#face of the century like hes so crazy i adore him..........

[pit-and-the-pen]

Azriel NSFW alphabet

Literally just Azriel brain rot. Buckle in

NSFW below the cut (18+ minors don’t interact)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I’m a firm believer that this man is the biggest cuddler after sex. He will fully wrap you in his arms and wings and just hold you close to him. He’ll give you sweet kisses on your forehead and the top of your head, humming as he does.

If anything is particularly rough (Which I am a firm believer in dom Azriel) he’ll draw you a bath and smooth out any sore muscles with his hands.

Basically this dude knows what it’s like to be left alone and would rather die than make you feel like that after being intimate

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, like any good Iilyrian baby, it’s his wings. Besides the normal ego the wings normally come with, he’s able to look at them and see all the good they’ve done. Proof of how far he’s come in life. He’d learn how to fly, become one of the top Iilyrian warriors and had an amazing family. Looking at his wings, the same wings he shares with his brothers, he can’t help but feel his pride stir.

On you, everyone always goes back and forth on boobs or ass but are missing the best option. Thighs. Azriel adores your thighs. Something about the soft feeling of them under his hands instantly comforts him. And not only in a sexual way (although he has pushed your thighs tighter around his head on multiple occasions) but comforting like a cat kneading on a blanket. He loves using them as a pillow, you playing with his hair as you talk about your different days or you both reading a book. He loves your thighs no matter the size, the stretch marks, he loves every inch of them

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I feel like all the fae males cum a ton. Probably left over from centuries of breeding being the most important thing, but Azriel takes the cake. For sake of not having to find something to clean up the sheer amount, he’s almost always coming inside of you. And even then it’s still enough that it runs out of you, something that normally is enough to make you both want round two.

I also feel like if he’s in one of his more dominant moods that once he does cum inside you he’ll use his finger to push it back in, mouth parted as he sees just the sheer amount that pools onto the sheets

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like you and Azriel would be pretty open with each other. He doesn’t want to hide things from you and he wouldn’t want you too either

That being said, I do think he likes you being dominant more than he would ever let you know. The way the tone of your voice drops slightly, the way you tease him is enough to drive him crazy. You always seem to know when he needs it too. There's not one particular thing he could point out to say he loved but you doming him is something he enjoys a lot when it happens.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This man is quiet but that doesn’t mean that he hasn’t had plenty of experience. I mean, look at this man. Tell me you wouldn’t have to fight off both males and females when the mating bond first snapped. This man fully knows what he’s doing and I firmly believe his spymaster skills make him perfect at learning exactly what you need to make you into a complete whining mess.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves when you ride him. Something about feeling your thighs spread out on top of him and having full access to your chest and throat just does something for him.

I also live and die by Azriel having a breeding kink so I think he would love having you in a mating press. Your legs perched up on his shoulders as he presses so deep into you you can’t do anything but scream his name. He would still be free to pepper kisses all over your neck and face and he can feel how deep his cum is pumped into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He is pretty serious overall. It’s that dom persona but sometimes when you try a new position or play and something twists the way it's not supposed to or your bodies just make the noises bodies do, you’re both laughing and giggling. On slower nights you two can make jokes but overall it’s pretty serious because the love you two have for each other runs so deeply.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he keeps it trimmed. He defo has a happy trail that you love to kiss down. But he doesn’t really care about what’s going on down there, especially when it comes to you. As long as he can get between your legs, he doesn’t care how much or how little hair you have. And I think his hair is a little lighter but not by much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Azriel can be tooth rotting sweet when he wants to be. I’m talking rose petals and candles, full body massage. He would pull out all the stops when it comes to spoiling you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he’s away on missions he would try. Some errant thought of you would cross his mind and since he has a hard time sleeping on missions, he would try to rub one out but it never feels the same so he doesn’t really bother with it. He has you and you’re more than happy to help him whenever he has one of his random moments of need rushing through him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Restrains- He loves holding your wrists down, whether it’s with his own hands wrapped around your wrists pinned above you heads, or his shadows holding down all of your limbs as he absolutely worships your body, something about seeing you desperately trying to reach out and touch him makes him go feral.

Wing Play- At first you both were very tentative for you to touch his wings. He’s so proud of them and despite the fact that you’re mates, it felt too intimate. But after much begging on his part, you finally did and gods. His usual perfect timing was fully broken the first time. He came in his pants like a teenager and spent the rest of the night absolutely worshiping you. From then on, if you ever wanted to have him on his knees, you would just run a nail softly along the membranes and he would be a whimpering mess for you.

Brat Tamer- This male would love it when you talk back to him. The way you would puff up your chest, staring up at him trying your best to be intimidating. He would just coo at you and whisper something about keeping up that attitude later in the bedroom. And of course the moment the door closed to your shared bedroom, you would be apologizing for your words. Maybe if he’s feeling nice, he’ll let you off but if he’s not. You would definitely be limping around the next day.

Breeding kink- He would love to fill you up. As much as he adores seeing his cum on various parts of your body. Theres nothing he loves more than seeing it drip out of you, fucking it back into you with his fingers or his tongue.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers your bedroom truthfully. The two of you have made it so comfortable, bits and pieces of the both of you filled the space. The way your smell mixed with his lingers around puts him instantly at ease.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

For real, you could just look at this man and he would be hard as a rock. Seeing you sparing with Cassian would also be a sure fire way to get him going. Or if you are trying to get him really riled up, placing your hand on someones arm as you’re talking to them would have him literally picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder to remind you exactly who you belong to.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No temperature play of any kind, no ice or fire. Fire/wax for obvious reasons but cold/ ice because it reminds him of the winters at the war camp and those memories are not something he wants to imagine when he’s having sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man will eat you out like he has been stranded in the desert for a hundred years. He cannot get enough of you. He’ll hold down your hips, shadows holding your arms down. Absolute filthy noises would be spilling out of his mouth as he lapped you up. You would literally have to pull him away by his hair and his face would be covered in your arousal. He could go down on you for hours if you would let him and he would still probably whine as you pulled him away.

That being said, this man does love a good blow job. I think he would have two moods. One where he’s just letting you explore, tongue lapping at him and he’d let you set your own pace. Just taking everything you would give him. Now. On nights where you have done nothing but tease him. Strap in because this man will (consensually) push you down to your knees with your hands tied behind you back and use your throat like it was a damn fleshlight. He would keep going until spit was trailing down your chin, eyes glassy with tears. When he finally did cum he would make you hold it on your tongue before telling you to swallow, sticking out your tongue afterwards to show him that you were a good girl and listened to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This man is the best of both worlds. Depending on both of your moods it can be soft and slow or wall shakingly rough. Sometimes he’ll being going slow and you’ll push his hips to make him pound into you and the little bit of control he’ll have snaps and before you know it, he’s flipping you over and fucking you hard enough to have you seeing stars. But on nights when both of you need to show your love to each other, he’s simply just grinding into you. Hitting that perfect spot inside of you and I love you’s are spilling past both of your lips unhurried.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not totally against them. When the mating bond first snapped all you had to do was look at him the right way and he was taking you against the nearest surface. More than once during trips to the court of nightmares you two were found tucked away into corners, both in various states of undress. His shadows were particularly helpful during these moments because he could wrap you in them and make sure no one saw that the front of your dress was pulled down or how your skirt was hiked up to your waist. But for the most part, he likes taking his time with you. He wants the time to take you apart piece by piece and have you screaming and shaking beneath him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

SJM told us this man was a freak and I firmly believe it. There’s very few things that he isn’t willing to try at least once. If he thinks it will make you happy then he’s game.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man could go all night if you would let him. Your stamina would give out long before he would. And he’s almost always making sure that you get off at least once but we all know there would be many many more before he would even think about his own release.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I have no idea what toys exist in this world but lets pretend the ones that exist in Crescent City are available. I think he would for sure have a vibrator. More than once he has had you tied up in your bed, vibrator strapped to your thigh and just stood at the other end of the room. You would be half delirious with the amount of orgasms the toy had pulled from you before he turned it off with a smirk at how totally fucked out you were.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is the biggest tease. He knows how much you love his muscles so he would just walk around the house shirtless. Commenting on how your eyes followed him like he was a snack you wanted to devour. He would tease you for that glazed look in your eyes and how your pupils would dilate. If anyone was ever around when this happened you would blush as he slowly raised a hand to shut your slightly open jaw. Laughing softly as everyone else started to slowly leave the room because they knew what was about to happen.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Listen. For how quiet this man is around the inner circle, he would be moaning and panting into your ear. His dirty talk alone is enough to reduce you to a shaking mess. But when he’s pounding into you he’ll be cursing and roaring against you. More than once you’ve had someone pounding on the door because of how loud the two of you were being. He would only make it a point to be even louder when that did happen and when the two of you finally crawled out of your bedroom, the house would be empty.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Azriel was terrified the first time you two had sex. It’s no secret that he’s insecure when it comes to his hands and he was afraid that you would be wary to have him finger you but that fear was quickly dismissed when you begged for his fingers. Now whenever he seems to get too far into his head, all you have to do is slip one of his giant fingers into your mouth and he would snap out whatever funk he was in and he would go absolutely feral. You made the mistake of doing it at dinner with the rest of the inner circle once and everyone just stared at you two with wide eyes as Azriel just sat back further into his chair, legs spreading as he smirked with pure male satisfaction.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Our shadowslinger is hung. I think he’s at least 8 inches but he’s also thick. Like if you wrap your hand around him, your fingers just barely touch. The illyrian joke about wings is definitely true and he’s the biggest of the three males. The rest of the girls nearly fell out of their chairs when they held their hands out trying to get you to spill just how big he was. All three sisters and Mor are just sitting there like 🫸 🫷“What do you mean , keep going??? Girl are you okay???”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Mother. This man’s sex drive is ridiculous. Despite having many partners over the years, there was a lot of time between then and he never let them be truly intimate, opting for quick fucks that were satisfying on the surface level for sure but he desperately yearned for real intimacy. So once he found you he couldn’t get enough of you and you him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll always wait for you to fall asleep. And you normally fall asleep pretty quickly after he’s rung orgasm after orgasm out of you. Some nights we would just stare at you as you slept soundly besides him, wondering how he got so lucky to have you next to him.

[jazeswhbhaven]

Fa La La La La Michael's on Sale (Christmas Miracle L-Card PROLOGUE Spoilers II)

Before you proceed!!! Check out Part 1 here ->

if you've already saw that, let's dive back in for the remainder of the prologueeee

So we left off at the auction, and Daddy Mammon was being Daddy Mammon. But he also explains how he views buying stuff in general, including being forward that the "gifts" MC assumed were gifts are things that they needed for the function lmao

Damn if that's a necessity to you then a gift is like....probably very very expensive or heartfelt or something like that. At least to Mammon. He even explains his buying process to them

So how he sees it, everything in this world is already his and he's just sharing it with everyone and allowing them to enjoy it as well. When he pays the store or anyone for anything it's basically him rewarding them for keeping his stuff safe until he needs it again later regardless of the reason, he wants it for. He's adorable.

So while all of that is happening and he's trying to see what it is that MC would want to buy, Michael literally fucking plunges from the sky into the building like nothing.... Like when I tell you that's the funniest shit I've read for both prologues where the angels literally just fell from the sky forcefully and they were probably just minding their business for the day, it's Christmas so they're like meh we're chilling, gonna wait til the day after and Y E E T bam down the hell for whatever reason lol

So here's a couple rumor lore for our seraph boi. Apparently out of the three, he's really cutthroat and doesn't give a fuck about it. His judgment usually ends with him killing you basically because no one is pure in his eyes. SO at this point everyone is hauling ass trying to escape before he gets murder happy.

He notices that MC is there and acknowledges their presence, and his forever crying eye because he's always like that is dripping tears (I like to make a joke he has allergies....to sin....)

So Mammon tries a sneak attack and it seems to not work against him and he's like confused, MC is confused, EYE am confused because wtf is Michael suddenly invincible???

So he's referring that Mammon is the most sinful devil king...I guess in his eyes being greedy is too much and should be punished right away. I guess he just doesn't see the potential in the other kings huh? /j

So Mike here starts shooting bolts of energy, blades of light, everything he's got toward Mammon and MC, none of it lands or hits. Everyone is watching confused YET again and Mammon is the only one that seems to get it.

A what now?????

So remember in the beginning where Minhyeok basically sat up there and wished for peace wherever MC was so they could have a peaceful Christmas? I mean canon-wise he's been to hell before and knows exactly how rough it is for MC and the others, so he made this wish thinking about that and turns out...

The rules of "Santa" work in Hell when it comes to wishes. Mammon can't attack Mike and Mike can't kill any devils for the day.

That's right buddy, no murder party for youuuuu <3

I love his angry face here, he's so pissed off lmao. But basically what happens shortly after...since he's powerless and pretty much fucking useless, the devils gang up on him and chain him up and such. Mammon threw out the idea of "wonder how much he would cost?" and now...angel boi is part of the fucking auction lol

So they're having MC 'test' out the product which in this case is Michael. Apparently in the past Solomon tested out various products before they were auctioned off and so they are having MC do the same. Honestly, the expectations put on MC are so odd sometimes. Like come on their granddaddy from centuries ago was from a different time and had some crazy magical powers and shit and so far MC has only been able to tap in like a 4th of that power. Maybe not even a 4th T^T But regardless they're eating up Michael with their eyes and he's of course being a brat about it.

It appears that during the scuffle, the devils were able to pitch together and come up with an info card, only had to use minimal chains, a golden gag (I assume he was fucking biting people lmao) and well...I'd like to think now that the angels automatically have their cock/chastity cages just by default. The design of their cages remind me of 'Dick Fight Island' hahaha. And MC is just like damn, I guess it wouldn't hurt having a little taste??? Just a small one? And it's just like yeah I'd probably figure out how to unlock that cage and tease his cock a bit... But also this is giving some pretty triggering content based on the fact clearly....Michael is against this, because he's glaring at MC like he could murder them on the spot. He was outnumbered, chained up, and now being sold as a possible sex slave. But oh take a look at his sprite!

Even his sprite is not having a great time lmao he is p i s s e d. Pretty much rabid and can go off any moment. But the reason I want his card is that in Secret Club.....I know he's going to react to our touches and he makes that delicous pleasure face like he can't help it and mmmm this is fueling angel headcanons all over the fucking place for me. I swear I gotta make a self indulgent fic about how angels react to being touched after their cage is removed.

And this is so fucking cute of Mammon....MC is just standing on stage ready to doing their thing and Mammon is waving at them like "Hi sweetie, you're doing great <3 Luv youuuu"

This is why I love him. But anyways the prolouge ends with MC unbuttoning Mike's shirt and I'm just sitting here like UGHHHHHHHHH at this point I'd pay for each story that comes out as a whole just so I can skip this whole you have to unlock it in the unholy board stuff....because honestly if PB told us "hey if you'd like to buy Michael's L-card story, pass us like $30 or $5 per chapter" I'd find a way to pay for that. I just want the stories at this point, this grinding stuff is wearing me out lol

I DIGRESS though. From the prologue alone it looks like this story is going to get s p i c y and if I'm right??? MC is probs gonna make him cum in front of the audience, so it's exhibitionism, humiliation, and degradation (really for all of the angels cards it seems because they're in a public place)

So it looks like I'm done reacting to this <3 Later today I'll try to get Raphael's done. Thankuuu for sitting with me

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[azlrse]

➳ pater noster (a yandere!om!belphegor x gn!nun!reader) w/ a hint of solomon x reader

synopsis: some faces are not meant to be trusted but what if your faith towards father himself was just a mere illusion? or is it perhaps that the prince of sloth took a liking for you and do whatever it takes for your innocence to be tainted.

cw: yandere themes, religious au, gore (includes mutilation and blood), minor character death, manipulation, fic has a cliffhanger.

a/n: happy halloween everyone! this fic has been kept on my notes for over a year now and publishing it in the spirit of halloween (also college has been killing me slowly so this is the reason why I am not that active here anymore ;_;;).

No one knew how humankind can feel the sense of paranoia when attending the church’s grounds, despite it’s gruesome and horrid history from the 18th century. Some say that it’s because of the church’s dark history while the others passed down the same story that you heard from your childhood that several unrested souls had haunted these holy grounds you stood above since the day you’ve arrived. Thus, beginning your mission as a devoted nun to the high divines.

You didn’t blame those people. After all, the church had stood from thousands of years ago as many of your ancestors were executed for the sake of appeasing the gods, or perhaps is it the demons who are offered these so-called sacrifices. You didn’t believed the words from that crazy woman you’ve encountered this morning that a demon took it’s residence in the catacombs below the old ancestral chruch, knowing that those words are nothing but blasphemy, words that could taint the same people you’ve worshipped and adored.

As the bells of St. Michael Parish had rung, signifying that the mass (which had begun an hour ago) had concluded. Many of the people (who attended) and your peers had left, ready to celebrate grace together with their beloved families, going out to eat or spending time alone in the covenants while a certain nun had stayed behind to make up for the missing prayer they missed this morning.

Speaking in the words of old religion, they closed their eyes and began their session alone to give their thanks to Father himself. The empty church had given (M/C) the sense of peace and quiet they needed after hearing such loud noises during the day, preventing them from having a peace of your mind and soul. They firmly gripped the small rosary that they’ve kept on the side of their habit as they spoke the prayer that indicates the beginning of their daily prayer.

“In nomine Patris et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti”

As you lit the candle, you think about your own family. How are your siblings doing? Are your parents doing fine since your departure? Are they well? Do they missed you terribly?

They prayed for an hour, forgetting about the concept of time and was contented with Father hearing their prayers. Each hail mary’s and our father are spoken many times and it finally concluded with a small “amen.” You feel the soreness of your knees from kneeling on the tuffet as you stood up and make the sign of the cross while staring into the giant cross you say your prayers with. Before you went back to the covenant to join the others, you lit a candle and spoke a small prayer before you make your way towards the others.

Of course they are. After all, you almost recieved countless of messages from your family about your well-being. You spoke your prayers towards them for they will have a good and lasting life, away from the dangers lurking around their lives. You’ve closed your eyes for a bit until a voice interrupted your alone time. “Making up for the missing prayer for this morning, (M/C)?”

“Ah!” You jumped from the voice behind you. “Father Solomon! I didn’t know that you’re here for your nightly walks. You scared me for quite a bit and yes, I did make up for this morning’s prayer.” He replied with a soft hum and lights up another candle for him to say his thanks before he calls it a day. The looming light for the tainted windows of the solemn adds some light aside from the many candles that was lit as the buildings source of light. You find peace within these walls and the peaceful silence doesn’t even bother you, contented with your closest friend by your side.

Speaking of your friend, he breaks the silence and asks a single question that sparked up your curiosity. “Say my friend,” He solemnly spoke, lighting another candle but this time, the color of the candle he lit up was black. “Do you believe these rumors that the demons roaming this sacred grounds? Aren’t you afraid of such creatures who would lured humanity into an endless pit of sin and everlasting pain?”

Hearing that question makes your skin crawling and feeling uneasy. Speaking this kind of question during night time is kinda scary and quite unnerving at the same time. You didn’t want to upset your friend and just went with the flow upon answering his question. “While I do believe in the concept of those creatures, yes. I believe that the demons are still roaming around these holy grounds, tempting for us to succumb into their sin and no, I am not scared. Don’t you forget that one of my closest friends is an exorcist?” You patted his back as you refer to the young priest as your closest friend. The old bell rang from the tower above, signifying that the time for prayer and seclusion has been completed and what better way to call it a day was to eat dinner together with your fellow nuns.

“Now, come along now, Father Solomon. We don’t wanna miss out today’s dinner special won’t we?” Before you make your way towards the kitchen, Father Solomon stopped you on your tracks, held your hand and gave you something. “Wait, my friend. There’s something I should give you.” He handed you an item that was small and light, the first thing you thought that the item you hold was a small jewelry of some sort. “Think of this as my gift of appreciation for being one of my most trusted friends.” The priest then opens his hand and showed you a ring. The ring looks really minimal with the exception of a purple gem on top of the small jewel.

“I found this while I was tending in the gardens the other day and it turns out that this precious gem doesn’t have an owner. Plus, the color kinda reminds me of you and I want you to have it.” Speechless, you took the ring from his hands and slipped it right into your ring finger. It was a perfect size! It wasn’t loose nor tight. You loved this ring but you’re still hesitant upon accepting your friends small gift. Solomon noticed that you were nervous and hesitant on wearing that ring. “Don’t worry about that ring being cursed. For I have already blessed it with the blessings from the celestial realm. That ring definitely can protect you from any harm.”

His words convinced you that this ring wasn’t cursed but just an ordinary ring. You slipped it right back to your ring finger and thanked your friend for the small gift he gave you. “Now come on, let’s get to the cafeteria first before we ran out of those delicious juice they served!”

“You can go first, my friend. There’s something I need to tend in the gardens. I don’t want the children to be playing outside of the gardens this late.” You nodded and proceeded to walk towards the dining area where the rest of your peers gathered. It was quite unusual for your friend to tend the gardens this late, considering that the children are given strict rules when it comes to them roaming around the grounds without adult supervision. Plus, Father Solomon only tended the gardens every Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays.

Today was Thursday and it was supposed to be his turn the next day, which is strange to say the least. As oblivious as you are, you shrugged it off, thinking that it was just a mishap or just a mere coincidence that happened today.

The dinner was good and not long after you finished your meal, everyone in the room heard a scream from the outside. Children are escorted and ran outside from the dormitories, which is led by the nun who took charge in watching over them. “What happened?!” The reverend mother spoke as the young nun shook in fear while trying her best to answer her question. “The demon attacked them! I saw the creature devouring the poor child in front of my eyes! A creature surrounded by darkness as their teeth feast on the poor child!” You hugged the shaken nun, collapsing into your arms as she sobbed and sobbed, knowing that she failed her duty in watching over the orphans, now paranoid and scared due to what’s happening outside of their dorms.

You quickly ran outside towards the scene of the crime and what came out from your mouth was a gasp and felt the feeling of dread and nausea seething through your stomach; a child’s mangled form is laying on the floor, lifeless as blood continuously flow from it’s main source, staining the dirt below. Their eyes wide open, mouth distorted into a scream, as if they had called for help. A bite wound can be seen on the side of the child’s stomach, exposing their remains.

Colors of red and blue, flashing throughout the entire grounds, despite all the noise and commotion the police made, all you can hear was a deafening ring on your ears. Your legs gave out after you knew which child is assigned to this gruesome fate. It was none other than the child whom you’ve taken care of ever since their infancy, the same child that gave you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and the one who made your day even better. You began to cry hysterically, catching the attention to your closest friend as he gave his shoulder to cry on.

“There there, it’s okay (M/C). I know it’s hard for you to process what happened and I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect them in time.” Solomon rubbed his hand back and forth on your back while watching their body being placed in a body bag and placed on the back on the ambulance, ready to be examined by medical professionals to see who’s the main perpetrator of this horrid crime.

You couldn’t sleep that night after you went back to your residency alone (due to Solomon being one of the people being questioned). The more you blinked, more tears slid from your cheeks, staining your pillows, thinking on what happens if you rescued them in time. Will they still be the same child you took care of? Will they grow up and obtaining their dream profession after they graduated college?

You wished those events can happen in real life but alas, they couldn’t because they finally succumb to their untimely death. You felt the numbness coursing throughout your body while staring towards the dimly lit ceiling of your room.

Despite trying you best to fall back asleep, you couldn’t shake the vivid and gruesome scene. You became scared for a bit but prayed to the celestial beings that you and the others are guided to a safer path. You prayed and prayed until you couldn’t feel your knees anymore as tears continuously poured down your cheek. After what it felt like hours, you lay down on your bed as eyes finally closed, taking a good night’s rest for tomorrow’s occasion.

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You woke up on a strange environment, standing barefoot on the stone cold ground gave you goosebumps throughout your entire body. You’re still wearing the exact same clothes you went to bed but didn’t remember that you put on the ring right before you went to bed. It’s strange to say the least, you remembered that you took off that ring and placed it right on your bedside table.

The ring itself began to glow, bright violet specks of light flickered as more fog appeared in this strange place. The more you walk in this endless loop, the more the temperature became colder and colder to the point that your body began to shiver. The thin clothing that clings to your skin doesn’t help and you felt like you’re about to pass out due to hypothermia.

Out of nowhere, a voice called out for you.

“(M/C)”

It was a man’s voice. It echoes across the void. You whipped your head back and forth to see who’s the owner of that voice. At first, you thought that it was Solomon’s voice but it isn’t or wasn’t it Simeon to begin with? No, it’s not the same person who spoke your name.

“Come home to me. For you have committed such crime and sin, a sin that belonged to one of my brothers.”

There it is again! And what crime is he talking about? You? A nun who’s devoted to Father himself, committed a sin that belonged to the 7 deadly sins? That’s absurd! You never commited such acts, not after you became a nun in the first place. “What are you talking about? Who are you and what crime did I even commit? I’ll never turn my back against God and commit a sin!”

The voice chuckled and that’s when you felt your ring finger began to tighten up. You tried removing the ring in your finger but it felt like it was glued on your poor finger. A bruise began to form on your finger as it cuts off the circulation. “Who I am doesn’t matter, little one. After all, you’re gonna meet me soon.” You screamed as the ring began to bury deep within your skin, blood dripping from the newly formed wound. “As for your crime, well. You already know what that is, my dear. You’re gonna find out about that soon. But for now,” You screamed in excruciating pain, more blood came rushing from the cut as your finger was completely cut off, laying lifelessly on the cold stone ground.

Before you know it, a shadow looms over you. Ram like horns on each side of it’s head and it gave you a eery smile, taking pleasure on the pain you just went through. It’s violet-pink eyes stared into yours and in response, you gave this malicious entity a sharp glare as you bare your teeth, both in pain and to show your bravery despite being in pain.

The demon surely loves your bravery towards him and it amuses him. He picked up your severed finger, keeping it as a souvenir and leaned in closer towards your face and spoke,

“It’s time for you to wake up.”

A sudden jolt of energy woke you up, sweat dripping down from the top of your head while the beating of your heart becomes faster and faster the more air you breathed in. You look around your room; the light of the sun seething through your window as the fresh breeze of cool air makes its way to your room. In a panic, you checked your ring finger. To your relief, it wasn’t severed nor wounds appeared around the finger. As for your ring, the simplistic jewelry is still on the same area you’ve placed since last night.

It felt so real. The pain, the blood dripping from your wound and the way your ring tightens up. You thought that when you woke up, all that was left on your finger was torn up muscles and blood staining the comfortable bed sheets. Not to mention how that mysterious entity pinpointed a crime that you didn’t even committed, let alone considering that it was also a sin.

A sin that belonged to one of his brothers.

Instead of becoming scared due to your horrible nightmare, you’ve become even more curious not only towards that entity but also to the ring Father Solomon gave you yesterday. And it looks like you have something to talk about to the young priest himself.

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“Solomon!” You called out to your dear friend from afar, seeing him reading the sacred scriptures underneath a tree that’s located from the outskirts of the old church. “There you are. I was searching for you everywhere and it’s unusual for you to be alone in this tree since you almost spend your time in your office.”

The priest only hums softly, moving aside to indicate that he’s inviting you to sit with him, which you gladly accepted. “I hope you’re doing well since the incident last night. Condolences to you and the others.” You smiled in sadness from the words you heard from him. “It’s fine, friend. They’re still trying to find the killer. I hope they caught them fast and finally have some justice to [c/n]. Poor child, may God let them rest in peace.”

You wiped off your tears, still remembering the sweet, innocent smile the child gave to you. They’re such a good kid, taking the role-model as an older sibling to the other orphans and even taking some of the blame if one of the orphans made a mistake. The thought quickly subsided, shaking your head and a serious look appeared on your face. “The kid’s not the reason why I’m here. May I ask you something, my friend?”

Solomon placed a bookmark on his book and placing it over the soft patch of grass. Wait a minute – you noticed that his eyes are quite strange; eye bags and the soft color of purple and pink hue over his brown eyes. You saw how his eyes twitched as if he didn’t sleep well last night. You’ve become so distracted over the color and the eye bags of his eyes that his voice broke your trance. “Ask away, (M/C) and I’ll try my best to answer those questions of yours.”

“Do you know this ring’s origins?” You showed him the ring around your finger. His smile widen when he saw you wearing the ring. “Quite beautiful, isn’t it?” He took your hand on his, inspecting the piece of jewelry he gave you yesterday. “Yes, I agree with you but I have a dream- nightmare rather, about this piece of jewelry.” The priest’s giddy expression suddenly dropped as soon as you mentioned the term ‘nightmare’. This concerns Solomon and he felt the atmosphere between the both of you became serious.

“What nightmare, (M/C)? Please do tell me what happened there?” You hesitated at first, still vividly remembering how a demon appeared out of nowhere as the ring began to sever your poor finger. The lingering pain still subsided within your mind, for the pain you felt was too real in the awakening world.

You randomly rubbed your hand against your ring finger while looking at the green patches of grass, noticing on how each sway of the individual leaves was caused by the cold winds blew across the courtyard. After what felt like hours, you’ve spoken about this gruesome dream of yours. “I’ve encountered something…evil from this dream of mine. I saw an entity that we feared and loathed, it’s horns are long and twisted, a tail which can choke a mere human to death in under a minute and his white sharp eyes.”

You shivered alone by just describing the demon’s features but it didn’t stop you from telling your close friend what such events had left you shaken since this morning. “I also remember how the ring you gave me tighten and remembering the pain I’ve endured as I try to pry off this cursed piece of jewelry. Believe me or not, this caused my ring finger to be severed, blood dripping non stop from my veins as I screamed in agony and pain while that demon watched me cry in satisfaction. What does that filthy creature even want from me?”

Solomon only listened to your words with a fixated expression on his face. “So your saying that this ring I gave you is the main reason why you have a nightmare last night?” You nodded, still feeling the your body shaken a little after you told your horrid story of a nightmare. “I thought this ring was blessed by you, father. Isn’t the blessing by the celestial beings cleansed this ring from the likes of 'it’?”

“I did blessed this ring. In fact, I performed a ritual that has been done way back thousands of years ago. I thought that the ring couldn’t be possessed by any entity unless..” Your priest of a friend suddenly stood in silence and after what felt like hours, he finally break the silence. “I did blessed this ring. In fact, I performed a ritual that has been done way back thousands of years ago. I thought that the ring couldn’t be possessed by any entity unles..” Your priest of a friend suddenly stood in silence and after what felt like hours, he finally break the silence.

“I think that the ring isn’t the target to begin with.” His words send chills down your spine. Hands are sweaty from paranoia and nervousness, eyes widen a bit from the words his spoke and your mouth wide agape; no words are even coming out from your mouth. Solomon looks at you in a serious manner for he knew that your life is in danger.

“The demon wants you, my friend. You are in grave danger…”

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𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬!𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: you’re hoping to make a good impression on your new boss. there’s just one problem: he’s an asshole. a very hot asshole.

pairings: boss!austin x employee!reader

word count: 2.2k

warning/notes: you guys have begged for more fake dating, so here it is. the beginning of what will be the end. this love story is adorable, and their dynamic is my absolute favorite. can't wait to post part three in the next week.

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“Well I heard he’s quite the looker.” Sophia mumbled under her breath, practically jogging to keep up with your long strides. The last thing you wanted was to be late for the big floor meeting, especially since you were about to be introduced to your new boss. That would be the icing on the shitty cake. Still, you refused to let this morning's parking ticket ruin your good mood. 

“Who said that? Nobody aside from Jeff has seen him, and that was only to finalize his paperwork.” One of the plant's leaves slapped you in the face as you began climbing the stairs, and with a groan you tucked the pot a little closer to your side, freeing up your vision so that you wouldn’t fall forward and bust your ass. You had picked up a little welcome gift for the newbie last night during your trip to the grocery store. It was only once you had gotten home that you realized that the plant didn’t have any plastic marker that stated its “preferences”. You hoped your newfound boss wouldn’t mind doing some googling in order to take care of his new greenery. Thankfully the man would be getting one of the nicer offices, which meant he’d have window space. 

“Martha from the first floor. She greeted him last week when he ran by to sign some papers.” Sophia was already out of breath from quickly climbing the stairs, muttering a few curse words as she tried to keep up with you and your fast pace. 

Martha was also a fifty year old crazy cat lady, so her saying that the mystery man was “handsome” meant nothing to you. If anything you were even more suspect about his good looks than you had been before. You let out a breathy laugh, freeing up one of your hands to open up the door for your best friend. 

“Martha also thinks that the mail delivery guy is a “looker”, and that guy has a receding hairline and buck teeth.” You were quick to fire back. 

Sophia looked like she wanted to argue, but stopped herself, a thoughtful look befalling her face. “Yeah. . . no, you’re totally right. Why didn’t I think of that? He’s probably going to have two heads.” 

You laughed loudly at that, turning to face your best friend as you continued the familiar walk to the conference room. “He’s probably bald- oof!” You grunted as you walked into a solid chest, the potted plant nearly flying out of your grasp. 

The person that you bumped into moved lightening fast, strong arms coming to wrap around both the pot and your arms. A little bit of dirt fell on the ground, and as you stared down at it you began to feel sorry for Javie, the janitor. You loved that tiny man. Behind you Sophia sucked in a breath, though you were too embarrassed to really pay attention to anything else other than the stranger’s dirt covered sleeve. You reached out, brushing off their nice- very expensive- blazer. 

“God, I should have been paying better attention to where I was walking. I’m so sorry.” You apologized, looking up at who you thought was Jeff. 

Because this person was practically a giant compared to most of the people on this floor, and the outfit and shoes? That was at least two months worth of your pay- if not more. Designer, no doubt. When you looked up, rather than meeting Jeff’s familiar brown eyes- you were met with blue. 

And there he was, in all of his glory. Him being “quite the looker” was the understatement of the century. This man was a model. His wire rimmed glasses did nothing to make him look boyish. The stranger in front of you was all man. For a few seconds all the two of you did was stare at each other. The blonde looked just as stunned as you did, his plush lips softly parted, eyes wide as he took in your features. After a moment he cleared his throat, his jaw clenching as he must have realized that the two of you were blocking hallway traffic, his hands still firmly wrapped around you. 

“We’re about to be late for the meeting.” He took a step back, and the loss of his firm grip on your arm nearly took your breath away.

Within seconds his warm, even soft blue eyes had hardened, his outwardly caring exterior turning ice cold. You tossed a look behind you at Sophia, dropping your jaw animatedly only for her to see before moving quickly to fall in step next to your new boss. “I’m so sorry about your blazer. I’ll pay for the dry cleaning-” 

He was already unbuttoning the soiled jacket, shrugging it off of his broad shoulders so that he was only standing in his crisp button up shirt and tie. His waist was narrow, accentuated by his belt. You could tell he was fit underneath all of those clothes. You hated yourself for it, but you were practically drooling. 

“Don’t worry about it. Just work hard for me from now on and we’ll call it even. Yeah?” He cut his eyes over towards you, and though you wanted to shrink under his gaze you merely held your head high and nodded. You were above outwardly fawning over the new guy. 

You weren’t, however, above silently crushing from afar. 

The man commanded the room unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Everything about his posture, his broad shoulders, and the surety of his actions told you that he meant business. Everybody stayed mostly silent as he introduced himself. Austin Butler. He looked like an Austin, you supposed. As he spoke you tried to rearrange the dirt in the pot with your fingers, smoothing it out so that it no longer looked ruined. The card in your purse suddenly seemed like overkill. You wanted him to think that you were nice, not a kiss ass. Then again, you needed to fix the horrible impression you had no doubt left him with earlier. He breezed out of the room the second that he was finished with the meeting, seemingly in a hurry to rid himself of the crowded room. Jeff was nowhere to be seen, but he had sent you an email earlier stating that he might be late coming back from lunch. His wife was out of town and their beloved cat, Mr Samson, hadn’t been eating well over the last week. You stood up, addressing the room with a bright smile. 

“Alright everyone, Jeff is going to be busy for the rest of the day, meaning you’ll either report directly to me or Mr Butler. Jenna? Can you drop by my cubicle before you leave today? I’ve got that Henderson file for you.” The blonde nodded, lazily joining the crowd as they dispersed out of the room. For a second you stood at the head of the long table, your eyes nervously darting back over to Sophia. 

“Thank god I work the payroll. I’d probably have a heart attack if I had to talk to Austin every day.” She mumbled, pretending to fan herself. 

You grabbed the plant off of the table, straightening out your shoulders as you walked over towards the door. “Well- let’s just hope that I didn’t fuck it up already. The last thing I need is for the guy to hate me.” 

You waved your goodbyes before heading straight towards the once unoccupied office. There were a few boxes on the floor, but there weren’t any decorations up yet. No pictures of wives or children, which you hoped meant that he was single. Not like you wanted to date him. . . just ogle from afar. You knocked on the open door, ducking your head in to shoot him one of your dazzling smiles. It usually worked on everyone. Almost everyone. Austin didn’t smile back. 

Your heart rate began to pick up as you held the plant up, giving it a gentle shake before placing it on the edge of his spotless desk. 

“It’s a little bit ironic, but I bought this for you. Consider it a welcome gift from me and my team.” Before he could say anything else, you were already digging into your purse, handing over the card too. 

He slowly took it from you, shooting you an incredulous look before opening it. You weren’t sure why. . . but his standoffish attitude was rubbing you the wrong way. Maybe it was the fact that he was outwardly perfect. You should have expected him to be rude. Pretty people are often rotten on the inside. You cleared your throat, pointing at the card. 

“Just a few words of encouragement. I thought it might make you feel a little more comfortable around all of these new faces. If you ever nee-” 

And then he did it. Did this thing. 

He sighed. He sighed like you were bothering him. Like your presence was a nuisance. Your face fell, your teeth clenched, and all at once you decided that you couldn’t stand Austin Butler. He was blowing you off. Shrugging off your kind gestures. Your unnecessarily kind gestures. Your hands balled up into fists at your sides as you tried to fight off the urge to slap the glasses right off of his pretty-boy face. 

“I’m not trying to be rude, but I’m really busy at the moment.” He was cool guying you. He was totally fucking cool guying you right now. 

“Oh,” Your voice had lowered an octave, shaking with anger. He seemed to notice, his eyes quickly flickering up to meet your face. “I can see that I came at the wrong time.”

You started to walk out of the office, flinching back slightly as you saw Jeff headed towards you with a bright smile. You were heatedly walking off in the direction of your cubicle before the older man could say anything to you. 

It was decided. Set in stone. 

You hated Austin Butler with a passion. 

“Well, what was that about?” Jeff closed the door behind him, nodding off in the direction of the female. 

Austin read over the name again and again, signed in her adorable handwriting. He let out another sigh, tossing the card down onto his desk before he covered his face with his hands. 

“I don’t know. I panicked. Shit, now she thinks I’m an asshole.” His office chair creaked as he leaned back, praying that the floor would swallow him up. 

He had been so overwhelmed in the meeting. He probably came off as cold, which was exactly what he didn’t want to do. His anxiety had gotten the best of him today, and you were proof. Because he had seen you in the hall before you bumped into him. He could have prevented all of that from happening. And how could he not see you? He had been so focused on your button up blouse and form fitting pencil skirt that he had forgotten how to function. And then he learns that not only are you working on the same floor, but working directly under him. Meaning that he would have to talk to you. Every day. Austin didn’t do crushes. He was a workaholic. He was the king of heating up leftovers and eating alone every night. He was too busy for relationships, so it shouldn’t matter that the prettiest girl he had ever seen was just a stone's throw away from him. Right? Right? 

“Well, you’re screwed now.” Jeff smiled smugly, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back against the door. 

Austin’s heart jumped up to his throat, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form a sentence. He looked like an idiot. 

“W-What do you mean? I’m screwed? Do you think she hates me? Already?” 

Jeff opened the door a crack, peeking his head out. Austin was quick to stand up from his desk, joining him by the door. And there you were, tossing your purse onto your desk like the inanimate object had personally offended you. He had the perfect view of you from his office. He was doomed. Jeff watched her for a few more seconds before clicking his tongue. 

“. . . Oh, definitely.” 

Austin tore the glasses off of his face, tossing them down onto his desk so that he could rub at his eyes exasperatedly. 

“How do I fix it? God. . . Should I go out there right now?” Austin motioned towards the door with one hand, loosening his tie with the other. It felt like it was choking him. 

“Take her out on a date.” Jeff was smiling smugly again, shaking his head in pretend disapproval. “I can’t believe you already offended the most hot headed female that I’ve ever met. I was gone for an hour.” 

Austin sucked in a breath, his knees buckling underneath him. He had to lean against the desk for support. “I’m not going to take her on a date. I’m her boss, Jeff.” The younger male practically gasped. 

Jeff opened the door, leaving the boy with some parting words.  “I wasn’t born yesterday, Butler. I give it. . . six months. You’ll see.”

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[gaybananabread]

How about Day 30 with Lee!Mystery Twins and Ler!Stan Twins (gravity falls) as a game of hide and seek! I think it’d be super cute!

TickleTober Day 30 - Caught

AAAAA I’M DONE WITH TICKLETOBER!! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This was a fun way to cap off the event, tapping into my roots! I’m so tired, and it’s definitely gonna be nice to not write over 1k word fics daily. I absolutely adored the event though, it really challenged me as a writer! ANYways, sorry for blabbing on, and I hope everyone stays safe tonight and that you Enjoy!

Lees: Mabel, Dipper

Lers: Stan, Ford

Summary: The Pines family are having an "intense" game of Hide-and-Seek to determine who gets to decorate the Mystery Shack for Halloween. There's an interesting set of rules, with a ticklish twist for whoever gets caught.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

"Dipper, be quiet!"

Mabel whisper-shouted at her brother, sinking further into the pile of stuffed animals. It was the fiercest competition of the century, and she intended to win it.

What had her so determined, you ask? The annual Pines Hide-and-Seek Championship. Well, it was the first year they were doing it, but the technically-teen was going to make sure it carried on.

Downstairs, her Grunkles combed through the house, searching for their great-grand niece and nephew. The Grunkles had half an hour to find them. There was a twist the older men had added, just to make the game more fun. If caught, the kids would be tickled. They didn't really specify a time, figuring it would be best to play things by ear. 

The mystery twins gave no argument. They were determined to win, though the sweater-loving girl was definitely taking things more seriously. For Mabel, that's saying something.

Mabel, being serious? What was so great that she would forgo her usual silliness? Well, something she greatly desired; the winner, whoever they may be, got to dictate the Halloween decorations for the whole Mystery Shack. As long as it was within the budget, anything went.

She was determined to make it the most sparkly, retro, in-your-face crazy Halloween party ever. That meant she had to win. 

Stan rooted through cabinets, looked in couch cushions, even went as far as looking in the outskirts of the woods. He was putting off checking the attic, figuring the kids would be smarter than that. Mabel was always goofy, it wasn’t hard to think her hiding spot would be as well.

Using a gadget, Ford scanned the first floor of the Shack. It was supposed to detect the joy and wonder a child gave off, though he was pretty sure he calibrated something wrong. Still, he searched, hoping it would at least give him some edge. He didn’t want his home covered in glitter, or so scary that even the goat would have nightmares. If Dipper won…well, he wouldn’t actually mind that, but it was the principle of it.

Dipper was hiding up in the rafters, having used Mabel’s grappling hook to secure the spot. They hid together, figuring whoever got caught first could fend for themself. Mabel was rather proud of hers; it was simple enough that they probably wouldn’t look, yet small enough to where she could barely fit, to dissuade her Grunkles. It was pretty perfect.

After twenty minutes of fruitless searching, both old men went up the creaky attic stairs. The twins held their breath, knowing it would be moments before one of them was caught. The door opened, painfully slow, as the pair entered the make-shift bedroom. They could hear the end of Stan’s conversation as he peeked in the closet. “...it’s one of the only spots we haven’t checked, Sixer. One of them’s gotta be here.”

Ford entered a second later, checking under their beds. He was so close that Mabel went completely stiff, refusing to even blink before he stood up. “Those kids are good, I’ll give ‘em that. They’ve got your sneaky skills.” He got a pillow thrown at his head by a chuckling Stan. “Sure, sure. But they’ve got your smarts. I would’ve hid in a closet or somethin’.”

They were so nonchalant about the way they searched for the younger twins. It was like they thought it was a game. Well, everybody but Mabel thought it was.

Dipper looked at Stan, noticing how close he was getting to finding Mabel. He really didn't wanna be the first one caught, but he knew how badly his sister wanted to win. Sighing, he faked a cough, calling the attention of his Grunkles up. The things he did for her…

In seconds, two rough hands wrapped around his waist, yanking him down from his hiding place. “Gotcha!” Dipper barely had enough time to register that he was in Stan’s lap before five clawing fingers dug into his stomach. “G-GRUHUNKLE STAHAHAN!”

Ford chuckled, getting his fun in as well. He scribbled on and under the boy’s knees, all six digits doing something to get him laughing. It was unfairly ticklish. He almost regretted taking the L for Mabel. Almost.

“Hey Dippy, I got a deal for ya. If you tell us where your sister is, we’ll stop.” Oh, those cheaters! Mabel watched with wide eyes and Stan vibrated his clawing fingers into Dipper’s tum, keeping his arms above his head. She knew her brother had thrown his chance for her, but he still had to outlast the old men.

He wriggled and twisted in their arms, refusing to give in so easily; he wasn’t about to lose for nothing. “I- IHI CAHAHAN’T!” Ford snickered, squeezing his knees a bit more vigorously for emphasis. “Oh, but you can. Just say, ‘Oh, Mabel is hiding…’ and then you say it. It’s just that easy.”

So unfair… Dipper whined through his laughter, kicking as much as he could. Maybe a time limit on the tickles would have been a good idea… His Grunkles were obviously enjoying themselves, matching smirks on each of their faces. He didn’t hate it, per say, but it was much harder to stay sane when all three of them could see his reactions. 

It was…actually really nice of him to do that for her. Mabel would have to let Dipper DJ for the party. Waddles might be a little upset, but she was sure her pink companion would prefer snack table duty. 

Stan got a little impatient, deciding to be evil. He moved his bony fingers up to the boy’s armpit, digging into his hollows. Dipper let out a squeal that would put Waddles to shame. “NYAAAAHAHA! STAHAN! NOHO- *snrk* NOHOT THEHEHERE!”

Oooh, he went for Dipper’s bad spot. Mabel bit her lip as she watched her brother’s destruction: Ford teasing his knees while Stan went to town on his pits. She wouldn’t blame him if he gave her up, but dang it, she really wanted to win.

Right as Dipper was about to crack, the Nyan Cat theme song went off. Ford’s phone buzzed in his pocket, signaling that their half-hour was up. Mabel had won!

The girl sprung up from her mound of stuffed animals, startling both of her Grunkles. “HA! I won! Stan, go grab the basement key, I’m gonna make it rain glitter and gummy bears!”

Ford laughed, releasing Dipper’s legs as he watched his grand-niece celebrate. Stan sighed, setting the boy down on the carpet to curl into himself. “Okay, okay, ya won! Don’t need to rub it in, ya snot.”

 She chuckled, moving to hug her giggling brother. “Thanks for taking the loss, bro-bro. I officially crown you Head DJ.” He pumped a weak fist into the air, still giggling away the phantom sensations. Stan shooed her away, placing Dipper in his brother’s arms.

“You go get the dork some water. I’ll handle our winner.” Ford nodded, carrying the exhausted Dipper down the attic stairs. Stan cracked his knuckles before scooping Mabel up in his arms, holding her against his chest. “Congrats, ya snot. Here’s my favorite part of your reward…” 

He squeezed her side, making the sweater lover burst into bubbly giggles. She twisted and squirmed, eyes growing wide. “B-buhut Gruhuhunkle Stahan! Ihi wohohohon!”

He snorted, moving up to tease her ribs. “You did, yeah. Your brother got the worst of it; I’ll go a bit easier on ya. Congrats, you goober.” She whined, protests already forming on her tongue. “Thahat ihisn’t fahair! Sohore loser!”

Stan scratched and scribbled between each bone, acting as if it was just a normal conversation. “It’s totally fair. I don’t remember there being a rule against tickling the winner.” She scrunched up her nose, mock-glaring at him. “Thahat- youhu- uhuhugh!”  

It was adorable to see his relatives’ reactions. He loved to hear their laughs, see them smile, make them forget about the crazy lives they’d led for just a second. The whole “Weirdmageddon” fiasco had done a bit of damage. Stan took any chance he could get to make them feel like regular kids again. Dipper had already gotten his go; now it was Mabel’s turn.

“B-buhuhut- HEHEHEY! NOHOT THE PIHIHIHITS!” He poked her armpit, making the girl squeal. “It’s cute how you two share everything. Makes tickling the snot out of ya a whole lot easier.” It was gonna be a long day…

[genderliquid-witch]

What are the Bad Kids' favourite Death Grips projects? (Fantasy High)

I've been having a blast watching Fantasy High: Junior Year, and I have also been relistening to a lot of Death Grips' discography. So, like I do with most of the fandoms I'm in, I'm going to guess what I think each of the Bad Kids' favourite Death Grips project would be. I will give reasoning for each one, but be warned that they are almost completely arbitrary.

Adaine Abernant: n-ggas on the moon

While on one hand I feel like Adaine would find some of the band's heavier albums a bit startling, I think she'd love n-ggas on the moon. It's got this whimsical atmosphere that I think a wizard would really vibe with, and I can see drunk Adaine wilding out to the more high energy tracks like Have A Sad Cum BB and Billy Not Really. Not to mention she'd have a great time deciphering what are arguably Death Grips' most cryptic and mysterious lyrics. This is a party wizard album for sure.

Fabian Aramais Seacaster: Fashion Week

As we all know, Fabian indulges in the finer things in life, and I think his taste in experimental Sacramento-based hip hop would be no different. Fashion Week is the closest Death Grips has ever come to luxury and I'm sure that would attract a young Seacaster. He's totally the type to brag about how refined his taste in music is, evident by how he chooses one of the band's more obscure, instrumental projects over the mainstream slop that is The Money Store. As for the music itself, I feel it's perfect for some wild interpretive dance, and I think Fabian would agree. I can already picture him doing some crazy sheet dance to Runway E.

Fig Faeth: Jenny Death

Jenny Death is the heaviest album in Death Grips' discography, almost acting as fully fledged psychedelic, punk metal album, so I can't imagine why Fig wouldn't adore it. The loud, abrasive guitars, the hypnotic production, the drums that practically punch your ears; it all just screams Fig to me! I mean when I saw the band live the songs from Jenny Death were easily the ones that caused the crowd to go completely wild, and we all know Fig loves a wild crowd. Even the names of the songs are perfect for her: I Break Mirrors With My Face In the United States, Centuries of Damn, Beyond Alive, and The Powers That B all sound like they came right from the Archdevil's own mind.

Also yes, I'm aware I missed an opportunity to assign her Bottomless Pit, but these are the sacrifices I make for accuracy.

Gorgug Thistlespring: Exmilitary

For a barbarian drummer, I can see no better fit than the band's debut mixtape, Exmilitary. This mixtape is so raw and primal, I mean the drums sound like war drums. We already know that Gorgug loves heavy, intense music, so I think he'd totally rock with this. I also think that the tape's unique, grinding production would appeal to his artificer side; it's a perfect mix of rage and technology, and I can imagine him blasting something like Takyon or Guillotine as he hacks through some enemies.

Kristen Applebees: Government Plates

For someone who's constantly riddled with feelings of doubt and confusion while also maintaining a general aura of weirdness (affectionate), I think Government Plates is a good pick for Kristen. It's the kind of album that you have to sit down and listen to a couple times before you really vibe with it; it doesn't want to be understood, but that doesn't mean you should stop trying! Not to mention the pure emotional intensity of tracks like You Might Think He Loves You... (I'm not writing the full title.), Two Heavens, and Bootleg (Don't Need Your Help) suit Kristen very well imo. An underappreciated album for an underappreciated character.

Riz Gukgak: No Love Deep Web

And for everyone's favourite little weirdo is what I consider Death Grips' certified weirdo album (They're all weirdo albums, but this one especially so). Though my reason for choosing No Love Deep Web as Riz's favourite Death Grips project isn't because of the music itself, but rather the history surrounding this album. If you didn't know, this album was released through a secret Alternate Reality Game on the deep web where fans had to solve incredibly cryptic puzzles over a few days in order to gain access to a link that allowed them to torrent the album, and I think that Riz would be all over that shit; I can imagine him setting up a little cork board with all of the clues and whatnot strung up. I don't even know if he'd even like the music, I think he's just invested in the mystery!

[hailkingphantom]

Danny was bored.

After centuries being the ghost king, he is already used to his responsibilities and all the perks of being the ruler of dead

So, he didn't have nothing to do

Until he learns some interesting things

Now, he can know when someone will die or if someone cheat the dead, someone of every place, every time and every universe.

Rep it. EVERY UNIVERSE

So when he has enough time he travel around the multiverse (sometimes with Dani) and search this Death cheaters. Tend to be interesting people

Like Lars of that universe of alien gems, the technology was CRAZY or Ash in that world filled with pokemons, they were ADORABLE

Then, there is the universe with the bats, that constipate emotional family what needs more love (and hugs, you never have enough hugs). There was when he decides to ghost they (heh. ghost)

He help the little bruce and the big bad bat bruce, confort dick, help alfred cooking the diner, guide bruce early to tim, duke, cass and damian

He never show his face, or say his name, least his status as the ghost king

Thus, they never expect to hear a familiar voice when he was summoned by a bunch of cultists

" aghh.. I hate being summoned.." I mumble

"Listen well! I'm your new owner and master, you going to tell me the identidy of all the bats and bring them to me! "

I ignore him and went to the scared civilians, " you'll be fine, sorry for this mess. The cults tend to be sooo dramatic"

I saw how the people calm down and started to untie them

Crash!

Batman and all the bats appear

"That was fast! Now, bring them to me!" He really still thinks that I under his control?

Such an idiot.

" Arms in your head-! What the hell?"

he saw the bunch of children that he begins to consider friends (family) and turn my head to Batman

"Yo! Bruce. Guys"

"CASPER!!!", Jason yell. All had wide eyes and some open jaws. And he couldn't help it

He burst in laugh

[lokisprettygirl]

Friendzoned ( Loki x Female Reader) (Fluff)

Summary: Loki friendzoned you soon after meeting you but not for the reasons you think.

Warning: Mention of trauma

Note : this is so short , almost a drabble but I had a vivid dream and wrote while it was fresh in my mind.

You and Loki have been friends since he got here, on earth you meant. Or Midgard as he liked to call it, it was weird meeting him the first time, you instantly had a crush on him and he? Well he friendzoned you after four weeks of knowing you, in those four weeks you really thought he was into you as you both flirted with each other all the time but he wasn't. You were thanking all your stars, so glad that he didn't know of your crush on him at the time, it has bloomed way past that now.

"How many feasts tinman must have Little darling?" He huffed as you tried to match the foundation to his pale skin, he always called you little darling, but then he also friendzoned the little darling. 

"You must be tired of fixing my face all the time love" he asked you and you shook your head. 

"I do it for everyone, do you know how many times Steve and Bucky had come to me to fix their busted faces? They both heal superfast though, they only call me when it's urgent you know " you bit on your lips after you were done blabbering. You always did that whenever you focused on something. 

"Must feel like a fortune to possess a power so valuable, though it's not natural for them" you smiled as you concealed the bruises he had on his face. Loki could heal really well, superfast even but when he saw you fixing Captain's face for the first time he wanted you to do it for him, and then he never could stop, this was the closest he got to having you in his proximity. 

"Stay still" you mumbled as you leaned down to work on his face, the dress you wore for the party showed enough cleavage. Why were you doing this to him?

"Yes madam" you smiled and powdered his face, contrary to popular belief Loki's face tends to lean on the oily side, which he claimed was because of the polluted environment of midgard. Lie 

"Why do you always use this dust on my face? What's the use of it?"  he questioned and you chuckled.

"To prevent your face from oiling up, it's a powder, not a dust" you told him and he rolled his eyes in a playful way and then a lightbulb flicked in his head.

"Ahhh that's what they mean when they say they're going to powder their noses, I thought it was an euphemism for touching yourself" you chuckled as he said that. God why did he have to be hot as the sun, taller than a building and then be humorous at the same time. You hated him. No you didn't, you loved him. Alot.

"Fun fact, in the 18th century wealthy people used to powder their wigs to stand out, it was a sign of ..well wealth and royalty and then women picked it up too. That's where the concept of powder rooms emerged from, at royal parties these wealthy snobs needed a space to you know powder their wigs again because God forbid they're looking one percent less wealthier than they were, later when makeup became popular women started using that term you said instead because nobody powders their wigs anymore" he had a small smile on his face as you continued to blab mindlessly.

"Have you always been like this little darling?" 

"Like what ? You mumbled as you plucked an extra hair from his bushy brow.

"So adorable and so smart" your face flushed at the compliment, the fucker seemed to enjoy doing that often. 

"Noooo I just watch a lot of history tv in my free time" you mumbled and he sighed. Tell her tell her tell her. 

"Well all set for your next conquest my lord..go crazy" you held a small mirror in front of his face and he didn't have to look at it to know what a great job you did. You always fixed him well.

But that's what you hated the most, watching a flock of women around him at the parties and then him taking one of them to his room. 

"Thank you darling, I always appreciate it" 

At the party he had a fan named Linda, she was gatekeeping him, she didn't allow any other woman to even buzz around him.

"Mmm your makeup is looking patchy, let me fix it hon" Linda was about to touch his cheek when he glared at her, 

"Touch that makeup and I'll throw you off the building" 

You watched him interacting with Linda from afar sighing as you sipped on your drink. Thor walked towards you as he noticed your eyes on his brother and sat down on the couch next to you.

"It's funny how he keeps doing that" you shrugged as he said that 

"Funny what? I mean his body, his rules, he can do whatever he wants, whoever he wants, we shouldn't judge him for that" you nodded as you finished your sentence, taking pride in standing up for your friend when deep down you wanted to bitch about how whorish he was.

"That? Ohhh no that's not what I mean" your eyebrows raised so you looked at him.

"Hmm now I'm more curious than George could ever dream of" 

"George?" He asked you and you closed your eyes to stop them from rolling back in your head.

"It's just.. nevermind. What did you mean?"

"The whole fake bruises and asking you to fix his face?" Thor smirked and your eyes widened,

"WHAT DO YOU MEANN?" You screamed at him and he chuckled

"You know his Frost Giant genes allow him to heal instantly right? By the time he gets back from mission to the tower, he's healed" 

Your eyes widened so much Thor felt as if it would pop out, so he got up swiftly and left you to dwell on it. You stood up and stormed towards Loki, Linda glared at you and you glared back at her, she backed off immediately.

"Can we talk?" You looked at Loki and he got worried. What did he do? He had tried his best to not fuck this up with you. He can't lose you. 

"Yeah I– " you cut him mid sentence as you grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the lounge then you took him to the lobby, 

"Darling what's wrong?" He stopped you halting your movement to flip you towards him 

"Why did you lie to me?" His eyes teared up as you said that.

"About what?" 

"About bruises and the makeup , you heal don't you?" you crossed your arms and he squeezed his eyes.

"Yes I do" 

"Soo what was all that huh? Is this fun for you?" Your eyes teared up and he shook his head.

"I wasn't trying to mock you darling" he said and you noticed his eyes were teary 

"What is it lo?" 

"I love you" he mumbled and you looked at him to see the signs of any mischief brewing on his features but he seemed sincere. You weren't expecting him to just utter those words like that.

"Whatt??? I mean I love you but what?" 

"You what?" 

"What?" 

You stared at each other, did you really love him? He was so confused and then he sighed.

"I fuck up okay, that's what I do, that's what I always do, it drives them away when they get too close to me" you placed your hands on his upper arms and gave him a little squeeze to comfort him.

"Why would you say that hmm?" You asked him and he looked down,

"I get nightmares when I sleep, it's more often to happen then not happen, terrible terrible nightmares. I get angry sometimes though I'd never hurt anyone that I love and care about but I do tend to get distant. I still have not come to terms with my heritage and I do not know when I will, I am damaged darling, so damaged and from a distance you may perceive me as the mischievous carefree man you have come to know of but that's not who I am" you wrapped your arms around his neck as soon as he finished his words. He continued to speak as he knew he couldn't hide his feelings anymore,

"When I met you I was taken away by your calming aura around me, it was different and I couldn't lose you darling, i needed you in my life so I figured that our friendship would not complicate us, I just thought I wouldn't have to lose you too if you were merely a friend of mine, I love you and I care about you too much to lose as just another romance, I'd rather have you in my life as a friend even if it kills me than not have you at all " 

Your pulled away to look at him and your eyes teared up, as it dropped down on your cheek he wiped them with his thumb,

"But you want to romance me?" He chuckled as you said that.

"Very much so, I dream of it all the time" 

"Well then you need to give us a chance because watching you spend your time with countless other people hurts me more than you ever could do. Your problems and trauma won't drive me away lo, I'd never run to the other side, I'd hold your hand instead and help you get through it..I love you, I have since I got to know you" he hugged you tightly as you finished your words. Maybe he won't lose you too once the facade is ripped off and he's bare and vulnerable. 

"It wasnt easy for me either. I'm just afraid" you got on your tiptoes and kissed his forehead.

"I love you, never forget" he kissed your forehead as you said that and he was about to kiss you when Steve called him.

"The phone is given to you for a reason, Stark wants to see you" he said to Loki and loki stepped away from you. 

"I'll see you soon little darling, I love you" he mumbled and you smiled, your heart kept beating so fast because of what just happened and anticipation of what was about to happen. You squealed and did a little dance when he got out of your sight, a few minutes later you received a text from him and that made you run to your bedroom

"Can't wait to ruin our friendship a little more tonight ;)" 

[quitealotofsodapop]

Wukong would probably sense a familiar magical signature hanging around him for a few days after Macaque is revived, but thinks he must be crazy. There's no way his mate could be back, and even if he was, why would he come to FFM!? He had to be delusional to think that shadow under the tree looked vaguely like a monkey!

Then Macaque, who'd been watching his mate for the past few days and trying to comprehend the sight of Wukong and damnit he is literally glowing and even more beautiful in that casual hanfu, and accidentallybreaks a twig or something.

And you can bet the group is gonna up and ready to protect their monkey. At first, they might try to foolishly stand between the stranger and Wukong while Mei and Redson are told to run and get "Auntie Ironfan/Mommy." It doesn't work, Macaque easily slips past them and gets uncomfortably close to Wukong, grabbing his wrist, and just stops. Staring at Wukong's midsection.

Macaque isn't stupid, the sight of the swollen stomach coupled with rumors of Wukong having an heir paint a pretty clear picture. His mate was pregnant. His Mate was Pregnant!!

Wukong is too stunned at the sudden appearance of his dead mate to react, eyes wide in disbelief as he stares into Macaques own singular one, the other a pale white color with a scar over its brow. At first he thinks he might be delusional, but then his Moonlight grabs him and there's no denying that it's him. It's really, truly him, even looking through the eyes of truth can tell him that. And... he's staring at the baby bump!? Wait, why is he reaching out to touch!

There's a second claw mark to go with the scarf over the eye. This time, it was only a deep cut on the cheek. Macaque just blinks a few times and laughs. That's his fiesty Sunshine, alright!

It's about then Ironfan comes in

Referencing this post about Macaque in the Century Stone Egg Au.

I adore the thought of Macaque being so in love/delighted that he doesn't even care that Wukong was willing to scratch his face up again. His bad.

I love the way you describe Mac's observing, Wukong sensing him days beforehand, Mac's realisation, and ofc Wukong's appearance. Its so prettily written!

[jake-g-lockley]

Coffee Danger (Poe Dameron x gn!reader)

Masterlist | Playlist 

Word Count: 644 words 

Warnings: Nothing, its fluff hehe

Your best friend Poe Dameron probably could not live without coffee. Saying that he was addicted was quite the understatement of the century. Not many people get the chance to see him without coffee because a Poe without coffee is a dangerous Poe. He could sometimes be scarier than a Sith if you had ever crossed paths with him before he had his morning coffee.

From the day you met the Black Leader, you had officially become his personal coffee maker. When the both of you started sharing quarters, Poe found out that you would brew your own coffee. The first time time Poe took a whiff of it, he instantly fell in love with the way you made it. Not only that, a little secret that kept Poe going every day was the fact that he started falling in love with you, with and without your insane coffee making skills. 

You don't mind making Poe coffee early every morning as long as he does not give you a dose of his bad mood. You would quietly brew the coffee about half an hour before he would wake and you would set a hot cup of it on his bedside table, running off to the freshers to get ready for your day. 

Unfortunately for you and the rest of the Resistance, one day came the time when you ran out of your special coffee bean mix. A part of you was glad that you had ran out, because Poe had to be taught a lesson. 

Poe did not take the news lightly. Besides that, the stubborn pilot refused to drink any other coffee or caffeinated drinks that was provided in the cantina, despite your protests and pleas. He also made sure that he made this little problem everyone’s problem. 

You kept your usual demeanour but in reality, it hurt to see him suffer from the effects of the withdrawal and slowly go stir crazy from the lack of caffeine. You felt like you were slowly losing your Poe to something absolutely reversable. 

It didn’t take long for shit to hit the fan. 

 “I’ll literally go anywhere to find those beans.” Poe threatened, stepping into his flight suit. 

You stood blocking the door, not believing how this small issue escalated into something so complicated. 

“Poe, please, you can just drink the coffee here.” You pleaded, shaking your head as he zipped up his flight suit. 

You placed your hands on his chest to stop him from moving. You couldn’t help but notice how adorable he is when he is stressed out. His curls were flying everywhere like a mad man and his cheeks had a hint of pink on them, making him almost glow like a little angel.

“Y/N, you don’t understand, I-” Poe started but something snapped in you.

“Oh shut up, you big idiot.” 

You pulled his flight suit, taking him by surprise, smashing your lips to his in a furious kiss. You have had enough of Poe’s coffee rants. 

You just wanted some peace. 

And you also just really wanted to kiss Poe Dameron. 

You kissed Poe until you were suffocated by him. You only pulled away when the lack of oxygen to your brain started making you woozy.  Poe looked at you as he pulled slightly, his soft brown eyes wide with shock.  

“There, do you want that or do you still want your coffee?” you took a leap and teased him about it, frowning at him.

 “That was better than any fucking coffee I've ever had.” Poe breathed, scanning your face. 

A smile erupted in your face, and Poe mirrored it, making your heart melt into mush. He bit his lip and the blush deepened on his cheeks.

“Can I tell you something?” He whispered, taking your hand.

You nodded, encouraging him to go on.

“Part of me might be addicted to coffee, but part of me is addicted to you making me coffee every morning. I love nothing more than watching you dance around the kitchen every morning, not making a single sound so that I could get that little extra sleep.” Poe bashfully said, looking at you from under his lashes.

You laughed and tucked a stray curl back to its usual spot, tracing every inch of Poe's face with your eyes before kissing his cheek. 

“Now, don’t you dare get addicted to this Commander Dameron.” You punched him square in the chest.

“Oh don’t mind if I do.” He chuckled as he leaned in for another kiss.

Tagging: @ahookedheroespureheart @mintpurplemnm @brekkers-desigirl

[natimiles]

Come a Little Closer | Chapter 1

Summary: You’ve settled into life at the mansion, forming a tight sibling-like bond with Mozart and embracing your new family. However, as you start dating Arthur, Mozart’s protective instincts go into overdrive. MC's arrival provides the perfect opportunity, and you decide to set Mozart up with her to put an end to his glares and pettiness towards Arthur.

Words: 2083

Pairs: gn!reader/Arthur; f!MC/Mozart

Tags: swearing; drinking; spoilers from Mozart’s and Arthur’s route, mixed in one big bowl of salad; lots of pet names (because I love it); MC is the one in-game, but different story for her arrival; sfw. Also: Mozart being petty; reader and Arthur being adorable and chaotic; suggestive scenes because we have Arthot as one of the main characters; Arthur simps hard over you.

Notes: since we have MC and reader, and I didn’t want to give them a name: YN = reader; MC = the in-game. Kinda obvious, but anyway.

When you arrived at the mansion, your life turned upside down. At first, everything was awkward, from being in the 19th century to meeting historical figures that were now vampires — and that were nothing like you expected, like Jean. Then, bit by bit, you warmed up to them and them to you. Even though you were closer to Mozart and considered him your older brother, you felt like the whole mansion was one big family now. Everybody was friendly to you, and even Jean and Isaac grew accustomed to your presence and actually talked to you sometimes.

What you didn’t expect though, was to grow closer to Arthur.

He was a playboy, flirting and trying to touch you every possible time. It drove Mozart crazy, he'd spend a good 2 hours grimacing in disapproval and bad-mouthing the writer. Well, Arthur tried to bite you in your first month in the mansion, so you can’t really blame your brother for being wary of the writer. But it’d been a while since you arrived at the mansion, and he didn’t try it again. He was still flirty, but he was really nice to you.

Except when his ‘perv mood’, as some residents called, talked louder and you got really annoyed. Not about the flirt itself, but because you knew it was meaningless.

But it all changed one morning when you went to his bedroom to deliver his breakfast because he said he was too busy with his manuscript. As soon as you opened the door, his face formed that smirk and he began flirting with you; he thought you’d roll your eyes, playfully threaten to call Mozart, or even ignore him, since that’s what you usually did. However, you weren’t in a good mood that day, and it was too early in the morning for him to start with his offers to bite you and make you experience pure ecstasy. You decided to try something to shut him up.

You placed the tray on his coffee table and approached him. “Say, luv,” you said in a purr, emphasizing the pet name. You placed one hand on his desk and another on the back of his chair, bringing yourself to eye level with him. “If I were to accept your offer… How would it be?”

“What?” His eyes widened. 

“Care to tell me how good you’d make me feel?” You slowly measured him up and down. “And don’t leave the details out, I wanna have something to daydream about at night, when I think about your fangs on my… body.” You bit your lip, shooting him the best sultry smile you could.

“I-I…” You could almost see his brain short circuiting. He blinked several times, opening and closing his mouth, but nothing came out. He didn’t understand what was going on. That’s not how you used to react! Seeing you up close and this bold made him nervous, for some reason he didn’t understand at the time.

“Mmmm, that’s what I thought.” You raised a brow and chuckled, standing up. “Don’t bite more than you can chew, luv,” you emphasized the pet name again and his heart skipped a beat. “Try again when you know the answer.” You winked and left the room, leaving a stunned Arthur behind.

He didn't need to know that your legs had nearly buckled when you closed his door, forcing you to lean against the wall to prevent a potential fall in the middle of the hallway. You'd had enough of his attitude, but you couldn't deny he was attractive. Surprisingly, it seemed to work as he fell silent. You just hoped it would last.

It didn’t take Arthur more than two days to name what he felt when you cornered him in his room, but it took him some time to convince himself that he should say something. He tried to avoid you whenever he could, as if you were the plague. And when he couldn't leave the room before you saw him, he'd just put on a fake smile. What was he supposed to do, anyway? He was a mess; he tried to drown his insecurities with a different skirt every other night; a failing doctor and…

“Fuck sake,” Theo cut his rambling by hitting his head so hard that the writer feared he might need to stay up all night, watching for signs of a concussion. They were drinking and playing in the parlor in the mansion when Arthur began to sulk. “I thought you were smarter than this. Or do you just like playing dumb and getting hit in the head? I can do that again to see if your brain starts functioning properly.” He lifted his hand to make a point.

“I don’t,” Arthur said with a pout, his eyes narrowed. “I just think…”

“No, you don’t. Right now, you’re not thinking. If you were, you’d see it’s clear as the fucking day how there’s some kind of tension between you two. And not just because you’re running away like an asshole, it was there even before. You just don’t want to open your fucking eyes and see.” Then he began to curse in dutch.

Stunned for the second time in the same month, Arthur just listened as his friend scolded him for being an idiot. They called it a night soon and he went to his room, sighing the whole way and trying to figure out how he’d speak to you. He was never like this; he never felt this insecure about someone before. Maybe Mozart glaring at him everytime he tried to even look your way helped his anxiety, or maybe he still couldn’t get your words out of his head. Maybe he still thought he didn’t deserve you… Well, he’d have to try.

The heavens liked to help him sometimes and he finally got the chance to approach a couple days later. You were thankfully alone hanging the washed sheets in the sun; your overprotective brother wasn’t around and he could talk to you in private. He’d have to be fast though, he couldn’t risk Mozart seeing him and ruining everything.

“Hey, YN,” he called, and you turned, startled. You hadn't noticed him approaching until he was just an arm's length away. “Do you have a moment?”

“O-oh, hey…” You tried to smile, but it looked strained. You couldn't stop thinking about the last time you talked to him. You coughed to try and hide your embarrassment. “Y-yes, um, is there something you need?”

“I’d like us to talk about our last conversation,” he said and your eyes widened, thinking he was there to do what you asked. “It’s not what you’re thinking.” He chuckled. It was amusing how he could tell from your fidgety body language what was running through your mind. Oh, his urge to tease you was fighting to be released, but he’d hold his tongue for now.

“Ok… What is it then?”

“I thought about a lot of things, and I’m not kidding it was a lot of things… And, well… You know I’m not going downtown with Theo anymore,” he said, a mixture of statement and question, praying that you’d noticed the change in his demeanor. 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Theo pointed it out to me and mentioned that you were trying to be a decent person, for some reason.”

“Of course he did.” He forced a chuckle and ran his hands through his hair. “I guess there’s no better way to say it, so… I like you.”

There was a good 10 seconds of silence and you didn’t move or blink or react in any way, except if he considered your widening even more as a reaction. Arthur was starting to get worried that he fucked everything up, somehow. 

“W-what?” Your voice trembled and you blinked several times. Arthur was not relieved that you finally said something. It wasn’t the reaction he had hoped for. “You… like me?” you asked, your voice filled with shock. He simply nodded. “Is that why you’re… Is that why Theo told me you stopped drinking with him and going after women downtown?”

“Well, I didn’t ask him to tell you anything, if that’s what you’re wondering. In fact, I told him not to say a thing,” he sighed and ran his hands through his hair again, and you followed his movements with your gaze. “But yes, I realized I like you, and you deserve someone decent and, you know, better than me; so I started trying to be a better person.”

“Avoiding me for almost three weeks?” You raised an eyebrow.

He laughed through his nose. “You won’t forget it, will you?” You shook your head, and he flashed a sheepish smile; that was a new side of him you hadn't seen before. “Sorry, I was... confused, trying to deal with some internal issues. But I’m here now, and I won’t run away or hide from you anymore. I’ll be proper, treat you with respect, and do my best to make you happy. Do you think you could find it in your heart to give me a chance and go out with me?”

“I-I…” Your throat felt dry. You gazed into his eyes for a few seconds and all you could see was honesty; for the first time, there wasn't a trace of teasing or flirting, only his genuine feelings. “Yes.” You managed to force your voice out.

And the smile that formed on his face was exceptionally beautiful. “Thank you. I promise not to make you regret it, luv.”

“You better not, luv.” You smiled back.

xxx

Mozart noticed something had happened to you, though he wasn’t sure what. All he could gather was that you seemed nervous. You spilled his drink all over the table during dinner, but his quick reflexes saved the glass. You faked a laugh at Dazai’s teasing of Isaac. And now, as he played his new composition, you weren’t paying attention; your gaze was fixed on the floor, and your mind appeared to be miles away.

He narrowed his eyes and stopped playing, turning his whole body in your direction. You didn’t realize he had stopped until he cleared his throat. Startled, you looked up with a smile on your face.

“A-ah, it’s really beautiful, Moz.”

“Is it, now?” He raised his eyebrow. “Wouldn’t it be better if you were actually listening?”

Your breath hitched and you looked guilty. Gripping your hands tightly on your lap, you suddenly found great interest in them. “Sorry.”

“What happened, YN? Did someone hurt you?” He asked, sounding worried. “Do you need me to-”

“Arthur asked me out,” you blurted and bit your lip.

“Ugh, the audacity of some… people, if we can even call him that,” he said, rolling his eyes and scoffing. “I swear that scoundrel knows no boundaries-”

“I said yes.”

Silence. 

“Was?” 

“I said yes.”

“I understood what you said,” he said, clearly astonished. “I’m just bewildered to learn that my sibling could be this foolish. Did you hit your head? Did he threaten you in some way?” He looked serious and genuinely concerned, as if he believed such a situation might have occurred.

“No, and no. He said he likes me and asked if I could give him a chance.”

“You do remember he tried to bite you before, right? On your first night here, just to scare you; and then outside the music room, thinking I romantically liked you and attempting to make me jealous. Do you recall all of that?”

“Yes,” you mumbled. “But I think he deserves a chance, Moz. And I kinda did something to him too, so I guess we’re even now.”

The colors drained off of his face. “What did you do, YN?”

“Don’t look at me like that; it’s nothing to be worried about.” You told him what happened that morning weeks ago, and he grimaced.

“You’re gonna be just another one and end up hurt.”

“I won’t. He seemed really sincere.”

“He might be lying to take advantage of you because of what you did.”

“I know he isn’t.”

“You’re really gullible sometimes.” He sighed.

“Mmm, maybe I am,” you said and shrugged. “But I’ll never know what could’ve been without trying, right?” He tried to say something, but you cut him short. “I know you’re my older brother, like really older," you laughed and he snorted. “And I love you, but I really want this. I’ve made my decision.”

“Worst decision ever made in your life.”

This idea came up while chatting with 🥀 anon. We were talking about Mozart and a sibling-reader dynamic, and we thought it would be funny if the reader started dating Arthur and they tried to set Mozart up with someone so he stops being overprotective and petty. And then I did a fucking fanfic about it. Bear with me.

If you think you’ve ever seen the scene with Arthur anywhere, you’re right! In Friends, Rachel does that to Joey and he just freaks out “I don’t wanna, I’m too scared”, HASIEHASUIEHAS.

Crossposted on AO3.

Masterlists

Read: Chapter 2

[animatorweirdo]

Mistletoes

Beleg x reader

(Sorry that this is a bit late. Thanks for my friend for helping with fixes.) 

Requested by anonymous

You have been trying to confess your love for ages, but nothing seems to work. Who thought it would only take one human boy and a yule tradition to get your feelings finally through your dense crush.

Warnings: some obvious pining, crushing, hopeless romance, mischievous Turin and finally getting caught under the mistletoe. 

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You and Beleg had been close since you were little elflings. You grew up together, played together, and became march wardens together. You were like two inseparable branches of the same tree, always together. You grew to know him in and out like he knew you, but for some reason, you have failed to confess your long-time feelings for him. 

It was frustrating. Beleg was one of the smartest ellons you knew, yet somehow he constantly missed the signs and hints that you were interested in him. No matter how obvious it was. 

You were one step away from writing it down for him. 

You even tried to be straightforward and tell him you were hopelessly in love with him, yet somehow people always need him for something, and he forgot to ask about it even when he promised to hear what you had to say. 

He didn’t get the hints, and people always needed him when you tried to confess. You even tried to employ princess Luthien’s help since she used to be your good friend, and even that ended up in embarrassment, with your confession left unsaid. 

It continued for so long that you knew no other way to have your feelings crossed. You couldn't do anything but watch him from a distance, like a wallflower and imagine the life you could have if Beleg truly knew about your feelings.

You had hoped you would eventually get there, even though Beleg’s obliviousness drove you mad and made you want to push him to the wall and kiss him like crazy at times. Anything just to get it finally done. 

You had a plan in mind when yuletide finally came, but after failing so many times, you could not help but constantly feel anxious about all the possible things that could go wrong and the dreaded possibility of your feelings left unsaid once again.

You were now thinking about how you would confess while packing for a trip with Turin. The young boy was eager for your trip to the forest, so he ensured he had everything in his bag while you were thinking about your complicated love life. 

Your feet were tapping the ground as your thoughts wandered, thinking and thinking while the young human boy checked on his things. You were already done with the packing, so there was nothing you could do except wait for a certain elf to arrive. 

Turin glanced at you and watched as you were deep in your clouds of thoughts. “What's on your mind today?” He asked, breaking your focus from your thoughts. 

“Huh, nothing much. Why do you ask?” You asked. 

“You have a brooding expression on your face. That’s when you’re thinking something sad and angry,” Turin explained while twiddling with his thumbs in a very adorable fashion. 

You kneeled down to his height to look him in the eye. “Oh, I’m sorry. I promise you I wasn’t thinking anything bad about you or anyone. It’s just –” You hissed, sensing the gleaming curiosity in the edain child’s eyes. “It’s about Beleg. You know I have been trying to confess my feelings for him, right?” You asked to which Turin fervently nodded. You almost scoffed. This proved your efforts even a child could see, let alone a human child. How could Beleg be so dense.

“Nothing I do gets his attention, and he doesn’t get it even if I try to scream it to his face,” You explained. “Have you tried just telling him that you love him?” The little boy asked. “I have, but then people always need him for something before I get the chance,” You tried not to whine in front of a child younger than you by a couple of centuries. “I never have the chance to tell him,” You said, barely maintaining any semblance of your composure. 

“How about you tell him now when he comes back?” Turin asked. “I could, but what if someone suddenly comes and takes him away for something?” You questioned. “I could keep a watch so that no one will disturb you,” He offered with a smile. 

“That’s really sweet of you,” You resisted the urge to coo at him. By Eru, this edain is out for your heart. “But… I don’t think It would be that easy,” You sighed, dropping your shoulders at the thought. 

“There you are! I have been looking for you two,” Beleg’s voice caught your attention. Your heart raced when you saw the silver-haired ellon march toward you. His smile and confidence making you weak from the inside. 

“Ready to depart? I heard Daeron had composed a new winter song, so we might want to leave soon, or we might get forced to see him perform,” He chuckled. “Do it now!” Turin pushed you toward him. You were surprised for a moment before turning your attention toward Beleg. Guess you were doing it. 

“Beleg. Can I say something because I do not think I have a chance to say it later?” You questioned. “Sure. What is it, my dear friend?” Beleg smiled at you. 

“Do you –” You started, thinking your words carefully. “I mean – I’ve been meaning to tell you that I –” You fumbled, your heart racing as you were about to say it. Was this it? Were you finally going to tell him?

“Beleg!” Someone suddenly shouted, making you jump with fright. 

“Beleg! Are you and (Name) going to join the yule’s celebration later?” They appeared, taking Beleg’s attention away from you. 

You whined as you knew where this was going. 

“Sure! We’re just going to take a quick trip to the northern woods and come back,” Beleg answered. 

“Great. Oh, and before you go. Mablung has been asking for your assistance, so please attend to him first?” The Eru foresaken elf asked. 

“Sure! I’m sorry, you two. You know how Mablung can get, so please wait for me for a moment,” Beleg uttered a quick apology and left. 

“But!” You tried to say. 

“I won’t be long, and I promise to hear what you have to say later,” He called out before disappearing to do whatever Mablung wanted from him. 

You sighed, knowing he would forget about it anyway. 

Turin stood beside you after watching the whole thing. “I see what you mean when you said you never get the chance,” Turin stated. 

“Turin. Have you ever met someone so stupid that it’s kinda endearing?” You asked with defeat in your voice. “I don’t know. My father and lord Thingol probably check those boxes,” Turin said, making you groan. 

When Beleg returned, you three went on that trip like planned. You said nothing during the whole thing, and Turin silently observed you and Beleg. You weren’t even trying to confess your feelings again, so the little boy got an idea.

“Hey, do you know about the mistletoe tradition?” Turin asked, gaining your and Beleg’s attention. “I – do not think I have. What is this tradition you speak of, Turin?” Beleg asked with curiosity in his eyes. 

“It’s a tradition where you hang a mistletoe and whoever walks under it has to kiss the one who gets trapped under it with them,” Turin explained. “I’ve seen my father doing it a couple of times with my mother,” He continued without missing a beat. “Though, my mother rolled her eyes most of the time and left anyway,” He added. 

"Hmm, what an interesting tradition," Beleg smiled. "I could see partners doing it to catch a kiss from each other," He said, seemingly lost in thought. "That would be sweet," You said, dreaming about kissing him. 

After the trip into the woods and giving Turin a lesson, you thought about the whole mistletoe thing and couldn't help but imagine finally kissing him and confessing your feelings. It had potential, but you were too afraid of failing to consider trying it. 

Luckily for you, Turin got you covered on the plan. 

You were casually talking with Beleg, unaware Turin was waiting in the other room with a bow in his hand, and when you walked through the door, he shot his arrow above you. 

You were startled when you heard something fly and hit above you. You and Beleg looked up and saw the arrow struck in the wall with an odd plant hanging from it. 

"What is that?" You questioned. "A mistletoe?" Beleg said in a questioning tone, then Turin appeared. 

"Now that you both got caught under the mistletoe. By the rules of the tradition, you're not allowed to leave till you share a kiss," Turin explained with a smirk. At that moment, you realized he had been planning this since he told you about the tradition with the mistletoe. 

You were impressed but still left embarrassed. 

"Bye then, have fun!" Turin then left, making you silently panic. The little human boy then left you alone with the silver-haired ellon. 

"Well –" Beleg chuckled. "I did not expect this," He smiled at you as he found the whole thing amusing. You smiled and nodded awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say. 

"Well, what do you say, (Name)? I think it would be rude not to follow the rules," Beleg said. "Yeah, and he didn't specify where you had to kiss. So to make this less awkward. How about just a kiss on the cheek?" You suggested. 

"Sounds good enough," Beleg shrugged his shoulders. You let out a sigh of relief, then held on to his shoulder to lean in to kiss him on the cheek. You were close so kissing him on the cheek wasn’t a problem. 

However, Beleg hummed and had a different thought. "On second thought–" He said, making you stop and look at him confused. You did not expect him to turn around, grab you by the face, and push his lips against yours. 

You yelped, and your face burned, but when Beleg tenderly hugged you closer. You melted and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

You were screaming happily from the inside as butterflies flew frantically inside your stomach. 

You almost gasped when you stopped to take a breather. You looked at Beleg as he looked back at you with fondness in his eyes. "Since we're here, do you mind If I ask you to court me?" He asked with a smile. 

Your heart fluttered as you had waited to hear those words for ages. 

"I would love to be courted by you since I have been trying to tell you that this whole time," You said. 

"I know, and I'm sorry," Beleg replied with a light pink dusting his cheeks. 

"Wait? What?" Your eyes widened. "You knew?!" You questioned. "I did, and I have been waiting for the chance to confess," He admitted. At that moment, you found yourself lost for words and ended up spluttering like a fool. 

"You're horrible! If you knew, why did you always forgot to come back to me and let me confess?" You swatted his shoulder in mock anger that was very much backed up by embarrassment

"Wait! I have?" Beleg asked, confused. 

"Yes! You always forgot!" You almost yelled at him with your hands up. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," He said, dropping his ears like a sad puppy. 

"Oh, by the Valar," You shook your head and hugged him, making him laugh and hug you back. You made a mental note to thank the little human boy, who was watching from the corner with a smirk. There was no doubt he was dancing in victory in his mind. You have only one thing to say. 

You loved human traditions. 

[brown-little-robin]

Hi Lockwood & Company Girls! I know I enjoy seeing outsiders' perspectives on things I'm obsessed with, so here, have the POV of Robin, who never heard of this series until a few months ago when y'all got obsessed:

Lockwood & Co. is... a tv show. Based on a book series. The show hasn't caught up yet, which makes you sad.

There's a group of ghost... investigators...? Who wear kinda old-fashioned clothing? I think this might not be set in modern times. I bet this is in the 1900s. That century. (I'm not a historical fashion buff, I dunno sldkfjlskdjf)

The ghost investigators are kind of a disaster trio (quartet?) who have that good good Weird Kids Chemistry.

There's one (1) girl main character and her name is Lucy. Lucy has an important necklace. It is probably cursed because she fainted about it. Y'all seem to really like Lucy. The impression is that she's maybe a little headstrong but also tries her best.

There's a few boy main characters. One of them is George. I actually can recognize George by face; he's uhhh not white? I think? Anyway, he has a nice round face and he's a little insane. He's... comic relief? He really likes Lucy, I hope platonically (I adore a good platonic weirdguy/weirdgirl friendship) but whatever. I think if I was watching the show, George might be my favorite. He gives Stiles Stilinski vibes: seems like the Sane OneTM except for when he's doing the crazy board conspiracy thing.

A lot of people have a crush on a guy called Kipps. ??? Apparently it takes a while to warm up to him? I get the feeling that he might be kind of mean or distant at first. I'd give him a fair shot if I was watching the show. We love a good prickly character who eventually gets better.

There's a character with terminal Tired Raccoon Eyes. He looks like a languishing poet and I love him. Cold wet kitten on the unforgiving city streets. I feel like he should be some kind of doomed prophet but maybe I'm just associating him with Fiver Watership Down too much.

The group.... lives together? In an old house? Maybe? Are they actually a found family, or is that just the vibe I'm getting? I think they're all human, no magical or supernatural powers, but I'd love it if they did have powers 👀👀👀

Feel free to tell me if I'm right or wrong about this stuff!

[jamesonxcarter]

WITH: @elianaalmeida LOCATION: the sipping cup

“Here, take him, take him from me, otherwise I’ll never leave and it took me a century to get that appointment at the salon.” A baby was suddenly thrust into his arms, and Asher looked at his uncle with the same confused expression that Jameson wore. Meeting the gaze of the child in his hands, he nodded as though they could communicate silently. Yes, nana was crazy sometimes. It was a small mercy that at least she wasn’t trying to go around dressing Asher up like a girl like she had done with Jameson when he was this age. Cassidy Carter turned to give her grandson a very wet kiss on the cheek, clearly unwilling to leave him with his uncle who’d taken the rest of the day off to spend with Asher. “And your Grand Auntie Gladys won’t let Nana hear the end of it if she shows up to dinner on Saturday looking like roadkill, will she?” Lucky for Asher, he could show up covered in slobber in a tomato-stained onesies and he would still be the star of the evening. “Ma, go. You’ll see him again tomorrow.” In all honesty, she would probably be back later that night anyways.

With a wave, she began to walk away from the pair and Jameson held Asher’s hand up to wave at Cassidy’s retreating form. “Aren’t we glad that she’s gone, Asher? Now it’s just you and Uncle Henny.” He asked, not paying particularly close attention as he tried to adjust the diaper bag on his shoulder while entering the coffee shop for a quick pick-me-up before they headed back home for the evening. But just as he opened the door, Asher’s most recent habit reared its adorable, but inopportune, head. “Ah, ah, Ashy,” he complained in discomfort as the boy tugged on his ear firmly, pulling his head to one side and causing the other side of his body to lose balance. And though he recovered enough to avoid dropping anything, he did not avoid a slight collision of his shoulder into someone else. “Oh my god,” he said, hearing his mother’s voice chastising him for saying God in this context and that too in front of Asher. “I am so sorry,” he apologized, turning to face the dark-haired stranger whose drink fell to the ground, currently seeping into the little brown bag containing whatever pastry she’d bought for herself.  

[zeldaelmo]

The Pen Pal Plan, chapter 2

The poet, or His Lameness, as Zelda had named him due to his noble status, was only the beginning of the misery. Patiently, Zelda had smiled through a conversation with a man who only spoke in recited lines of poetry. No matter what topic Zelda picked, he always had a matching string of poetic words as his reply. At first, Zelda tried to keep up with him and name the poems or at least take a guess at the poet or the century of its origin, but that quickly grew unbearable. And the worst was, he just wouldn't stop! Her guards already tapped their feet nervously, eager to keep her on schedule, but every attempt to end the doomed meeting failed. In the end, she had proposed a performance on the Speaker's Corner of the fair and had quietly slipped away as soon as he couldn't see her in the crowd of onlookers anymore.

Not a very princess-like start in her adventure to find a husband, but what could she do? She had no plans to miss the next date for a man she didn't care for in the slightest.

Ears attentive to the church bells, Zelda squeezed her way through the people, hood pulled deep around her face. She would make it in time. The booths of the festival glittered and shone with promising wares, carnival barkers praised their goods and tried to rope her in, but she couldn't afford to take a look. Maybe later, but certainly not right now. 

The guards tried to keep up with her, but when she finally arrived at the meeting point and they trickled after her into the wine booth, one by one, she thought they'd lost one of them. Well, four were still more than enough, right?

"The Princess! I can’t believe my eyes!"

Zelda swirled around, staring into the face of the most handsome man she'd ever seen. Black curls fell loosely down to his shoulders and his big nose complimented his sharp jar in a way that she couldn't find another word for as manly. His fashionable scarf only added to this impression. Whoa, and he dropped into a bow and kissed her knuckles! Now that was a lot more promising… but then, he opened his mouth. 

"Oh my goodness, Zelly, I adore you so much. Thank you for all your letters, I totally went crazy about them! It’s so cool that you’re here and not! With the magic, I mean." He waved a bundle of letters with a rose stringed to them into her face, widening his eyes to the point of ridiculousness. She forced a smile. Did… he just call her Zelly? Reluctantly, she accepted a mug with hot plum wine from him, sniffing warily at the beverage. It smelled like sweet plums and cinnamon, but weren't most poisons without odor?

"I totally slept with your letters under my pillow. I know it’s a secret to everyone, but I couldn’t help to show them to everyone in my village. So romantic to have a magical princess in a secluded tower as a pen pal. I’m so happy that you reached out for help. I would have never found you otherwise."

She– what? Goddess, she had trouble keeping up with the utter nonsense that fell out of his mouth. "Uh, I have a very normal wing in the castle where I live," she stuttered. "No tower that I can't leave or something. As long as I have my guards around, I can go pretty much everywhere." She made eye contact over the brim of her steaming mug with one of them. The middle-aged man nodded and readjusted the grip on his spear. She wasn’t the only one who got odd vibes from this guy.

He leaned forward and reduced his voice to a whisper. "Ah, yes, I understand, too many people to overhear. It’s okay.” A wave into the general direction of the castle. “I'm not a knight or something, but I trained with the sword a lot. I’m going to fight my way through to you, no matter how many roses and thorns block the way to your tower."

The sip Zelda took was much too hot, but she downed it anyway. Thankfully, nothing of notice happened, so probably no poison. What was wrong with him? His letters hadn't been noteworthy – normal, polite conversation. He had been excited at the news of finally meeting her, but hadn’t they all been? His chosen pen name had been ‘Youngling of the Roses’, maybe that should have made her stop in her tracks, but then again, most of the pen names were a bit… stupid.

She shook her head. “Okay, to make this clear. I don’t live in a secluded tower. I’m as free as a princess gets and there’s absolutely no need to rescue me or fight anyone.” 

He laughed and Zelda caught herself being again mesmerized by his handsomeness, but that couldn’t put a blanket over the feeling of talking to a weirdo.

“You don’t have to put a brave face on for me, Zelly. I’m ready to come to your side any minute now and then you can finally leave your tower and we’ll have a glittering feast for our wed—”

“Stop.” Zelda held her hands up and took a step backward. “You somehow got the wrong idea here—” Damn it, she didn’t even have his name. Maybe it was for the better. “I don’t want you to come to the castle on a rescue mission. I don’t need rescuing because I’m not trapped in a tower. As you can see, I’m here and I’m perfectly fine.”

“Oh? So you mean, this is not a mirage that you produce with your magic from your tower to talk to me?” 

Zelda stared at him and needed a long moment to answer. “No. It’s most definitely not.”

His eyes wide, he slowly stretched his hand out, reaching for her face.

“Enough!” The guard with whom Zelda made eye contact earlier stepped in, pushing the hilt of the spear into the space between them. “Your Highness, I advise you to leave immediately, for your own safety.”

“Agreed,” Zelda hissed through gritted teeth. “Thank you.”

She swirled around and grabbed her hood, looking for the remaining three guards. They made a gap for her to retreat through, spears at the ready. Uh, maybe the vibes of this guy had been more off than she’d realized, the guards were usually pretty chill. 

“Hey, Zelly! But what about the wedding! Wait!” A tumult erupted behind her and she let herself push toward the entrance of the wine booth by her guards all too willingly. Skies above, this whole plan was a disaster! 

With quick strides, she left the booth and reentered the busy streets. Shouts rang through the wooden, make-shift hut behind her. She shivered, pulling the hood back into her face. She would have to alert the head of the castle guard about this man, who knew if he wouldn’t try to ‘free’ her for real. 

“This way, Your Highness,” one of the guards muttered and led her into a less crowded side alley. “We’ll take the long way to our next destination, just in case he follows us.”

Zelda nodded, her mouth dry. The crisp winter air failed to cool her head down. She was used to going everywhere with guards, but it was rare that they had to deal with an issue. Times in Hyrule were peaceful, her mother and she only used their magic for mundane things, like letting tea cups appear at unusual spots or lighting chandeliers, not for sealing evil incarnate away.

“Will your comrade be okay? I’m sorry that I didn’t see enough red flags beforehand. His behavior was unexpected for me, too,” Zelda said, scurrying through the alley after them, her clicking heels resonating from the narrow walls.

“Avon? Yeah, he’ll be okay, don’t worry. He’s a skilled soldier.” The guard chuckled and took her hand to pull her through a barrier back into the festival area. “He has a soft spot for you because you remind him of his daughter. He’ll take a broken nose for you with great pride.”

“Oh, goodness, please not!”

He winked at her. “Just another story to tell in the barracks. Let’s hope the remaining two guys are a bit more marriage material than the last two.”

Zelda ducked her head and blushed furiously. She knew that the guards overheard more than they cared for, but she still felt exposed being directly addressed about something like her pick of suitors.

“Come on, Your Highness. We’re already late. Your next stop is the carousel if I’m not mistaken?”

She nodded, threading after him through the people. The professor was next. And then… cautiously, she lifted her hood and peeked at the papery Silent Princess. And then, him. She had held off herself thinking too much about him the whole day, not wanting to get her hopes up. “It is an honor to finally officially meet you, Princess,” he had written. “I very much look forward to talking to you.” Simple words, not too different from what the others had written. They still had touched her.

"Your Highness?" The guard guided her toward another booth with a soft press on the small of her back. "The carousel. And I believe your suitor already awaits you." He nodded in the direction of a man pushing his glasses up and waving a single letter.

"Thank you–," she started, but the guard had already disappeared to discuss the details with the carousel owner. Zelda inhaled the icy winter air, steeling herself. 

Hopefully, this one would go better…

[trollocks-in-my-bollocks]

Loved your fanfic! Baby Moiraine is adorable. Any wot recs?

Thanks for asking and sorry for answering this a bit late. I wanted to write a rec anyway, so anon, your timing’s excellent! There are a few things, however, I need to clear up first: I’m not suggesting here, that these are the best fics ever written in the fandom, this is not a hall of fame. This is a collection of my comfort fics as a reader who loves to read intricate and unlikely AUs about Siuan/Moiraine and plotless stories about That weird thing Lan and Moiraine have. I’m 100% sure there are great fics out there about Rand&Mat and the Polycule(tm), it’s not a judgement of value that I’m leaving stuff out. 

Also before the rec, psst here’s my wishlist of the things I’d love to see on AO3: the “How I met your Greenman” story, outtakes from Birgitte’s lives, an entire story from Aviendha’s POV. If you’ve read anything similar, hmu pls (I mean I was desperate enough to write a Birgitte story recently, rip.)

An incomplete list of fics I adore (might write a 2nd part):

Their Dinners by aptasi (T)

A truly in-character piece about Lan and Moiraine: there is no dialogue, they are just having dinner in complete silence and that’s the entire plot. Such a brilliant story, I’d say this is my favourite but aptasi has tons of gutting short stories  and I’m not able to just choose one. aptasi also writes amazing  Rand & Moiraine dialogues, the kind that leaves you staring out of the foggy window, rethinking your ways.

echoes of her dynasty by alittlelesspain (E) There are so many things in this fanfic I still think about every once in a while, just to list a few of them:

- Alric has an actual personality in this story?? he’s the saltiest ace/aro Warder and I absolutely loved how being someone on the grayscale was not depicted as being innocent or clueless about stuff, but “When she looked up, Moiraine was staring at her, not the puzzle. “Oh,” said Alric in a voice of revelation, when Siuan got back to the inn that night, puzzle dangling uselessly from her hand, and brain equally useless to holding any sort of sensible conversation with him. “I understand now. She’s equally pathetic.”

- most of the story is from Siuan’s POV which is a relatively rare thing and it was so amazing to stay in her mind for a while. Technically this story is a Very Reluctant Sun Queen AU where Moiraine re-builds Cairhien with her Dream Team (Siuan, Alric, Lan and Bukama) instead of becoming Aes Sedai. There are also heavy Beauty and the Beast undertones, as the story starts with Siuan encountering the last surviving Damodred lurking in the Royal Library with her stone faced Borderlander bbf

- a battle is won because Siuan loves to chat with Ogier stonemasons and re-uses a centuries-old waterway for her tactics.

- a lot of this fic is about the importance of rebuilding lost knowledge and making education more accessible. The entire thing has such a positive message while keeping the reader on their toes by staying brutally realistic at the same time. Ugh, just make a huge pot of tea and read this.

The Path of Fires and Foxes by LarraineLynch (M)

Time-travel AU from multiple POVs and I loved reading all of them. The first book of this series is already finished, it’s so intricate and masterfully woven that I don’t know how to describe this story, I just want to say that her weekly updates kept me going through a vacationless summer. What I liked best about it was 1. that instead of pitting women against each other the author lets them communicate (or for Moiraine’s part, manipulate, but we love her nonetheless) and plot against the system 2. it felt so gross to read about stilling men then leaving them to go crazy and die alone through the series and finally, this fic addresses this waste of human life and potential and creates an amazing solution.

cause for separation by fuelprices (G)

Delicious long-distance relationship angst and crack! don’t want to spoil the plot, I just want to say I love her way of writing the Siuan-Lan dynamic <3 (+check out the rest if you’re unlike me and can read some good hurt & comfort stuff rn) Fractal by aptasi (E)

Moiraine and Siuan have a debate about the metaphysical nature of time and the Wheel while having sex. I had to go for a 10k run after reading this to be able to function as a person for the rest of the day, thanks.