#and he's too often in hells to treat to his garden property

[maegalkarven]

The funniest side-effect of Levi creating a big ass beautiful natural garden in Baldur's Gate (he collapses Cazador's palace and uses it as a fundament for it) using flesh as a fertilizer and growing plants and trees out of the bodies, is unexpected friendship he and Kagha develop.

Kagha leaves the grove to help make Baldur's Gate closer to nature (in repentance of her past actions).

She comes to the city, fully expecting to hate every part of it, and finds the most beautiful oasis of nature built on the bones of the enemies of the state. She can't help but appreciate such take on being a druid.

Meanwhile Halsin tries to tell Levi this is not how druids actually druid, Silvanus does not-

Levi doesn't listen, he knows better than to care what some god says. He knows druid magic in the way it comes to him; with blood and death and wild, animalistic rage, and bloodthirst and urgent need of survival, and creation out of destruction, life out of death. Be considers that to be the cycle of life.

Someone dies, and thus serves to make the plants thrive. What's wrong with that?

[bleach-your-panties]

Quit making me think about izuru 😂 I can't stop thinking about neighbor izuru who does repairs and things around your property to impress you or childhood friends to arranged marriage

Girl help me I can't write 😭

Now, THAT I cannot do😂 I CAN, however give you some hc’s for neighbor!Izuru. I also love the arranged marriage idea! *puts in pocket for later*

dividers by @/benkeibear and @/todorosie

Your neighbor, Izuru Kira, who lives in the apartment next door to the one you just moved into.

Who works as the groundskeeper and stand-in maintenance guy for whenever his boss is busy with other jobs.

Izuru who politely welcomes you into the neighborhood by leaving a basket of fresh fruit and crepes on your doorstep. 

You often see him attending to the multitude of flower beds and shrubberies around the complex.

On days where the sun is particularly sweltering and he is working tirelessly; like a good neighbor, you will bring him lemonade and sandwiches because you know how hard he works to ensure that the grounds look nice for all of the residents.

Your neighbor, Izuru, who helps the elderly residents of the complex bring in their groceries and fixes little odds and ins around the house for them.

Who even climbed up a 20 ft high tree to rescue a little girl’s cat (that ended up scratching the hell out of his face - but no worries, because you invited him into your apartment to clean and disinfect his wounds)

Neighbor Izuru, who voluntarily cleans out the pool on his day off, just to help his boss out. He does so shirtless in nothing but a pair of light-wash blue jeans that slightly hang off his slim waist, revealing the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers. Sleek blond hair dripping with sweat that he wipes away with a swipe of his hand across his forehead.

Neighbor Izuru, who you’ve grown an extreme attraction to in the past few months that you’ve been living here. He was always so kind and mannerable towards everyone; a true gentleman.

Who’d never said one thing out of turn to you, even when he accidentally caught a glimpse of you through your bedroom changing into your nightclothes one evening. He noticed that you don’t wear any underwear beneath your pajamas. Probably due to the summer heat.

Neighbor Izuru who fisted his cock to the image of your naked body that night and busted all over his hand and sheets with a deep red blush set on his cheeks.

Who couldn’t stop fantasizing about having your naked body beneath him in his cool bedroom, the air conditioning set on a comfortable temperature so you’d both be content.

Izuru whose ears now turn pink everytime you greet him ‘good morning’ on your way to work and ‘good evening’ when you return home.

Your neighbor, Izuru, who does subtle things to try and catch your attention, like planting the roses in the garden by the office in your favorite color and mending the birdhouses so that the little cardinals and sparrows have a place to congregate when you come to feed them.

Izuru, who you’ve often caught sleeping in the courtyard on his break with his hand over his eyes and back leaned up against an oak tree. The same tree that he rescued the cat from.

Who scrambles awake, completely flustered when you inform him that his boss is looking for him. You’re kneeling in front of him and he can see your breasts by the way your sundress dips in the front. You’re still not wearing a bra.

Izuru, who, finally after months of secretly pining after you, gets up the nerve to ask you out for ice cream; his treat. He knows a great place not too far from the apartment.

Your neighbor, who is stunned when you actually end up asking him out first by bringing him a basket of homemade chocolate chip cookies.

His blue eyes widen in surprise, even more so when you stretch up onto your tip-toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for all of the hard work that you do around here, Izuru. It doesn’t go unnoticed.”

Izuru Kira, your neighbor, who gets a sudden rush of courage and grabs your chin, pressing an experimental kiss to your chapstick-covered lips. You taste like watermelon.

Who ends up getting pulled by you into the pool shed and pressed against the door while you fumble with his belt and the button of his jeans. Your lips molded against each other's in a sloppy, wet kiss.

Izuru, your neighbor, who asks if you’re sure when you sink to your knees and pull his cock out of his boxers. You nod and give his leaking tip a few kitten licks before taking him in to the hilt.

He lets out a strangled yelp and holds your head flush to his crotch with his gardening-glove-covered hands.

Your neighbor, Izuru, who has to bite down on his lip to keep from making too much nose when your nose touches his pelvis and buries itself in his light blond pubes. One hand leaves your head to pull up your sundress, revealing your naked ass.

Izuru who, before he can cum from your mouth, bends you over a pool chair, drops his jeans to his ankles, swipes his fingers through your wet folds, and strokes the slick over his hard, aching cock.

“A-are you on something?” He blubbers nervously, not wanting to get you pregnant during this heated romp of passion.

You look at him over your shoulder and he almost cums on the spot. You nod.

Your neighbor, Izuru, who grips the hem of your dress and fists it in his hand while he eases the fat tip of his cock into your waiting hole.

“A little inappropriate, don’t you think? Letting your neighbor fuck you like this.” He says as he hikes one boot-clad foot up onto a pile of random junk and sets his pace: steady, eager, and hard.

Your ass recoils off of his hips, making loud slapping sounds that echo around the mostly empty shed.

The combination of your moans mix together so beautifully as you say each other’s names along with sweet praises and compliments to the other.

“So good” “so tight and warm” “so big” “so pretty” “you’re amazing.”

Your neighbor, Izuru, who begs you to cum - he can’t, refuses to cum before he feels you let go all over him. And you do.

Your orgasm triggers his and he pulls out quickly - warm, thick seed splashing over your ass cheeks and lower back.

Izuru, your neighbor, who reaches into his tool belt and pulls out refreshing wipes to clean you off before helping you stand upright. He has to catch you in his arms because your legs give out, making both of you blush.

Your neighbor, Izuru, who never thought that he’d fall for his pretty next-door neighbor and have her reciprocate his feelings.

Your neighbor, Izuru Kira.

#💗💗🍡°taglist: @stygianoir

[imaginedreamwrite]

Criminal: Part 7

For all your disinterest in James Buchanan Barnes, him kissing you had certainly cast him in a new light.

And not necessarily one that you hated. You had always seen Bucky as the thorn in your side, the Brooklyn heartbreaker who had more women than he knew what to do with. And you were disgusted by him.

Or at least, you tried to pretend you were. You tried to act like everything Bucky did angered you, while avoiding years of longing and unspoken feelings that rose to the surface every time he managed to brush his hands against your skin.

You’d worried about him when he was fighting in the war, which had almost made you lose both your brother and that irritancy. You’d written him during those cold nights when you thought you may never see the light of day again because…what else did you have to lose?

And then he threw you over his shoulder.

And then kissed you.

How could one kiss change the light around Bucky?

You started to notice the darker shades of blue in his eyes and the streaks of lighter brown that ran throughout his otherwise black-brown hair.

You noticed the dimple in his cheek when he smiled that specific way, and the roughness of his voice when he warned you about hitting him again.

You had spent so much time fighting Bucky and you really didn’t know why you had. He hadn’t treated you horribly, he hadn’t smacked you around or treated you like other men would have.

He was…distinctive and debonair.

Why had it taken so long for you to notice? Why had you felt so shaken up the prospect of Bucky stealing your breath with a soft kiss that drug on for far too long?

And damn you, why did the thought of Bucky throwing you over his shoulder like you were a prize he had won, a prize he had taken, so…endearing?

Oh, you may have seen Bucky in a new light, but that hadn’t meant you weren’t going to give him hell for taking you against your will.

He had all but deposited you in his house, or rather the estate the ‘headquarters’ were in, which according to him was the safest place for you, and then he had all but flit away for ‘business’.

But not before he trapped you against the bed, beneath his firm chest, his lips brushing against your own. “I trust you’ll be good?”

He had hummed against you and then stole any chance you had to answer, with a kiss.

“You’re a real piece of work, Bucky!” You cursed him moments after he had closed the door, and you were left alone.

But oh, you had a plan. If Bucky thought that you would start cooperating just because you were in his home, in his estate, in his company, then he had another thing coming.

“Be good,” you huffed as you ripped blankets and sheets from the bed and started tying them together, “maybe he should try not being such a block-head.”

You knew you wouldn’t be able to leave the property, you weren’t stupid. However there was a garden in the back, and from all your years of playing with the school kids when you were younger, you were an expert at hide and seek.

You had made yourself an escape rope from the blankets and sheets, tying them together, and securing one side to the bedpost, before you drug them to the window. You unlocked the window and pushed it open, throwing one half of the blankets and the sheets over until you had enough length, and then you slowly crawled over the other side and grabbed your rope with two hands.

You struggled to get yourself down in those damn slippery shoes, but you eventually had made it. You landed on the stone patio and wasted no time in scurrying into the garden until you reached a grove of trees.

“I won’t make this easy for you, Barnes.” You slipped your shoes off and threw one to the left by the rose bushes, and the other to the right near the fountain.

As they landed and obscured which direction you went, you grasped the tree and started climbing, ever thankful for running so often behind your brother and the bane of your existence.

“Ass.” You mumbled, climbing up until you reached a point where you were no longer visible. “Find me now, Bucky.”

“James Buchanan Barnes! You did not take that poor girl against her will!” His mother gaped at him, aghast at what her only son had done.

“She didn’t give me a choice, ma.” He crossed his arms over his chest, watching the shop keeper load up the trunk of the car with pretty things he knew you wouldn’t want, but would get anyway. “You know how Y/N is-“

“That is no excuse!” She placed her hands on her hips. “Your father-“

“-did the same thing to you, ma. Its kind of a tradition in our family.” Bucky grinned. Just thinking of that fire and your little temper made him hot under the collar. You always were a little brat, but now you were his brat. “‘Sides, you like Y/N.”

“Of course I like her. Y/N has a good heart and she puts up with the likes of you-“

“Thanks, ma.” Bucky rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting until the last bag was loaded.

“But trying to win Y/N over with materialistic things isn’t going to work, James. She isn’t impressed by fancy clothes.” His mother brushed a piece of hair out of his face. “You’re just a boy in love aren’t you?”

“I’m gonna marry Y/N Rogers, ma. I’m gonna be her husband and we’re gonna have beautiful kids.” Bucky was wistful about your future together. He was hopeful and acting more like a lovesick puppy than the head of a mafia family that ruled half of New York.

“Well, I’ll believe it when I see it.” His mother gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. “Don’t be too harsh with her, James.”

“I would never hurt her, ma.” Bucky smiled and stepped away, heading back to the door of the car, his driver waiting for him.

“I’ll see you both for dinner then? On Sunday?” She asked, watching him open the door and get halfway inside.

“Of course ma.” Bucky got into the backseat and closed the door, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small box, the necklace inside almost identical to your mother’s locket you had to pawn years ago.

He knew it wasn’t the original, but it was close enough that it would, hopefully, bring you some sense of happiness. He knew his mother was right, however.

You wouldn’t be impressed by the gifts, by the perfume and the dresses, and the makeup. He knew you wouldn’t touch them, at least not for a few weeks, but Bucky wouldn’t help it.

You were his girl. He wanted to spoil his girl.

He wanted you to have the best, and after a tough life, that you and Steve both had, he wanted to treat you.

“We’ve arrived, sir. But it seems like there’s a problem.” His driver parked the car and Bucky got out of the passengers side, immediately seeing an ‘issue’ when his guardsmen stood outside the door with a certain look on their face that Bucky picked up on immediately.

“She left the room?” He growled as he stalked up the front stairs.

“Somewhere in the garden.” They thought but they didn’t know.

“I’ll check it out. Bringing everything inside and have it set up.” Bucky ordered, entering the estate and immediately moving toward the room he had set you up in.

“Oh sugar,” Bucky Rey his hands on his hips the moment he walked into the room and saw the sheets and blankets ripped from the bed and knotted together in a rope ladder, “you think you’re so clever.”

Bucky removed his suit jacket and draped it across your bed, before he turned on his heel to track you down. His mind was raving as he moved throughout the house to the garden at the back. He had seen your shoes tossed in two different directions from the window in your room, no doubt a decoy.

Or at least one of them.

“Y/N,” Bucky called your name, “I know you’re here honey.”

He took that first step and wait, trying to hear any movement you would have made. “Come back inside and I won’t spank your fine ass.”

Bucky moved toward the first discarded shoe and picked it up, tossing it up in the air and catching it before he moved to the next. When he had the pair of them, Bucky had casually walked around the garden. He had a pretty good idea where you were hiding, but he wanted to give you the illusion that you had succeeded in stymieing him.

He wanted you to believe that you were real tough, and you were a tough woman, one of the best he’s seen, but around Bucky, whether you admitted it or not, you were soft. You were softer and far more vulnerable than you let on.

“Come on honey,” Bucky crooned, “I’m not mad. I like the little cat and mouse games. Just come out from where you’re hiding. I got some surprises for you.”

Bucky had approached a thicket of bushes, the place he thought you were in, but when he arrived and had pushed through, you were no where to be seen. Bucky stepped back and frowned, the idea that he was wrong wasn’t sitting well with him.

“Y/N-“ and then he heard it. Then he heard the sound of leaves rustling and a branch shaking. “Brilliant dame.”

Bucky walked toward the tree he knew you were in and came to stand underneath the branches, trying to spot you. His hands were shoved into his pockets and his blue eyes were roaming the branches, watching for any movement again, however now that he was there, you would be silent.

“Baby,” Bucky‘s eyes narrowed, “you’re a pretty bird, not a squirrel. Come down from there.”

“If you want me,” he heard your voice, “come up here and get me, Barnes.”

Bucky grit his teeth, his tongue pressed flat against the back of his top teeth. He was debating it, he was debating climbing the tree and bringing you back down, but a part of him wanted to punish you as much as you punished him.

“You’ll stay out here all night?” He asked. “In the cold? Come on sweetheart. Come down and we’ll have dinner. I’ll pick up your favourite.”

Bucky was trying to entice you. He was trying to take the soft approach before he got real pissed off.

“The only way I am coming down there, is if you drag me down.” You replied and the leaves shook again.

“Fine!” Bucky snapped. “Stay out here and freeze!”

He turned his back to the tree and started to walk away from you and the tree, however he had only made it maybe 15 feet away before he stopped again.

He couldn’t leave you up there. He wouldn’t leave his best girl stuck in a damn tree. He couldn’t let his sweetheart spend all night alone sitting on a branch while he was inside warm.

“Y/N!” Bucky groaned and turned back to the tree, staking toward the thick trunk. “You get your tight little ass down here!”

“Or what?” He could just see the look on your face. He could see the look on your face and it made him unbearably hard.

“You want me to call Steve?”

“Ooh! What a big threat! What’s he gonna do? Stand there and scold me to death?” You called down.

“Dammit! Y/N Rogers!” Bucky cursed. “Get down here, honey! You’re gonna fall and hurt yourself!”

“Ask nicely.”

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair, pulling on the ends. You were a spitfire. You were a damn brat.

“You are a menace!” Bucky yelled up at you, placing his left hand against the tree trunk. “What do you want, huh? You want me to bribe you?”

“You have nothing I want-“

“Fuck! Fine! Please,” Bucky‘s jaw clenched, “get your tight little ass down here.”

“So he does have manners.” You started to move and Bucky felt his breath catch in his throat when he heard you shriek and a few branches fell.

“Dammit, Y/N!” Bucky didn’t think his heart could beat any faster, even when you were now in view. “Are you out of your mind?”

When you were close enough, he grabbed you around the waist and yanked you from the tree, setting you down between himself and the thick trunk.

“What the hell were you thinking? Huh? You could’ve fallen and broke something.” Bucky raised his voice, his blue eyes searching your face. “You got your cheeks all dirty.”

“Oh no a little dirt-“ Bucky slammed his hand against the trunk, and slipped his other hand into the small of your back. He yanked you flush to his chest and dipped his head, his lips mere inches from yours.

“Don’t you ever pull that kind of stunt again.” His gaze lowered from your eyes to your lips. “I never want to see you in a tree again. If you would’ve fallen-“

You caught him off guard. You had leaned in and made contact with his lips, effectively throwing him off his game. And when he tried to deepen the kiss, you ducked under his arm and slipped away, causing Bucky to crash against the tree.

“I’m sorry, were you saying something?” You grinned and turned your back to him, slowly moving toward the house.

“I’m going to die young. And that woman will be the cause.” Bucky shook his head and picked up your discarded shoes, following behind you.

[ibijau]

“Stop borrowing flowers out of my garden to woo people who don’t even treat you right.” said by Jiang Cheng! Hm, could you make this mingcheng???

This one got away from me so it’s a tiny bit longer than the usual, oops?

The problem was that strictly speaking, it wasn’t a garden. It was just a patch of dirt on the side of a long abandoned construction project that had never been completed due to lack of funds, or embezzlement, or some other bullshit that Jiang Cheng had never cared enough about to try and find out.

It wasn’t a garden.

But Jiang Cheng had been planting flowers there, out of sheer boredom, because he lived right next door and missed the greeneries of his parents’ house. Their garden had always been gorgeous, perfectly maintained by his mother, an absolute work of art. It was the only place she seemed happy. It was the only thing Jiang Cheng missed about his old life. Those quiet moments when his mother, in a fit of good mood, took him around her garden, her one true love, and explained to him about the plants and how to best care for them. People in their circle would sometimes joke that Zu Ziyuan loved her garden more than her family.

Jiang Cheng had never found it funny. Perhaps because he knew what it was like to envy mulberry leaves for the tenderness with which Yu Ziyuan would remove caterpillars from them, when she could hardly be near her son without pushing him around.

For a while, Jiang Cheng had hated gardens. That wasn’t the whole reason why he’d moved to the city, but it had probably impacted his choice anyway. He’d wanted to get as far away from his parents’ life as he could.

But in the end, something must have run in his blood. After months of walking by that abandoned patch of dirt, Jiang Cheng had given in one day. He’d bought some bulbs and seeds, a beginner’s guide to gardening, and set out to work.

It had surprised him when flowers actually started growing. Jiang Cheng was used to failure, and his mother used to tell him he had no skill for gardening. No skill for anything really, but gardening in particular seemed to piss her off. 

But there were some wallflowers and geraniums to prove she’d been wrong about this.

About other things too, perhaps. For the time being, Jiang Cheng just clung to the gardening thing.

The entire first week after the flowers started growing, Jiang Cheng expected that whoever owned the plot of land would come to pour bleach on them. It was private property after all. But the plot appeared to be fully abandoned, and that meant Jiang Cheng was free to do as he pleased.

He got more flowers, making sure to pick varieties that were good for bees, because that would make his sister happy, if he ever got around to calling her. He also planted tomatoes, and after hesitation a few courgettes, because those grew like weeds and it wouldn’t matter if someone stole a few, or even all of them. It was the sort of things that’d make his brother happy, except he talked to him even less than to his sister, so Jiang Cheng wasn’t sure why that mattered.

What mattered was that the garden made him happy in a way he hadn’t been in a while. It gave him something to care about. To care for. Something to check on in the morning as he headed out to work, a place to spend a little time when he came home. It encouraged some of the neighbours to chat with him, when up until then they’d apparently half wondered if he was a serial killer with his constant angry face. The little old lady next door asked if she could borrow some of the vegetables growing, and gave him half the dish she made using them.

It felt like a homecooked meal, in a way the family gatherings he still occasionally attended never did.

“You should try planting daylilies,” she suggested. “Pretty and delicious, it’d be a win. My grandmother used to prepare them for us, I’m sure I can remember how to do it too.”

Jiang Cheng did as she asked, and sweet old madam Wen delivered on her promise when the flowers were ready. She invited Jiang Cheng to have lunch with him one Sunday, when her nephew and niece were there. It should have been awkward, but madam Wen was a cheerful old lady that managed to get all three of them chatting as if they’d always known each other.

Better than if they’d always known each other, in Jiang Cheng’s case.

He ended up trading phone numbers with both siblings. Not because he felt like flirting with either, as their aunt so clearly hoped for, but so he knew who to contact if something happened to the old lady. Wen Qing wasn’t very chatty, except to complain about their roommate from hell, but Wen Ning often asked for photos of the garden, and in exchange sent Jiang Cheng pictures of the dogs he got to see at the veterinary clinic where he worked.

For the first time in years, Jiang Cheng felt that things weren’t so bad.

So when one evening after work he dropped by his garden and saw a stranger in an expensive thought pacing by his courgettes, Jiang Cheng felt a familiar dread. If this was the plot’s owner, if he had come to ruin things…

Jiang Cheng rushed ahead, ready to plead his case.

Then stopped after a few steps when the man turned his way. He was handsome. Very handsome. The sort of handsome that belonged on the pages of a magazine, not in the middle of Jiang Cheng’s shitty illegal garden.

The man was also on the phone with someone, and apparently so deep in an argument that he didn’t even see Jiang Cheng just a few metres from him.

“You are the worst,” the man shouted at his phone, “and I swear I’m kicking you out this time. I will… no, don’t cry. Stop crying, it doesn’t work anymore! You…”

The handsome stranger started pacing nervously between the courgettes as whoever was on the other end of the conversation made their case.

“Listen, you are going to calm down, ok? I’m… hey, I’m bringing you flowers. How does that sound?”

He leaned down toward the daylilies, not yet picking one as he waited for the other person to reply.

“Of course real flowers. You… listen, I don’t have the energy for this. We’ll deal with it when I get home.”

The man hung up, and started tearing away Jiang Cheng’s flowers, roots and all, like a barbarian.

Jiang Cheng had always allowed everyone to take what they wanted or needed, but only if they showed some respect for his efforts.

“Stop borrowing flowers out of my garden to woo people who don’t even treat you right!” he barked, stomping toward the man.

The handsome stranger, startled, dropped the flowers.

“Your garden? What do you mean, your garden?”

“You think this got here on its own?” Jiang Cheng asked, gesturing at his garden. It wasn’t as beautiful as his mother’s, but it was his all the same and it loved his plants.

The man looked around with wide eyes, as if he hadn’t even noticed before where he was.

“Sorry, I thought they were just… wild flowers. Did you plant all of those?”

“Not the pumpkins, that’s the kids from down the streets who thought it’d be fun. And the herbs are madam Wen’s because she doesn’t like getting them from the store if she can get fresh ones. But the rest is mine.”

“Must have been a lot of work,” the man said with an admirative whistle. “I can make a cactus die of thirst, so I’m impressed, you must be really good. You’ve been at it for a while?”

“A couple months,” Jiang Cheng grumbled, refusing to let praise from a handsome man get to him. “I live next door and this place has been abandoned for ages apparently.”

“So it’s not your garden,” the stranger noted with a grin. “Well, if you’ve stolen the land, I feel less bad about stealing flowers. It’s not like you can call the cops on me.”

He bent down, ready to slaughter more flowers, so Jiang Cheng did the logical thing and pushed him to protect his daylilies. The handsome stranger fell in the dirt, which thankfully was dry and wouldn’t stain too badly. Jiang Cheng wasn’t sure he could afford to repay that suit.

“If you’re going to steal my flowers for your shitty manipulative wife, at least do it properly. Nobody wants a bouquet with roots.”

The man blinked a few times, a little disoriented after being pushed down. When he saw Jiang Cheng grab the torn daylilies and carefully cut the stems so he could replant the roots, the stranger laughed.

“You’re really passionate about this, uh,” he said, standing up and wiping the dirt from his suit. “That wasn’t my wife on the phone, by the way.”

“Your manipulative husband then,” Jiang Cheng retorted, cutting a few more flowers.

“Little brother,” the man corrected. “Apparently he got drunk last week, slept with my best friend, panicked, ghosted him, left town for five days to hide at his best friend’s house, and now he’s… ah, but you probably don’t care.”

Jiang Cheng shouldn’t care, no, but he couldn’t help laughing at the crazy story. It sounded like something right out of a shitty soap opera, or the kind of bullshit that Wei Wuxian used to pull all the time, back when he was still part of Jiang Cheng’s life.

“My brother’s the same,” Jiang Cheng said, handing out the small bouquet he’d managed to salvage. “Did you take those so he can go apologise to your friend?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure if he’s going to give them to Xichen or if he just wants to keep them to feel spoiled. I’m not sure I’ll give them to him, anyway. It’s not every day a handsome man gives me a bouquet, I’ll be tempted to keep it.”

Jiang Cheng shrugged and rolled his eyes, and absolutely did not blush like a schoolgirl being complimented by her crush.

“Just go give those to your brother. And learn to cut flowers properly, asshole.”

“If I drop by again, will you teach me?”

Jiang Cheng shrugged again and turned away, so it wouldn’t be too obvious just how red his face was. He’d have slapped himself if he could have. It was ridiculous to react so strongly. His only excuse was that the man was really, really gorgeous and had a really, really nice voice… and that it had been a long while since anyone had flirted with him, even this badly.

“Maybe I will, if I can find the time. My life’s not a fucking soap opera but I have my own stuff to do.”

“Fair enough. Well, I hope I’ll see you around. It was nice talking to you.”

Jiang Cheng shrugged, and refused to turn around to watch that too handsome man go, though he might have been slightly tempted.

He’d lost enough time to that asshole already, and the tomatoes weren’t going to water themselves.

[everyothermouse]

A lil group portrait of the time au adventuring gang!! Them <333

Basically tol fucked up as a kid and is now on the run from the law, but realized that since his life was so crazy he could live off of telling stories of his wacky adventures. When he met Jay he wanted him to come with him, and when he found out jay couldn't come cus he was virtually a demon/god/magic magnet he decided he NEEDED to bring him to capitalize on how it'd make more cool stories. And yeah it worked so since then he's been collecting wackos to aaa go crazy aaaa go stupid (and also bcus safety I numbers or whateva, pop and pip are also criminals and pastel and jay are crimes against god <3) more about each individual under the cut!

Doin them from left to right :)

Pastel: died when she was messing around with some friends and got stuck under a big rock and left to starve. But because of a fluke in the underworld her God decided to resurrect her, a right usually only belonging to saints. Because of this she's now poorly pretending that she totally did something to deserve being revived (she tells a different story every time someone asks, she thinks it's funny) to avoid being persecuted for suspected witchcraft. She met Jay when they were both drunk and they had fun fucking around in the city, and she spilled the beans to him that she was revived for no reason. She regretted it, but jay didn't kill her because even though he's religious he knew what it felt like to be magically cursed and have everyone be pissed at u for it. Also she's really funny with jay so tol begged her to come with them to add more Comedy(tm) to his memoirs

Pop: a time traveller and angel who is trying to hide both of those facts but only really succeeding at hiding the time travel thing. When they were a kid they traveled to this time with his friends Lustre and Cherrybomb, but when they were attacked by the vicious royal guard they weren't able to escape without leaving Lustre behind. Cherrybomb super repressed that memory, and while pop recovered from some minor injuries they vowed to never time travel again. Yeah they only kept that up until they were like 15, but they still couldn't bring themself to go back to when they left Lustre. But now they're 26 (well technically they're like 33 but in their time their supposed to be 26) living with their boyfriend cherrybomb and have years of time travel experience under their belt, and they're ready to go back. Except they can't go back because they created a travel block for themself by accident because of how upsetting the event was, so instead they traveled as close as they could, about 10 years in the future of the time. Now they search for any form of closure, all they need to know is what happened to their friend, and they will do whatever it takes to find this out. But angels aren't super welcome in the past, especially not with uncut wings, so it's not exactly easy for them to navigate this time period. But after a while of their search they met two lovely children (well young adults), a demon and a "cursed" (nowadays they call em spiritually gifted) and felt so bad for how much the world seemed to be against them they decided they could travel with them, just for a bit, to protect them. They tried not to get attached. They failed. They're in it for the long run now aren't they TwT also as they explore this time and learn more about the gods, they start to realize that they might... be the God of longevity???? Or at least an older version of them became them? Time travel is fucked man

Btw Lustre plays a big role in this plot, her hyper futuristic knowledge, 'blessed' white eyes, and strange God gifted clothing would all lead to him rising to a much different role than fugitive rather quickly, but they're not who this post is about ;) also I'm gonna go bottom to top for the 3 in the middle let's go

Lune: just a little guy :) lune is a young rancher/gardener who worships the God of the wood, who kind of goes missing sometimes and is lowkey the least loyal God but shhhh he loves them. Lune and tol were childhood friends (along with their pal cleo) but on one of their little excursions tol took something very important to a very powerful king, and refused to give it back. As retribution the king destroyed their entire town, and cleo put all the blame on tol, tol and lune both knew lune had to take the side against tol in order to not have the town turn on him. So yeah he moved with the town to bring up a brand new farm, long awaiting the day when tol would come home and say that things were OK and they could settle back in town together, hopefully with cleo too. That didn't happen, but tol did come back and peer pressure lune into part time adventuring with him! So yeah generally lune just runs his lil farm and prays, but when tol comes to pick him up he gets a chance to go be free to act batshit crazy, just like when he was a kid 🥰

Pipes: DEmon! One time lune and tol had a little squabble so lune was like 'im gonna get a new best friend and ur gonna regret this' and tol was like 'yeah right, u live with a bunch of criminals right now no one's gonna wanna be ur bestie dumbass' so lune just walked into a cave at night and dragged out this little nonverbal demon because demons who live alone in caves don't have high standards for friends. Even tho it was just a ploy to make tol jealous lune went super hard on it and now pipes is actually friends with the gang lmaoo

Tol: like I said with lunes, stole something important from a king as a kid, monarch got pissed, blew up the town, town got pissed at tol for it, and since then he's been on the run because he's too stubborn to give back the damn thing (they could have just attacked HIM for it, but since la queen decided to fuck with his town, his family, tol thinks he doesn't deserve to have it back.) He had to run from town to town and got into a lot of danger in his attempts at finding places to hide, but he lacks fear and tended to fight stuff off. As a kid he found that he could get enough pity to be welcomed into towns if he told people he had to fight a monster to get there, so he told stories at every town and camp he went to of his hardships. But as he got older, those he stayed with beckoned him to keep talking, and more and more people said they had heard of his adventures. And that's when when it clicked, his shining ticket to true freedom wasn't a place, it was his stories. They gave him food, shelter, fun, memories, a life. So he made it his mission to never settle down, to make his life as crazy as possible and to talk about it as much as possible, and if he ever ran out of energy to adventure, he'd spend the rest of his dying days writing and writing his entire life story. He thought this was a life he'd live alone, but one day he sought refuge in jays little lonely house because he thought it was abonded, luckily though Jay had just been praying for a second chance at life and decided that considering the timing, tol must be that second chance. So yeah jay patched him up, found out on his monthly supply route he was harboring someone very wanted, and took care of tol even harder because he didn't know or care why he was wanted, he just knew that anyone who had a drawing of them as a child on a wanted poster definitely didn't deserve it. So yeah they're besties now.

AAA I wrote out a really long description for jay but tumblr glitched and I lost it :'O ble here's a shorter rewrite cus I'm not writing out that whole thing again >:P

Jay: brought up in a church village,, he was born with the curse, which allows him to tap into magical properties very easily, and be very easily controlled, manipulated, and possessed by them. This allowed him to be very connected with his god (the god of longevity) but also meant he was often treated as a security risk and a monster by the adults of his town since he could let in evil spirits so easily. He spent most of his time praying and he became obsessed with acting on compulsions (repeated prayer, overscrubbing, scratching himself, touching religious things until he felt like he touched them "right") because he believed they were messages from God and would prevent him from becoming evil (look he was a teenager and everyone told him he was a monster his whole life leave him be.) He gets possessed twice, mage as a rep of the town is like "either have ur cursed removed or leave town forever" (uncursing is only hypothetically possible, it's hella dangerous) and he's scared itd sever his connection to his god so he leaves and he's upset bcus his entire life plan was built around his church, so now he's livin alone on a hill and leaving like once a month, he stays up there and sews and prays mostly, he sort of works on himself and becomes vaguely mentally stable, so he prays for a second chance at life since he lost his original path and needs a sign where to go, and then boom tol shows up and the rest is history. Now he has his own little family and things are going great :) other than the still getting possessed like once a week but shhhh

Pip: in between the entrance to hell and the religious central of the continent is a little town that sides with neither. They mostly fuck around and find out, and in this town lives a monster researcher and her less formal wife, pip! Pip is just a silly goofy little guy livin life, and when the crazy bunch shows up she feels like he's finally found her people :3 and for the first time the group gains a member who's begging to join them as opposed to the other way around

Ya and together they all go on wacky lil adventures with demons and monsters and monarchs and what not.

Tldr pastel is a funny lil dead guy, pop is a time traveller and the Adult of the team, lunes a lil farmer man, pipes a hobo demon they picked up off the side of the road, tols a little criminal demon adventurer, jays a religious weirdo who tol dragged out of his hermit hut, and pips an insane little guy

[lord-explosion-baku]

Yandere Warlock!Monoma x insecure witch!reader

Warnings: dark themes, yandere, suggestive themes, hinted dubcon scenario, light violence

A/N: THIS WAS RUSHED AS HECK. Like when I say that, the story just moves along really fast and I’m hhhh sorry about it. This is the first thing I’ve ever written for Monoma though! Fun stuff! Also ahhhh I’m not loving the way the reader reacts to how Monoma treats her. I’m so used to writing the reader with a hint of ANGERY BASTARD inside but I figured that if she’s insecure, and wack enough to fix a love potion for someone, this might be natural for someone like her?? Idk dood. I love magic and I am a newt.

“Tell me you love me…”

You’d spent so much of your time yearning for Neito Monoma, wondering if he’d ever give you the time of day. It was wild and unexpected of you to crush so hard for someone as arrogant as that warlock; usually types that constantly had to one up everybody irked the living hell out of you, especially since you were too modest by nature, too nervous to ever give yourself any credit when you’d excel, but Monoma paid you a few compliments here and there. He smiled at you during passing periods and even told you he liked the way you cast your spells. You thought that maybe he was this way with all the other witches, even so, he made you feel less obscure, visible to even a stronger caster such as him. You had no idea that he’d reciprocate your feelings, at least, until it was too late.

It was a simple potion, you couldn’t even call it a love potion. Sure, you may have added some reagents that had similar properties one would put in a love potion, but it wasn’t supposed to be for “love.” You just wanted to be more recognized by him. And woof, after you’d slipped that potion into his morning pumpkin juice, you were for sure recognized.

Things started out fine. You had stumbled upon Monoma in the school gardens, a place he rarely studied but it was one of your main haunts. He was sifting through flowers, making an eclectic bouquet full of different varieties of your flora friends. When he’d caught you staring at him, he gave you a bashful smile that nearly melted your heart.

“I was hoping this would be a surprise,” he said, tying a black ribbon around the bouquet that made the various colors of each petal pop out more. He held the bouquet out to to you and when you took it, his long warm fingers lingered of yours. Clear blue eyes scanned your face, lingering on your lips before you brought the bouquet to your nose to take in the sweetened aroma. “The prettiest flowers for the prettiest girl.”

After that, you spent so much more time with Monoma. He seemed pretty normal to you other than how often you caught him staring at you from across the classroom. He’d leave you cute little notes, if you could call them notes; honestly, they were a bit more like sonnets than anything, and he’d bring you nice gifts and pay you sweet compliments. He made you feel special. You had never known that someone who spent most of his time boasting about his power and shutting everyone else down had such a way with words! He was nearly the perfect boyfriend.

Until he started to get a little more creative with his gift giving. You’d find roses left on your pillow when you returned back to your dorm room after a hard day’s work. Warlocks weren’t permitted to enter the witch’s dorms but somehow Monoma figured out a way past certain enchantments. You thought it was cute that he was willing to break some rules for you. After you told him that you were interested in brewing a certain master level potion that required fairies blood, a super rare rageant that not even Aizawa, your potion’s professor, could get his hands on, Monoma came to you with a box full of four vials of fairies blood. That was a bit excessive. The potion only called for a tiny bit.

Monoma grew more violent towards other warlocks in your life as well. He’d hexed your best friend, Hanta Sero, giving him octopus arms after Sero carelessly threw his arm around your shoulders in the main hall, right in front of Monoma and sometime after Kaminari asked you what you saw in your new, probably too invested boyfriend, Kami’s lips were seen sewn shut for about four hours until a professor figured out how to reverse the curse. Kaminari never told you how it happened, but after everyone who was supposed to be your friend started avoiding you, you kinda figured you knew what was going on.

On top of everything else, he was advancing on your hardcore. You enjoyed the attention, in fact, you craved it, but you weren’t ready to go all the way with him and he was beginning to get really pushy. When you didn’t do whatever he wanted, he’d get frustrated, accusatory, he’d make you feel guilty about things you never did! Claiming that you weren’t faithful to him seemed like his favorite thing to do and the only way to get him to stop was for him to use a strange truth spell on you, one that you were always afraid would work so you’d tell him about the potion you slipped him, though the questions he asked never lead to that. Once he was satisfied with your answers, he’d litter your neck and body in hickeys, little bruising love marks to make sure that if you weren’t committed enough, everyone else knew that you belonged to him.

So you knew you had to confront him.

Walking up the steps of the astronomy tower, your shared secret spot with Monoma, the place you’d use to make out amongst other things without being caught by any school faculty, you gripped the note you’d written out for Monoma tightly in your trembling hands, trying to steady your breath. You knew what you’d done and you had to admit to Monoma that you were responsible for how he was acting. Aizawa always said that you shouldn’t mess around with love when it came to magic. You didn’t think you were when you’d made that potion, but deep down, you knew what you were going for. This was your stupid mistake and you had to right your wrongs. You shoved the note in your pocket and opened the astronomy room door.

Monoma was already there, standing by the extravagant telescope, tapping his foot impatiently. “You’re late,” he said, hands latching onto your hips immediately. “I was beginning to think that I was going to have to fetch you.”

Instantly, he yanked you close so your body pressed flush up against his, and he turned so your back was against the wall. His body felt… warmer than usual.

“I missed you,” he murmured, nuzzling into your neck. Almost instantly his tongue slid out and he licked a strip up your neck to your ear, making you shudder against him. “Don’t make me wait for you again, angel. I can’t stand not seeing you.”

He squeezed your hips before trailing a hand up to the edge of your shirt, thumb gently caressing the skin underneath. “How are you?” He asked, playfulling toying with the elasticity of your skirt.

“Um- I’m okay,” you stammered, catching his hand in yours that only made him smirk as he brought the back of your wrist to his lips.

“Just okay?” He lifted a brow, brushing his lips across your skin. “Better now that I’m here?” He closed his eyes and breathed you in. “Oh!...” you took in another long whiff. “You got a new perfume…”

He brought your arms to hang around his neck, keeping your gaze locked into his. You wondered if he could tell just how guilty you were just by looking at you. “Did my sweet girl have a bad day?”

“I’ve just been… a little stressed, is all.”

“Mmmm, I can tell,” he mused, “lucky for you, I know the perfect way of relieving tension.”

You bit your lip, dreading the blood that undoubtedly rushed to your face. Even if Monoma wasn’t all there, he still made your heart jump, especially when he got himself riled up.

“Sound nice?” He smirked, leaning closer back to your face. “I’ll be gentle. You know I only want to take care of you, right?”

“Neito,” you began, turning your head away from his cool, mint scented breath. “N-not right now…”

He scoffed. It was too easy to aggravate him and pissing him off was a dangerous game to play. He never… forced you to do anything you didn’t want to, but he was not above throwing fits. “Then why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you? Honestly Y/N, you’ve been acting strange for weeks, and if you don’t want me to show you just how much I love you, then you might as well come out and tell me who you’ve been fucking already.”

“Neito!” You shot him an incredulous look. “I haven’t been sleeping with anybody! You know I’m a-!”

“Who is it? You can tell me,” he cut over you, not bothering to hear you out. “You know I’ll always forgive you, but I want to know what filth has been tarnishing what’s mine.”

“Nobody, Neito! I’ve never had sex!”

“Was it Todoroki? I saw him talking to you after your Charms class.”

“He was lending me notes! I missed classes because I was with you!” Jesus, you hadn’t even seen Monoma after you had charms, he was like some kind of obsessive ninja.

“It better not have been that trash, Katsuki Bakugou! He’s been eyeing you since the moment he saw that you were with me. I bet he can’t stand seeing me have something that he doesn’t!”

“You’re not listening to me!” You cried, moving your hands from his back to gently cup his face. You watched as his eyes went from feral and angry to soft and loving as you drew your thumbs across his lips, trying to ease him back to his senses. “Neito, nobody’s been talking to me… even if they were, I’d let them know there’s only one guy for me. I… really liked you, Neito. I liked you enough that I did something very wrong and it has hurt you and for that, I’m sorry. ”

“Hurt me?” He didn’t understand.

“I spiked your drink with a love potion. I thought it would just make you notice me, but now everything is wrong!”

The pregnant pause between you and Monoma was nearly deafening. He lifted his hand to neatly place over yours, his body hot. His eyes searched yours, seeming to register what you were saying. But his eyes lied.

“Liked?” His hands tightened over yours. “As in past tense?”

“That’s not the point and not really what I meant-!”

“Oh, darling, don’t be cute with me right now. I’m thinking!”

You only realized how hard you were shaking when he pulled away from you to let you breathe. Monoma ran his fingers through his hair, messing up its usually neat style. He let out an exaggerated sigh and began to pace. You brought the note out of your pocket. If he couldn’t understand your words, maybe it’d make more sense to him if he’d read them?

You reached out for his shoulders, he tensed at your tender touch for a moment before relaxing against you. You hugged him from behind, burying your face into his back and held the note out in front of him. “Please read it,” you asked, muffled by his blazer.

Gingerly, he took the note out of your hand. He read it over; it basically said all that you had done, when you did it, and why you did it. You noticed his back growing damp and you only realize that you were crying when he turned to face you, with an unreadable expression.

Monoma’s thumb found your cheek and he wiped away an escapee tear you hadn’t intended to let him see. He sighed and watched your lips part, a natural, possible submissive instinct you’d picked up since you started dating the warlock. “I love you, Y/N,” he muttered, trailing his warm, now shaking fingers down to your chin. “I love you so much, it hurts.”

“I-I know.” You forced yourself to speak even though your skin was nearly vibrating from anxiety. “And-“ you gulped “-It’s all my fault. But I’m going to fix this, Neito. You won’t have to hurt… anymore.”

Monoma’s hand found your neck, his touch tentative and gentle at first until his fingers wrapped around you and he started to squeeze.

“You know?” He demanded, his face inching closer towards yours. “If you know how much pain I’m going through, then why the hell are you trying to push me away? Why don’t you ever say you love me back? Why is my angel lying to me?!”

“I’m not,” you squeaked back, pulling on his arm but that only encouraged him to back you up against the wall again.

“I’m going to make you tell me who’s making you say these things to me and then I’m going to have you watch as I strap them to a chair and set them on fire!”

“N-no, Neito,” you choked out as he began to raise you against the wall. The corner of your eyes started to blacken as you stared into the raging blue irises of the crazed blonde.

“I’ve done so much for you, Y/N, and I’ve asked so little in return!” He scoffed at the pathetic, reddened face you were making. You didn’t think you could hold on much longer. “Tell me who it is, Y/N. Tell me who it is or I swear I’ll kill every last warlock, hell, every last caster in this whole goddamn school!”

“Aizawa!” You cried out, noting the shifting black figure across the tower windows.

Monoma blinked, registering who you had named. He was silent for a moment, not noticing the older warlock muttering an incantation behind him.

“Filthy slut,” Monoma finally seethed. “You like older men, then? I bet he gets a kick out of that, taking advantage of something so pure-“ he dropped you to the floor “-so fragile.”

Tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t manage to look at him and didn’t dare look at Aizawa while he was preparing a spell without Monoma noticing.

“I bet you call him daddy before he makes you choke on his cock, huh?” Monoma grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Once I rid the world of him, I’ll make you do everything you've done to him to me. I’ll be your daddy then, and you’ll be my dirty. little. princess.” He laughed dryly, yanking your head closer to his crotch. “But why wait until then when I have my pretty angel on her knees all ready for me?”

“That won’t be happening.” Aizawa’s low voice sounded across the room. Before Monoma could even turn, Aizawa muttered something in Latin and your boyfriend’s arms were magically bound together and he fell to his knees beside you.

You grabbed Monoma before he could topple over onto the floor, hugging him tightly, whispering ‘I’m sorry’s’ over and over again. Monoma looked at you incredulously before thrashing around in your embrace as Aizawa approached the two of you.

“Obsessive and violent behavior, attempted assault on a student,” Aizawa sighed. “This is exactly why you don’t screw around with love magic, little witch.”

You wiped at your wet face, looking up to your teacher. “You knew?”

“Of course I did.”

“Then why,” you sniffed, looking apologetically bac to Monoma leering next to you, “why didn’t you do something sooner?”

“We have to from our mistakes by facing the consequences,” he said as if your situation were so simple. A potion vial appeared in his hand. “Now it's time to take care of your mistake. Step back.”

You looked to Monoma who had his lip curled up at your teacher. His eyes flicked to you. “Don’t you dare.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered before scooching away from the writhing warlock.

“Stay away from me!” Monoma snarled at Aizawa as he got a bit closer.

“You need to drink this,” Aizawa said to him, “it’s going to cure you of your ailments.”

“Lying pig!” Monoma all but screeched at your teacher. It burned you to see him this way. This was all your fault, all your fault. “You just want her for yourself!”

Monoma’s eyes once again found yours as he pleaded, “angel don’t do this to me. You love me right? I love you… tell me you love me baby, just this once— KEEP YOUR HOBO HANDS OFF OF ME!”

Monoma kicked his legs up, nearly knocking the vial out of Aizawa’s hands. Your teacher sighed, “at this rate, it might be better to just knock him out.”

“I dare you to try,” the blonde growled.

“Neito, please,” you silently begged, “this is only going to help you.”

Monoma answered you with feral noises, he was practical foaming at the mouth, being over dramatic and kicking himself away from his threat, even while Aizawa backed off and waited for your go ahead.

“If you do this for me-“ you inhaled, heart beating rapidly against your chest “-I’ll do anything and everything you want.” Though, you were sure that after this, Monoma would want nothing to do with you. “I promise you, Neito, anything.”

Monoma scowled at you. “You promise?” He asked. “Anything?”

Another tear fell to your cheek. You nodded.

He finally let up. He stopped his squirming and Aizawa could finally get close to him. Monoma didn’t fail to warn Aizawa that he was going to “be the end of him,” before Aizawa popped the vial into his mouth, and Monoma drained it dry, all while keeping his glare on you.

Minutes passed. You stayed on the floor, allowing silent tears to roll off your face while Aizawa stood cross armed, watching the motionless Monoma intently. Finally, Monoma groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

“How are you feeling?” Inquired Aizawa.

“I…” Monoma winced. “My head feels like it’s splitting in half…”

“That’s to be expected.”

Guilt hung on your shoulders. Still, you managed to reach out to Monoma’s legs. His eyes opened, he looked right at you, then down to the floor, crossing his legs closer in to himself.

“You should probably go,” Aizawa said to you.

You never wanted this. You never wanted Monoma to be hurt, never wanted him to be obsessive or possessive, never wanted to feel how did you now. You just wanted him to recognize you so you did something vile to him and now you had to live with your guilt and your shame. Now you had to live with Monoma hating you. And you carried your guilt all the way home, using it to cry yourself to sleep.

~

You didn’t go to school the next day. You would have to face your problems sooner or later but after the night you had, you couldn’t face Monoma or Aizawa or anybody else who would without a doubt know about the heinous act you pulled.

You went into town, trying your hardest to forget about who you were, but whenever you saw a couple holding hands or simply exchanging glances, your heart stung. You managed to split Monoma’s head in half while you simultaneously ripped your heart to shreds. It was what you deserved.

Your legs felt heavy as you crawled into bed. You hardly had enough energy to kick your sheets over your body. You thought you just about drained yourself of all of your tears, but when your head hit the pillow, they came rushing back to you. You could only hide for so long. You were going to have to go to school tomorrow.

Sleep crept its way into your bedroom all the while another force snuck its way in. You were busy having a dream of being forced into a cauldron, when a heavy weight was pushed onto your torso. Your eyes snapped open and you found yourself face to face with Neito Monoma.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, a sickly sweet smile crawling across his face. “You were so still, so… perfect… Did you know you talk when you sleep?”

“Monom-!” Before you could get his full name out, Monoma’s lips locked into yours. He moaned as he kissed you, fingers wrapping around your wrists and bringing them up above your head. He took your breath away, but it wasn’t all that uninvited. You had missed him.

He pulled away, sighing as he took in your flustered physique. His body pressed down harder on you and you were finding your breathing to be a bit strained. He was crushing you.

“I waited for you today,” he mused, peppering kisses down your collarbone. “It seems I’m always waiting for you…”

“What… are you doing here?”

“I’m hurt you even have to ask,” he chuckled sarcastically. “Don’t you remember the promise you made me before making me drink that poison?”

You promised him you’d do anything he wanted. “But the potion was supposed to change you back…”

“It didn’t work,” he said thoughtlessly while his hand slid down to palm you breast.

“W-wait!” You grasped his hand but his merely pushed your arm back down, pulling his knees up to hold your sides tightly.

He glowered down at you. “What I mean to say is, the first potion you slipped me didn’t work.” He smirked. “Do you think that I’m so much of a fool that I couldn’t tell that a drink of mine had been spiked? I was insulted at first, of course, but your actions did give me incentive to pursue you. I’ve always had these feelings for my little angel, and soon, you will too.”

In one swift motion, Monoma held both of your hands back with one of his, while the other pressed glass against your lips. Cold liquid was forced down your throat. Panicking, you swallowed, making Monoma grin and coo, “good girl.”

You coughed when he pulled the vial away from you. He hushed you and kissed your forehead. “Things will be better this way,” he whispered as your body began to shake. “You’ll see me just as I see you. We just have to wait a few minutes.”

Your head spun and it felt like your body was sinking into your bed. Your mind was clouding over and there was nothing you could do about Monoma’s wet, hot, hungry kisses across your body. But in a matter of minutes, just like he said, it wasn’t of any negative concern. Your head, along with your heart, was changing.

“Neito,” you sighed his name and leaned up against your bed.

Monoma placed a tender kiss on your stomach before looking up at you with the most dazzling and brilliant blue eyes. You lifted your hand out to him and he wove his fingers through yours.

“Is my angel ready to make good on her promise?” He asked. You nodded and he grinned, crawling up your bed to level his head with yours. “Then let’s start with one simple request,” he said before brushing his lips against yours.

“Tell me you love me.”

~

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[mercysought]

   “WHERE IS SHE?” she loud shouts came quickly, as was the reaction from not only from the Aurum guards outside (who allowed the stomping man to walk straight into her office) but as well from Livius who stood beside her on the desk “WHERE THE FUCK IS THE HALF-BREED BITCH?!“

The paper that he waved around in his right hand was familiar, as was the bright red expression of pure rage on Marcus Aurum’s face. It seemed that he had finally felt the shoe drop, so to speak. Maxima gets up from her desk, green eyes moving from the paper back to her brother.

   “YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH THIS?!” he barks, the paper crumpling under the stress of his fist.

The paper, Maxima assumed, was the letter of summoning to which army post he would be assigned to. An army post that a document had requested. The same post that the deceased Faustus Aurum, had started his very successful career in.

A broken heart can lead you to do the most inmaginable things. Especially one that is never able to heal after having so much disappointment. A document that Maxima had enchanted to be and look different, and that Marcus had signed.

   “I will fucking KILL YOU—“

The force spell made her desk shake, the papers thrown to the air as the man’s body lounges forward. The impact shifts the wood, the sound of it softened by the heavy rug. Maxima takes a step back and left behind are three mirror images which shatter into bright pink and purple shards of glass. It is in an invisible state that she moves behind him. A blade drawn in her hand. Purple lightening weaving its way around thin fingers, tainting the gold around the fingers with its neon hue. Only for Livius to jump in action.

You can disable a body without causing harm. A firmly placed hit and even the largest brute can be left unmoving to the ground with nothing but needles prickling at their skin. Marcus was not a large man, nor was he a trained one beyond the norm within Tevinter Society.

Livius strikes without hesitation. Firm, accurate.

Marcus falls to the ground, grunting. Maxima reappears in the room, a few steps to the left from where her illusions had been. The shackles that Livius now placed against her half-sibling’s body were familiar to her; after all, she had ordered them specifically.

Maxima marches towards where he lay, bound, her hand closed into a fist. Her  blade thrown over to her desk. When Marcus lifts his head to face her, her fist dives down hitting him on the mouth.

The crunching sound echos through the room.

It is a sound that would have made Maxima cringe, and yet behind green eyes there is no light. There is no sign of hesitance. There is only a snarl, and a fist that rises once again.

   “CALL ME THAT AGAIN!” his face is down and if she was to see it, she would see that there is blood in her rings. Blood over the neat and carefully set jewels atop the bands. Her heart beats loudly, roaring at her ear “GO ON!” from beneath the robes, her foot comes out, crashing against against his ribs. Air is exhaled and Marcus starts falling to the side, caught only by the magister’s hand, pulling his hair to look up “DO IT!”

His eyes roll and she feels disgust roaring with a force of thunder from within her throat.

She wants to kill him.

Her hand releases him, and she lowers herself, bending her knees to stand beside the bound Aurum. He stares up at her with an ire that she herself feels roaring within her lungs. To think this man shared her blood made her skin crawl, though that was not because of him. Marcus Aurum was far too insignificant for that, but because of their common link.

Marcus had said often that she had killed his father’s legacy.  She thought good. And she would die happy knowing that it had been a filfthy half-bred bitch that had been the only and main hand in it. She would build atop his bones and they would all follow her bidding.

   “After the shit you pulled,” her voice is but a whisper. Soft, cool despite the anger that simmered beneath. Her tongue lashes against her teeth, in the sharpness of her lips and in the dead within deep, dark green eyes “you should be standing beside me” she looks over her shoulder, towards the dark oak wooden desk. The sun behind it with the curtains pulled is so bright that it completely washes out the garden. A pile of papers is now on the floor, the wood sipping of the ink that had been spilled “by my desk, all but content to serve this family. To serve me.” she pauses, looking back to Marcus whose dark eyes, so similar to hers, try to read hers. Her thoughts.

His lip is starting to bloom, swell. If Maxima’s fist hurts, she does not feel it. There is just her heartbeat, the slight shake of the hands that are now closed into fists against her bent knees. They both stand levelled; a grace that she had never been afforded, not until returning to Tevinter “Nothing to be concerned about, no dreams, no connection to the fade, no hate, no feelings. Nothing.”

Nothing.

That seemed like a fair fate for him. A man that had made her life an absolute hell since she had returned to this cursed land. A man that had undermined her at each chance. A man that had made it clear to all others in their blood line within this household that it was a fine thing to treat her like she was just another piece of their property. A pretty mask brought North by his father. A man whose actions and mouth had lead her to dealing with blackmail from the only person that she had wished to never find out about any of this.

She would find a way of using her connection to the Archon, to twist it in her favour. One way or another.

   “Do you know what that is called in the South, Marcus? What they do to mages when they can no longer be controlled?” Her red lips curl as she rises. The click of her heels is drowned by the heavy fur rug.

The silence settles in the room. With a flicker of her wrist the papers float in the air, once again returning to their proper place atop her desk, fluttering like white doves that came to rest in the warm sunlight.

There were people even this far north that would provide such services. There were people that would be more than happy to make her happy, and if this made her happy… Well… An act of aggression against a Magister outside of the grounds of a duel was often enough…

   “Lady Maxima?” Livius looks up to the Magister, holding Marcus by the shackles behind his back.

Maxima looks over her shoulder, picking up the spilled ink pot. The mess is cleaned easily enough, the stain remained in the wood. She sighs loudly, eyes opening once again and now focusing on the garden just outside of the closed, large windows.

She was not a monster.

Regardless of how much she wanted to see him defanged. His blood on the floor. His existence reduced to not even a footnote in the history books. Still Maxima thought: She was not a monster.

And yet how much she felt like scratching that itch. Death would be too kind, and too easy.

   “Take Lord Marcus to one of the cells.” she finally says, turning around on her desk but not looking over her shoulder towards them. She could hear the shingling of the shackles, the grunts of effort “I think Marcus Aurum needs a couple of days to remember his duty,” she finally turns around the corner, sitting over her chair as the figures leave her office “and my generosity.”

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The Devil’s Daughter

Finally a new chapter for all of you. Thank you so much for the wonderfull feed back and I hope you will like this chapter, too. It will give you a bit of background story of the MC. Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged. As always, have fun and happy reading.

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Warnings: this is a knid of rendition of the love story between Hades and Persephone, so I’ll leave the warnings at that, no rape or Stockholm Syndrome

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Part 6

"Mother, please, tell me a story." your younger self begged, bouncing up and down on the mattress of your bed, Cerberus laying at the foot, each of his three heads bedded on his paws. He was such a good dog, but your father got angry when he saw him running around and playing fetch with you, while he was supposed to be the hound of hell, keeper of the gates. 

Your mother smiled, the flowers in her dark hair a stark contrast to the usual surroundings you lived in. She held out her arms, sitting at the head of your bed, watching you jumping around. "Well then, angel, come down and listen." her melodious voice spoke softly to you as you sat down with her. Cerberus crawled over to your lap, laying his three heads down to get his ears scratched. "Now my sweet, what tale do you want to hear?" 

Your forefinger tapped your chin, thinking about the possible tale you wanted to hear. "Uhm, a story…about…love." you said grinning at your mother. 

"Oh alright." She returned it with a smile, putting her arm around your shoulders. "Let's see. There once was a man, a god, he ruled over a large kingdom, his people were above and underground. He liked it, being worshiped by them and being one of the three brothers to have the 2nd largest world to call his own. He was a just ruler, but he was lonely, all alone, why he grew cold as he carried out his duties.”

Your mother brushed back the strands of hair that fell into your face, a sombre look taking over her eyes. “The other gods and his subjects feared him, not daring to utter a word or speak his name. One day he sat on his throne, glancing up at the world above and saw a young woman playing in the woods. The god was struck by her beauty and her tenderness when she played with the other beings of the forest, that he went back to watch her every so often, his dark cold heart melting each time.”

“What did he do then?” you asked, curiosity coloring your words as the hell hound nipped at your fingers.

A tinkling laugh left your mother’s lips before she laid a kiss on your hair. “Oh, he fell in love. He asked the father of all gods for her hand in marriage, even though he knew her mother wouldn’t approve, so when he saw her again playing in a field, he opened up the ground and pulled her into his carriage. Before she could scream, they already disappeared underneath the earth.” 

A gasp came from your mouth and your eyes widened as you listened to the tale your mother told you. She had always been such a great story teller and you could feel the excitement rising in your veins.

“Her mother searched for her, but the beauty was gone and she knew that there could only be one who would have taken her, having been told by a farmer in the field the girl played in. The goddess of harvest grew so angry that nothing would ever grow in the ground until her daughter was returned to her. In the underworld, the daughter was distraught, because she missed her mother and the light of the ground above. The god bestowed her with gifts and was always kind to her, but he was sad, too.”

“But why, he had what he wanted?” you asked and Cerberus gave a chorused whine as if to deepen the question.

Your mother pulled her hair back, the flowers of her dress glimmering in the candle light of your room. “Well, angel mine, the god wanted her to love him, but it was hard for her. So he did everything for her, he made her his equal, let her rule the realm with him together instead of the god sitting alone on his throne, he put hers right next to it. When the beauty suggested to make another realm for the best mortals he did so. He didn’t treat her as his property, but as an equal, as an adult who could become his friend eventually. The more time passed, the more she fell in love with him.” You laid your head on one of the three headed dog’s, smiling as finally the romance came into the story. “Then one morning, the beauty strolled through the gardens of the Underworld, watching as the farmers worked there, when one of them offered a pomegranate to her. She knew she should never eat something offered to her, but being so hungry she devoured six seeds of the juice fruit, when suddenly the messengers of the gods came to her. Because he told her about her angry mother causing the mortals in the above world to die of hunger, she followed him as the only thing to stop the goddess would be her safe return.”

In the corner of your eyes you could see a shadow move inside the door. With a quick look to the entrance you saw your father standing there, a slow smile on his lips. “What is it this time, my love?”

“The same as every night, darling.” your mother answered, returning his smile and held her hand out for him to join you. He moved over and sat next to you, stroking his long fingers along Cerberus coat. “Now, may we continue? It is getting late?”

Nodding his head, he kissed her hand and listened to the words coming from her lips. “Where was I?” she asked, tipping her fingers against her lips, before she grinned down at you. “Oh yes. The beauty returned to the court of the Father of the gods and tried to convince her mother that everything was fine, but she wouldn’t hear it, wanting her to come home for good or shed let every man die of famine. Suddenly the throne room darkened, the god of the Earth and Underworld appearing before the other gods, still shrouded in darkness and the partially eaten fruit in hand.”

“She has eaten the fruit of the Underworld and must return with me to my kingdom, the god said.” It was now the turn of your father to take part in the story. Even though he sometimes seemed to be cold, he loved you very much. “The Gods’ Father watched the pair, asking the ruler of the lowest kingdom how many seeds she had eaten.”

“Six!” you cried, giggling as Cerberus yapped along with you.

Your mother brushed your hair behind your ear. “That is right my angel, she ate six seeds and so the King of Gods decided that she would stay six months with her mother tending to the mortal’s fields and six months with the god in the Underworld, ruling by his side as his wife. Neither were happy with the arrangement but they had to abide the decision of the father of all gods. Each year she would return to the fields and restore them with the goddess of the harvest and after six months her husband would carry her down to the Underworld, leading her to her throne next to his, knowing her mother would mourn her and all vegetation would die. But her daughter loved him and there was nothing she could do to change it, but wait for the six months to be over and the earth to warm again when she returned.”

“Now my sweet, time for you to sleep.” your father said, giving you a stern look, but you knew he could never be angry with you.

Smiling you kissed his cheek, feeling the stubble under your lips, before you went over to your mother, kissing her soft skin. She stood up from your bed and stroked over your head, laying a soft kiss onto your temple. “Sleep tight, my darling angel.” she whispered, putting the blanket over your shoulder as Cerberus laid back down to the foot of the bed.

“Good night.” you mumbled, closing your eyes to the sight of your parents leaving the room.

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“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” Someone called your name, but it was so far away. It sounded like your mother first, but then it was your father whispering it softly.

“Y/N!” Snapping out of your daydream, you turned to the man sitting across from you, his dark eyes full of concern. “Where have you been?”

You sighed, swallowing the lump in your throat. “The past.”

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Sanders Sides Dating Headcannons!

Prompt/Summary: Fantasy Au (because I can), (fem)reader is a witch, meeting the sides. Medieval-ish setting, if you want a more in-depth explanation, just ask.

Characters: Roman, Patton, Logan, Virgil, Remus and Deceit

Warnings: Remus, sexual innuendos, some swearing, inappropriate language, non-graphic violence, mentions of wounds. 

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Roman

-Prince Roman had set out to kill the supposed ‘wicked’ witch that lived in the enchanted forest. 

-When he actually got there, he was surprised to find not an ugly old wench but a lovely woman who opened up her home to him and offered him tea.

-You told him that sure, you were a witch, but you didn’t harm anyone. You mostly just made herbal remedies and potions to help others. 

-You traded plants, food and money for these concoctions and that's how you stayed alive. 

-Sure you could cast spells, but you rarely used them. There were wards around the cottage, and you did use your magic on your garden but you didn’t actually like hurting people.

-So, Roman apologized profusely. You accepted the apology gracefully and told him you were used to it. People often made assumptions about witches because of the bad rep they get from fables and actual wicked witches.

-You two spent the day together, just talking and laughing. Each asking questions about your respective lives. 

-”Is the castle as large as they say?” 

-”What kinds of things do you put in potions?”

-Roman had a fantastic time with you! Honestly, he knew he fell head over heels in love with you the first time he heard you laugh. You were so incredibly sweet and thoughtful he thought he would melt. 

-When the sun was beginning to set, he knew he had to go back. His subjects awaited his return. But, he did ask if he could come to see you again. 

-”Of course, my home is always open to a friend,”

Patton

-Patton was a healer. One sought out far and wide because of his amazing abilities. He did live with his friend, the Prince, at the castle because of the abilities but also had a store in town. 

-Though his magic could heal wounds, he couldn’t treat pain with his abilities. But, he worked with plants and herbs that had medicinal and pain-relieving purposes. Some even had magical properties but he couldn’t make potions. 

-But, when he was working on a certain herbal remedy, he realized he needed a rare plant that didn’t grow in the kingdom. 

-He asked around but all that anyone can tell him is it grows in the darker part of Enchanted Forest. 

-No one really goes there but he was never one to let someone suffer, so he decided to go there. 

-He quickly finds himself lost. 

-Like, he spends HOURS trying to either get out or find the plant, neither which succeeds. By the time the sun is setting, he’s so close to crying. 

-That is until a soft voice speaks through the darkness and fog of the mystical forest. 

-”Are you alright? You seem lost,”

-Patton cries in relief when he realizes someone is there. The figure steps out, shrouded in a long robe, a basket at their side. 

-He, through snot and tears, tells the stranger that he is lost and can’t find his way out. He begs them to help them. 

-The stranger reveals themself as you, a lovely woman, and you smile so sweetly at him. You tell him that you can help him get out. 

-He grasps your free hand as the two of you exit the dangerous forest, being extra careful to stay close to you. 

-For some reason, he feels safe with you, as if you could shield him from all the darkness of the forest. As if you were a bright beacon, banishing all the evil creatures that lurked. 

-You can sense his uneasiness and talk with him. Distracting him is easy, you ask who he is, what he does. Basically, you learn his life story by the time you’re both out of the forest. He actually starts making dumb little jokes that make both of you laugh.

-Patton takes a liking to you, not just because you saved him. You’re just so sweet and kind that he wants to get to know you more. So, he does feel a bit disappointed when the two of you are at the edge of the forest.

-Then he realizes he never got any of that plant he was looking for and he heaves a heavy sigh. That just ruined all the pleasantness of being around you. 

-You ask him what’s wrong and he tells you about the plant. He mentions he doesn’t want to go back in there but he really needs the plant. 

-You smile at him, like an angel from above he could swear. You pull out some plants from your basket and hand them to him.

-”I have too many, will you take some off my hands?”

Logan

-Logan was a wizard, one who worked with and under Prince Roman, someone he could call a friend, even if the prince exasperated him most days. 

-Books and knowledge were his specialties, and how he gained his many magical abilities and spells. He considered himself quite powerful, and so did many others. He was trusted by the Prince, even to join parties on quests or go alone on these journies. 

-On one of these quests, he was sent, alone, to take out some rogues in a village who were stealing valuables and money of the poor people who lived there.

-But, as he was travelling, it soon got dark- just not from the night sky rolling in but by grey clouds crowding the stary skies. Rain poured down heavily, soaking him in a matter of minutes. 

-The road he travelled was absent of any shelter, he picked it so no one would know he was coming. Since there was no cover from the rain, he kept walking, knowing he would get sick from being in the cold. 

-He was shivering, his steps slowing. The chilly air nipped at his skin, and the water soaked him to the bone. With bleary eyes, he saw a light only a short distance away. 

-Hoping it was some shelter, he ran to it, finding it to be a small cottage. 

-Relief washed over him as he knocked on the door, his hands trembling. 

-The door was open by none other than you, who took one look at the shivering traveller and ushered him in without another word. You set him on the couch, peeling off his drenched robes and wrapping a warm blanket around him. 

-You set a fire with a few words and a flick of your wrist. This man, who was saturated with water, felt like death, blue in the lips, and paler than a corpse, had to be warmed before he joined the dead. 

-Logan could feel the energy of magic flowing through the air, sparking him with familiar comfort. The house was filled with the aroma of herbs, especially sage, and the smoke of the fire. It wasn’t hard to figure out the woman was a witch.

-You made him some tea and hung his wet clothes by the fire. 

-You asked him his name, giving yours as well, and smiled when he told you. He also mentioned what he was there to do, and thanked you for letting him in.

-The rain doesn’t let up, so you tell him to stay the night, and he weighs the options before agreeing. 

-The two of you spend hours talking about different subjects, astronomy, magic, books. Everything and anything. Time just flies by until you yawn, then you both realize how late it is. 

-You allow Logan to take the bed and you take the couch. He tried to argue with you but you use logic against him, saying he needs a good night sleep to continue his quest. He can’t argue with sound logic.

-By morning, the rain has stopped and you give Logan back his now dried clothes. 

-”Come back at any time. I want to hear more about the stars,”

Virgil

-Virgil is an angel who fell because he wasn’t angelic enough but wasn’t accepted into Hell because he wasn’t demonic enough. This lead to him just falling to earth, his wings burning as he plummeted to the ground. 

-Still (sorta) a celestial being, he could survive without food or water. But, he spent a few days unable to move or speak, his physical body weak and none of his abilities working. 

-He thought he was going to die from his injuries, some were severe and, because of the limitations of his body, were prone to infections. The days he spent on the ground was filled with agony, and his mind was still reeling in all that happened to make this occur.

-But, a stranger had come around, and as soon as they saw the fallen angel, a small shriek of horror left their lips. 

-Virgil, being anxiety-ridden, thought they were scared of him because of the burnt, black wings protruding from his back that would usually be an indication of a demonic presence. 

-However, he was not expecting to be picked up and carried bridal style. He would have done something to stop them but he couldn’t move or speak. So, he could only watch as they carried him off. But, they were mindful of his wings, so that was a good sign.

-Being held only added to his suffering, physically speaking. This caused him to pass out from the pain. 

-When he woke up, he was in a comfortable bed, in a warm house, that smelled of candles and sage. Coming from angelic past, he was able to sense the magic that stuck to the air. It was something peaceful and soothing, so he knew he wasn’t dealing with something malevolent. 

-The creaking of the door alerted him to someone coming in, and you did, in all your witchy glory. In your hands were a basket of ointments, herbal remedies, bandages and something to drink. 

-You told him who you were, and that you found him when out in the forest. He was badly hurt, so you brought him back to patch up. 

-He asked if you were frightened of him. He was a fallen angel, and angels who fell became demons, usually. 

-You told him you weren’t, you were a witch, you could feel the aura’s all beings give off. His was not evil nor wicked, and you had no reason to believe he would harm you. 

-You gave him the hot tea and asked if you could patch up his wings. You examined them when he was asleep and they were broken, badly scarred, and burnt. If he didn’t want to get an infection or if he ever wanted to fly again, she would need to fix them.

-Virgil was skeptical. Why were you being nice? Why would you help him? Was there something you wanted from him? However, he could get his answers later. The pain was unbearable and he did need them fixed. 

-So, you did. You used healing spells for the major wounds, healing the broken bones and fixing the majority of the burns. You used ointments and herbs on the minor cuts and bandaged any open wounds. 

-Virgil was in misery the entire time, his screams echoed through the house. He bit into your pillow to try and silence himself but it was useless. Even with the trembling and yelling, you managed to finish. 

-You apologized profusely when it was over, putting a wet cloth to his forehead. You told him the tea would help soothe him, ease the pain and make it easier to rest. He would need it.

-Before he did, he demanded to know why you were helping him. Everyone had an agenda, everyone wanted something to gain. So why help him? What were you after?

-You told him you wanted nothing from him except for him to feel better. 

-He didn’t believe you but decided that you would have to mention something sooner or later. So he drank the tea and immediately felt better. 

-Before he went to sleep, he asked you if you were going to take any feathers from his wings. He knew that angel feathers- or fallen angel feathers in this case- can be used for spells.

-You laughed softly and shook your head. 

-”Of course not. If I wanted angel feathers, all I’d have to do is pluck a swan and soak the feathers in holy water.”

Deceit

-Deceit was a naga. A serpentine-like creature with scales and a yellow tail, long enough to wrap around humans and constrict them. Though, being a naga, he could turn himself human or transform into a snake. 

-He often tricked rich people and stole their belongings for his personal stash. Unlike his brethren, he didn’t like to kill all that much. He was more into deceiving people and tried to make people do the worst they’re capable of.

-It was uncommon for people to venture into the dark part of the Enchanted Forest, where he resided in. It was nearly unheard of one to come into his cave. 

-Yet, there you were, coming in. You looked so naive, so curious. You had no weapons, no sword or armour, only a bag by your side. A smile lit up on your face as you wandered the cave, lightened by the pools of water that made everything glow. 

-He watched from the shadows, waiting to strike, to deceive and trick you. He watched as you took an empty glass vial, round in shape, and filled it with the glowing water before placing it in your bag. 

-Then you began searching for something. Deceit believed you were looking for his treasures, why else would you come here? Why else would you come into a dark cave in the most treacherous parts of the Enchanted Forest? 

-Slithering out, he turned into a human. Black and gold clothes adorned his body, looking much like some kind of nobility or royalty. 

-”Looking for something, little rabbit?”

-You spun around, hand clutching your chest. When you saw that it was nothing more than a man, you let out a sigh. You told him not to sneak up on people, you could have hurt him!

-He chuckled at your ignorance. Then he apologized in a way that was charming but it wasn’t sincere. However, you didn’t seem to notice. 

-You said it was fine, and that you were looking for something. Then you asked him what he was doing in the cave. 

-He told you that he was looking for the naga’s treasure since he lived in these parts. He asked if you were looking for it too. 

-You shook your head, saying you weren’t. Treasure meant little to you, you were searching for a particular plant. You also told him if he was going to steal from a naga, he was writing his death sentence. And that you wouldn’t blame the creature. 

-He was a little bit stunned by your words. He thought you were lying to him, or that you knew he was a naga and were trying to fool him. But, he watched as you were looking near the water, trained solely on the ground. 

-The two of you chatted for a bit, talking about your lives and such. You gave him your name and told him how you lived near the forest. He told you his name was ‘Dee’ since he didn’t tell anyone his real name.

-You let out a little ‘aha’ when you found a bundle of a certain flower, plucking them and placing them in a box then in your bag. 

-You told him you found what you were looking for and would be taking your leave. You also said you would love to see him again if he didn’t get killed, that is.

-He didn’t know why but he almost wished you would stay. You had this warmth to you that a serpent much like him adored. But, your last words to him were anything but warm, and that made him all the more interested.

-”I’d wish you luck, but you’re stealing from someone, so I give you a warning instead: don’t do it.”

Remus

-This was so not your day. 

-First, you were forced out of your home by a fire started by royal soldiers. Then, said soldiers tried to kill you because you escaped. So, you had to wipe out the miserable little bastards. Then, there’s a bounty on your head, so you had to stay away from all towns and villages. 

-Oh, then there was the matter of all your stuff being burnt to a crisp. You managed to salvage some things, some books and vials of potions. Anything you could grab, basically. You could make new stuff and many of your most valued items were safe, but still!

-You had to hide, so the darkest corners of the Enchanted Forest was a good place. Sure everything there wanted to kill you but they were mostly just creatures and plants. Those you can deal with because sooner or later, they’ll get the hint. 

-You’re not to be trifled with. 

-However, as you’re searching for a cave to hide out in, you spot a dark tower in the distance. As you get closer, you can see how worn down it is. 

-The windows are cracked or shattered, the stones are crumbling, vines are invading the walls from below, the doors look like they’d turn to ash by being touched. 

-Despite being a powerful witch, a certain uneasiness grows in you. Something sinister lived in there. Was it more powerful than you? You didn’t know but you were dying to see what lied beyond those walls. 

-So, you started walking towards it, making sure to keep your magic at high alert. 

-That did not do much because the second you were close to it, slimy tentacles popped from under the ground and wrapped around your arms, legs and neck. 

-You grimaced at the wetness of the tentacles but otherwise, weren’t bothered by it, besides the fact that you couldn’t move. Sure, you could wipe these suckers out, by why do it now?

-The person living there would come out and not be on guard. If you did it now, they would know you had abilities. But, you could surprise them with your powers if they posed a threat. 

-So you waited for a few minutes before a cackling laugh echoed through the forest, coming from all around you. You rolled your eyes at such a cliche. 

-A man showed up, looking very similar to the goody-two-shoes prince of the land, besides for the fact that this guy had a mustache and a silver streak in his hair. 

-”Well, looky what we got here! What should I do with you? Maybe replace your fingers with your toes and your toes with your fingers?!”

-This guy threatened you with a few more very weird ideas but you weren’t scared. You were actually kind of amused. Sure, he had a wacky brain, but those are the best.

-So, you cut off his rambling by asking who he was. 

-He stopped talking, looked you up and down in more of a quizzical manner, before grinning. He did a bow, over the top and very dramatic, introducing himself as the Duke, but he said you had a face worth his tentacles, so you could call him Remus. 

-That’s when it clicked. Ah, the Prince’s evil (and demented) brother! He was mostly forgotten about after he escaped execution and all attempts to find him were unsuccessful. 

-Smirking, you told him it was nice to meet him, before saying your name. He was taken aback by your politeness to him, even after everything he’s said and done. 

-He whined that you shouldn’t be nice to him. He had you as his prisoner! You were supposed to be begging and pleading to be let go, as well as disgusted by his presence. 

-You shrugged at his words. Honestly, you’ve imagined worse than some of his ideas and after everything you’ve done, nothing really grosses you out anymore. You’ve stuck your hand up a dragon's ass. It doesn’t get much weirder than that.

-That’s when a mace just randomly appeared in his hands. It was just there. But you sensed no magic. Huh. Wait, was that a dead mouse on the mace? 

-”Well, if you’re not going to be any fun, no point in keeping you around. At least I can cut you up and start making a meat dragon out of you,”

-At that point, you let your magic flow through you, generating a skin of flames around your body that burnt the tentacles to a crisp and made calamari. With a wave of your hand, you melted the mace in his hands and stepped closer to him. 

-Next, you made stone hands rise from the earth and grip onto him, everywhere. They wrapped around him and held him in place. 

-”You were saying?”

-”Well, now I just want you to fuck me until I’m covered in sweat and come, so I can lick it off my body,” 

-You laughed at his words, again, finding him amusing. He had zero filters! You loved it, it was refreshing. 

-With a wave of your hand, the hands all crumbled to the ground. 

-You hooked arms with him, deciding you’re going to stick around with him for a while. Not like you had anywhere else to go. Then you ventured to his tower, saying a few words as your life changed. 

-” We’re going to be great friends, I can tell,”

That’s it for now! If you want another scenario with this au, just let me know! I’m going to be definitely writing some more! If you have any other ships, ideas not related to this au, or imagines you want me to write, don’t be afraid to ask! My inbox is always open!

[arthurmorganuniverse]

A Place For Us

Pairings: Arthur Morgan x F!reader

Word Count: 4,434

Summary: Arthur has let you tag along on his latest hunting trip. Only you’re now caught in a snowstorm and need a way to keep warm. (AKA the ole’ sharing a bed trope)

Warnings: Poorly written smut ahead my friends. Tread carefully. Also, I twist property law to suit my purposes. Law aficionados, look away. 

Notes: Might make this a series of drabbles or something for this particular pair. Like, one about when they go hunt the bison. Might have Arthur get her the white Arabian. Maybe when they get back to the main camp they keep buying stuff to take back to “their” cabin, etc. Let me know if I should! 

You and Arthur had been on the road for several days now hunting down something he called a “Ghost Bison.” While you were excited that he’d asked you to come along, you hadn’t ever traveled this far on horseback before. Your ass felt permanently glued to the saddle and you were exhausted. Not to mention that the skies were looking rather ominous today, dark clouds signaling a storm on the way.

You hadn’t mentioned anything to him, of course, since you didn’t want to mess this up and make it so he’d never invite you along again. The two of you had never really had much of an opportunity to spend time alone together before, and although you were terrified that you’d make a fool of yourself, it had been too good of a chance to waste.

Even so, despite you keeping your complaints to yourself, he still seemed to catch on easily by himself. He stopped and camped regularly enough, making sure you ate and drank plenty and got moments to stretch off of the giant Shire you’d grabbed on the way since it was the only one big enough to handle carting everything back. 

Judging by Arthur’s frequent glances towards the sky, he also was beginning to share your worries about the storm. You were getting closer to where the bison was rumored to be, but finding shelter from the inevitable snowstorm was going to be difficult. Your meager tents were not going to get the job done.

Finally, after yet another full day in the saddle, and with the clouds looming above signaling the snowfall would hit at any moment, the two of you came across a decent looking cabin. To find anyone out this far into the mountains was a miracle, and you just hoped the folks living here would give you shelter without anyone resorting to violence. Hell, you’d even sleep in the small barn off to the side, no arguments. Anything was better than trying to risk the coming storm in the small tents you had.

Arthur silently signaled you to hold back while he walked towards the house. You did as you were told but brought your revolver out just in case. 

“Hello? Anybody home?” Arthur called out as he raised his hands up. “Weapons are away. Just looking for a dry spot to sleep tonight!” The weapons were technically away, although the both of you had your fingers at the ready. 

He rapped on the door, and after a few moments of silence tested the doorknob. It opened easily and he peeked inside, keeping his hand on his holster in case anyone was trying to get the jump on him. Finding nothing, he finally gestured to you to follow. 

You hitch the horse to the porch and walk inside, surprised to find the place looking somewhat decent. It was a little dusty, but the overall appearance of the place was clean and well kept. After poking around in some cupboards, you see that the kitchen is fully stocked, which could be helpful if this wasn’t a trap. After further inspection, you also find a massive bed in one of the rooms, covered in at least four quilts and even some fluffy feather pillows. Both the living room and the bedroom boasted a good sized fireplace as well. All in all, this place seemed almost too good to be true. Where were the owners? 

“You look like you’re thinkin’ what I am, so I’m gonna go take a look around outside, see if I can’t find our host,” Arthur stated as met up with you in the kitchen. “Stay around the cabin and keep your gun handy.” 

“I will. Be careful.” 

Arthur nods and squeezes your shoulder when he passes on his way to the door. He shuts it quietly behind him as you stare vacantly at the space he’d just left. You could still feel the weight of his hand on your shoulder, heavy and comforting. You blush at your stupidity, acting like a little girl just because some fella touched her innocently. Never mind that he’d never touched you before. 

You shake it off and keep your hand on your holster as you wander around the house, taking stock of anything that might be valuable. There wasn’t much, as it seemed whoever lived here was more of a practical soul, even if the everyday things were made to be comfortable. There were no womanly touches to be found, but the person did enjoy plush linens and good sturdy furniture. You’d even found an enormous copper tub in the other room, along with a huge stash of sandalwood soap. You hoped you get a chance to use it, as you hadn’t had a proper wash in four days. There was only one bed in the house, leaving sharing the bed the only option so you would feel better about sleeping next to Arthur if you knew that you at least smelled okay. 

You continue your search, rifling through a little writing desk until you find a series of letters. 

“Well, well. Good to meet you, Elijah Foster,” you mumble as you read the address. You skim through the letters to find any hints of what kind of person lived here, hoping it was someone that Arthur wouldn’t have any trouble dealing with. 

Based on the stack of letters, it was a single man with no family, as he often complained about having to live alone. He mostly wrote back and forth with some friend of his talking about the good ole days and swapping homestead advice. It sounded like he was just an old man. 

You wander towards the back door and poke your head out, listening for anything suspicious. There was nothing more than the usual sounds of nature, which could be both good and bad. Still, you trusted that Arthur could handle himself, so you won’t too worried. Instead, you take note of the chicken coop and large garden that could prove to be handy soon, then head back into the relative safety of the cabin. 

Moments later, Arthur comes in through the back door, blowing into his hands to warm them.

“Found an old fella out near the well. No wounds or nothin’. Was probably doin’ chores and his heart just gave out. I buried him not too far away.” 

You nod and show him the papers you’d found. He quickly glances through them, coming to the same conclusion you did. 

“I’ll go carve his name tomorrow. I want to head back out to this shed I saw on my way back right now. Looked like a smokehouse, so we might find something for supper.” 

“Sounds good. If not, there are lots of things here in the kitchen too. Dear Elijah sure loved his food,” you chuckle, waving Arthur off as he heads back outside. 

With the news that it seemed safe to stay, you let your guard down a little bit, peeling off your filthy jacket and hat. You set them off to the side, wondering if you could convince Arthur to stay long enough to do some laundry. You were sure he needed some clean clothes too. 

Upon inspection, the wooden stove seems in perfect working order and already has a stack of kindling and wood ready to go next to it. You set the kindling inside and light it up, knowing it will take a while to get to a good temperature for even cooking. While the stove warms, you hum and go through the cupboards as you try to figure out what to make for supper. Arthur comes stomping back inside moments later, arms filled with goods and grinning happily. 

“I was right about the meat. He had a whole root cellar going on underground. Found some ham, bacon, and some sort of sausages. The best part is the place was filled with home canned goods and even some fruits and vegetables. Got some peaches and apples, even found some eggs and butter. Figured we could do with a little treat.” 

“We can make all kinds of stuff with that! I am starving right now, so we’ll make something quick. Maybe the sausages and a potato hash? Might have the stuff to make some fry bread with it. Then maybe a cobbler for dessert. We’ll save the bacon for breakfast and make some fried apples too.” 

“If you say so,” Arthurs deadpans and settles all of his finds on the dining room table. 

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You still don’t believe that I can cook.” 

“Didn’t say that, Miss. Just haven’t seen any evidence to support your claims.” 

You should probably be offended, but a smiling and teasing Arthur was such a rare treat that you could only bring yourself to blush and smile back. 

“I’ll show you. Out of my kitchen, mister. You should get both of the fireplaces going. The chill is really starting to hit this place.” 

“Good idea. I’ll get the tub filled too. Try not to burn my food, woman.” 

“So rude. Now, where did I put that poison?”

Arthur laughs as he heads outside. You focus on cooking while he comes in and out, carrying loads of firewood and huge buckets of water. The poor man was certainly getting a workout today. You were sure he was looking forward to a bath now. 

Dinner was nearly done by the time he joins you in the kitchen, poking his head over your shoulder to look at the cobbler you were putting together. 

“The man sure liked his comforts. That bed is big enough for four. I think the two of us will be plenty comfortable.” 

You were glad he couldn’t see your face, as the reminder of where you’d be sleeping tonight must have made you resemble a tomato. You stick the cobbler in the oven to avoid looking at him and begin to dish out the sausages, potatoes, and bread you’d put together for supper while Arthur continues looking through the cupboards. 

“There must be forty pounds of beans here. Could feed an army. Would be good with some of that bacon.” 

“I am not making you any beans if I’m supposed to be sharing a bed with you, Arthur Morgan.” 

“That’s probably smart thinkin’,” he chuckles, sitting at the dining room table as you set the plates down, along with a pitcher of water he’d pumped earlier. 

You roll your eyes as Arthur playfully makes a big show of sniffing his fork before he takes a bite. Your smile quickly turns smug as his eyes widen. 

“Now why in the hell have I been eating Pearson’s slop if you can cook like this?” 

You giggle and take a bit of your own food, pleased as he starts to dig in with relish. 

“Pearson would never give up his job. Besides, this is pretty simple. Hard to mess up sausages and hash. The real test is my cobbler.” 

Arthur grunts, shoving an entire half a sausage in his mouth as he chews happily. The meal soon became a quiet affair as your hunger caught up with you as well, and the two of you went to work devouring every bit quickly. The cobbler went by just as fast, with Arthur’s moan of delight being compliment enough. 

Once your bellies were full with nary a crumb of leftovers in sight, the both of you leaned back into your chairs, sighing in contentment. 

“Pearson can keep cooking for the rest of them, but I’ll only eat if you cook for me. You’re not gonna let me starve, right? You’ll cook for me again?” Arthur asked as he rubbed his belly, his soft smile sending your insides fluttering.  

“You’re ridiculous. Yes. If we happen to be in camp at the same time and Pearson won’t kill me for using his supplies, I’ll cook for you again.” 

Arthur helps you bring the dishes to the sink and even dries them while you wash. The easy way that the two of you work together makes you feel like you’ve done this millions of times. 

When everything is clean, Arthur heads to the bedroom while you sit down on the sofa near the fire and begin pulling off your boots. They have a couple of new holes after this trip, making you cringe a bit. You’ll have to find a new pair before these fall apart completely. Arthur comes out a few moments later, carrying one of his union shirts. You were very familiar with those shirts, as they were usually fairly tight on him and highlighted his impressive back muscles. 

“Thought you could use something to wear to bed. You can take the bath first.” 

You accept the shirt, knowing the thing will probably reach nearly to your knees and cover you well enough. 

“You sure? You’ve worked hard, so I don’t mind waiting.” 

“Nah, it’s alright. The water will be dirtier for you if I go first. Little thing like you can’t hold much dirt.” 

You snort over your shoulder as you head to the bathing room. “You’d be surprised.” 

You strip quickly once you shut the door behind you, glad that you wouldn’t have to put any of those clothes back on when you were done. Everything you had was filthy. You didn’t even have a clean pair of bloomers to wear. The coals under the tub had kept the water nice and warm, and you sighed as you slid into the blessed comfort. Arthur had even set out a couple of washcloths and a bar of soap on the end table near the tub. 

As you wash the days of grime away, you peer out of the window and see that the snow is finally coming down hard. It’s probably a pretty good guess that the two of you might be snowed in here for a couple days unless Arthur wants to tough it out. You really hope he doesn’t. 

You quickly finish up in the tub, wanting to leave Arthur with plenty of warm water, and dry off, wringing your hair out as best you can. You slip on the shirt and take a little sniff, pleased that it smelled like Arthur. Looking around, you find an unopened container of tooth powder, so you wet a washcloth and do your best. 

You take a deep breath and open the door to find Arthur lounging on the sofa, his boots and hat already off, and he was near to dozing off by the looks of it. He cracks open an eye as you step out, then slowly sits up straight, staring at you wide-eyed as you shyly stand there. 

“It’s all ready for you,” you mumble, the cold air reminding you of just how exposed you are right now. 

Arthur audibly swallows as his gaze travels from your hair drying wildly and loose, to your bare legs, glimpses of your thighs poking from underneath his shirt if you shifted. 

Finally, he clears his throat and picks up the clothes he had handy, holding them in front of his lap as he hurries past you. The door closes behind him without another word. You quirk an eyebrow at the door, then shrug and bank the fire in the main room before heading to the bedroom. 

The bedroom is sufficiently cozy, with the fire a gentle heat now and the windows weatherproofed. You slip under the covers on the right side, knowing Arthur will want to be on the left and closer to the door. After that it’s just a matter of trying to remember to breathe despite how nervous you were. 

You lose track of time and the warmth seeps into your bones, making you drowsy, and you close your eyes for a few moments. Eventually, the gush a cold air hits your face as Arthur enters the room and quickly shuts the door behind him. 

The room is suddenly filled with the scent of sandalwood as the freshly bathed man settles his things around. You can hear him putting his guns on the nightstand before the bed dips a little and the blanket is moved to allow him to slip underneath. 

The bed is big enough that you aren’t touching each other, but you can feel the heat of his skin and he settles onto his back next to you. 

“Night, Arthur.” 

“Night.” 

You nervously listen to his breathing, your heart going crazy being in such an intimate setting with a man and not being allowed to touch. Eventually, you heard him drift off, and allowed yourself to follow soon after. 

~

You were so damn warm. Too warm. The air around you nearly stifling your ability to breathe. Your eyes flutter open and you sleepily look around. It’s barely morning, just a hint of light showing through the window. 

There’s a heavy weight across your back and waist, so you peel the blanket back to peer under. Arthur has molded himself to you during the night, his legs tangled in yours and his arm across your waist. His skin is so unbelievably hot, and you guess that’s what woke you up. Your shirt had been ridden up a little too high for comfort, but at least you weren’t completely exposed. 

This was nice, though. You knew the proper thing to do would be to sneakily climb out of his tangled limbs, but it was so good. It had been a long time since you’d felt this safe and secure. 

Your plan was simply to fall back asleep like this and deal with the awkwardness in the morning. As you closed your eyes and began to let the heaviness of slumber take you over again, it seemed like a great plan. 

Until he shifted in his sleep, pulling your hips closer to his lap and settling something hard and warm against your backside. 

Suddenly all the blood in your body pooled downstairs, making you throb and dampen as you realize what that is and how close you are to it. 

You slowly peer over your shoulder and see that Arthur is still fast asleep. And apparently having a great dream, judging by the twitching appendage that was being rocked against you ever so slightly. 

You bite your lip and debate stopping him. Waking him up and acting like nothing was wrong was probably the polite thing. A good girl would even smack him and demand he apologize for acting like an animal even in sleep. 

No one had ever said you were a good girl. 

Your hips seemed to move of their own volition, pressing harder against his erection as his movements sped up. The massive hand that had been gripping onto your waist slowly slid up until it was cradling one of your breasts, somehow gentle with them in sleep. Arthur grunted and pressed his head into your neck, nipping at the skin lightly. 

You couldn’t hold back the moan as Arthur suckled a little harder on your neck, and you felt the jolt as he woke up, stilling almost instantly. 

“...Y/n?” 

He was trying to pull his arm off of you, but you clutched it hard. 

“I’m so sorry. Fuck, I’m just gonna...” Arthur tried to pull away again, but you tugged him closer, peering at him over your shoulder. His breath hitches and you know what he sees. Your lips chewed from trying to keep quiet, hair mussed and bite marks on your neck. Debauched. 

“Arthur, please.” 

He gulps and settles back, letting you bring his hand back up to your breast. 

“You really want this? I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once I start.” 

You hum and wiggle your butt against his erection, pleased to hear his whispered curse. 

“I want this. Want you.” 

You can feel him nod behind you, then he slides his hand slowly down your body, reaching underneath the shirt that was now bunched up to your waist.

“Easy girl, I got you,” Arthur mumbles as his hand reaches your core. 

“Darlin’ you are soaking wet.” 

His fingers part your folds, circling around to gather up your essence on them before slowing slipping one inside. 

“Shit, you are so ready to go. Feel so good. Take one more for me.” 

His hips are slowly grinding into you from behind, betraying how excited he is despite the calmness of his voice. He slowly slides another finger inside as his thumb circles your clit. 

“There’s a good girl,” he groans against your neck. 

You can’t help the little giggle that escapes. 

Arthur props himself up to lean over and look at your face. 

“What is so darn funny? Ain’t polite to laugh while a fellas trying to make you feel good.” 

“I’m sorry, it feels amazing. Really. You’re just so adorable I couldn’t help it.” 

“Adorable?” Arthur crinkles his nose like you’d just insulted him. 

“You talk to me like I’m your horse,” you giggle again, unable to stop it. 

He groans with embarrassment and presses his face back into your neck.

“Just have to make it so you can’t laugh then.” 

He pulls his fingers out, leaving you feeling horribly empty. You can feel him messing around with his own pants, trying to pull and kick them off under the covers. Then he picks up your leg and slings across his hip, his cock now laying heavy against your core. 

He slides it around, coating it before settling it against your opening. 

“Last chance to back out. You sure you want me?” 

“Yes. Do it, please.” 

Arthur slides in embarrassingly easy, grunting and tightening his hold on you as he fully sheathes himself. 

“You are so tight. I’m worried I’m not going to last long,” he mutters as he starts to thrust. 

You are pretty sure you’re not going to last either, because you’d barely started and you could feel your orgasm building up. You could hear how wet you were, every thrust creating an embarrassing squelching sound. He speeds up, his hips slamming into you, and the room is filled with the slaps of skin on skin. You can’t even think anymore, the only sounds you’re capable of making are whining and grunting his name. Arthur leans across your back to kiss and suck on your neck, one of his hands reaching under you to rub your clit.

“You feel so good, darlin’. You’re so tight and wet. And you sound so pretty. Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes! Please, I’m so close!” You moan loudly, thrusting your hips back to meet his.

“Oh god, sweetheart, I’m going to cum soon. I can’t hold off anymore. Cum with me.” He whispers in your ear, biting the lobe, and you let go, screaming his name into the pillow. He thrusts hard three more times and cums with a loud, guttural groan into your neck. You both stay like that, breathing heavily as you come down and he strokes your stomach. After a minute, he finally pulls out, leaving you cringing as you feel yourself spill onto the sheets. 

It’s quiet as you both catch your breath. You can hear Arthur’s heartbeat slowing down as you lay on his chest. You wanted to know what this all meant. If this was just sex for him or if he was sweet on you. You had no idea how to go about asking him without sounding desperate. 

“I can hear you overthinking.” He chuckles into your hair. He leans back and tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“So what’s it gonna be? This a one time thing, or is it more?” 

“I’d like it to be more,” you answer shyly, and he seems pleased with your response as he pulls your closer to him and leans over to peck your lips. 

“Alright. We can do whatever you wanna do. You call the shots here.” 

“Well, I don’t know how smart it is giving me that much power, Arthur Morgan.” 

He chuckles, grabbing a handful of your hair and playing with it. 

“Don’t think I’d mind if it’s you.” 

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence for a few moments before the urge to find the outhouse became too great. After taking care of business and freshening up, you make breakfast while Arthur goes looking through all the papers in old Elijah’s desk. 

“Here, look at this one.” 

You wipe your hands off on the dish towel and hold the paper near the window, seeing that Arthur has found the deed to the property. 

“You know,” Arthur says thoughtfully, rubbing his hand across his beard. “He didn’t have nobody else. It’d be easy as hell to write something up and say he sold it to us. Go to town and have ‘em file it up. It could be ours.” 

You stare at him in wonder. “Really?” 

“Not gonna leave the others in the dust, of course, but we could have a place out here for when we need it. Or to just get away sometimes. Just the two of us.” 

You’re absolutely beaming with you throw yourself at him and he pulls you into a hug, placing a kiss onto the top of your head. 

“A place for us.” 

[ramblingqueenfangirl]

Ok I’ve started seeing the “Jim Hutton was a gold digger”idoits coming out after a rest of the evil soul. Let me now educate these idiots why this makes absolutely zero sense. Below are multiple reasons why that is absolutely impossible to prove. Proving a lie is impossible but proving the truth is very very easy. See below.

-Jim didn’t know who Freddie really was until Live Aid. To him it was a sexy guy from a bar who sang.

-Jim saw Garden Lodge it wasn’t a secret how much money Freddie had. So a gold digger would move right on in.

-He kept an apartment of his own for months while they were dating and if Freddie got up to his tricks as he had with other lovers, Jim had it to go back to. A gold digger wouldn’t keep an apartment if he wasn’t being treated well, he would ignore the behavior and continue sucking money.

-Jim kept his job as a hairdresser when the man he’d been dating seriously for several months could easily afford to “keep” him. A gold digger would stop working and live off his lover much like a lot Freddie’s past lovers did.

-Freddie asked him to move in and Jim hesitated. A true gold digger would jump at the chance. He would also have started flaking off at work staying with his wealthy boyfriend in Germany instead of being at a job. And have zero guilt or need to think about it. A true gold digger would be in that house in record time.

-Jim turned Freddie down cold the first time he asked and didn’t call him after their “one night stand”. After he saw all the nice things Freddie had and the influence he had over people that first night and a gold digger would be calling like crazy and trying to get the rich person’s attention, doesn’t sound to me like he was chomping at the bit to get his hands on Freddie and his money.

-Freddie to the best of his knowledge and ours was well for almost two years when he was seeing Jim. Freddie was a very good judge of character and knew when people used him though as long as he got something out of it he wouldn’t mind for a while. Does anyone really think that Jim an Irish hairdresser from a tiny town could pull the wool over the eyes of one of the worlds biggest rockstars. He’d have to be an Oscar-worthy actor or an amazing con man. Which let’s face it. That’s just fucking stupid. If you are saying that, you are calling Freddie gullible which he never was; not ever.

-when he did move into Garden Lodge he worked religiously in the garden. It wasn’t called Garden Lodge because there were a few leaves to rake it is one of the biggest pieces of land and garden in London that’s residential. Peter Freestone says repeatedly that Jim worked very hard. As does everyone else in Freddie’s life.

-Peter Freestone knew Jim before he ever knew Freddie and was happy to see Freddie with an honest kind man. Doesn’t sound much like a gold digger to me.

-Every friend or ex of Jim Hutton repeatedly defended him to other people when they would gossip or talk bad about him, so that goes to show his character was of a kind person who didn’t breed much resentment in anyone who knew him.

-All of Freddie’s friends have said that Jim was a good guy. Including Terry Giddings Freddie’s driver, Peter Freestone and the NY daughters. Freddie is dead. Jim is dead. Not one of The people that knew Freddie even up until present day have recanted their good words about Jim. They have no reason to keep up a “lie”

-Jim wasn’t interested in the house he was interested in how he was being treated. From the reaction of all the GL residents they had no clue about the money Freddie would leave them until the Will was read after Freddie died. If they did expect something I know it wasn’t as much as they actually got. Especially Jim who was constantly witnessed begging Freddie to stop buying him expensive things. Yeah, that screams gold digger. Pfft!

-Joe Fanelli did not mess around he didn’t care about hurting people’s feelings especially when it came to Freddie. If Jim had been the leech all these people say, then you can bet your ass he would have said something to him especially when Freddie was too weak or ill to defend himself.

-Jim when he did leave GL took the things Freddie had wanted him to have and he wanted a cat! I mean come on a cat doesn’t come with a trust fund ffs. The stuff he did end up with he gave to be sold to raise funds for the MPT such as the Yellow Wembley jacket. Never in his lifetime did you ever see the original lyrics to BoRhap on the auction block. Their whereabouts are still unknown I think. So they weren’t auctioned off for millions.

-Jim submitted an application for a mortgage for the land in Ireland in his own name and didn’t even use Freddie as a reference in the application. Then when he had to ask for the money, Freddie gave him way more than he had asked for. The land was small plot near his mom. A gold digger would’ve bought a farm that was worth a fortune in England. Not a house next to his mom in nowhere Ireland.

-At the bar Jim frequented while he lived with Freddie he had barely mentioned he was dating Freddie and not many believed him until after he died. Freddie was never paraded around to impress anyone or anything that Freddie bought him flaunted.

-He invited his ex boyfriend, who actually DID know who Freddie was, to a party and the fight they had was because of the cold shoulder Freddie gave Jim’s friend. Not because he didn’t buy him anything or refuse to pay attention to him.

-After a vase went missing Jim didn’t tell Freddie that it didn’t matter because he could afford it. He let the fight continue for several weeks as Jim turned the house upside down looking for it. Then finally frustrated had to wait until FREDDIE let it go.

-Jim didn’t seek any media attention and never once complained when he was replaced with Mary at events. A gold digger would want to show off and flaunt their money and their source of money.

-Phoebe was a huge protector of Freddie’s and had said he was not a fan of Paul Prenter due to the way he betrayed Freddie and how he’d seen it coming. Why then would you think that almost a decade after Jim died would he hesitate to tell people that Jim was after Freddie’s money if this was even remotely true?

-Even the other members of Queen recognized how uninterested Jim was in fame and fortune. They also liked Jim and as history has proven if someone was horrible to Freddie they wouldn’t be friends with them or if forced simply polite. They hated Paul Prenter. They really didn’t know much about Winnie and the absolutely hated Bill Reid, yet they were friends with someone who was using Freddie for his money? That doesn’t seem right. Hmm

-Jim lived with his “husband” in that house for almost seven years. It was a home that they made together and all the contributions Jim made were made by him and not bought on Freddie’s dime.

-Jim did not parade around in the expensive cars Freddie owned and when he did get his license he got a VOLVO. Not a Ferrari or Aston Martin which Freddie easily could have afforded.

-Jim was there when Freddie gave him an easy out. I mean if you know that your boyfriend had given you a deadly disease the gold digger would turn and run and ask for money to leave. Including extorting the rich person for money with the threat of the biggest secret Freddie didn’t want anyone to know getting out. Jim stayed when an gold digger would have run! Trust me that is not greed.

-If you have ever cared for anyone who was dying from a very deadly disease you will know it’s basically one of the hardest things that anyone whether they love the ill person or not, could do and it’s very hard on the caregivers. Jim was a huge help to Peter and Joe sacrificing his own comfort many times to be with him.

-Jim could have run when things got hard and asked Freddie for money which Freddie would have given. Instead, Jim watched the man he loved and lived with slowly suffer and wither from being the flamboyant sexy and unbelievably vibrant man he had fallen for, into a shell of himself. AIDS in particular is one of the worst diseases to witness anyone die of including strangers. There’s no way any amount money can make you do that to the very end.

-When Freddie died he wasn’t even that rich (in rich people terms at least) nowhere near what he would be later, and Jim obviously knew nothing about property value in London or how much things cost other than reasonable or expensive. A man out for money driven by greed would know those things. And would have mentioned being left the house n a daily basis for the entire relationship. There is not one mention of Jim ever doing that.

-Jim had just lost the person he saw everyday for seven years and less than a week after the love of his life died before he knew about any money, that he wouldn’t even have access to for a while. Will’s are extremely tricky and nothing is immediate including any money received from the Will. It has to go through a system of court proceedings. He was also devastated at losing the one person he had loved more than anything and he had lived with for almost 7 years. Every inch of that house dripped with memories and those can be either comforting or completely hard to relive. There’s are stages of grief and they take time. One week is not nearly enough to even let the death sink in. Staying and remembering is often the only comfort in those times.

-Mary let them live in the guest house one to which all except Phoebe had never lived in before and were exactly what they are, “guest”quarters. Jim was not a “guest” in Freddie’s life. Also, Guards were posted in the house with explicit instructions to let no one in to any part of the house without either being scheduled or having been granted permission. Including the garden Jim had worked so hard to maintain. What the hell could he have stolen in the garden? Have you ever gardened it’s a LOT of work in heat and snow and takes a lot of physical toil. Jim didn’t care he did the job when instead he could have just lounged around the house being waited on hand and foot. A place you live with someone you love has a lot of importance in the grieving process and it takes they say about half the amount of time that you lived there with the person for you to start to move forward. Half of seven years is 3 and a half YEARS not 1 week or 3 months. You become a widow or widower and report back if I’m wrong.

-when Freddie just died, after the shock and grief of his fans had waned a bit, about a year later, a lot of Queen was only a memory and wasn’t as beloved as they are now. They kind of went dormant. Unless you were a lifelong, die hard fan people were at least a little bit less grieving than they had when Freddie died. So the timing of this gold digger’s book is really odd.

-Jim wrote the book in 1993. Made in Heaven hadn’t come out yet and the Queen renaissance hadn’t even started gaining momentum yet. In its first printing the book didn’t even sell that well. Jim shared all profits with the publisher and Tim Whapshott as well so it wasn’t exactly a cash cow at least not in England. He went on tv for about 10 minutes promoting it and on shows in countries that had a lot more going on than finding things out about a recently dead rockstar, such as civil war in Czechoslovakia for example, so I highly doubt it was selling out in bookstores.

-Until much later close to the end of Jim’s life Freddie’s Legend status hadn’t been cemented quite yet. The band was popular but nowhere close to what they are today. Jim left all profits of the book to the hospital where he was treated for cancer. That doesn’t sound much like the actions of a gold digger.

-When George Michael died he left his boyfriend at the time very little compared to what he actually was worth but way way more than Freddie left Jim. George’s boyfriend published a tell all novel with explicit details of their love life and not one thing was held back and he did it super soon after George’s death even saying George would pay for not leaving him money. Which happened! and for a while the reputation of George Michael was poison for anyone to touch. Things have changed now but that book was as written out of spite. Jim’s was written to cope with grief.

-Jim talked about a few details of his love life with Freddie, but has everyone forgotten that Freddie himself was way more descriptive of sexual things than anything Jim even talked about. Ffs he told the press he had an insatiable sexual appetite and certainly didn’t hide the fact he had “a lot of sex” from the public.

-Yes, it’s horrible to read about the horrible affect that disease had on Freddie’s body and Jim recounted what was truly important not anything super embarrassing. So he wet the bed and he changed his shorts, big deal. That says nothing bad about Freddie! It just proves how awful and horrible the way AIDS kills and in the most painful way. That way anyone who had any doubt that it was horrible didn’t after Jim’s book. Awareness was still a hard topic to get into people’s heads in 1993. It had just started becoming a widely known disease since Magic Johnson announced his positive status in 1992.

-Jim was still upset with the situation and when that book was published, yes admittedly, he sounds a bit bitter in the end because what happened after he lost the love of his life was still a new wound.

-If Jim wanted to make “real” money he could have gone to another more well-known source to write the book and he could have gone into very explicit detail as to how Freddie Mercury was as a lover. But he treated it as respectfully as he could. Leaving it out would have left out a huge part of their relationship. That book wasn’t a enormous money maker until recently. Some of Freddie’s friends have described things about Freddie’s life in much more detail than Jim did. Also, Jim never had anything bad to say about him in any public appearances, he did for documentaries, or any time he was asked for a quote about Freddie. It would be very easy for a gold digger to divulge details that would disparage the legend of Freddie but Jim loved him and he didn’t become a multimillionaire at any point in his life so how exactly is he a gold digger?

-yes he wrote in his book about the house and how he felt it was partly his etc... but you didn’t see him hiring lawyers to take Mary to court or even consulting with one, about that. He took the knocks and tried to move on. A gold digger would fight tooth and nail to get any money they could. There are countless examples of these things

-My last point is kind of a repeat of the beginning of this long ass essay. Jim Hutton died almost a decade ago, Freddie has been gone for almost 30 years. Any gag orders or promises to keep secrets has long since expired. If Jim was truly a gold digging leech someone who knew the both of them first hand would have SAID SOMETHING! The only people who say these things are fans. Anyone who was a friend of Freddie’s has never said anything like that against Jim and all loyalties would have been lost by now. People would have cashed in on the Jim Hutton the digger story, by now. But no one has. There’s only one explanation for the reason it hasn’t happened.

IT WASN’T TRUE!

If the above arguments don’t sway you from your thoughts I have tons more but my fingers are about to fall off typing this. Not to mention if you aren’t a little bit more convinced that theirs was a beautiful love story and not a gold digger taking advantage of a sick man then you are too stupid for me to waste my time. I have first hand witness accounts of all of the points I made above. It takes less evidence to sentence someone to the death penalty than I have to prove Jim Hutton was just a good guy who wasn’t after Freddie’s money! So to quote another person who addresses this exact issue well. “Fuck off!” and go learn how to read. You obviously haven’t yet or you would have found out these exact things for yourself.

[talpup]

Light In the Darkness:35

SORRY!!!  I’ve been uploading this fic every Tuesday on ao3 but have forgotten to post updates here.  You all need to tell me these things.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers.  For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Chapter 35

Three days later, Yami and Gendry headed out to capture the lone Saber Wolf that had been sniffing around Pilfer’s kennel causing him to tear up his cage.  Abril had wanted to go but Gendry had told her no.  She had pleaded her case to Yami but he had been of no help.

Heading down the hall to the back of the house, Abril exited back door and found Teris tending her mint garden.

Joining her, Abril asked.  “How much effort to they take?”

“Lucky for me, my father was right,” Teris said.  “Mint is practically a weed.  It pretty much takes care of itself.”

“So what do you do with them.”  Abril asked.

“Whatever you want.  Tea, flavoring, scents, even additions to salves.”

“But why so many different kinds?”

“Different properties and flavors.  It was a hobby of my mother’s.”  Teris said smiling sadly.

“You miss her.  Your mother?”

“I use to miss her all the time.  Not a single day would go by that something wouldn’t happen that I would want to tell her about. Often several times a day, there would be something that brought her to mind or made me remember a moment I had with her.”  She sighed. “Now, days pass where I don’t think about her even once.  I’ve forgotten the sound of her laugh.  The stern but amused, patient expression she use to give me when I didn’t behave as a young royal lady should.  It’s funny.  Back then all I wanted was to get to this point.  Where she stopped haunting my every moment.  Now that I’m here.  I realize how stupid I was.”

“I had a twin.”  Abril confessed.  “We weren’t identical.  He died before we turned six.  I often use to wonder what he would look like were he still alive.  What he’d want to do with his life.  If we would have still been inseparable or hated each other.  Now, I only really think about him on our birthday and the day he died.  I know it’s not the same--”

“But it hurts.  Loss is loss.”

Abril nodded.  “Sometimes I think that’s why I make such a horrible girl.  Because I’m trying to live for the both of us.  I know it doesn’t make sense--”  She stopped unable to go on.

“Does it make sense to you?”  Teris asked.

Unable to speak Abril merely nodded.

“Then it doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else.”

35.2

Yami and Gendry sat at the dinner table, exhausted.  Not only had the Saber Wolf put up a hell of a fight but Pilfer hadn’t been pleased with a new neighbor and had broken through the kennel twice.  In the end Yami had enlisted Tobin’s help and the three had moved the newly captured Wolfs cage down wind and out of sight of the unhappy Pilfer.

“You should have let me join.  I could have used my magic on it.”  Bran said again.

Gendry had already explained on multiple occasions why such a thing would’ve been counter productive to the training and trust of the new addition and Yami was too tired to do so himself.  Instead Gendry glowered at the younger boy until he stopped talking and shrunk in his seat.

Still mad at Gendry and Yami for not letting her join them, Abril sat to the left of Gendry refusing to speak or look at him.

“Seems you’re getting the same treatment I am.”  Yami commented glancing passed Gendry to Abril.

“Only I’m thankful for it.”  Gendry responded.  He looked over at Teris who sat across the table between Venice and Olsen.  “When do you think she’ll move back to her regular seat?”

Yami had quit playing seat shuffle and had taken to sitting in what had been his usual seat, between Gendry and Tobin.  Teris had quickly caught on and had stop trying to sit in her usual place altogether forcing Venice to sit across from Yami as she sat across from Tobin.

Understanding his friends meaning Yami sighed.  “Soon, I hope.  I’m getting impatient.”

“Yeah well, patience isn’t exactly your strong suit,” Gendry said.

“So what are you two gonna name the beast?”  Tobin asked Yami and Gendry.  “Though since I helped move its cage I should at least get a vote if not be allowed to make a suggestion.”

“You can make all the suggestions you like,” Yami said.

“We just don’t have to listen to them.”  Gendry added.

Tobin looked over at the two of them.  “So?  What are you going to name it?”

“Don’t know.”  Yami said mixing his vegetables in with grains.  “Have to work with him a bit and get to know him.”

“I say we name him Rover,” Bran said.  “You know since he was roaming around Pilfer’s.”

“No.” Yami told not even looking at the boy.

“Aw, come on.  At least consider it.”  Bran urged.

“I’d like your help sectioning off the training pen.”  Yami told Tobin easily ignoring Bran.

“You don’t want to add to it?”

“No.” Yami shook his head toying with his food.  “Too large and it’ll only make them more difficult to control.  Pilfer’s good with obeying commands and will be of use when training the other but first they have to adjust to one another.”

“Which they won’t be able to do if they can avoid each other from opposite sides of an overly large pen.”  Tobin nodded understanding.  “Sure. Tomorrow sound good?”

“The sooner the better.”  Yami responded.  “Gendry.  You good with tomorrow?”

“Unless this quiet breaks and there’s a mission,” Gendry said.

Yami remembered what Jack had told him a few nights back.  His eyes slid over to Jax and Bronn.  If Jack was right and wasn’t just fooling with him there would soon be a squad challenge.

Bronn caught him staring.  “What?”  He questioned chewing.

Yami couldn’t be sure if it was his sense of Ki or just a gut feeling but he looked back to Tobin.  “Never mind.

“What? Why?”

“Yeah.” Bran said from across the table of Gendry.  “I want--”

“You won’t be doing anything anyway so shut up.”  Yami told.

Bran deflated.

“What are you thinking?”  Gendry asked after everyone had settled down. “What’s going on?”

“Not sure.”  Yami said glancing at Jax and Bronn again.  “But I’d take it easy the rest of the night and turn in early if I were you.”

35.3

At Jax’s request Bronn had asked Gilly to come and check in on Teris before lights out.  The Captain and Vice Captain would be giving their squad a rude awaking before sunrise and Jax had wanted to make sure Teris had been getting enough sleep and wouldn’t loose control of her mana during the coming challenge.

“I checked her over after I got her message a few days ago.”  Gilly told Bronn as he greeted her.

“Captain just wants to be sure she’s—wait.  What message?”

“Bronn. You know I don’t discuss my patients with anyone unless their health or anothers safety requires it.”  Gilly told.

“Well in this case it just might, love.”

“The Magic Knights Squad--”

“Shh.” Bronn hushed pulling her aside and looking around.  “Not so loud.”

Gilly allowed herself to be lead to the darkened area behind the stairs of the great room.

“Every Healer is on call.  There’ll be six teams present and available with the usual one on shift at Healers Hall and the other two ready to assist should the need arise.”  She shook her head.  “Mana help us if some gang or army got the bright idea to attack the kingdom during this.  With only the Sentries out in mass while you Magic Knights pummel and try to kill each other--”

“That’s why it’s not announced.  That and not giving the kiddies a chance to prepare let’s us see what they’re worth.”  Bronn smiled.

“Can’t you all think of a less dangerous way of testing their prowess?”

“Being a Magic Knight is dangerous work, Gilly.”

She sighed placing a hand on his chest.  “Don’t I know it.  I see it enough everyday.  Whether it’s from simple sparring or an actual mission.  There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t see a report or personally treat a Magic Knight for injury.”

“That’s cause they’re a bunch of babies going to the healers for minor scraps and broken bones.”  Bronn waved off.

“You’re not helping,” Gilly said.

“Oh? You want my help, is that it?”  He wrapped an arm around her waist the other grabbing her bottom and pulled her closer.

Gilly yelped in surprise then giggled scolding quietly.  “Bronn!  Not here.”

Bronn looked over his shoulder listening.  Seeing and hearing nothing he walked her back a couple steps and pinned her between his body and the wall.

“I miss you.”  He breathed as he drove down to her neck the hand about her waist sliding up and around to cup her breast.

Gilly’s breath hitched her leg rising slightly as the hand on her bottom pulled her to his need.  Lashes fluttering as her eyes rolled back slightly, Gilly grabbed his shoulders in a weak attempt to stop him.

“We saw each other just the other day.”  She said her hands moving around his shoulders to pull instead of push as he ground his lower half into her.

“Seeing isn’t feeling.”  Bronn muttered his lower lip and tongue grazing up her neck to her mouth to silence any other protest.

One hand moving up around his neck the other dropping down to his ass. Grabbing and pulling him closer Gilly had no argument left even if Bronn had allowed her one.

35.3.2

Hearing amorous noises from behind the stairs Jax stood beside the stairways railing.

“Find a room for manas sake.  There’s kids about.”  Jax said smirking at the change in noise.

Gilly pushed Bronn away in truth this time.  Bronn straightened spinning around, protecting Gilly from view.  He didn’t need to as Jax was considerate enough to have his back turned to them.

“Captain.” Bronn cleared his throat.  “We were just about--”

“Don’t need you to tell me what you were about.  It was quite obvious.” Jax told unable to stop himself from the tease.

Gilly blushed a deeper red, holding a hand to her chest clasping her partially undone top and slapping Bronn smartly on the shoulder.

Jax hear the hit and chuckled.  “Evening, Gilly.  Have you seen Teris yet?”

“I was--”  She cleared her throat missing a button in her haste to button her blouse.  “I’m headed to her directly.”

“Good. Come see me in my office after.”

“Of course.”  Gilly nodded needlessly as Jax’s back was still turned to them.

“Bronn.”

“Sir.”

“Let her do her job before you go distracting her with extracurriculars.”

Bronn pulled his lips between his teeth lowering his head, expecting the open handed hit Gilly gave him.  He looked up at his Captains back and guiltily muttered.  “Yes, sir.”

35.4

Seated in his office across the low coffee table from his Vice Captain, Jax smirked at Bronn.  Embarrassed for Gilly’s sake Bronn looked away shaking his head unable to stop the smile that formed.  The two men shared a chuckle.

Bronn throwing his head back and sighed.  “Oh man!  She not gonna forgive me for that anytime soon.”

“Nor should she.”  Jax smirked eye squinting in appreciation of the shot of fire water he downed.  The Captain exhaled slowly looking at the empty glass.  “That’s good.”

“It was till you interrupted.”  Bronn said righting his head.  “Oh.” He quirked a brow seeing the shot glass in his Captains hand.

Jax chuckled again shaking his head.  “You were the one pursuing things out in the open.”

“Can’t help it Captain.  I think she’s the one.”

“Really.” Jax said in almost bored disbelief.

“I‘m serious.”  Bronn stated.

“I can see you think you are.”

“Have I ever made such a statement before?”  Bronn challenged.

“Once,” Jax said.

Bronn sobered recalling his drunken words years ago before he and Jax had risen to the point of Captain and Vice Captain.  I’m gonna marry that woman one day, his slurred words echoed in his mind about Mereoleona.

“I was a foolish boy.”  Bronn admitted.  “Even so--”  He shook his head and sighed.  “Even after I wised up and realized the impossibility of such a thing.”  He ran a tongue between his teeth and lower lip, scratching his head.  “I thought I’d be pinning over that Lioness for the rest of my days.”

“When’s the last time you thought about her?”

“Leona?”

Jax nodded, studying his friend.

“Six. Seven months.  At least.”

Jax blinked at that realizing this thing with Gilly was serious.  The two hadn’t started dating till shortly before the Star Awards Festival at the end of March.

“I know.”  Bronn said seeing his Captains expression.  “I got it bad.  And unlike the last one, this one is attainable.  If she’ll have me.”

“Promise me one thing.”

“Anything.” Bronn said without hesitation.

“Give me notice before you propose.  I’ll need time to find a replacement.”  Jax smiled at his friend and muttered.  “As if you could be replaced.”

“I’m not planning on quitting Captain.”  Bronn told.

“You many not plan on it but wives hold great sway over their men.  I don’t see Gilly tolerating her husband facing the dangers of a Magic Knight let alone a Vice Captain.  Do you?”

Bronn stopped and thouhgt.  Knowing Gilly she might even make his retirement a condition before agreeing to marry him.  “Damn it.” He cursed dropping his face into his hands and rubbing roughly.

Jax smirked.  “I suppose time will tell, how serious you are about her.”

“I won’t leave you without a suitable replacement.  That’s for sure.”  Bronn stated firmly.

“I wouldn’t expect you to.  Not to mention if you did, I’d kill you. Wouldn’t want leave your girl a widow before you could fully enjoy the perks of married life.  Not that you haven’t sampled them already.”

“Oh, Captain!”  Bronn smiled raising his eyebrows.  “I could gorge on those delights for days.”

“Don’t.” Jax said scrunching up his face tempted to take another shot of drink after the image.  “Don’t talk about your girlfriends delights.  And don’t go tasting them out in the open of my base again.  You should be ashamed of yourself.  What if Bran had come across the two of you?”

“Have you heard how big his family is?  Living in such a small farmhouse. That boy already knows what’s what, I guarantee you.”  Bronn said.

“Or Yami.  Or Teris.”  Jax said mentioning the other two youngest squad members.

“Yami?” Bronn scoffed.  “You’re kidding me.  Right?  Have you seen the way that boy looks at that girl?  I tell you he’s done more to her in his mind than Gilly and I have done in truth.  As for Teris.  If those two end up getting together and have their happily whatever, that girl’s gonna have to get use to such things cause I tell you, that boy has no shame.”

Jax smirked thinking his Vice Captain had a point on both accounts. Still, there was no sense in their happening across such things and getting ideas.  “Never again.”  Jax told.

“I know.  I know.  I’m sorry.”  Bronn sighed.  “I wonder what’s taking her so long.”

“Miss your girl already?”

Bronn’s lip twitched.  He remembered what Gilly had said and told his Captain.  “She mentioned something about getting a message from Teris a few days ago.”

Jax sat forward uncrossing his legs.  “What kind of message?”

“Don’t know.  She claimed Healers confidentiality or some such.”

“So it was official.”

Bronn nodded.  “I take it you didn’t know anything about it.”  He said watching his Captain sit back and sigh.

Jax shook his head considering.  “Gilly just saw her the morning of the Winter Celebration three days ago.  So this was sometime after that?”

“I guess so.”  Bronn shrugged.

The two sat in silence for a long while till there was a knock on the door.  Bronn stood and opened it letting Gilly in.

“Dismissed.” Jax told his Vice Captain.

“Aw, Cap--” At Jax’s expression Bronn fell silent.  “Sir.”  He cleared his throat brushing Gilly’s arm as he passed closing the door after him.

“Please. Sit.”  Jax gestured to the chair Bronn had vacated.  “Sorry. All I have to offer is whiskey that could double as d-varnisher.

“It’s alright.”  Gilly said sitting on the edge of the seat.  “I’m fine.”

“And my squad members?  How are they?”

“They?”

“You had been stopping by the second floor and looking in on Yami as well. Have you not?”

Gilly smiled nervously.

“I may not look all that bright.  May not even be all that bright.  But, I know how to look after my people,” Jax said.

“They’re both doing well.”  Gilly breathed.  “Though I had my concerns when I peeked in on Yami and found that he had already turned in for the night.”

“He’s another one that may not seem all that bright but is quick on the up take when it matters.”  Jax told.  “Just glad he encouraged the other lads to take it easy after all their exertions this afternoon.” Jax smirked wondering if Bronn could hold off with Gilly until Yami rose to be a Third Class Senior Magic Knight, making him eligible to be named Vice Captain.  Having Yami as Vice Captain would certainly provide its challenges but at least it’d always be interesting.  He focused his eyes on Gilly.  “So they’re getting enough sleep.  No fear of loss of control for tomorrows challenge?”

“Not for lack of sleep and over exhaustion.”  Gilly answered.

“But you make no promises should they loose control for reason other than lack of sleep.”  Jax chuckled and stated.  “You’re too smart for Bronn.”

“He covers what I’m lacking,” Gilly said.  “I like to think we complete each other after a fashion.”

Jax’s brows jumped at that as he laughed outright.  “A like you.  You’re good for him.”

“As his Captain and closest friend, I am grateful for your approval.”

“Tell me, what was Teris’ message about?”

Gilly stiffened at the sudden change in the Black Bulls Captains demeanor. “I can tell you’re concerned--”

“I don’t know how much you know about those two,” Jax interrupted, “given the secrecy and gag orders that seem to be thrown left and right whenever Yami and Teris are involved but the normal rules don’t apply to them.  Your Healer code of confidentiality,” he shook his head, “it has no meaning where those two are concerned.”  He pulled out his grimoire.  Opening it he slipped out a folded parchment that bore the Wizard Kings seal.  “I can see you have your doubts and require proof.  I respect you for that.  But it doesn’t change the fact that I still need to know.”  He stretched out the paper to her.  “Take a look.”

Gilly took the official letter.  Opening it she read.  It didn’t explain why.  It didn’t give any sort of reasoning actually.  She had no doubt it was from Sir Jorah; short as it was it was written by his own hand.

“Alright then.”  She breathed handing him back the note.  “What do you want to know?”

Magic Knights Challenge next chapter.  It’ll be a long one that I hope you all will enjoy.  Lots of drama, fighting, BC characters, and maybe, just maybe some making up between Yami and Teris.

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[angelandbee]

BTS Imagine | Werewolf AU! (Part 2-3)

As you come home from work you grab some leftovers from you fridge, put them in the microwave and flop down on the couch. After wrapping yourself in a blanket you mindlessly turn on the television in your small apartment and take the first bite from your dinner. You hear it starting to rain outside and your lights flicker for a moment. To be honest, it doesn’t scare you one bit. You only moved here about six months ago and by now you know that the electricity here doesn’t seem to work properly. Your phone bleeps and lights up, signaling an incoming message. You pick up your phone to check it. Meanwhile a news reporter announces that the amount of dead animals in the forest next to your town has rapidly increased and that sightings of a large animal were reported.

Jung Hoseok

Word count: 1153

You open your message and see it’s your best friend Hoseok. Ever since you moved away for work you haven’t had much time to meet with him. So instead you now text each other every night when you’re done with work. He asks how your day was and you text him back that your day went like shit. One of your colleagues missed a deadline and put the blame on you. Hoseok asks if you’re free next weekend and suggests to come over. Lucky for you, you are.

You finish your diner, take a shower and go to bed. It’s the middle of the night when you wake up from weird noises coming from right outside your house. Carefully you peek through your curtains but don’t see anything, besides a dog running off into the darkness. Since the noises stopped you decide to go back to bed.

When you walk outside the next morning, ready to go to work you see your front door is completely ruined. By the looks of it a large animal has been scratching the wood. However, there aren’t any large animals that live in your area that could have done this. The idea of someone doing this on purpose gives you chills, but since you don’t want to be late for work, you lock your door and leave.

It is already dark when you come home and you’re completely exhausted. Good thing it’s Friday night, so you won’t have to worry about work for two days. You step out of your car and completely freeze in your tracks. Your whole garden is trashed and no living plant was given mercy. You eventually walk a little closer and notice a wet spot against the wall next to your front door. Judging by the smell someone or something most likely peed against your house. That’s it, you’re calling the police.

When they finally arrived 15 minutes later, you didn’t need to tell them what you called for. While they where inspecting your front yard you heard them talk about the large animals that were seen recently. About then minutes later, when they were done one of the police officers walked up to you and explained that since you live relatively close to the forest this probably was done by an animal and that you should consider putting a fence around your property. You sighed, feeling completely exhausted when they left you with that and entered your house. You contemplated whether you should stay at a friends home for the night, but since no one broke into your house you eventually decided against that idea.

Wanting to wash the day off of you, you take a shower, before heading to bed. While putting on you pajamas you hear a loud crash coming from you living room downstairs. You quickly pull your nightgown over your head and grab the first thing you see on your way to the source of the sound.

Standing in the living room with your laptop raised above your head with two hands you search for the intruder. When you see something hairy pop up from behind the couch you run at it and smack it in the head with your laptop as hard as you can. When you hear something crack you realize you probably just broke your brand new laptop. Meanwhile the hairy intruder falls down on the ground with a painful yelp and you turn on the lights. Carefully, with your ruined laptop still in one hand you walk around the couch to see who or what is in your house. When you finally see it you drop your laptop to the ground in surprise.

Before you on the ground lies your best friend Hoseok, who just mere seconds ago looked like an enormous wolf. The wound on his head that you made by hitting him seems to be healing already, but he still seems a bit out of it.

“H-hoseok? …Is that you?”, you carefully say while withholding yourself since there is glass on the ground.

Your best friend looks you in the eyes with a confused look.

“Is it Saturday already?”, he asks.

“Uhm… Almost…”, you respond.

“Wait, what happened to your window?”

“Well, something jumped through it. Most likely the same thing that messed up my garden.”

“Oh… I’m so, so sorry… I think that was me…”

“Well, go on.”, you tell him, more irritated than shocked or scared right now.

“So, I was going to surprise you by visiting a little earlier, but when I picked up your scent I probably wanted to get closer to it and lost control over myself.”

“Hold on, so what you are saying is that you tried to come over earlier and in stead started scratching my front door and digging holes in my garden?”

“Kind of… Yeah…”, Hoseok says slightly embarrassed.

“Then are you also responsible for peeing against my house?”

“Did I?!”, Hoseok says with a shocked face.

“What, are you telling me it was some stray dog?”

“I… I think I might have wanted to mark my territory because there were other wolves nearby…”

“Oh my god! If I hadn’t seen you change from a wolf to my best friend just now I would have thought you were pulling some stupid prank on me. But now… I don’t know what to think of this anymore. It’s just too much.”

“But I can smell curiosity on you. Don’t you want to see my wolf form properly, without hitting me in the head this time?”

“Of course not, you idiot! What the hell, dude!”, is the first thing you yell at him, before changing your mind: “Well… Uhm… Kinda…? I think? Yeah, I guess I would like to see it… But after you clean up the glass!”

Hoseok hums, pleased with your answer: “Okay, take a seat. I’ll clean up the glass. That’s the least I can do to make it up to you.”

You sit down on the couch and silently watch Hoseok clean the floor and blocking the broken window. When he is done he turns around, facing you with glowing yellow eyes. You see his spine starting to grow and his ribs expand, meanwhile hair covers his body and a tail comes out from behind him. Within seconds there is a huge black wolf standing in your living room, in stead of Hoseok. A bit scared, but more intrigued you carefully move your hand forward to touch his nose. When you confirm that the wolf is indeed the friendly, lovingly Hoseok you start scratching him on his head and behind his ears. You give a yelp when he suddenly jumps on the couch next to you, but you soon realize that all he is doing is putting his head on your lap so you can continue petting him.

That night, you fall asleep with a big, fluffy wolf on your lap.

Park Jimin

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You open up the message you just received. It’s from the shelter you volunteer at! You often take in animals that are looking for a new forever home. This time your friend who works here sends you a picture of a cute wolf-like puppy. Based on the picture you can’t imagine it would take long for the dog to be adopted. Your friend tells you that the dog was found with his left front paw in a beartrap, but since he’s so young they expect him to recover in no time. When he’s recovered they’ll spay him and he is ready to go to a new home.

Before you can agree to take him in your friend is already begging you to take him in. Apparently the last five foster homes couldn’t handle him. You try to ask why, but the only thing your friend says is that they couldn’t give an explanation.

Well, that’s odd… You take another look at the cute pup and decide to give it a shot anyway. The poor thing probably was just scared because he was in pain.

The next morning someone from the shelter arrives with a fluffy pup who has his tail between his legs.

An hour later after trying out different names for the dog you give up and let it curl up in a safe corner. You walk into the kitchen and prepare some dog treats for him, to see what he likes. When you approach him with it however, he barks and growls at it. You’re starting to see why the other foster homes couldn’t handle him. You put the treats down in front of him and grab some food for yourself. When you do you suddenly feel something soft circle around your legs. You look down to see the puppy at your feet, excitingly looking at your food.

You sigh: “Alright, fine, fine! You can have some!”

As you bent down to give him a small piece of your sandwich, he instead grabs the bigger part and runs off with it.

“Hey! That’s mine!”, you scream after him.

You sigh for a second time. Well, at least he’s getting out of his shell…

It’s a week later and the puppy, whom you’ve learned responds to the name Jimin, seems to have taken a liking to you. Of course, he still refused to eat dogfood, and kept you awake every night by howling at the top of his lungs, but besides that, he’s the cutes thing ever! Heck, you might even decide to adopt him for real. Sure, it would be considered a foster fail, but Jimin is just too cute!

You give Jimin a plate of human food and sit down on the couch. You’re not hungry yourself, so you’ll just watch tv until you get hungry.

About half an hour passes and you are completely lost in a documentary about myths and folklore. A part about a werewolf sighting starts and you see a vague clip of seven wolf like figures. Some appear to be quite big and others you would describe to be more of Jimin’s size.

Jokingly you call out to him: “Hey Jimin, aren’t you part of that pack of wolves?”

When you look at where you placed his food, you see nothing but an empty plate. Before you can look for the cute puppy you hear a crash in your kitchen and you immediately turn around to look in that direction. You let out a high pitched scream when you see a naked young man in your kitchen, holding a plate to cover his privates. The shock on his face is bigger than yours. You quickly regain your posture and grab a cushion for protection. For fucks sake, there is a naked stranger in your house!

“I’m warning you! I have a dog, and he is very dangerous!”, you yell at him.

The naked man’s face went from shocked to apologetic as he takes a small step forward.

“No! Get away from me! Jimin! Attack!”, you scream the last part at the top of your lungs.

A few seconds of silence pass before you realize Jimin is not here. Frightened you take a step back, holding the cushion in front of you as if it was a weapon.

“What did you do to Jimin, you naked freak! He is just a hurt puppy!”

When the stranger slowly raises his left arm, while holding the plate with is right, you finally notice a scar and some loose wrappings around it. You realize the wrappings are exactly the same colour as the wrappings around Jimin’s broken paw.

The man suddenly makes a sad face and lets out a whimper.

“It’s healed now… Please don’t spay me?...”, at the last few words he tilts his head to the side and gives you puppy eyes.

It’s at that moment you can start to put together all the pieces and your eyes go wide in disbelief.

“No… No way… Jimin?”

“…Yes?”, he softly responds.

“Why are you naked?”

“Because I wanted to make you something to eat, but I couldn’t do that in my wolf form?”

Suddenly there is a knock on your door. You tell Jimin to stay put and quickly open the door a little bit. You see it’s the old lady that lives next to you.

“Dear, are you okay, I heard yelling!”, she says as she tries to push the door open further.

As she does however, she catches a glimpse of Jimin standing in your kitchen and stops. Instead she gives you a knowing smile and tells you to have fun before leaving again. Your face turns tomato red at her comment and you slam the door shut.

“See what you did! Never mind adopting you, you’re going straight back to the shelter!”

Jimin suddenly looks very sad and you feel a pang of guilt.

“…I thought you liked me…”, Jimin says with tears in his eyes.

He quickly opens the back door and goes back into his wolf form and runs out into the streets. You try to go after him, to tell him you didn’t mean it, but you quickly loose sight of the small wolf.

That night you cry yourself to sleep, you didn’t know Jimin meant that much to you. When you get up for work the next day you feel tired and sick. While making yourself coffee you see Jimin, in human form knocking on your kitchen window. You open the door for him and give him a hug while you cry your eyes out on his shoulder.

“Hey, Jimin, I do like you.”

~ Bee

[rizzizzsins-blog]

From the Ashes, Ch 8

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 The shopping trip was a success. Asher rediscovered his love of cyberpunk, and he looked like an extra out of      Akira    . After he and Cinn had lunch at the food court, much to Edge’s dismay, everyone piled into Edge’s Jaguar, and they were off.

 “You both have such nice cars,” Asher marveled a bit.

 “Don’t compare my brother’s hunk of junk to my marvel of nature!” Edge frowned a little.

 “Listen ‘ere, that Pontiac took me an entire year to restore. I’d like to see ya try it,” Cinn smirked.

 “That’s not fair! You know I’m not a tinkerer like you!” Edge protested.

 “Then quit throwin’ shade at my baby. She’s perfect the way she is, save fer a little dust from this one,” he nudged Asher with his elbow.

 “Oh, sorry,” Asher apologized; Cinn shook his head. “I’m just jokin’, princey. It’ll be alright. ‘S a memory, that’s for sure.”

 A memory, huh…

 “This may be a bit of a drive, so feel free to fall asleep,” Edge remarked, adjusting his mirrors a bit before driving off.

 “You got it, bro.”

 “I’m not talking to you! I need your help with the directions! The place doesn’t appear on my map apps, since it’s technically a closed business.”

 “Yeah, alright. Make a left, then stay on 64 for about 10 miles.”

 Asher slowly sunk into the Jaguar’s leather seats. He hadn’t realized how tired he was. The shopping trip had left him completely drained.

     Asher was in the community garden; the sun was slowly coming up. Dew dotted all of the leaves, and the tulips were lazily opening, one petal at a time.  

     It was around the time to harvest the dandelions. Apparently humans treated them as pest plants, but they were quite a good food source, so his glen grew them. It was best to pick half while they were flowering and half afterwards.  

     As he reached out to them, they shrank away. Asher moved his hand closer, and the plants leaned further away. Frustrated, he reached out and snagged an apple off a tree. As he was about to put it in his mouth, he felt something wet and sticky in his palm.  

     The apple was decomposing rapidly in his hand, until it melted into a viscous, black sludge. Asher turned to see where he’d walked; the grass was dead in every area where he’d stepped.  

     “Samara! You’re ruining everything!” His mother shouted, her hands in her hair.  

     “Mom! I’m sorry! I----” The rot spread faster and faster, crawling up his mother’s roots.  

     “You ruin everything, Samara. Everything.” Her flesh rots, and her teeth fall out one by one.  

 Asher screamed himself awake.

 “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Edge pulled over hard, turning off the ignition. “WHAT’S HAPPENING?” His eyelights glowed intensely, and the magic of battle brewed in the air.

 “I’m sorry, mom… sorry….” Asher mumbled. He was awake. It was over.

 “I shoulda fuckin’ warned him about the nightmares, Boss. It was my fault.”

 “No, I could have done so as well.”

 Asher shook his head. “Don’t worry… I can’t remember the last good dream I had. They’ve just never been that bad.”

 “Yeah… our dad never talks about his. Makes sense, though, since he doesn’t fuckin’ talk about anythin’.”

 “Hmph, it is frustrating. I can tell that it’s bothering him. He has the same microexpressions as I do when I’m upset. But he just shoves it all down and acts like an asshole. That’s going to blow up in his face some day.. I hope I’m not around for that,” Edge sighed.

 “So… we almost there? Sorry for scaring you.”

 Edge restarted the car, and they were off. They were pretty out of the city; the interstate was mottled with wildflowers and tall grass. Large houses with acres of property made up most of the landscape.

 “Yes, just one more turn off this exit and it’s the first place on the left.” They rounded the hill next to the exit and…

 Jesus Christ. The house was an absolute horrorshow. It looked like the kind of place that a church would run a haunted house in to raise money for charity. How it hadn’t been condemned or demolished was beyond Asher. The shutters were slowly sliding off their windows. Some windows were missing panes altogether, covered by plywood instead. The parking lot was full of luxury cars and retrofitted antique vehicles.

 “This is… a little worse than I expected, Edge.”

 “I know it looks a bit haunted on the outside, but that’s simply because they don’t feel like fixing it. The inside is a lot nicer,” The captain assured him as they pulled into the lot.

 He checked his phone. Goddamn it, a whole bunch of them had dipped out of lunch. Including Vanilla.

 Fuming, Edge smiled at Asher. “Excuse me for one moment, Asher.”

 “Easy, bro.”

 “NO! THEY SAID THEY WERE COMING! WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE TAKING RESPONSIBILITY?”

 Edge basically slammed his fingers into the keypad as he dialed someone Asher didn’t know.

 “VANILLA! WHAT THE FUCK GIVES?!”

 “What can I say? Not interested.” Looks like Edge hit the speaker button in his hurry.

 “YOU COULD APOLOGIZE!”

 “I’m not the one doing something wrong. You’re introducing some decomposing rando into a house of already half-functional skeletons. And now the queen wants to throw in that psycho? Count me the fuck out.”

 “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THAT PSYCHO.” Edge’s eyelights went out.

 “Oh, you haven’t heard? He just got released from prison, and that’s what Fafriel wants to do with him. You should probably make peace with your old man before he’s wiped off the face of the earth.”

 “RIGHT. AS IF YOUR FATHER IS GOING TO LEAVE HIS HOME JUST BECAUSE OF TWO NEW PEOPLE. NOT EVERYONE THROWS IN THE TOWEL WHENEVER THEY FACE ANY LEVEL OF DIFFICULTY, SANS.”

 The line went quiet.

 “If I have to drag my dad out of that building by force, I will. I’m not losin’ him after just getting him back.”

 “OH, YOU’RE GONNA DRAG HIM OUT? HE’LL JUST TELEPORT BACK. OUR FATHERS ARE EVEN BETTER AT TAKING ON CHALLENGES THAN YOU ARE AT RUNNING AWAY FROM THEM. GOOD DAY, SANS,” Edge hung up with a wicked grin.

 “Who was that?” Asher asked, wrinkling his nose.

 “Vanilla. Cinn’s Tale Kingdom counterpart. We’ve both been on the Surface for the same amount of time and he hasn’t evolved or matured one bit in that time. I for one, am proud of all the progress my brother has made. Vanilla and Honey just seem to go backwards, frankly. I feel sorry for Papaya and Azure.”

 “There’s no need to feel sorry for me, Edge! Sans is just going through a rough patch!” A skeleton in a suit jacket, leather elbow patches and plaid orange dress pants put his hand on Edge’s shoulder.

 “NYAAAGH! DON’T DO THAT, PAPY!”

 “See? You don’t like it when you’re talked about      behind your back    , do you?” the other chuckled. “Don’t worry! I would have dragged Sans by the ear here if I had to. Brother, come out of the car!”

 A dark blue-eyed skeleton skulked out of his brother’s Ferrari.

 “Coming.”

 “Hello, little dryad! My name is Papaya Aster, Esquire. It is truly an honor to meet you!” He seemed so excited he could barely contain himself, pulling out a fidget spinner to burn off the extra energy.

 “Go on, Papaya. It doesn’t hurt to ask,” Edge clapped him on the back.

 “A-ARE YOU A HUGGER? E-excuse me, I tend to be a little too clingy sometimes!” Papaya smiled apologetically.

 “Oh? Sure. Haven’t been hugged too often, but I like trying new things, hahaha.”

 Papaya scooped Asher up and spun him around, before setting him down carefully, making sure he landed properly.

 “Jeez. Can’t say I’ve ever been hugged with quite so much enthusiasm. Thank you, Papaya.”

 “It’s no issue! If you’re ever wanting a hug, I am always ready to give!”

 “Yeah, and that’s just the issue,” his brother muttered. That must be Vanilla.

 “Nice to meet you,” Asher smiled, offering a hand.

 Vanilla takes it. The others seemed to have expected something to happen, since they were all cringing. But nothing happened.

 “Nilla’s the name. I’m one of your landlords, I guess.”

 “Right,” Asher swallowed.

 “Is anyone else planning on showing up?” Edge sighed, pinching his nasal bridge.

 “I believe Azure is coming in. Honey’s… a little impaired at the moment.”

 “You can say      drunk    , Papy,” Edge spat.

 “I don’t want to make a bad impression!” Papyrus responded. They weren’t upset, not with each other, at least.

 “Considering the unpleasantness that was the phone call with your brother, I think that we can drop all pretenses.”

 A car braked hard in the parking lot. A pair of heels stuck out of the door, as well as… a riding crop?

 “ESPRESSO! CORTADO! GET OUT OF THE CAR, THE TENANT IS ALREADY HERE!” He shouted, a curt rasp in his voice.Two thumbs up popped out of the windows, before two long, yellow eyed skeletons stepped out of the car. The one yelling stepped out last, needing assistance from one of his brothers to get down from their enormous Lexus GX.

 The smaller seemed to be in charge, the other two trailing behind him. One of them was hunched as he walked, his hoodie dipping just a little over his eyes. Headphones sat squarely on his shoulders. The other was much dressed like his brother, walking straight, in a rather futuristic black trench.

 “ESPRESSO! PICK UP THE SLACK! WE ONLY HAVE A LIMITED AMOUNT OF TIME TO ASSESS THE TENANT BEFORE YOUR THERAPY SESSION!”

 The hunched one nodded, running a little to catch up with his brothers.

 The two militant ones squinted at Asher hard.

 “CORTADO. HIS STATS.”

 Wait, Asher’s stats?! What the hell did they need those for? Were they about to fight him or something?

 “Illegible. Nothing but VOID-garbled gibberish, Captain.”

 “THEN GIVE ME AN ESTIMATE!”

 “Uh… do I need to do something here?” Asher asked Edge.

 “No. This is just… their routine. Riesling, do you intend on wasting all of lunch staring at our tenant, or will you introduce yourself like a normal person?”

 “THIS IS PERFECTLY NORMAL! CORTADO, I GROW IMPATIENT.”

 “DEF 50. ATK 30. HP 30/30. Soul of Justice.”

 “PATHETIC! A COMPLETE AND UTTER WEAKLING! GOOD. YOU ARE OF NO THREAT TO OUR FATHER AND MAY PROCEED.”

 “Al...right?” Asher wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or insulted. Maybe a little bit of both. He wasn’t a complete weakling, right?

 “WE MUST WAIT FOR THE LONE COMMANDER, AS WELL AS OUR COUSIN AND HIS PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A COMPANY,” Riesling sighed.

 “You know Scamp and Sliv are always late. Let’s just go inside and get this over with,” Nilla sighed deeper. Cinn gritted his teeth.

 “You’se guys go on ahead. I’m gonna need a moment.”

 “Fine,” Edge nodded. “Asher, would you mind staying for a moment with my brother? I would like to make sure our fathers aren’t doing anything abnormally dangerous, and set up a bit, before you enter.”

 “Alright, sounds good.”

 Everyone except Cinn and Asher went into the house. The door practically screeched whenever it was open and shut.

 Cinn pulled out a cigar and sat on the hood of the Jaguar. “Y’ want one?”

 “I can’t smoke. It’s really bad for plants. Even though I’m more rot than plant, I still don’t want to risk it,” Asher declined.

 “Suit yaself.” He snapped his fingers and the tip of the cigar lit up. So he knew a little fire magic…

 “.... So that was… a lot. Are you all related? Or what’s the story?”

 “We’re all counterparts. It gets kinda messy. Our names started out as nicknames, but eventually we had ‘em all legally changed. Got sick of gettin’ ‘calls for Sans and Papyrus’. How was we supposed to know which pair people wanted?!” He chuckled a bit.

 “But, yeah… I’m sorry yer havin’ to go through all this. I’d hoped this would be a little easier than you livin’ on yer own, but all I’ve done is complicate the shit outta your life. This one’s on me, princey.”

 Asher shook his head.

 “You know, it’s at least been different. I got so used to my routines with Theo that I kind of forgot what life was like outside of that. Sure, not everything’s fun, and certainly not Vanilla, but it’s been different, and in that sense, refreshing. It helps me keep my mind off… this,” he smiled, gesturing to his broken body.

 “Yeah. That’s what velcro shoes an’ jackets are for. Ya look right outta Blade Runner.”

 Asher’s smile grew a little bigger. “I have mixed feelings about that film, but the aesthetic is top notch.”

 “Yeah…” Cinn drew in a big puff, before blowing it out in the shape of a heart. “Hehehe, I still got it.”

 “Can you blow it out your eyes?” Asher had to ask.

 “Hell no! Shit burns like a motherfucker. Who showed ya that?” Cinn shuddered.

 “Me. Nyeh heh, didn’t mean to set the bar too high for ya, shorty,” Scamp popped in and noogied Cinn mid inhale, giving him a coughing fit and stealing his cigar.

 “You sack of fuckin’ shit, you planned that!” Cinn growled. Asher could kind of tell they were playing around.

 “Brother. Please. We arrived with a duty, and we must perform it.”

 “DON’T TREAT IT LIKE A DUTY, TREAT IT LIKE AN ADVENTURE! WE GET TO MEET A NEW FRIEND! HOPEFULLY CRIMSON WON’T INSULT THEM SO MUCH THAT THEY LEAVE CRYING THIS TIME!” It was odd. The two voices sounded like they were from the same person, yet one of them was heavy and flat, and the other was bouncing off the walls. Eventually, Asher was able to see the two skeletons talking. They had showed up in a sporty motorbike and sidecar, removing their helmets before coming to say hello.

 “Nyeh heh, you Blue’s      side    piece now?” Scamp joked with the quieter one. The two motorcyclists looked almost inverted. The quieter one with muted purple eyelights robotically shook Asher’s hand, before the bright-eyed one grabbed Asher’s other hand and shook it vigorously.

 “HELLO! I DON’T BELIEVE WE’VE MET! MY NAME IS AZURE ASTER, AND THIS IS MY FRIEND, SLIVOVITZ ASTER!”

 “Yeah, here’s my big bro. Well, big metaphorically.”

 “Hardee har har. Because I’m short. Very original, brother,” Slivovitz sighed. “I would at least like to supervise Edge making the food, even if he will no longer let me assist.”

 “MAYBE IF WE’RE LUCKY WE CAN SNEAK MAKING A FEW SIDE DISHES. COME ON, SLIV!” Azure grabbed Sliv’s hand and basically Naruto ran to the door.

 “Well, princey, whatcha see is whatcha get. You still wanna go in that house?” Cinn checked. “Y’ can say no. I’d fuckin’ say no.”

 Asher shook his head. “I’m ready. I want to give this a try.”

 Without realizing it, Asher took Cinn’s hand, and they walked inside. It was lunchtime.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #189

“why are the children all marching into the desert to die?”

What does your trick-or-treat bag or pail look like? Pretty sure mine was usually just a plastic orange pumpkin. How old will you turn on your next birthday? 23, wow-ie. What are your plans to celebrate? Dinner with the fam, and I don't think I could possibly pass a birthday without getting a tattoo. :') Which X Factor audition(s) was/were your favorite? Don't watch it. Were you a straight A student in spelling and grammar? Yes. Were you a straight A student in math? No, I got Bs sometimes. Were you abused or do you know anyone who was abused? I know people who were. What is the name of your favorite coffee shop in your town? N/A What is fall weather usually like where you live? Usually warmish and breezy, but sometimes super cold. Do you think you have an accent? Very slightly. Do you use plastic, wooden, or wire hangers? Plastic. What is your favorite shade of yellow? Pastel. Are there any shades of blue that you don’t like? If so, which ones? No. Are you afraid of getting yelled at? YES YES YES YES I WILL CRY PLEASE DON'T Who has the best-decorated house in your town? *shrugs* What is your favorite part of Halloween? Dressing up. Is there a cemetery in your backyard? No. Did you decorate a pumpkin this year? No. ;_; What are some fall activities you would do with your kids? If I actually wanted them, take them on a hay ride (spooky one if they're older and want to), decorate pumpkins together, obviously go trick-or-treating, let 'em play in leaf piles. Have you ever seen a fox? Yes. What color are the squirrels where you live? Brown. Is there anything about Halloween you find offensive? Um no. What do the trees look like where you live? There's basically a shitload of pine trees, some dogwoods in spring (which fucking stink, btw), and then there's other trees idk the name of. Did you like field trips when you were a kid? YESSSSSSSSSSSS Do you find museums boring or interesting? Interesting! What was your school’s rival team’s mascot? Uhhhhh idr. What are three issues you are passionate about? Gay rights, gun control, and immigration. Would you ever wear a shirt with your country’s flag on it? I mean if I had to? What’s a medicine that makes you sleepy? Klonopin, back when I had to take two a day. I was just barely able to function at all on three. Do you like bath bombs? Never used one, but sure. What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? Pussycat Dolls lmaoooooooo Do you like Disney movies? Only heathens don't. In what type of area was your first sexual encounter? A house. What do you occupy your time with on flights? Listen to my iPod. Do you ever realize how ridiculous you’re being yet continue on anyway? Sometimes in anxiety-type situations. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else’s property? No. Have you ever been punched? No. What do you usually order from Olive Garden?
 Spicy shrimp fritas oh my gaaaaaaaaaaaah How do you like your steak cooked?
 Medium well. How do you feel about bats? I'm love them. Is anyone in your family artistic? Me. Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? No. Are you emo/gothic/punk? I AM the Thicc Goth GF in my head. I'm just too poor and lazy for the wardrobe. :^) Would you date someone 20 years older than you? Nooooooooooo that's way too big a difference for me. What is your father’s middle name? John. What was the last food you got a random craving for? Sour gummy worms lmao. What is something you enjoy doing, but aren’t good at? Singing, sometimes. Name some healthy foods that you enjoy eating. Strawberries, apples, peaches, corn, cucumbers, green beans, bananas... What is your favorite Studio Ghibli film? Don't think I've watched any. If your best friend was a fictional character, who would he/she be? Why? This requires too much thinking. What was the last song you listened to? Does it mean anything to you? Ninja Sex Party's cover of "Africa" is on now. No. What flavor was the last cupcake you ate? Chocolate. When was the last time you complimented a stranger? Idk. Do you know how to text without looking? Not well. What about typing without looking? Yup. Have you ever thrown rocks at a girl/guy’s window? No. When was the last time you bought a bathing suit? Like, a year back? Do you like eggnog? NOOOOOOOOOOO. How often do you see your mother? Every day. When was the last time your living room furniture was rearranged? Long time ago. When you were little, did you like watching Cartoon Network, Disney or Nickelodeon more? Disney. When is the last time that you experienced rejection–literal or imagined? By no means /serious/ rejection, but I suppose it fits the definition. Asked the tat/piercing parlor I go to about working there at the desk (the place isn't busy and I'm v comfortable there, so I think I easily could), but they let me know they currently didn't need anyone. When you are feeling down are you more likely to cheer yourself up by shopping, eating, or drinking? I've gotten loads better about it, but eating. Do you think there will be a time when our current age of rapid innovation comes to a standstill? What do you think is the limit of human technological advancement? No, honestly. It may stall, but I don't see it stopping any time soon. In hindsight, what was the most misguided/unhelpful assignment you had to do in school or college? Uhhhh idk. On any blogs or social media you may have, do you try to maintain a certain aesthetic or persona? Is this consistent across platforms or just specific to one? Not really. My less-appropriate sense of humor comes out more on Tumblr, and in some areas I type in all lowercase because I find it more aesthetically pleasing. Is there an artist or celebrity whom you admire for their craft but take issue with their personality or politics? Marilyn Manson, very easily. He's talented and unapologetically unique as all hell, but I do noooot like him as a person from what I know. What is the last party or event you were invited to but declined? Why? Are there certain events that you might be invited to which you are likely to decline? An old friend's Thanksgiving-ish friends party. I was tempted, but it was explicitly stated to BYOB and weed and I just didn't want to be in an environment where there was lots of drinking and smoking something that's still illegal in the state. I was already uncomfortable enough last time I went to a party at her house and there was so much smoking. You were also supposed to bring a piece of Thanksgiving food to contribute, but I can't cook and I didn't wanna bother Mom about it. For the last question, it's just about a "never" situation where I'm invited to a real event besides family birthday parties or meet-ups with Dad and his wife. Off the top of my head, I'd never go to a club if I was invited. Imagine your life three years from now as if things have gone perfectly, better than you would typically predict. What do you see? Living with a happy Sara in the mountains, very successful in photography and thus financially stable (or hopefully a bit beyond that), excelling in school, back to my healthy weight, my mental health is great and I'm on way fewer meds, Sara's able to breed snakes and write as a real career, COVER ME IN TATS BITCH, more piercings, a treatment/medication for hypotonia has been discovered, my niece and nephew have met Sara and been taught our relationship is not wrong (I doubt it though :x), I'm happy, it'd be nice to write with more people, I have at least one poem published, Teddy, Venus, Kaiju, Roman, Mitsu (now totally comfortable being held), and Sara's babies are still alive and kickin', Venus and Crowley have had a clutch, Sara's PMDD is under control, Dad's stopped smoking, Mom is in a healthy, fulfilling relationship, both Mom and Sara are at the weights they aim for, Nicole is with a guy she truly loves and he reciprocates properly, Mom has been treated for depression and has forgiven Dad... Man, lots of things. This question really made me look forward to creating this future. What about your personality makes you good at your job? Alternatively, why do you find yourself uniquely suited for or drawn to your ideal career path? No job, so I'll just respond to the second. Photography is pretty surprising as it requires serious communication, which y'all know isn't my forte in the least. However, I'm so passionate about it and feel knowledgeable enough on it to be confident. Plus I just love showing how beautiful the world is capable of being. Do you find it valuable or important to respect those in positions of authority simply because of their position? Does this vary based on what that position is? Nope. I'm not gonna respect an absolute asshole just because you're of a high position. It doesn't vary to me, either. Do you find that you often desire and/or enjoy sex? If not, why not and how do you negotiate those feelings with your partner? If so, what is it that you enjoy about it in particular? I'd say I desire it to a normal degree, and yeah, I enjoy it. Why, #1, it's such a passionate and intimate way to communicate how much you love and trust your partner. Then I mean it feels good so. How many times have you seriously injured yourself? Idk. Seriously... three? When was the last time you were a passenger in a car and sat in the back? In the back, idk. Did you attend Sunday School as a child? Yes. Are/were you in the school band, and if so, what instrument did you play? Yes, flute. What is the best thing you’ve ever bought at a thrift shop? This cool crashed ship lamp! It's beside my bed. Have you ever ordered an unusual drink at a bar? No. What is your favorite thing about summer? Swimming. That's it. When was the last time you went to your local library? Whew, years. Can you do a proper cartwheel? No. Have you ever been pulled aside by security at the airport? No. Are you a fast-thinker or a slow-thinker? Slow. If you were to donate to charity today, what would you donate to? The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention or The Trevor Project. What is your favorite card game and when was the last time you played it? Magic: The Gathering and not since my PS3 broke (I had the Duel of the Planeswalkers store game on there and I WANT IT BACK). Who was the last person you cuddled with? Sara. Did you ever go to summer camp when you were younger? No. What is your favorite seasonal candy? (only available at certain times) Gingerbread men!! Are there any television shows you own in entirety on DVD or VHS? Meerkat Manor. How far away from your house is the nearest gas station? Like, two minutes. Do you know anyone who is fluent in a second-tongue? Yeah. What is the scariest movie you’ve ever seen and who did you watch it with? The Rite, but only because the whole "raped and impregnated by a demon" shtick is a fuck to the no from me. Watched it with my younger sis years ago. When was the last time you had a bubble bath? A looooooooong time ago, I don't like baths. What was the last strong scent you smelled? Poop. Good job, Bentley. What did you buy the last time you went shopping for new clothes? A bra, I think? How did you discover your favorite band? Mom's CDs. When I was getting into my rock and metal love, I went through them and listened to albums with cool covers or bands I knew she loved, and the first happened to be Ozzy. :') Does the weather affect your mood? If so, in what ways? Yes. I have a greater tendency to feel down when it's real cloudy and sometimes rainy. If it's really hot, I'm in a worse/cranky mood. When are you most likely to be bored? Late afternoon/evening. What was the last big decision you made? Hmmm. Going back to school, maybe? Where was the last place you traveled to, and what did you do while there? Illinois. Hang out with my bby. :') What is your favorite thing to go shopping for? Clothes at Hot Topic ahhhhh. What was the last thing you received in the mail? Something for VR. What is one of your wildest dreams or ambitions? Become a well-known photographer. When was the last time you performed in front of a group of people? Years ago for dance. Who was the last person to upset you? How about the last person to cheer you up? Mom; Sara. Is there anything or anyone you’re trying to get over or let go of? No. What was the subject of your last phone conversation? Uhhh something short with Ma that I don't remember. How close do you have to be with someone before you’ll consider them a friend? I have to feel decently comfortable around them. How do you feel when a mostly unheard of band (or tv show, movie, etc.) that you love suddenly starts to gain popularity? I'm happy for them! I just hope they don't change. When was the last time you listened to new music? Uhhh recently. Do you think it is strange when a couple says “we are pregnant” rather than “I am pregnant” or “my girlfriend is pregnant”? No, I actually prefer it. You're in that shit together. Do you ever feel like you were born in the wrong era? What decade would you most like to have grown up in? No. I'm good with the '90s. What was your most memorable concert experience? Only been to one. :| But Alice was great. If you have any, are you close with your sibling(s)? Has it always been that way? Not very, and no, at least with my younger sister. We were pretty close. Do you require “closure” after things like break-ups or do you move on easily? I. Need. Closure. How long does it take for someone to earn your trust? Good luck. Do you like peanut butter? Yesssss. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school? Do/did you prefer wearing it than regular clothes? In middle school. Hell no. What’s the last thing you got really excited over? Going to Sara's. Is there a genre of movie that you just can’t watch? Action-y. What was the last song to give you nostalgia? "Holiday" by Green Day. Do you have a certain color grape you like the most? Purple. What’s your signature thing you do when drinking that will make your friends say, “Alright, they’re drunk”? N/A Have you ever been on a hot air balloon? No. What’s your definition of weird? I try to keep the mindset that "weird" doesn't exist as I'm not one to talk about things being so, yet I'm hypocritical about it and do find some things, ex. fetishes, extremely weird. Do you use shaving cream? For my legs. When was the last time you cleaned your room? Is your room clean? I dusted my whole room a while back. I need to vacuum baaadly, but ours is broken. ;-; Have you ever personally known any girl who shaved their head? Yes. Have you ever known anyone who committed suicide? Sadly. Have you ever tried to commit suicide? Yes. Have you ever coughed up blood? No. How do you wish you could die? Surrounded by family and painless. Do you have any apps on your Facebook? If so, what? No. What kind of mouse pad do you have? Don't have one. What color is your mouse? Pink. Do you know any who might be anorexic? Do you know anyone who has bulimia? Maybe? Did you ever want a pony when you were little? Idr. What’s your favorite dessert food? Ice cream. What is the closest thing to you right now that is alive? My dog. Do you exercise? I'm starting to again. Do you dislike writing school essays? Not if it's a subject I like. Are you a very open-minded person? Yes. Are you modest? I believe I am. Do you skate? No. Are you in a band? No. If you were to make it big with your own band, what would its name be? *shrugs* It depends on the members. Would you rather a friend come over to your house or you go over there? I go over there. Have you ever had rabies? No. Do you know anyone who ever had to get a rabies shot? Idk. Have you ever gone hunting? No, never would. Ever eaten deer? Duck? Squirrel? How about lamb? No. Have you ever received a note in your locker? I think once from Aaron?

[styomi]

Fifteen study dates | 15-day prompt challenge | Sweet Pea/OC | Day 2

AN: Here is the next part of the series for you guys to enjoy :) Keep in mind that these are spread out weirdly over the timeline. Hence, there are moments which come before Sweet Pea and Ruby are in a relationship and those that are after they start going out :D

Info:

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Sweet Pea/OC Rating: T Word count:1625 Chapter count:2/15

             How to prepare for a study date (?) like a proper gentleman

“It’s a date,” Toni told him pointedly, her eyes widening as she was making her point.

“No, it’s not,” Sweet Pea brushed her off with a huff. “We’re just going to study.” Fangs choked on his sandwich, Toni hitting his back lightly to help him breathe again.

“It’s a study date,” she shot back at Sweet Pea. “In the end, it’s a date, regardless. You’re supposed to treat it accordingly.” Fangs was now giggling uncontrollably, which was an odd action for a bulky teen such as himself. Yet, it was a bit too familiar to his two best friends.

“What, should I bring flowers or something?” Sweet Pea shot back in a sarcastic tone. Toni didn’t back down, though.

“Or something,” she scolded him. “At least kiss her and be prepared to do a little more.” Fangs choked on the next bite of his sandwich again, helping the food go down with a swig from his soda can.

“Sure, sure,” Sweet Pea dismissed the whole thing with a casual shrug. But, his two friends could see the color on his cheeks, regardless. “I’m always ready to a little more, she isn’t.”

“You have to set the mood, man,” Fangs abandoned his sandwich in favor of advising his friend. He didn’t want to choke on it for the third time. It had obviously been bad luck to buy it on the Northside or something. “Get her something she likes, cozy up to her and then, you know, keep going.” The teen mimicked an action of running his hands over an invisible female figure.

“Yeah,” Sweet Pea’s tone was sarcasm in its purest form. “’Cause that sounds like something Ruby would appreciate. She’d kick my ass, dude.” Fangs shrugged as if saying that he’d tried to help.

“Ruby would like it,” Toni interjected. “The two of us have had plenty of girls’ nights, you know. She isn’t frigid like you’re obviously thinking. Just be smooth on the date.”

“For the last time, it’s not a date,” Sweet Pea grumbled. “We don’t date. We hang out. And, I don’t think she’s frigid.” Toni’s hands shot up, before she groaned, sighed and gave up.

“I tried,” the girl said to no one in particular, in absolute exasperation. “I really did. You can’t be helped, Sweet Pea.” But, in the end, Toni and Fangs had helped. Their little squabble hadn’t left Sweet Pea’s mind as he got ready to head over to Ruby’s place for a study session, session, not date, and he took his sweet time choosing an outfit.

The one thing Sweet Pea really liked about hanging out with Ruby, even after their friendship had turned into something more, was that he never felt like he had to try hard and work for it. It all came naturally. She came naturally to him, like breathing or eating. Kissing her wasn’t a chore he dreaded and prepared for. It was a natural reaction to something she said or did. Texting her to go somewhere together was as easy as gathering the younger Serpents to head out to the quarry on a summer afternoon. Ruby was a person he enjoyed. In every sense of the word, completely and effortlessly. So, standing in the mirror and re-dressing a few times had definitely been a first for him when it came to a study session with her. After all, it wasn’t the first time they’d done something like that. But, it was the first time they were doing it since they’d had their number of kisses and more than friendly hugs.

Finally, Sweet Pea settled on a pair of dark jeans that fit comfortably and a grey loose shirt. He slipped a flannel button up over, leaving it unbuttoned and then tugged his Serpents’ jacket over it all. With a final check in the mirror, he decided that it was as good as it was going to get for a small study date. No, session. Because it wasn’t a date. It was a study session.

On his way to her place, he wondered if he should heed Toni’s advice and bring Ruby something she liked. Flowers would’ve definitely been over the top, but he knew one thing that she loved even more than life itself. So, smirking at his own brilliance and hoping that he wouldn’t be late because of the small stop, Sweet Pea turned his bike right, instead of continuing straight over the tracks, and headed for the convenience store he knew would still be open.

He arrived late because the cashier was a new kid who fumbled with his receipt and had to enter every single barcode into the computer. But, his backpack was heavy with more than just his books. Chili, Ruby’s grey Stafford, greeted him with barking and happy jumps at the iron gates of the Wolfe property. He managed to get the dog to back away so that he could roll his bike in, and they walked to the top of the driveway together, Chili sniffing all over his legs. Petting the dog in an attempt to get him to calm down, which didn’t work, the tall teen rang the doorbell.

“Coming!” Ruby’s voice sounded from inside, muffled. Then, the door swung open in a quick motion. The girl looked a bit out of breath like she’d flown down the stairs of her house, instead of walking. And, she probably had. “Sweet Pea, hey,” he noted that she looked like she had put on make-up. Ruby usually didn’t bother with it, so that was a bit odd. Her lips were glistening and her eyes seemed bigger. Yes, she’d definitely put some make-up on. “Come in. Chili, no.” The dog seemed dejected to be left outside, but his ears soon perked up at a sound coming from their yard and he tore down that way.

“Where’s he off to?” Sweet Pea asked, entering.

“Probably a mole,” Ruby sighed. “We’ve been having some issues with them and Chili loves playing with them. He won’t kill them, but he will play. Dad’s been going crazy and threatening to buy a hammer to play whack-a-mole. They’re ruining his gardening attempts.” The image of Ruby’s father, the former SEAL, with a hammer, seemed positively terrifying in Sweet Pea’s head.

“We’re in the living room?” He asked, trying to shake the chills off. Jo Wolfe was scary as hell and loved his daughter. Sweet Pea still thanked God that the man hadn’t been too bothered with the two of them doing… whatever it was that they were doing.

“No, my room,” Ruby grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs. “Dad’s having some friends over later and forbade me to make a mess downstairs.” The Wolfe house was as massive as always, making Sweet Pea feel out of place. Being in the family for a few generations, it had been built in an old, Victorian style, with two stories. Ruby’s room, which he had only visited with Toni and Fangs twice, was on the upper floor and straight down the hallway.

“Should I get lost before the guests arrive?” Sweet Pea asked as Ruby opened the door of her space and entered, not noticing how he awkwardly lingered in the doorway for a second.

“Nonsense, I told dad you’re coming over for a study date.” Date. She’d said it. Not Toni or Fangs. Ruby had said it. Suddenly, Sweet Pea was very much glad that he had made a stop on his way.

“Alright.” He decided that sitting on her bed wasn’t safe and opted to go to the window seat next to it. After all, Ruby’s books were already there.

“Do you want some snacks or something to drink?” Ever the polite host, the girl asked. She took his jacket when he shrugged it off and tossed it on her bed. On the teal and white covers, it looked somehow exotically out of place. Yet, it was like staking a claim over the bed, which brought warmth to Sweet Pea’s chest.

“I’ve got snacks covered if you’ve got drinks.” Sweet Pea opened his backpack and pulled out his notebook, the only study material he ever had, before flipping the bag over the window seat. Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, M & M packets, Hershey’s kisses and chocolate chip cookies, Skittles, Snickers and various other packets of chocolate-based goods fell out, filling the seat and falling to the soft carpet on the floor.

“Holy. Mother. Of. God,” Ruby’s eyes were wide and filled with pure adoration as she stared at the pile. Sweet Pea’s chest filled with heat completely. He’d done the right thing, apparently. “Are you trying to seduce me, or something?” She cheekily asked him with a smirk pulling at her lips.

“Maybe, short stuff.” Sweet Pea replied with a grin of his own. This was a game he knew how to play. He was comfortable doing it, too. He’d had this kind of push and pull with Ruby since day one.

“Consider me willing and able, then,” she bounded over to him, taking the lapels of his flannel shirt and pulling him down for a brief kiss. Sweet Pea was a bit surprised to feel her deepen it, exploring his mouth gently with her tongue. That was usually something that he did, and more than often it got her to pull away. Obviously, he had done everything right that evening. “I’ll get us some drinks and then we can start.” Ruby left him, a little breathless, standing in her bedroom. He felt comfortable for the first time since his talk with Toni and Fangs. Chocolate was, apparently, the way to Ruby’s heart. Or pants. Either way, Sweet Pea considered this study date a success already. Yes, the study date.

That’s all for now, folks!

I hope that you enjoyed it and do let me know if you want to be tagged in the future posts :D

Day 1: A way to memorize Day 3:  With proper motivation, anything is possible Day 4:  PG13 PDA sugar can be good motivation Day 5: Autumn time is picnic time  Day 6: It’s best when we can compete Day 7:  Master of procrastination and his jailer Day 8: Take me anywhere, everywhere, away from here   Day 9:  Dirty French for beginners   Day 10:  I need… sleep?… no, you…   Day 11:  Delirium   Day 12: Stay still for me   Day 13:  Debate? Apparently, a turn-on   Day 14: Two-seater and Chinese   Day 15:  Unintentional intentions  

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