made a promise to my husband that I would not speak alone with you, you see that my promise to you is the stronger." Then she told her sister all that there was to tell her about her new life, and about the man that would come to her bed when the night was as black as night could be, and whom she had never seen. Her sister listened, then she pondered, and then she said; "Listen, my beloved sister, it is not right that a wife should never see her husband. You must take with you this candle, and these matches, and this night, when your man is sleeping, light the candle to look upon the face of the man you have married, for a man he must be, even though you only ever see the white bear by light of day."

The young wife took the candles and she took the matches, putting them in her pocket and promising her sister that she would think of what she had said. Barely ten minutes later, the white bear's carriage came to collect the bride, and the white bear was in it, waiting for his young wife. When she mounted and sat beside him, he looked into her eyes, and then he glanced at her pocket, and he said; "Listen, my beloved, you must take care. For I do believe that you have spoken to your sister alone, and I do believe that she has said things to you that were better not to have been said." The young woman saw that her husband had read her like an open book, and so she did not try to conceal her fault, if fault there had been.

Then the bear said to her; "Listen, my beloved, if you truly love me, you will not follow the advice that your sister has given you, for if you do, only harm shall come of it." The girl promised to obey her husband, but that night, after the man beside her had fallen asleep, she heard her sister's voice inside her head, insisting that it was not right that a woman should never see her husband's face. The more she heard the voice, the more it seemed that what the voice said was true, until she could bear it no more. She rose, and pulled the candle and the matches from her pocket. With trembling fingers, she lit the candle, and held it over the form of the man who shared her bed.

There, revealed to her gaze was a young man of such beauty that her breath left her body. He had hair as black as her own, thick and lustrous. He had the stern and noble nose of an eagle, the firm, wide brow of the owl, the firm chin of a prince and the soft, red mouth of a young girl. Her heart turned over within her, and, unable to prevent herself, she bent to set one kiss upon his lips. But as she did so, her hand wavered, and three drops of wax spilled from the candle, to fall upon the young man's nightgown. Before her lips could press to his, his eyes opened, and he awoke. He drew back from her, and then his eyes locked upon hers.

If her eyes were black as the night, then his were the blue of a winter sky, and as she looked into them, she felt that she could feel the cold, cold wind upon her face. Then she felt his hands upon her shoulders, though whether they were the hands of the young man, or the heavy paws of her daytime husband, she could not be certain. His mouth opened, and whether she saw the white, even teeth of the young man, or the yellow fangs of her daytime husband, she could not be sure. He spoke, and whether it was the sweet voice of her nighttime companion, or the low, patient growl of her daytime husband she could not be positive. There was love in his voice that made her tremble for joy, and there was anger in his voice that made her tremble for fear. There was sorrow in his voice that made her tremble in sympathy, and there was hope in his voice that made her tremble in expectation.

He said; "Listen, my love, my wife. In another three days, if you had not seen my human face, the enchantment would have been broken, and I would have been yours for ever. But now, I must leave you, and go far, far from here, to be married to the witch's daughter. If you love me, you can still save me, but I may tell you no more than that you will find me in the castle that lies to the east of the moon and to the west of the sun. And, oh, my beloved, it is so very far from here, and it is so very difficult to find, that I fear for you, and I fear for me, for if you do not save me, then what life will I live for the rest of my days? Now, kiss me one last time, before I go, and then I shall leave you."

The young woman looked, and she saw that where the young man had been, there was only the white bear, with his heavy paws upon her shoulders, and his yellow fangs glinting at her in the light of the candle. She knew that it was her husband, and she leaned forward, and kissed him upon the muzzle, upon which he dropped his paws from her shoulders and shuffled slowly out of the room. She blew out the candle, and lay back upon the bed. A heavy cloud seemed to descend upon her, and she drifted into sleep.

The next morning, she awoke, cold and shivering. The castle was gone; she found that she had been sleeping upon a pile of damp leaves, beneath a tall tree. In the branches of the tree, sat a small, gaily coloured bird, looking at her with its head on one side. When the bird saw that she was awake, it gave a loud shriek and flew off, alighting upon another tree some distance away. Then it looked back at her, as if waiting for her to follow. She rose to her feet, and, not knowing what else she could do to find the castle east of the moon and west of the sun, she walked towards the bird. As she approached the second, tree, the bird gave another shriek, and flew off a little further, stopping once again to look back at the white bear's bride.

Proceeding in this way, she followed the bird through the forest, until they came to a small wood cabin, beneath a walnut tree. Sitting at the door of the cabin, was an old old woman, with three teeth in her head and an old pipe jammed between them. The bird alighted upon her shoulder, and watched as the young woman approached. The old woman looked up at her, took the pipe from between her teeth and blew out a rank smelling ring of smoke. Then she cackled, then she winked, and then she stood up and curtsied. "Ah," she cried, "so here's the silly princess who couldn't hold on to her prince! But tell me now, are you sure you want him back again? For to be sure, if you're silly, then he's a fool or else he never would have got you both into this pickle.'

The white bear's wife thought for a moment, considering the truth and the consequences of what the old woman had said. Then she answered; 'It is true that, if I had known then what I know now, I might not have done what I have done. And it is true that if my husband had not done as he has done, then he might not be where he is now. But ifs are made of candy-floss and might bes are made of moonshine; all I want now is to know the road to the castle that lies east of the moon and west of the sun, so that I can go and get him back again, for if he is a fool, he is my fool, and if I am silly, then it is with him that my silliness is most at ease. Please, can you tell me the way?"

Well, the old woman cackled again, but in a more friendly tone, this time. 'Ah, my dear," she said; "you may have a little more sense than I gave you credit for. Now, I do not know where this castle is, but if you go and ask my elder sister, she may be able to help you. All you have to do is to follow the bird, for he knows the way." With that, the old woman turned into her cabin, and cooked up a bowl of porridge, to help the young wife on her way. After they both had eaten, the young wife rose to her feet, and thanked her hostess, making ready to be on her way. However, the old woman laid one hand upon her sleeve, and with the other, reached up into the walnut tree and plucked a single nut. Then she said; "Here, my love. You must take this as a gift from me. Keep it by you, and do not open it until you come to the castle east of the moon and west of the sun, for there you may find that you need it." The young wife thanked her, took the nut, and put it in her pocket. Then she heard the little bird screech, and turned to follow him out into the forest.

She wandered for many days through the forest, eating nuts and berries, and sleeping under the trees. Ever she would follow the bird, as it flitted from tree to tree, until at last they came to a second cabin, that looked very much like the first, except that it was even older and more decrepit. Sitting on a stool outside the door was a woman who looked to be even older than the first, with two teeth in her head, and a pipe jammed between them. Once again, the bird alighted on her shoulders, and once again, the old woman took the pipe from between her teeth, and blew out a great stinking ring of smoke. Then she cackled, then she winked, then she stood up and curtsied. "Ah," she cried, "so here's the silly princess who couldn't hold on to her prince! But tell me now, are you sure you want him back again? For to be sure, if you're silly, then he's a fool or else he never would have got you both into this pickle.'

The white bear's bride had been thinking things over as she walked through the forest, but for the life of her, she could come up with no other answer than the one she had given to the crone's younger sister. So she repeated; 'It is true that, if I had known then what I know now, I might not have done what I have done. And it is true that if my husband had not done as he has done, then he might not be where he is now. But ifs are made of candy-floss and might bes are made of moonshine; all I want now is to know the road to the castle that lies east of the moon and west of the sun, so that I can go and get him back again, for if he is a fool, he is my fool, and if I am silly, then it is with him that my silliness is most at ease. Please, can you tell me the way?"

Once again, the old woman seemed to be satisfied with this reply, and like her sister, she offered the white bear's bride a meal. Then she told her that although she did not know the whereabouts of the castle that was east of the moon and west of the sun herself, her elder sister might, and that if the young woman would follow the little bird once again, he would take her to her sister's abode. "And now, ' she said, "before you go, there is a gift I would be giving you." And like her sister, she reached up into the walnut tree that grew beside her cabin, and took down one single walnut. "Here," she said, "keep this about your person, and do not open it until you come to the castle that is east of the moon and west of the sun, for then you may find that you have need of it." The white bear's wife thanked her, and set out once again to follow the bird through the forest.

As before, she wandered for days, eating nuts and berries, and sleeping under the trees, until she came to yet another ramshackle cabin, beneath a walnut tree. Sitting in the doorway was a woman who looked even older than her two sisters, and in her mouth there was nothing but the blackened stump of one tooth, and although she had no pipe, when the bird alighted on her shoulder, and she looked up to see who was approaching, she blew out a large stinking ring of smoke. Then she cackled, then she winked, then she stood up and curtsied. "Ah," she cried, "so here's the silly princess who couldn't hold on to her prince! But tell me now, are you certain that you want him back again? For to be sure, if you're silly, then he's a fool or else he never would have got you both into this pickle.'

Now the white bear's bride had been thinking this over as she wandered through the forest, but still she could find no other answer than the one that she had given to the first and to the second old crones, and so she replied; 'It is true that, if I had known then what I know now, I might not have done what I have done. And it is true that if my husband had not done as he has done, then he might not be where he is now. But ifs are made of candy-floss and might bes are made of moonshine; all I want now is to know the road to the castle that lies east of the moon and west of the sun, so that I can go and get him back again, for if he is a fool, he is my fool, and if I am silly, then it is with him that my silliness is most at ease. Please, can you tell me the way?"

The old woman looked at her, her head on one side, as if she were herself the bird that was perched upon her shoulder, and she said; "Is that the best you can come up with then? Well, you are young and you do not know the world as I know it, and there's no use in my telling you about it, because you would not believe me if I did. But tell me now, is it the bear that you love or the prince?" The white bear's bride had also been wondering about this as she made her way through the forest, so she did not take long to make up her mind to her reply; "Old lady, I love the man that is in the bear, and I love the bear that the man is in. I married them both, and I want them both, but if I can't have the one, then I shall take the other, for either would be better than the empty space that is in my heart while I am so far from him."

The old woman nodded, as if this was the answer that she had expected, and then she said "I cannot tell you where the castle itself is, but I can tell you that to find it, you must first go and ask the east wind. Now the bird will take you to the wind, but when you have found it, you must send the bird back to me, for otherwise, your quest will end in grief. Now sit down, while a cook you a meal, for you will be needing something inside your belly." So the young woman sat down, and the old woman cooked a meal, and when they had eaten, she reached up into the tree above the cabin and picked just one walnut, giving it to the white bear's bride and warning her not to lose it, or to open it until she should come to the castle that lay east of the moon and west of the sun.

So the white bear's bride set out once again, following the little bird as it flew from tree to tree, eating nuts and berries, and sleeping under the trees, until she came to the very end of the world. And there she spied the east wind, so she waved a last good-bye to the bird, and went and sat upon a rock and waited for the wind to notice her. At last, the wind, which had been busy blowing the leaves off tress and fluffing up the crests of the waves, turned to her and asked her what she was doing, waiting upon a rock in this wild and lonely place. So she told him all her story, from the very beginning, and then asked him if he knew where the castle was that was east of the moon and west of the sun.

The east wind thought about this for a while, and then he said; "It is lucky for you, young woman, that I know your sister, for it was I that carried her away that day, and she told me of the proud beauty that would not marry the white bear, even though her brothers were dying of cold, and her sisters were wasting to nothing in front of her eyes. She was glad to come with me, and to take the burden off your father's back a little, even though she regretted not having the time to say good-bye. But now, I suppose you are not so proud as you were then, and for your sister's sake I will take you, for I loved her well. So hop on my back, and I will take you to my brother, the west wind, for he may know where your castle is to be found."

The white bear's wife answered nothing, for she was a little ashamed of herself when she remembered the pride that had been hers before the bear took her to be his bride. She climbed upon the east wind's back, and away they soared, across the seas and across the lands, until they came to the end of the world. There the east wind let her climb off his back, and she thanked him for his kindness, and then perched herself upon a rock until the west wind should notice her, for he was busy rattling the eaves and the shutters of the houses, and blowing up waves upon the ocean. But finally, he looked down and saw her there, and asked her what her business was and why she was waiting upon a rock in this cold and lonely place.

So the young woman told her story, from the beginning to the end, and then she asked him if he knew where the castle was, that lay east of the moon and west of the sun. Well, the west wind pondered for a moment, and then he said; "It is lucky for you that I know your sister, for my brother, the east wind brought her to me, because, although he loved her well, he could not bring a smile to her poor sad face. She told me how it was that you were too proud to take the white bear to be your husband, even though your brothers were dying of cold and your sisters were wasting away to nothing in front of your eyes. I suppose that you are not so proud now as you were then, and for your sister's sake, because I loved her well, I will take you to my brother, the south wind, who may indeed know where the castle is that you seek. Climb onto my back, and we shall be off."

Now, once again, the white bear's wife answered nothing, for she was indeed ashamed when she thought of the sad life that her sister must be living. On the back of the west wind, she travelled over the oceans and over the continents, until she came to the end of the world, where the wind set her down. She thanked him, then sat upon a rock waiting for the south wind to notice her, for he was busy blowing sandstorms up in the desert and cracking the wild waves against the tumbling cliffs. But after a while, he looked down, and when he saw her, he asked her what she was doing, waiting in such a bleak and desolate place.

Once again, the white bear's wife told her story; the wind pondered for a moment, and then he said ; "It is lucky for you that I know your sister, for my brother, the west wind brought her to me, because, although he loved her well, he could not bring a smile to her poor sad face. She told me how it was that you were too proud to take the white bear to be your husband, even though your brothers were dying of cold and your sisters were wasting away to nothing in front of your eyes. I suppose that you are not so proud now as you were then, and for your sister's sake, because I loved her well, I will take you to my brother, the north wind, who may indeed know where the castle is that you seek. Climb onto my back, and we shall be off."

Well, what could the young woman say. she hung her head, thinking of the hard life that her sister must be leading, and wishing that she had done many things that she had not done, and that she had not done many things that she had done. Nevertheless, she climbed upon the back of the South wind, travelling over oceans and continents, until once again, she came to the end of the world. She looked around her, to see that she was surrounded by cold and icy mountains and that icicles hung from the very clouds. After thanking the South wind for his kindness, she stood upon the freezing rocks, and waited for the North wind to finish blowing the roofs off houses, and battering ships to their graves in the wild wild sea. Finally, he noticed her, and stopped what he was doing for a moment, giving some respite to the shivering householders and the terrified mariners. Once again, she explained her errand, telling her story from beginning to end. The North wind listened, and then he let out a short laugh, which emerged as an icy breeze which froze the air around her head and turned her ears first pink and then blue.

"Well," he said, "I have a surprise for you. Step upon my back and meet my wife, for I think you know her!" Well, of course, who should the wife of the North wind be but the long lost sister. She greeted the white bear's bride joyfully, and said that she should take no notice of what the east wind, the west wind and the south wind had said about her, for it was indeed a strange thing to ask of a young girl to marry a bear. Moreover, if the bear's bride had married the bear straight away, then she, the wife of the North wind, would never have met her husband, so really all was well that ended well. Then she told her that her husband did know where the castle was that was east of the moon and west of the moon, for, she said proudly, he was the strongest of the four winds, and he had been over the whole world, from one corner to the other.

So the North wind flexed his mighty muscles, and carried the two sisters across the oceans and across the continents, and as they flew, his wife told her sister that they had been to the very castle to which he was taking her not long ago. There was a beautiful young prince there, with hair as black as the night, the nose of an eagle and eyes so blue that they looked like the winter sky. He lived in the castle with an old lady, who some believed to be an ogress, and her daughter; very soon, he was to marry the daughter. When the white bear's wife heard this, she knew that she would need all her courage and all her wits if she was to win her husband back again. She felt in her pocket, and she found the three walnuts and she gripped them tight in her hands.

At last, they arrived at a long, golden beach, and above the beach there was a tall, golden castle, with spires that seemed to reach to the very sky. The wind set his wife and his sister down upon the sand, and then said that he would return for them whenever his wife should call, but that now he was very busy, for there were houses to destroy, ships to sink and cliffs to crumble into the sea. With that, he was off, howling across the oceans and the continents, and his wife watched him on his way with a fond smile and the trace of a tear about her eye.

"Now," she said, "I will give you all the help that I can, for I have been given certain powers by my husband. I can float upon the air, and waft wherever I will, and I am so thin, that if I do not wish to be seen, then I will not. But in the main, this is your task, and you must do it as you see fit."

It was evening time, and the sky was full of stars. The white bear's wife sat beneath the castle walls, and she thought and she listened. After a while, she heard a voice, and she looked up. A young woman was sitting at a window, looking out over the sea, and as she gazed at the waves, she sang a song.

In three short days, 'tis my wedding day By the stars that shine on the sea. If I had a gown made of those stars Then I know my love would love me

The white bear's wife picked one of the walnuts from her pocket and looked at it thoughtfully. Then she closed her eyes tight, and sent her thoughts and her mind winging back the way she had come, upon the backs of the winds and following the bird through the forest, back to the third cabin, with the oldest woman with only one tooth, and then back to the second cabin, where the old woman had two teeth, and then back again to the first cabin in which lived the old woman with the three teeth, and she looked down upon the woman, who looked back up at her, and winked one eye, and cackled and curtsied, just as she had done on the day that first she saw her. Then the young woman opened the first walnut, reached into it and slowly teased out a gown of finest cotton, the colours of which shimmered like the stars in the sky, and it was full of the light of the stars. She put the dress on, and it fit her as if it had been made for her, which, of course, it had, and then she walked upon the sand, and she walked in the full view of the young woman who was sitting in the window.

"Who are you, that walk thus upon the sands in the light of the stars?" called down the young woman. The bear's wife looked up and saw a face the beauty of which mirrored her own, but while she was dark, the other was fair, and while her face was an open book, the face of the other was a closed mystery. She called up to the face at the window, "I heard your song, and thought that you would wish to see the dress."

"Give it to me," said the girl at the window, "for I am to be married to the most beautiful man in the world, and I would wear that gown for my wedding day."

"I will give it to you, if you will let me pass the night with your husband to be."

The fair woman in the window laughed, and said to her, "Come on up. I will go to him and tell him to expect you." But while the bear's wife was hurrying up towards the castle, and waiting for the gate to open, the bride-to-be went to her fiancé with a cup full of wine, and told him that it was a nightcap, to help him sleep through the night before the night before the night before the night they would be wed. The prince took, the cup, and drank the wine, and soon it was clear that the fair girl had said nothing but the truth, for he fell into a deep sleep. So when the bear's wife had given the gown that was the colour of the stars to her rival, and entered the room, she found that she could not wake her husband, or speak to him to remind him of the things he had forgotten. So she kissed him once upon his red red lips, and lay down beside him, to spend a last night with the man who had been the white bear.

In the morning, she left the castle, and went to find her sister, who was blowing ripples upon the water as it washed up upon the sand. "Listen, my beloved sister," said the North wind's wife, "I suspect that the young woman and her mother are up to some tricks. I will see what I can see." Light as a leaf upon the autumn wind, the young woman rose up in the air, and wafted over the castle, turning herself this way and that, so that anyone who might have looked in her direction could never be sure of what he saw. She floated down into the castle, and crept through the many chambers, until she came to an inner bedroom, where the fair young woman was talking to her mother.

The mother was tall, and slender, and as beautiful as her daughter, but her hair was the colour of flame, and her eyes were as green as emeralds. There was danger for all but the boldest men in the tilt of her chin, and in her smile there was a threat and a promise. "Well, my daughter," she was saying, "I hope you know what you are doing, for you know as well as I do who this young woman is."

"Yes mother," the daughter answered, "but with the magic that we have woven around him, he has forgotten all about her."

"Ah," said her mother, "that is easy, for what man will not forget an old flame when he has two new ones, each as beautiful as we are. But if he sees her again, he will remember, and if he remembers, you will surely lose him, for she wants him far more than you do, and she will fight the harder."

"Mother, he did not see her, and he could not see her, for I gave him a drink that made him sleep the whole night through. Tonight I shall give him another, and the night after that, I shall give him yet another. Then it will be our wedding day, and he will be mine."

Then the North wind's wife slipped out of the castle, and went to tell her sister all that she had heard. The bear's wife sat by the shore, and she lost herself in thought. The night fell, and this night there were no stars, for the moon was as full as a moon can be, and shone upon the sea, the sand and upon the castle. After a while, the bear's wife heard a voice, coming from the castle, and she looked up, and she saw her rival, sitting at the window again, and singing a song

In two short days, 'tis my wedding day By the moon that shines on the sea If I had a gown made of the light of the moon Then I know my love would love me

Once again, the bear's wife reached into her pocket, and took out the second walnut. Then she closed her eyes tight, and sent her thoughts and her mind winging back the way she had come, upon the backs of the winds and following the bird through the forest, back to the third cabin, with the oldest woman with only one tooth, and then back to the second cabin, where the old woman had two teeth, and she looked down upon the woman, who looked back up at her, and winked one eye, and cackled and curtsied, just as she had done on the day that first she saw her. Then the young woman opened the second walnut, reached into it and slowly teased out a gown of finest satin, the colours of which shimmered like the moon in the sky, and it was full of the light of the moon. She put the dress on, and it fit her as if it had been made for her, which, of course, it had, and then she walked upon the sand, and she walked in the full view of the young woman who was sitting in the window.

"Who are you, that walk thus upon the sands in the light of the stars?" called down the young woman.

The bear's wife looked up and called to the face at the window, "I heard your song, and thought that you would wish to see the dress."

"Give it to me," said the girl at the window, "for I am to be married to the most beautiful man in the world, and I would wear that gown for my wedding day."

"I will give it to you, if you will let me pass a second night with your husband to be."

The fair woman in the window laughed, and said to her, "Come on up. I will go to him and tell him to expect you."

But as before, while the bear's wife was hurrying up towards the castle, and waiting for the gate to open, the bride-to-be went to fetch her fiancé a cup full of wine. The North wind's wife intending to forewarn the prince, floated up into the air, but just as she crossed the battlements, the fiancées mother saw her, and with a laugh blew her back over the sea, twisting and turning like a leaf in an autumn gale. The young woman brought the wine to the prince and told him that it was a nightcap, to help him sleep through the night before the night before the night they would be wed. The prince took, the cup, and drank the wine, and soon it was clear that the fair girl had said nothing but the truth, for he fell into a deep sleep. So when the bear's wife had given the gown that was the colour of the moon to her rival, and entered the room, she found that she could not wake her husband, or speak to him to remind him of the things he had forgotten. So she kissed him once upon his red red lips, and lay down beside him, to spend a last night with the man who had been the white bear. In the morning, she found her sister sitting by the sea, blowing the water into angry wavelets.

"Ah, said the North wind's wife, "I have not been with my dear husband long enough to learn how to command the breezes and the bluster, for if I had, that woman would never have had the better of me, and I would have warned your husband not to drink the wine. And now, through my foolishness and vanity, you have lost him forever."

"Sister, dear sister, listen to me," said the white bear's bride. "We should never give up until we are sure we have truly lost. I will not abandon hope before I have seen them in each others arms on their wedding night, and I know that he has truly, truly forgotten me. For remember what the red-headed witch said.? If ever he should see me, he is mine."

So the two sisters waited through the long long day. The sun was close to the horizon, blood red and golden, when the bear's wife heard her rival's voice again. Once more she was singing a song :

In two short days, 'tis my wedding day By the sun that shines on the sea If I had a gown made of the light of the sun Then I know my love would love me.

The white bear's wife smiled to herself, and this time she was sure of what she must do. She plunged her hand into her pocket, and pulled out the last walnut. Without pausing to think, or to send her mind and her thoughts back to the third old woman, she cracked open the nut, and drew out, inch by inch, the most beautiful gown that has ever been seen upon the face of the earth. It was of the finest Chinese silk, and it held the colours of the setting sun in every stitch. She put the gown on, and it fitted her as if it had been made for her, which it had, and she danced upon the sand, the light of the sun and the light of her dress reflecting back the one from the other, until the waves of the sea did not know from where they should be sending their sparkling iridescence. As she danced, the bear's wife heard a gasp from the window, and she looked up to see her rival looking down at her with envy in her eyes. Neither of them spoke, for each knew what the other wanted. Dancing slowly across the sand, the white bear's wife made towards the castle gate.

Her sister, seeing what was happening, opened up her heart, and silently called to her husband. Then she turned towards the castle, floating up into the air like a feather rising in the heat. As she drew over the battlements, she saw that the red-headed woman was waiting for her, but this time, as the witch puffed up her cheeks, the wild North-wind caught her by her heavy skirts and sent her billowing into the sky. She turned to grapple with him, and witch and wind were carried, struggling the one with the other, over the stormy sea. Turning her back upon the sight, the North wind's wife floated through the castle's corridors, until she came to the prince's room. There she did not make herself visible, but whispered her message in his ear, barely seconds before the fair young woman entered with her nightly potion.

"Take this," she said, ' and it will help you to sleep through the night before the night that we are wed."

He smiled, and thanked her, but he heard a small voice that seemed to come from inside his head, warning him not to take the offered drink. As soon as his betrothed's back was turned, he tipped the contents of the cup out of the window, and lay upon the bed to see what would be. Some ten minutes later, after giving the gown the colour of the sun to her rival, the white bear's wife slipped into his room, and then into his bed. You can imagine her joy when she discovered that her husband was awake. As for him, no sooner did he see her face above his own, as she leaned to kiss him once again upon his red red lips, than the spell of forgetfulness fell from his mind, and he recognized his proud and wilful wife.

The next day, the fair young woman woke to find her mother gone. This did not prevent her from going ahead with the wedding preparations, for she was determined that today she would be married. She chivvied the kitchen staff, she berated the waiters, she pestered the priest until the hour came when the great bell struck, and her prince walked from his chamber into the court-yard of the castle. At the very same moment, the North wind, somewhat out of breath, but looking very pleased with himself, deposited the bride's mother, looking a little flustered but with a merry eye, on the castle battlements. The prince looked at his bride-to-be, and looked at his mother-in-law to be, and they were so beautiful, that for a moment, he forgot his resolve, but as he glanced once more towards his wife, his spirits cleared, and he stepped forward, holding in his arms a folded nightgown.

"Listen, my dear ladies," he said, "if I am to be married, I wish to be sure that I will have a good wife. Therefore, I will give my hand to no woman who cannot wash the three drops of wax from off this nightgown." The bride-to-be looked at her mother, who flicked a contemptuous eye-brow. The young woman turned towards the prince, and looked him in the eye. "If you think," she said, "that I would marry a prince so as to do his washing, you had better think again." Then she shrugged her shoulders and turned away, biting her lip, because, after all, he was such a very pretty young man.

The prince turned towards the dark young woman, who stepped forward in her turn, looking up at the fair one's mother, who flicked her eye-brow yet again and pursed her lips. "If you think," said the dark one, "that I would marry a white bear so as to do his washing, you had better think again." The prince looked abashed, and stepped back. "However," she continued, "I do recognize those three drops of wax as my own doing, and so I will not refuse to wash them from your nightgown.' And she took it from his hands, and held it up to the light. "But you can damn well iron it yourself," she murmured, so that only he could hear.

With that, she walked from the castle, down to the sea and lay the nightgown in the waves. She took three walnut shells from her pocket, and scraped the wax away from the gown, shook it out and the North wind carried it up far into the air, where the heat of the sun dried it out. The wind returned it to his sister-in-law, who gave it to her husband, and so as not to waste the wedding feast, they got married all over again.

The next day, the north wind took his wife, and her sister, and her husband upon his back, and carried them back to the miller's house. The wind had given a rendezvous to his brothers there, and the south wind, which was warm and dry after a trip across the desert, thawed out the frozen brother, who was overjoyed to be returned to his brothers and his sisters. And three of the sisters married the South wind, the West wind and the East wind, while the sixth stayed home and looked after her father, and played havoc with the hearts of the young men of the village, until the mothers and fathers wished that another bear would come and take her away as well. As for the sons, they married the fair young woman in the castle east of the moon and west of the sun, and a hard but merry time of it she gave them.

As for the red-headed witch, well, I do believe that whenever the North wind had it in mind to take a change from his wise, but rather leafy wife, he would off and romp with her for a day or two, for they had come to something of an understanding during their tussle for the prince's heart. As to the bird and the three old women, I don't know what happened to them, for they were never seen or heard of again. But sometimes, the red-headed witch opens wide her emerald green eyes, pouts her lips and blows out a perfect ring of foul-smelling smoke. And then she winks. But no-one has ever heard her cackle and I do not think that she curtsies to anyone.

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The MidCin Suitors’ Date to Build-A-Bear Workshop

This is my very first headcanon... I don’t know if this particular one has been done and I don’t care. I’ve been going to Build-A-Bear lately and so this idea has been in the back of my head... so I hope it’s good especially since I’m terrible at headcanons and I’ve never done them before and will never do them again because aaaaah! The real queens of headcanons: @oh-my-otome @acrispyapple @rizosrojizos @queenmarchella @princessdiarymdc

Alyn: He’s not excited. At all. Even though he’s never been, he doesn’t find “building” a stuffed animal enjoyable, but nonetheless, he agreed to go with you.The entire time, he’s cringing as you pick out the cutest bear you can find, rubbing the tiny heart against your chest, and brushing off all the little loose ends. He starts to wonder why he even bothered to come, until he realizes that you’re picking out clothes for the bear that match his uniform. You tell him it’s because when he’s gone, you’ll always have a little Alyn to hold until he gets back. For the first time since he’s walked into the store, he smiles, helping you pick out the rest of tiny pieces of clothing, right down to the underwear. Of course, if it’s going to look like him, then it needs to LOOK LIKE HIM! As you two playfully bicker over tiny articles of clothing, he’s pulling you into an embrace as you both dress the little bear, whispering in your ear that you save the undressing part for the real Alyn.

Louis: The laughter and excitement of all the children running around instantly puts a smile on his face. Hearing rumors about the store, it was actually his idea to bring you here, prepared to pay for any kind of stuffed animal you wanted. Dragging him by the hand all throughout the store, you had trouble picking out the right one. A bear? A dog? A cat? Too bad there weren’t any birds.. You wanted it to be worth his time, so you had to find just the right one. Finally, you find a handsome little black dragon, Toothless. Not at all surprised with your choice, Louis is a little overjoyed that you found something that would make you so happy. Planting a small kiss on your forehead, he tells you to go get him ready so you two can pick out any accessories you may want. Giddy with joy, you run over to pick out the deflated pillow of Toothless. Meanwhile, he’s picking out a heart, recording himself saying “I love you so much”, telling the bear-stuffer to sneak it inside the stuffed animal while you weren’t looking.

Giles: In utter disbelief at how many pieces of clothing they have for these tiny toys, he takes his time examining each one. You had convinced him to get a couple’s pair, one for him and one for you. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that idea, but he went along with it anyways. Nothing was really catching his eye until he spotted the Princess collection. Calling you over, he was more than happy to go over each dress with you, picking out the right one, but something still didn’t feel right. Happy that he was finally turning around and enjoying himself, but now you were starting to get worried that he was going to go a bit overboard. You suggest that perhaps they just get the stuffed animal, no clothing, no accessories. Just a simple bear, or cat, in his case. Yes, sometimes simple is the best path. It took a lot of hassle out of the process, and in the end, he agreed with your choice, as it was the best one. From time to time, while he’s working, he’ll glance over at the teddy cat he chose for himself, always thinking of you when he did, secretly planning another trip there when they release more characters to choose from.

Leo: This wasn’t his first time taking a girl to Build-A-Bear, so he knew his way around. His cute little princess needed a cute little cuddle buddy for her bed at night. Unfortunately, today was a busy day to be at the tiny little store, making it hard to even see your choices, let alone get a good look at them. It wasn’t just kids, either, it was other couples, too. Valentine’s Day was just not a good day to be there. You ask to leave, overwhelmed by the crowd, and frankly, you were starting to loose interest. A little disappointed, Leo agrees, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable or out of place. Days pass, and you’re busy with your work. Forgetting all about the failed date, you head back into your office to see a little white cardboard “house” sitting on your desk with a large red bow. Opening it up, you pull out a gorgeous red bear, holding a sweet love note from Leo, stating that he hoped this would hold you off until the next time he can take you. No one had ever really done this for your before, and you’re a little caught off guard as your cheeks ache from your large smile. Sighing as your heart elevates, you pull the sweet bear into your arms, feeling as if he were the one you were hugging.

Byron: Unfamiliar with the idea of “stuffed animals” as toys for children, he’s more than eager to go exploring. There are so many choices to choose from, each animal with its own personality! You’re happy to see that you’re not the only one enjoying themselves. After careful consideration, Bryon hints at a blue bear with a star pattern. You can’t get over how cute he’s being as he helps you make a wish with the heart before it gets stuffed inside. Toting the bear around, to carry the load for you, of course, Byron even manages to find a little eye-patch and cape to go along with your new furry friend, or his “temporary hug replacement,” you assumed. Even down to the little black boots. Leaving the store, Byron finally hands over “Little Byron” (as you so promptly named it) to you, telling you he always wants you to keep him close, especially when work keeps him busy. Touched, and even a little teary eyed, you stand up on your tippy-toes to give him a quick kiss as thanks. One night, you hug the bear, realizing that he had a scent badge inside, lavender, to help lull you to sleep as you thought of him. Missing Byron had never been so easy and so difficult.

Robert: The last time he had been to this store was when you were both younger, when he took you as your tutor. Teddy bears, to Robert, were a very important staple to childhood, and even to love, of all shapes and sizes. They had a reputation of giving warmth and love, a precious gift. This place even offered more than just teddy bears, a spectacle on its own. It amazed him that anyone could create any kind of little companion they wanted, but for his precious love, he was drawn to the horses. Confused, you weren’t sure why he was so dead set on getting you a horse. The bears, cats, dogs, and other animals were just as cute, if not, cuter. It didn’t seem as cuddly as a bear, but it was still adorable. Taking notice to your expression, Robert wraps you up in warm embrace, resting his cheek against your head as he explained that every princess should have a valiant steed to take her where she desired, even in her dreams. You can’t help but smile at his strange, somewhat cheesy, reasoning. Convinced, you picked out the unicorn, rainbow mane and all, naming it “Robert.” He had mixed feelings about that, but was happy nonetheless.

Sid: You practically had to DRAG him here by the ankles as he dug his fingers into the floor, nearly kicking and screaming the whole way. Promising him it wasn’t as bad as it sounds, he still didn’t want to be seen at a place like this... until he opened his eyes and took in the magic. They had Pokédolls... POKEMON DOLLS! Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Squirtle, Charmander, Eevee, Vulpix, Meowth! He had to have them all. Just as excited as he was, while he was drooling over the adorable Bulbasaur and Vulpix, you were squealing over the Pokemon outfits they had for them all! Almost melting into a puddle on the spot, Sid realizes he’s more attracted to you as you release your inner nerd, but the feelings were mutual. It just seemed like the more time you spent with each other, the more you found out how much you had in common, building on the love you two had. Hours later, the two of your are walking out with AT LEAST two of each one, outfits and all. Finally arriving home, you notice that there’s an extra set of Vulpix and Eevee, no outfits or anything. While he’s busy setting them all up atop your vanity, you sneak away with the odd ball dolls, just outside your bedroom door, hoping he wouldn’t notice. They both smelled good, Vulpix like bubblegum and Eevee like honey. Squeezing the Vulpix, your face turns red as you hear “I love you, my sweet little vixen.”

Nico: You were starting to think Nico was enjoying this date a lot more than you as he ravaged through the store. Picking out your couple’s pair, he convinced you to put the cotton candy scent inside yours while he put the chocolate scent inside his. Afterwards, he was determined to make his doll look as cute and cool as possible. Little sunglasses, a rockin’ shirt, leather jacket, anything he could get his grabby little paws on. You two were having fun, and you were happy that this date turned out to be successful. Getting back in line, he choose the cutest bunny doll he could find. Perplexed, you ask him what he was up to; you didn’t think he was going to want ANOTHER one so soon. He said he would feel bad coming to a place this great and not getting one for Albert. Eyes sparkling, you get back in line to choose one for Byron. Together, you two made a dashing little Al and little King Byron, later deciding they were too good to give away. Despite taking the time to make the perfect teddy bear, Nico still prefers to hold and cuddle you at night.

Rayvis: This was no game. You made the mistake of telling him you wanted to make a little teddy bear that would remind you of him, especially if he ever got too busy or went away. Every suggestion you made was responded with “No” or “I don’t look like that” or “That’s... no.” It was starting to drain the fun out of everything, but then you spotted the Beast. You two had just watched the movie recently, and he enjoyed it with you. Pulling the ragged base out of the bin, you put on your best sparkling face, to BEG, as you present it to him. Eyeing down the flat thing, he picks it up and rubs the material between his fingers as he examines the face before whispering “It’s perfect.” Glee overtakes you as you get the little furry Beast stuffed. When you’re done, you see him scouring the store for the outfit, which was perfect as he plucked it from the hanger. He even found the little rose to match. Drafting up the birth certificate, you name him “My Little Beast Rayvis.” When you get home, you take the doll into your arms and begin to waltz with it, giggling the entire time, but not for too long before the real Rayvis cuts in, apologizing to his teddy bear form, and finishes off the dance with you, pulling you close.

Albert: Naturally, Al was immediately drawn to the brown bunnies, commenting on how much they look like little Benjamin. So, of course, you pick it. Stuffing it, giving him a little heart, you go to the clothes. Finding little glasses, little trousers, and even a little jacket, Al becomes suspicious. This bunny was starting to look awfully like a little Albert. You assure him that you’re not making it look like him, lying through your teeth as you picked out a little stuffed sword. Convinced you were making it look like him, he suggests a different jacket, even different trousers, but you don’t budge. This little bunny was going to stay like this. Playing along, Al suggest getting a horse, because a valiant little knight needs his trusted steed, especially if he was going to protect his princess. Giggling, you say that this little knight is all she needs, no steed required. A little envious, Al pulls you into a quick hug. In a way, he’s touched that you would want a little bunny knight by your side, but deep down, he’s worried that someone just butted him out of nightly cuddles.

#midnight cinderella #midcin #headcanon #midcin headcanon #build-a-bear #Alyn Crawford #Louis Howard #Giles Christophe #Leo Crawford #Byron Wagner #Robert Branche #Sid Arnault #Nico Meier #Rayvis Harneit #Albert Burckhardt #writing by starlit

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