#yes i sewed that tag into the paper

[punkinpied]

snake art! this is the result of color coding the all the trash i collect

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[victastuffblog]

My mom was videocalling me, telling me about wanting to make copies of some of her tarot cards, and was doing a list of stuff she needed to print them.

At some point she was like: Ugh, I'll have to buy special paper, like, 300grs, so I can print them.

Me, being my helpful self: hold on, I'll check something.

*proceeds to grab 8 different notebooks*

My mom: ... *starts cackling hysterically*

Me: what?

She: Oh my god- how can you own so many kind of sheets??? Why would you need one of 300grs?!?! You truly have your own art supply store!

Me: first things first: it's for the watercolors, the others are for the pencils, markers and pastels, gouache-

*My mom continued to lose her shit*

Me, ignoring her: -and most of them are not as thick as the watercolors ones, but works just as well, plus I have some other over there-

*she laughed again when I show her the corner of the printing paper I own*

Me: -I can't remember how thick they are, but they did the trick well enough in college in the printing press.

*more laughter*

[peeweekey]

i visited idiot street and everyone knew your name!

part i, part ii, part iii

a/n: the well awaited end to this fic is here! enjoy :)

synopsis: the three times you friendzoned Alhaitham, and the one he made damn sure you didn't.

tags: alhaitham/reader ; school setting ; valentine's day special ; reader likes sewing, miscommunication

It’s Valentine’s Day, and the most unusual thing to ever happen to you—happens.

A pristine white note falls out of your locker, and you never thought you would see the day. You’d assume, being a workaholic and being relegated to tasks (due to people pleasing tendencies you can’t seem to shake off), that you’d finish off the school year without falling victim to Valentine’s day sickeningly sweet confessions.

Please meet me in the homeroom lab after classes. – H

If it was any other day, you’d assume one of the teachers wrote you this note, and that you were going to be subjected to a ruthless talking-to. Yet, coincidentally, it’s that time of the year, and everyone else is getting notes like these too.

For the fun of it, you still decide to go where the note directs you. Mostly because you’re deathly curious to who this H person is. No expectations, of course.

When the dismissal bell rings, you quickly scramble out of your classroom, pointedly ignoring your friend’s confused call of your name. Leaving your bag and belongings behind. You’ll get back to her later—but now, the curiosity is killing you.

You navigate the sloppily decorated hallways; passing by lovestruck couples and through streamer paper decor of pinks, whites and reds. Cupid balloons and the overwhelmingly sweet scent of roses suffocate your senses.

The homeroom lab is at the end of the hallway, where all the decorations dwindle or are practically deflating with the lack of attention to detail—it irks you slightly, if this is a confession like you suspect, the surroundings could afford to be somewhat romantic. Not this cheap, unenthusiastic mess, it certainly wouldn’t be helping your case.

Your eyes lock onto one heart helium balloon, it drifts aimlessly across the floor—not enough to float up but not completely deflated. You glare at it, like trying to pop it with only your gaze, then to the door.

Steeling yourself, you take a breath then slide it open.

The last person you ever expect to be there, is there too.

“Alhaitham?” you ask, breathless and puzzled.

Was it him that sent you the note?

You shake that thought away, although you got your hopes up the tiniest bit, it’s probably unrelated to anything hearts themed. You’re pretty sure he’s been actively avoiding people confessing to him today. Maybe that’s why he hid in here, you muse.

“It’s me, yes,” he nods. “I assume you read my note?”

You laugh, shutting the homeroom lab door unceremoniously behind you. “That was you? Dude, you could’ve just told me, what’s with all the secrecy?”

“There’s something that I need to discuss with you.”

“Discuss with me,” you repeat, walking over to lean against the working table. Which, thank heavens, is pristinely clean. “Am I in trouble?”

“No,” he responds and you hum in faux relief. “Though there is something else.”

Alhaitham produces a sleek black chocolate box from seemingly nowhere—or maybe you hadn't seen him hold it—and holds it out to you.

“Sweet!” you grin, snatching the chocolates and examining the box. “This is some really good chocolate, Haitham. Who gave you this one?”

“No one,” he says. Alhaitham picks at his black painted nails—ones that you yourself painted a few weeks ago in his apartment. The polish is immaculate, almost looking freshly painted if it weren’t for the new nail growth starting underneath. “Those are completely from me, for you.”

You double take, taking a long lingering look at the gift. On the smack middle of the box, is the same type of note from earlier in your locker, but this has your name written in elegant cursive:

Happy Valentines. It writes, and you feel strange tingles travel down your spine. Not entirely unpleasant.

“You shouldn’t have,” your eyes widen. “I didn’t get anything for you, I never thought we were getting each other friendship chocolates!”

There’s a lengthy pause before you hear any reaction from him. Alhaitham makes a strangled noise from deep in his throat. “Friendship chocolates?”

He stresses your name, while massaging his temples. “...I wrote you that note, I waited in here for you and have the audacity to think what I gave you are friendship chocolates. Does that sound logical to you?”

“Of course,” you snort, putting down the chocolates to rest on the low table. “The only other reason I can think of would be because you like me, which I doubt—”

His lips flatten in unamusement. “So what if I do?”

“Wait, what?”

He inhales deeply, and you swear you see the slightest hints of pink on his ears that peek from underneath silver hair. The silence now is absolutely deafening, and the anticipation even more so. To you, the knowledge of his bashfulness makes the situation feel all the more real.

Alhaitham utters your name softly, like he’s pleading you to understand so that he needn’t repeat himself. Which he never does, the damn prideful man.

You’d make a teasing remark if you weren’t so frozen with nerves, the sound of your name from his lips is causing ticklish shivers up your spine. It sounds so intimate when he says it.

Like a secret, even. Although Alhaitham might be the most self-preserving and unambitious person you know, when it comes to the things that matter to him—he takes initiative right away.

“So you like me–” you breathe, the button up collar of your shirt feels all too tight all of a sudden, you tangle your fingers together and squeeze tightly. “Like, like like me?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you,” he sighs, low and long-suffering. “For three whole years.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Your eyes widen and you feel a low simmering heat spreading all over, even till your fingertips. You recall all the other times, past Valentine's days and recounting his strange behavior. All the dots start to connect together and you wonder how you never noticed. “What the hell.”

“So that one time last year when you were offering me your button—” you gasp. You remember, it’s a stupid highschool tradition, a boy would offer the second button of his uniform to a girl if he liked her. It’s the closest to the heart, but to you, it’s a thoughtless way to ruin perfectly good clothing. “Haitham, did you ask Kaveh for advice or something?”

“Matters like these are irrelevant to argue with him about,” he scoffs. Alhaitham folds his arms across his chest. “He ran off and came to the conclusion himself. Ever since then, he’s been bothering me with trying all types of confession tradition.”

Laughter starts to bubble out of you, disbelieving and flustered to the maximum level. “Dude, I basically friendzoned you and had no idea! You should’ve told me.”

His shoulders stiffen and he gives you such a disarmingly attractive look. And if your eyes dare deceive you, he looks the teensiest bit hopeful too. Right now, you feel like your heart is beating right out of your goddamn chest. The sound is so loud, the quickening thumping sound of your chest that you swear he might hear it too.

“...I see that now,” he says, his expression is exasperated—but so unbelievably soft. You feel yourself melting like butter under his gaze. “Though I am disappointed in your lacking ability to identify context clues.”

“Oh whatever,” you bump your shoulder against his, though you don’t move back away. The warmth of him is all consuming and comforting as hell, you could burrow yourself in him and never resurface, you think. He accepts your closeness with a strong arm wrapping behind you to hold you by the hand. Your stomach does somersaults in your stomach. “It’s all your fault. You’re an idiot for not telling it to me straight.”

“Does that mean you reciprocate?” he murmurs, leaning closer to whisper in your ear.

You pull back enough to take the box of chocolates, opening it and popping one in your mouth. “This chocolate is pretty good. Guess I’ll have to let you stick around for more.”

I like you too.

He nuzzles into you, leaving a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. “I guess you do, don’t you?”

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 3. Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu brings you in as one of her maids, at least, that's what you thought she brought you to the castle for.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut.

Notes: Part 3!

Click here for the rest of the series

You make your way into the kitchen and find the head maid, Zina, an older woman who's been working for the Lady for most of her life, helping one of the chefs with this mornings breakfast. Tall, slender with salt and pepper hair pulled back into a tight bun, she's strict, but kind, a trait that most maids employed by Lady Dimitrescu seem to lack.

"Ah, y/n, good morning."

"Good morning Zina. The Lady said that you have new responsibilities to go over with me?"

"Yes, I do. I was rather surprised at how quickly she's moved you up the ranks, but she seems to have taken a liking to you. Something you should be grateful for, the Lady doesn't often favor her maids." She says with a smile, but also gives you a look to let you know that she's serious, and to not fuck it up.

"Oh, trust me, it's not something I take for granted." You reply.

"Good." She says as she smiles at you.

You've grown to like Zina, she's not afraid to put you in your place, but she also always gives credit where it's due and she's constantly encouraging the other maids. She's certainly the mother figure to the staff, especially the younger girls. Lady Dimitrescu also seems to like Zina, which is probably why she's been her head maid for so long. You've caught the two of them casually chatting a few times when you've been cleaning, it took you by surprise at first, but you figured that for someone who's been around as long as Zina has, it would be weird if the Lady didn't talk to her. Plus, there's rarely visitors in the castle, so you figure Lady Dimitrescu has to talk to someone once in awhile that isn't one of her daughters.

Zina leads you to one of the tables in the kitchen and you both sit. She pulls out a new list of responsibilities, which now include cleaning the Lady's chambers and study, as well as a few other rooms that were considered off limits before. You're also surprised to see that you're now responsible for mending the Lady's garments if they need sewing, ironing anything she may need, assisting her with "personal matters" which aren't defined, but after last night you think you have an idea of what that could entail, and assisting her with some of her more formal and business affairs.

You hear maids coming and going from the kitchen door behind you, greeting each other as they pass by. You hear a set of footsteps walking quickly through the doors and then whispers. You think you hear the maid whisper the word "neck" and you turn around to see the maid you saw earlier when you were leaving your Mistresses chambers, whispering to the cook Zina was with earlier. The maid turns and sees you looking at her and looks like a deer in headlights, quickly running out of the kitchen. The cook looks at you wide-eyed and you quickly turn around, and try to casually cover the marks with your hand. As you turn back to Zina you see her eyes shift from the marks on your neck to your eyes. You quickly look back down at the paper in front of you and you feel your cheeks turn red.

"Ah," Zina quietly says. "That explains it." She says with a small smile.

You look up at her with a mix of worry and embarrassment in your eyes.

"Come with me." She says as she gets up.

You follow her out of the kitchen and into her room. You've never been in here before, it looks exactly like the other maids rooms, except this one is bigger and has more amenities, like a fireplace, her own bathroom and a beautiful view outside of her window. She closes the door and gestures for you to sit a the small table in her room.

"Let me see." She says, gently moving your hair and looking at the wounds on your neck. "Oh that's not so bad, I've definitely seen worse. She must have been gentle with you."

You cheeks feel like they're on fire, you're trying to look at anything that isn't Zina, you're convinced you're going to die of embarrassment if you look her into her eye right now.

"Now that I understand the full scope of the situation, I am going to revise my statement from earlier."

You slowly look up at her, you have no idea what she means, but you're terrified that it isn't going to be good.

"The Lady has more than taken a liking to you, I had my suspicions when she promoted you again so quickly but I wasn't sure as she does surprise me once in awhile, I think mostly for her own entertainment. Anyway, the position you've found yourself in is certainly a rare one. I've seen many girls in your position over the years, and once I picked up on her pattern I began to tell every girl the same thing." Your eyes widen at her words, a fear creeping it's way into your chest. "You must be obedient, you will get certain privilege's by being in your position, but it also means that she will be keeping an extra close eye on you. I've seen too many girls let the praise and attention they receive from her get to their heads and it did not end well for any of them. Also, I understand what I'm about to say is either going to sound either far-fetched or impossible for you, but, do not become too attached to her. You do whatever you have to while in her chambers, but outside of that, you are just another maid."

Her words are as sincere as they are serious, there's no hint of jealousy or envy in her voice, you can tell she genuinely cares for you, and all of the maids. She's probably going out on a huge limb even talking to you about any of this, but you're grateful.

"She picks maidens, not dissimilar to how a dog picks a toy, and will play with them until they're either useless or she grows bored, and then finds a new one to take the place of the old one. And things normally don't end up well for the old maid because it's not uncommon for them to become possessive of the Lady and go into a blinding jealous rage. Although that doesn't happen as frequently, because as I said earlier, lots of girls let it go to their heads before she grows bored and she doesn't have a choice but to find someone new. Understand?"

You nod your head as you realize what Zina is trying to tell you.

“What- what happened to the last one?" You ask with a little fear in your voice.

"That's the peculiar thing, nothing, at least, not yet." She says, rolling her eyes. "I've never witnessed this before with the Lady, but, it seems the second you came along the other girl was dismissed from her duties long before the Lady usually becomes bored or deems them useless. Usually if there's another maid that catches her eye, the Lady will have both girls," she pauses to carefully choose her words. "hired, for the position, so to speak. Usually ending with one of them being disobedient or becoming jealous of the other leaving only one maiden left. This time however, the girl was dismissed entirely and sent back to her regular duties."

Zina seems curious of your Mistresses actions and looks at you, like she's trying to solve a puzzle that only your Mistress knows the solution to.

"Huh." You say as thoughts flood your mind.

"Now, this conversation never leaves this room. Understand?" Zina says with a seriousness in her voice.

"Yes ma'am."

"And just because I gave you this information does not mean under any circumstances are you to come to me if issues between the two of you arise. I want to know nothing about what happens between the two of you, and like I said, do not get attached to her outside of her chambers. I cannot help you if you disobey her or anger her, know that at the end of the day, my loyalty lies with her. I am merely telling you this as a courtesy, plus, it's difficult enough finding decent workers, I'd hate to lose another one."

"May I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"How many of the girls she's, hired, before me, actually survive?"

"Not many. But like I said, that's often due to their own actions."

"Are there any still alive that work here?"

"Yes, not many, but a few. Don't for a second even entertain the idea of speaking with those maids about your situation if you do find out who they are. It will end poorly for both of you."

"Oh, no, I would never."

"Good."

"The last maid that she hired, was she the one who-"

Zina sighs and almost looks aggravated. "Yes."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No, no, my frustrations are not with you, they are with Stefana. Be careful around her, she's brilliant yet cunning. If I can be blunt, I would try and avoid her at all costs, she's not particularly friendly to the new maids, no less to the one who has essentially replaced her. I am aware that she became a little violent with you once she heard whispers of you being invited into the Lady's chambers. Once she finds out about this," she says pointing to your neck. "She will probably only get worse. I've tried to tell her that it will only end poorly for her if she continues, even after the Lady punished her for hurting you, but she is stubborn. She is a prime example of the blind jealousy I was talking about earlier, she's not the first to do this, nor will she be the last, regardless, it all ends the same way for girls like that. If you value your life, you will listen to her and do your best to avoid angering her. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Like I said, it is pertinent that this conversation does not leave this room, for your own safety, and frankly, for mine as well. The Lady will not be pleased to hear I'm speaking about her private matters with her personal handmaidens."

"As far as I'm concerned, this conversation never happened, I actually don't even know why I'm here." You say with a soft smile.

"Good." A warm smile crosses her face. "Now, I believe the Lady wants you to start in her study today, I will bring your breakfast up there for you, it's probably best you try and avoid the kitchen for the time being, but I will arrange to see you're still properly fed."

"Thank you, Zina."

"Of course."

You both stand and you open her door and go to walk out. You stop and turn to her and look at her. "Thank you." You say quietly.

She smiles and nods her head as you say "you're welcome." and you make your way up to your Mistresses study.

You knock on the door when you approach it and hear her velvety voice on the other side.

"Come in."

You open the door and walk into the room.

"Ah, y/n." She says with a smile. "Come in, I presume you met with Zina?"

"Yes Mistress, I just finished going over my duties with her."

"Wonderful-"

Her speech is interrupted when the door to her study swings open and slams against the wall.

"Mother!!" Cassandra yells.

"What did I say about slamming my doors?" She says, glaring at the girl. "And knocking? Did I raise you without manners?" She hisses.

Cassandra looks down at her feet.

"No mother, sorry."

She brings her fingers to the bridge of he nose and takes a deep breath and looks at her.

"Tell me, what was so important you felt the need to burst into my office?" You're surprised to hear a sweetness in her voice, you had expected her to sound angry, demeaning even. But none of that was there, just a mother talking to her child.

Your Mistress waves the girl over and pulls her into her lap and wraps her arms around her waist and looks down at her daughter.

"It was nothing." Cassandra sighs.

"No, no, I'm certain it was something, especially given your grand entrance." She smiles and gently laughs. "Tell me." She says as she caresses Cassandra's cheek.

"Ugh. It was Daniela! She won't leave me alone, all I wanted to do was sit in my room, by myself, and work on my sketches. But she burst into my room, started touching everything and tried to grab my sketchbook and ripped my sketch!" She pouts and leans into her mothers shoulder.

Your mistress sighs, comforting her child.

"You know your sister just wants to be included-" she begins.

"But!" Cassandra interrupts.

"No no, let me finish." Your Mistress says as Cassandra huffs. "however, she should have knocked and respected your things. I will speak to her about it, okay? I'm terribly sorry your sketch was ripped, but, I know you," she places her forehead against Cassandra's. "Your wonderfully creative mind will come up with something to make it even better, tears and all. Next time she wants to join, give her a pencil and some paper and let her tire herself out, you know she doesn't have that kind of patience, after a few minutes I'm sure she will grow bored and find something else to do." She smiles.

Cassandra giggles and nods her head, nuzzling into her mother. Your Mistress studies the girl in her lap, her forehead still against Cassandras and closes her eyes, enjoying the fleeting moment with her daughter. She places a kiss on her forehead and taps her leg.

"Go on, you have sketches to attend to and I have work I must finish."

Cassandra wraps her arms around her mother and kisses her on the cheek.

"Thank you mom, I love you."

"Si eu te iubesc dragă."

(I love you too, sweetheart)

She adoringly watches her as she leaves and turns back to her paper.

"Door."

You hear footsteps run back and Cassandra pops in again.

"Right, sorry!" She pulls the door closed and you hear her footsteps disappear down the hall.

She shakes her head and mutters to herself with a smile on her face, bringing her attention back to the paper in her hand.

"Right," she says after a minute, "where were we?" She turns to you, she soft demeanor melting back to her usual, harder exterior.

"You were about to say something, Mistress, then-" You say.

"Oh yes, Zina went over your new responsibilities with you, yes?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. Do you have any questions about your responsibilities?"

"No Mistress."

"Very well then. I am behind on filing my paperwork and need your assistance."

"Of course, Mistress."

She gestures to a large stack of papers sitting on the countertop of the bookshelf and explains how she needs them organized and filed away in the massive filing cabinet sitting next to it.

"And do try to avoid reading the contents of the pages that are not necessary for your tasks."

"Oh, I wouldn't, Mistress," you sheepishly look up at her. "I respect your private business affairs, I won't pry."

She brings her hand up to your cheek and caresses it.

"Good, my little pet." She smiles as she feels the heat rising in your cheeks.

She holds your chin between her forefinger and thumb and lifts it so you're looking into her eyes. Her glowing golden eyes are captivating. She gently pulls your lower lip down a little with her thumb and you feel the heat between your legs. You have no idea how she does it, but she seems to immediately know when you're turned on or if your heart is racing. She looks you up and down and cocks her eyebrow, the corner of her lip just barely curling. She drops her hand and turns back to her work.

"Go on." She says, nodding over to the papers.

"Yes Mistress." You say, your voice just barely shaking.

You grab the stack of papers and look around for a second to see if there was a surface you could work on. When you don't see one that will work for you, you sit on the floor and start separating the papers into piles by category. Invoices, Memos, Order Lists, Inventory, etc. You try to work as quickly and silently as possible to not disturb your Mistress from her other work.

"Hm." You hear your Mistress hum in your direction. You look up and see her, watching you, curiosity on her face.

"Am- am I doing something wrong, Mistress?" You nervously ask. You're trying your very best to keep her as happy as possible, especially after your conversation with Zina earlier.

"No, just merely observing your process. It's, peculiar."

"Oh," you look down at the small stacks laid out in front of you and back up at her. "Well, I figured it would be easiest to separate the documents by the categories, then organize the smaller piles by date, then file them into their designated folders."

"Hm." She hums once more. "Logical. Carry on." She says and turns back to her work. You wouldn't say she was impressed, but she certainly wasn't upset, so you continue.

You hear a knock on the door. "Come in."

Zina opens the door with a tray.

"Good morning Lady Dimistrescu."

"Good morning Zina." She says pleasantly, eyeing the tray.

"I hope you don't mind the intrusion, I offered to bring y/n's breakfast up here for her. I felt it might be best for her to avoid the kitchen for the time being."

Your Mistress pauses for a moment, considering Zina's suggestion of you avoiding the kitchen.

"You're probably right, thank you Zina. You can leave it over there." she says, gesturing to a side table nearby.

She puts the tray down and smiles down at you, you return the smile and she walks away.

"Is there anything you need from me before I leave my Lady?" Zina asks.

"No, no, that is all. Thank you Zina. You can bring her lunch up here as well, as I presume you are planning on hand delivering y/n her meals for the next few days?"

"Your presumption is correct my Lady." She says with a smile.

"Zina you are a blessing, without you I'm convinced I'd only have half of the staff that I currently do." Lady Dimitrescu says.

"I appreciate the compliment my Lady, thank you. I will come back and deliver y/n's lunch this afternoon, I'll take this tray back with me when I deliver lunch."

"Thank you, dear." Lady Dimitrescu says.

Zina shuts the door and you continue to sort through the papers.

"Are you not going to eat?" She asks without looking at you.

"Oh, um, I was gonna finish organizing the last of this stack first." You say with a bit of nervousness.

She turns and looks at the large stack you have next to you and looks back at you.

"That is not necessary, I can't have my little pet going hungry now, the papers can wait. Go on, eat."

"Yes Mistress." You get up and walk over to the tray.

Lady Dimitrescu gets up and walks over to a chair with another stack of papers on it. She moves the papers to her desk and brings the chair over to you.

"Oh, thank you Mistress, you didn't have to-"

"I know." Her lips curl into a smile as she turns around and reclaims her seat.

The interaction left you a little confused, but you climb up into the gigantic seat and eat your breakfast as quickly and quietly as possible.

By the time you're done eating you're stuffed, as nervous as you are around your Mistress, this was one of the most relaxed meals you've had since you got here. You walk back over to your spot surrounded by papers and sit back down, as you go to sit your knees crack with a loud "POP." You wince at the sound, worried you've disturbed her. She turns her head towards you when she hears the sound.

"What was that?" She asks.

"I'm so sorry Mistress, my knees crack like that sometimes."

"Are you injured?" She has a mild concern in her voice when she asks.

"No, no Mistress, I'm not injured. It's been happening since I was young. It's not painful, just noisy." You say with a sheepish smile.

"Very well." She says and turns her attention back to her papers. You think you hear her mutter the words "human" to herself but quickly go back to sorting the papers.

You finish sorting through the stack of papers and organizing the smaller stacks by date and start filing them away in the filing cabinet. You swear you see her looking at you out of the corner of your eye but you try and focus on not putting the papers in the wrong folder.

The filing cabinet dwarfs you, but luckily most of the papers went into the drawers you're able to reach. You have just a few stacks left and realize they have to go into the top drawer, you look up at it, you're not even sure if you can reach the handle. You look around the room to see if there's a ladder or something you can use and look back up at the cabinet with your head cocked, trying to figure out how you're going to get up there.

You hear her chuckle behind you and your cheeks start to turn pink.

"Need help draga?" She asks.

"Oh, um, I," you look over at her, she looks entertained watching you trying to figure out how to get up there and you look at your feet. "Yes please, Mistress."

You're taken by surprise when she stands up and puts her hands around your waist and lifts you like you weigh nothing. Your cheeks feel like they're on fire, you feel like a child. You open the filing cabinet and file away the papers into their folders and close the drawer. She lowers you to the ground and gives your side a little squeeze before letting go. You twitch and let out a little whine, her squeeze hitting one of the most ticklish spots on your body. You hear her smirk in your ear as she bends down and puts her lips to your ear.

"Ticklish are we?" She says as she puts her fingers back on your side.

"Yes Mistress." You say, using every ounce of willpower you have in you to not succumb to the sensation at your side.

She knows it's taking all of your energy to not squirm and she loves it. She digs her nails a little harder into you and you bite the inside of your cheek, all of your energy right now is focused on not flinching. She seems to take this as a challenge because she digs her nails a little harder into you and then drags them across the fabric of your dress. You break and squirm under her grasp, involuntarily bending away from her fingers and you let out a small squeal.

She chuckles in your ear, satisfied with herself.

"That's all it took?" She says, her voice sultry. "My sweet, sensitive little pet."

Her hand slides away from your side, past the small of your back and away from you as she goes to sit back down at her desk. You can feel the wetness between your legs grow as your heartrate settles. She looks at you out of the corner of her eye as you try and compose yourself, pleased with how easily she can fluster you, like a cat toying with a mouse.

You continue to clean around her study, dusting, organizing a few things, filing away stray papers, the like. Zina comes and goes with lunch and tells you she'll deliver your dinner to your room.

The sun begins to set and you realize you've spent almost all day in the study with your Mistress, "she really does work a lot" you think to yourself. She dismisses you for the day and you head back to your room.

As you make your way through the castle you see Stefana ahead of you, you look down and try to make your way to your room as fast as possible. You hear footsteps quickly coming towards you and you're thrown back a little when she shoves her shoulder into you. You catch yourself from falling over and start to walk away.

"You're a fucking coward." She hisses.

You turn towards her, you're not sure why, but you had a feeling walking away wasn't going to make her stop tonight. She walks up to you and gets in your face.

"I told you to know your place, you bitch." She spat in your face. "What? You have nothing to say?"

You open your mouth to speak but you don't even know what to say. You know why she's angry, but it's not like you had any control over the situation. She glares into your eyes and takes a step back.

"Well lets see if you have anything to say about THIS."

She pulls her shirt out of her skirt and lifts it up, your eyes widen, a little horrified at what you're looking at. Four massive claw marks across her abdomen, she cut your arm weeks ago, it may have scarred a little but it's fully healed. Her wounds look like they've just started to heal, there's no doubt in your mind that they're going to scar, badly.

"Oh my- did she-?" You whisper as you stand there, shocked.

She walks back up to you. "You think you're so special, because she picked you, I bet she makes you call her 'Mistress' she calls you her 'little pet' and 'draga mea' and brushes your hair and whispers into your ear" Her voice begins to crack as tears well up in her eyes. "and tells you how special you are to her. Shit she may even tell you that she loves you. But she doesn't."

You think in a weird way she's trying to warn you.

"She loves ME."

Never mind. This must be the "blinding jealous rage" that Zina was talking about earlier.

"And if you don't fucking back off you will regret it. I will make you regret ever stepping foot into this castle. Got it?"

All you could do was nod, you really didn't know what to say anyway, but you also figured it was best to speak as little as possible and just let her get it out and not add fuel to the fire. She shoves past you and you stand there for a second, your brain trying to process all of, whatever that was.

You head back to your room, you easily dismiss everything that Stefana said, Zina warned her, and you, if she didn't listen and got too caught up in it, that's on her. The one thing you weren't able to shake was what your Mistress did to her. You've heard rumors' of the horrors that take place here, but so far, you really haven't witnessed much of anything, sure there were often pools of blood, tattered pieces of clothing occasionally, the girls leaving the castle clean and returning with blood all over their clothes and faces, never sure if it was animals blood or not, but you never witnessed any of it. Which frankly, you were fine with. You couldn't help but feel a little guilty about her wounds, if that was your Mistress' way of giving someone a warning, you don't want to even try and imagine what their punishments would be.

"But she wouldn't do that to me, right?" You catch yourself thinking. "Shit. Don't get attached outside of the chambers." You remind yourself. That was one of the dangerous things about your mistress, she can make anyone feel special, chosen, like they mean something to her. The general consensus is that they don't mean anything to her, maybe it's her way of having an intimate moment with someone without commitment, or how she displays her power and authority, you weren't sure, but you wanted to know more, to figure out why. So much of you wanted to peel back the layers of her until you're able to see what's underneath the icy exterior. And you know that that's a very dangerous thought, it might as well be a death wish. But there was a small part of you in the back of your head that made you think it was different with you, the rational side of you knew that was a ridiculous thought, but that small, shiny thought was tempting to dive into.

Your concentration on your thoughts is broken when you hear a knock at the door, you open it to see Zina.

"Oh, Zina, hi."

"I came to collect your tray."

You look over at your tray, completely untouched. She gives you a look.

"Sorry, I was distracted, I was thinking about something."

She gives you a concerned look but doesn't say anything.

"No, no, not that." You say quietly. "Well, kind of," she goes to speak but you cut her off. "Stefana berated me in the halls, I was thinking about that part of it."

Her face relaxes and she nods her head. "How many times do I have to tell that girl-" she says to herself as she shakes her head. "You know if I witness her doing anything to you, I must report it to the Lady, right? Her orders given directly to me. And so you know, Stefana's 'punishment' from that last stunt she pulled will be considered a vacation compared to the wrath she is going to face if she does anything else."

"I understand. I can't believe she," you say quietly as you put your hand over your stomach.

"Dear, I know you're still relatively new here, and it's been quite uneventful the last few months so not much has happened. But, that," she points to your hand over your stomach. "was her being generous. Very generous." You swallow hard at her words. "I have been here for what?" She pauses to think. "30, 35 years? I have seen things no one should ever witness, things that should never happen to people, things that would be cruel to do to worthless animals, no less human beings." despair begins to creep its way into your chest. "But, I have also seen incredible kindness, a mother who dotes on her children, children who are a handful, yes, but children, sisters, who fight and bicker to no end, but love each other more than anything else in this world. Children who adore their mother. The Lady can be horrifically ruthless, as can the girls, but, nothing is ever 100% evil or 100% good, and they have good in them, you just have to look a little harder sometimes to see it."

"How, how did you survive here all of these years?" You quietly ask.

"I did my job, and damn well, I listened to everything the Lady told me, did everything she asked of me, yes I had some slipups, my fair share of punishments with the scars to prove it. But I didn't let the darkness I saw here affect the light in me." She says, pointing to her chest. "And I was kind, to the Lady, the staff, the other maids, even to those that were mean, people you'd think were 100% evil, and kind to the girls, especially the girls. One thing I will tell you, the Lady would slaughter every single living creature here for her girls, myself included. They are her sun, moon and stars. You've been really good with them, and she's taken notice. They are not easy to deal with, but I will say even I'm impressed with how well you deal with their antics. I think that's a big reason why she chose you, the ones that her girls don't get along with never last long, but they seem to have taken a liking to you. And that is certainly not something to take for granted." She looks over at the tray again. "Bring the tray to me in the morning, goodnight y/n."

"Goodnight Zina."

You close the door and sit back on your bed as her words sink in, you're grateful for her brutal honesty, even if it terrified you a little. But she's right about things not being 100% evil or 100% good, you're probably going to see some pretty horrific and gruesome shit, but you have to remind yourself to look past the blood and gore and focus on the good parts. At the very least so you can survive, so maybe one day you can see the kids again, squeeze Elena and hear her shrill giggling. You have to do it for them.

[that-one-birbie]

Hobie headcanons?

- either vegetarian or vegan (animal rights)(and yes, I am aware not all punks are vegetarian/vegan)

- makes own clothes and / or alterations from thrift clothes (fast fashion sucks) (also like the idea that Hobie knows how to sew)

- Gender Queer (like to orginal concept art)(any pronouns)

- probably knows how to play other instruments. (Drums?)

- ACAB

He doesn't have a drivers licence (he doesn't believe in a paper saying he can't or can not drive) /hj (although maybe he drives a motorcycle instead)

- despite his tough appearance, he has a heart of gold (he took in Gwen when she was homeless *Hobie himself was homeless, according to the comic's, so he knows what Gwen is going through*)( also the way he was looking out for Miles the moment he met Miles) (his friendship with pav) ect

- Always out to help the homeless (mask or no mask)

- would be friends with Spider-man noir (they are going to punch fascists together)

- don't think he would be one to use cellphones/ social media and all that)

He listens to other music genres, too (man does not have to listen to only one type of music)

- Pirates movies, music . Boycotting (but suports small business) (maybe that's why he's living on a boat. He is a pirate)

- participates in peaceful protests as spider punk to keep people safe and help giving people a voice

- Does graffiti tag with Miles sometimes, performing at pubs with Gwen, feeds stray animals with Pav

- Hobie has a pet cat, because i say so

- Ace Hobie (because I say so and because some of yall shippers scare me)

- also pan because he loves their partner regardless of gender identity

- Hobie is absolutely geniuses (I mean, he made his own watch). Although being smart enough in technical and all that, he absolutely had no interest in school ( im not sure if he really went to school? If i remember correctly, when he became homeless, he had a job as a window cleaner) *correct me if I'm wrong*

- I feel like he had a crush or a thing with Caption Anarchy (Karl morningdew)(in comics)

- knows how to use make-up and does it absolutely beautifully. He would do your makeup for you if you ask

- runway model? If say so, but he actually just crashes the runway events because, again, screw fast fashion

- loves looking after kids and helping them (yes, only because that one scene with mayday)

- doesn't buy flowers and rather gather them himself

- Does his own piercings

That's all I have for now :)

[upat4amwiththemoon]

hi can you do a wanda! x reader who has adhd and constantly forgets to take their meds and to eat so wanda reminds them all the time i love ur fics by the way!

Real life reminder

Summary: Get yourself someone who works better than an alarm clock.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warnings: my knowledge of adhd is limited, cursing

Word count: 535

a/n: people with bad memory rise up

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @wandsmxmff @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

masterlists | guidelines

Running down the stairs of their house, Y/N picks up her work bag from the ground near the door and puts on her shoes quickly. She turns to the door, ready to leave, as she’s about to be late, but she stops in her tracks when she notices a paper taped to the door, right on her eye level.

Remember meds and breakfast!!

Love you, Wanda

“Shit.” She jogs to the kitchen, quickly downs one of the pills she has to take and grabs a sandwich that’s already packed from the fridge before going out the door.

This isn’t an unusual occurrence in the Maximoff-Y/L/N household. Most of the morning Wanda is still home in the mornings, so she makes Y/N breakfast and waits for her in the kitchen with it and her medication ready to go. But, the few times Wanda is going to work earlier than Y/N, she makes her something to eat the evening before. She knows if she doesn’t do this, Y/N wouldn’t most likely eat any breakfast, besides, she likes taking care of her girlfriend.

However, this isn’t only a morning problem.

The door opens, shifting Y/N’s focus to the hallway rather than the television in front of her. There’s already a smile on her face.

“Hi!” Wanda walks into the living room, sitting right next to Y/N to give her a kiss.

“Hey, you.” Y/N giggles, pulling her into another kiss. “How were the others?”

“Fine,” Wanda glances at the table, there’s a book and some papers on it, “have you eaten dinner yet? Or taken your meds?” She knows the answer the second she turns to look at Y/N. Her face is scrunched up. “Go take your meds.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Standing up and going to the kitchen, Y/N grabs a pill and swallows it with water.

Wanda follows her there, taking two plates from the cabinet. She takes a pot from the kitchen. “You know I made this food so you’d eat it after work. I get off so many hours after you.” She starts putting food to the plates. “And I know you aren’t remembering to eat at work.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Pouting, Y/N tilts her head while she looks at Wanda, who shakes her head with a laugh. “I forgot.”

“I texted you.”

“My phone is in my bag.”

Rolling her eyes, Wanda sets the now empty pot in the sink, leaving it there for washing. “I meed to sew reminders into your clothes.” She mumbles.

“I know,” Y/N leans against the kitchen counter, “thank you for putting up with me.”

“I take care of you, because I love you. Just like you take care of me, because you love me. I’m not just putting up with you.” Wanda’s hands go up to Y/N’s cheeks, caressing them softly with her thumbs. “You just forget things sometimes.”

“I just forget things sometimes.” She whispers back.

Smiling, Wanda takes her plate and gives Y/N her own. “Let’s eat and watch a movie now. I’ll put up some alarms on your phone later.”

Y/N hums, her attention already on the movie options.

[sits-bound]

Bound: Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic

I keep getting all these new tools for making book covers, and the latest was a foil quill pen that works with my Silhouette. So I decided I wanted to make a quarto (which is the size of a, surprise, quarter of a sheet of letter sized paper.)

So I perused my bookmarks to find a short-but-not-too-short fic and decided upon this sweet but angsty story by @tackytigerfic.

{look, let me be frank here. my decision was not not influenced by the multiple lovely comments they left via tags on my posts about binds, so yes, I am easily manipulated.}

I was happy to get the chance to use some paper that I otherwise wouldn’t use (because it’s long grain) but I also was determined to have my lovely title page spread across the middle of a signature, so I had to print it one spread per sheet instead of two, and I printed the whole thing before I realized it was not duplexing, so then I had to take out every other sheet and manually duplex it because I couldn’t get it to flip correctly blah blah blah so blah so the result is I have two complete printed typesets of this.

And then I decided to use toner foil on the first page and I had the perfect endpapers and I ran the book cloth through my silhouette with my newfangled foiling pen thingy and it only messed up a teeny bit and I went back and fixed it and look, it’s so cute!

(The foil quill in all its terrible sounding glory.)

I also gave sewing endbands the old college try again and, well, I just need to practice more.

PS the title page was again created using the text to vector feature in Illustrator and I am undecided about how icky I feel about it.

Now. What next? (Besides the never ending project that is typesetting All the Young Dudes.)

[kckt88]

Take My Breath Away IX

Summary:

Vaeryna returns to Kings Landing and encounters problems within her marriage to Aemond after he is named Master of Laws.

Warning(s): Language, Anger, Running Away, Kissing, Smut - Rough P in V Sex, Oral Sex - M Receiving, Remorse, Regret.

Word Count: 4743

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

GREENS WIN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

Tag List - @a-beaverhausen, @ammo23, @immyowndefender, @watercolorskyy, @toodlesxcuddles

Smut scene from Dynasty has been reused.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Aegon talked nonstop for over two hours about his time at Winterfell.

He’d made friends with Rickon and some other boys, there was one girl who picked on him sometimes, but he ignored her.

Cregan would sometimes take him and Rickon out on the horses and they would play for hours in the snow, they would also train with wooden swords, and watch as much older boys would spar with the smelly bearded men that liked to stand around and complain about everything.

He also told her about learning to sew, because even though that was something girls normally did, he wanted to learn very much. There was also chance for him to learn how to hunt but he didn’t like that very much, as it made his tummy feel funny.

He told her that sometimes he would cry at night because he missed mother and father, he missed his brothers and most of all he missed her.

Aegon seemed a little unsure of Rhaegar at first, especially when he found out who his father was, but he eventually came round when Rhaegar wrapped his tiny hand around Aegon’s finger.

“I-I’m an uncle” exclaimed Aegon in awe.

“Yes, you are” replied Vaeryna softly.

“I wish we could stay together” muttered Aegon.

“So do I little one, but you need to stay safe” said Vaeryna.

“I know” mumbled Aegon sadly as he buried his face In Vaeryna’s shoulder.

“Here I had this made for you” said Vaeryna as she passed Aegon a wrapped package.

“B-But you didn’t know I was coming” squeaked Aegon in surprise.

“No, but I was going to ask Lady Jeyne to send it on my behalf” said Vaeryna as she watched Aegon tearing open the brown wrapping paper.

“I-It’s-mama” exclaimed Aegon as he pressed the material to his nose and inhaled their mother’s scent.

“I’ve been visiting Dragonstone and I managed to gather some of mothers things, I turned one of her dresses into a blanket for you and I found some of the oils she used for her hair so I thought you might like it” replied Vaeryna.

“I love it, thank you sister” whispered Aegon.

“I apologise for the stitching; I was never any good at sewing” said Vaeryna.

“It’s perfect” gasped Aegon happily.

“Princess, I think we have smelly situation over here” said Cregan crinkling his nose.

“Seriously-you hunt and skin animals, yet you cannot handle a babes soiled cloth” said Vaeryna rolling her eyes.

“I handled plenty of Rickon’s when he was a babe, but I do not recall them being this foul, what are you feeding the boy” said Cregan smirking.

Vaeryna furrowed her brow and Cregan and then shook her head, she lifted Rhaegar from his cradle and then placed him on the bed.

“Indeed, you are a stinky dragon today” cooed Vaeryna as she changed Rhaegar’s soiled cloth.

“You’re a natural mother” said Cregan.

“I learnt from my own” muttered Vaeryna.

“Now that Aegon is distracted, how are you doing?” asked Cregan.

“I’m doing fine” replied Vaeryna.

“Are you sure, because this is me your talking to, and if things are bad, I don’t care what the usurper levies against me, I will do whatever it takes to protect you and the boy” said Cregan.

“I appreciate your kindness but really, I’m fine” urged Vaeryna.

“Just know Princess, that the North will always be your ally” said Cregan sharply.

“You have my thanks Cregan truly” muttered Vaeryna.

“Good, now may I have the honour of holding your son?”

Vaeryna smiled and placed Rhaegar in Cregan’s arms. No doubt Aemond would throw a fit if he knew.

But what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Vaeryna’s time with Aegon and Cregan was short but sweet, she had thoroughly enjoyed seeing her little brother, and knowing that Cregan was taking good care of him was a great comfort. Keeping the promise, she had made to her mother was of great importance, they were the last of her living children, but they would not be the last of her legacy as Rhaegar was living proof of that.

Aegon had been a little teary on his departure from the Vale, but Vaeryna had promised that they would see each other again.

The rest of the week went by in the blink of any eye and soon it was time for her and Rhaegar to return to Kings Landing, lest she make good on her threat and never go back. But of course, Aemond would most likely come to the Vale atop Vhagar, if she did such a thing and that was not the kind of trouble Vaeryna wanted to incite.

Of course, there were other more pleasing ways to annoy her husband and after going a week without seeing him, she knew it was long overdue.

After bidding a sombre farewell to Lady Jeyne, Vaeryna mounted her Cannibal and departed for Kings Landing.

Rhaegar was once again strapped to her chest and fast asleep as she snuggled against her.

Dreamfyre had thoroughly enjoyed her time in the Vale, and Vaeryna giggled softly to herself at the memory of seeing both dragons snuggled up to one another as they slept.

Eventually Kings Landing appeared in the distance and instead of feeling apprehensive, Vaeryna felt contentment, she had really enjoyed her week in the Vale, but she had missed Aemond, even though he was a complete twat the last time she saw him.

After both dragons circled the Red Keep a couple of times, roaring loudly to announce their arrival, Cannibal and Dreamfyre landed just beyond the city walls, where Vhagar was currently sleeping.

She opened one large eye, when the two dragons landed and huffed in annoyance at being disturbed.

Vaeryna bid farewell to Cannibal and Dreamfyre and made her way back to the Red Keep, luckily it was a nice day, so Vaeryna enjoyed the walk.

Rhaegar appeared to have woke up but instead of screaming the place down, he silently observed the world around him.

Vaeryna had expected Aemond to be waiting for her as she approached the entrance to the Red Keep, but he wasn’t there, only Ser Arryk appeared.

“Welcome back Princess, I trust you enjoyed your time in the Vale?”

“I did thank you” replied Vaeryna feeling a little put out that Aemond had not come to greet her or Rhaegar.

Vaeryna didn’t speak to Ser Arryk again, as she followed the guard to her chambers, trying to ignore the growing sense of unease swirling in the pit of her stomach.

However, when she entered her chambers, she let out a surprised squeak as she was greeted by the sight of her husband, pacing the room like a caged animal.

Upon hearing her, Aemond came to an abrupt stop. His face lit up as soon as he saw her, and he wasted no time in launching himself across the room and wrapping his arms around her and Rhaegar.

“A-Aemond” giggled Vaeryna as her husband began peppering kisses all over face.

“I’ve missed you so much” exclaimed Aemond.

“I missed you too” whispered Vaeryna.

“How’s my boy?” asked Aemond as he looked down at Rhaegar who gave his father a gummy smile.

“He’s fine” replied Vaeryna as she lifted Rhaegar from the sling and placed him in his father’s arms.

“It’s only been a week and he’s changed so much” gasped Aemond.

Vaeryna watched with mild amusement as Aemond began gazing at Rhaegar, seemingly committing his small features to memory.

“How as the Vale?” asked Aemond.

“It was fine, Rhaegar seemed to enjoy it, when he wasn’t sleeping or eating of course” replied Vaeryna smiling.

“Hm” muttered Aemond.

“What did you get up to whilst we were gone?”

“The usual, training and such” muttered Aemond.

“Sulking then” laughed Vaeryna.

Aemond shook his head and then placed a now sleeping Rhaegar in his cradle.

“I feel I must apologise for my actions the day you left” mumbled Aemond.

“-Oh, really” exclaimed Vaeryna smirking.

“I should not have reacted the way I did”.

“No, you shouldn’t, but what’s done is done and I’m home now” replied Vaeryna softly.

Aemond gazed at her intently for a few moments, he almost seemed to be contemplating what to say or do next.

“Tell me you love me” muttered Aemond as he pulled Vaeryna too him.

“I love you”.

“Tell me you need me” begged Aemond as he lowered his head and pressed his face into Vaeryna’s shoulder.

“I need you”.

“Tell me you want me” whispered Aemond placing gentle kisses along the column of Vaeryna’s neck.

“I want you”.

“Hm” muttered Aemond as his fingers began untying the laces of her dress.

“I-I haven’t bathed yet” said Vaeryna shivering as the and shift slipped from her body, leaving her standing naked.

“I don’t care. I need you” muttered Aemond as he began pulling off his own clothes.

Vaeryna nodded wordlessly as Aemond kissed her, walking her backwards towards the bed.

Aemond had a ravenous appetite, he kissed, licked, and fucked her well into the hours of the night. Never fully satisfied until he’d filled her with his seed three times, and he had been so loud during their love making, that Vaeryna had to pass Rhaegar to the wet nurse.

Aemond was absolutely insatiable, even the next morning he had reached for Vaeryna and had her again.

He muttered nonsensically as he thrust his hard cock into her, begging, and pleading with her not to leave him again.

Afterwards, Aemond had wrapped his arms around Vaeryna and held her close.

At some point Vaeryna had managed to fall back to sleep, she eventually awoke some hours later to find Aemond sitting at the table, eating his dinner with one arm, and holding Rhaegar with the other.

“You should have woke me” muttered Vaeryna as she kissed Aemond on the cheek.

“I didn’t want to disturb you” replied Aemond.

“I’m surprised Ser Criston hasn’t come banging on the door, as I assume you’ve missed your morning training session”.

“Missing one training session won’t hurt, besides I had other things to occupy my time”.

“Glad to hear it” muttered Vaeryna as she reached for the cup that Aemond slid towards her.

“I requested moontea for you” said Aemond.

“Oh” exclaimed Vaeryna surprised.

“As much as I enjoy the idea of my seed taking root and seeing you grow round with my child again, I think it’s best we wait until Rhaegar is a little older before we grant him a sibling” replied Aemond.

“I agree” said Vaeryna grimacing as she downed the moontea.

Vaeryna had hoped that now she was back from the Vale, she could spend time with Aemond, and things would return to normal.

But as it turned out that wasn’t the case, as the Master of Laws Aemond had been swamped by continuous council meetings and having to fly across the realm to assuage the concerns of Lords who were still dealing with the fallout from the war.

For months there were days Vaeryna didn’t even see Aemond at all. Of course, she had Rhaegar to keep her occupied and even Jaehaera, but she still missed the presence of her husband, it was almost like he didn’t have time for her or Rhaegar anymore, and Vaeryna did not like being ignored.

Aemond had been so desperate when she had returned from the Vale, but here he was putting his duty to the King and the realm above his duty as a husband and his duty as a father.

Vaeryna even tried to talk to him about it, maybe even distract him but he let his anger get the best of him and he lashed out at her, calling her a desperate whore, so she thought she’d play him at his own game. He wanted to act like she didn’t exist, well that was exactly what she was going to do.

Vaeryna waited until she knew Aemond was in one of his usual council meetings, and she strapped Rhaegar to her chest and simply left the Red Keep on the back of her Cannibal with Dreamfyre following close behind.

Not too far of course, just to Dragonstone. But she wanted to see how long it would take for Aemond to realise that both his wife and son had gone.

Aemond hated this, ever since his brother had named him Master of Laws, he’d been bombarded by problems.

Problems which often kept him away from Vaeryna and Rhaegar, sometimes for days at a time as he had to fly about the realm and attend to moaning old cunts who couldn’t sort out their own problems.

In the beginning Vaeryna would reach for him during the night, but as time wore on, she stopped seeking out his warmth.

There were times when he would attempt to spend time with her, but he would often be called away and the crestfallen look on his wife’s face would break his heart every time.

He also missed important moments with Rhaegar, and it made him angry.

Vaeryna had tried to talk to him about what was going on and his rage and frustration had simply reached breaking point and he ended up lashing out at her.

She had tried to provide him with comfort and distraction, but he pushed her away and called her a desperate whore.

Of course, he regretted it immediately, but the damage had been done and Vaeryna furiously wiped the tears away from her cheeks and returned to their chambers without a word.

He needed a break from his duties for a few days, if only to make things right with Vaeryna, but when he entered his chambers, she wasn’t there.

Odd, his wife was usually in bed at this time.

Aemond went across the hall to the nursery, as sometimes Vaeryna would be there watching over Rhaegar as he slept, he was almost eight moons old now and he no longer slept in their chambers.

But the nursery was empty.

Where was she?

Aemond loitered around his chamber door for a moment before he went to find Ser Arryk.

The guard who was assigned to his wife was currently standing outside his mother’s chambers.

“Is my wife in there?” asked Aemond.

“No, My Prince, she dismissed me earlier and I haven’t seen her since” replied Ser Arryk.

“-And you didn’t think to tell me?” raged Aemond.

“Is she not in your chambers?” asked Ser Arryk.

“No, she isn’t, and Rhaegar isn’t in the nursery either” exclaimed Aemond.

“My Prince I-“

“-I want the entirety of the Red Keep searched now. I want my wife and son found” ordered Aemond.

“Yes, My Prince” said Ser Arryk as he rushed off.

Soon there were guards and servants searching the Red Keep for Vaeryna and Rhaegar.

Aegon and Alicent were in a flurry of panic, as Rhaegar was heir to the Iron Throne, and he was missing.

Aemond was pacing his mother’s chambers like a deranged animal and Jaehaera seemed indifferent to the whole situation.

The entirety of the Red Keep had been searched and still there was no sign of Vaeryna or Rhaegar.

So, Aegon rounded up his Kings Guard and under Ser Criston’s command they began to search the streets of Kings Landing.

Aemond donned his cloak and spent hours combing the streets, praying for any sight or sign of his wife and son, but again their search proved fruitless.

Aemond grew desperate and even held up several street beggars by a knife to the throat, before someone eventually came forward and claimed to have seen the Cannibal fly over Kings Landing some hours ago.

Why had no one thought to check the dragons, Aemond was furious with himself for not thinking of it before.

Sure, enough when he arrived at the spot where Cannibal liked to rest, the dragon wasn’t there, and neither was Dreamfyre.

“So, she just takes off from Kings Landing without a word” raged Aegon.

“I swear if anything has happened to either of them, I will rip the world apart until I find the ones responsible” snarled Aemond.

“Lets just try to calm down, she’s obviously left for a reason” said Alicent.

“It’s my fault” admitted Aemond.

“What?” asked Aegon.

“I haven’t been spending much time with her or Rhaegar lately, and I guess she felt like I’d been neglecting her-“

“-So, she just what-takes off with your son and my heir?” snapped Aegon.

“We had a big argument and I upset her-“ said Aemond solemnly.

“No excuse to just up and leave-“ exclaimed Aegon angrily.

“-Your Grace”

“WHAT” snarled Aegon.

“A local fisherman has claimed that he saw the Cannibal flying over Blackwater Bay”.

“Blackwater Bay, why would she-“ said Aegon.

“-Dragonstone” mused Aemond.

“Aemond” urged Alicent.

“I will take Vhagar and see if she’s there” replied Aemond, not waiting for an answer as he rushed out of his mother’s chambers and headed straight for his dragon.

In the hours it took him to fly to Dragonstone, Aemond’s mind was awash with worry.

This was his fault; he was too involved in his duties to even notice that his wife had absconded from the Red Keep with their son. He shouldn’t have lashed out at her; he shouldn’t have neglected her or their son.

The word failure kept resonating round his mind as Vhagar glided effortlessly through the sky.

It was well into the morning before Dragonstone appeared on the horizon and Aemond’s heart skipped a beat.

‘Please be here. Please, please’ begged Aemond internally as he had Vhagar circle the island.

It was on the second pass that he spotted the Cannibal and Dreamfyre. Aemond let out a sigh of relief and directed Vhagar to land.

After he had dismounted his dragon, he was met with a ferocious growl from Cannibal who promptly turned his back on Aemond.

Normally the dragon was quite pleasant towards him, but not today and Aemond knew he deserved it.

Even Vhagar who normally would have protected him against such a display seemed unbothered.

“Charming” muttered Aemond as he adjusted his weapons and headed towards the castle.

Since the war had ended, Dragonstone had mostly been left unoccupied, except of course for a group of people that consisted of a Maester, a couple of maids, a cook and a few guards that would swop with some of the guards in Kings Landing every so often. Not enough to provide adequate protection, but it was mostly to oversee the upkeep of the castle, as it was a symbol of Targaryen ancestry and needed to be looked after.

The guards directed Aemond to the throne room, and when the double doors opened, he was greeted by the sight of his wife sitting upon the ornate carved throne.

“Husband” said Vaeryna formally.

“Wife” replied Aemond politely as he folded his arms behind his back.

“I do hope that you weren’t too distressed upon the discovery of my absence”.

“Vaeryna. Please” said Aemond.

“So now you call me by my name, and here I thought I was nothing but a desperate whore”.

“I should not have called you that” muttered Aemond as he walked towards Vaeryna.

“No, you shouldn’t” snapped Vaeryna as she rose from the throne and slowly descended down the steps.

“But you should not have left the Red Keep without word”.

“Surprised you even noticed” muttered Vaeryna as she turned away from Aemond and began walking down one of the adjacent corridors.

Aemond followed Vaeryna in silence, despite it’s provenance he did not know this castle.

Vaeryna pushed open a large ornate wooden door and soon Aemond was standing next to a huge carved map of Westeros.

“The painted table” said Vaeryna as she ran her fingers over the stone map.

“I’ve read about this” said Aemond.

“Aegon the conqueror planned his invasion of Westeros at very this table” replied Vaeryna.

“Your mother also made her plans at this table” said Aemond.

“Yes, she did, she used to sit right there” replied Vaeryna as she pointed to the elevated singular chair positioned to the side of the table.

“Where is Rhaegar?” asked Aemond.

“With Maester Gerardys” said Vaeryna.

“We need to return to Kings Landing”.

“No, we do not. This castle is the seat of the heir, it belongs to Rhaegar, but as he is not yet of age, I’m within my rights to claim it” said Vaeryna.

“So, what? Your just going to stay here with Rhaegar”.

“It would suit you wouldn’t it, your desperate whore of a wife out of sight, leaving you free for your duty as Master of Laws” quipped Vaeryna.

“Vaeryna. Stop” said Aemond his lip curling.

“No, I won’t stop. For months now you’ve been treating me as if I don’t exist, even your own son hasn’t been enough for you to bother” snapped Vaeryna.

“I have a duty to the King and the realm-“ answered Aemond.

“What about your duty to me? To our son?”

“I’ll admit that I’ve been distracted recently but-“

“-No Aemond. I do not care for your excuses. Go back to Kings Landing” snarled Vaeryna as she walked out of the room.

Aemond took a deep shuddering breath and followed his wife, until she stopped so abruptly that he almost crashed into her.

“I’m-sorry for the last few months, I did not mean to leave-“

“-Your apologise mean shit to me, because as soon as the King whistles, his loyal dog will come” said Vaeryna as she opened the wooden door and stepped inside the dimly lit room.

“Do not speak to me in that way” snapped Aemond.

“I shall speak to you anyway I please. I am not someone you can simply command, and I’m certainly not afraid of you”.

“Oh really” challenged Aemond, drawing himself to his full height.

“Yes-really, now do yourself a favour, and fuck off back to your King” said Vaeryna.

“No” replied Aemond sternly.

“Fine. I will take Rhaegar and leave Dragonstone. Leave you and your fucking King”.

“YOUR NOT FUCKING GOING ANYWHERE” snarled Aemond viciously.

“Going to stop me, are you? How exactly are you going to do that when you barely pay me any attention. I bet you wouldn’t even notice that I’d gone” balled Vaeryna.

“You will not leave me. You will not take my son” ordered Aemond his lip curling.

"I will fly my Cannibal across the narrow sea and you will never see either of us again" threatened Vaeryna as she stood against Aemond, her body pressed against his.

"NO, YOU WON'T!"

“What are you going to do about it” snapped Vaeryna.

“YOU WILL NOT LEAVE ME”

“I shall and you will never-“ stuttered Vaeryna as Aemond suddenly lunged forward and pressed his lips to hers.

Vaeryna ripped herself away from Aemond. Staring at him as she put a hand to her mouth.

The resentment swirling in the pit of her stomach was now morphing into something else. The dormant fire of their relationship was roaring to life once more. Coursing through her body.

One kiss, that was all it took. She needed more. She needed him.

Suddenly Vaeryna wrapped her arms around Aemond's neck and drew him in back in.

Their kiss was rough and vicious. Consisting of teeth and tongue.

It had been so long since they’d shared any form of intimacy.

Aemond backed Vaeryna towards the bed, his hands tearing off her dress until it was a ragged mess on the floor.

It was an eruption of frustration and passion. Hands everywhere, grabbing, scratching, and pulling at one another.

Aemond took a brief minute to yank off his leather tunic and shirt before he shoved Vaeryna on the bed, her back colliding with the mattress with a soft thump.

His body covered hers as he sucked and licked the delicate skin of her neck, leaving red marks in his wake.

Vaeryna moved her head to the side and moaned loudly as she felt Aemond’s teeth nipping at her skin.

Aemond pulled away to unfasten his breeches and push them down, freeing his hard cock.

Vaeryna lay back on the bed, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.

Aemond runs his hand up and down the length of himself, eyeing his wife with an animalistic hunger, a smirk on his lips as she parts her legs for him.

As he guides himself to her entrance, she barely has a moment to adjust before he is pressing his cock forcefully inside and stretching her brutally, causing her to cry out.

“FUCKING TAKE IT!” spits Aemond, wrapping a hand around her throat while the other digs into her hip, pulling her aggressively against him to meet each one of his hard thrusts.

Vaeryna can’t think of anything but the intense pounding thrusts that greet her, causing her to wail and moan, causing tears form in her eyes, before running down her cheeks.

Aemond sets a brutal pace, his hips crashing into hers.

“YES! YES! AEMOND!” screams Vaeryna.

“FUCK!” shouts Aemond as he feels her cunny clenching around his cock.

As Aemond’s hips begins to falter in their movements, Aemond snakes a hand between their joined bodies, his long fingers expertly circling her pearl, causing heat to bloom across her stomach.

He presses down more firmly, making faster movements against her bud making her shudder, as a sudden warmth crashes over her in waves making her cry out, her cunny tightening around him.

“AEMOND!!” screams Vaeryna as her hands claw at his back.

“Fuck!! baby, that’s it come all over my cock!” growls Aemond as he moves to grab the headboard, bracing himself as he continues to pound his hips against hers.

“A-Aemond” gasped Vaeryna.

With a loud animalistic groan, Aemond stills, leaning over his wife, his cock pulsating as he spills his seed deep inside her.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” asked Aemond quietly as he observed the reddened marks that littered his wife’s pale skin.

“No” whispered Vaeryna, the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Y-Your crying” muttered Aemond.

“I-I’m not crying because I’m hurt. I-I’m sorry for what I said” whispered Vaeryna as she pressed her face into Aemond’s side.

“Vaeryna” exclaimed Aemond, wrapping his arms around his wife’s shaking form.

“I would never leave you and take Rhaegar. I just feel like I’m losing you. Ever since Aegon named you Master of Laws everything has gone wrong” sniffed Vaeryna.

“I know” murmured Aemond pressing his lips to Vaeryna’s head.

“When I came to Kings Landing, I never thought I would love you so much, but I do, and it hurts when we can’t be together” said Vaeryna sadly.

“It hurts me too, but what hurt more was you just disappearing with Rhaegar, I had no idea where you were or if you were ok-“

“-That was the point” muttered Vaeryna as she once again pressed her face against Aemond.

“My love we need to sort this out, I cannot have you running off every time we fall out”.

“I shall stay here with Rhaegar and then we won’t be a bother too you” replied Vaeryna her voice muffled as she pressed even closer.

“Vaeryna we must talk” said Aemond trying to shift away but his wife refused to let go.

“No” squeaked Vaeryna as she ducked beneath the covers of the bed.

“Yes, we need to work this out. With most of the Lords appeased and satisfied with new taxes and supply chains, I will not need to travel as much and my presence in the council meetings will not take as long” said Aemond.

“Are you sure about that?” asked Vaeryna, her soft fingers running along Aemond’s muscled thigh.

“Y-Yes-gods Vaeryna what are you-oh” gasped Aemond as he felt his wife’s tongue gentle lick the tip of his cock.

“I can always stop?”

“N-No keep going” exclaimed Aemond as his wife’s hot wet mouth engulfed his half hard cock.

“I’m not so sure you realise how serious this is”.

“Yes-I understand fully, please Vaeryna do not tease me” moaned Aemond.

“I don’t know, you don’t seem very convincing”.

“I promise, I will not let my duty overrule my family again, just please-oh fuck” huffed Aemond as Vaeryna took his cock into her mouth once again. Vaeryna smirked deviously as she continued to tease her husband, she was determined to make him beg and plead for her mercy and only when he was on the brink would she finally grant it.

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thanks for the tag @jesuisici33! this came out much sappier and longer than expected but oh well. Rules: Everyone uses the same word prompt. Write as much or as little as you want for any fandom. Tag at least 5 peopleThere’s NO time limit! Just have fun! Reblog or post separately

"Carlos would kill me if he knew I was showing you this." Andrea flips through the photo album, the plastic pages crinkling against each other as she turns the through it. "This is was the first time we took him to see the Easter Bunny."

Andrea shows TK a photo of a five year old Carlos who's teary eyed and red faced. "It was also the last time we took him to see the Easter Bunny."

Andrea points at a photo of a nine year old Carlos in wide-brimmed black cowboy hat, black button down, a denim jacket and denim jeans. "He wanted to be Cordell Walker from Walker, Texas Ranger for character day at school. He said he wanted to be just like his dad."

Next to it is another photo of Carlos is the same outfit, but Gabriel is kneeling down to be level with his son. They're both wearing cowboy hats that are battling for the focus of the photo. Carlos is smiling TK's favorite kind of smile. He remembers seeing the same smile when he asked Carlos to marry him. Carlos is smiling like he's unapologetically happy.

"Who's this?" TK reaches for an amalgamation of fuzz that's sitting in the box. After pulling it out, he sees that's it a stuffed Koala that's a little weathered, faded grey and missing a blue button eye.

"Kique." Andrea says the name fondly, like she's being reunited with an old friend. "Most kids had a safety blanket, but my Carlitos." Andrea reaches out and gently rubs on one of Kique's ears, feeling the soft fur against the pads of her finger. "He had Kique."

Andrea tilts her head and takes in Kique's missing eye. "If only we knew where that eye went, though." Andrea sighs, then shrugs. "I don't know, part of me wonders if he still needs Kique, maybe even now more than ever." Andrea looks at TK and smiles. "Then again, now he has you."

TK grins at the statement, flattered that Andrea thinks so much of him. That said, TK looks at Kique and can't help but think, maybe having a couple of reinforcements isn't a bad thing. And he is pretty sure he has a couple of buttons lying around the apartment looking for a new home.

"Andrea," TK begins, hoping the answer to the question yet to be asked will be yes. "Do you have a sewing kit?"

Andrea smiles and TK feels hopeful. "I sure do."

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"Hey baby," Carlos announces when he walks through the front door. "I stopped by the pharmacy and got band-aids, like you asked. Are you finally going to tell me, oh my god." Carlos eyes widen when he sees TK's red stained fingers. "What did you do to yourself?"

"I thought I knew how to sew." TK says while looking at the tips of his fingers. "Turns out, I do not know how to sew."

TK watches as Carlos frantically opens the box of band-aids. "I promise, it looks worse than it is."

"Well it looks pretty damn bad." Carlos had already unwrapped a band-aid and is working to take off the pieces of paper on the back of it. "Why were you sewing in the first place?" He wraps the bandage around TK's right index finger. He doesn't need to, TK could do it himself, but Carlos wants to. He looks up at TK. "TK?"

"I was trying to surprise you." TK comically frowns as Carlos wraps another bandage around TK's left ring finger.

Carlos raises his eyebrows. "I'm surprised all right. What was the actual surprise?"

TK holds up a band-aid clad finger and walks into the bedroom before walking out with a stuffed koala one with a blue eye and a red eye. "Your mom took me down memory lane."

"Of course she did." Carlos mutters under his breath.

"And in doing so, introduced me to Kique, the one eyed protector." TK wipes at the red button eye. "Figured I would take matters into my own hands to make sure he has a second eye. Better to see any oncoming monsters with."

He passes the koala to Carlos, and Carlos smiles TK's favorite kind of smile. "TK, you didn't have to do that." Though, based on Carlos' reaction, and the way he instinctually grabs on to Kique like he never wants to let him go, TK think he had no choice but to do just that.

"I know, but I wanted to." TK tries to respond casually, but his grin gives him away.

"I can't believe I have Kique the Koala back in my arms again." Carlos smiles down at the mismatched eyes. "I'm going to cherish this like it's what I love most in the world. Well second most, I suppose."

"What's the first?" TK asks, eyes bright with knowing.

Carlos reaches over and pulls TK into a kiss. "You, and I think you know that."

TK smiles and it's Carlos' favorite type of smile. "I did, I just wanted to hear you say it."

no pressure tagging: @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @catanisspicy, @rosedavid, @strandnreyes, @reyesstrand, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @bonheur-cafe and @sanjuwrites :)

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100 Followers Special: Fic Marathon

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more info on the fic marathon check out this post :)

Day 3: Konig

Tags: fluff, xtall gn!reader, implied nsfw at the end, inaccurate uniform descriptions, bad German (translation below sentences)

Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in purple ・❥・indented texts are memories ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws ・❥・credit to shadeops21 for that one specific shirt described in this fic

a/n: side note, I don't play the game but I did watch the playthrough and ref the cod wiki page. Also remember how I was talking the amount of struggle I did for this fic? its because of the uniform part, can't for the life find out whether Austrian Colonel uniform is red-blue, stone gray or gold, don't even get me started on the insignia XD please if you know what the official uniform would look like lmk in the comment!

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Ah great, looks like we ran out of mayonnaise... Konig dear! Where are you?

A few footsteps were heard when you called for him, and within seconds, he was right at the kitchen door, a worrying face evident in his features.

Yes Liebling? What’s wrong?

Ah, nothing much; we ran out of mayonnaise and a few other items for the dinner I’m making tonight. Can you run to the store and get them for me?

Konig nodded as he quietly walked towards you and took your hand gently.

Do you have a list?

Yeah, hold on.

You quickly take out a piece of paper and scribble down the ingredients needed, fold it neatly, and hand it to him. You think for a moment before smiling as you pat his arm.

Grab some dessert on your way home as well, my treat.

You finish by giving him some cash as his eyes brighten up and he chuckles.

Okay, thank you. I’ll make sure to be back as soon as I can, my Liebling.

You give him a peck on the cheek as he wears his hood and wave him goodbye once he goes into the car. You go back into the kitchen and prepare the other necessary preparations, such as seasoning and washing, before wiping your hands clean.

You decided that since there was extra time and you had to wait for Konig to return with the groceries, you might as well do other chores. You head into the master bedroom, which both of you shared, and open the closets, taking out a few of his military suits and laying them on the bed. It had been awhile since you looked through and iron them since most of his outfits are at the base, so it was refreshing to glance back at the series of uniforms he had.

You run your hands along the combat shirt and pants he had before, smiling when you see the clear difference in sizes over the years. He does still like wearing his black tactical Cyre G3 combat shirt, but what you really like is his Colonel uniform.

You lift it up as you examine it closely, tracing over the different badges and insignia sewed onto the uniform. You chuckle when you recall the memory of when he came home in it.

My dear! Wow, look at you all fancy and looking important! You give a whistle and chuckle as you quickly greet him and stare at him excitedly. Ah, please don't, my Liebling, this is embarrassing… Konig said as he quickly undressed and tossed the uniform onto the floor. But you’re the Colonel! Isn’t that, like, a great achievement in the military? Konig didn't reply as he sighed and kissed your hair; he didn't make any more comments about it, and you never brought it up since it bothered him, not until two days later during the late hours. You felt him rolling to your side as he slung his arm around your waist and pulled you close. I don’t like being one; it brings too much attention to myself. He mumbles as he buries his head into your neck, and you nod in understanding after making sense of what he was talking about and cooed him back to sleep.

But it looks so cool.

You thought to yourself as you looked at the collar, lined with delicate gold arabesques, as it shimmered under the light. You give a hum before you let the impulsive thought win and decide to wear it.

Truthfully, you’re also quite tall yourself thanks to your family’s genes, standing proudly at 6 ft tall(185cm), while Konig is just a few more inches taller around 6.6 ft tall(roughly at 200cm). It’s perfect because you can easily kiss his cheek without much effort and watch him blush hard every single time. He’s never gotten used to having someone who can stare at him the way you do so openly and with ease.

You decided that if you’re going to wear something this extravagant, you might as well go full out. So you promptly remove your shirt and wear the uniform carefully. It wasn’t comfortable due to how rigid the cloth felt against your skin, and the pants were a bit longer, but once you glanced at the mirror, you were quite proud and shocked at how good it looked on you, and it fits well, surprisingly. Well, everything except the sleeves. As always, it was also a bit too long and ended on your knuckles, so you just folded them up.

An idea pops into your mind the more you stare at yourself in the mirror.

You give a hum of amusement as you twirl and stretch around, giggling when you decide to imitate your boyfriend. You take a moment to recall the times when you got to watch his demonstration practice and smirk as you start acting alert and put on your serious game face. You hold up your arms in the air as you imagine yourself holding a rifle and mutter in a deep voice.

Target secured, attack the HVT!

You say this before twisting around and making the "pew pew" sound with your hand, giggling and chuckling as you completely get lost in the moment, then you crouch down beside the bed and pretend to resume a hiding position as you mutter softly.

And they say I could never be a sniper.

You make another dramatic "pow" sound before standing up and sliding to the center of the room with a "hyah!" and standing up, glancing around until you notice a tall figure at the bedroom door that you forgot to close. You instantly stop and freeze at your place as a blush creeps up your face.

Having fun, Mein Schatz?

You let out a huff of embarrassment for being caught like this, and you felt your neck heat up as you gave a sheepish smile.

I erm- Konig-

Scheiße, Sieh dich an... Shit, look at you...

He mutters as he slowly walks towards you; each step felt calculative, so slow as you watched his eyes that kept you in place. You can’t glance away, something about his gaze feels hypnotic.

Something about the way he looks at you makes you shutter; it's intimidating but also….primal…which is kind of hot. As he finally stands in front of you, so close that your chest bumps into his, he tilts his head to one side.

I hated this uniform, but now that I see you wear it, hmmmm…

His voice is deep and drawn out as he circles you, almost like a predator studying its prey. You gulped nervously as you tucked your collar in and answered back with a meek tone.

Should I take it off?

He gives you a long thought as he stands behind you. As soon as his hands are on you, he immediately carries and tosses you to the bed as you yelp at the sudden motion.

K-Konig?

You ask as you watch him crawl towards you as he reveals a smirk, then opens his mouth and lazily runs his tongue over his teeth as he gives a deep chuckle.

No, keep it on, because I...will be the one removing it.

You swallow excitedly as you bite your lips and rest your head on the soft pillow, under his mercy as he towers over you.

Who cares about dinner anyway?

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Previous fic: Kyle Gaz Garrick | Captain John Price Next fic: John Soap MacTavish

a/n: I know everyone hc Konig to be huge at 6”10 but I went along with the military guideline on the tallest height they allow which is around 6.6 ft tall, also I took Ghost's height as a ref which is around 6'4 ((yes yes I know none of these heights are cannon)) but ye XD thinking maybe I'll write some more tall reader x Konig fic in the future though :]

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Weekly tag Wednesday !!

Thank u for the tags @spookygingerr and @especially-fuk-u !!

Name: dean :D

Age: 18

Your time zone: EST

What do you do for work: I’m in school right now so nothing, but this summer (probably in a couple weeks) I’m working at a pool store and maybe an ice cream shop

Do you have any pets?: yes!! I have a calico cat named Salem, she’s my best friend and so cute I love her so much

What first drew you to the fandom: I kept seeing clips of shameless on TikTok, I finally caved and started watching it over the summer, and I got hooked ever since (averaged a season and a half in a day), lurked around the fandom for a while but then started majorly interacting. I’ve never been normal about anything I’ve ever consumed, this is no exception (autism goes brrrr)

Morning person or night owl?: night owl baby!! Earliest you’ll get me up is 10am, I’ll go to sleep around 3-4 am (I also have insomnia)

What are your hobbies?: any type of art or craft, I paint, sew, draw, bookbind and just random miscellaneous stuff, my last art project was making spikes for my jacket from soda cans. I also read, like, a lot, mainly fanfiction bc special interest, but also I love non fiction (essays, memoirs, political theory) and some fiction (I love love love horror), I’m a major Jack of all trades, just constantly looking for something new to try

How tall are you?: 5’6” baby!

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?: anywhere warm and with a beach, I love summer and I’m built for it, I’ve considered New Orleans a lot for some reason, maybe California but I also hate west coast culture so um there’s that

Favorite color: yellow !! My and my siblings were color coded to prevent fights, and yellow was my color as a kid and it’s just stayed my favorite, and people always unanimously agree yellow is a color that Suits Me, saying i have yellow and sunshine energy, it also just best on me compared to other colors

Favorite book: this is such a hard choice, im going to say the perks of being a wallflower I think, ultimate comfort book really, but I also love to talk and think about Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison

Favorite movie?: it’s a horror movie called the empty man, it’s SO weird and SO fucked up with the most normal and sane horror protagonist

Favorite fic: I could never choose, one I’ve been thinking about A Lot is the origins of girldadism, but I also love meanest hunk of woman and enemy lines I’ll recommend them till the day I die

Favorite musical artist: I love love love Green Day i could talk abt them forever I’m going to see them in concert this summer and I’m SO freaking excited, honorable mentions are Noah kahan and old dominion

What is your average screen time so far this week?: 8 hours and 10 minutes. Higher than I was expecting considering all I’ve been doing is studying

What’s the first app you open in the morning: Spotify! I need music all the time ever, it helps me get going in the morning on weekdays, and on weekends either tumblr, discord, or Instagram depending on who’s texted me

How long have you been on tumblr: I think this summer will be 6 years?

finally (and i know this one is hard) tell me a fun fact about yourself: I’m learning my third language (Ukrainian) and planning a fourth (French, probably in college (I’m so done with Spanish bffr)) I also make my own recycled paper! I think that’s always fun to mention

I’m tagging:

@mickeym4ndy @astaraels @em-harlsnow @mickittotheman @transmickey

@transmurderbug

@atthedugouts @jademickian @liza420

And anyone else who wants to !! Ur welcome to do so !! And no pressure, you can otherwise consider this a friendly hello, fist bump, dap, and/or an “I’m thinking of you”

[impossible-rat-babies]

— B A S I C S

name: eyrie kisne nicknames: none. they inherited the title "the ephemeral shepherd" after the end of the pandaemonium raids age: 150~ years old nameday: 22nd sun of the 4th astral moon (07/22) race: veena + rava viera gender: nonbinary orientation: do not particularly care profession: adventurer + craftsman

— P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T

hair: reddish brown with streaks of pale blonde + a few grey hairs at their temples and near their ears. there are a few bald spots near the base of their ears from an intense trichotillomania flare up ~15 years ago eyes: warm dark brown skin: well worn and lightly tanned with copious amounts of sun spots, freckles and moles. a section of bleached white skin runs the length of their spin, spreading out across their shoulders and lower back. tattoos/scars: light brown tattoos of the same design as their maternal grandmother decorate their fingers and hands. their hands and forearms bleached to a pale white—almost marble like to the touch. they have too many scars to dare count them, but a notably large scar stretches from just below their sternum to right above their belly button from a reaper scythe through their chest.

— F A M I L Y

parents: their mother--yelva--is alive and well back in the forest. tending to her great grand children and her goats. their father, azmi, died in an accident during the later parts of eyrie’s wood warder training. siblings: two older sisters named lilja and brita, and one fraternal twin brother named odvirn, all of whom are alive grandparents: deceased/unknown in laws and other: none they are close with. they do have copious amounts of nieces and nephews from their sisters, but their brother has no living children. they also have seven children of their own. pets: cricket (a ferret familiar, unknowingly summoned) + flower (a carbuncle inherited upon the death of the first WoL in the coils of bahamut) + gingko (their chocobo who chose them once they finished their paladin training)

— S K I L L S

abilities: brd + smn + war/drk + ast. also trained in the tradition of the disgraced paladins of ishgard. they have some small talent in conjury, but refuse to pursue the matter further on account of “personal issues” hobbies: whittling, landscape drawing, playing various instruments (lute and pan pipes), gardening, sewing + embroidery + mending clothes

— T R A I T S

most positive traits: selfless, compassionate, loving, paternal

most negative traits: selfless, quiet, liar, shameful and guilty, vindictive, patronizing

— L I K E S

colours: russet brown, maroon, olive green, ivory, pale gold smells: oil pastels, aether, chamomile, blood textures: linen, feathers, homemade paper, oil, silky fur and rough wool drinks: mead, mulled wine, fermented sheep's milk

— O T H E R    D E T A I L S

smokes: briefly and socially some 25 years ago. they have some fleeting happy memories associated with the smell of garlean cigarettes. drinks: very occasionally and only socially with familiar company drugs: mild relaxants to help them sleep when the terrors get really bad + occasional pain meds to ease chronic pains mount issuance: "this note just says you can do what you want." been arrested: yes, several times by the brass blades in ul'dah after the calamity. mostly for petty crimes, but also inciting violence + bar fights + violence against members of the brass blades. (to which that was mostly violence in defense of the poor and the refugees the brass blades took for easy targets. they didn’t kill anyone though)

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@redwayfarers and @galpalaven tagged me in this meme ages ago and i finally got around to doing it! im gonna tag: @fourteenthz, @gatheredfates, @hinganskies, @aethergazing and whomever else!

[lolitarosaa]

heavy-duty laundry service - chapter 2

Author's note: I wrote this one during my lunch break and I finished when I got home. Such a long write made my shoulder sore. I had fun though. I will be expanding on this while my brain tries to do something with the other story. There are recurring themes in this story and the other one, they're not in the same universe though, I like the way they work together. The rose thing is for me, I have an obsession so y’all will be hearing more of these flowers from me.

Please like always excuse any grammar mistakes,

Thanks for reading my rosebuds. - rosalinda

TW: blood, torture, guns, mentions of sex, reg. John wick stuff.

The cleaning took about two days: one day for drying, one day for dismantling, three days for the order of kevlar to come in, two days to cut and shape the material, and one day to sew it back together and fix the torn suit.

"It’s beautiful," you say to yourself as you admire your handiwork. "I hope Mr. Wick will be happy."

It’s been about a week and a half since you last saw him. The tales you heard, while you were in the Marines and in the underworld, were true. John is a man of focus, commitment, and sheer will, just like a true marine.

Charlie sent you his number. You were a bit nervous to call him, and you had no idea why. It made your tummy twist in knots. It could be because of his reputation, his skill, or just because he was a very handsome man.

You bit the bullet; you called him before you hurled your phone across the room.

Ring, ring, "Hello?" His voice was like bourbon, smooth and burning.

"Hello, Mr. Wick, it’s y/n. Your clothes are ready for drop-off."

"Ah, Ms. y/n, it's good to hear from you again; I thought you had run off with my clothes."

You chuckle at his words: "No, sir, I would never".

"Good, I like that suit. Well, I'm at the Continental; just ask for my information at the concierge. I'll be waiting, dear."

"Of course sir," you hang up, and you exhale, "Wow, that was exhilarating."

The drive to the Continental was nerve-racking; you raced there to see if it would burn off some steam, but it didn't. The suit was next to you, and all you thought about was John. You hoped he would try it on, and you really wanted to see him in your revised suit.

As you swerve to the hotel, you get your suit in hand, hand your keys to the valet, and say, "Please be careful with the car." You hand him two coins, hoping the extra coin will keep your car safe. "Thank you."

As you make your way to the concierge, your heart is racing, pounding out of your chest. As you make your way to the desk, there's a man there with papers in his hand; his name tag says, "Charon."

“Excuse me, Charon,”

“Yes? Oh, Ms. y/n. Mr. Wick has been expecting you; he told me to give you his room key and his room information. He is in room 818, and here is his room key.” He slides you the room key, and as you take it, it feels heavy in your hand; it's steel, but in your mind, it weighs about a stone.

“Thank you, Charon,”

“It’s a pleasure, Ms. y/n.”

As you make your way to the elevators, you think to yourself, "Why would he give you a room key? Couldn't you just knock? What if you find him in a compromising position? Well, you wouldn't mind that.” Ding. The elevator ding startled you from your not-so-clean thoughts; the room at the end of the hall, his room, your blood runs cold, one foot in front of the other, breath, you remind yourself.

As you take the key from your back pocket, you insert it in, you open the door with shaky hands, and you step in, saying, "Mr. Wick, I’m coming in; it’s y/n." You make your way in, you hear the shower running, "Ohh, this could be awkward," you think to yourself, the knot in your stomach getting tighter, your legs running cold. As you walk into the room, you walk to a side table with a chair next to it, and you sit with the suit in hand.

You sit and wait. You look around the room; it’s a standard hotel room with nothing much to see, but you were so nervous for your encounter that your eyes darted across the room. You heard the water stop, and your body tensed up as you waited for the door to open.

As the door opens, your eyes are trained on the door knob. As John steps out, you see him in a towel. Your face perks up a bit. As John enters the room, you stand still, scared to move or make a sound. Your eyes follow him as he sits on the bed.

“So, Ms. Y/N, that’s my suit?”

You take a deep breath as you try to concentrate on the conversations and not on his hair dripping wet or the droplets of water trailing down his body.

“Yes, Mr. Wick, please take a look.” As you stand and turn to open the dust bag, you can feel John’s eyes on you, analyzing and taking you in. As you hand it to him, he makes contact with your hand and says, "It’s warm and rough."

"It’s heavier, and it looks better than before." He takes the suit and studies it, looking at the stitching, the inside of the jacket, the cufflinks, and the patching from the injuries he received the last time they met.

“Tell me, what’s different?” As you step towards him, you take the jacket and show him the inside.

“Well, Mr. Wick, as you can see, the lining has been replaced; the inside of the jacket has two layers of kevlar, and the pantsuits also have two layers of kevlar. The lining was too damaged to be patched, so I had to replace it, as the suit was an older model and didn't have any protection. And as you have come into this line of work in unfortunate circumstances, my best bet was to insert two layers instead of one, which is why I also added it to your pantsuit. Better be safe than sorry. The cufflinks were my personal touch—part of my brand, if you will.” You say this as your hand slides to the silver rose cufflinks.

“Personal brand? Please expand on that, Ms. Y/N.” He said this to you as he looked into your eyes.

"Well, it meant to represent my call signal when I was in the Marines, which then became my alias here in the underworld. My call signal was Rose. I was in the Special Operations Command; I was clean up, and as a woman, the command believed I was not suited for the missions that were taken. It was a load of bullshit. I'll tell you that I was the second best sniper; if you were to ask me, I was number one, but that prick, Miller, had the balls to say he was better." You say that you remember who you're talking to.

"Um.. sorry about that, sir. It’s a touchy subject, since I was KIA," you say, as there is a hot rush of blood going to your cheeks.

John is trying to process what you have said: "So you're a Marine? And you were killed in action?"

“Yes, well, in a way, as you can see, I'm standing here now.”

"So, what happened?"

"It's a long story that I don't mind telling you, but not right now; you are a busy man. The only thing I can say is that Bastard Miller is at the bottom of the ocean."

"Well, Ms. y/n, I am intrigued; I can't wait to hear more."

"Of course, sir. Now, may I see the suit on you? I want to know if there’s anything to fix or adjust."

"Sure, dear. Let me get changed; you can stay here; I'll change in the restroom."

"Sir, are you sure? It's your room after all; I don't want to be a bother."

"Nonsense, Ms. y/n, please stay; it won't take long."

"Very well, Mr. Wick." You say as John stands up and walks to the restroom, your eyes following him, you see his tattoos, "Oh god, give me strength; don’t let my thoughts win." The door closes, you gasp for air, your hands on your knees for support. "Holy shit," you say to yourself as you walk to the chair and sit down. No man has ever given you lightheadedness before; you don't even know how you stood so close to him and did not pass out cold.

Wrapped in your thoughts of what you have been through, you don't hear the click of the hotel door. You are slouching in your seat, hard to see, and the movement behind the plane glass headrest makes you alert.

You may be a cleaner and a seamstress now, but in your past life, you were a Marine, and a damn good one. You always carry weapons on your person. You lean down enough to not be seen and grab your gun behind your back and stay in position. It’s a woman, and as she moves to the left of the room, John comes out of the bathroom. "Well, Ms. y/n, you did a goo-'' The woman moves her gun to shoot; she doesn't see you as she moves. You tackle her down, and her gun shoots upward, hitting John in the shoulder.

"Ahh, shit, Perkins, don't you know the goddamn rules?" You say to her:

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?" She struggles to free herself.

"On the job, now stop moving." You sit on her chest, one leg on her legs, one hand on her arm, the other on her neck, and your other leg on her arm.

"Fuck you, uhtu," she spit in your face.

Spit drops from your eye to your nose. "You fucking bitch, I always knew you were fake." Your hands travel to her neck, your legs move to her arms, keeping her still, and you try to choke her out. As she gasps for air, John stands up and runs to you.

"Y/N, let her go; she can help us find where Losefs hiding," John said, with an arm on your shoulder.

You do as told and let her neck go; she sucks in as much air as she can and coughs. "Bitch," you say to her.

As you stand up, John grabs Perkins, and you go to the bed. You move the comforter and grab the flat sheet, ripping it into long strands. You move Perkins, now sitting on the chair where you were sitting, and you tie her hands to each other and her legs to the chair.

"Well, y/n, you sure did not lose your touch; you still fight like a Marine," John says as he looks at you.

"Thank you, sir." You wipe the remaining saliva off your face. "How’s the suit holding up?" you say as you look at the shoulder hit.

"Good, I'm not bleeding." John said it with a smile on his face.

"Oh god, stop trying to get yourselves off and kill me already." Perkins said as she groaned.

"Oh, shut up, Perkins," you say, moving to grab your gun that was under the bed when you kicked it in the tackle. You cock your gun and aim at her foot. You shoot.

"Ahh! You fucking bitch!" she shouted in pain.

"Don't you ever spit on me again, you piece of shit," you say as you put your gun on safety and place it on your back.

John looks at you, a bit surprised at your display but not unimpressed. A little smile on his face.

"Now, Ms. Perkins, will you kindly tell us where Losef is hiding?" John said it with a bit of an evil smirk on his face and a tone of amusement.

"Fuckin’ cocksucker," Perkins said under her breath.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" John asks.

"Fuck you," she said a bit louder.

John steps on her injured foot and says, "Ahh! Shit!" She yelled.

"Now, tell me what you said," John said while gritting his teeth. "No, he can't be hot in this situation; god, he looks good in that suit." you think to yourself as you stand back and let John do his interrogation.

"Fuck!" John places more pressure on her foot, digging his heel into the bullet hole.

"Fine! I'll talk! Ahh!"

"Good, tell me where Losefs is." John grabs her hair and pulls her face upward, looking into her eyes.

"I don't know where he is!" John places his foot on her bloody foot again.

"Then what do you know?" He grits his teeth and digs in the wound again.

"Ahh! In Little Russia, there's a church. It’s a front; it’s where Viggo keeps his stash." He lets go of her foot.

"Good." He moves his hand, and with the hand holding his gun, he hits her with the butt of his gun, knocking her cold. Her body slumps forward.

You turn to the phone, picking it up. "The front desk, please?"

"Hello?"

"Ah, Charon, we need to clean up here."

"Clean up? Did the job go better than expected?" Charorn said with a tone of delight

"Uhh, no, not that kind of fun; we had an uninvited guest try to kill John and me."

"Oh, I see; pardon me. Okay, I’m sending someone up now."

"Thank you,"

"And again, Ms. Y/N, I am so sorry."

"It’s fine; it was funny," you say as you let out a chuckle.

"Okay, thank you, Ms. y/n."

"Sure," you say as you put the phone down.

"So what was that about?" John looks at you,

"Ah, Charon thought we had sex," you say as you walk closer to him.

"Did he now?" He looked at you with his eyebrow going up in amusement; it seemed he was staring into your soul.

"Yeah," you say, looking away from his gaze and trying to compose your red cheeks.

A knock on the door is heard, and John cocks his gun.

"Don’t shoot; it’s clean up," you say to him as you turn your head towards the door.

"Come in; the doors are open!"

“Ms. y/n, Mr. Wick, we are here for clean-up.” The man in uniform is standing near the doorway.

“She is right there;” you gesture to Perkins. “She is alive and just knocked out."

"Okay, we will take it from here." The man said as one of his men cut her from the chair, placing handcuffs into her hands, and putting her on his back.

"Excuse me," the man said, "the management has given you the presidential suit as an apology; we are very sorry for the events that occurred." He hands the new keys to John and says, "Please don't hesitate to ask for anything you both may need; also, please remember to hand your room keys in."

“Thank you, John,” and I say it at the same time.

“Of course,” the man in the suit leaves.

“Well, that was something, wasn't it?” You say this to John with your head looking down. “So what now?”

“Well, we go to the church,” and he looks at you and hands you the extra key.

“I’m sorry, we?” You ask in surprise as your head shoots up to look at him.

“Yes, we. I need your help, and you're a good fighter.” He comes to you with the key in hand.

You take a deep breath. The idea of being on the hunt again excites you to the core; the rush of adrenaline. You sigh.

“Fine, we'll take my car.” You say this as you take the key from his hand. “And now that we will be working together, call me y/n.”

“Okay, deal, but you stay with me until we finish the job, and you call me John no more, Mr. Wick.”

“Got it,”

“Okay, let's get to work.”

[bitchinfawkseh]

Heaven Knows Your Name, I've Been Praying: Chapter 21

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Summary: They all take some well-deserved days off and go spend Christmas at Cheryl's Mother's.

W.C: 5163

Warnings: N/A

[A/N] a little taste of the apple pie life <3

Masterlist | AO3

Gift shopping the day before Christmas Eve was hardly an enjoyable experience, especially because Cheryl wouldn't tell Dean what to get her Mom. She kept saying: she'll like whatever you get her, cariño. But he didn't want to get her some cheap lazy gift – he wanted to impress her. He was dating her daughter after all. 

“You said she's a seamstress, right? Dean asked. When Cheryl didn't answer, he spun around only to see her checking out the fluffy towels he just passed. She got so easily distracted while shopping, she wanted everything she saw. Dean's eyes narrowed, “Babe.” He said in an attempt to grab her attention. Cheryl lazily turned her head over and tucked her bottom lip between her teeth before smiling. “Yes?” She answered. 

“Maria is a seamstress, right?” 

“Yes, but she hasn't been taking as much work nowadays. Her machine broke so she is sewing by hand.” 

“Her machine – her sewing machine?” 

“Yes…” 

“Where could I find that here?” Dean asked before glancing around, it was a Walmart, they had everything… hopefully. Cheryl looked through the different colour options the towels had. “Mmm… check the crafts section, if you see yarn the sewing stuff is usually around the corner.” 

“Thanks, babe,” Dean said before pressing a quick kiss to her cheek and jogging off. Cheryl smiled faintly and watched him run off, he was so eager to get her Mom a good gift. It warmed her heart. 

Dean inspected the variety of sewing machines, however, he didn't know which one was best – or what special edition meant. He stroked his chin with furrowed brows, he was debating just grabbing the most expensive one to play it safe. It's not like it'd hurt his wallet or anything, credit card fraud came in handy in times like these. Unknowingly, an employee strolled up behind him to offer some assistance. “Is there anything I can help you with?” She asked. Dean spun around, slightly startled that she snuck up on him but he nodded. “Yeah, uh, lookin’ for a sewing machine for my girlfriend's Mom. She's a seamstress – I've got no idea what I'm doing.” He chuckled humorously. The woman nodded along before pointing to the sewing machine box that said special edition. “I recommend this one, it has multiple speed settings and comes with a protective case that has storage.” She explained. 

“Oh, sweet!” Dean exclaimed. “Thanks for the help,” He added gratefully. 

“No problem.” 

This sewing machine box was heavy – and it didn't help that he was doing his second loop around the entire store trying to look for Cheryl. He called her, no answer, texted, no answer. He knew she was likely looking at something that caught her interest and wasn't paying attention, but damn it was annoying. “Cher!” He hollered out without any shame. She didn't answer, but he did see her near the Christmas decor – and she had filled the cart with various unnecessary things. Dean hurried towards her and dropped the sewing machine into the cart. “Do you really need all this stuff?” He scoffed. Cheryl glared at him and nodded fervently, she did need all this stuff. “Yes, we need wrapping paper, tape, bows, name tags…” 

“But do you need towels?” Dean asked with a cocked brow. Cheryl pouted her lips together, “It was a good deal…” 

“Where are you gonna put ‘em?” 

Cheryl sighed before taking the pile of towels out of the cart and setting them on an empty shelf. “Fine, have you got everything?” 

“Yup, got a gift for Sammy, Carlos, your Mom, and I got one for you yesterday.” He winked. 

“Really? What is it?” 

“I ain't gonna tell ya.” 

“You're the worst.” She smiled as she started to wheel the cart to the checkout station. Dean grinned and looped an arm around her shoulder, he pressed a sweet kiss to her temple. “Yeah, well, you're the one who kissed me first.” 

“I think I'm beginning to regret it.” She teased. 

Dean gasped, “You wouldn't dare.” 

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“What the fuck are you doing!? All you have to do is untangle them!” Carlos hissed through clenched teeth. Sam scowled up at him as Carlos was up on the ladder perched on the porch. “That's what I'm doing! This is like a giant knot!” He shouted back. 

“Well, I just got a huge damn tangle while trying to string these up!” 

“That's not–” Sam was cut off by Maria coming out onto the front porch with a warm cup of coffee for each of them. “How is it coming?” She smiled. 

“Good.” They both said in unison. Maria set the mugs on the small table with a dead pot of flowers. She was a nice hostess, they had no reason to complain. “Ah, well, Cheryl and Dean will be back soon, so Dean can help.” 

“Oh, yeah that'll be great.” Sam nodded. In reality, it wouldn't be. Dean had a horrible temper. 

“Well, I should go inside now and start making dinner,” Maria said before stepping back to the front door. Maria was excellent at cooking, everything she made was mouth-wateringly good. Thankfully, the Impala pulled up into the empty parking spot on the street in front of Maria's house. “Oh, wonderful. They are already back!” Maria smiled. Cheryl hopped out of the passenger side and went to grab the bags from the trunk. “Mom, I'm going to be wrapping in the basement, don't come down.” 

“Okay, my dear. Come help with dinner when you are done.” 

“Okay, Mamá,” Cheryl replied as she hooked another plastic bag over her wrist. She glanced up at Dean as he rounded the trunk, “You'll have to carry in my Mom's gift, it's too heavy.” She said. 

Dean nodded, “Yeah, I've got it.” He quickly pecked her lips before heaving the sewing machine out of the trunk. Thankfully, it was covered with many plastic bags so Maria wouldn't know what it was. 

Dean made sure to carefully kick his shoes off onto the mat before walking into the house, he wasn't accustomed to having to take your shoes off before entering a home, but he followed Maria's rules. It was the polite thing to do. Maria held the basement door open for them, and Dean descended the rickety unfinished stairs first. This was the same basement they stayed in almost two years ago, he was bewildered that so much time had passed. The basement looked practically the same, except for the space heater pointed to Cheryl's side of the bed that they shared. She bundled up in layers and hogged all of the blankets even with it on while Dean usually was stripped down to his underwear and sweating buckets. 

He set Maria's gift down on the floor before helping Cheryl with the rest of the bags she had. Dean wondered why she insisted that they sleep down here when there was a perfectly good room upstairs. It was her and Rosità's old bedroom – and it had real heat circulating. “Hey, babe. Can I ask you a question?” Dean started hesitantly. 

“Sure,” Cheryl answered as she began to inspect the various tubes of wrapping paper she picked out. One was a simple red and green checkered pattern, and the two others were red with snowflakes on them. Christmas was her favourite holiday, she liked to go all out for it. Dean swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before continuing, “Why didn't you want to sleep in your old room? It's warmer up there.” He asked. 

Cheryl sighed and circled her arms around his neck, “Being confined to that room for four months unable to do anything for myself kinda ruined the possibility of me ever sleeping in there again. Plus, nobody can hear us having sex down here. So it's a win-win.” Dean's lips thinned momentarily before he grinned, Cheryl was just great – she was as dirty-minded as him, and was always up for some good fun together. “Yeah? Well… I mean… I'm sure they won't notice if I take ten extra minutes to help Sam and Carlos out with the lights…” He said huskily. Cheryl shook her head slowly and bit her bottom lip tauntingly. “Mmmm… my Mother would notice, and she's a devout Catholic. You're lucky she's allowing you to sleep in the same room as me.” 

“Hey – for real?” 

“Yes, she made Carlos sleep in a different room even after we were married whenever we stayed over.” 

Dean grinned mischievously, “Maybe she likes me more…” 

“Mmm, I think she wants more grandchildren.” 

Dean's eyes widened and his jaw went slack. He wasn't used to having his girlfriend's Mom wanting grandchildren – especially him fathering them. Dean let out a high-pitched nervous chuckle, “Oh – I– uh, shit. I hate to disappoint but I'm not gonna have kids.” 

“Me neither. She has Owen, she'll be fine.” Cheryl said before pecking his lips. Dean was going to die in less than a year, so, no children for him. Cheryl was nowhere near ready for children, and quite honestly, she didn't know if she ever wanted to date again after Dean… dies. If he dies, that is, secretly, she's been doing her own research and plotting to try and get him out of the deal. So far, she's had no luck. 

Cheryl reluctantly pulled away from Dean and plucked a piece of fluff from his shirt, “Alright, now go put up Christmas lights. I've got to wrap presents.” 

Dean kissed her again, “Yeah, yeah. Okay. What's for dinner?” 

“Enchiladas.” She smiled. 

“Mmm, yum.” Dean hummed out and patted his belly. He backed up towards the stairs and raised his brows, “I look forward to tonight, baby.” He said seductively. Cheryl giggled and waved him off, “Okay! Jeez! Go, now.” Dean went up the stairs, but not without blowing her a couple of kisses first. Cheryl beamed and glanced down at her feet shyly, sometimes she felt like this was the happiest she's ever been. The happiest she ever will be. 

Cheryl set all the gifts that she had wrapped perfectly neatly under the tree, arranging them until they looked nice. They never really had a lot of gifts under the tree, just one for everyone from everyone. Cheryl was curious about what Maria got Sam and Dean – she was also curious about what Carlos got for Dean. Under the tree, there were also gifts for Marshall and Owen, who were coming over on Christmas day. Owen was three now – he was walking and talking, and his temperament was a thousand times worse. Cheryl smoothed out her t-shirt before going to join her Mother in the kitchen. 

“How's it coming?” Cheryl asked as she immediately went to scrub her hands clean. Maria glanced up and smiled, “Almost done. Did you wrap all of your gifts?” 

“Yes, they are under the tree.” 

“Wonderful, how was shopping with Dean?” 

“It was nice, he was quite worried about finding a gift for you.” 

“Did you tell him I'll like anything he gets me?” 

“Many times, he didn't seem to believe me.” 

“Oh my,” Maria chuckled, shaking her head. She was quite happy that they were dating now, Dean was a complete gentleman and he would provide such pretty grandbabies. 

Maria sprinkled on some seasoning while humming softly. “You know, I really like this one, Cheryl Lynn. He is good for you.” She said, referring to Dean. Cheryl smiled faintly and glanced down at the ground before up to the front door where she could see Dean through the window helping string the lights up. “Yeah… me too.” She whispered. 

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Dean carefully lifted Cheryl's shirt over her head before beginning to press kisses all over her neck. “You know…” He whispered against her skin, “Normal Christmas is pretty great.” 

Cheryl sighed deeply and leaned into him, threading her fingers through his short hair. “Best Christmas you ever had?” 

“Easily.” He responded as he reached back to unclip her bra with a single expert hand. Dean tossed it to the floor and quickly started to palm at her breasts and kiss and suck them. They were like the perfect stress balls. 

Cheryl's eyes fluttered shut and she bit her bottom lip before allowing herself to let out a soft moan. “Dean…” She whispered out as he cupped her pussy through her underwear. Dean grinned and moved up to make eye contact with her. “You know… I've always wanted to taste you…” He said huskily. Cheryl's eyes briefly widened and she flushed deeply, she knew what that meant – but she never thought that Dean would be interested in doing something like that. “I– really?” She breathed. Dean nodded and gently pecked her lips, honestly, he'd do anything she wanted. “Yeah… I mean, hell yeah – if you'll let me.” He whispered. 

“I – yes… just go slow. Please.” 

“Of course.” He said before kissing her again. He knew Cheryl tended to get overwhelmed when she was the one receiving pleasure, he guesses that it is because she is not quite used to getting taken care of like that, or it's so good that she gets overstimulated. No matter what the real answer was, if she wanted him to ease her in, he would. 

Cheryl breathed him in and wrapped her arms around his neck as if she couldn't get close enough to him. Dean gently caressed her face and his brows furrowed as he deepened the kiss. He swiped his tongue across her bottom lip, and she parted her lips, allowing him entry. She tasted minty fresh – she had just brushed her teeth before coming downstairs, and she also had a fresh coat of lip balm on. Dean liked to ruin her after she did self-care. For some reason, it turned him on to smell the sweat and sex on her once they were finished – especially if she had showered before. 

Dean pulled away briefly to catch his breath before beginning to attack her bare neck and breasts with kisses and love bites. “My God…” He murmured against her skin in between kisses, “You're perfect.” Dean sighed contentedly. Cheryl's eyes fluttered shut and she traced the tips of her fingers along the column of his spine. She could somehow still feel his back muscles rippling beneath her touch, oh how she loved his back… Cheryl let out a staggered moan when he nipped at her under boob, and Dean grinned. “Liked that, huh?” He teased. 

Cheryl nodded fervently, “Yes – oh, yes.” She managed to say before he nipped her again. He traced his hands down from her face to her hips, and he carefully hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties. Dean crawled down until he was kneeling on the floor between her legs before dragging her panties off. He kissed and licked at her inner thighs as he did so, enjoying how she shivered beneath him erratically. 

Cheryl lulled her head to the side and panted heavily, “Oh, Dean…” She whispered. 

“Do you want to stop?” He asked quietly. Cheryl shook her head forcefully, “No, keep going.” She practically begged. Dean smirked before continuing to kiss and suckle at her inner thighs, she was so sensitive – so… vocal. His eyes flickered up to her pussy bared in all its glory before him, and he had the insatiable desire to put his mouth on it. But, no matter how much he wanted to, he resisted for the time being, focusing on sucking dark hickies onto her thighs. “You're so beautiful…” Dean murmured. He worshipped her as if she were a Goddess, and he was a simple mortal. That's how he felt anyhow, he was a good-looking guy, sure, but Cheryl? She was damn near perfect. 

Slowly, Dean inched his way up to her gleaming wet cunt, and as soon as he inhaled her scent, his cock hardened in his boxers. It would be embarrassing given the fact that she hadn't even touched him like that yet – but she had never judged him while they were intimate nor after, not even once. Dean knew he was safe to be himself with her. He let out a staggered groan before looping his arms around her thighs. He set them on his shoulders, hugging them tight to his head. Dean experimentally licked a strip up through her folds and over her clit, and his eyes darkened with desire when he heard Cheryl whimper. Something about the sounds she made mixed with her accent got him going. He'd heard beautiful women moan for him before, but Cheryl was by far his favourite. He closed his eyes and took in a big breath before going for it. He licked and sucked at her most sensitive spots, paying extra care to her throbbing clit. 

Cheryl threw her head back against the pillows and let out a bubble of moans. She set one of her hands on the back of his head and subtly started to grind her hips into his face. “Dean–” She gasped out and she grasped a small tuft of his hair, lightly pulling at it. Cheryl arched her back and moaned again, “Dean – oh – Dean. Don't stop.” Dean responded by taking her clit into his mouth and suckling on it lewdly, which made her gasp out and whine deliciously. Cheryl squeezed her eyes shut and fisted her hands in the sheets, “I – I'm gonna come!” She stammered out. Dean didn't even think about stopping what he was doing for a single second – he's experienced enough to know that rule. What finally pushed her over the edge was when he drew the back of his tongue over her clit, and Cheryl came all over his chin and mouth with a strangled whimper. Dean licked her clean while she shook like a leaf and caught her breath before climbing up to check in on her. 

Dean's eyes softened when he saw her face, she was completely exhausted, overwhelmed but satisfied. He smoothed her hair back away from her forehead, “You okay?” He asked gently. Cheryl smiled lazily and nodded, cracking her eyes open to peer up at him. “Mhmmmm.” She hummed out. “I'm amazing.” 

Dean grinned and caressed her cheek with his thumb before leaning down to kiss her. “Good.” He whispered against her lips. Cheryl giggled weakly and circled her arms around his neck. She hugged him to her chest and captured his lips in a passionate dance, intending to blow his mind just like he did hers. 

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Cheryl came up behind Dean and set his mug of coffee down on the table for him before kissing his cheek from behind. Carlos wrinkled his nose at the domestic sight, suddenly losing his appetite. Maria, however, beamed and set a plate full of extra bacon and eggs for Dean in front of him. “Eat up, the first thing we will be starting is the turkey and then tamales,” Maria said. Cheryl plopped down in the empty seat next to Dean and plucked a piece of bacon off of his plate. “You always go too hard, Mamá. We don't need to make all of this food.” Cheryl told her. 

“Sure I do! I am feeding 3 men!” Maria then patted the top of Dean's head sweetly, “I know he will take care of any leftovers! He says he loves my cooking!” 

“That I do.” He grinned proudly. Carlos’ brows furrowed and he raised his hands as if saying what the heck. “Hey, what about me? I love your cooking and eat it all up!” 

Maria smiled innocently, “You are not the one responsible for my Cheryl Lynn anymore, Dean has to protect her, so he must eat so he is big and strong.” 

Carlos rolled his eyes, “Fair enough…” 

Cheryl giggled and sent Dean a playful accusing look, “Yeah – you gonna protect me?” She asked teasingly. 

“With my life,” Dean promised with a grin. Cheryl smiled wide, “Good.” Then, Sam descended the stairs in fresh clothes with slightly damp hair – having just gotten out of the shower. Maria told him to sit before scooping a hefty sum of scrambled eggs onto a plate that already had some toast and bacon for him. She liked to keep her guests well-fed. “How do you like your coffee, Sam?” Maria asked. Sam tucked his bottom lip between his teeth worriedly, “I can make my coffee–” 

“Nonsense! How do you take it?” She interrupted as she set his plate in front of him with clean silverware. Carlos chuckled and raised his brows before looking at Sam, “Just tell her, it'll make her happy.” He whispered. 

“Uh… black – thank you, Maria.” 

Maris nodded and poured him a mug of coffee, passing it to him before noticing that Cheryl wasn't eating – let alone didn't have a plate in front of her. “Cheryl Lynn!” She scolded. “You need to eat! You are skinny enough as it is.” 

Cheryl flushed with embarrassment, “Mamá! I am fine, I promise!” She said, exasperated. 

“Eat breakfast!” Maria demanded. To save any further embarrassment, Cheryl ate some breakfast silently. Her Mom was quite… forceful with her love. She wondered what Sam and Dean must think – if they think it's funny or stupid. What she didn't know was that they liked the maternal love Maria had for all four of them. 

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Dean sipped on a glass of eggnog and admired the twinkling coloured lights of the Christmas tree propped up by the bay window. A normal Christmas. A normal Christmas in a house, with proper decorations, food, and family. He can't remember the last time he had anything like this – well – he was three, and his Mom was still around. Warmth, love, happiness; is this what it is like to have a family? A family that isn't driven by selfish revenge – or teaching their sons how to shoot at six years old. If it was, Dean liked having a family. He liked being a part of Cheryl's family. 

“I'm glad we came here,” Sam said as he walked up to stand next to Dean. Dean jumped a little but quickly relaxed as it was only Sammy. “Yeah, me too.” He replied. Dean glanced down at his cup and smiled sadly, “What do you think Dad would think about all this?” He asked. 

“What? Us spending Christmas with your girlfriend's family or the fact that you're dating Cheryl?” Sam asked with raised brows. 

“Both.” He answered. Sam nodded slowly before looking at the Christmas tree. They both knew how he'd react, what he'd say. “Probably be pissed off that you're giving up valuable hunting time… and he'd be a douche about how you feel for Cheryl.” 

“What do you mean how I feel for Cheryl?” Dean questioned. Sam snorted and sent his brother an accusing look as if asking him: do you want me to answer that? In the time that they have known Cheryl, which has nearly been 3 years, Dean has liked her romantically for the majority of it. While Dean didn't know it yet – nor did he want to admit it, he loved her. Dean loved Cheryl. But Sam knew, he knew his brother well. He could tell when he was in love. 

Dean's lips thinned and he gulped back the rest of his eggnog, and Sam watched. Dean told him what he was planning to gift Cheryl for Christmas – hell, he made him run out to get the stuff for it a couple of days ago. “You still planning to do that thing for Cheryl tomorrow night?” Sam asked quietly. Dean nodded slowly and inhaled deeply, he really… hoped that Cheryl would like what he planned on doing for her. “Yeah… yeah – I'm, uh, gonna take her out when it gets dark tomorrow night.” He explained. 

Sam smiled faintly, “I'm sure she'll love it.” 

“Hope so,” Dean replied. 

Plates and silverware clinking against one another came from the dining room that looked like it was hardly ever used, then Maria called out: “Dinner is ready!” Dean licked his lips and grinned ear-to-ear, he was excited for dinner – everything had been smelling amazing all day. Cheryl was in charge of the turkey – so he especially looked forward to trying that. She always said she was a great cook, but he had never tried any of her cooking for obvious reasons. “I am starving,” Dean murmured as he brushed past Sam to duck through the archway that had a mistletoe and led into the dining room. Sam snorted, “Dude, you've been eating all day – Maria called you her little taste tester.” 

“Hey! I take my job very seriously.” 

Dean took the seat next to Cheryl and admired all of the food laid out on the table. This beat a bucket of fried KFC chicken by a landslide. Carlos clapped his hands together excitedly and took the spot at the head of the table across from Maria. “Wow! Well done ladies.” He hooted. 

“Thank you, my dear.” Maria flushed. Cheryl rolled her eyes and pushed in her chair so she was closer to the table, then she took Dean's hand and entwined their fingers together. “Thank you, Carlos.” Then they all joined hands – which confused Sam and Dean at first until they all bowed their heads. Of course, they're Catholic. They are going to pray before a nice meal. 

Cheryl sucked in a breath, "Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen.” Once the prayer was finished, they all disconnected their hands and began to pass around the food and chat up a storm. Laughter, happiness, and home. Sam and Dean finally had a family – where they could always be safe, loved, and cared for without anything expected in return. This was the apple pie life. 

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Owen screeched happily and flapped his hands in excitement as Cheryl blew more bubbles for him from his new bubble wand. He kept begging for more bubbles, and each time he would say: “Auntie, you're so silly!” 

The last time Dean saw Owen, he was just a baby. It was weird that he was walking and talking now – and calling Cheryl auntie. He forgot she was technically an aunt, does that make him an uncle? What a weird thought. 

Dean grinned to himself when Owen started to giggle again and collapsed into Cheryl's lap, nearly knocking the bubble wand onto the carpet. “Owen!” Cheryl laughed before quickly screwing the cap back on. He only giggled even more and rolled off of Cheryl's lap onto the floor. Spending Christmas day with a kid was refreshing – they were so happy and excited about every little thing. Owen sprang to his feet and ran off to find his abuela, grasping one of Dean's knees with his small hand to steady himself. Dean raised his brows and turned in his chair to watch the kid run away, a soft smile on his face. “He's a cute kid.” He commented. 

“Yeah, lots of energy though.” Cheryl sighed. Cheryl sauntered up and gently caressed his cheek before letting her arm drop to her side. “How are you doing?” She asked gently. 

“Great.” He smiled. 

“Good.” She smiled back before leaning down to peck his lips. 

Cheryl then climbed into his lap without a word and looped her arms around his neck. “My mom liked your gift – she almost started crying, you saw.” She said. Dean grinned and nodded, setting either of his hands on her hips. He thought when Maria almost started to cry that she hated it – he was relieved when she hugged him. “Yeah – you think she likes me? Like… as your boyfriend.” 

“Hasn't that been obvious? She loves you.” Cheryl hummed out. She pressed her forehead to his and her eyes fluttered shut. “So… what's your gift for me?” She smiled mischievously. Dean snorted and pressed a finger to her lips, “I ain't telling you, you'll find out later…” 

“Oh – come on! I'm so excited to exchange gifts, why are you making me wait?” 

“‘Cause it has to be dark outside.” 

Her brows shot up, “Dark?” 

“Mhm.” 

Cheryl pursed her lips together, “Oooh! Now I'm even more excited!” She exclaimed. Dean chuckled and pressed a chasting kiss to her cheek. “Well, the sun's setting now. We can leave now if you want…” 

“Leave? We have to leave?” 

“Yeah, just for a lil’ bit.” 

“Hm… okay.” 

Cheryl looked out the window with furrowed brows as Dean drove out of the city – the only scenery being dark grassy plains. “Dean, where are we going?” She asked. He smiled before tucking his lips into one another, he had everything he needed in the trunk – her present was all fired up and ready to go. “Just a couple more minutes, we're going to a nice spot.” He told her. Cheryl's brows shot up and she crossed her arms against her chest. She was curious about where Dean was taking them. “You're not gonna like, take me to a secluded forest and murder me, right?” 

“What the hell kinda question is that? No!” 

“Alright, just making sure.” 

“Did you seriously think I was gonna do that?” 

“I was obviously joking, Dean.” 

Dean snorted as if to say: I knew that, and he swerved onto a gravel road before coming to a stop once they hit a clearing of trees. “Okay, I'm gonna have you wait here and close your eyes. I'll come get you when it's ready…” 

“Um… okay.” Cheryl chuckled nervously before setting her hands over her eyes and squeezing them shut. After what felt like an hour, but was really ten minutes, Dean rushed over to the Impala and helped her out of it. “Come on, come on,” Dean said as he took her around the hood of the car before sitting on the edge of it. Cheryl's brows knitted together and she glanced around the dark field. “Dean, what are we doing?” She asked. 

“Just watch.” He hushed before pointing straight ahead. 

Light sizzling echoed before a bright object soared into the sky, and then exploded into beautiful colours. Fireworks. Cheryl gasped, completely mesmerized by the red and yellow colours before another firework burst in green and blue. It was just like home – beautiful fireworks to celebrate Christmas. Cheryl set a hand on her chest and her bottom lip wobbled as tears brimmed her eyes, “Oh, Dean…” She wavered. Dean wrapped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her to his side, “Merry Christmas, baby.” He smiled. He remembered what she told him about fireworks and parades in Mexico and how she missed them. So… he decided to bring it here for her – indulge in her culture. 

As the fireworks danced in the sky before them, they cuddled into one another, enjoying each other's company. Their first Christmas as a couple… and their last… was going to be memorable. Dean glanced down at Cheryl momentarily and smiled to himself. 

He loved being a part of her family. 

He loved the apple pie life, as long as it was with her.

[gardensofthemoon]

10 shocking facts about me

Tagged by my dear @elevenelvenswords, thank you!

I love these dash games so much. I tried to think of some stuff that’d be actually surprising.

1. I witnessed an autopsy and now I know what a human skull sounds like when it’s being sawed open. And what it smells like.

2. When I was 13 I gave myself a helix piercing with a sewing needle. Without any kind of sanitisation. I kept it for 2 days before it got infected.

3. I’m very tall, over 6ft. Maybe that’s why I like the Noldor so much.

4. My religious mother sometimes sends me her university homework/papers for proofreading (Ethnology Studies) and the last thing she had me read was about… mpreg. Not joking.

5. I love languages and linguistics, and even though I only speak English, a little French and my native language, I learned the Cyrillic alphabet, the Greek alphabet, the Georgian alphabet and the Korean Hangeul.

6. I’m not a professionally trained musician but I used to sing in a choir and we performed at the most prestigious concert hall in my country. (yes I am bragging a little.)

7. I grew up with the LOTR movies as my dad is a Tolkien fan and he played bits for me and my brother right from the age of 4 or 5 years old, and because of nostalgia I prefer the movies to the LOTR books.

8. I lived in Brazil for a month and during that time I managed to get infected with a tropical parasite, while in my home country I had failed my parasitology exam at university. When I got back home and retook the exam I still had the parasite in my body. Thankfully I wasn’t in any danger.

9. I used to write princess stories as a middle-grader and I tried to write sexual content without knowing anything about it and my dad found me out.

10. For someone who has participated in surgeries and (passionately) learned anatomy on corpses, I am very squeamish about broken bones and injuries and I don’t really like gore in any kind of media.

This was really fun haha! No pressure tagging @polutrope @swanhild @saintstars @ettelene @crackinthecup @fraeuleinfriedhof and whoever else wants to join in! 💗

[hunterxreaderoneshots]

Eager to Learn - Hunter x Fem! Human! Reader (Part 1)

THANKS TO THEM SPOILERS

Hunter was struggling with too much in the Demon Realm. The image of Belos’ disgusting, deformed mutation, and his pale face standing out; it terrified him. 

“Hunter, why are you hurting me? I only wanted to help you!” 

He shuddered, remembering how his face immediately turned back into that of a monsters’. And that’s just what he is… a monster… 

His mind trailed off again, remembering when he realized he was a Grimalker. His eyes teared slightly, and he looked around at everyone else still trying to gather themselves in Camila’s snug home. He realized Luz had gone off to the bathroom, and so he made his way towards her, the thought of being a Grimwalker still fresh in his mind.

…

After months, Hunter was thriving in the Human Realm. He had learned and picked up “human hobbies” that fascinated him; he even sewed his very own shirt! Rather than having the sigil of the Golden Guard on it, it had three of the same gorgeous animals he had fallen in love with: wolves. He was excited about his shirt, but it wasn’t done quite yet. And so he put together a very fashionable set of clothes for an outing today. Of course, he needed to hide his ears so he put a beanie over them. 

Usually the Hexide Squad would wander around together, Luz leading the way and everyone following, learning the wonders of the enchanting human realm. Today, Hower, Hunter wasn’t in the mood to be around the others. He thought he had seen Belos and it tormented him to think that maybe he still existed. He thought Belos was dead after The Collector flicked him into a wall but, was he? 

Hunter shivered slightly at the thought. He looked up from the sidewalk and to the shops to the left of him: A library! He had been doing research on Gravesfield and its history of witch hunting, hoping he could get some answers. Witch Hunter: Is that why Belos named him that? No, no, no. Not now. Don’t think, don’t think, you’ll be fine…

Hunter walked in and was flooded with the smell of paper and books. The library was rather empty. There was a walkway that led to a counter where a young girl stood. To the left of it were some shelves and tables, and to the right there were computers and more shelves.

“Oh hello there!” Hunter flinched back to the sound of the girl welcoming him, “Welcome to the Gravesfield Library!” Hunter made his way towards the counter.

“Uh, hi…” He said shyly, “Uh… nice place you got here.” He said, admiring the shelves full of books. He had always loved studying different things. He was fascinated by books and the immeasurable knowledge they held. But he could never share what he learned; he knew better than to admire wild magic. No, there’s nothing wrong with that. Just… him…

“Oh, thank you!” She chirped, “We try to keep it as comfortable and welcoming as we can. Say, I don’t recognize you, are you new here?” Hunter’s face flushed red: had he just been caught? What would she do? Should he run and hide? “Uhh- I- uh- yes!” He responded quickly, “I’m new and I’m staying with a friend. I just, uh, wanted to learn more about the town since it’s so, uh- full of history! And… intriguing?” She smiled at him.

“Oh sure! We have tons of history about Gravesfield. This old town goes back to the 1600s!” She explained.

“Huh, you don’t say.” He replied, crossing his arms. “It’s incredible the change that can go on in a few hundred years.”

“Sure is!” She replied. “Anyways, if you wanna find out more about Gravesfield, we have some books over there, in the History section” she said, pointing to her right. “Look for the books under ‘Gravesfield,’ they should have a blue tag on them.” Hunter looked to his left and saw what he was looking for. 

“Oh, thank you- uhh..”

“(Y/N)! I’m (Y/N).” She said, and Hunter blushed lightly. He had never heard that name before. It sounded lovely.

“Oh, well. Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m Hunter.” He smiled softly at her. He could feel the tips of his pointed ears burning.

“Well, Hunter, if you need anything I’ll be right here.” She flashed a smile at him. “Oh, and welcome to Gravesfield by the way! I hope you like it here.” He smiled at her.

“Thank you! And yeah, I do like it here.”

Despite everything, Hunter felt at home in the human realm. How strange was it to feel at home somewhere he’d never been in? Is it a part of me that’s human and feels back at home? He froze. Was he the only Grimwalker to survive long enough to see the human realm? He felt his hands begin to shake and decided to look for his book.

After a while of looking, pulling out different books, and realizing that the dust on them meant nobody cared for these books, he found a few that interested him. They were about the old witch hunters of Gravesfield and the newer books were a revision of Gravesfield. (Y/N) had been right, there was a ton of history to learn.

He made his way back to the checkout counter. Was he excited to see (Y/N) again? He felt slightly nervous about approaching her. 

As he went up to her, she looked up from her computer and smiled, “Oh wow! You weren’t joking when you said you wanted to find out more!” He smiled shyly at her. “Heh heh… Yeah. I guess you could say I’m quite the researcher.” She smiled at him. 

“All right, well, since you’re new here I’m gonna assume you don’t have a library card. All you need to do is fill out this sheet and I’ll give you your own card in a minute! We have plenty of personalizable designs.” She pulled out a laminated sheet of paper with little examples of different designs. One caught his eyes: one with a wolf on it!

“Oh! Can I have that one?!” He asked excitedly, and (Y/N) giggled seeing his enthusiasm.

“You sure can. Here, I’ll load the card into the machine and you can give me the sheet back when you’re done.” She took the laminated sheet back and pulled out an empty plastic card from a bin on her desk. She walked towards a machine and Hunter got to work filling out his information.

It only asked for basic information like his name, age, contact information and address. He figured he’d put Camila’s information where he could, knowing he didn’t have the rest of the information the Human Realm required for humans. 

“(Y/N)! I’m done!” He said happily, looking at his work. He was more excited about the library card then about actually reading the books at this point. 

“Awesome!” I’ll be right back with your card!” She took his paper, input the information into the machine, and in a few minutes she had a library card just for him. “OK, this card is free, but a replacement will be five dollars, so be careful! You can check out as many books as you like but we have a limit of two weeks per check out. Just pop on by and renew them, and you’ll be good for another two weeks!” She explained to him. Hunter smiled sheepishly as she handed him his card.

“Thank you!” He was so excited to get his card he almost forgot why he had gone to the library in the first place. “So uh, is this it?” He asked.

“Oh, I need to scan your card and then your books,” she explained. Hunter handed her his card and stack of books, and one by one, she scanned everything.

“All right! You’re good to go!” She said happily, giving him his things, “I hope to see you again soon,” She smiled at him, and he smiled back.

“Yeah, I’d like to see you again.” He blushed lightly. Had he made his first friend in the Human Realm?

“Oh wait!” She exclaimed, pulling out another sheet of paper, “We’re having something here in Gravesfield soon!” She handed him a poster of what looked like a carnival. 

“Oh, uh, what is it?” He asked her, taking the poster and examining it. 

“We’ll be having a Halloween Festival in a few weeks. There will be all sorts of activities and fun stuff. I’ll be there with a little booth full of more books about Gravesfield. I’d be happy to see you there.” Hunter blushed and almost squeaked, she wanted to see him again!

“Oh, of course! You can count on me!” She flashed a smile at him as a light blush grew across her (s/c) face.

“Awesome! I’ll see you there!” And with that, Hunter was on his way back to Camila’s. He was too excited about seeing (Y/N) at the carnival to even care for all the books he was lugging. It’ll be ok! I can spend some time with her there and then… Then what? Hunter wasn’t sure about what he’d do, but he knew he wanted to see her again.

…

Weeks had passed and it was the evening of the carnival. Everyone had been surprised to find out Hunter knew about it before they did. The group was excited to tell Luz about the chance that there was Titan Blood, and that they could all go back to the Demon Realm.

Hunter had finished his shirt, and he wore it under his costume. He had taken extra care in his detail, wondering if (Y/N) would like it. Everyone was wearing a sort of costume, and they hoped no one would suspect they weren’t human. 

As Hunter walked around, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Belos might be… there. He tried to drown it with the hope of seeing (Y/N) again. He looked around carefully hoping to catch her form, and almost jumped with joy when he finally found her. 

He ran up to the booth, his smile ear to ear and his face blushing madly. He felt like he hadn’t seen her in forever when in reality he had visited the library as much as he could.

“(Y/N)!” He called out, and she quickly faced him, a smile on her face just as big as his. 

“Hunter! Hi!” She waved as he approached her. “How are you? Are you having fun?” He smiled shyly as he got closer. He wasn’t expecting it but (Y/N) leaned over the booth and gave him a hug. His face turned to a dark red and he froze, not knowing what to do. He couldn’t think of the last time someone hugged him. He finally embraced her too, and a strange feeling of comfort washed over him, with something else. It almost felt like the satisfaction of completing a puzzle of chugging down water after waking up from an unexpectedly long nap. He had no idea what to compare it to, he just felt like… he had been giving something he had been starved from…

She finally pulled away after a good squeeze, “I’m so happy you came! I’ve been looking for you since we set up the booth!” Hunter blushed, she was holding his hands in hers. She was so cheerful and comforting. He wanted to rest in her arms and feel her embrace again.

“Wait- really? You’ve been waiting for me?” He blushed and felt his heart race. No one had made him feel like this. No one had ever made him feel this good.

“Mhm,” she hummed, nodding, “Hey, do you mind if I come with you? I don’t think Ms. Oscar minds if I go.” He smiled and a woman behind (Y/N) smiled and waved dismissively.

“I’d love it if you came with me! You can show me around!” She smiled happily at him. Together, they walked away from the booth and towards the fun. 

“I love your costume by the way! Your ears look so real!” He blushed nervously. That’s because they are… Would she still love them if she knew?

They spent a while together looking at different things, playing games at booths and talking together. Hunter didn’t remember the last time he had felt this good. Maybe when Luz had accepted him as family…

Finally, they approached the others by the hayride, and everyone got in. She quickly learned that these were his friends. 

On the ride, they learned about the story of the Wittebane Brothers. (Y/N) however, was familiar with these stories. She had studied just about as much as Hunter did. 

 Hunter and his friends were noticeably uncomfortable. She could tell there was some strange tension between all of them. Maybe they didn’t like the tale of the brothers, or maybe it really had scared them.

 As soon as the ride was over, Hunter got off with someone dressed as Azura and the two suddenly disappeared. (Y/N) figured something was wrong and decided it was best to give him space, so she stuck with his friends who happily let her stay by.

After a couple of minutes, everyone began to awkwardly shift around.  It seemed like they all had a feeling something was wrong. Apparently, it wasn’t like Luz and Hunter to just disappear. 

The girl with an orange wig spoke first, “Luz? Hunter?”

(Y/N) suddenly realized how long it had been since they disappeared.

Suddenly, a woman and another girl who seemed to be of (Y/N)’s age appeared. 

“Kid!” The woman shouted, “Has anyone seen Luz?” she asked worriedly. “And has she um…” She hesitated for a moment, “said anything… weird?”

“Boom!” The girl exclaimed, “Find A Phone!” She pulled out a phone and on the screen appeared what seemed to be Luz’s location, and so the group began to move out.

(Y/N) stuck with them as they made their way into the forest and closer to the Old Graveyard.  She hoped the two were all right, or that they were trying to prank them. 

As the group got closer to Luz’s location, they began shouting for them.

“Luz?! I think she’s this way!” Amity exclaimed, and soon everyone else began calling out. 

“Mija?!”

“Luz!”

“Hunter!”

“Guys?! Where are you?!” 

“Hunter!” (Y/N) shouted out as loudly as she could, wishing she would find him.

 She didn’t know what else to do other than hope Hunter was all right. She walked with them until she could make out their shapes, but… something was wrong…

She then realized there were flashes of colors and shapes, and… there was a strange new detail on Hunter. He didn’t have horns on his costume… The group then ran forwards and she could see what was wrong: Luz and Hunter were fighting, and his skin and eyes had changed color. She froze, not knowing what to do, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Is that- Hunter?” Camila asked. She stared, wide-eyed, trying to figure out what was going on. 

“Something’s wrong-” Gus stared intently at the two across the ice bridge.

What’s going on- is this some sort of prank? (Y/N) tried to think, but she didn’t know what to do. She felt panic start to burn in her veins, is Hunter ok??

Hunter looked at the group, and then at Luz, a grim smile on his face, “See, this is why you’re so useful, Luz,” he said, yet it sounded like another voice was echoing his words. “You’re so desperate to help people, you even helped me meet The Collector.”

“What-” Amity froze, and the group shuffled awkwardly again, exchanging frightened looks.

That is NOT Hunter’s voice… (Y/N) began to tremble. She didn’t understand what was happening.

Luz began to panic, “I-I didn’t mean to-” she held her arms out in distress, “I-I thought I was doing something good!” Her voice was breaking and her fear began to leak.

“But… you DID do something good!” (Y/N) didn’t know what to think anymore, it looked like Hunter but it wasn’t his voice, “I thought this one was a lost cause” the voice said, retracting what looked like claws into normal hands, and he stared at them almost admiringly.

“Because of you,” He said arrogantly, “We can finish our work as witch hunters- starting with THEM!” 

A claw came hurling towards them, and Amity suddenly pulled out a staff and deflected the hit. Willow and Gus followed, pulling out their own staffs, and suddenly, they flew off and began to circle ‘Hunter’.

(Y/N) was trembling. She didn’t know what was happening, she didn’t understand what was going on. All she could do was stare in absolute horror. H-Hunter?? 

The fight was a wild frenzy. There were suddenly several of Gus, and ‘Hunter’ extended his arm, and hit one, deflecting a cloud of purple right after.

“Ha!” He exclaimed triumphantly. 

Gus then circled ‘Hunter’, “Hey Belos, remember me?” he asked  mockingly. He grimaced and aimed at Gus, but Willow caught his arm and dragged it down.

“Hang tight, Hunter!” Vee called out. She inhaled and, suddenly, wisps of blue were coming to her. 

‘Hunter’ cried and pulled back ferociously, and then aimed at Vee with his other arm.

“Vee! Watch out!” Amity shouted, swiftly grabbing her and pulling her away in time just as the claw crushed the bridge.

(Y/N) watched in horror as everything unfolded. She didn’t understand or have the slightest clue on why or how any of this was happening.

‘Hunter’ hit Gus, Willow and Amity, sending them crashing into the ground. (Y/N) jumped back and yelped. She looked up to see that Luz had a staff too now, and she was holding it around ‘Hunter’.

“I know you can hear me, Hunter!” She cried out, “Fight! Him! Off!” He threw her over his shoulder and she screamed, flying in the air. Amity then swiftly twisted her staff around, and a circle of purple light appeared: she was summoning plants. They grew towards Luz and brought the broken bridge back together, catching her safely as she fell.

The staff Luz had been using shrunk, and turned into a cardinal. It flew up the ‘Hunter’s head and began desperately chirping and flapping. 

“That’s right,” He muttered, catching the little bird, “you wouldn’t  want me hurting your precious palisman- would you?” The bird chirped and cried in fear, “Oh, but again- I don’t care what you want” he said, a grim smile creeping onto his face. 

“Goodbye, Evelyn,” he crushed the bird in his claws, the ends of them going completely through the red cardinal. Everyone gasped in horror, watching as green wisps bled out of him. 

“NO!” (Y/N) screamed.

One of ‘Hunter’s’ hand reached out towards the bird, when suddenly it grabbed the wrist instead, and released the bird. He began shaking violently, as if trying to control himself.

“Flapjack!” Luz cried out in agony, tears in her eyes, “Flapjack… you’ll be ok…” She tried to reassure the little bird fighting for its life.

Hunter grunted, his arms moving hastily, and he stumbled closer and closer to the water. He punched himself and fell, panting madly.

“You know what I’d like, Belos?” He stood back up, grabbing his arm, walking closer to the water, “I’d like to leave the Emperor’s Coven, and never step foot in that throne room again! I’d like to study wild magic, and learn to carve palismen!” He stepped closer and closer to the edge, “I’d like to attend Hexside as a regular student, and play Flyer Derby with my friends!” He grabbed a small vial with a thick, blue liquid in it, “But most of all, I’d like to make sure, you never hurt anyone AGAIN!" He threw the vile into the water, and suddenly the same echo-like voice returned.

  “NO!” It screamed, throwing itself into the water.

“HUNTER!” (Y/N) cried out desperately. Tears were in her eyes, she didn’t know what to do, she was frozen in fear and confusion.

“Oh no, no!” Luz cried out in panic.

Suddenly Camila rushed forwards, “MOVE!” She hurled herself into the water, and quickly came back up with Hunter. He had passed out and laid limp in her arms. She swam towards the bridge and laid him on it.

“Be careful with him!” Willow pleaded as they all surrounded him.

Hunter shook and finally screamed, a green slime flying out of his body, landing several feet away from them. It all came together to form a monster, several feet tall with horns, and a thin, disgusting frame. 

(Y/N) was too scared to process it all, she blanked out on what was going on, losing herself in thought trying to find an explanation for all of it. The next thing she knew, the monster was walking through some type of portal, and it disappeared through it. 

A moment of silence filled the air, “THAT’S THE BELOS YOU’VE BEEN FIGHTING THE WHOLE TIME?!” Camila exclaimed, horrified. 

“Guys! Hunter isn’t moving!” Willow’s voice broke slightly as she spoke, and everyone gathered around him. 

(Y/N) held his hand; she didn’t know what else to do. Tears pricked her eyes and shook violently.

“Vee! Call an ambulance!” 

“Do human doctors know about possession?”

“Or grimwalkers?!”

(Y/N) looked around frantically, “Wait, what?! Possession? GRIMWALKERS?!”

The group ignored her, all of them desperately throwing out possible solutions and frantic cries. 

The little cardinal crept forward, nuzzling Hunter’s lifeless form. It rested on his chest, closing his eyes as a bright light grew from under him. Everyone hushed as a slight glistening sound rang the air, little orbs of light floating up as the bird disappeared. 

When he had evaporated into nothing but little specks of light, Hunter groaned and finally moved again. “H-hey guys. Is everyone else ok?” Hunter croaked softly, “Is (Y/N) ok?”

Gus was the first to speak, “Actually, Flapjack-”

“Don’t-” Hunter cut him off, tears streaming down his face “I-I already know” He trembled, gripping his shirt where Flapjack had laid.

“Sit up slowly, baby,” Camila soothed, “are you in pain anywhere?”

(Y/N) gently held his hand and helped him sit up, “I’m ok,” he said in almost a whisper. 

(Y/N) ignored everything else for a moment, “Hunter, what just happened? HOW did any of this happen? Are you sure you’re alright? WHO WAS THAT?!”

He just smiled softly at her, “I’ll explain, but, yeah, I’m fine.” Suddenly, she turned around, realizing Camila was saying something about going to the Demon Realm. Hunter and the others made their way towards her. (Y/N) froze, were the stories she had read true? Was there really another world full of magic out there? Suddenly, the portal began to flicker out, “The portal’s closing,” Vee said worriedly. 

Luz looked forward, “Then we better head in.” 

Hunter began to make his way towards the portal, and (Y/N) felt her heart sink. Hunter stifled a cry and trembled, putting his hand over his chest, “Time to go home, Flap”.

Just as he began to step through, (Y/N) shouted, “HUNTER! WAIT!” She ran to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the portal.

“Wha- (Y/N)?” He stared at her, wide eyed, “(Y/N), I-” before he could continue, she burst out.

“Hunter, wait-” she looked from him, to the portal, and back to him, “Look I don’t know what’s happening or what you’re getting yourself into. There’s no way I’m just gonna let you wander through this by yourself when that… thing just went through.”

Hunter blushed lightly and his gaze softened, “(Y/N), that’s really sweet of you but, you belong here. I’m… I’m not a human,” He said, turning away.

As the two kept talking, Willow, Gus, and Amity all made their way through the portal. 

“Hunter, that doesn’t change anything!” She said, smiling at him. His ears perked up. They are real!! 

He turned to her again, “What? Really?” He asked, a deep blush coming across his face. Tears almost formed in his eyes. 

“Of course this doesn’t change anything!” She said smiling as she took his other hand into her’s. “Look, no matter what this is, what challenge you’re facing or what danger you’re going up against, I want to be here with you the whole way through it!”

Hunter laughed lightly, “(Y/N)! That’s so sweet of you.” He smiled, tears streaming down his face. 

“C’mere you!” She exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. Hunter hugged her back, almost sobbing into her shoulder. No one had ever made him feel like this. He wanted to feel like this forever.

As (Y/N) pulled away, she suddenly saw Vee shape-shift into Camila. Camila said something to her, and she shifted back as she was pulled into a hug. When Camila let go, (Y/N) jumped towards Vee.

“Hey, Vee!” She looked towards (Y/N) and blushed in fear.

“Oh! (Y/N), I- uh…”

“Can you do that for me too, please? Tell Ms. Oscar I had a family emergency but will try to be back soon!” Vee smiled at her.

“Sure thing, (Y/N)!” 

(Y/N) turned towards Hunter and held out her hand. “Let’s go through, together.” He smiled, blushing again as he took her hand. Together, they walked through the portal and into the Demon Realm.

I’m editing this tomorrow Im gonna *passes away and dies*