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binbogummy · 5 months ago

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Humans are —

Chapter 4

Any and all previously set chapter limits have officially been thrown out the window. Will be writing for this one until I'm satisfied~

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By the time lunch rolled around, the rain outside was still falling at a light drizzle, continuing to tap faintly against the bookshop’s windows. Inside, the warm glow of the shop’s lighting reflected on the polished wooden surfaces, casting a serene atmosphere over the quiet afternoon.

Aziraphale had, of course, taken it upon himself to prepare lunch. He’d insisted you stay cozy in the guest room until it was ready, but you’d managed to convince him to let you join him downstairs.

Still wrapped in one of his heavier knitted blankets, you sat at a small, round table in one of the bookshop’s cozier nooks.

"I've prepared just the thing for such a dreary afternoon," Aziraphale announced proudly as he placed two small, steaming bowls on your respective sides of the table, along with a plate of five or so neatly stacked and golden brown 'cheese toasties' between you.

You smiled brightly at the sight. Tomato soup and grilled cheese, a classic. The soup was garnished with a bit of cream and basil and the gooey centers of the sandwiches were just visible from where they'd been cut in half, diagonally of course.

"And for dessert-" he gestured to a small tray off to the side, "Some lemon drizzle cake~"

You couldn't deny that this was beyond delightful and drummed your feet happily against the floor as he set everything out. "Ahh! It looks awesome!" You cheered and Aziraphale seemed to preen at the praise, sitting across from you and smoothing a napkin over his lap. His delight in orchestrating moments like this was infectious, and after this morning, you were doing your best to honor his request and allow yourself to enjoy it all wholeheartedly.

"Please, enjoy~" He prompted and you happily complied, snagging one of the sandwich halves from the tray and dipping the corner into the soup before taking a bite.

It was just as nostalgic as you'd hoped, but the basily flavor of the 'bisque', as he had eventually referred to it, was a nice extra touch and your happy little shimmy returned with a satisfied hum as you dipped again.

You still weren't the most talkative thanks to the mild discomfort in your head and chest, but Aziraphale filled the silence eagerly, chittering about the littlest of occurrence on Wickber Street over the last few weeks, or whatever he'd read in the daily paper this morning. And knowing the cause now, never once did your silence bother him. Instead, he seemingly pulled just as much engagement from your enthusiastic nods and agreeing hums.

Aziraphale carefully dabbed at the corner of his mouth with a napkin, setting it aside before continuing.

"Oh! You know that little bakery down the street? The one with the blue shutters?"

You hummed in acknowledgment, tucking into your second grilled cheese.

"That's where I got this little morsel this morning," He nodded to the small, rectangular cake on the table, "and apparently they've just won an award from the Shopkeepers and Street Traders Association for their éclairs! Best in Soho, apparently. Though between you and me," he leaned in conspiratorially, "I'm not entirely sure how they managed it. They tend to use a bit too much chocolate icing, don't you think?"

You swallowed your mouthful and gave a small nod, adding a soft hum of agreement to his critique.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed, delighted by your silent validation. "Now, I do think their fruit tarts are rather divine, but the éclairs? A touch overrated, if you ask me."

You lifted a hand, tilting it back and forth as if to say, 'They're alright'.

"Ah, precisely!" Aziraphale said, grinning broadly. "Not terrible, of course, but out of everything they have to offer they certainly wouldn't have been my first choice for an award."

"Love a good fruit tart," you agreed raspily.

He nodded solemnly, then gestured toward your bowl. "How's your soup? Quite to your liking?"

"Mmhm!" You nodded happily, prepared to give your thanks again when suddenly-

"Well, looky here~"

You'd been the only one startled in that moment, while Aziraphale was already prepared with a gentle scolding.

"Crowley, I'm most certain I had asked you to start using the door."

"Did you? Must have forgotten. Used it last night though, didn't I?" The demon shrugged with casual indifference, stopping a few yards away from your table, his hands in his pockets as he scrutinized your little lunch date. "Hope I'm not interrupting, Aziraphale. I guess you finally decided to open that bed and breakfast after all?"

"We're having lunch actually. You'll do well to note the time of day. "Aziraphale corrected and you had to bite your lip to stop a laugh.

"Anyway," Crowley continued, shaking his head in your direction, "I was in the neighborhood again, thought I might stop by to check on our little patient."

It was then you noticed him looking you up and down and you were forced to swallow your pride then and there.

You were still in the nightgown, now donning a pair of soft, knee-high stockings Aziraphale had given you this morning to come downstairs in.

They happened to match terribly well, and you were also terribly comfy. But you also knew that Crowley knew that Aziraphale was the only person capable of wearing you down and getting you into such soft attire. And the demon was surely eating up the fact that you'd actually let him.

This morning however, you'd decided to own it. And when Crowley's smirk widened at the sight of you bundled up and eating lunch in bedclothes in the middle of the day, you looked right at him and took a proud bite of your grilled cheese as if to say, 'Yeah? What about it?" Which, of course, only made him snicker.

"Surprised to see you up and about. Thought the angel'd have you locked down in bed all day." Crowley drawled, his voice dripping with amusement.

You rolled your eyes and were about to cut in with how silly that was, when Aziraphale beat you to it with a rather different response.

"Oh, absolutely," Aziraphale interjected, his tone kind but firm. "She'll be back upstairs safe and sound right after lunch. Rest is the best medicine, after all." You turned to the angel in mild surprise, but he continued. "Quite considerate of you to be worried for her, though, Crowley." Aziraphale mused, before nodding to you graciously. "As you can see , I've everything under control, and with a bit of time we're sure to see her safely on the mend!" The angel announced proudly and Crowley's eyes shifted to you.

Deciding to brush your apparent early bed-time under the rug, you just laughed and rolled your eyes, "Yes, thank you, Aziraphale.

Crowley let out a little hum and Aziraphale perked up with a thought, gesturing toward the empty chair at your table. "Do join us, Crowley. There's plenty of soup left, and I'd be happy to fetch you a bowl."

"Soup, eh?" Crowley slid into the chair with an air of exaggerated indifference, his long legs stretching out beneath the table. "Suppose I could be convinced."

"Oh, it's quite good," Aziraphale seemed to look at you for reassurance and you quickly nodded, making a point to clean the remaining soup from the inside of your bowl with your last bit of sandwich before popping it in your mouth.

"S'awsome!" You mumbled though your mouthful.

The angel grinned proudly once again, "Oh, yes~ I've had plenty of time to learn to cook as of late with— well, you know!" He seemed to rush past the last part of his sentence with a dismissive wave to Crowley, but you didn't give it much thought. "I'll fetch you some now!" Aziraphale rose immediately, bustling off to the kitchen with a speed that suggested he was thrilled to have another guest to feed.

Crowley waited until Aziraphale was well out of earshot, his gaze trailing lazily after the angel as he disappeared into the kitchen. Then, with a sharp tilt of his head in your direction, he cocked a brow when he noticed the way you'd also been staring in the direction Aziraphale had disappeared with a barely visible frown.

"Something on your mind, love? Not enjoying the royal treatment?"

"Huh?" You turned to him in questioning surprise before being cut off with a cough. "Oh, no no, nothing like that." You assured him. "Aziraphale has been really sweet,"

"But~" Crowley, prompted leaning forward as he sensed the unsaid addition to your words.

You laughed half-heartedly, distractedly taking a slice of the lemon cake for yourself. "He's been perfectly sweet, but–"

Before you could finish, Aziraphale reappeared, carrying a fresh bowl of soup and a smaller plate with an extra grilled cheese. "Here we are!" he announced cheerfully, setting the food down in front of Crowley with a waiter's precision. "Freshly prepared, just for you."

Crowley regarded the food with a critical eye, then gave a slow nod of approval.

"Isn't it always lovely to have company for a meal? The more the merrier, I say!", Aziraphale beamed as he took his seat again, slicing himself a small piece of the cake as well.

When lunchtime eventually came to an end, Aziraphale began picking up empty plates and clearing the table. The angel's enthusiasm for hosting left little room for anyone else to pitch in, and when you sat up with your bowl and the intention to follow him with it to the sink, it was instead taken from you with the gentle order to stay seated.

"No no, you're still recovering, my dear, and I won't have you overexerting yourself." He stated, stacking the bowls, plates and silverware together with ease to take them all to the sink in a single trip.

Crowley let out a low chuckle, swirling the last bit of soup in his bowl before downing it like a shot and handing it to Aziraphale as he bustled off. "If the angel wants to do it himself, let him do it himself, I say."

Aziraphale disappeared into the kitchen with his arms full of dishes but seemed to reappear in the same breath, drying his hands on a tea towel and smiling warmly at you and Crowley.

"Well, my dear, I believe that's quite enough excitement for the time being. Time to get you back upstairs."

"Awww, already?"

Crowley snickered, reclining lazily in his chair and resting one ankle on his opposite knee. "Better just let him tuck you in again and save yourself the effort."

Aziraphale gave Crowley a reproachful glance before turning his gentle but firm attention back to you. "I must insist. Rest is paramount. A little lunch and pleasant conversation are all well and good, but you've only just started your recovery. We mustn't overdo it."

You blinked at him, "Overdo it? Really?" You deadpanned and then grinned as Aziraphale practically swept you up from behind with a huff, coaxing you out of your chair and toward the staircase. "Okay okay, I'm going!" You laughed

"Good girl, now up you go!" He urged you up kindly when you reached the base of the stairs. "I've some soup left on the stove to put away but I'll be up in just a moment to see you settled."

You nodded humorously. Truth be told, being sick did have a special way of sapping your strength, so going back to bed, even at 2pm in the afternoon, wouldn't be the worst thing in the world right now.

Aziraphale waited by the bottom of the stairs until you'd ascended all the way, giving a satisfied nod once you'd disappeared from sight before hurrying to finish his clean up.

He passed Crowley on the way, slowing down as the demon leaned back to give him a toothy grin.

"Don't, Crowley, I know that look. You've been smiling like that since you arrived," Aziraphale scolded as he pushed in the chairs at the table. His tone was clipped but familiar, the kind of reprimand he reserved for the kind of attitude he was entirely too used to. "If you've nothing of value to contribute, kindly keep your cynical way of thinking to yourself."

"Oh, sure, sure," Crowley nodded and leaned back, balancing precariously on the back legs of his chair. "Wouldn't dream of interfering. Just thought you might be enjoying this a bit too much, is all." The demon drawled teasingly.

Aziraphale froze mid-step, a faint flush creeping up his neck as he turned his back to the other man and continued to the kitchen. "I'm afraid I've not the faintest idea as to what you're referring to," he replied haughtily, but Crowley stood with a stretch to follow.

"Oh, come on now. Don't play coy. I know you, Angel. You've got that little twinkle in your eye, that spring in your step. Positively glowing with purpose this afternoon, aren't we?"

Aziraphale sniffed offendedly as he removed a still steaming pot from the stove, but feigned indifference at the demon's words. "There's nothing wrong with taking care of those we care about, Crowley. If you ever tried it yourself you might also find it quite... rewarding."

"Mmhmm, course," Crowley nodded with mock agreement, leaning against the kitchen doorway "Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, doesn't it? Having someone to look after. Something to do~"

The angel rolled his eyes but didn't grace the demon's teasing with further response, just pulling a clean ladle from a drawer and finding a small container in one of his cupboards.

"Don't get me wrong, though, Angel. I think it's sweet. Really. You've cooked up quite the roundabout way to take pleasure in another's suffering. Bit cheeky, don't you think~?"

That was it. Aziraphale turned sharply to the demon, ladle still in hand and his expression halfway between scandalized and defensive as his glare cut through the kitchen. "Crowley! That is a terrible thing to say," he scolded indignantly, though his ears burned crimson. "Her being unwell is hardly something to find satisfaction in and my intentions are only to see her back to proper form as soon as possible."

Before Crowley could respond, Aziraphale gently threw down his ladle and closed the distance between them, aggressively shooing him out the door. "Out. Go on, shoo. If you've come here just to needle me you can show yourself out. Some of us have responsibilities to attend to. Ones you've clearly no hope in understanding."

Crowley held up his hands in mock surrender, still grinning as he was backed toward the doorway

"Teasing! You know I'm only teasing! We're both bored as can be after all."

Aziraphale huffed and stepped away, rolling his eyes again with an exasperated sigh, "Really, what's gotten into you lately? Keep your wild assumptions to yourself, and if you're so bored and must stick around, then make yourself useful. Go... I don't know, fetch her something she likes? Bring her spirits up a bit?"

Crowley chuckled softly, sauntering back to his chair with the smug satisfaction of someone who felt that they'd proved their point. "Oh, I'll stick around, Angel. But useful? That's asking a bit much, don't you think?"

The angel shook his head to himself and returned to the kitchen, finally giving the leftover soup a pensive stir before beginning to ladle it into a container.

Once everything had been tidied up and properly stored away, he joined you upstairs.

After climbing the steps and making his way to the guest room, he paused at the door.

His hand hovered above the knob as Crowley's teasing echoed faintly in his mind. The nerve of some demons, really, he thought, his lips pressing into a thin line before he shook himself free of his sour mood and replaced his frown with a small smile as he gently opened the door to step inside.

The room was just as neatly arranged as he'd left it earlier that morning, with the bed still perfectly made. But there you were, perched on the edge, your knees slightly drawn up and the blanket he'd insisted you carry with you draped loosely over your shoulders. Your focus was distant, your eyes fixed lazily on the rug, but the sound of the door caught your attention, and your expression shifted into a warm smile as you looked up at him.

You laughed softly, your expression humorous but not defiant. "I'm sorry," you apologized, your voice light and tired. "You made it up so nice. It didn't feel right to mess it up." You explained glancing down at neatly arranged pillows and smooth quilt.

"My dear, you should be lying down," Aziraphale remarked immediately as he crossed the room with soft but purposeful steps.

Aziraphale let out a little huff and shook his head as the smallest bit of irritation leftover from his interaction with Crowley managed to slip through. "Poppycock," he declared firmly, earning a quiet giggle from you as his hands moved to gently lift the blanket from your shoulders and fold it over his arm. "You mustn't feel shy about getting comfortable. This is your space for now, and you're to make full use of it."

He gestured for you to sit up so he could undo his careful work and with quick, precise

movements, he flung the knit blanket over the top, folded the quilt down, and arranged everything just so. When he was seemingly satisfied, he stepped back and gestured to the now-inviting bed with an encouraging but no-nonsense smile. "There we are, now, in you go!"

You giggled again and complied, sliding into bed. You didn't have so much as a chance to pull the blankets up yourself before he got to work doing it for you. "Thanks, Azi." You mumbled sweetly through a cough as your head fell slowly into the pillow.

Laying down almost immediately began to ease the weak ache in your head and neck.

"Think nothing of it, my dear, think nothing of it." He insisted, fussing with the edges of the blankets until they were perfectly aligned. Then, his hand moved to your forehead, the cool touch startling but comforting as he checked your temperature.

After a moment he frowned faintly, adjusting the pressure of his hand a few times as if trying to double-check his findings. "Still a bit feverish," he murmured, his brows knitting with concern.

Your lips parted to apologize instinctively, but before you could speak, he continued. "But that's to be expected. Fevers don't disappear in a matter of hours, after all. You'll just need a bit more time in bed."

His tone lightened halfway through as if sensing your guilt and working to nip it in the bud. He stepped back, clasping his hands together. "No need to fret I'll fetch you some fever reducers and an ice pack. They'll be sure to help." His smile brightened. "I'll be back posthaste!"

And back posthaste he was, pouring you a glass of cold water and handing you two little, blue oblong pills to take. Sitting up a bit to do so, you graciously accepted, finishing off the rest of the glass afterwards as well and earning a bit of praise from the angel as he eased you back down.

"Very good, you'll need plenty of fluids. Staying hydrated is an essential part to any recovery. And most certainly to breaking a fever " He instructed idly, placing the ice pack securely on your forehead

You nodded slowly and with half lidded eyes, the pack slipping slightly with the weary movement.

Lying down only emphasized how heavy a fever could make your entire body feel. The soothing coolness of the ice pack, paired with the comforting weight and warmth of the blankets anchoring you to the mattress made the idea of rest impossible to argue with; if not entirely welcome.

Aziraphale fussed over you for a few more moments, ensuring the ice pack was perfectly positioned and the blankets were tucked just so. "There. All settled for a good nap. I'll be in to check on you shortly and will be up to wake you when dinner is ready, but I'd like you to get as much rest as you can until then."

You made a faint, drowsy sound of acknowledgment and the angel smiled down at you.

He lingered for a moment longer, expression fond and protective as he watched your eyes fall shut and your breathing grow slow and steady; a sure sign you had fully surrendered to rest. Only then did he bend down slightly, murmuring something so softly that the words were completely lost to you in your already half-asleep haze.

And then, with a quiet exhale, he straightened and stepped away, careful not to disturb the soft stillness in the air as he exited the room with a gentle click of the door; already busying himself by recounting in his mind the small list of things he'd need for dinner.

#good omens #GO #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #ineffable dads #platonic good omens x reader #good omens x reader #if I had to guess then 6 chapters #probably 6 #maybe #Crowley making fun as if he didn't bring you there on purpose

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tienkou · 5 months ago

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@sinshosted

A brief speech was made from Mrs. Cassiel, a less short, very blonde lady at the end of the long table while her husband, Mr. Cassiel, a slightly pudgy dark-haired man, stood attentively by her side. Mrs. Cassiel spoke about the terrorist attack on the Nameless City and Aeria's kidnapping - and how as a mother, she felt her heart drop when she couldn't contact her daughter that day. Mr. Cassiel, half-a-head shorter than his wife, gently took his wife's hand in support.

"When I got the call from my daugher," Mrs. Cassiel explained, "I was so relieved. And I was so very grateful that my daughter's friend risked herself to protect and rescue my daughter."

"And therefore on behalf of the entire Cassiel family, I would like to take the time to thank our guest of honor Ms. Ire, " said Mrs. Cassiel, "You will always be an honored friend of our family. Your trials are our trials too. "

Polite clapping could be heard from the rest of the table. Aeria was clapping the most enthusiastic of all. The brief twitch of her curled thumb and index finger towards her lips hinted at what she really wanted to do, but her mother bonked her shoulder with an amused look.

She and Hannah clapped at the same intensity as Aeria.

All eyes were on Ava, waiting to see how she would reply.

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15 minutes earlier: Only half of the people present at the cocktail party were able to actually enter for the dinner party. It seems the excluded ones were people who were not exactly invited to the event, but they were well-wishers, so Aeria said they couldn't be impolite to them. What was left was approximately sixty people from the hundred and fifty or so. The foyer that the attendants led them through was very wide and filled with bookcases and vases and decorations. She could hear the ooo's and ahh's as the attendant spoke about the history of the artifacts here. The only thing that interested her was a cast iron pan in the glass case; she thought it was a shame. Cast iron pans were meant to be used - a cooking implement passed on from generation to generation. It was a five minute walk to their destination. And what awaited them was a long rectangular table with multiple plates and glasses. The dining room itself had a big fireplace that was unlit with decorative vases filled with plants. The gardens and the moon could be seen through the curved windows overhead - as though they were in a living room that was converted to a dining room. It would probably be nice to lie on the table and bask in the sun. Aeria's parents and the rest of her family were all sitting at the far end. Aeria and Ava were sitting together near Aeria's family, and Hannah and she were across from them. A small gap of two chairs-worth of people were between their group and the rest of the people.

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As attention was directed to Ava, Chi's fingers swiped onto the saved video on her phone, preparing to play it. Aeria had asked Hannah and herself for back-up plans to help make things less stressful for Ava. The same attention that Aeria craved was the sort of attention Ava did not like - the water that the lily thrives on drowns the cactus.

And though drawing attention was the type of thing her sister or Aeria did, she knew the generalities to do so.

Loudness in a quiet place was a very good generality.

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brainyxbat · 9 months ago

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Chapter 26: That Looks Gator-Ish! Luffy, Run to the Royal Tomb!

(episode 123)

As Luffy continued to struggle against Crocodile, Robin and Cobra arrived at the Mortuary Temple, west of the palace. They stopped at the ascending, stone staircase. "So this is the Royal Tomb," She remarked, "Where the bodies of generations of kings sleep." She turned to Cobra. "Where's the Poneglyph?" Without a word, he approached a statue featuring a cat-fish hybrid, and pushed it aside to face the path; a rectangular section of the ground rose up, revealing a staircase going under the ground. "Hidden stairs!" They headed down, with her walking ahead of him.

"The Poneglyph is deep underground. Normally, people aren't even aware of Poneglyphs' existence."

"What's happening behind the scenes is deep," Robin cut him off, "Even if countries belong to the World Government, it doesn't mean their kings know everything. You aren't to be blamed; since you probably didn't know there was someone in this world who can decipher them."

"You can read Poneglyphs?" Cobra asked with surprise.

"Yes. That's why Crocodile and I teamed up. Because of that, he can't kill me." She suddenly stopped walking. "It's likely that the Poneglyph in this country tells where Pluton is." She turned to Cobra with a piercing stare. "Isn't that right?"

"Alabasta's royal family has been obligated for generations to protect it. That's all it is to us."

"Protect?! Don't make me laugh!" After he tensed up, they continued their trek. "What an impressive-looking place," She remarked after they reached the tomb.

"It's behind the doors in the back."

Now eager, she opened the large doors, and walked deeper inside, while Cobra stayed back. "Indeed..."

Meanwhile, Usopp and Zoro were still searching for the cannoneer. Or at least, Zoro was; Usopp seemed to be taking a different approach. He seemed to be imitating Crocodile, down to his laugh, and a gold piece on his right hand. "You small fry!" He mocked.

Zoro swung a hard punch to his head. "What the heck are you doing?!"

"What am I doing?!" Usopp glared. "I'm trying to put myself in Crocodile's shoes! Like if I were him, where would I shoot a cannon from?"

"Forget it! Just look for the cannoneer! We've got less than five minutes!"

'Five more minutes!' Chopper ran through the streets in Walk Point with Nami. 'A million lives will be blown up in five minutes! We gotta hurry; we gotta hurry up, and find the cannoneer!'

"Chopper!" She turned to him. "Can't you find the guy using your nose?"

"I can't. The smell of gunpowder is all over the town!"

"Then... listen; find the smell of "a cannoneer who may be aiming at the center of the Square"."

"What kind of smell is that?"

"How should I know?! Try your best!"

"What?!"

Elsewhere, Sanji was dashing like mad, carrying a slower Venus on his back. 'A cannonball that can blow up a 5k diameter,' He thought, before screeching to a sudden stop. "Wait; then it must be big."

"What're we stopping for?!" Venus exclaimed, but he was too deep in his analysis.

"If it is to be shot from a cannon, it won't travel very far. Then it should be closer to the Square after all?!" He went to run back the way they came, but stopped himself. "Ahh! We don't time to go around!" He fussed, and to Venus' surprise, he kicked a hole into a building close by. "We'll take a shortcut!"

"Good thinking!" Venus beamed, keeping her grip firm.

"How is it from the sky, Pell?!" Vivi called out.

"I searched every corner of the rooftops of the buildings near the Square, but I saw no preparation for a cannon anywhere."

"Then... it might be from somewhere inside a building."

"I'll search all of them!"

"Okay!"

In the Royal Tomb, as four minutes until the cannonball would be shot in the Square, Cobra watched from sitting by the doors, as Robin looked over the stone Poneglyph before her silently. "Did it tell you what you wanted to know?" He didn't receive an answer, as she still read it over.

"Aren't there any others?! Is this all this country is hiding?"

"You're not satisfied? I kept my promise."

"Yes..."

Just then, someone else entered: Crocodile! "Just as you'd expect from a national secret; no matter how desperately you search, it can't be found unless you know where it is. So this is the Poneglyph, huh, Nico Robin?"

"That didn't take long," She remarked.

"It's strange, or how should I put it... we you able to decipher it?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now read the so-called Poneglyph."

She turned back to the stone block, and read aloud. "Kahira conquered Alabasta... in Sky Ephemeris Year 239. In 260, Taymer ruled the Bitain Dynasty. In 306, the Taff Cathedral was completed in Erumalu. In 325, the hero Mamdin of Oltia-"

The impatient Crocodile stopped her reading. "Hey, hey, wait, wait! Is that what we wanna know?! Who cares about the history of this country? Just tell me the location of the world's most disastrous "military power" that is sleeping in this country! Where is the Pluton?!"

After a moment of silence, Robin turned back to him. "It's not written here."

"What?!"

"History is the only thing written here."

"Is that true?!"

"Pluton; I didn't see that word mentioned even once."

More silence followed, as Crocodile took her words in. "Well, I see; that's unfortunate. You've been an excellent partner to me, but..." His gaze on her darkened. "I think I'll kill you here."

"Wha-?!" She stepped back in shock.

"The agreement we made four years ago has been achieved here. This is what you said then; if I take you to where the Poneglyph is, you'd turn over the information on the weapon to me. Your work in Baroque Works these past four years was excellent, both in terms of brainpower, and command ability. That's enough for me; to say that you were a useful woman. But... you broke your word at the end!" He thrusted his hook at her, and her white cowgirl hat flew off. "The Poneglyph in this country doesn't even show a clue on the Pluton. Or is it that you weren't planning to tell me from the start, even if you found out?" She was scared, but kept her composure; he had her there. "However, I don't feel any anger against you. You know why, Nico Robin?"

She smirked at him. "How silly; we were a team for four years. I knew you'd pull something like this."

She pulled a vial out of her coat, and threw it in his direction. A hand grew out of his back, and caught it by his head. "Water?!"

"If you get wet, a knife can stick in you, right?!" Wielding a knife, she ran straight for him, but he disappeared in a cloud of sand before he could get doused in water. "He dodged it! Where'd he-?"

He appeared behind her: and stabbed his hook in her upper back, through her chest! "I'll forgive you for everything... Nico Robin." He thrusted it out, and let her fall limp to the floor. "Because I've never trusted anyone from the beginning." He looked down at the unconscious woman. "I now know from Cobra's reaction that Pluton really exists. I don't have to depend on the Poneglyph; I'll find it on my own. Once this country becomes mine, it's just a matter of time." He stopped when the tomb began rumbling like there was an earthquake. "Hm?! What's going on?! It's still too early for the attack on the Square!" He turned to the silent Cobra. "it must be you. What'd you do?!"

"Well, nothing major. This underground sacred temple is built so that pulling just one small column out cause the entire balance to be disrupted, and destroy the temple. You two will die in here with me; as the 12th king of the Nefertari Family, I can't give this sand kingdom to someone like you."

Outside, Vivi was still running, when her sandals gave out, and she fell to the ground. She held back her tears, as she held her bleeding knee. Where is it? Three minutes left... A cannon big enough to blow up a 5k diameter; there can't be many places where such a thing would fit. Why can't we find it when we search this much? An open space where a cannon would fit.

Behind her, Usopp leaped away when a bullet was astray from the armies' ongoing battle. "A stray bullet!"

Vivi suddenly perked up. "An open space... that's right." She recalled finding Koza's hiding place in their childhood. "That place can..."

"That's dangerous, you bastard!" Usopp reprimanded. "Smoke Star!"

"It doesn't attract people's attention, and it's a big space."

"Idiot! Ahh!" Usopp ran away from the fight, chased by a royal soldier. "I'm not from the Rebel Army! Usopp Hammer! Usopp's Rubberband of Doom! Did that teach you, you bastard! Geez; who do they think I am?" He confronted the armies again. "Don't be surprised when I tell you this. No, be surprised! I am that famous Captain U-" He was cut off by Vivi grabbing his nose to avert his attention. "What? O-oh, it's you, Vivi. Did you find the cannoneer?!"

"I figured it out! It's gotta be there!"

"What?! Really?! Okay, then! I'll signal them!" He dug his slingshot back out, and aimed it to the sky. "In any case, I'll call everyone! You're sure about it, right?"

"Yes!" She nodded with determination.

"Special Attack: Red Serpent Star!" He sent a red smoke trail above all the buildings.

"Ahh?!" Chopper spotted it while in Heavy Point, stopping Nami from running.

"Oh?!" Sanji saw it from where he stood, alongside Venus and Pell.

"Usopp's signal!" She beamed.

Zoro, amazingly, wound up in a jungle completely separate from the city, and missed the signal. Luffy, who was sleeping off his injuries outside the tomb, missed it as well. He did wake up, however, and sat himself up. "Boy, I slept well. Huh-? Oh, that's right; my body suddenly became incapable of moving, so I decided to risk it, and take a nap since it couldn't be helped. And now I feel fine, so... oh yeah!" He punched his palm after remembering his mission, and shot to his feet. "Gator! I'll beat him up!" He ran like mad, before screeching to a stop, and noticing the strange staircase. "That hole..." He panted, "It looks gator-ish."

"Whoa, you're a model king," Crocodile commended Cobra through the quaking, "Are you trying to be buried alive, taking me with you, for the country?! But you can't kill me."

"Hm?"

"I can change all the bedrocks into sand, and escape from here," He laughed mockingly, "You'll die in vain, Cobra." He turned to the ceiling. "It's now less than three minutes; with the collapse of this sacred temple, and the big explosion of the Square, everyone in my way will be blown up in an instant!" He turned back to Cobra. "In that moment, this land will become my country." The trembling seemed to increase, as his evil laughter rang throughout the temple.

Through it all, Luffy was sprinting down the staircases, furious. 'Crocodile!! Where are you?!'

#magical straw hat #one piece #one piece oc #tempeste g. venus #alabasta #alabasta arc

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agooberscast · 9 months ago

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"Oh… You've heard of me? I didn't think I was significant enough to be known by someone as notable and busy as you. I actually did have a pleasant time coming here, even if the security was a bit overbearing on inspecting me for weapons or contraband. I'm sure they were merely doing their jobs."

I follow the grand blonde to her desk, watching her place her rump upon her customized throne before I sat down with her as she motioned an arm toward the guest chair. I allowed my behind to sink into its thick cushion, running my hands across its mahogany arms with a quick stroke. Upon seeing the boss lean onto her desk, I relaxed my arms onto the chair and pressed my back against its frame, my shoulders barely streching out of its rails and my head rising to meet her singular eye from a distance.

However, my upright stance would soon recline down the furniture as I saw Chelle leap onto the desk and thrust her face to mine, the tips of our noses caressing each other for a moment before a jolt sent my head back against its rails. My nose quivering, my hands clenching the rectangular arms of the chair, and my breaths dashing out of my nostrils in prolonged gusts, I pressed my arms against its sides to briefly push my face forward before a quick chomp into the air urged my neck to thrust it back against its spine, my back seeping through its rails and the back of my head knocking against it. My muscles remained still with a rattle that caused the furniture I saw upon to rumble, gradually tensing them as I listened to why she decided to keep someone safe in her stomach.

Just as I relaxed my muscles and spouted a sigh from my puffed lungs, a yawn from Chelle drew my vision toward it, my body suddenly leaning toward it and my eyes adjusting its vision to its shape and the shadows that were cast over it. The tip of a tongue peered out of the moist cavern and its rows of white rocks before its entrance clamped itself shut and its owner leaned toward me once more, possessing a smile that tempted my legs to shove my body closer to hers.

"C… Cutie pie… It actually did, Chelle. Ahh… Mmm…"

Given the mafioso's tall stature, my eyes drifted toward the pudgy pillow nestled in her dress, peeking through its shape with its plump edges and its plentiful stuffing.

"You said I was possibly wondering if I could s… See you keep someone safe in your belly, yes? Well… Uh… Maybe I would actually… Want to see that."

I said as my eyes shut themselves closed and my head snapped my face onto the desk, my cheeks soon fuming with a dark pink hue and my hands digging themselves against the tips of the chair's arms with a quick creak.

(Is this too long? I can make my responses shorter for this thread if you want me to.)

Chelle's brows arch in surprise, before she grins and slooooowly comes around her desk to leeeeean right down in your face. That grin is so mischievous and crooked, but she knows she's got you right where she wants you. Or more so, you're exactly where you want to be, aren't ya?

"Is that so, sweetheart?", she asks as she hangs right into front of your head, taking up all of your view if you looked back up from staring at the desk. She's so tall that you can barely see the tips of her boots, she can lean over from so much farther than a regular person. "Pray tell, are you also asking me if I could show you that...first-hand? With yourself, hm? Is that it~?"

Her one eye's gaze is piercing, even when it's so much near you and your head. You might feel like she'd maybe blast your head off with her other eye, this close, but it is very clear she's in a much more playful and curious mood. Not a thirst for blood here, but a taste for knowledge. From you, about you, as she waits for your answer patiently.

(Nah, it's perfectly fine! Answer as you wish to answer, my friend~! :D Also, lemme know how tall you are for this scene. Gonna have a reference in the background here for myself. Can also share it in the next reply, if you'd rather I do that?)

#shraqsmuses #shraq #chelle #happy birthday chelle #nibblesnarf #cuddlebugs #ask thread

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hypvalsqr · 6 months ago

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Part 2 <|:3c

The basement was warm and cozy. My cell was 10x10 gray stone cube with a small barred rectangular window in the top left letting in one beam sunlight.

"This is it?"

"Yes, you think it's so lovely don't you?"

"Yes! Thank you thank you! It's so much better than my apartment at the academy!"

My Witch scoffed, "Don't get ahead of yourself. Alright, sit down here." She gestured to the floor by the wall against the door and I sat. Her hand guided the end of my chain to the wall and in a brief flash of light it melded one link directly into the concrete firmly.

She knelt in front of me and took my face in her hands and each point of contact tingled with pleasure and joy.

"Okay, sweetness. I'm going to speak to you now. Not you, the other you. But you promised you'd behave, right? So, be good for me and cooperate here."

I didn't really understand what she was saying but I nodded. I felt the fingers of her right hand tighten against the back of my skull until suddenly the pressure let up and I felt her fingers pass through my head like air. A new smile flickered on her face briefly and for the first time I'd seen her I felt a lick of fear. She wiggled her fingers and my eyes rolled back and my whole body gently shuddered to lean against her. My Witch giggled at me.

"Heyyy, whag uryuu-" my brain shut off. Not like I fell unconscious or died or had a seizure or anything. I literally felt her reach her hands around to the back of my brain, touch a toggle switch, click it down, and then it was all over. Something spun nearby her fingers, then another click, and I remembered that I should be screaming. So I screamed as loud as I could. I felt the boundaries of the aether ripple with arcane terror as the spell escaped my lips. It was a desperate instinctual attempt to fight back from a sorcerer backed farther into a corner than they ever thought was possible. I felt her fingers caress the off switch again and...

"Ahh! Wha-Imnot...mmmm-" I leaned into my Witch's chest and started crying. I felt reeeeaaallly confused all of a sudden and like something bad had happened or I had done something bad? Or something bad was coming towards me? I didn't know, so I kept crying. A shudder wracked my body as her hand left my brainsoup and she started petting my head instead. Her other arm was already tucking me into her chest further.

"My angel, oh no. You're a very powerful wizard you know that? That's why you feel this way. It's okay. It's okay," She comforted me for a few more minutes before tilting my head up to look at her, "I'm sorry, sweetheart but I need to go back into that scary place again. I know you can do it for me," Her fingers slipped back into my head and my eyes pointed away from each other slightly, "You can do this. Just stay brave, and don't scream." I felt her fingers weaving something into my brain with the words. It made me happy that she was rewriting me. She knew best. She made me feel sooo good.

She made me kill the Archmage and my classmates. Right. I remembered now. I was in the place worse than hell. Strangely the fear didn't reach me. Just the acceptance and disappointment. I'd really fucked up hadn't I. Slowly, awareness of someone speaking to me crept in. As if suddenly awoken from sleep I looked up at my kidnappers face. She was still beautiful, but now I saw the terror that sat superficial beneath the beauty. The terror was beautiful too. In it's own way.

"Why haven't you killed me?"

The Witch let out a truly surprised laugh and clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Wow, you really are more clever than some others. Most usually say 'Ahh, please don't kill me!' as if they wouldn't already be dead if I wanted them that way. You are alive, as a reminder, because I want to take you on as as student. That much was no lie."

I spat at her feet, "Fuck you."

The Witch's face showed no sign of reacting but she paused for a long few breaths before crouching down and saying, "Okay."

A word hit me (I couldn't understand it at the time but I felt it) and I spread my legs open. She spat in her hand and started rubbing me right between my...ahh!

"What the fuck stop, what. What the hell-" Her hand covered my mouth. I knew that she could've just cast another Suggestion on me so this hand was personal, insulting.

"The first lesson you must learn as a Student of Enchantments - which you are now whether you like it or not - is that your words are truth. Everything you say from now on can and will have weight, and will be accepted as the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth." She stroked me more and more vigorously as the sentence went on and I couldn't help but start to feel good beneath her expert hands. And they were so soft and slender and...stop that! Who-that wasn't my thoughts!

"Tell me you like it."

I turned my bright red face away and grumbled.

"Tell me you want it."

"More please!"

She reached down and stuck a finger in my ass and I let out a breathless scream. Holy fuck. My shitty boyfriend at the Academy never did anything like this...hey! That's mean.

"Tell yourself you want it."

And I did. I wanted it so bad. I wanted her to touch me more but she'd run out of hands. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to know what someone so pretty tasted like. This was right.

"You see, Student? Your Word Is Truth. Lesson #1." She pulled her hands away and stood up before I could get any real kind of release. They make a wet sucking sound as she did. She took a pocket square from somewhere (couldn't see because my vision was blurry) and wiped her hands.

"You're despicable." I said to her. She raised an eyebrow and snapped her fingers at me.

"Thank you, thank you, thankyouthanyoutkathsnktyosutant-!"

"Quiet."

I shut the fuck up for her.

"I have business to handle now. You're going to learn. Your second lesson can be found entirely within this room. Understood? Your third lesson will be waiting outside it. Good luck, don't disappoint. You've been too fun so far."

This is getting quite long again so Will Continue In Part 3!

NOTICE: THIS POST IS ABOUT GETTING MURDERFUCKED AND MIND CONTROLLED BY A SCARY HOT TOXIC LESBIAN WITCH.

A lot has been said with regards to Enchantment being the true "most frightening/unethical" school of magic. I don't think you all quite grasp the full picture.

By the time the witch entered the house two of us were already dead. It was an insult to magic, really. Me and the other students had set up all of these sigils and wards and psychic defenses and yet hadn't considered that someone could slaughter us from outside, without ever laying a finger on us. It was me after all that had...but she'd made them attack me! And they looked like..

No matter. I don't have the luxury of time or guilt. She'd made me kill them. She did it. And she just stepped inside the house. I could feel her presence when she crossed the threshold. Like something slithering through reeds in the night. Something passing beneath your boat. I heard another distant scream. A girl? One of the underclassmen maybe. I had to move fast.

I wiped the blood off my blade and refreshed its evocation-edge. I headed to the front door of the classroom and waited to hear another sound. A flurry of magic missiles thumped into a wall upstairs. It was clear, and I rushed out into the main hallway, beneath the grand stair. In the corner was my favorite spot, an unassuming armchair with a potted plant next to it. If I stood in the just right way and wove some simple layers of illusion magic I could become completely invisible to all but the most trained illusionists.

I grasped my dagger.

I waited.

I heard two girls scream to the right of me.

On the opposite side of the house now, still upstairs, I heard a chorus of men scream war cries and the house lit up with lightning and flame and ether for a brief moment before falling silent. Save one voice. It was the Archmage. I'd never heard him speak like that before.

"No! No. Please! Fuck. NO! I can't move. What did you do to me? What did you do to them? Answer me! Your magics are foul. You-"

Then another voice, a woman, spoke with presence, "Hush. They're sleeping. You wouldn't want to wake them."

"Stop. No. No, please stop not that. Not-" Then he broke off into a series of unhinged wails. There was a thumping through the house. Then another, and another. Steadily I began to recognize the sound of an executioners axe crunching through vertebrae.

The Archmages last words, confoundingly, were "Thank you." Then silence.

I reached out with a simple life-detection spell. That was my mistake. It confirmed that the only two people left alive inside or out the house were me and the witch. I also detected her quickly whipping around and walking towards my location. Shit. Fuck. SHITSHITSHIT. I cut the life detection and shifted to the opposite corner of the room, taking my 'cloak' of invisibility charms with me. Just in case.

That's when I heard her in my head.

"I see you, little one."

She's bluffing.

"You're funny. Out of all the people in this school you're the only one who thought not to attack me head on. Or to mount some pitiful attempt barricading me out. Why is that?"

I gripped my dagger tighter to my body.

"I think, or at least I hope, it's because you will be more fun than all of these wastes." She stepped out into the open at the top of the stairs. As expected from a Witch of Enchantments, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. She wore an inky green ballgown, stained red at the feet. Her collarbones and face were exposed and seemed to shimmer in the light. Every breath of hers let out a jet of glimmering pink particles.

"I won't know if you are until I get a peak inside that head of yours."

I heard a girls scream to the right.

What?

That couldn't be...she screamed again. And again. Coming from all angles. My heartrate picked up. This scream was familiar, I'd heard it a few minutes ago. But the more it echoed throughout the house and pounded into my brain I realized with a growing certainty that this scream was mine. It was my voice. This was the sound I would make when I die. How did she know that? How could she?

She took a step down the stairs but instead of descending she floated out gently into the space above me.

"Well, wherever you are in this room - plotting your little ambush - I'm curious. Give me your best shot. Let's see what you're capable of."

She had her back turned to me, about 5 feet off the ground. It was an easy kill. I should have seen it was too easy, or that she was clearly goading me into striking. But something inside me wanted to. It felt like I needed to. So I took my dagger and with a great leap I thrust upwards directly into her spine.

I felt it sink through her muscles, into her guts. I blinked and was face to face with the Archmage. My knife in his stomach. The light fading from his eyes.

The oldest trick in the book. I fell for it thrice, and now I was surely dead. I tried to cry but instead of tears I felt fingers, soft and delicate on my cheeks.

She whispered in my ear from behind, "Good job, darling. That was so wonderful. Now it's time for you to give up, alright?"

"Okay!"

I broke my useless dagger in half and dispelled all my defensive magics. The school had decided to-

"-hire a new teacher who was going to show you real magic. And-"

turn me into a real witch! I didn't need anyone else but her. I was on my knees now, looking up at her gorgeous face. Her brown curls framed her amber eyes and ochre brown skin. She was perfect. She would take care of me. She was saying something to me still that I couldn't quite understand but she was smiling and petting my head and face all over while she said it so it must be good. Then she turned to walk out the door. I stayed kneeling because she hadn't ordered me to follow her yet, I had to follow my Witch's orders. She walked out the front door and turned left out of sight.

"AAAHHHHH! AuughG ASNnOOO NO PELase OGH AH!!" I scrambled backwards on my hands up the stairs. The terror had returned all at once unexpectedly. I think I'd managed to hit her once but I wasn't sure. I had to get moving or she would find me again. My dagger was missing, shit she must have disarmed me but when? And my head was spinning. Did she do something to me? I have to assume no. Just keep moving. As fast as you can up the stairs. God, I was so cold. Had I been hit? Was I bleeding? I took stock of my body as I went up the stairs and noticed I was suddenly freezing cold. My robes were...gone...and the stairs were snow and...

"What? Get over here."

Dreams in waking. Nightmares in sleep. Walking backwards. Falling deep.

"Oh, sweetheart did you get caught up behind me?" My Witch clicked my collar into place around my neck as we stood in the snow outside the house, "Silly me. I should have told you to stick close to me. The enchantments will turn off whenever I'm out of sight," she leaned in close as she conjured a chain and attached it to my collar, "Did you get scared?"

"Mmm! Yeah! You walked outta the house and I got really scared and missed you and it was really weird I didnt. Uhh, I don't uhm-"

"Shhh, it's okay. I'm going to take you back to my cabin and lock you up somewhere nice and safe until I can turn you into a good student. But only if you behave. Can you do that for me?"

I nodded while staring into her eyes, feeling a warm blanket of security and joy cover my naked body as it was dusted in snowflakes.

"Thank you!"

WILL CONTINUE IN PART 2

#my writing #witchposting #empty spaces #battlemageposting #hornyposting #i guess

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quinnkasih · 2 years ago

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"Christmast With The Grumpy Cat!"

Christmast Special Chapter

cat!scara x collegestudent!fem!reader

SYNOPSIS

Scara lives with you. He thought that his fur is enough to warm him up from the cold, unfortunately not. He needs your help with warming up!

A/N

This is basically cuddling with scara through the cold 😭 i dont really like my writing here but i hope you enjoy it <3

WARNINGS

Cat scara has feelings for y/n his owner (he is in his cat form just to get your affection <3), very rushed!

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It was cold outside, winter has come by! Your campus is quite busy preparing lots of fun events, for the teachers or students.

These circumstances holds you away from home. Or even when you are at home, it wouldnt be long.

Scara, your cat, doesnt seem to notice this, that you are preparing for christmast. He thinks that you are always not home because you hate him or you are enjoying christmast with someone else and not him.

He has to do something to get your attention.

But he doesnt want to seem desperate and needy..

How?

That is what he is thinking now.

Alone at home, a young male figure is plopped down on your couch. He has this weird cat ears and cat tail. His cat ears were down, as he was deep in his thoughts. A frown was on his face, gazing nowhere.

Suddenly, a groan erupted from the male. His hands were on both sides of his head as like a frustrated manner.

He muttered a few curse words as he straightened his pose.

He always admitted that he doesnt enjoy your presence (of course you wont understand because its just "meow"-s), but, why does he wants you here..?

Thats weird coming from him.

His ego always takes over him and would make him say harsh words at you which he didnt actually mean. (again, it would only be harsh "meow"-s).

Footsteps could be heard from the other side of the apartement door, surprising Scara.

With a "poof", he was back in his cat form.

He would be in his human form when you aren't home.

And yes, he never showed you himself in his human form. Just because he doesnt want to confuse you and make you uncomfortable.

He thinks that, a female and a human cat male? Living together? Many things could go wrong!

But wait.. Why is he thinking dirty stuffs about you and him??!

Despite in his cat form, you could still see the obvious flustered face. His cat ears are risen up and his tail was straightened.

He was very flustered, until he forgot that you were coming home. His thoughts were cutted off with a door creaking sound and a large rectangular box you are holding bumping against the door frame.

"Ahh! This is so stressful!" You complainted.

This piqued his attention. His head turned to look at you who was having trouble with bringing the large rectangular box inside.

He really wanted to help.

But what could a small cat do?

Even if he tried to help, it would only be a trouble-making in your eyes.

The only way he could help, is to turn into his human form and help you lift it.

But of course he couldnt do that.

Eh whatever you managed to bring the box in anyways, its already late for him to help.

...

'Ahh..'

After awhile he realizes that you are making a medium sized artificial tree for christmast.

"Haa finally finish! First time having christmast alone" You dusted off your hands and place it on your hips.

You turned to look at Scara who was staring at you with a small frown. He seems to want you to notice something.

"Okay, maybe with Scara" You cleared your words.

His small frown then turned to his normal cocky expression.

You giggled at his behavior and joined him on the couch.

"I'll just decorate it later, Im tired" You exclaimed as you straightened your back on the couch.

It was really cold outside, really. The cold is already freezing you, then you are tired? You should really get a rest.

You stand up to turn on the heater, you are already wearing your sweaters. Yet, the cold isnt dying down.

After turning the heater on, you headed back to the couch and plopped yourself down on the couch.

You turned on the tv.

...

Its been awhile, yet he hasnt receive any of his usual head strokes and hugs. Tho he would never admit, he was actually waiting for it. Especially these times where it is cold.

He'd be lying if he said that he isnt cold. Even he tried to snuck in the blanket you are using to get warm. And to get your attention.

But why wont you notice??!

Does he really have to snuck his head under the palm of your hand like a desperate and needy cat? Does he have to give small licks on the back of your hand? He would never do that!

'...'

Why arent you noticing this?

Look, he even tried to act cute! Like kneading the blanket, just to get your attention.

Are you that focused on the tv?

Or are you that tired?

'..maybe its best not to bother you now..' He thought.

...

It was midnight, you fell asleep on the couch.

The tv was still turned on, noisy tv shows filling the background as you woke up.

Your hair is messy, the blanket is off your body, the palm of your hands are freezing, as well as your feet.

With a slightly blurry vision, you whipped your head towards the clock to check the time. It was very late, 01.34 am.

(Its basically that feeling and situation where you woke up from a late afternoon nap in the middle of the night)

Feeling some weight on your forearm, your attention turned to it.

There on your forearm Scara hanged with his small kitten hands holding onto your forearm. He was so close to slipping off. His small cat body was shivering from the cold.

You quickly got him off your forearm, carrying his fragile body to your bedroom where it is much more warmer.

Both of you moved to your bedroom, not forgetting your blanket.

Entering your bedroom, you noticed that your bed was still tidy, untouched since the morning where you last clean it. Great, you could just jump to bed comfortably now.

The both of you got in bed as you pulled up the blankets against you two.

Scara shifted comfortably, trying to adapt the new feeling of the surface. Upon doing it so, his eyes slightly opened, seeing you on your side facing him.

The distance between eachother's faces was so close. If he were to be in his human form at this situation, he could just close the gap between eachother's lips by shifting to the front slightly.

His thankful thoughts were cutted by your touch as you pulled him into a warm hug.

You rested your head on the crown of his head, between his cat ears, it felt a little bit ticklish. You did this slowly, not wanting to crush him below you.

You were fast to fall asleep.

Meanwhile Scara who was bellow you, facing your neck, was blushing hard.

He doesnt feel cold anymore, he feels very warm. And happy.

He is happy, very happy.

It was usual for the two of you to sleep together. But never like this, not this close.

He was too happy by now to even fall asleep.

He just hopes that this moment will once happen again someday. And better, in his human form <3

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nostxlgia18 · 4 years ago

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~Sick~

Part 1 part 2

Pairing: Chris/Ransom × girlfriend!reader

Summary: How would the boys react to their girl being sick

Warning: fluff, sick reader

Requested by : @cevansrogerss 🌹

Chris Evans

Last night, you were extremely tired when you got home from work, all you wanted to do was warm up under a blanket and just drift off to sleep. The following morning you woke up with a nose block and a very heavy head, you could barely get out of bed but you forced yourself to. Chris was gonna be back from shooting today and ugh you feel pathetic.

"Babe?" a yell from downstairs woke you up

'When did I fall asleep?' you wondered

You stumbled out of your bed, giving one look in the mirror

You left a sigh, red nose and cheeks 'Ahh such a great way to greet your boyfriend'

You walked down the stairs and heard a gasp instantly

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Chris started to walk up to you

"Stop stop, don't come near me. You might catch it too" You gestured him to stop

"Ohh fuck it" Chris ignored your protests and pulled you in his arms

"Since when?" he asked caressing your face

"This morning" You sniffed

"Oh darling! Did you call the doc?" Chris enquired

"No but, I'm sure it's a flu. I took a medicine though" you coughed

"Good!, Why don't you go upstairs and I'll make you some soup huh? and then we can cuddle the whole day okay" Chris made his way to the kitchen

"No wait, you were....were supposed to go meet your friends!" you sneezed

"There is no way I'm leaving you alone"

"I'll be fine on my own, you don't cancel your plans for me" You stopped him mid-sentence

"No means NO! now get your bratty ass up in the bed" and Chris disappeared in the kitchen

Ransom Drysdale

'Achoo' you sneezed for the 10th time this evening, having a mid-night ice cream wasn't good after all

Your phone chimed with a notification from Ransom, the playboy with who you have been having a enemy with benefit kind off relationship for 3 months now

Ransom- See you tonight sugar. 😉

Y/n- Nah, I'll pass. I'm sick

Ransom- so?

Y/n- What do you mean SO? I'm sick Hugh

Ransom- Did I ask? I want you here in 15

Y/n- I'M NOT COMING TODAY!

Oo thank god he didn't argue further, you turned your phone off and tried falling asleep

The doorbell to your home rang a several times, waking you up in a jolt

"I'm gonna kill whoever it it!" you exclaimed getting out of bed

You opened the door to see Ransom, if his looks could kill you would be 3ft underground right now

"What are you doing here? you yelled

He walked past you into the living room hitting your shoulders

"Why is your phone turned off?" he asked

"Cause I wanted to sleep peacefully, why are you here anyway? " you shrugged

"Cause you didn't show up at mine" he crossed his hands over his chest

"Yeah and I told you I'm sick, why will you have sex with a sick person?" you grossed out just thinking about it

He sighed and held out a plastic bag for you

'Wow, you didn't realize he had this till now'

You took the bag and pulled out a rectangular container

"Have this, might help you" Ransom said starting to walk out of your home

"Wait, you bought soup for me?" You couldn't believe your eyes

Ransom cares!

He didn't reply to you, just walked out with a smirk on his face

You bit your lower lip, thinking

This asshole isn't much of an asshole you thought he is.

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youreallyshouldtalkmore · 3 years ago

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Crashing into Octavinelle

A.N: My Twst Yuu OC Mia take on the scene from Book 4.

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Mia’s eyes widen before screwing shut as they crashed into the mirror. She felt herself roll off the magic carpet, but strangely didn’t crash into anything enough to hurt herself. Even as her eyes were still shut, she felt as if she was spinning.

“Where…where are we?” she murmured as her head swam.

“Well, well, what do we have here? Patrons in search of a midnight snack, perhaps?”

“Aww maaan! I was totally ready to squeeze any burglars who here to nab our food supplies but it’s just Shrimpy and the Seal. Laaaame….”

The familiar voices bounced in her head, as Mia managed to slowly peel her eyes open.

“Wha? What’re you guys doin’ here?” Grim asked.

Well, at least one of them seemed to brush this disastrous carpet ride off in a flash.

Floyd gave a sigh, “Didn’t we already go over this? We can go home over winter break because of ice floes, remember?”

“Wait, so are we in Octavinelle?”

“Yes, inside Mostro Lounge to be precise.” answered Jade, his eyes trailing to Mia as she began to shakily stand to her feet. She looked as if she might have inhaled a wrong mushroom, her eyes shaking. She had yet to speak, how odd.

“Are you okay?” Jade asked.

“We made it!! We finally broke outta that awful prison!!” Grim cheered.

“Yess, even I can see that.” Mia snapped lowly, swaying on her feet.

Before she went down, she had two arms wrapped around hers, holding her up.

“With your double vision, perhaps?” inquired Jade.

She looked between Jade and Floyd, “With y'all it’s now quadruple.”

Floyd snickered, “Shrimpy, does your vision have anything to do with this rectangular flounder-looking guy?”

“I’m never letting Grim drive me on anything ever again! He can’t even drive a broom properly, why did I trust him with a magic carpet? Ek….” Mia felt her stomach heave.

“Are you going to throw up?” Floyd asked.

Why did he sound so cheerful about it?

“It’s not my fault! Besides, we are out of there! Be grateful, Mia…”

“There is no escape for you now, thieves!!” came a loud announcement that sent through Mia’s head as two Scarabian students entered the lounge, “I suggest you surrender!!”

“What is all the commotion about at this late hour? Care to explain what’s going on here?” Azul asked as he surveyed the room.

“That is none of Octavinelle’s business! Please just hand over the two of them quietly!”

“Ahh, I see that is Mia and Grim. Hold on, why does Mia look like she is going to throw up? Floyd, don’t stand there as if this is a movie, find her a bucket!” Azul began to panic, thinking more of the amount of money she could potentially sprew on.

Mia glared at Azul best she could. “Really?”

He smirked coolly, “Well, the two of you are looking so dingy I thought you were a pair of dust clothes.”

Mia bite back her usual retort as she straightened feeling a little bit better. She didn’t want to admit that having the Leech twins hold onto her was helping her vertigo, even if Floyd was grinning at her with too much interest.

“Please save us with your spirit of benevolence!” Sarcasm was heavy, and Mia couldn’t help it.

Azul pursed his lips as he pushed up his glasses.

“If you refused to hand them over, you’ll be party to their wrongdoings as well!” one of the Scarabian students cried.

That got Floyd attention as lifted his head up and bared his teeth, “Are you yankin my tail here? Who do you think you’re talking to?”

Azul spoke, “No fighting is permitted in Mostro Lounge. This is a place for gentlemen. On that note, I think it’s time we ask these ill-mannered patrons to leave.”

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“Are you certain you are okay?” asked Jade sliding her a glass of water as she sat at the bar.

Mia gave a wan smile as she except the glass, “Yes, I feel better. Thank you.”

Floyd leaned over towards her from his seat next to her and grinned, “You aren’t goint to hurl are you?”

“I will hurl this water at you, if you don’t back off.” Mia threatened.

“Fufufu. So I can’t squeeze you?”

“Duh no! I just went on the worst rollercoaster ride in my entire life! How is it that the trip with Kalim was pleasant and with this mangy little…”

“Hey!!” cried Grim.

“Hush! You can’t drive anything to save your life, or mine. Just last week, we narrowly escape crashing into that tree.”

Floyd laughed, “You sound worse than Azul with a broom.”

“He is!!” Mia hadn’t even seen Azul fly a boom, but it couldn’t be worse than Grim.

Grim glared, “Are you seriously going to keep bringing that up?”

Azul finally interjected, “Why am I being brought into this stupid argument? Mia you know I have to charge you for that water?”

Mia glowered at Azul and Floyd thought for a moment, she might go over the table at him.

Instead, she smiled sweetly, “Add it to my bill.”

“You heard the lady Shrimpy. Add it to her bill” Floyd guffawed. Jade snickered as Azul rolled his eyes and added it to the sheet of paper he was writing on.

“Now, I think it’s time to tell me about this Scrabian infighting you mentioned.”, prompted Azul.

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midgardianweasley · 4 years ago

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hello! welcome to fanfic writing for hp and mcu! I was wondering if I could make a request for Freddie! Maybe something fluffy where he’s becomes familiar with the muggle world bc of work and takes his pureblood gf to London for the first time and just gushes over how cute she is experiencing all the muggle stuff for the first time? Thank you!

hello my lovely! I had so much fun with this request. I hope you like it!<3

Seeing the sights

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: Fred takes a week holiday from work, he’s been doing some travel over the last few months to muggle London and decides to take Y/N, who’s never experienced the muggle world, to see some of the popular sights.

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1864 words

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“Hey sweetheart! I’m home!” Fred announced to the quiet home, hanging up his coat and putting his wand down on the unit beside the front door. He briefly thought that maybe his girlfriend was out somewhere, however, that thought was quickly discarded when he heard footsteps running towards him and before he knew it, a body collided with his chest. After recovering from his stumble from the collision, he looked down to see a mop of Y/H/C hair just below his chin. He went to speak, before hearing a slight mumble.

“Sorry Darling, what was that?” He chuckled, holding her arms as she gently pulled away, looking up at him, she smiles before responding

“I missed you”

“I missed you too sweetheart, but, I come with good news!”

“Ooooh, I like good news! Tell me, tell me, tell me!” She claps her hands, excited for what Fred was about to reveal.

“Georgie and I have closed the shop for the next few days, he and Angelina are gonna be heading off to Scotland on holiday, so, I was thinking that you and I could take a trip to muggle London!” He spoke, excitement in his voice clear as day. He’d been going to muggle London on business with his brother a few times over the last couple of months and he’d seen some places he wanted to share with his girlfriend, a pureblood like himself, as she’s never experienced anything muggle related before that wasn’t taught in a classroom. He wanted to show her firsthand to let her have an insight on some of the things he’d seen.

“The place you’ve been telling me about?”

“Yeah! The place that has the awesome cake I was telling you about!”

“There’s gonna be cake?”

“There will be cake”

And those were the last words spoken before she ran off in a hurry again, reaching the cupboard in the hall of their shared home, to pull a suitcase down and beginning packing. Fred smiled, happy to see that the excitement he was feeling, was mutual.

~Timeskip~

The couple had just arrived and settled themselves into their hotel in the heart of London when Y/N bounced over to the windows in their bedroom and opened the door of their balcony, giving them a full view of the city.

“Wow, it’s beautiful!” Y/N spoke, wrapping her hands around the new pair of arms that had found themselves around her waist. Fred gently kissed below her ear, enjoying the slight breeze outside, glad they had worn their jumpers as it was starting to become fall season.

“So I was thinking” He began, still giving her quick pecks, moving between her neck and her jawline. “We could either chill out for today and see the sights tomorrow, or, we could spend the rest of today out and about and just choose what to do tomorrow depending on how you feel today goes.”

She thought it over for a few minutes, trying to decide whether she wanted to save the tourist stuff for later in the trip or start exploring today, when looking out at the busy city, it was suddenly really obvious what she wanted to do.

“I wanna go and see what that thing is!” She jumped, struggling to contain how eager she was.

“The big circle thing over there?” He spoke, following where she was pointing.

“Yeah!”

“Ahh, that’s called the London Eye” Leading her inside and helping her put her coat back on

“Wait, what? But there’s no eyes? Can that thing see?!” She exclaimed. He laughed before explaining that it wasn’t a literal eye, before leading her out of the door and smiling at how clueless she was, almost forgetting that it was exactly how he and George were when they first visited. Thankfully this time, Fred remembered the key card to their room, learning from an unfortunate mistake he and his twin brother made that resulted in the pair sitting outside in the hall for forty minutes, waiting for someone to let them back in. Y/N watched Fred put the key into their door, confused as to what he was doing as she pulled out her wand. Upon turning and seeing her eyes flutter between her wand and the rectangular thing in his hand, he started to explain again.

“This is a little card we put in this machine attached to the door handle, it locks and opens the door for us whenever we swipe it in this little slot here.” He explains while demonstrating, taking great joy in her face morphing as she tries to understand.

“We can’t just use ‘Alohamora’?”

“No Love, it’s all done the muggle way here, remember?”

Not entirely sure of herself, Y/N puts her wand back into her coat pocket and watches as Fred does the same with the muggle key card.

After a walk in Hyde park and hearing Big Ben ring out, scaring Y/N almost half to death ultimately causing Fred to practically fall over from laughing so much, the pair found themselves in Trafalgar Square, a soon to be favourite of Y/N’s.

“Can you guess why we’re here?”

“Uhm, to look at the fountain?”

“Well, yes, that, but, look up and to your left”

Y/N did as Fred had told her and gasped in excitement, for what felt like the thousandth time, when spotting the big cake logo above the doorway. Putting the pieces together, she knew that this was the place where Fred had kept bringing back Y/F/C from his trips. Fred took his hands from his back, to reveal two boxes of her favourite cake that she had been craving since it was first mentioned. Y/N wasted no time in taking the box from his hand, thanking him and opening it up, not stopping to wonder how the hell he’d managed to go and get it when she could’ve sworn she was with him the whole time. Her attention was brought back to Fred when he held a plastic, wrapped fork in front of her face, saving her from getting any crumbs or icing on her outfit. She took it from his hands gently and the two of them started to eat their cakes, occasionally taking some from the other person with large smiles painted across their face.

~Timeskip~

The sun had almost set now, the city now starting to light up with rows of street lights, headlights from the cars of people returning home from work to their loved ones, further accompanied by the lights from overlooking apartments. Y/N stood in the middle of the streets that had started to calm, but not by much, and spun slowly on the spot, taking in the beauty of the night atmosphere. What she had failed to notice, was that all throughout the day, Fred had been giving her the same look. He was completely in awe of her fascination and how she thought everything was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen. He knew that the muggle world would be a new environment for her, causing him to feel slightly anxious when first raising the idea, but seeing her be so absorbed by everything, made him feel like his heart had grown double the size. Stopping on the spot, Y/N saw her boyfriend look like he was in a trance, making her shy under his gaze when realising he was staring at her.

“You okay Freddie?” She spoke, watching him blink a few times before stepping forward and hugging him, feeling slightly colder now that it was darkening. He noticed her shiver slightly, unwrapping his scarf from his neck and gently wrapping around hers, before holding her face in his hands, a soft smile on their faces.

“Never better, my love.” They pulled away from their hug, taking each other's hand, and walked towards the main event of the day, well, night time now. Waiting in line to hop on the ride, the two of them swung their arms back forth. ‘The eye looks so much bigger from down here’, Y/N thought, craning her neck to look at the top of the wheel, Fred not having to strain too much due to his height, but is still taken aback everytime he sees how tall it is, he chuckles to himself thinking that this must be how Y/N feels when looking up at him, not daring to voice his thought, knowing it would result in a slap to the chest, a light-hearted one, but it was better safe than sorry.

The line moved quickly until it was eventually the couple’s turn to walk into the pod-like thing, managing to have it all to themselves, the line not being as busy as it was during the day. When it started to move again, Y/N stumbled, holding onto Fred as she lost her balance slightly, not prepared for it to move so suddenly, causing the both of them to laugh at her clumsiness. Everytime they feel that they can’t possibly be happier than what they are or smile anymore than what they have, they’re proven wrong.

When they got to the top, an audible gasp fell from Y/N’s lips, if she thought that the views were pretty from the ground, seeing them from the top of this wheel was a whole other level. She walked closer to the glass, looking at all of the lights and tiny figures walking the streets. Sure, she’d gone flying on her Firebolt before and playing quidditch had given her a high view of a crowd before, but when flying, you can never really appreciate the views, especially not if you have a bludger flying towards you, something Fred had always made sure wouldn’t happen, knowing how painful it can be to be hit with one of those things. But with everything so still from where she was, there was no crowd screaming, no breeze whipping her hair in 50 directions, there was just serenity.

“Do you like it?” Fred broke the silence, eyes still focused on the girl beside him, watching her eyes go back and forth. He thought she hadn’t heard him she was so entranced, before she whispered a short “It’s incredible.” Another minute went by until she was pulling her eyes away and meeting with his, having to look up slightly. “I love it Fred. I love it all, today has been absolutely insane. Thank you so much.” She spoke softly, wrapping her arms around his torso and hugging him tight, but careful not to squeeze him. He returned the hug, arms wrapping around her shoulders and chin placed upon her head. A soft “you’re welcome darling” escaping him, careful to not break the peaceful silence they had.

And while Y/N was peacefully looking at the view, still wrapped up in Fred's scarf and his arms, her head felt empty with how peaceful the moment was, Fred felt the same, however, his head didn’t feel empty as he had one thought running through his head.

‘I’m going to marry this girl’

And thankfully, he had the ring in his back pocket ready to act on it.

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btsqualityy · 4 years ago

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Assuage: Chapter 2

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: None to note.

The following week that Yoongi spent in the medical cabin was quite possibly the most boring of his life. After what he had been through though, he realized that he almost preferred the quiet and stillness that was trademark of the medical cabin that he had been staying in.

In addition to memorizing how many indents were in the right hand side of the wall right next to the cot that he slept on (73, to be exact), he also learned just how annoying of a person Kim Taehyung was.

“Come on hyung,” Taehyung whined playfully as he pulled on Yoongi’s right arm. “I really wanna show you around pack territory.”

“I didn’t say that you can call me hyung,” Yoongi grumbled back.

“I snuck a peak at your medical records when Y/N-ah wasn’t looking. You’re 27 and I’m only 22 so you’re my hyung,” Taehyung smirked mischievously.

“And I don’t need a tour,” Yoongi continued on. “I’m not staying here.”

“No offense hyung, but you’re a Prime Alpha,” Taehyung pointed out. “Your injuries are more than healed enough for you to be able to leave so if that was what you really wanted to do, then you would’ve done it already.” Yoongi just glared at him then, hating the fact that the Beta was very much so correct.

“Alright, fine,” Yoongi relented. “But make it quick.”

“I promise hyung, super quick,” Taehyung nodded in agreement.

After pushing Taehyung away when he tried to help Yoongi up, he slowly followed Taehyung outside of the medical cabin and this was the first time that Yoongi had seen the surroundings of the cabin. There were several large buildings that weren’t far from each other, and Yoongi figured that this area served as a “town commons” of sorts. He could also see some smaller cabins that were further in the distance, and he just assumed that those were for individual members of the pack and their families.

“As you know, this is our medical cabin,” Taehyung began as he motioned behind them before pointing his finger over to the right. “That over there is the schoolhouse for the pups and right next to it is the dining hall.”

“Everyone has to eat there?” Yoongi questioned, the idea of being forced to eat around a large group of people not appealing to him in the slightest.

“No, we mainly just use it for big ceremonial events, like parties or if another pack visits, stuff like that,” Taehyung explained. “It’s still open everyday though, for all three meals, for whoever wants to go there and eat if they don’t feel like cooking themselves.”

“Ahh,” Yoongi nodded.

“That over there,” Taehyung continued, pointing over to his left now. “Is the Head Hall, which is where Namjoon and the other leaders of the pack work. And right next to that, is the hardware shop.”

“You guys have a hardware store?” Yoongi interrupted him. “You guys just don’t get furniture and stuff from the Betas in Seoul?”

“Nope. I think you’ll realize that around here, we tend to follow the Old Way of pack life, and that includes making everything that we need ourselves,” Taehyung told him. “Speaking of that, do you have anything that you’re particularly good at?”

“Um, I’m pretty good with my hands and building things, I guess,” Yoongi shrugged.

“Cool, Namjoon hyung will probably have you working with Kibum then. He’s the head carpenter,” Taehyung said as he began to walk away and Yoongi trailed behind him. “That is, if you decide to stay.”

“Hmm,” Yoongi hummed noncommittally. Just then, a loud bell rang out into the air, causing Yoongi to almost jump out of his skin. “What the hell was that?”

“Oh, that was just the signal that if anyone wants it, there’s lunch in the dining hall,” Taehyung grinned. “Personally, I’m starving. What about you hyung, you hungry?”

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Yoongi was very much not hungry, but he couldn’t tell Taehyung that before he had managed to grabbed Yoongi’s good hand and lead him into the dining hall. The dining hall was separated by two large rooms, one with multiple stoves and other kitchen appliances and the other with multiple long, rectangular dining tables complete with chairs.

After bypassing the rectangular buffet style table that sat right in front of the entrance, Taehyung dragged Yoongi into the room with the dining tables, leading him over to one of the tables in the front that was full of people.

“Oh, he let you drag him out,” a tall, slender man snickered and Yoongi could tell by his scent that he was an Omega.

“Don’t make fun Jin hyung, be nice,” Taehyung grumbled as he sat down, motioning for Yoongi to do the same.

“I’m always nice!” Jin shot back, making everyone at the table except Yoongi laugh at him.

“Yeah right,” a woman sitting right next to him giggled before turning to look at Yoongi. “Hi, I’m Hyorin, Pack Omega and Namjoon’s mate.”

“I’m Yoongi,” he grumbled back in reply.

“I should’ve done introductions huh?” Taehyung suddenly spoke up, as if remembering his manners. “Yoongi hyung, this is Park Jimin.”

“Hi, I’m an Omega and I’m the teacher for the pups in the pack,” Jimin added with a wide smile.

“This is Jung Hoseok, but we call him Hobi,” Taehyung said as he motioned towards Hobi.

“Alpha,” Hobi nodded evenly at Yoongi.

“This meanie over here is Kim Seokjin,” Taehyung rolled his eyes playfully.

“Omega, I only go by Jin, and I’m not mean!” Jin stated firmly.

“Are you guys related?” Yoongi found himself asking, and both Kims shrugged their shoulders.

“Yes, but not in the way that you’re probably thinking,” Jin replied.

“We’re cousins,” Taehyung elaborated. “My father and his mom were siblings.”

“Ahh,” Yoongi nodded.

“Hey hey,” a sudden voice called and when Yoongi looked over his shoulder, he saw a tall, muscular man walking towards him, you and Namjoon following behind him.

“Hey, took you long enough,” Taehyung smiled widely, his scent increasing when the man leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Yoongi hyung, this is Jungkook.”

“Nice to meet you Yoongi,” Jungkook nodded towards him, his eyes widening when he took a sniff of the air. “Holy shit, you’re Prime.”

“Tae didn’t tell you?” Namjoon chuckled as he took a seat next to Hyorin. “I figured he wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut.”

“I was trying to let Yoongi hyung rest and not be bombarded,” Taehyung explained before looking over at Jungkook, who had sat down on the opposite side of him from Yoongi. “Sorry baby Alpha.”

“I’m hurt,” Jungkook smiled, reaching over and lightly running his fingertips over Taehyung’s wrist, where his scent gland was. Suddenly, there was another bell and Yoongi noticed that people were beginning to get up and move towards the long buffet table. Yoongi began to get up as well, until Taehyung’s hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Not yet hyung,” Taehyung said and Yoongi’s eyebrows rose as he looked at him.

“Why not? The food’s ready, right?” Yoongi wondered.

“Yeah but in our pack, pups and elders eat first,” Taehyung told him.

“Seriously?” Yoongi chuckled in disbelief. “Shouldn’t the Alphas eat first, if anyone?”

“And why would they eat first?” You questioned from your seat next to Jimin, and Yoongi cut his eyes at you.

“Well for starters, Alphas are the ones who hunt and bring back the food in the first place,” Yoongi began. “And secondly, Alphas are at the top of the hierarchy anyways.”

“Not around here, they’re not,” you chuckled. “Look, in this pack, anyone who wants to hunt can, so it’s not just exclusive to Alphas. And we feed pups and elders first because without the elders, our pack would have no guidance and without the pups, our pack would have no future so we respect them as such.”

“Well, that’s not how it worked in my old pack,” Yoongi shrugged.

“We’re not your old pack and for the sounds of it, that’s a good thing,” you smiled. An awkward silence settled over the table then, everyone not knowing what to say. Yoongi looked over you, noticing that you had a tattoo on your right shoulder.

“Oh, would you look at that?” Hyorin spoke up cheerily. “Looks like the pups and elders are done.”

“Come on Yoongi,” Jimin spoke up as he stood, motioning for Yoongi to follow him. “I’ll show you how to get the food.” Yoongi nodded and stood up, noticing out of his peripheral vision how you looked at him as he walked away.

After they all had received their food, they all took their previous places at the dining table, chatting and making jokes among themselves. Yoongi sat there, silently attempting to feed himself with his left hand because he wanted to work on trying to strengthen it again from the fracture.

“Yoongi, how are your injuries doing?” Hyorin wondered suddenly and Yoongi looked up at her before shrugging.

“They’re ok, I guess,” he replied.

“His fracture is almost completely healed,” you interjected and Yoongi looked over at you.

“Oh, what I would give to be Prime,” Jungkook moaned playfully, making Taehyung laugh as he gently patted Jungkook’s hand.

“It’s ok baby Alpha,” he cooed. “If it’s any consolation, you smell better than Yoongi hyung does.”

“Rude,” Yoongi muttered, almost jumping out of his skin when everyone at the table laughed.

“He smells like freshwater, with a little hint of mango,” Jimin noted after taking a quick sniff of the air. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Unless you’ve grown up around saltwater all your life,” you joked, making Yoongi narrow his eyes at you as the table giggled at your joke.

“I’m an Alpha,” Yoongi reminded you. “I’m supposed to smell strong and stable. Besides, I’d prefer that over a fake ass, industrialized bubble gum scent.”

“First of all, it’s not industrialized or bubblegum, you dumb ass. You’re the one with the ‘Prime’ senses, you should be able to tell,” you spat back. “It’s white peaches and oranges.”

“Oh woop-de-damn-do,” Yoongi growled, and your eyes widened momentarily before you released a hiss of your own.

“Alright you two, cut it out,” Namjoon stated firmly, and both you and Yoongi glared at each other for a few moments longer before stopping.

“Thank God, I can’t eat with too many pheromones' in the air,” Jin rolled his eyes.

“So Yoongi, Tae was telling me that you’re pretty handy,” Namjoon suddenly said, expertly changing the subject and Yoongi was grateful for the out.

“Yeah,” he confirmed.

“Well, I’ll set you up with Kibum then,” Namjoon told him. “He’s a little older and he’ll probably be happy to have the extra help. That is, if you’re willing.”

“I mean, I guess,” Yoongi shrugged carelessly.

“There’s also a free cabin just on the edge of our territory that you can stay in,” Namjoon continued.

“Hyunbin’s old one?” Hobi interjected and Namjoon nodded his head.

“If you want, I can take you there after we get done eating,” Namjoon offered.

“Sure,” Yoongi replied and that was the end of that conversation as everyone resumed their previous discussions. When Taehyung first told Yoongi about the dining hall, he had balked at the concept of having to eat around complete strangers but now that he was actually doing it, Yoongi had to admit that he kind of liked the company. It wasn’t something that he was used to in his old pack, but it’s not as if he would’ve wanted to eat or even converse with most of his former packmates anyways.

The whole thing was very abnormal to him but when he allowed himself to think about it, he had to admit that he kind of....liked the whole thing. He wasn’t ready to admit that out loud though; not yet, anyways.

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Once lunch was over, Yoongi followed silently behind Namjoon as he led him to the cabin that he had told him about. As they walked, Yoongi made sure to take note of how to get there, since he would be staying there until he figured something else out.

“And here we are,” Namjoon announced as he walked up the front steps to the cabin, pausing and taking a key out of his pocket to unlock the door before stepping inside. When Yoongi walked in behind him, he took a look around the cabin. Stepping through the front door led straight into the living room, and Yoongi could see that there was a little kitchen off to his right and a small hallway off to his left, where he assumed the bedroom and bathroom were.

“It’s bare because it hasn’t been used in about 7 months, but you can feel free to do what you wish with it,” Namjoon explained. “Working with Kibum though, I’m sure that this place will be filled in no time.”

“Yep,” Yoongi mumbled as he walked around Namjoon in order to get a better look around the cabin.

“Look Yoongi, I understand that you might be a little weary of me and the pack after what happened to you,” Namjoon began and Yoongi turned around to look at him. “But I do hope that you can understand that there’s no one who wishes to harm you here. We are a pack who takes care of each other and that now includes you, even if you decide that you want your stay to be temporary. Ok?”

“I get it,” Yoongi nodded, hesitating for a few seconds before continuing. “Thanks, for the cabin and...everything else.”

“You’re welcome,” Namjoon smiled, holding out his hand and when Yoongi reached out as well, Namjoon dropped the key to the cabin into his hand. “Well, I’ll let you try and get settled.”

“Alright,” Yoongi agreed easily, watching as Namjoon nodded at him once before turning and walking out of the cabin, shutting the door behind him. Yoongi then took another look around the cabin, sighing heavily when he realized that complete strangers had treated him better after only knowing him for a week than his old pack had after knowing him his entire life.

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keelabo · 4 years ago

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i just wanna say that I love your fics!!! but how do you picture Harry and Draco in your head when you're writing them?

Ahh, thank you very much!!! ❤️❤️

Actually, I picture Draco as Tom Felton, but kind of with more elvish features? Like, this would be the base:

And with elven features like this (though not the ears, lmao):

Because to me, Draco is beautiful. Like, he's a pureblood wizard. He was bred to be beautiful.

And to me, this will always be Harry:

Because Daniel just... Looks like Harry does in my mind. With green eyes. And sometimes he lets his beard grow out because he can't be bothered to shave it. Sometimes his hair is longer, but mostly he keeps it at the same length as the picture above. To me, Harry cares more about stuff that are important to him, like solving a case, teaching in Defence Against the Dark Arts, reading about dark arts to know how to handle it, et cetera. He's wearing glasses to see, and he prefers them big because the frame won't annoy his visuals, he dresses in what's comfortable, because he's always been wearing too big clothes, so he doesn't care about the fit.

Whilst Draco is a lot more posh. He styles his hair, takes care of his skin, he wears frame-less, rectangular reading glasses and ONLY wear them at home, or when he's around people he's comfortable with.

And to piss off his father, he wears Muggle suits instead of robes.

To me, Draco is sophisticated outwards, while Harry just goes with the flow. And though Draco desperately tries to get Harry into a suit more often for finer events, he just loves Harry for who he is.

And while Draco is chaotic in his feelings, Harry is the one who's more composed, because he knows how to handle a panic attack. He knows how to soothe Draco.

To me, their differences, from their looks to personality, complement each other. While Harry is oblivious and sometimes as perceptive as a brick, Draco sees the little things. He notices differences.

Where Draco is a coward, Harry encourages him, and sometimes is brave for him.

Where Harry's beliefs in himself and his confidence fails, Draco gives him pep-talks and make him believe that he could conquer the world. Because after all, he did kill Voldemort.

"But it's purely out of lu-" Harry would try to argue, while Draco shushes him and says "it is not. It's because it's you. Because you're clever, because you take what you have and you do what you can with it. And it's bravery, it's brains, and it's thinking of things no one else thought of."

So yeah, thanks for listening to my Ted-Talk 😂

Hope you're having a lovely time wherever you are, and that you are safe! ❤️

#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #anonymous #draco x harry

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sincerelynamkook · 5 years ago

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Hennessy (01)

Latina Y/N x Jungkook

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: alcohol/drunken behavior (drink responsibly friends), mentions of smoking, sexual tension

Word Count: 2.6k

Playlist: “Yo Perreo Sola” by Bad Bunny // “Frikitona” by Plan B // “Te Extrano” by Xtreme // “Imitadora” by Romeo Santos”

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“You ready?” I roll my eyes with a pout instead of verbally answering my best friend’s question. I’m still lowkey butthurt she not only forced me to get up from my umpteenth day in bed, but also forced me to get dressed and put on makeup. I’m barely into my 30th day of getting over a breakup, I had plans to dive deep into the pits of my depression and despair for another month or two.

“Stop being a brat and get over it. It’s not like you were in love with the guy.” Britt sasses back.

“Maybe so. But I really gave that fucker 6 months of my life thinking he would eventually be the one only for him to go out and cheat on me...let me be depressed, damn bro.”

“Dude, c'mon. Tony said this would be the party of the year and you know how Latinos love to throw a party.” She grabs my hand and drags me up the driveway to the front door. I could hear the loud blast of Merengue music all the way from where we parked down the street. Serves us right for being 2 hours late to this damn party. But we were running on Latino time.

“Bitch did you forget I’m Latina?” I ask her. Of course I know what Latin parties are like.

“Really? You sure ain’t acting like the bad bitch Latina I know you are.”

“I-...whatever.” I mumble, not having a retort.

She giggles and opens the front door, coming fact to face with Jimin who has the brightest smile on his face. “Finally bitches! I’ve been waiting for y’all for over an hour.”

Music, laughter, singing, mixed with conversations from every direction bombard my ears. Jimin drags Britt and me to the back of the house, bee-lining straight to the kitchen counter that's covered in alcoholic beverages. He goes around to stand next to Tony who’s behind the counter, dressed in an all black fit, gold chain around his neck, nose pierced with a stud and a septum, and small black rectangular framed glasses perched on his nose.

“What, you on your Bad Bunny phase or something?” I ask him as Jimin hands me a cranberry vodka, knowing it’s my favorite drink.

With a smile, he sticks his tongue out and places his pinky fingers near his glasses doing the iconic Bad Bunny pose, “You already know babyyyy,” he says garnering a laugh from me. “I made sure to stock up on cranberry and vodka for you babe. Britt warned me so we on that ‘Bring Y/N back to life’ gang shit tonight.”

“Oh god,” I grimace. When Britt and Tony get together on their “missions” there is no hope for us. “Well you got food around here? I ain’t getting shitfaced on an empty stomach.”

“This ain’t the first time at the rodeo, Y/N.” Hoseok says as he appears behind Tony with a platter of appetizers on a plate for me. “We take care of our favorite girls around here, Y/N, c'mon now, especially when you're my girlfriend’s best friend” he winks at Britt and she giggles. Gross.

“My hero.” I respond sarcastically, inspecting the chips and guac. With a raise of a brow I ask, “This better be some legit guac boys, not that store bought kind y’all got that one time at Costco.”

“Omg get over it! I didn’t realize it was expired!” Jin yells from behind me. He gives Britt a kiss on the cheek before pinching my arm. I stick my tongue out before giving him a genuine smile. “I wasn’t even the one who bought it. It was Jimin!”

Jimin giggles, “Well that’s what y’all get for sending me grocery shopping when I’m hungover.”

“I was sick for days! I almost died!” I yell back. Not gona lie, this guac is hella good. “Dude, who made this guac. It’s legit, I’ll give you that.”

“I asked my sister to make some for us. She also made some tamales for you and Britt, you know she loves y'all more than me.” Tony says as he pours me another drink. Tears start to well in my eyes, food being the only thing that weakens my tough exterior.

“Tony...tell your sister to divorce Jackson and marry me. I’ll treat her better!” I exclaim making the group laugh.

“Y’all lets move this party to the den.” Hoseok says, grabbing Britt’s hand and leading us to the next room, away from the bigger crowd.

We each take our usual seats. Being a tight knit group since our college days, we have our traditions, one being movie night at Tony’s every weekend, thus leading us to have our own unofficial assigned seats.

The music can still be heard from the den, albeit not as loud as it was in the main rooms.

“So we getting Y/N shitfaced tonight right?” Jimin asks with a smirk in my direction.

“Hell yeah. I can’t believe you skipped out on movie nights this whole month.” Jin responds with a shake of his head. “I thought we were family.”

I roll my eyes at his dramatics. “Whatever. Y’all know how I get when I’m in my moods.”

Hoseok stands and comes around the couch to hug me from behind. “I know you’re not a hugger but accept this quick hug and let go of your sadness friend.”

I giggle and hold back my witty remark, knowing his heart is in the right place. “Thanks Hobi. Give me a few more drinks and I’ll be begging for your hugs.”

He jumps at that and runs to the kitchen yelling, “You don’t have to tell me twice!!” Brittany gets up and follows him, muttering something about going to make sure he doesn’t get dragged into dancing.

“But in all seriousness, Y/N, are you okay?” Jin asks next to me.

“Not gona lie, I’m hurt because y’all know how I feel about cheating. But it is what it is right?” I exhale and gulp down my third cup of cranberry vodka.

“You’ll be okay babe, c'mon lets go get more drinks.” Jimin takes my hands and drags me out the den, just as Yoongi and Joonie were walking into the den.

“Hey fuckers. I brought the Henny!” Yoongi announces with a smirk. At the sound of Henny I turn around and walk back into the den, grabbing the Hennessy bottle from Yoongi’s grasp and opening it to pour myself some shots.

“Oh so that’s what we doing huh?” He smirks and I just wink at him raising my shot glass at him.

“The night is young my friend.” I say as I raise up my second shot in a toast. Joon takes the bottle from me and pours me another one, clinking his own glass with mine.

“Let’s get this bread!” he says to which I grimace and retort back, “Grandpa, don’t ever say that again.” He chuckles with a roll of his eyes and downs his shot.

The heat from the alcohol going down my throat and coursing throughout my body has me removing my jacket. Jin whistles saying “aight mami, you sure you're getting over a break up?”

Giggling, I look over at him to see him checking me out. I’m donned in black ripped skinny jeans, black platform Jadon docs, and a green satin tank top; meaning my tattoo covered arm is out on display. “Boy please, be quiet before you get me in trouble with Tree. Where is she anyway?”

“She had to work tonight. She’s gonna come after her shift which should be soon.” He says checking the time on his phone.

Another shot is placed in my hand by Jimin, “bottoms up bitch!”

I down my shot just as I hear the sounds of “Yo Perreo Sola” by Bad Bunny start to play. “Oh shit! This my song!!!” I yell, clearly feeling the effect of the alcohol contents fueling my body. I grab Jimin’s hand and drag him over to the crowd dancing in the large living room.

Jimin positions himself behind me, holding my waist as we start to dance to the song. We grind up on each other, perreando like the song describes, screaming the chorus together with the crowd. I turn around to face him and push him backwards, ready to perrear sola. The other girls around me start to hype me up and start to grind against me. We put on quite the show but the crowd goes even wilder when the song switches to “Frikitona” by Plan B. Jin dances up next to me with Tree on his arm and hands me two more shots, “double fist time babyyy” he yells over the crowd. I take the shots all the while I’m dancing, I don’t even notice when the two empty glasses are replaced with new full ones by Jimin, knowing it's him with the pink hair on his head, but I down those two. I vaguely notice Hoseok and Brittany dancing not too far from me, practically making love on the dance floor. Wouldn’t surprise me if they disappeared upstairs real soon. The reggaetón bops keep going and Jimin and I keep dancing amidst the crowd. Whoever picked this mix deserves a reward because it got all the throwbacks. I smile big when I hear Don Omar’s “Dile.”

I’m sweating, pushing my hair back from my face every few seconds, regretting not bringing a scrunchie with me to put it in a bun. The reggaetón mix fades off into a bachata mix with “Te Extrano” by Xtreme being the first song to play. Not wanting to go back into my feels, I decide to take this time to grab water and sober a bit. Now that I’ve stopped dancing I realize just how drunk I really am. I lean against the counter and grab a cool water bottle from the cooler, snickering when I see Yoongi making out with some girl across the kitchen.

The bachata mix turns sensual, as “Sobredosis” by Romeo Santos starts to play. I sway softly in my spot against the counter, singing along to the song as I try hard to sober up.

I hear Tony yell a “Look who finally made it” and the crowd starts to shout their greetings at whoever just walked in. I turn around to see what the commotion is all about and see Jungkook walking in holding two bottles of Hennessy, one in each hand.

“What the fuck” I whisper softly, but not soft enough when I hear Taehyung reply, “yeah, he’s back.”

“Whoa when did you get here TaeTae? And when you say ‘he’s back’ you mean cause of summer break right?” I ask without turning back around to look at him, my attention at one man and one man only.

“I got here a while ago with Janet, we were outside smoking though.” Ahh that makes sense. “And no, he’s back for good. He graduated last week.” He says with a smirk in my direction.

My eyes go wide, muttering a soft, “fuck.” I turn around to face the kitchen, hands in my hair in exasperation. How did he graduate already? He’s like three years younger than me! I close my eyes and focus on doing the math only to realize that he in fact was graduating college this year. Shit.

Tae pats my back, “what’s got your panties in a twist love? It’s not like you fucked the guy on his 21st birthday and never spoke to him again even though he’s one of your best friend’s, Yoongi’s to be exact, younger brother.”

I open my eyes and face Tae. He yells an exaggerated ‘OW!” when I twist his nipple.

“Kim Taehyung what the fuck?! I told you never to mention that again.” I exhale and make the decision to continue my “getting shitfaced” mission. Pouring a line of shots, I start to take them one after the other until Tae decides to take the last 3 himself earning a “fuck you” from me.

I lean against the counter, facing the living room only to see Jungkook walking towards me. I roll my eyes at him when I see his smirk directed at me. He walks up next to me and opens the bottle of Hennessy, not saying a word. Taehyung chuckles and leaves with a “have fun lovebirds.” Jungkook pours two shots and hands me one. But he doesn’t just give it to me like any decent person would, no way, he has the audacity to bring the shot glass to my lips , softly nudging my lips open with it to make me drink. Not one to back down from a challenge, I hold his hand holding the shot glass against me and throw my head back to down it. His big brown eyes, those that were so full of innocence, are now full of lust and focused on my lips. I don’t miss the way they subtly move down to look at my neck when I swallow the alcohol, or the way his hand still near my lips slightly twitches when my tongue flicks out to lick my bottom lip, making sure I take every drop of alcohol he gave me.

He leans closer to me, his scent which now surrounds me making me even drunker. My hands go up to his chest instinctively, as if I had the willpower to actually shove him away. I could feel his heart beating faster against my hands, his pecks feeling tight...woah when did that happen?

I feel, rather than see, his face lean closer to my ear where he softly whispers, “wana show me what else you can swallow?” His deep melodic voice has me closing my eyes and gulping in a millisecond, feeling a rush of wetness pool at my core.

I open my eyes, reminding myself who I’m talking to and laugh the nerves away. I shove him back, needing some room to breathe and he chuckles at my antics.

The playlist starts to play “Imitadora” by Romeo Santos and I can feel a change in the atmosphere. Jungkook takes a step closer to me, arm going around me to softly push me against him. He leans close to my ear again to whisper “dance with me” but I’m too high off his scent and to the beat of his heart that’s vibrating against where my hands rest on his chest to answer. He takes it as a yes and walks us backwards to the center of the makeshift dance floor.

I bring myself back to the present and raise an eyebrow at him, “You sure you can keep up Korean boy?” I feel his chest softly vibrate from his chuckle.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve preciosa” he answers with a smirk as he twirls me around. I swoon at his honey like voice calling me “preciosa,” with the subtle hint of his accent. But I feel my pussy clench when he dances bachata like a Latin born man.

My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest when he starts singing the chorus of the song in perfect Spanish close to my ear. Hitting every note like if he was Romeo Santos.

He must've heard my swift intake of breath by the way he smiles. A smile I feel on my neck as he leans even closer to me to drop a kiss at my nape, sealing it with a lick.

The song comes to an end, quickly transitioning to a more up tempo bachata song. Jungkook drops another kiss on my neck and whispers “wana see what other tricks I got?”

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thetaoofzoe · 5 years ago

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FIC: A Secret Admirer? 1/1

Title: A Secret Admirer? 1/1

Summary: Two brown paper parcels await Edith in the kitchen of her shop.

Pairing: Edith Grayston x Sherlock Holmes

Rating: Coziness and fluff and you know they have soft feelings for each other.

Word Count: 1026

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Two brown paper wrapped parcels, one atop the other, awaited Edith when she walked into the chilly kitchen on the morning of 05 September.

She stood in the doorway for a moment, peering curiously in at the boxes, wondering whether there had been a mis-delivery and they should have gone to the shop next door.

Prolonging her own anticipation, Edith shrugged out of her coat and crossing the room, hung it from the hook in the corner. She collected a few crisp dry logs from the dented metal pail near to the stove and began loading them into the stove’s clean firebox.

She bent and touched a lit match to the fluffy kindling she’d stuffed between the split logs and after a few bursts from the bellows the fire roared to life. Satisfied, Edith knocked the heavy stove door shut with the tip of her boot. Dusting her hands together, she turned nervously to the parcels waiting on the table.

The top one was thin and rectangular and the bottom one was chunky and square. Both were carefully wrapped with clean white twine.

This was hand delivered straight from the shop, she thought examining the fresh ink stamp that boasted the name of the establishment and noting the lack of crinkles and dings and nicks in the paper that generally happened when the post got their harried hands on things.

The rising heat from the stove warmed the backs of her skirts and Edith stood motionless for a moment, her mind ticking through a list of what could possibly be in the packages. Excitement rose in her, tickling little butterflies in her belly. She pressed both hands eagerly across her belted midsection like a little girl waiting for Christmas and allowed herself to smile.

Just as she reached for them, one of the shop workers poked her head round the door jamb and giggled.

‘I see your birthday has come early, Edith,’ she said, her eyes greedily on the two parcels.

Edith snatched her hands away from the boxes as if she’d been suddenly discovered in the midst of doing something illicit. She gave the woman a nervous smile and turned round to fetch her apron.

‘My birthday has already passed,’ Edith sang over her shoulder, hands busily working to tie the efficient knot in the apron strings.

‘Then,’ cooed the woman, slinking like a coy cat into the warming kitchen, ‘you, my love, have a secret admirer.’

Secret admirer.

The words increased the fluttering of the butterflies, but ever the private woman, Edith tossed an affectedly curious glance back at the parcels on the table.

‘Oh, well, I wish,’ she lied. ‘But I was expecting these package… it’s… ahh… something I ordered. They’ve finally arrived.’

The woman’s face fell and it was exactly the reaction Edith wanted.

‘Oh,’ she said, the corners of her mouth drooping into a disappointed half-moon.

Edith watched her eye the parcels and knew more questions would be hot on her tongue, if she didn’t intervene.

‘Would you be so kind as to have John cut more wood?’

Edith picked up the wood pail, dumped out the remaining logs onto the floor and handed the pail to the woman.

The woman’s eyes slid from the parcels to the sooty pail and with a sigh, she grabbed it by the handle.

‘If I can find him,’ she said, sounding put upon and Edith made a shooing motion with her hands.

Edith followed her to the kitchen door, pulled it closed and locked it to preserve her privacy.

The parcels taunted her and she realised that her palms were moist and her hands trembled a little.

Secret admirer.

She tumbled the possibility over in her mind.

The idea of one was tantalising, but it was rare that she was in the company of enough gentlemen to have captured the attention of one. Wiping her hands on her apron, she approached the table, and decided to open the larger of the two boxes first.

She carefully unknotted the twine for later use and unpicked the dollop of adhesive that held the brown paper flaps closed. When the paper fell open, she saw a plain brown box. Working the top off of the box she gasped when she saw the contents.

Carefully she lifted out a delicately ornate red and blue patterned teapot. Placing it reverently on the rough and stained table top seemed like sacrilege, but it was the only place to put it for the moment. Glancing back into the box she saw two heavily wrapped lumps that turned out to be a pair of matching teacups and saucers.

Edith staged the teapot in between the two seated teacups and pulled out one of the chairs to sit down in front of the scene to admire the items.

‘So beautiful,’ she murmured, tracing a finger along the handle of the pot. ‘Who would send such a thing?’

She pulled the second parcel close and knew immediately that it was a book. She unwrapped it less carefully and was distracted when a clean white card fell into her lap.

‘The Englishwoman’s Review,’ she read the book title aloud and turned the card over to read the neat script.

‘Knowledge is power and power can be dangerous. I trust you to keep both safe.’

Yours Respectfully,

Sherlock Holmes.

So, she thought with a pleased smile. Sherlock Holmes lived up to the free thinker that he touted himself to be because the book he’d gifted her was something his own brother would have her arrested for.

Edith went into her office and found a clean sheet of mailing paper upon which she wrote:

Dear Mr S. Holmes,

Please do come round to the shop for a slice of rose cake and a cup of tea. I have just now come into possession of an immaculate tea set and would like to christen it. This is an open invitation to be used at your leisure

Kindest Regards,

Miss E. Grayston.

She folded it, stamped it and when John finally turned up, carrying the wood pail into the kitchen, she ordered him to scrub his hands and hurry to deliver a special letter to Baker Street.

#henry cavill #enola holmes #sherlock holmes #Henry!Holmes #fluff #susan wokoma #edith grayston #sherlock x edith

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