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hopelesslyromanticshark · 3 months

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Cutie pie snookums 🦋💫

I love love loved your piece of art for the Leo x aphrodite reader request ( had me giggling and kicking my feet 🤭)

Also it's more like a headcanon for all our precious lover boys ( Leo, Frank, Luke, Percy, Jason ( not me praying I didn't forgot one of my men )) talking about the reader and what they mean to them and reader overhears it

Nah cause I am giggling and blushing just thinking about it ahhhh

Mhuw💋 Mhuaw 💋

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ what do you say when I’m not around? hcs.

content: hcs for leo valdez, frank zhang, luke castellan, percy jackson & jason grace warning: so much fluff you're gonna wanna throw up author's note: THESE ARE MY CHILDREN EACH OF THEM IS SPECIAL TO ME PLS PLS PLS TELL ME WHICH ONE WAS YOUR FAV BC I LEGIT CANNOT PICK but i need the comments to be like 'oh mommy my favorite was (insert fave here)' and then you list every single reason oaky thanks this will do wonders for my self-image also bow anon is keeping yall fed, everyone say thanks to bow anon while youre in those comments

𝜗𝜚 leo valdez

you were walking towards bunker nine, somehow managing to hold the two plates steady in your hand and also avoid tripping over all the plants on your way there.

leo had missed lunch...again

you were sure he'd starve to death and becoming a skeleton in that damn bunker if it weren't for you

as you approached the door, opening your mouth to scream out your presence you paused as you heard your name through the door

curiously, you peeked in through the small crack, making out leo and jason before turning your ear towards it to hear better

"...i'm telling you, she's the best thing that every happened to me."

melting already

"you're so sappy," jason teased

"if you felt what i felt, you'd be sappy too," leo replied and you could just picture the cheesy smile on his face

"am i in one of those terrible rom-com's piper makes us watch?" taunted jason

"you know what? probably. and i'm very lucky. grateful, even," leo laughed back, "to make her laugh, smile, have her close, it- i'll know i'll be okay because i've got her. i mean, how bad can it be if she's by my side?"

jason and leo both turned towards the door of the bunker as it creaked open, revealing the sniffling and crying girl leo had just been talking about, two sandwiches held in her hands

"hey, hey, what's wrong- wait, were you eavesdropping?" leo questioned as he moved towards her, taking the sandwiches out of her hands and setting them on his workbench, the girl instantly wrapping her arms around him

"maybe, but that's not the point-"

"kinda feels like the point to me-"

"no, the point is that you're so sweet, leo. what did i do to deserve you?" you all but sobbed against his chest, leo laughing lightly as he rubbed your shoulders.

"you know, i ask myself that every morning," hummed back leo, pressing his lips to her temple, "i mean, i'd definitely starve if it wasn't for you."

"hey, i'd make sure you didn't starve!" jason insisted, both of the couple sending him a questioning look

"and what did you have for lunch, superman?" you prompted and jason looked like a deer caught in headlights, "that's what i thought."

"i meant everything i said, you know," leo later told you, after jason had scampered off to get his own meal.

you looked up from your lunch, a smile twitching at your lips

"i know. and i'd say i'm pretty lucky too."

𝜗𝜚 frank zhang

you and frank had a little study date planned for today, meeting at the little bakery that you guys frequented at new rome

the owners knew you and frank by name, a cute little polaroid of you guys framed behind the cash register

you're class ran long, the professor leaving the q&a open for far too long

you felt bad but knew frank wouldn't mind ordering for you and waiting a bit

your sweet boy

you walked in one of the side doors of the bakery, as it was the first one you ran into

you were beginning to make your way towards your regular table, only stopping because you hear what you knew to be frank's bashful laugh

"come on, can't tell me your favorite thing about her?" the owner prompted with a wide smile and you heard frank's laugh again, just picturing his blazing face

"there's too many. we'd be here all week," frank replied, easily, and you felt that warm and gushy feeling frank always leaves you with

"but you have to have a favorite of all favorites though," insisted the owner and there was a pause from frank, both you and the owner waiting with baited breath

"okay okay. when she thinks i'm not looking, she just looks at me with- with this smile. and i can't describe it but it's my favorite. it's just a look and a smile, but it means the world to me," admitted frank, the owner cooing and her body sagging at his sweet words

you were having a similar reaction, off to the side of the restaurant, a hand held to your chest.

"goodness, you two are just too cute. ugh, my husband and i used to be just like you, all lovesick and gross," the owner mused as you finally announced your presence, pretending to have just shown up.

though, frank could tell something was up based on the kiss you gave his cheek, the boy instantly looking down at you with a raised brow

you just wrinkled your nose at him, grabbing your coffee and baked goods and taking your basically assigned seats outside the cafe

"you know, i just love it when you come up behind me and just give me those massive bear hugs for no reason. it feels good- like, cozy and like home," you stated, seemingly, unprompted

but frank caught on quick, shaking his head and smiling at the girl

"how much of that did you hear?"

"more than enough, sweet boy."

"never gonna live it down?"

"oh, certainly not."

𝜗𝜚 luke castellan

"come on, percy, you can do better than that," luke barked at the boy with a laugh, percy heaving on the ground of the training arena

"you suck."

"are you talking to yourself or...?" asks luke with a smirk, causing percy to squint a glare at him

"i'll call for y/n and tell her youre being mean to me," threatened percy, completely unaware that you had already shown up with water for the both of them, taking a seat in the bleachers and waiting for one of them to notice you

"if you think she'll be on your side, you're wrong," luke laughed, helping percy off the ground.

(without meaning to, he'd later repeat this phrase word for word when revealing to percy that he was the lightening thief and kronos right hand man. percy would mention you and this would be luke's response. he would end up being wrong)

"of course she'll be on my side, look at this face," joked percy, exhaustedly swishing a hand towards his own face.

"ha! you're funnier than i give you credit for," luke mocks and percy huffs

"i don't know why that sweet girl is with your mean ass."

"you know, i ask myself that at least twice a day but...it's good that we're together. for both of us," answers luke, turning more serious as he shrugs his shoulders.

you're intrigued now, leaning forwards with interest

"how so?" percy prompts

"well...she makes me want to be a better person. i want to be the best guy for her, it's what she deserves. and she needs me to let loose a little, have some fun and break a few rules," luke reveals, his eyes catching on movement towards the entrance of the arena and a smile gracing his lips

"speaking of the little devil," he laughs, the girl peeking around the corner with a wide smile

"that's not what you were saying about me two seconds," you mock, passing a water bottle off to percy, who took it eagerly, before hold luke's out to him

"hmm. i don't know what your talking about," luke taunts with a twisted smile and you just shake your head at him.

"okay, mr. trouble, i gotta get going. but...i'm glad i have you too," you muttered, leaning up and pressing a kiss to where his scar ended on his cheek

he hid his blush well, pressing a kiss to her forehead when she went to pull away

"i'll see you later, hun?"

"obviously. also, percy, he twisted his ankle last week during capture the flag. just so you know," the girl winked, smiling cheekily at luke's paling face before scampering out of the arena.

(she'd later spill a similar secret to percy in the middle of manhattan-turned-warzone, giving percy key information on luke to help him win. she'll live with the guilt forever, unsure if it's survivors or not)

"you're a snitch!" luke called after the girl, her laughs being the only response he got.

𝜗𝜚 percy jackson

"are you sure they don't need help?" you asked percy's step father, paul, with a giggle as you two heard a clatter from the kitchen.

"knowing them, they're probably making the most extravagant pizza on the planet. one of us should probably check on them to make sure they don't blow the apartment up," paul hummed in agreement, nodding you towards the kitchen

"knowing percy, i wouldn't be surpirsed," you wink and paul laughs as you leave the living room, steadily making your way towards the kitchen

something told you to wait by the door for a bit, so you do, biting down a smile as you listen to percy and his mom.

"wait, wait, we're we supposed to preheat the oven??" percy asked and you could just feel the dead stare sally gave him

"yes, percy. i thought that was obvious."

"what if we just crank the heat super super high up-"

"no. immediately no."

"fineeeeee," percy droned, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

"so...y/n's sweet," sally started and you blushed, knowing that percy valued his mom's opinion above all else

"yeah. she's the best. oh, you should see her when she's doing something she really enjoys. her face get's all wrinkly cause she's scrunching it up but her smile is so bright, mom. and right before she's about to fall alseep, she always manages to snuggle closer to you and she twitches her nose twice before falling asleep. always twice, no more no less," percy started ranting, borderline unprompted.

your smile was impossibly large

"you seem to really like her," sally managed to get in

"i...i think i love her, mom. i don't see myself doing it with anybody else."

"doing what?"

"life."

now you were crying, huge fat tears rolling down your cheeks. but still smiling, always smiling because of that boy.

not wanting to ruin the moment, you head back to the living room, paul looking up at you slightly worried.

"they're okay."

"are you?" he whispers and you beam at him.

"better than ever. i'm a very lucky girl."

"i know that feeling," paul winks, "those jacksons, huh?"

"tell me about it."

𝜗𝜚 jason grace

"that your girl?" you hear a guy ask jason, surely nodding over at you standing in line for the pizza

jason promised you a day of just roaming new rome (im funny as shit yall) and you guys were just stopping for lunch

"yeah," jason replied with a smile, his eyes catching yours for a second before you looked away, not wanting to give away that you were listening.

"figured. you've got that lovey dovey look on your face," the guy laughs and jason laughs with him.

"well, that tends to happen when you're in love," responds jason, like this wasn't a monumental statement to make

"i gotta ask, what's it feel like? so i can know when the right girl comes around," the guy questions, suddenly serious and nearly desperate for an answer

jason's face screws up in the way that tells you he's thinking intensely about it.

"when you know, you'll know. i can't- there's this weight on my chest when i'm with her, it's heavy and suffocating but it's just how much i love her. it's all the things i would do for her, to keep her safe and to keep her happy. my soul knew she was the one from the moment we met, my mind's just playing catch up," jason rambled, the guy completely entrapped in his words.

"jesus," he muttered and jason winced, the roman demigod in him urging to correct him but swallowing it down.

"sounds like hell," the guy mutters after a few seconds and jason smirks

"oh, it is. my wallet's never been lighter and my sweaters have never disappeared at a more rapid rate. but, to have and to hold her in return? makes it all worth it."

"jase, baby, you want the one with feta, right?" you call to him from line, a proud smile on your face and what jason could have sworn were tears in your eyes

"yeah, that's good!" he called back, silently asking if you were alright with his eyes.

you wave him off and wipe at your cheeks, a totally completely unrelated thing.

you take the two flimsy paper plates and walk back to jason, mimicking a trumpet as you present his to him

he laughs, taking it from your hand and wrapping an arm around your waist, leading you away and down the street before pausing, looking down at you with a small smile

"you heard every word, didn't you?"

"i don't know what your talking about...but on an unrelated note, i think we should get married."

"right now?"

"why wait? i think my mind's catching up to my soul, don't you?"

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #jason grace #leo valdez #luke castellan #frank zhang #leo valdez x reader #frank zhang x reader #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson x reader #jason grace x reader

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sickuma · 11 months

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TULIPS (2) — a König fic.

❱ this 'might' be the last part but we'll see. Since I am working on a König fic on Wattpad :D also I cannot create c.ai bots at the moment since I have like, 4 hours of waiting time smh. this is unedited! errors might be seen please bear with me ! ➴ SYNOPSIS — After taking the hit for him, you wake up without memories of him, nor the incident. He tries desperately to retrieve your memories.

LATIBULE — (n.) a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort.

How did this happen,

How did our memories vanish before your very eyes?

Have I lost them forever?

Have I lost them with you?

Will you find it in you to fall in love with me the second time around?

“Do you remember these, hm? [name]?” He shows you the pictures, holding them out one by one. Each and every photograph you took together, he remembered dreading those but he would always be happy to see your smile each time he agreed,

“You would force me to take one specific picture, to show our future family! We have a lot by now we—we…” he paused, staring at you.

“We had a lot of memories.”

You looked back at him, feeling your headache ever so slightly crack you head while you looked and observed the pictures. Closely looking, trying to find a speck of remembrance, a sign that you remember. Instead you got nothing but the skull crushing headache.

The doctor had released you for a week now, after the dischargement you both had gone back to the base. You took time to get used to everything, since you have your complete memories except for when you’ve joined the KorTac factions,

In your mind, you still think you’re a trainee who volunteered for the military.

Memories after that are as visible as a blur. Not even a blur, they were just gone. It was a trauma response, the doctor says. You could still remember the look on König’s face as the doctor explains. He looked defeated, almost lost.

But ever since then, he hasn't given up.

He would visit your quarters, picking you up for meals at the mess hall, wishing you goodnight for whenever you’d sleep. He didn't miss a single night,

The soldiers had asked him why you were not sleeping in one room, they claimed you both fought really hard to be permitted to do that. König simply responded that you needed space as you are still trying to retrieve the memories he spoke of, you were grateful for that, he’s willing to distance himself,

Of course it pained him, without you beside him he cannot sleep properly.

But for your sake he pulled through, hugging the shirt you left in his quarters. Holding it close to his face every night, taking in your scent, missing the times when you’d be beside him at night, running your hand through his hair as he dozed off.

Right now you’re with him, outside of the base, away from the guns and military equipment. The captain had convinced you to try, to try to remember him. The captain made sure to let you know just how agonizing this is for König, telling you how much he cried and telling you that he’d never seen König act as such.

You felt terrible,

Because of your incapability to remember, he suffered. Yet when he faces you, he's always got this slight smile, always has a glint of adoration in those pretty green eyes of his.

You found yourself fond of it once again,

Again?

“This… I always force you to take these?”

He grinned, nodding eagerly. “Mhm, every month, without fail.” he spoke so proudly of it, you almost felt a sense of pride spring upon your forgetful heart. You nod in response, looking at the pictures once again,

“König?”

He looked back up at you, “hm?”

“I’m sorry.”

His smile fell and he dropped the pictures carefully on the table, sitting closer to you but far enough to not cause any discomfort. “For what, liebling?”

“For this,” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes. “For forgetting.”

“Dont—dont ever feel sorry alright?” he spoke, not being able to control the urge to hold your hands. And so he did, placing his hand on yours soothingly. “It's not your fault, never has and never will. You did that for me, and I’m just—just so happy you're here, and proud of you. So so proud, schatz, that you managed to survive that. You did so well, my love.” he rubbed the back of your hand using his thumb, looking up at you with nothing but genuine eyes. “I love those memories,” he paused, “but not as much as I love you.”

“So there is no need for sorrys, liebling, we can retrieve your memories but if I lost you that day, there would be any possible way to get you back.” He spoke quietly yet you could hear him very clearly, it is then you realise just how much he loves you. This man is willing to set aside the way you've just forgotten every memory with him, and is glad to still have you here. His only fear was losing you,

Suddenly the headache is gone, replaced by the dawning realisation. “We’ll make new ones okay? New memories, just as we did before.”

Just how could you forget his eyes?

“If you’ll just let me, I know I'm not more than a stranger to you right now but if you'd just let me in your heart again, I'll surely—”

Just how could you ever forget the blossoming emotion of being in his arms?

How could you ever forget that voice of his which lovingly calls for you,

How could you have forgotten the plans to grow—

“Tulips.” He looked at you with wide eyes. “What did you just—”

“The tulips, König.”

Tears stained his eyes as he sat unable to form a word. He looked at you and only you, letting the emotion surge through his body, letting himself cry for you once again. “We promised to plant the tulips.” Together,

Right König? Our tulips, Just like we promised. In our small house with leaf,

Of course I’ll remember.

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lovings4turn · 2 months

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Jack H. hitting it off with an introvert at a party. He takes a breather from the his group, sees you sitting by yourself, and joins you for a minute to make sure you're ok. There is something magnetizing. The questions/things you say are from an angle he thinks he has never been approached with. Even about hockey-which he talks about everyday with people as into it as him. You engage with his thoughts/passions in a deeper way, a way he didn't realize he was waiting to explore until now. Every thing he learns about you feels right, like he was immediately able to see the complete painting that is you and this information just has a piece of it come into focus. He makes you laugh and his breath locks up in his chest but also feels a lightness as if he took the first deep inhale of his life. As the hours pass a friend will call over for Jack to join a game (they actually have to call his name a few times to even break into the world you two have made) which he dismisses with an over the shoulder "next time!" He cannot look away from you lest he miss a new expression on your face- a new piece of you to memorize. He reluctantly leaves with your number and the total clarity that he wants to explore you and explore the two of you together, everyday for the rest of his life. Lmao I am so sorry this is so terrible, I woke up at 3 am and this is how I passed time.

nonnie love please tell me you have a writing blog on here because oh my god the level of talent and genius you possess actually blows my mind like ... 'so sorry this is so terrible' [INCREDIBLY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER SOUNDS] ... nonnie darling i am gonna be daydreaming about this for so long ... picturing the goofy lil grin on his face whilst he talks to you ohh i'm SICK !!!!

#୭ 🧷 ✧˚. becca's musings #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader

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iiseult · 14 days

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Oooh open requests! May I have King Baldwin with a wife reader who sweetly helps him treat his wounds regardless of how he tells her not to come into direct contact with his skin? Please, do it nice and fluffy, if it's not too much trouble! Thank you!

WEDDING NIGHT: Baldwin IV x reader

CWs → fluff, probable historical inaccuracies, she/her pronouns, leprosy, christianity and mentions of god, reader and baldwin just got married!

Note: This is the first request I've ever responded to! Thank you so much for sending it in, I really hope you enjoy! <3 Also this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away

Wordcount: 2k

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Baldwin was laying on his stomach with his bandaged arms and legs stretched out across the large mattress, and his face nuzzled into a plush pillow. The day had been strenuous for him, requiring much more standing than he was accustomed to, and his body ached terribly. Though originally just on his hands and face, the disease had recently spread up past his wrist and onto a small patch of his back, causing an uncomfortable burning sensation every time his clothing brushed against it. He was waiting for his physician to arrive and apply his nightly soothing salve, which usually helped to relieve some of the discomfort that resulted from the intense dryness of his skin. But when the door opened, instead of his physician, it was you.

Hastily, he sat up, looking around to find something to cover himself with. Besides the bandages wrapped around his ribcage, arms, and the middle of his face, the only thing he had on was a pair of white linen shorts. You covered your mouth and giggled as he scrambled to grab his robe from the nearby chair it was draped over.

“My lord, that really won’t be necessary. I’m only going to take it right back off once you put it on,” you said playfully, closing the door behind you and sauntering towards him. You were carrying a small basket in your left hand. He furrowed his brow and instinctually clutched the fabric to his chest, hoping it covered most of his exposed skin. A wave of heat rushed to his head, and he suddenly felt a bit dizzy.

“Lady Y/N– I mean, Your Highness, what are you doing here?” he asked, his voice betraying his mild panic as his eyes followed you across the bedroom. You had changed out of your wedding gown in favor of a tightly fitting dress of a deep emerald green and a low neckline– typical attire for a bride on her wedding night. Heat rose to his cheeks as he admired his new queen’s attractive figure, on display just for him. He really hadn’t been expecting this. You had to know that, given his condition, consummating the marriage would be more trouble than it was worth, and attempting to sire an heir with him would be a completely fruitless endeavor. Why, then, were you standing before him, looking like the very picture of grace and beauty? You smiled gently at him, setting down the basket and taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Let me help you. Please, lie back down so I can take those bandages off,” you murmured, trying to keep your voice as even as possible. You waited a moment, but he only gawked, eyes still shamelessly concentrating on your choice of wardrobe. You sighed and placed a hand over his bandaged one, looking deeply into his eyes.

“I promise I’ll be gentle.”

He hummed sadly, shaking his head no, knowing he could not give you what you wanted.

“I believe that you would, but I cannot allow it. If you were to come into contact with my bare skin…” he trailed off. You bit your lip. You knew he wouldn’t agree to it.

He noticed your disappointment, and his eyes softened a little.

“Look at you, your skin is so pure…if anything were to happen to it on my account, I could never forgive myself. Not only because of the pain it would inflict upon you, but also for my own selfish reasons.” He spoke slowly, letting his words sink in.

“My wife, you are so beautiful, and so smart. You have so much to give, and you are everything I am not. If you were to put yourself at risk of becoming like me, you would be condemning yourself to a short, bitter life of wasted potential. Though I may not be long for this world, I want to spend the remainder of my days admiring you and all that you bring. Please do not forsake the gifts God has given you for fleeting desires of the flesh,” he begged. His blue eyes were so wide, pleading, swimming with genuine emotion, but it wasn’t enough to break you. You knew what you wanted.

“Baldwin,” you said, addressing him directly for the first time, “Just this once, please. Let me do this for you.”

You tugged lightly at the fabric bunched up in his grasp. He resigned, allowing you to pull it away and discard it at the foot of the bed, leaving his mostly bare chest exposed to your intimate gaze. No woman had ever seen this much of him before. He watched as your eyes traced his body, beginning at his delicate neck and protruding collar bones, then down to the smooth expanse of creamy skin covering his chest, and finally to his well-defined middle. Those parts of him had yet to be contaminated by his affliction. You had yet to ever come into contact with his bare skin, but the way you were studying him, he could almost feel the sweet sensation of your fingertips ghosting over his body.

“Y/N, I’m sorry if you had hopes of…enjoying a true wedding night with me, but I must be honest with you, even if it does cause me great pain and regret-”

You hushed him quietly, clasping his hand in yours a little tighter.

“No, my love, you don’t have to explain to me. I understand. That is not what I came for. I simply wanted to take care of my husband.” You smiled, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you gazed down at him lovingly. He let out a breath and untensed his shoulders, relieved that he wasn’t letting you down after all. The sight of you smiling down at him with all the love in the world melted his heart, and his resolve broke.

“Alright. But please promise me you will cleanse yourself thoroughly afterwards. We must do everything we can to prevent the spread,” he whispered, dropping his hand to allow you to have your way with him.

Slowly, carefully, you reached for him, stretching your fingertips out and finally grazing them against the middle of his chest. He inhaled sharply, watching in awe. Your touch was feather-light, but it sent a spark of heat straight to his heart. His skin tingled. Gently, you applied a bit of pressure, encouraging him to lay back. He stared into your eyes and refused to look anywhere else as he readjusted his position, locks of blond hair shifting away from his brow as he reclined.

“That’s it, just like that. Perfect. Now, just relax, I brought some oils and salves for you. I’m going to take this bandage off now, okay?” You said, reaching for his wrapped hand. He nodded, and you slowly began unwinding the linens, peeling them away to reveal the most decayed part of his body; his right hand. Any skin left intact on it was shaded by a grayish hue, and the rest was just angry, red, open sores. You fought the urge to wince, not because it disgusted you, because it didn’t, but because you empathized with Baldwin, feeling the pain he must have felt in that moment. The bandages you removed were dotted with blood and other secretions from the angry wounds.

You continued unraveling, all the way up his arm, and its condition gradually improved the further up you got. Then you moved to the other arm, repeating the same process. Soon, it was time to attend to the linens coiled around his torso, protecting the rash on his back.

“Can you sit up for me, please?”

He wordlessly obeyed, watching you work through his curtain of fine, golden hair. You scooted over until you were fully seated on the bed, face to face with him. He was suddenly glad for the bandage covering most of his cheeks and nose, so you didn’t detect the blush rapidly spreading across them.

You reached around with your left arm and placed your cool palm against his shoulder blade to steady him as you pulled away the bandages. He sat as still as possible, not sure what to do with himself. His heart was about to beat out of his chest. Your hand was so soft, so slow…it was lulling him into a trance. He sighed deeply, letting the air roll all the way through his lungs. You deftly unweaved the bandage with your delicate fingers, working swiftly to avoid any discomfort that the pulling might cause him. Soon, all that remained was his face.

Wordlessly, you slid a hand up the back of his neck and cradled his head in your palm, threading your fingers through his curls. He let his head fall back, confident that you would support him, and closed his eyes. A quiet rumble emanated from the back of his throat when he felt your fingertips brush his forehead. Then, you peeled off the last bandage, finally exposing the sensitive skin of his face to the cool evening air.

Yes, his complexion was blemished and inflamed, as you expected. His nose was red and dry, some of the skin flaking off completely. His lips were in much the same condition. A smattering of pink blotches covered his handsome cheeks. But to you, nobody had ever looked closer to perfect. You grinned and cupped his face between your hands, gently circling your thumb over his cheek. His pretty blue eyes crinkled up at the corners as he smiled back, letting out a short laugh he never meant to let out.

“You are such a beautiful boy, Baldwin. I love seeing your smile so much,” you said, tracing his bottom lip. That smile only grew as he closed his eyes in bliss. Your warmth was almost too much for him to handle.

“I’m going to apply the salve now, okay?” you asked, gently laying his head down on his pillow and reaching for a bottle from your basket.

“Mhmm,” he hummed contentedly. The smell of lavender and chamomile permeated the air as you scooped up a large blob of the salve and gently smeared it over his cheekbones. He sighed in relief as soon as it touched his parched skin, his pink lips parting. Soon, his face had absorbed most of the moisture, making him glisten in the candlelight like he was made of porcelain, and you moved onto his back, having him turn over. You ran your hands over the plains of his shoulder blades, massaging the tissue to help relieve any aches that may have built up. He groaned into the pillow in satisfaction. You smiled, continuing your ministrations.

Needless to say, Baldwin had never experienced anything remotely similar to this before. The way you handled him and didn’t shy away from coming into direct contact with the most afflicted parts of his body made his stomach do flips. Maybe he could get used to this.

‘I think I’m all done, my king. You can turn back over,” you said softly, putting the cork back in your bottle and stowing it away in the basket. Baldwin stretched leisurely and rolled over, hair partially obscuring his half-lidded eyes and crooked smile. He suddenly looked so young; only eighteen years old and he had already led an army.

“Thank you, love,” he murmured, reaching out to grab your hand, bravely intertwining your fingers. He figured the damage had already been done, and there was no harm in a few more precious seconds of warmth. So he swiftly lifted your hand and pressed it to his delicate lips, almost burning your skin with the lingering passion in his touch.

Now it was your turn to blush.

#king baldwin iv x reader #king baldwin iv #baldwin iv #kingdom of heaven #baldwin iv one shot #badlwin iv drabble #fluff #kingdom of heaven fluff #baldwin iv x reader #wedding night

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myheartalivewrites · 9 months

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A VERY INCOMPLETE LIST (PART 2)

I've finally had enough time to finish rewatching the second half of RWRB! Without further ado, here's my very thorough, ACD x HGEJFMW list of things, both tiny and huge, that I loved about the film:

(Yes, I DID think this would be shorter than the first part. I was very, very wrong.)

(here's part 1 if you want to check it out!)

The wide shots of Texas landscape

How excited Alex is to get to work when he gets there

Alex and Henry’s Texas emails

Alex leaning against a building like Jordan-freaking-Catalano, added bonus of his t-shirt sleeves pushed up 🥵

“…and then, I want to lick it off”

White button-down tucked into chinos, sleeves neatly rolled up, bracelets

The New York hotel room and Henry hopping to get his shoe off and then falling on the bed

“You ever been on Grindr?” “Once, unsuccessfully” and the way Henry laughs when he says that

“Swooniest” 😍

Alex squeezing Henry’s thigh when he talks about his dad

The very obvious bottle of lube and condom wrapper on the bedside table in the morning

“It’s all chill, Zahra”

Zahra full on climbing on the sofa, heels and everything

Henry straightening his shirt as he climbs out of the closet, then neatly closing the doors behind himself with the dignity of a prince (even when faced with Zahra)

“I’m sorry to interrupt your process of becoming”

Pretty much everything Zahra says, but especially the way she says “Your Royal Highness” after threatening and cursing for several minutes

Alex’s very serious face while he tells his mom

“She’s also a he…”

Uma Thurman talking about anal and bottoming and PreP - truly a highlight

“I cannot believe they gave you the nuclear codes!”

The Lake House *swoon*

“You can call me Congressman” “Well, in that case, you can call me Your Royal Highness”

The music in the lake house montage sequence

Henry doing kick-ups

Sharing a hammock and reading 😍 (Yes, OLS and Girl, Woman, Other)

The look on Henry’s face when he goes into a regular bar

Henry’s dorkiness on stage

The “Alex is so in love he could die” moment as he watches Henry sing terribly

How Oscar’s clothes are a lot like Alex’s, and you can see him taking after his dad there, being proud of it

Oh god, everything about them on the dock/raft/pier thingy: “shower time!” and Alex kissing Henry’s neck as he climbs on and Henry kissing Alex’s bicep; the easy, casual intimacy before everything goes to shit. The perfect continuity in how wet they are all the way through! (that kind of thing bugs me) Shorts. Wet body hair, legs, arms, chest. The way Alex glitters.

"I never felt this way about anyone" and the inevitable...

Henry closing off, pulling his hand away, his fake smile 💔

Floating in the water, as if he could hide from his problems in there

Alex’s sad, confused face as he calls out “Henry!”

Oh god, Henry's sad face as he lies in bed in the lake house 😭

“What difference would it make if I did?” and Henry’s holding-back-tears face, the tight little smiles

The picture above Alex’s bed

The soft, vulnerable “What if he won’t see me?” whispered to Nora

Rain-soaked Alex saying “Can we please talk?” in a thick voice that sounds like he’s got a huge knot in his throat and is trying not to cry

“For once, I wish you could see me for who I am and not who you want me to be” and “Sometimes I don’t think you know me at all” 💔

“But, Henry. Nothing will ever happen to you.” Fucking bawling now, thanks

Henry and his key to slip out of the palace

Henry and Alex’s boots in the V&A (I don’t know what to say, I just like them)

Dancing ❤️🥹

History, huh? and his eyelashes

Alex’s firm grip around Henry’s wrist in the morning, because he’s not letting him run away again

The airstrip: the ring, the key, that hug

“I’ll be as patient as you need”

“The forced conformity of the closet cannot be answered with forced conformity in coming out of it”

The montage of happy moments throughout Alex’s speech

“Mooning over the prince like a cow in labour” and “two lovesick homosexuals” and again everything out of Zahra’s mouth

“Baby”

“No. I’m not okay.”

Shoulder to waist ratio in a black t-shirt

God Save the King plucked on the piano 😂

“We really need to get you a book on English history”

Henry’s face when he says “and now they are faced with the reality”, so hard, so hurt

“I'm white and upper class so my affection comes with strings” and the way Henry cracks partway through and starts to laugh

The ring fiddling as they wait for the King

Ciggies and booze for the King

Stephen Fry’s accent *chef’s kiss*

OMG the King read their emails 😱 The horror

“Homossssexiual” 😂😂

The tears in Henry’s eyes and in his voice when he says “I love you”, finally, properly, for the first time

“We’re the blue team, right?” and “You just say the word, I’ll get your enrolled at UT Austin,” classic father/son-in-law banter and I love Oscar and Henry for it

CASEY MCQ!!

Holding hands in public, in Austin, yes sir

“Oh my god, I’m so grateful you’re here” and that hug

Alex’s bracelets, all the way through (have I mentioned them already?)

The return of that jacket and that hoodie for the final scene, my favourite and most quintessential, relaxed, fully themselves versions of Alex and Henry

“We won.” “We won.”

And of course:

Alex lending Henry his pinky so he can spin the ring on it and soothe himself (over the credits), which someone pointed out on here and it broke me fully

And never forget:

“Do you think anyone noticed?” and Henry’s clenched fists

❤️🤍💙

#rwrb #rwrb movie #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #rwrb movie spoilers #red white and royal blue

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ohmotherwhereartthou-if · 1 hour

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Sorta bringing this back from the past, but I just saw the MC scandalous painting ask and was laughing for like 20 mins, I really do hope it makes it in to the story😂😂

Buuut, I wanna ask, how would the RO react to their family members looking at the painting after they (accidentally) left it out

(For the ROs who live alone, maybe their and MC kid?)

Haha, I remember that one. Still one of my favorites!

I am also going to write this under the impression it's at the dating stage of the relationship so that it makes more sense.

Cassandra: Does her absolute best to hide the portrait from her dad, only issue is that her dad, being the military man he is, occasionally does routine inspections around the house to make sure everything is in order and nothing needs to be taken care of before it becomes a problem. This has her moving the portrait periodically throughout the house to avoid him coming across it during his inspections. She considered putting it in a lock box but he would probably ask her whats inside and she is a TERRIBLE liar.

So, when the day unfortunately comes and General Guerrero finds a wrapped up portrait of MC's half naked ass in a broom closet; he is so unamused it's not even remotely funny. Well, for Cass at least.

Because while this might come to your surprise Alejandro actually does have a sense of humor. And make no mistake, he finds MC's audacity and utter stupidity of sending this to HIS house., to HIS daughter sort of funny. He comforts Cass by casually asking why does she even find MC attractive when they look so scrawny in the portrait she hid in a closet. Girly is is embarrassed she can't even form a coherent sentence, she just gets super red and covers her face. He can't help but laugh, he finds her embarrassment, punishment enough for her keeping this thing in her house without telling him.

Can't say he or MC will be laughing next time they meet though.

Valeria: Well, we already know Mrs. Torres saw it.

Valeria is so embarrassed, for MC. It's not like she asked you to do something so stupid knowing full well that she is the youngest of 6 with 5 older brothers and that she still lives with them and her parents. Mrs. Torres is just like Valeria in the sense she can't keep shit to herself, although Valeria manages to keep her shut for all of 4 days which is a pretty decent record. Good thing Val already managed to hide it someplace secret only to her by the time her brothers found out about it. They pester her day and night to see it so they can roast MC next time they see them. (as if they weren't already, idk if I said this already but if you romance Val; her big brothers become YOUR big brothers). Her parents don't really care, her dad didn't appreciate it but trusts his sons will harass MC enough about it, just expects MC to not do it again.

Tomás: He legit has nobody that he would really give a fuck about in his family if they saw the portrait. He isn't embarrassed, he's proud. He would be SO happy if his mom saw it, would rub in how scandalous and just how much of a scoundrel he is with MC. Would get a real kick out of how much she would 'clutch her pearls' at him, literally and figuratively. Would get mad if his brothers saw it because he'd get jealous, probably would punch them or something.

Now if you guys had a kid and they saw it in the future, he would get bashful but tell them not to go poking around his things. No, they cannot ask why he had it hidden in a box under his side of the his bed.

Ludovica: Also has no family or anybody to discover it. In the future if she had kids and they found it, she would be mortified. Begs them to forgive her for not hiding it well enough and to forget they saw it. She is unamused when she overhears her staff gossiping about the portrait and how one maid long ago had mentioned it existing and how literally nobody had believed her. Chokes on her spit when her kids ask MC point blank why they were barely wearing any clothes in the picture and if they were cold.

Aurelio: ALSO has no family to uncover it, (omg look at all of these pathetic little orphans, having parents must be a rarity in this world ig).

So, when his kids one day are being a little too nosy in his private study and see his half naked portrait of a young MC hanging right beside his desk labeled "Motivation - 1890" they obviously do the logical thing of screaming for their dad to come to his study. When he does wondering if they got hurt or something they ask him off rip why tf he has such a picture displayed there and why is it labeled.

He had responds with something like, "Well, can you blame me for wanting to be productive? Knowing that is but a humble glimpse at what will be my reward when I finish my work, does wonders for my morale. And be grateful your mom/dad looked so great back then or you might not even be here." (He is saying that to tease them, MC still looks great in their older age and he would love them even if they weren't attractive.)

Also adds, "Oh, and it's labeled because that's that years edition of 'motivation'. I made sure I got one every start of the year to keep me honest. New year, new happy little wine drinker me! What? Did you want to see the rest? Or maybe the ones I gave mom/dad? Fair warning, I was wearing even LESS than they are in this picture."

His children then proceed to run out of his study screaming and gagging, he laughs knowing that this will keep them out of his study from now on.

Elio: Okay sort of funny because I actually said in one specific post somewhere Elio actually personally knows Aurelio and I actually think the only person close enough to discover it would be Aurelio. Elio would surprising be shocked if Aurelio found it because Elio himself made sure it was well hidden in the attic to avoid MC ever finding out he did actually have it.

He drinks tea and admires it from time to time when MC is away for too long. If Aurelio ever found it Elio would actually be frantic shooing him out of the house and swearing that he will never let Aurelio anywhere near MC ever again. Because he knows Aurelio is a charmer and he deep down would feel a little insecure if after he has fallen in love, MC got close to Aurelio and fears he would take them away from him. Even though Aurelio would never do that to Elio, he can't shake the insecurity and does everything he can to hide it.

Aurelio would want to tease Elio about it but knows it would be a very touchy subject so he shuts up, instead he tease MC next time they have a moment without Elio there. Which might be in a few months when Elio calms a bit and lets his guard down thinking Aurelio might have forgotten or dropped it completely.

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Thanks for letting me revisit and continue this funny scenario! 💙

#omwat #ask #ludovica #elio #aurelio #tomas #cassandra #valeria

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bigenderanne · 10 months

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Today was the first time I've checked my inbox since I wrote my side of the situation. I'm working on another post in my drafts now that's bringing out more emotions in me so it might take awhile as it goes more into detail my history with transphobia and abuse, but I wanted to write some more quick and to the point (and less triggery) for those of you who are checking in on me, and to answer a few questions that have repeatedly come up in my hundreds of asks.

Most of the asks have been supportive and checking in on my mental health and physical safety. Thank you for that! Obviously my mental health is still a little shaken, and I'm uncomfortable with the fact she knows we've bought a new house, but I believe we are physically safe. That being said, it is part of the restraining order that's she's not allowed to interact with us on the internet in any way, shape, or form, nor is she allowed to use any electronic means of communication to interact with us, either. This is why I have refrained from responding to any of her posts. It would be completely unacceptable for me interact with her with the expectation she cannot reply.

This leads me into restraining orders. No, you cannot get a restraining order on anybody for any reason. You certainly cannot get one "just because you don't like someone's hair color" as one asker put it. We had to provide evidence that it was necessary for our peace of mind and safety. Stalking is incredibly hard to prove, and "professional" stalkers know the laws and how to skirt them. I am lucky that she didn't. I've worked with people who have been stalked, due to the nature of my job, and will say I had it pretty easy in comparison, just due to the fact she was being so blatant.

I'm obviously not going to name names because she may be reading my blog, but if anything I say upsets her she only has herself to blame. Someone involved in the group chat had been lurking, just due to the fact they joined for the fandom and when it devolved into her talking about how much she hated me, they lost interest. However when she started talking about the intervention, they'd gone back and taken well over a hundred screenshots and compiled them into a folder. In these screenshots were also pictures she had taken of us from afar. Mostly pictures of me at clubs, or at arcades, or drinking/vaping, sometimes talking to men (strangers, people I never spoke to before or since, so I don't even recall these men, but I am a very chatty person and strike up conversations with people I don't know often) insisting that I must be having sex with them based on body language. If anybody even tried to say that I was just probably being friendly, she would immediately tell them she was going to kick them from the group. (She started the channel.) She would often post memes she found on the internet with the theme of how extroverts are terrible and simply leave my name as the comment. It seemed to have become a meme itself within the group chat: they'd find a meme about extroverts that was cruel, or even just a meme about how introverts are so much better, and simply respond with my name. This led to them using my face as a meme and simply reposting the extrovert meme texts around my face. The picture used was one she had taken of me sneezing, which looked absolutely ugly because I was sneezing. (To the handful of asks who made comments about me being an extrovert automatically made it ESH and all extroverts are obnoxious: try hard not to stress too much about starting high school in a few weeks. Freshman year is hard on everyone.)

Outside of the groupchat, although the photos she had taken of me without my consent was probably the only evidence really needed, "Mike" did recount the many, many times she would show up to events "coincidentally" or how she was shopping at all the places he shopped at the same time he shopped despite the fact she lived on the other side of the city where there are more stores closer to where she lives. Furthermore, many of our friends corroborated that she would often ask them what we were doing, if we had plans, and would often show up to events they were at but if we were not in attendance she would leave as soon as it was apparent we wouldn't be showing. Since we had all noticed this behavior, and die to my job I am well aware of the warning signs, we had all began writing down and taking pictures of these incidents, such as how her car was parked outside Mike's street (where it was public property) until two am a few times. The people that were in my house, I have come to find out, were minors, so im trying to be forgiving. I have not spoken to any of them since, and frankly I have no desire to ever speak to, or see, them again, but they are young and she absolutely had them convinced I was cheating. I ought to have called about her entering my home without permission, but I didn't. I didn't want to get cops involved.

Also, there has been a few "lesbians uhauling lol" comments that I can only assume are from terfs, so I don't particularly care, but for those who may be worried about the living situation for non terfy reasons: we have known each other for four years and been best friends for at least three of those four years. We got even closer this past year. Also, I was renting and the screaming did piss off my landlord and even though I explained the situation and I wasn't given an eviction notice, I didn't feel safe staying there because I started getting text reminders about noise complaints for, like, doing laundry in the afternoon. I brought up moving in together to his apartment, but we realized both of us were first time home buyers. He has good credit and doesn't have any school payments, so his debt to income ratio was practically nonexistent. I have great credit, although my DTI is higher than his. The mortgage was more than half what either of us were paying for rent. So really it actually made financial sense as well. We had been casually discussing it before we started dating, moving in as friends/roommates.

I feel like I'm doing as okay as I can, considering the circumstances. I'm a private person so I won't be putting my actual blog title nor hers anywhere. I have no desire to attract more attention to my blog, which is honestly just destiel, Good Omens, OFMD, and other ships. It's not a personal blog at all and I'd like to keep it that way.

#update #mentions of stalking

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hollywoodsargeant · 9 months

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hi dear President of the Logan Sargeant Worship Club. what are your favorite Logan selfies??? do let us know and do add commentary please... thank you

did not realize there was a logan sargeant worship club but happy to hear i am apparently the president. as always. thank you for entertaining my nonsense... i can definitely provide my favorite logan selfies with bonus commentary. my true purpose on this site

and you have fr come to the right person i have a separate folder in my camera roll for logan's selfies. separate as in separate from my main folder of logan pictures which is at... a cool 3.3k photos. still more than a third of my entire camera roll this guy

anyways here are The Selfies

call it recency bias call it being weak for logan on a boat call it whatever you want i like this one. wearing my favorite sunglasses and everything... the big white t-shirt... the scurff... all the moles on his neck... maybe i'm just obsessed with him. callum is also there hi callum

i legally cannot make a post about my favorite logan selfies without including this one. this was my lock screen for SO LONG. it does make a good lock screen fyi like bc he's all down at the bottom of the screen he doesn't get covered up at all... besides the point. surely you know how i feel about the Logan In New York Era (see my icon) but i love this picture. really good outfit imo bring it back

while i'm on new york here's this. the peace sign makes another appearance... as does. his affinity for horrible angles. he posted this one while i was in a bar for a show and i had a moment about it anyway (my friend laughed at me) then i threw myself headfirst into the mosh pit. good times take me back

whatever this black cap is he wears it a lot. backwards exclusively. it'll come back later. ANYWAYS. really good stuff spectacular work et cetera the gym will Also come back. first one is peak horrible selfie angle say hello to his eyelashes don't get to see those very much. i long to bite his neck

more logan and his buddies... more peace sign... more awkward little selfie smile. you will notice there is not a single smile with full teeth to be seen here. POINT IS I LIKE THESE ONES. the shirt he's wearing in the second one isn't he wearing that in some of the recent pics from ibiza... logan can you show me the inside of your closet. are there only three things in it (are you one of them) sorry

this is peak Tool Logan aka gym mirror pic. black backwards cap. Arm. I SHOULD'VE PUT THIS ONE IN THE ARMS POST... damn. well it's here now i like this selfie in spite of it's tool-ness and i want to eat him and and and

moving on.

black and white gym selfies specifically? he has some other black and white selfies that i did Not include because no. he seems partial to the b&w filter (esp recently) also shoutout benny. AND THE FUCKING PEACE SIGN AGAIN

speaking of benny. and peace signs. good shit. logan is so cute... emphasis on the second one bc he's wearing a mask but you can still tell he's smiling from his eyes... i love him so much. thank god he still did his hair to get on that plane. actually his hair is also done in every gym pic isn't it. What Is Your Problem Dude

his hair looks particularly Done in the home gp one. oh miami... my favorite sunglasses too... i love him so bad. it's so over

MORE PLANE. he's so cute. guy in hoodie guy in hoodie... and again with the hair. Alright. can't believe this guy ever buzzed his hair off considering how obsessed w it he is i remain to be convinced he lost a bet and had to do that

so not the point he's cute and i love this selfie and i want to kiss his face

all the same. he's so cute in this one too. and i like how his eyes look here... my baby my baby et cetera et cetera. why are you not looking at the camera what are you looking at why are your selfie angles so terrible YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE SO CUTE

backwards black cap. peace sign. bad angle. checking all the boxes in this one buddy... once again not looking at the camera but i still think he is perfect. every single time he posts a selfie it takes years off my life bc i am so horrendously down bad for him... draws a big red circle around his vaguely fucked up ear i love him so much

WOULD NOT BE A SELFIE COMPILATION WITHOUT THE TONGUE OUT IN THE GYM. still dying to know what the hell the motication was for this one. and a high angle for once? but like. put your tongue back in your mouth. slut

and these r included also for kicks. first one i mostly think he looks like an idiot and the other one is 90% dog. nice hand though (apologies i am not a dog person)

#ask #thank you all for entertaining my need to share logan pictures with commentary #truly the greatest use of my time #logan sargeant #i love all of his selfies very much and he should post more of them #show me ur pretty face logan

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Hello~ hopefully you have a wonderful day today and apologies in advance for flooding your ask box 👀💦

Ever since trey's birthday line... This one specifically

Make sense, cuz it's a birthday... BUT like what if on mc/Yuu/reader's birthday, they ask for the Heartslabyul boys on a date, hang out or sthg for the whole day ajfhsuchsb

Idk how many characters you can write per post (terribly sorry if this more than what you usually write... You can do it parts or not idk akfhsjsn...)

Thank you if you decide to write this 💕💕

I had also noticed that line and thought it seemed interesting. So I am more than happy to take you, mischievous reader, on an adventure with the Heartslabyul crew. Thank you for requesting and enjoy!

My Birthday My Way

Riddle has planned you a tea party for two. He has set up a small table with cute linens and a matching tea set. It looks very photogenic, Cater would totally approve!

Refreshments are a platter of finger sandwiches; it looks like 3 or 4 varieties at least. The tiny sandwiches are arranged in an appealing way, like a picture that belongs in a magazine. You wonder if this is in response to some tea-party rule or just his own strict standards.

Riddle brings your favorite tea; he will even look the other way if your preference doesn’t exactly match the Queen’s rules. If you happen to prefer lemon tea with two sugar cubes, well that is just perfect!

After tea, he thanks you for your time and invites you to join the next croquet game at Heartslabyul. He gives you a small nod of the head and offers to escort you to the mirror.

You approach the mirror of Heartslabyul that leads to the mirror chamber, accompanied by Housewarden Riddle. “Again, thank you for joining me for tea today, Prefect. I hope you enjoyed yourself and have a very merry birthday.” Riddle gives you a small smile and gestures to the mirror as if to say, here we part.

“Not so fast Riddle, I don’t think we are done here yet,” you say slyly. “I think now you are going to accompany me to Mostro Lounge to try the limited dessert menu they have there.” For just a moment, you’ve taken Riddle by complete surprise. His eyes open slightly wider and his mouth falls open into a small O; giving him a very innocent look. This small moment quickly gives way to anger; his eyebrows come to such a drastic slant that they almost touch, his mouth thins to an angry line and his face flushes until he is red as the roses he is named after.

“You must be feeling very bold today, Prefect,” he starts coldly “to tell me what to do.” You confidently smile back at him. “Well of course I’m feeling bold Riddle, it’s my birthday!” you cheerily tell him. “I know as well as you do that the Queen of Hearts rule states that a person should get whatever they wish for on their birthday. So really…you can’t refuse now, can you?” You give him a cheeky look, knowing you have him trapped.

You can imagine the gears in his head spinning as he goes over the last few minutes. His color slowly returns to normal as he thinks over the trap you’ve laid for him. Finally, he crosses his arms, gives you a pout and agrees with you. “Well, I suppose that is the rule. If it is your birthday wish, then I cannot refuse.”

“Awe thanks Riddle!” you shout as you grab onto his arm. “I just know we are going to have so much fun!” Riddle still looks at you dubiously, but your smile seems to win him over; he seems less angry than he was a moment ago. “Well then Prefect, shall we go?” he says as he again gestures to the Heartslabyul mirror. Arm in arm, you go through the mirror; first to the mirror chamber and then again through the mirror to Octavinelle.

You can only assume that sometime in his past, Riddle has some sort of “how to escort someone to dinner” lesson. He knows just the right way to hold his arm out, walk beside you and make smart, witty conversation. His very proper manners seem to elevate your silly impromptu outing, so by the time you arrive at the entrance of Mostro Lounge, you feel very fancy indeed.

Jade greets you at the entrance of the lounge. He seems amused to see Riddle in such a situation. “How honored we are that you have chosen Mostro Lounge for your date tonight,” Jade says with an amused smile. Riddle flusters and quickly says, “D date! It’s not a date! I’m merely treating the prefect to dessert for their birthday! Please keep such strange ideas to yourself!”

You chuckle at the situation and ask Jade if they still have the special limited dessert today. Jade allows himself to be diverted and informs you, “Why yes, we do. I’ll grab you both a dessert menu and seat you right near the coral reef window. The view from there is most excellent, perfect for a date.” Riddle gives a small yelp at Jade’s comment, but you just grab onto his arm tighter and pull him after Jade.

You slide into the booth Jade leads you to and Riddle slides next to you. Jade was right, the view truly is amazing. You smile and take the menu Jade hands you before he departs to give you time to decide on your selection. Riddle studies the menu with a serious look, as though his dessert selection were an important test he was in danger of failing. “Don’t worry about it, Riddle,” you say. “I’m sure they all will be delicious!”

Riddle looks at you with mild reproach, “Well then, what dessert have you decided on, if it is so easy to choose?” He makes a good point. The special dessert menu Azul has put together for the lounge this week has many tempting items. “Um…well, I think I’m going to have the hazelnut pudding and ice cream. Why…what were you thinking of?” Riddle eventually decides on macaron with a dish of berries and cream accompaniment.

Jade takes your order and heads back to the kitchen. You are just about to make some small talk when you hear a shout of “Date!” echo from the kitchen. You both look up to see Floyd poke his head out the kitchen door with a mischievous smile. His eyes settle on Riddle and his smile grows even wider. You are glad when Jade pulls him back into the kitchen before he can rush over to your table.

You both try to ignore the sense of foreboding and make conversation, but your worries are proven correct when Floyd comes to your table with your desserts. “Hey Goldfishie, I didn’t know you were dating Shrimpy! What gives? You aren’t going to tell your best friend about your date?” Floyd teases Riddle. Riddle gets flustered and starts sputtering, which seems to satisfy Floyd enough that he leaves your desserts and goes.

You laugh into your pudding and dig right in. Disappointingly, Riddle refuses to share his dessert; he claims it is unhygienic. At least your own choice is satisfying. As you finish the final spoonful, who should arrive at the table but Azul personally to drop off the bill. “Mostro Lounge thanks you for thinking of us for your special date,” he says in his smooth business-like voice. Riddle merely sighs, it seems he has given up on convincing anyone that this is not in fact a date.

You try to pay for your own dessert, but Riddle insists that it just wouldn't be proper to pay for your own dessert on your birthday. Riddle stands and offers his arm, escorting you back to the mirror chamber. It was a memorable night, one that neither you nor Riddle was likely to forget. Especially with Floyd, Jade and Azul ready to remind you!

It’s handy being a baker when a birthday comes around. It means you are always prepared with cake! Trey has made your favorite flavor for your special day.

He hand-delivers the cake to Ramshackle in the morning along with some extra plates and silverware. He knows you’ll want to share and worries that a dorm like Ramshackle won’t have enough dishes for everyone.

If you offer, he is even happy to stay and have a slice with you. It is satisfying to see someone enjoy the items he has baked. You’ll have to give him feedback on it so he can keep improving.

“And remember to brush your teeth extra carefully tonight, you wouldn’t want to get cavities,” Trey says to you as he heads toward the door of Ramshackle. “Let me know if you ever need help with anything else. Have a happy birthday Prefect.”

Before he can leave, you slide in front of him and place your arm across the doorway, baring him from exit. “Well, since you brought it up,” you say in an innocent voice, “I could actually use your help on my botany homework. You do that stuff in the science club, yeah?”

Trey gives you a startled look, having not anticipated you’d actually take him up on his offer. Or at least, not so soon. He adjusts his glasses to give himself a moment to think. “As much as I’d like to help you right now, I think I have to help Riddle with some paperwork today.

You give him a mischievous smile and tell him, “Oh, Riddle won’t mind. After all, it’s a part of the rules.” Trey gives you a confused smile. “Oh?” You throw an arm around him and remind him, “Yeah. Luckily, I have this senior that told me recently that the Queen of Hearts has a rule that you should get whatever you want on your birthday. How lucky for me, huh?”

You can tell by the expression on his face that he remembers those as his own words. “Well, I guess we can’t go breaking rules on your birthday. What sort of homework are you having troubles with?” he asks good-naturedly. You raise your fist in the air in a victory salute before dragging him off towards the botanical garden.

On the way, you explain about your assignment to grow a moon blossom flower and how you can’t get yours to bloom. You arrive at the patch dedicated to the first-years botanical projects and show him your blossom. The leaves are slightly yellow and wilted. Trey smiles and explains to you that your plant needs more nitrogen in the soil. He takes you over to the fertilizer area to show you what options are good for adding that to soil.

You are carrying a pail of fertilizer back to the patch when a small alarm sounds above you both. You know that sound, it is the warning that the automated rainfall system will be beginning momentarily. You look guiltily over at Trey moments before the artificial rain starts soaking you both. Trey seems to find humor in the situation, laughing instead of getting mad. Now he is the one pulling you along, back to your project to add your fertilizer, so you can both get out of the rain as fast as possible. In a short time, you both stand outside the botanical garden once again.

The cold air hits you as you step outside. You shiver and take stock of your clothing. The wet shirt you wear has become semi-transparent and you cross your arms over your chest in embarrassment. Trey notices this as well and looks politely away before handing you his jacket. You wrap up in it gratefully.

“Well, this is certainly a birthday story to remember!” you jokingly tell him. “Thanks for all your help today, Trey.” He smiles over at you while wiping the moisture from his glasses with the edge of his shirt. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself Prefect but now I really must be going before Riddle sees me wet. You don’t want to know what rule 124 says about getting soaked in the rain.” Trey sets off to Heartslabyul with a nod in parting. You can’t help but wonder; what does rule 124 say about being caught in the rain? Maybe you’ll ask Riddle tomorrow.

Cater invites you to have lunch at a café in town. It’s all the rage on Magicam right now! Isn’t it just the cutest place?

He encourages you to get an extra dessert. What? You think it’s just so he can take pictures of them for his Magicam without needing to eat the sweets? Ok, that is true but he is paying so just have the cake! Remember to not get a frozen one or it could melt by the time Cater has grabbed the perfect shot for his account!

The conversation is great. Cater knows all the current gossip about school and celebrities. It’s just so easy to lose track of time talking about everything and nothing. The balance between eating and chatting makes for a very enjoyable experience.

Cater pays for your meals and helps you out of your chair. You thank him again for the meal and take his arm as he walks you back to the gates of Night Raven College. “Well Prefect, this was great. Let’s do it again sometime!” Cater says, giving you a gesture more suited for a selfie than a goodbye.

“Oh sure,” you start, “in fact lets have some more fun right now!” Cater gives you a startled glance. “Ah, I was sort of hoping to get back and start editing the pics I took at lunch. Maybe another time.” He starts backing away slowly, as though to demonstrate just how badly he needed to go.

“How sad,” you say while wiping a fake tear from your eye, “and I thought all Heartslabyul students would be wanting to honor the Queen of Heart’s rule today. Trey was so kind to remind me that I should get anything I want on my Birthday, it’s a rule.” You step closer to him and tilt your head a little to the side. “I wonder what Riddle would say about this. Well, it probably doesn’t matter. You don’t need your head to edit photos.”

Cater grimaces and gives you a calculating look. “Alright Prefect, you win. What do I have to do to get out of this with my head?” You beam back at him. “I’m glad you see it my way! All I want is a little flying lesson.” Cater gives you a confused look, “Yeah but you don’t have magic, so you can’t fly anyway.”

You give him a bashful look. “That is the point. I hear Grim and my friends talk about flying class and it just sounds so fun. I’d like to try it at least once. Deuce told me you are really good at flight class, so I thought I’d ask you about it. I just don’t want to keep feeling like my friends are leaving me behind; you know?” Cater gives you a sad smile for a moment before putting back on his cheery face. “Alright Prefect, Cay-Cay is going to give you the greatest birthday flight lesson ever!”

You excitedly follow Cater to the sports field where the brooms are stored. Cater looks them over and chooses one for you using some criteria that is a mystery to you. You are only aware that he is considering it carefully by the way he looks over at you a time or two while making the selection. “Here we go!” Cater says cheerfully. He brings his selection to your side and straddles it while motioning for you to get on the back. You hop on behind him and place your hands on his shoulders for balance. “You might want to hold on better than that.” Cater says as the broom lifts you both slightly off the ground and you wobble on the back of the broom. “Try wrapping your arms around my waist. Don’t be shy,” Cater says with a teasing voice and a wink.

You quickly comply as Cater takes the broom to what would be standing height for you. It’s both thrilling and a touch frightening to hover off the ground with no barriers to falling. “Ready Prefect?” Cater asks. You give his waist a reassuring squeeze and tell him to go for it! He complies, taking you on a thrilling ride around the sports field. He gives you some quick turns and height changes; once even doing a fast loop, which left your heart in your stomach. “Maybe no more loops,” you say as you squeeze Cater tightly, to remind yourself that you are safe in his hands.

Cater seems to consider something before asking, “Want to go up and see the view?” He nods his head to the top of the NRC tower. It’s higher than you’d like but you know this might be a once in a lifetime chance to fly, so you nod and say, “Yes, I want to see it.” Cater takes you up slowly, going from rooftop to rooftop, gently increasing the height each time. Its fun to see your school from a new perspective; you happily shout to Cater about things you pass, “Hey, that’s our alchemy classroom!” and suchlike.

When you reach the summit, Cater has the broom hoover before telling you to take your look and let him know when you area ready to go back. You lean closer to Cater to look over his shoulder and see the whole of Sage Island laid out before you. You gasp and marvel at the sight, truly a grand sort of birthday gift. You continue to search out memorable landmarks but now have shifted to places tied to your memorable year at NRC.

“You can see Port Harbor! Oh, Portfest was so fun!” and “This would have been a great place to see the VDC, look how you could see right into the coliseum!” You know you are babbling a bit, but you are just excited to see it all. “Hey Cater, look, that is where we got knocked out of Beansfest. We made a good team, didn’t we?” you ask, leaning your head against his back in a sort of half-hug. Cater is silent, as though thinking over his own memory of that day and what sort of duo you make.

Finally, you give a small sigh, “Ok, I think I’m ready to go back.” He looks over his shoulder and smiles wickedly. “You want down now? Well, I suppose I need to give you exactly what you ask for on your birthday.” Your eyes get large, and you start saying, “no, no, no” right before Cater laughs and you both start on a dizzying descent, worthy of any roller coaster you’ve ever been on.

When you reach the ground (safely!) you are clinging to Cater for dear life. Cater sets his feet on the ground and leans back into you. For a few moments, you stay that way; you embracing him tightly and him quietly taking in the sensation. Eventually, your mind seems to catch up and you realize you can set your feet back on the ground. You end your death-grip on Cater and drag yourself off the broom.

You look over at Cater and say, “You did that on purpose.” He doesn’t look up and seems lost in thought instead, thinking about the ride or perhaps your strange behavior upon landing. After a moment, he does seem to sense you looking at him and meets your eye. You think this is the most genuine you’ve ever seen him, not trying to hide behind his usual cheerful persona. It is gone in a flash as Cater seems to recall himself and puts back on his cheerful smile. “Hey Prefect, I’m just making some memories for you! Ooh, lets take a selfie! #FlyingLessons #ProfCay-Cay #NRCviews.”

You aren’t sure exactly what Cater had gotten out of the experience, but you know you do have some special new memories to carry with you.

Ace wakes up surprisingly early on your birthday and heads to Ramshackle to make you breakfast! Its like a double gift because you don’t have to cook, and you don’t have to use your meager allowance on ingredients.

The Queendom of Roses is known for its sweet foods, so its no surprise that Ace makes pancakes for breakfast! There are also some sausages to go with it. He tosses a few apples on the counter too, but they feel more like an afterthought. Perhaps Riddle told him his breakfast wasn’t nutritious enough?

How is Ace’s cooking? Not bad. The pancakes get a trifle overdone but not enough to affect the taste. Plus, when you cover it all with maple syrup or powdered sugar, any imperfections seem to disappear.

After breakfast, Ace stacks the dishes in the sink and offers to walk you to class. You notice he doesn’t actually do the dishes, but you figure you can only expect so much out of your slacker friend.

The bell rings on the last class of the day. You stand from your seat and head over to chat with Ace and Deuce before they leave for club activities. Both of your friends seem enthusiastic about their upcoming sports club activities. You feel slightly left out that Crowley just assigned you to be the recorder alone in place of letting you join your classmates in a proper club.

“Sorry you didn’t get to join a sports club, Prefect.” Deuce says to you, echoing your thoughts. “There is nothing like having a good run after a day sitting in classes. It gets me so pumped up!” Deuce gives you his delinquent grin while cracking his knuckles. Ace gives you a smirk and says, “Guess you’ll have to find another way to burn off those pancakes, Prefect.” You look at Ace with narrowed eyes. “Is that so? Well, if you have such great ideas on working off breakfast, maybe I should go with you to Basketball Club?”

Ace’s eyes widen and he sputters, “W w what? You can’t just come to another club! Its not allowed! Plus...,” he hesitates before saying under his breath, “they guys would tease me relentlessly.” You smile, this does sound like the just the right way to end your special day and get back at Ace for leaving you with the dishes. “I think this is a great idea. I’m definitely going!” Ace looks back and forth, as if searching for an escape. “The the RULES! We can’t just break rules when we are in Heartslabyul. You know, Queens spirit and all.” You smile back at him. “Well, fortunately for you, Trey informs me it is a rule that someone gets to do everything they want on their birthday. So why don’t we get moving, pal?”

Ace tries to bargain with you more but Deuce shuts him down, not letting him get a word of excuses in. As the time to club activities draws closer, Ace finally realizes his isn’t going to win this exchange and agrees. You cheerfully follow after him to the gymnasium where the basketball club practices. Jamil greets you curiously as you enter and you explain your desire to sit in on their practice. “Unfortunately, we have an even number in the basketball club currently, so you’ll have to sit and watch.” A slight tip of his head directs you to a set of bleachers where you head to settle in.

“Shrimpy!!!” a cry comes from the locker-room’s direction. Floyd comes barreling into you and gives you a squeeze. “What are you doing here Shrimpy? Did you come to watch my cool moves?” You gasp for breath in his tight squeeze and explain to Floyd that you came with Ace. Floyd turns to look at Ace and asks, “What, why does Crabby get to bring a date to club?” Ace sputters back at him. Jamil rolls his eyes and corrals the students into teams for drills.

To your great surprise, Ace is pretty good. He makes a good percentage of the shots he takes and doesn’t get many fouls called on him. The only downside is he is somewhat of a ball-hog but honestly, this is NRC, they all seem to think that they are the star player. You’ve come with Ace though, so you decide to cheer him on like his own personal cheer squad. This is not helpful as you thought it would be, as the stilly cheers actually seem to make Ace play worse.

“Go, go, go! You can do it!” you shout jubilantly. “Shoot! Shoot! Go…..ok no big deal, maybe next time.” Ace gives you a withering look after missing a shot. His embarrassment of your cheering only makes you want to do it more. Jamil and Floyd are so entertained by the situation that they egg you on as well. The whole practice ends up being like something from a TV sitcom.

“Shrimpy better start motivating Crabby before I come over there and steal the ball.” Floyd yells to the stands. You oblige by staring a nonsense chant. “Ace, Ace, he’s our man. If he can’t do it, no one can!” Then you follow up that poetic inspiration with a hearty Wooooo! Ace stumbles at your ridiculous cheer and Floyd does in fact steal the ball out from his grasp. The face he makes as he watches Floyd take the ball all the way to the hoop for a dunk is so funny that Jamil has to excuse himself to go laugh in the locker room. You and Floyd are not so polite and share a hearty laugh from where you are. Ace rolls his eyes at your childishness and tries to psych his team up for the next play before Jamil can return to resume the game. The rest of the practice continues in a similar manner, to Ace’s dismay and everyone else’s delight.

After the practice finishes, you walk to Ace and give him a playful punch on the shoulder. “Better luck next time, Champ.” Ace gives you a frustrated look for a second before it transforms into a wide smirk. Now you are on your guard. “What’s with that look?” you ask. “Oh, I was just thinking,” Ace starts, “about all the fun we are going to have when its MY birthday, Prefect.” This was an angle you hadn’t considered. “Just you wait, Prefect, the payback is going to be even sweeter than my cake!”

You’ll have to speak to Crowley later about how that research into finding you a way home is going.

Deuce isn’t the richest friend you have, which is why he chose to help you out around Ramshackle as his gift. He shows up bright and early in his gym uniform, ready to work! Don’t hold back, he is used to doing housework from helping his Mom out back home.

You are more than happy to take advantage of his offer and start him on dusting. You wish you could monopolize his labor all day long but settle for having the lounge area and a spare room for guests done.

Then, you let Deuce help you sweep the floor while you wash the windows. You chat as the work goes along. It’s not necessarily fun but having someone there to help with the work (because no way you can pin Grim down to do chores) really helps the time pass.

Deuce holds his fist up to his chest with a look of pride on his face as he looks over the lounge. His smile is infectious, and you find yourself smiling back at him as well. “That went well,” You say happily, “I think we really made this place look presentable!” Deuce bashfully accepts the compliment and tells you that he’ll come help you again sometime.

You walk Deuce to the door but the more you think on it, the more you are sure you aren’t ready for your day with Deuce to be over. Luckily, Trey had recently let you in on a good tip… “Say Deuce, I think we should do something else. It’s my birthday, so I want to have even more fun today!” you start smiling slyly as you say, “and you know that on your birthday...” “OK.” Deuce interrupts you. “I’m sorry, what?” you ask him in surprise. “I said Ok. Its your birthday, so we will do what you want to do.” Deuce replies earnestly. “I thought I was going to have to talk him into it,” you think to yourself.

“So, Prefect, what did you have in mind?” Deuce asks you. You hadn’t really planned anything; it was more of a spur of the moment thought. “Well, something exciting or fun maybe?” you say in an unsure voice. Deuce looks like he is pondering your request before straightening up with a smile. “Meet me in fifteen minutes on Main Street! I know just the thing!” Then he dashes away, quickly using his speed to fall from your sight.

Around fifteen minutes later, you stand looking at the statues of the Great Seven, waiting for Deuce to arrive. You look at the Queen of Hearts statue and recall she is the reason you even met your good friends Ace and Deuce. If it hadn’t been for the shenanigans of Ace and Grim on that first day, who knows if you’d have formed the bonds you have.

Your reminiscent thoughts are interrupted by the roar of machinery. You quickly jump to the side of the path to make way for whatever vehicle was coming. It turns out to be unnecessary as the sound proves to be a magic wheel which the driver pulls to a sweeping stop right in front of you. With a flourish, Deuce removes his helmet, setting it on his knee as he greets you. “Ah, there you are Prefect. You said you wanted excitement, so I thought what’s more exciting than a fast-paced ride on a magic wheel!” Deuce says cracking his knuckles with a wild smile.

He reaches behind him where he has another helmet secured and hands it to you. You gingerly put it on before getting behind him on the magic wheel. You have a moment of panic; Deuce isn’t exactly your most responsible friend. Will you be safe? Then your chance for contemplation is over as Deuce sets the magic wheel into sudden and rapid motion. For one moment, your hands tighten in fear before the wind whips into your body and your fear melts into pure exhilaration.

“Woo!” you yell out behind Deuce, sometimes laughing and other times shouting in excitement at the ride. Deuce knows his way around a magic wheel and it shows. He takes you on a winding path and makes exciting hairpin turns that leave you breathless. Then he finds large straightaways where he can open the speed up to max! From moment to moment, you are never sure what will come next.

Finally, the speed of the magic wheel reduces and you see that you’ve reached a beach in the town below Night Raven. “I came here with a friend once before. It’s a great place to watch a sunset.” Deuce tells you. He is right. As the sun slowly sets, the colors of the sky reflect beautifully upon the sea water. The sound of the waves is comforting, and the calls of the seabirds create their own kind of music to accompany the event.

As the sun finally falls below the horizon, you say to Deuce, “That was beautiful. I’m glad you were able to get permission from Dorm Leader Riddle to be out after curfew to show it to me.” The sudden way Deuce stiffens lets you know that he had not in fact thought of getting permission. You look at each other in mild panic before you both rush back to the magic wheel to return to school, hopefully before you are missed.

When you reach the gates of NRC, you see your hopes were in vain. Riddle is waiting for you both with an angry look upon his face. “You have some nerve breaking the rules, you two.” You grimace as he continues to rant angerly at Deuce about the importance of following school rules, especially in Heartslabyul. This gives you a sudden sense of inspiration. You know it is a long shot but you tentatively interrupt Riddle’s scolding. “Dorm leader, I am so sorry for keeping Deuce out late. I wouldn’t normally but you see, it is my birthday today. I know the Queen’s rule state that you should get everything you want on your birthday, so I thought it would be alright. I see now that I was wrong. Please forgive us, Dorm Leader!” you shout as you both bow your heads.

Riddle lets you both stay with your bowed heads for an uncomfortably long time before scoffing at you. “Well, if that is how it is, I guess I can let it go this time.” You jump up in excitement. “Oh, thank you, Dorm Leader! We promise not to do it again!” Riddle seems mollified by your statement and replies, “Yes, yes. See that you don’t. And Prefect, I hope you had the merriest of Birthdays.” Then he motions for Deuce to follow him. You wave at your friend as he departs back toward the main campus behind his imposing Dorm Leader.

Ramshackle comes into view and you see Grim standing outside holding a slice of cake. “You have no idea how hard it was for the Great Grim to save this slice of cake for you henchman!” he shouts. “Now take it before I change my mind.” You smile and accept his gift. He looks at you carefully, “Did you have a good day?” It really was a great Birthday. You smile down at your furry companion, “Yeah Grim, I got everything I wanted today.” Happy Birthday Prefect.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade

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mistydeyes · 10 months

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Are your pairings still open? Feel free to ignore this if they aren't

Pronouns:

She/her

Appearance:

5ft tall (short as hell) and chubby.

I'm very Pale with freckles and green eyes. I have dyed black hair cut into a shag with bangs.

I'm very insecure about my body and kinda hate the way I look. I may have a slight eating disorder but Im usually fine. Currently trying to lose weight healthily.

I dress kinda alternative in blacks and am always wearing a bunch of jewelry. (Mostly ones I make). I am also always wearing boots (Often platform boots).

I wear tight pants both beacause they look good and I have sensory issues. I can't stand loose ones and mostly wear yoga pants.

Other:

I love to sew, crochet, make jewelry, draw etc... Basically anything where I get to create something. I love seeing an idea come to life. I'm constantly making things and I like to fidget with anything I get my hands on (meaning I have a habit of breaking stuff) (oops).

I constantly crave affection (but will never admit to that) I really love cuddling, and am definitely touch starved but anyone who knows that has figured it out themselves. Because for some reason my brain thinks I don't deserve any of it.

I am way too nice to everyone, even at my own expense and tend to Bury my emotions when I am in pain. I have Depression and some anxiety and tend to worry about if anyone I know actually likes me while simultaneously thinking that I don't deserve anyone to love me.

I am shy and awkward as heck. But I will talk your ear off if you get to know me.

I love all animals and have a particular fondness for the odd ones. Reptiles and fish are awesome but I love everything including worms that I will rescue from the sidewalk.

I own some fish and shrimp that I love. My plecos and my gecko are like my babies. Especially my boy Groot. He's an albino bristnose pleco and is very ugly, but I love him so much. My entire phone is photos of him and my leopard gecko Leo. (Resisting the urge to attach one) (nevermind) (I'm attaching photos of him, Leo, and my other pleco- Carlos)

I know a lot of random facts about animals and can rant for hours about my interests. Very passionate about animals and their care. Love all mine even if I might play favorites.

I'm also not super Great at reading social situations. Expecially flirting. I am so oblivious and unless someone is incredibly direct I won't notice it or think it's a joke.

I will gift people I like things I make. I make a lot of plushies in particular that I create. I love to see people happy

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish (a/n: ur lil pets are absolutely adorable!! i literally cannot get over how cute they are, thank you so much for including pictures of them)

How you met: The first time you and Johnny met was definitely a story that entertained all your friends. It all started when you were at the pet store buying crickets and mealworms for your geckos. As you inspected the container of dried insects, someone came up next to you. You first noticed his basket was full of a 5lb bag of dog food that he effortlessly held in one hand. The next was his smile that lit up is face as he looked at you. "I think a restaurant would be a better place to find food don't you think," he asked you and you were a little confused. "But these aren't for me, they're for my geckos," you corrected and his smile faltered a bit. "I uh was just saying maybe I could take you to a nice restaurant some time," he sheepishly said and rubbed the back of his neck as his face grew pink. You had a habit of being terrible at reading social situations and were blushing profusely. "OH, I'm sorry I'm really bad at telling when people are flirting with me," you corrected. "Don't worry, I'm Johnny by the way," he said as he shook your hand, "how about I give you my number and you can call me when you're free? It looks like you have a little army to feed." He wasn't wrong, you were rushing home to feed your babies and this was just meant to be a pit stop. He read out his number as you typed in his number on your phone. "And don't worry if you don't want to, I won't take it to heart," he joked and went to go pay for his things. You stared at your phone for a while as you looked at his contact name "Johnny AKA pick-up line guy."

A peek into your relationship: "Open it," you said excitingly as you pushed the box into Johnny's hands. You had been working on a gift for him for ages and were happy to finish it just as winter was approaching. You had tried your best to keep it a secret and delayed the project as Johnny would always find a way next to you. "Alright, alright, chill little lass," he said as he pulled apart the layers of gift wrap and the lid to a box. You watched intently as he grabbed the two items which sat on a pillow of tissue paper. "You've really outdone yourself, bonnie," he said as he pulled out a crochet hat and scarf. "Heard you can get cold when patrolling and I thought it would keep you warm," you smiled as he inspected the stitches. He eventually saw that you had sewn a little patch with a dog that looked similar to his. "Yer attention to detail is something else," he said as he tried on the set for you. You quickly grabbed your phone as you snapped a picture of him. "That one's a keeper," you said as you laid your head in his lap. He took this time to pepper your face with kisses as you laughed at his stubble brushing your face.

Months later when he was on deployment, you got a message from Ghost that showed the scenery of a snowy cliff and in the center of photo was Johnny bundled up with his scarf and hat.

#izziespairings #madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #mw2

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the-lancasters · 1 year

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A selection of the correspondence between Robert and Alexandra over the last 18 months

AN: Trying something a bit different with the narrative style! 😬 Their relationship has been slowly growing in the background but haven't actually seen each other since the wedding.

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Dear Alexandra,

I hope you were serious about writing those letters, unfortunately it is the most reliable form of communication out here on the ship - the internet is terrible and with 300 crew members trying to contact their loved ones…well lets just say it can turn into an all out brawl sometimes. Being a prince gives me no special privileges on this ship - it's actually something I love most about serving. I'm not Prince Robert, I’m just Lieutenant Lancaster.

Re-adjusting to life on board after the wedding has been interesting - but it always is after I go home for any length of time.

The guys gave me shit for all the fancy dinners and dancing - they all watched the wedding broadcast on board apparently and said that my hat was 2 degrees off centre. Like they could tell from a live feed!

I enjoyed showing you Lancaster Palace in my last days on shore, it's a special place to me. Kissing you in the moonlight at the music pavilion will stay with me for a very long time.

Robert

Dear Robert,

I was half convinced you were joking about the letter writing, but I am glad to be proved wrong for once! Things have really quietened down here - Charles and Vic have left for their honeymoon, and the city is going back to normal after the frenzy of events.

It's surreal going back to my little job after being a part of something so massive. I think my colleagues now look at me differently. They haven’t been all jokes like yours, more like there's this invisible wall that has come down between us. I think they see me as ‘different’ now. Even though they already knew that my father is the Earl of Winslow! I guess it's a bit more real for them now.

I also enjoyed the personal tour of Lancaster Palace. It's quickly becoming special to me too.

Alexandra

Dear Alexandra,

I'm sorry to hear things are awkward at your job. Would it help finding a new place? I remember you saying that there was only so far you could go at this charity organisation and that a bigger one would give you more space to grow.

I can sympathise with the whole ‘looking at you differently’ thing. But in my experience they often settle down soon and remember that you are actually a person, and more than a picture on TV..

Robert Robert,

I did it! I got the job at the Global Women in Business Foundation! I start in two weeks and it cannot come soon enough. The people here are still not gone back to the prewedding state like you promised and I'm looking forward to escaping the staring.

I don’t know how much you see of the news out there but Vic is coming under some heavy criticism at the moment and I don’t know how she keeps that smile on her face during engagements. I went to visit her and she's pretty distraught.

No one seems to be helping her - is this normal? I don’t know what to do.

Alexandra

Alexandra,

I'm sorry to hear that Victoria is struggling, I know that it can’t be easy coming into this particular family. I'm also concerned about the fact that she doesn’t have any support. I’ve contacted Charles to see what the hell is going on. From my experience the staff around you make or break you as a royal. So tell her to get going on that part and the rest should follow.

Robert

Robert,

That was some sage advice you gave. And I don’t know what you said to Charles but all of a sudden the roadblocks seemed to clear! I don’t know if Charles was the roadblock but someone was and he may have just pushed them aside. Whatever the reason - thank you. Victoria seems more like her old self again.

Things are going well at the foundation, I've managed to even make a couple of friends! Which is helpful since Vic isn’t exactly free for after work drinks anymore.

Have they told you yet about your next leave? Maybe we could have dinner?

Love, Alex

Dear Alex,

Dinner with you sounds like the most perfect thing in the world to me right now. But it doesn’t look like I'll be back this year. My mother is, of course, devastated that I won’t be home for Christmas. It's her favourite time of year, and with Victoria being pregnant she seems to have put the ‘perfect family’ lever in overdrive.

Maybe she is over compensating for all the Christmas' that we would spend in separate parts of Sanderton House. Margaret and I would hide up in the nursery and bribe one of the maids to bring us snacks while we played board games.

So while dinner is off the cards, for a while at least, maybe I could call you? We will be in port next week and with most guys going on shore I will actually have a chance at having a semi-private phone call.

Love, Robert

Dear Robert,

I will be waiting by the phone!

Love, Alex

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beej-hunnicutt · 10 months

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Okayyy, I grabbed a bunch of this year's (plus one from December, technically two) actually like "finished drawings" and ramble abt the good, the bad, and the ugly. I just watched an artists tier their art. So yeah lol maybe I'm in the mood to ramble abt mine lol. Below the cut because...so many pictures lol.

Like, don't get me wrong, I loooooove this Frances drawing, but like. It's kinda just there. Like I feel good when I see it. But I WANT IT TO FEEL MORE AAAAA. Like I'm sure abt almost all of these, I just wish I had given it an atmosphere. I actually think this has a cute light palette it actually kinda works. But I wish I had actual lighting in it <3. Where is the vibe and scene?! I think I should go old photograph. Which is what I wanted to do, but I have no idea how. I still plan on expanding out this drawing, maybe changing it slightly, so hopefully, I will do that better!! I also kinda put this Andy with it. Because I feel kinda the same abt it. I think both lack shadows too, which goes with lack of environment. But I think the soft feel of Andy's is nice! I'm glad I colored it. And actually think I like how undefined the background it on this one. It does something for me! Oh didn't mean it, but love the contrast of the complimentary book cover! Didn't intend that, just picked a book I enjoy and think Andy would enjoy. But like that affect.

Despite really feeling like Andy is still not mixed with the background, I actually really like this one! I think toneally it has a vibe. And it's just like a portrait so I cannot complain too much!

I really enjoy this Mary and Frank piece! I love the colors and like how its kinda painterly but still heavily influenced by the sketch and it can still be seen. I like that I attempted more usage of different hues, not sticking to the main color. Like Mary's sleeve? LOVE THAT. Same with the sweater detail on Frank! I put the Kik one with it because for a quick sketch turned painting I think it is good. I like the vibe. I think I should either heavily fix it or redo it. I think if I keep going at it, I can make it a piece I am really proud of!

Okay, admittedly, I put these together because they're kinda the same size but lol. Andy; tried something new, think I heavily failed. But I DO like the colors and like I tried texture, though you can tell I didn't know what to do with it lol. The Lincoln, this piece is rlly old, AND IT WAS BADDDD. I think the half assed fixed version is 1000% better. It's by no means perfect. I rEALLY like the shadow of his head on the pillow. But aha, just wish there was more. But overall not terrible! I like it for what it is. And has a special place for being like my first Lincoln piece that wasn't just his fatigues one. :")

LOVE THE VIBE, I like Grayscale, like the intense shadow. I think the shadows on him could be a but nicer of course. And I do think his hair was kinda poorly done but oh well. I am not the biggest fan of his face? It's not bad, but I think I have done better John faces. I do know; I detailed his face in color and I think I like that better lol.

Lincoln, like, I like the face and coloring of that but it's just so meh. It's a figure like I always do. I like the coloring a lot more when I went back and added deeper shadows. But idk. It's okay </3. And oh!! I group a different Lincoln picture with this one, it has no background but the shadows on his uniform are SO good. It made me loooovve the drawing. And is still a fave. It is what inspired me to add deeper shadows here.

And I've never shared this version of this John drawing. It's a shaving cream prank. Dear God. Help me. I love how John's body turned out. I think his face is nice; its okay. I think I sucked at again giving him a shadow. I couldn't commit to the main shadow and I think it just kinda sucked all life from it. With the Lincoln drawing I don't like the background. With the John one I am torn. I think I should have detailed the ground more? Maybe? Idk. These two, Frank by the water and Andy reading, were all close together and done in January, and they all kinda have the same bckgrnd theme. Idk how I feel abt that choice. For the guys' anyways.

Actually seeing all of these were nice! Because I actually do like nearly all of these pieces! And I feel nervous but very inspired to keep trying to motivate myself to finally take that final step. And maybe try to play into that for the entire piece, not just adding it at the end...and not adding it. I rlly want to try to get a bit more creative too, like interesting things not just person standing there. But idk.

If you read all of this. Omg thank you sorry for rambling your ear off!!! 🫂💗

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agardenandlibrary · 2 years

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The Dragon Reborn: chapters 37-38

Shorter post this time so I can finish a different book for my podcast, now that I'm starting that up again.

Something I forgot to mention at the end of chapter 36 is that Rand murders a bunch of people (they might've been hunting him? this is unclear. Rand's perspective is so paranoid and disjointed) and then does this with their corpses:

The Power still filled him, the flow from saidin sweeter than honey, ranker than rotted meat. Abruptly he channeled-not really understanding what it was he did, or how, only that it seemed right; and it worked, lifting the corpses. He set them in a line, facing him, kneeling, faces in the dirt. For those who had faces left. Kneeling to him. "If I am the Dragon Reborn," he told them, "that is the way it is supposed to be, isn't it?" Letting go of saidin was hard, but he did it. If I hold it too much, how will I keep the madness away? He laughed bitterly. Or is it too late for that?

On to Egwene et al!

Egwene, Nynaeve, and Elayne are on a boat. They're passing Cairhien which is currently smoldering piles of ash, mostly, thanks to the civil war going on.

Egwene has been Dreaming almost every night. Her dreams don't give her anything concrete to work on really. She continues to be super into Channeling, in like a "probably going to channel too much some day and die about it" way.

"Terrible," Elayne murmured. "It is so terrible." "What is?" Egwene said absently. Elayne gave her a startled look, and then a frown. "That!" She gestured toward the distant smoke. "How can you ignore it?" "I can ignore it because I do not want to think of what the people are going through, because I cannot do anything about it, and because we have to reach Tear. Because what we're hunting is in Tear." She was surprised at her own vehemence. I can't do anything about it. And the Black Ajah is in Tear.

Now you're thinking like Aes Sedai! You can't solve every problem in your way. I do think there's a balance between always looking at the bigger picture and helping the people around you. The Aes Sedai have become, perhaps, too attached to the big picture of late.

Their boat wrecks and Nynaeve declares they'll walk to the next village. Egwene makes a good point that Nynaeve has a tendency to tell them what to do, like she's still the Wisdom, even though technically they should all be on the same footing.

On their way, they encounter some Aiel, including!!

Aviendha!! Elayne's future girlfriend!!

Aviendha is here with her own girlsquad, presumably also searching for the Dragon Reborn. She asks for their help to heal one of her wounded. We get some Aiel cultureshock, Egwene finds all of this suspicious, etc. etc.

"I will help her if I can," Nynaeve said slowly. "I cannot make promises, Aviendha. She may die despite anything I can do." "Death comes for us all," the Aiel said. "We can only choose how to face it when it comes. I will take you to her."

Nynaeve gets angry so she can Channel and Heal, and all's well that ends well.

Ugh, I was gonna say please take the Aiel to help you hunt down the Black Ajah but the Aiel are sworn never to harm an Aes Sedai and they seem like they take their oaths seriously. OH WELL.

#cara reads wot #cara reads the dragon reborn #the dragon reborn #wheel of time

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benezie · 6 months

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Just got this bad little barbie published and they fucked up the formatting and added a million typos so I'm posting it here as a celebration of my first follower since I've started posting again. ILY. This is a monologue from a play I wrote called 'Antlers'

FLORA - Because what do I want to say to you, because what do I want to say to you? It's 1:15. Work is done, so I’ll wallow till 5. Then I’ll walk through the door, and what can I say? The words aren’t coming out. They're getting tangled, they're getting tangled like those goddamn antlers. I can’t pull them apart from each other. All I can think of is the word you– you is the only word that refers to you. And I can't tell how I feel about this word now, is it wonderful or terrible? So what can I say? Two nights I dreamt we groped for each other and then your face turned to ice. That’s it. I don’t know if I want to tell you that. Three nights ago I had a dream that you were my therapist, and you asked me: “how many times a week do you masturbate?”, and I didn’t think that question was very helpful or informative in finding out who I am, or who you are, or what we are, felt like you just wanted to watch me squirm on the couch while you sat behind a desk. Because what do I want to say to you? This morning, after I said “can you do this for me”, and you didn’t even respond, and everything else ensued, I went to the bonsai garden. You can make a bonsai out of any kind of tree. It just takes regular trimming, and the twisting of wires around the limbs. There was this one bonsai that was made from two trees- their bodies entwined with copper, woven together. And I couldn’t help but think this growth wasn’t natural. The trees were gorgeous, but they were bound to each other. [beat] And them not really knowing who bound them together. I don’t know what I want to say to you, only that it hasn’t been said in words yet. I don’t know how to feel about you, only that I feel everything. So what can I say to you? Tonight I will knock on our door wearing a face I cannot anticipate. You too will wear a face I cannot anticipate. Your wet red mouth will be centered by my dark wood door frame. I can picture it opening, opening with a question. For the life of me, I cannot imagine what it will be. So how could I respond? Or do I speak first? I feel like my tongue is rough. Like my mouth is massive, my lips swollen. I blab and blab, but I feel like I’ve never said anything at all. [beat] Last night I also had a dream about you, it was odd and hard to put into words. We walked around the bonsai garden and on a pedestal, where a tree should be, was a plastic bag. We stepped inside of it, and instantly the bag began to shrink. Soon, we were vacuum sealed together, and people from all over came to the museum to see our togetherness. And because it was you, I felt, fine. Not comfortable, neither of us could move our limbs, but I accepted this is how it would be. Us pressed together, being watched forever. God, I don’t want to say any of this to you. I read this author who said something along the lines of “I don’t write for pleasure, or joy, or to be remembered. I write because I have to. It would be a joy to not have anything to say at all”, and I think that’s bull. It would be a joy to, to just know! To say anything important at all. To be seen. [Long pause] Seen. That’s all I wanted to be.

#writing #monologues #bad little barbie (i'm her little king)

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bylightofdawn · 1 year

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Okay, I've actually made some really good progress tonight and Cody and Slick are....le gasp actually communicating and not being bastards to one another.

Slick is also dropping some MAD truthbombs on Cody which is wrecking his entire life. aka telling him about the biochips and Order 66 etc.

I'm kinda chuffed so I'm posting an extra snippet.

I have also decided that yes, I am going to put a little one-sided Codywan agenda into this fic and also a heavy implication of Waxer/Boil because yeah the more I exist in this fandom, the more I'm 1,000% on board with this pairing. And cloneshipping in general mainly because in an army of millions of men, not everyone is going to view the man by his side as a brother. Sure, there's the concept of brother but it's more bro level of brother and then prolly a small batch of say batchmates or people you trained with you might consider family. But otherwise? Yeah ya'll are nuts if you don't think in the heat of battle and post battle adrenaline when people are hot and bothered that they didn't find some company for some mutual winding down.

Also, accelerated puberty? Yikes, that must have been a spunk-fueled shitshow. I have a brother and had to witness his puberty and the honestly embarrassing amount of morning wood boners he had.. It was super awkward all around. So yeah, shenanigans happened, is all I"m saying. And if that offends people and they feel the need to clutch their pearls, just don't. I'm not going to engage with that bullshit or argue with random people on the internet over something that I just don't think is that serious.

Okay, posting this snippet under the cut.

Unfortunately for Cody, he found himself facing down the barrel of Slick’s blaster for a third time today.

“I would strongly advise you to rethink your actions. I don’t want to have to shoot you again. Surely that would cause some kind of lasting damage.”

“If you shoot me again, I am going to rip your karking throat out.” Cody snarled at him with a wrathful expression.

“I actually understand and sympathize with that sentiment. I cannot imagine you’re feeling too hot, so why don’t you drop the hydrospanner and take a seat so we can have a civilized conversation.”

“As if that is even a possibility.”

“It is if you would pull your head from your ass and stop dwelling on the past. I’m actually forbidding either of us from bringing up the past because this isn’t about the past. This is about the future, your future to not put too fine of a point on it.”

The quarrelous part of Cody wanted to immediately reject that out of hand but there was some wisdom in Slick’s words.

“I gave you plenty of time to cool off and had hoped maybe you struggling to escape the bindings for a few hours would distract you enough that you can stop being a shabuir about this and we can get some meaningful progress accomplished.”

“How could you even know I was trying to escape?” Cody asked skeptically.

“I have cameras all over the place.” Slick used his free hand to tap a monitor which clearly showed a picture of the now empty bed. “I was a little concerned you’d actually hurt yourself when I saw the blood staining the sheets so I came in to check on you and your pretty terrible sleeping act. I even pushed a little extra pain-meds in hopes it would help with the pain.”

“And you expect me to believe this osik? Why not just confront me like a man?”

“Because I tried that, and you lost your karking mind. You are so angry and willing to demonize me that you can’t even listen to what I’m saying. Much less see I genuinely have the best intentions in mind and am trying to help you. Because even if I hate you back, I’m going to free every brother I can find. Even shabuir like you. I also figured that letting you have your escape attempt it might make you more congenial to listening to what I’m saying since you would have some sense of agency and control over your actions. I know what it feels like to be made powerless and how hopeless that makes you feel.”

Cody felt a scowl tug at his brows, but he couldn’t find a good counterargument to Slick’s statements. Not without sounding like a petulant child, so he carefully moved to slide into the co-pilot’s seat. He also attempted to ignore the fission of guilt that ran through him at Slick’s next statement. He didn’t want to empathize with the bastard because he had no one to blame but himself! But the sad truth of the matter was, he ha become all too familiar with the emotions Slick was describing, and it felt truly miserable, so he couldn’t help but empathize, even if it were just a little bit. “Alright, I’m listening.”

Slick moved the blaster to his lap.

“Okay, so we are headed to a rendezvous point where we are going to meet up with Howzer or maybe one of his other compatriots. They will take you from here to the next course on your journey. We like to keep things segregated so that if one of us gets captured, we don’t endanger the entire operation. So good news, you only have to suffer my company for another day or so.”

Cody manfully bit back a snarky comment and just nodded. “I think one of my men may have defected and has gone to Ryloth. He and his…partner befriended a young Twi’lek and she made a huge impression on them. I got the feeling they were planning to return to Ryloth and and try to adopt her or something so if he’s gone anywhere, it would be there.”

A look of consideration flits across Slick’s face. “What’s his name? I can see if we have any record of us helping him?”

“Boil.”

“Doesn’t ring any bells but Howzer might know more. I can’t promise you’re going to be sent there but once they get your chip taken care of and issue you a new chaincode, you might be able to travel there to look for him if you’re very careful. Howzer spent a lot of time on Ryloth so he’d definitely be the man to talk to.”

“Wait. What chip?”

Slick looked at him, visibly taken aback. “Wait…you don’t know about the chip? Order 66?”

Cody felt uneasiness wash through him when Slick even uttered those words. It brought up a wave of unpleasant and blurry memories of that awful day on Utapau. How he and his men just blithely opened fire on Obi-Wan, utterly convinced the man was a traitor.

Which, in retrospect, was pure banthashit. It had taken him months to untangle the cognitive dissonance surrounding his actions that day.

“I know about Order 66 though as time has passed…I’m questioning if that was a just order. Especially after the 501st went through the Temple and massacred everyone in their path, even younglings who couldn’t possibly have been traitors.”

Some of the tension in Slick’s body language melted away as he breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m really happy to hear you say that, Cody. Those cloner sleemos placed some kind of biochip in every clone’s brain. They claim it was to tame our overly aggressive tendencies but in truth, it was to ensure every clone would comply with Order 66 without question. It was their backup plan to make sure clones didn’t refuse the order outright because of course they wouldn’t immediately assume the Jedi they’d been serving under for years were traitors. Much less innocent younglings.”

Cody felt the world spin around him as horror and bile rose within him in equal measure. He had difficulty even processing what Slick was saying because all he could think about was the fact they had murdered Obi-Wan Kenobi, one of the kindest and most good people Cody had met in his meager years.

There was a part of him that had even been a little bit in love with the man, how could he not when exposed to that level of kindness and inherent goodness? The differences in their rank and station had made him lock those feelings down deep and refuse to examine them because, at the end of the day, he was but a lonely clone. And Obi-Wan had been a Jedi who had his own vows and commitments that would have prevented him from being able to pursue anything else.

He was only distantly aware of the damp trail of tears making hot and salty tracks down his cheeks as they fell down his cheeks.

#el writes #fanfic snippets #I'm kinda torn on the fic title.#Right now the front runner is:#spaces for living and spaces for forgetting #or: A fragile world between sharp teeth #I'm leaning more towards the second one since they've been very nasty to one another this whole fic

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