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hellfiremunsonn · 1 year

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Why Are You So Nice To Me? Joseph Quinn x Reader

Why Are You So nice To Me?

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

SUMMARY: This new life is taking a toll on you. Desperately trying to not seem ungrateful leads you to an overstimulated panic attack that Joe helps you through.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

AN: A big thank to @creme-bruhlee for giving me that one liner that sparked me to finally finish this. I love u

Warnings: None really? Fem!reader, reader has a panic attack/anxiety attack, mentions and descriptions of said panic attack/anxiety attack, Joe being the softest sweetest boy, I love him. (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

Wordcount: 3069

Since the premier of Stranger Things season four my life hadn't had a moment to slow down. It was interviews after interviews, sometimes multiple ones in the same day, different hosts, different shows, websites, everything. Adding all of that with so much traveling, especially with Jospeh, Jamie, and I being three new characters; our schedules were often linked together because of it; Although now, I stood a few feet away from them, leaning against the wall closest to the elevators.

It was about 6 pm at night and I was standing in the lobby of some fancy hotel in Brazil. A white and black dress wrapped against my skin, the hot weather and sun, giving me a healthy bronzed glow. I stupidly decided on a classic pair of very high all black stilettos. I should have opted for an open toe wedged heel or something. But I wanted to impress everyone. My first acting gig, first round of interviews, first time traveling far without family, it was nerve wracking but I wanted every second of it to go well. Something I didn't think that would bother me as much as it did, was not constantly having my phone on you. I didn't realize how much I relied on it as a coping mechanism when I was anxious, or uncomfortable. It was difficult to not have that immediate distraction.

Picking at the black nail polish on my thumb I sighed heavily, trying to get myself into the proper mindset for this Stranger Things party? Event? Meet and greet? Whatever it was, I was ill prepared and uncomfortable to say the least. Jet lagged, sweaty, homesick, and anxious; but it didn't matter, not when you had fans to impress, people to impress, companies to impress. I never had a moment with my own thoughts for more than five minutes before being escorted to another room, car, or airport, it was always something. Not to say I wasn't grateful for everything because I truly was; just there's simply nothing that can prepare you for something like this. A cliche at its finest. I had to stop myself from laughing out loud at my own thoughts. Only another 'famous' person would understand, and in a way it almost felt pathetic, even if I knew it was true.

A tap to my shoulder startled me slightly. I turned around to see Joe with a soft smile on his face.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, just tired" I lied. I think he could tell by the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly but he didn't comment.

"The heat doesn't help either I don't think" He said laughing.

"God no, it makes me feel like I'm wrapped in a warm hug, but also in a warm bath? Maybe both at the same time? I don't know but either of those sound better than a party right now" I said sighing. Tapping the tip of my shoe against the shiny tiled floor.

Joe looked like he was about to say something but just as he opened his mouth, we were waved over and instructed on where to go and what to do.

The three of us stationed at the entrance of grey double doors. I stood between the two men, both of their arms coming to wrap around my waist, and mine on theirs.

"Let's get this show on the road yeah?" I said forcing a smile, glancing between the two.

The doors swung open and as the three of us sauntered in, the small but crowed room filled with applause and music begun to play. Jamie slipped his hand into mine and gave me a slow twirl to introduce me. I blushed and gave an awkward wave, and a clumsy curtsy to match his energy. Then turning to Joe, I grabbed his hand and twirled him around to do the same as Jamie did to me. Joe was far more graceful as I was and I watched as the girls swooned over him. It was hard not to, if I was being completely honest with myself; but that was another thought for another time. Right now I had to be present, and put my game face on. Which is exactly what I did. I walked around and mingled with everyone, taking pictures and answering questions as best as I could, especially without giving anything away, just incase there was anyone around who hadn't had the opportunity to finish the season just yet. The music was uncomfortably loud and I struggled to hear what people were saying, barely able to make out the often broken English, but I tried my best.

After a while I snuck away to the back of the room, attempting to people watch while I clutched my glass of ice water to my chest. A few minutes alone and hidden from the eye of people I leaned my back against the wall, trying to regulate the beating of my heart. Nothing seemed to help it, and it only became worse, at this point I was facing the wall, desperately begging myself to stop hyperventilating. I could feel my bottom lip wobbling as I tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. A hand on the small of my back startled me and I almost dropped the glass in my hands as I whipped around. It was Joesph, once again, a knight in shining armour. "What are you doing all the way over here?" He asked.

I looked at him. My heart still thumping in my chest, and I could feel words on the tip of my tongue but when I opened my mouth to speak they wouldn't come out. My brows furrowed, and the only noise I was able to make was a small whimper, but it sounded more like a choke. "Come 'ere" He said wrapping his arm around my waist. He took the glass from my hand and placed it on a nearby surface. Strategically moving around the people in the room as he lead me out and back into the lobby. Security following us quickly until we were safely out of sight from any lurking people. My chest rising and falling faster now, my hands covered my ears and my eyes were shut tight out of instinct and I didn't even realize I had done it until Joe was facing me in the elevator placing his hands over mine. My anxiety had heightened everything, every noise, and light and moment seemed all too much and I could feel myself getting overstimulated; suddenly hyper aware of how the fabric of my dress clung to me, and the way the tag was digging into my spine.

When I opened my eyes to look at him, the tears hidden behind my lids fall easily down my cheeks. When the elevator dinged he lead me down the hall; his hand still on the small of my back only letting go of me to reach out for the small bag I clutched in my hands. "Key?" He said softly and I fumble with shaky hands, pulling out the keycard to my hotel room. He took the card gently, his free hand never leaving the small of my back while he unlocked the door, encouraging me to walk in before him, stopping only a few feet from the door. He closed and locked the door behind me and came to face me again.

"What's going on?" He asked quietly, while his hands were rubbing both my arms up and down in attempts to sooth me.

"I-I just" I choked out a sob, my head falling to my chest.

"Hey you're okay, everything's okay"

I shook my head. "No, no everything is not okay, I'm not okay" I cried, pulling away from him a little more aggressively than intended. Leaning one hand on the wall I balanced on one foot ripping one of my heels off, and then doing the same with the other shoe. Chucking them onto the floor. I desperately grabbed at the back of my dress, trying to reach the zipper. "I'm losing my goddamn mind Joesph" I mumbled, through snot and tears. "I can't remember the last time I was home, or the last time I slept in a bed that wasn't in a hotel. I haven't seen my mom in months and I'm so fucking lonely and I fuck!-" I stopped trying to reach for the zipper, my hands balled into fists at my sides. I tried again to take control of my rapid breathing, I really didn't want to be having a full meltdown in front of anyone let alone Joesph but he stood there quietly and patiently, giving me the space I needed.

Calming slightly I tried reaching for my zipper again, only for it to get stuck about a quarter way down, stuck on the fabric. I tugged at it harshly before trying to pull it apart but I couldn't get a proper grip reaching behind me.

"Can I get your zipper for you?" He asked after a had a couple of minutes to lose my temper.

"Please?" I said desperately, turning around and walking back over to him, my bare feet padding against the floor. I turned around so my back was facing him, pulling my hair to the side and over my shoulder so it wasn't in the way. His fingers traced lightly against the back of my neck, moving a few pieces of hair I had missed in the process. Goosebumps coated my skin and I tried to control the shiver that attempted to surface, hiding it with a shaky inhale. He pulled at the zipper, bringing it back up and down, feeling it tug at the fabric again, even with Josephs nimble fingers.

"Just rip it-Please I need it off of me" I pleaded.

I felt him tug at it a few more times before I heard him sigh, shifting behind me. I went to turn around when his hands returned to my back and he pulled both ends of my dress apart, ripping it in one go. I gasped in relief, almost losing my balance, one of his hands coming to land firmly on my waist pulling me back into him, my back against his chest, holding me steady for a moment. The dress hung loosely under my breasts, sitting at my waist, my strapless bra keeping my chest covered.

Joesph cleared his throat and I turned my attention back to him, stepping away from him and turning to face him. He avoided looking at me, eyes looking every direction other than the one in front of him. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I just n-needed to get that dress off of me" Stuttering over my words, with my body still wobbly from the anxiety.

"S'all good, I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable either" He said laughing a little, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Can I do anything to help?"

"Um, a hug would be nice?" I said clenching and unclenching my hands, trying to free them from the tingling numbness that coursed through them.

His eyes softened, and I felt a fresh wave of tears form as he held his arms out to me. A small cry slipping past my lips, sounding more like a pathetic whimper as I walked into his arms, burying my face into his chest. His hands warm, one of them coming up to the small of my back, while the other cradled the back of my head. "I got you baby, don't cry, m'right here" he said quietly, into my temple. His breath warm as he placed a small kiss to the skin just before my hairline.

He began swaying slowly back and forth, and we stood there like that for a few moments before I leaned my head up to look at him, cheek still resting on his chest. "Why are you so nice to me?"

"What?" He said, pulling me away from him slightly so he could see my face better. Hands held softly onto my elbows. "What do you mean 'why' ?"

I shrugged looking down to avoid his curious eyes, a little embarrassed at my question. "I just... I dunno, I think you're the nicest man I've ever met" catching a quick glance at him, his eyes softened.

"Fucking christ" he breathed with a laugh. "You're just the sweetest thing aren't you? Bet you don't have any idea"

"Any idea about what?" I asked furrowing my brows.

"That I've been crushing on you since you walked into that room on day one of the table read" his hands coming up to rest on either side of my neck, thumbs just under my jaw. "But I don't think now is an appropriate time to tell you all this- I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you being in a vulnerable state, so just ignore me" He was blushing, and fumbling over his words, nervous after his confession. A hand coming to scratch at the scruff on his chin, he cleared his throat, turning away to the rest of the room and said "lets get you into some comfier clothes yeah? We could-"

"N-no" I stuttered, reaching out for his arm quickly. He raised a brow. "Just keep talking? It's helping" I said bashfully, arms wrapping around myself.

He smiled slightly, clearly trying to act more casual about it. "I can do that" he said with a nod.

"Just, sit on the bed o-or something, I'll um, get changed" I said while heading towards my messy suitcase, shifting through the clothes to find something better to wear while Joseph sat on the end of the bed, laying back facing the ceiling with his hands across his stomach.

"Well as I was saying" he said with a laugh. "When you walked into the room, with that big sweater- you were swimming in it but god I thought you looked adorable" he sighed. "You sat next to me, and I remember hiding my pen, just so I could ask you to borrow one, and then when you laughed? I tried so hard to play it cool, but I don't think I did very well" he paused. "I mean how could I when someone as beautiful as you was smiling and laughing, and looking at me with those fucking eyes"

It was almost difficult listening to someone say so many nice things about me, to me, let alone hearing them from Joe himself. The man I had been crushing back on since the first time I saw him.

I smiled to myself listening to the sound of his voice while I finally found the clothes I wanted, a pair of green paperbag shorts and a white t shirt, something comfy enough to relax in, but loose enough to not sweat to death in. Joe was lost in thought, and I watched him out of the corner of my eye while I slipped out of my dress, removing my bra quickly, throwing on a soft bralette in it's place before tugging my shirt over my head. The movement of me untucking my hair from the collar made Joe turn to me briefly and he smiled.

I blushed, looking down bashfully as I tugged the shorts up my hips with a couple of hops. "Distracted?" I teased.

"M'always distracted when I look at you" he said sitting up, holding his hand out to me. I walked over to him slowly, taking his hand in mine.

He pulled me closer to him so I was now stood in-between his legs "How you feeling?" He asked, thumb smoothing over the back of my hand.

"Better" I said honestly. "Still a bit jittery, but better"

"Good" he said smiling.

"I um" I cleared my throat "I have a crush on you as well, by the way"

"I know" he laughed.

"What?" I scoffed "How?"

"You're a great actor when you're acting for the camera, but you're shit when you're with me" He laughed again and his smile spread, all too confident and cheeky. "Every scene we had together you'd tense every time I touched you, and when we had our kiss, I could just feel it"

"O-Oh" I was slightly embarrassed, but I think deep down I always knew that he had some sort of idea, it was getting impossible to hide. Maybe I was trying to hide it from myself more than I was from him. His hand left mine, both of them coming to the back of my thighs, squishing the skin there. I stumbled a little at his touch, my hands coming forward to catch myself on his shoulders.

"Are we going to keep pretending, or can I finally call you mine?"

"I mean we should probably go on a date first" I said jokingly, leaning forward to wrap my arms around his neck, his hands quick to land on my waist.

"Order room service, I'll take you our tomorrow, right now I just want to hold ya, and watch you get all shy when I say nice things about you" he said with a smirk, pulling me into him while he fell back onto the bed, pulling me up and next to him.

"You just want to get me in bed" I teased, playing with the collar of his suit jacket.

"Aren't you already?" he quipped.

I pushed at his shoulder playfully but he only tugged me closer, leaning so he could kiss me on the forehead.

"I'll go get changed while you order food yeah?"

I pouted, holding onto him a little tighter, already not wanting him to be far from me.

"I'll be five minutes, you wont even have time to miss me" he said while pushing some of my hair back and away from my face.

"Kiss me first?" I asked shyly.

Somehow this kiss felt different. We had kissed many times on set, and even had to have a heavy make out session for one scene. But right now, the way he slowly pressed his lips to mine; it made everything inside of me feel aligned, like he was missing from me and it almost took me too long to notice. I sighed happily into the kiss and he hummed in response, breaking away to give me a few extra light pecks before pulling himself from me.

"Five minutes" he said quietly, kissing me one more time before he left, a wide smile on his face.

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maarriiii · 1 year

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Cupcakes & Gargoyles | Jason Todd

A/N: I’m so tired yall

Pairing(s): Jason Todd x female!reader, Red Hood x female!reader

Warning(s): None

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Jason leaned back on his hands, watching the night sky of Gotham city with his favorite companion. The stone gargoyle beside him aged with time since the last time he perched on this particular building. The weather and the lack of maintenance had taken its toll on the statue, proven by the chipped and broken pieces on its legs and wings. Jason put his left hand on its head, patting it like the lifeless statue was actually a living and breathing creature. He leaned back again, lifting a bottle of liquor to his lips, and continue staring at the sky with his best friend in silence. Until a pair of footsteps emerged behind him.

"Starting the party without me, Hood? I'm hurt." y/n stood in the shadows, her all black attire making it feel like she was just a voice floating in the air. She knew she wouldn't be able to surprised him—the only time that y/n did was when they were kids—but she still stayed in the shadows, marveling how his hair moved when a sudden gush of wind breeze through. Jason looked peaceful, even if she can't see the expression on his face. His body language told her enough.

"It's not my fault you're late," Jason replied, still not facing her.

"I'll have you know I had to pick up something before I get here. We can't have a party without a cake now, can't we?"

At the mention of cake, Jason turned around at the same time y/n emerged from the shadow. She had let down her hood, letting her hair flow gently in the wind. Her domino mask was nowhere in sight, showing off her entrancing eyes twinkling with delight. The lower part of her face was also visible and Jason could see her amused smile at the sight of his blank stare. And finally, a small rectangular pink box was on her hands which he was staring daggers at.

"I thought I told you to not get me anything." Jason sighed.

"I know, but I want to anyway." y/n sat beside him, her legs dangling in the air. "You know you can't stop me from doing anything I want."

"Yeah, and if I remember correctly, you got shot because of that stubbornness."

y/n scoffed. "I only got shot because you didn't trust my judgement. I had the situation completely under control."

"Oh, I'm sorry for saving my partner from a lunatic shooting an assault rifle. I promise I won't do it again," he remarked, sarcasm lacing his words.

"God, you're lucky I love you." y/n shook her head. "Where you get the beer?"

Jason pretended to ignore her whisper and turned his attention to the unopened beer bottle next to his half empty one. He told y/n how during his travel to the building where his favorite gargoyle was, he caught sight of a robbery happening at a convenience store. Jason swooped in before the two robbers could do any damage, knock them unconscious and contacted Oracle to send a couple of police officers his way. The owner of said store, an elderly looking man that reminded him of Alfred, expressed his gratitude by asking Jason—or Red Hood to be exact—to take whatever he wanted, free of charge. He refused, of course, but the man was very persistent and in the end, he brought with him two bottles of beer, a pack of cigarettes and a handful of Reese's peanut butter cups.

"That's very nice of him," y/n said, after hearing the story. "You still have some of those peanut butter cups?"

Jason rummaged through his jacket pocket and handed her the candy. "Here. I know you like them, that's why I took it."

"Aww, you're so sweet."

Instead of immediately satisfying her sweet tooth, y/n put the candies on her utility belt and rummaged through the many pouch of the object for something she so desperately needed. Jason heard her mumbling and curses before finally facing him again, a satisfied smile on her lips, and a lighter and one candle on her hand. She opened the pink box between them—that Jason almost forgot was there—and revealed the half a dozen cupcakes with red frosting that matches the color of his helmet. Jason watched as she took one cupcake, stick the candle and use the lighter to light it. The warm glow illuminated both of their features.

"Happy birthday, Jaybird. Make a wish." y/n lift the cupcake closer to him.

"And if I don't want to?" His smile grew wider when she gave him a blank look.

"Then, I'll push you off this damn building."

"Jeez, y/n, that's how you treat the birthday boy?"

"Only if the birthday boy is a red helmet wearing vigilante that's been brought back to life. Now, blow the candle and make a wish."

Jason rolled his eyes before turning his body to fully face her figure. He looked at her for a moment, saving every detail of her face inside his mind as if the wind was going to take her away from him. He looked into her eyes, the eyes that watched him as if he painted the sky and hung the stars. He watched her lips, the same one that whispered sweet nothings to his ears and kissed every inch of his skin with so much love and affection. He watched her. The person that stood by him in every step of the way. The person who always watches his back as they soared through the night. The person who knocks some senses into his head when he was being a stubborn ass. The Batgirl to his Robin. His partner. His best friend. His everything. When Jason finally closed his eyes and blow the candle, he didn't make any wish. All he could ever wish for was sitting right in front of him.

"You didn't have to do this, but thanks."

"It's fine, Jay, really." y/n smiled. "Besides, there's no way in hell I'm gonna miss the opportunity to celebrate your birthday."

"What if I'm out of town?" Jason playfully asked, eating the cupcake.

"You say that like I can't track you down."

"What if I'm off world?"

"Then, I'll ask Kory to help me." She countered. "Face it, Jay. You're stuck with me."

Jason smiled at her. "I think I'll be alright with that."

#dc #dc comics #jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x female!reader #red hood x female!reader

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patrice-bergerons · 1 year

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Omg I soo agree with u on most points! (Esp the q whump and the bond is a bastard one. There have been fics I've read 20k of and dropped because I was like this bond is entirely too stable. He needs to messier and sader. As for q whump, yeah like. Sometimes it just meanders into stereotypes and suddenly q is helpless like... ugh. fanon in general has a tendency to neatly relagate Q to the brains and bond to the brawn, in a manner of speaking and it's lowkey annoying.)

Other than that, I agree with sticking to a few authors fr.

Personally tho... I like fics where bond is miserable hffjjd. I'm here to watch him suffer but not in the like misery porn spectre way if that makes sense. Like if something happens (ahem ahem DRILLS TO THE SKULL AHEM.) then it needs to have a consequence. Canon already has too much misery porn with 0 consequences and I'm tired of it. I want to see the toll these movies take on him! He's messed up! I like fics that address his issues like his alcohol dependence and ofc... his relationship with M. She had such an interesting relationship and dynamic with him and I'm always dying to see more of it. In general, more of his life outside of his whirlwind romance, or lack thereof.

I'm a hypocrite tho, I'll read pretty anything provide it's like. Not Vesper hating. I despise vesper hate she's perfect and if she did something wrong no she didn't.

Jokes aside I hate 00q fics where vesper, or mostly as it happens, Madeline is suddenly a terrible person for no reason other than the author wanted 00q togther. That doesn't need to happen relationships can just. Not work out it's fine. Madeline doesn't need to be evil and working for spectre.

I do like those time travel aus where someone meets the past versions of their friends/partner a lot tho. I want nttd!q to meet cr!bond and go oh wow I can't believe he was worse. How did M deal with him. I should write this actually.

- vl (I'm singing my asks if u don't mind.)

Anon you made SO MANY excellent points in one ask, I wanted to give you the response it deserves and then...work got massively in the way rip. So here we are a week later, with my sincerest apologies.

You are spot on with all of your points. I also find it extremely annoying when fanon relagates Q to the brains and Bond to the brawn because they are both so much more than those neat stereotypes - hell, them figuring this out is a whole Skyfall subplot.

Which is to say, absolutely yes to a Bond who is intelligent and also miserable, because so much of his glamourous lifestyle of sex and fast cars and martinis seems like a facade. Like just because he is not wearing his pain on his sleeve doesn't mean it's not there you know? (Also- Bond and gender performance can make for a whole essay on its own). Here it must also be noted your "bond is entirely too stable" line took me out - hard same though, I know exactly what you mean!

Also HARD SAME re actions needing to have consequences. This, I think, is precisely what sets CR-Skyfall apart from Spectre, and even NTTD, because when Vesper dies or M's orders gets Bond shot, or even when Le Chiffre tortures Bond, we see what it does to him and we go on that journey with him through the pain and come out some place new. Which is entirely missing in Spectre, whether physically with the skull drills or - my God - emotionally for what Blofeld being Bond's foster brother means. Argh!

It also makes me so happy to hear you always want more M & Bond content because that is also the relationship that makes me go absolutely feral and I love it when other people are there for it too. 💖

Lastly yes!!! absolutely yes! re fics that unnecessarily hate on Vesper or Madeleine - although let's face it, Vesper gets more of a free pass because she doesn't commit the unforgivable crime of not dying. when you say "relationships can just. Not work out it's fine" that's it, i could not put it better.

As for a time travel au where nttd!q meets cr!bond both the sheer angst AND crack potential is off the charts - you should absolutely write it!

#james bond #00q #long post #once again very sorry for the delay!#this ask made my week for real though

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blazewatergem · 1 year

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!! :3

Proud to introduce: Lust! Literally lmao

I’ve recently been making demonic OC’s based off of the seven deadly sins(which I them lost those notes 😓) and the one I started with was Lust. She’s the fourth born of the seven - younger than Pride, Wrath, and Gluttony - while older than Greed, Envy, and Sloth.

Lust’s main colors are dark pink and black, wearing both in spades as both a human and demon. She generally goes for looser clothing, but she’ll dress up for “work events”. For her horns, she has two sets in a more goat-like appearance, one set curls around her head and the other outward at the sides. She’s managed to pierce them, so there’s jewelry and chains there.

Personality wise, Lust tends to be overly-affectionate and open to talking about anything. She has a lot of interests, and - as you can guess - feels no shame in any line of questioning. She loves love, in any form, and enjoys being the shoulder to cry on. She’s got a habit of putting others before herself, which unfortunately has tanked her self-esteem in some regards, but when standing up for others has some…ferocious ways to defend boundaries. She takes care of the humans in her work with a motherly sort of protectiveness, and is considered one of the better siblings to work for among other demons.

In the human world, she has her claws in the more adult entertainment industries, but she’s also involved in travel agencies(I’ll explain in a moment). See, she’s been going through a bit of a crisis - she doesn’t just want to be lustful urges anymore. Sure, that’s fun, and it’s how she originally came to be, and she’s happy about that, but a girl needs to branch out sometimes. So, she’s taken up Wanderlust as well!

This has been causing problems in her, ah, mental state though. Lust is a bit of a worrywart, nicer than the rest of her sisters when it comes to humans, and thus this identity crisis is taking its toll on her in the form of imposter syndrome and darker thoughts. I want to use her to explore themes of “Who our family wants us to be” VS “Who WE want to be” yeah? Because, as a sin, lust can now mean different things in modern times.

😅 I enjoy playing around with demons, identity, and the meaning behind certain things lmao. That’s going to be a common theme with these seven.

Lust has a closer relationship with her younger siblings than her older, mainly due to Pride’s antagonist nature towards her which - while it’s how Pride is meant to be - Lust is taking harder than normal and Pride hasn’t noticed. Again, our little demoness is having it rough at the moment. Her sisters’ perception of her being the “pretty girl” is only skin deep, and it’s started to isolate her from the family, even when asking for help.

Luckily, she’ll be getting to gain some new friends. Soon. First, though, comes the angst and whump.

#Cere I’m sorry I kind of infodumped all over 😅 😂#I’ve been wanting to talk about my seven demon sisters for a WHILE #and then lost the notes so I couldn’t 😞#BUT this gives me a chance to remake these ladies from the ground up!#thank you for asking!:#talking fire

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scheherezhad · 2 years

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prompts 3, 17, 28 pls

spring prompts

this ask has been in my inbox for two months, and my brain finally decided to spit out some words. enjoy~ ❤️

3. Dinner with friends

It takes a few months to get the lot of them back togther. Though Caroline is often reliably in the same place for a while, Givo and Yevelda have been off in the world, doing their own things, and Church still travels the mists. Ezmerelda is a bit difficult to get ahold of, as well, still fighting for Barovia's freedom, but they manage to exchange messages once in a while. After a few false starts, they all an opportunity at the same time to come to the seaside for a slightly belated housewarming dinner at Memir and Bele's home.

Their friends arrive on the morning of the dinner that Bele's been meticulously planning, bearing new clothes, new stories, new scars. Church and Ez step out of the mists on the beach before the sun comes up; Givo, Yevelda, and Caroline cheerfully tumble out of a caravan of merchants coming to market. It nearly makes Memir cry to see how much they've all changed since he last saw them and still how much the same they are, these people who changed his life. They all light up at being together again.

The group makes a day of it, exploring the town and enjoying the beach before retiring to the house to start dinner. Memir and Bele had gone back and forth about whether they wanted to stretch their limited cooking skills or have one of the restaurants in town deliver food, and they'd finally decided to prepare the meal themselves. It goes over well, everyone gathering in the kitchen to chat and lend a hand like they all belong. As with any task among this group, they stumble a couple of times while they find their rhythm, but everyone is so happy to be together that it doesn't matter.

The seven of them gather around the table with wine and laughter and comforting food, and the night is one that Memir thinks he'll always remember. Even if they drift apart, even if adventuring eventually takes its toll, he has this night to hold close, surrounded by the people he loves.

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17. Caught in a sudden rainstorm

Dashing across the field at Bele's side, a breathless laugh bubbled up out of Memir. The rain that had been threatening all day was pelting down all at once, and they had been soaked to the bone in seconds. They'd only barely gotten the animals sheltered before it began. He could just make out the sound of the hounds bounding alongside them, heavy paws squelching in the wet grass and mud. A lazily swaying flame beckoned them toward the house, the cat watching them smugly from his perch in one of the windows.

The four of them clattered into the lanai, and Gwormaleth tackled Jessica into a wrestling match, still exhilarated by their run.

"Aren't you glad you changed clothes first?" Memir asked, grinning at the sight of Bele's drenched work clothes clinging to him, at his hair plastered to his head.

"If I hadn't, we probably would've gotten done before the rain started," Bele grumbled.

Memir stepped in, arms sliding around Bele's shoulders, Bele's arms winding around his waist in return. "You don't know that. I'd never hear the end of it if your favorite jacket got ruined."

"Hey, Atanna doesn't do that kind of embroidery for just anyone, and I'd never hear the end of it if she found out I not only got it soaked, but also pecked by annoyed chickens."

"So my point still stands."

Bele rolled his eyes but squeezed Memir. "Yeah, yeah, you were right. What would I do without you?"

Memir's mirth softened, and he rose up on his toes to kiss his husband. "Why don't we get out of all this and go warm up with a hot bath?"

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28. Spring cottage

Looking out at the small second house on their property, Memir and Bele leaned into each other on the wicker loveseat on the lanai. Before last year, neither of them had ever imagined that this would become part of their lives.

They watched as Sonnet and Faith tended to the flowers that had begun blooming with springtime abandon, and Vieravin sat in the deepest shade of the porch with a book. Kasry was hanging the group's washing out on the line to dry. Breshi stood out in the field, trying to teach Corkas how to wield a morningstar against a straw training dummy. In a few hours, the lot of them would troop up to the main house for dinner.

"Yevelda will be here in a couple of days. We'll need to get ready to say goodbye to Faith," Bele murmured, rubbing his thumb along the back of Memir's hand.

"So will Sonnet," Memir said. "They've gotten very close in only a few weeks."

"You have, too."

Memir gave a little shrug and squeezed Bele's hand. "It's hard not to. There are so few of us, even here…"

"I know. Faith will be in good hands, though. Yevelda's got plenty of experience with sad tieflings."

"She does have a knack," Memir agreed. "Maybe it will push Sonnet to finally get over his fear of going back out into the world, if he wants badly enough to follow Faith."

Bele hummed in thought.

"I wouldn't mind him staying, of course, but he's been here longer than anyone else. I've been afraid that we've let him get too stuck in his comfort zone and he isn't going to find the motivation to move forward. I know it takes time, but I don't want him to feel like I did for so long when he doesn't have to."

Letting go of Memir's hand to wrap him up in a firm embrace, Bele kissed Memir's temple. "I want him to be happy, too, babe. Maybe his happy is going to be here, though. He's good at managing the house and helping the new kids sort themselves out. He wouldn't be the first here who realized they weren't meant for adventure and just needed a hand with starting a new life."

The two of them fell silent for a few minutes, contentedly soaking in the breeze cooling off the warm afternoon.

"Anyway, if you're worried about him losing out on a star-crossed romance, you haven't been paying attention to the way Tory at the bakery looks at him," Bele said, huffing out a laugh.

"Are you saying I should be sending him to buy the bread instead of getting it myself?"

"I mean, they might start giving us a discount if you did."

#my writing #Memir/Bele

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Session 55 - Shopping in Sunlight

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> 🎵 Cliff Town / Spyro Reignited Trilogy OST

After wandering around for a little bit the party soon makes to meet back up again at a pre-discussed point in the marketplace, picking up a few things here and there on the way. Han volunteers to push the caravan do their meet up point, to which the party reluctantly watches occur.

She musters her strength under the hangover and huffs through her nose, bracing her arms on the wooden beams. Its quite impressive a feat, though she idly thinks that she probably wouldn't be able to do this for any truly long period of time. Carting it back to the inn proves doable enough, the group turn a few heads as they walk through dragging the caravan. By the time she sets it down outside of the inn Han's vision is a little blurry and she's sweating hard, that hangover is certainly taking its toll… but they arrive on time to meet Keva and Cimmorro.

Cimmorro: cimms literally just like this realizing what the hell is happening

Keva: "are you…….okay?" Han: hans got her hands on a wall, trying to dry heave silently "im. great." thumbs up Rokka: Pats han Cimmorro: "why did you…..?" he's vaguely gesturing to the caravan almost speechless Han: "………..wh…what else were we gonna…do…?" han's like duh Cimmorro: "leave it? where you bought it? we'd just make our way there?" Finn: "greetings!" finn waves and hops off the caravan gracefully. he looks veeeery proud of their purchase and looks at cimm expectantly Cimmorro: now he's just wide eyed almost gaping at finn, actually speechless. "??????…. you made her do this?" Han: "he said, i could do it, so i did it" trying to play it super cool like she's not still woozy Keva: keva fives finn the stink eye before getting han some water Finn: "there you have it" he gestures vaguely "she volunteered" as she should, he doesnt add "now would you care to inspect our lovely caravan more closely?" Cimmorro: "you are literally about to keel over!" Han "how dare you say that, i am not" shakes Cimmorro: "and none of you felt that this was wrong? no one stopped her?" he feels like he's speaking to children, so close to hitting finn upside the head but stops himself just enough. "fucks sake, lay off of it." then he helps han rest down somewhere nearby 😭what are they doing to our beautiful hungover queens Finn: finn rolls his eyes but doesn't comment further Han: bg han: I SAID IM GOOD AND I DID IT CAUSE IM BEST

Plum: "oh ease off cimm," plum says casually. "you think she'd let us stop her? i already tried to help her with her hangover earlier." plum honestly not seeing the big deal right now Psalm: "She wanted to." He shrugs Rokka: "I trust her! I would help if she wanted it too." He says while busying himself with the luggages Cimmorro: "you all saw her withering like a leaf this morning and thought, 'yeah lets let her do whatever she wants just because she wants to?' very comforting thought," he's visibly displeased. "let finn have a ride too no less, but sure. whatever she wants" Han: han thanks keva for the glass and downs it before snorting and giving cimm a stink eye "alright, im not five, you know. i said i could do it and i did it. no harm.' Plum: "no, i just think han is a grown person like everyone else in this party and can choose to do as they like if they want," plum raises an eyebrow Psalm: "Yes because she's a grown adult." Not seeing the problem Cimmorro: cimm squints his eyes. "and if i told every patient to do what they want because they're old enough I'd have more bodies stocking up the morgue. but clearly we see very different things." he finds all of this inexcusably irresponsible but is ready to turn away from it for his peace of mind. already looking forward to traveling with them with much less personal space than before Rokka: Rokka actually feeling a little bad and letting cimms word sink in his mind a little, fidgeting in his spot "s-sorry…?" He looks at cimm then at han apologetically Plum: "i think you're being a little close-minded, but if you want to play the part of han's mother because you think you know what's right for everyone then what do i really care," plum huffs. they're getting tired of everyone being so haughty for reasons they don't understand. Han: han starts choking after the hans mother part Finn: finn is still mad at plum but thinks this is based btw Keva: "is it close-minded to be worried about a friend's well-being just bc they're the one that made the choice…?" she mumbles more to herself than anything, most surprised about plum not seeing the issue but doesn't press further Plum: "i'm not saying i want han to exert herself carrying our caravan. but if someone wants to do something, what's scolding us all like children gonna do? i think assuming you know what's best for someone is annoying at best, is all." plum groans at keva. usually they leave all this shit alone, but today has been a real pain. "think of it this way, would you be happy if i lectured or belittled you about stealing all the time?" Keva: she snorts "don't you think less of me already?" and leaves it at that Plum: "no, i don't." plum says curtly. but they leave it at that too

Finn: finn walks up to psalm, goes on his tiptoes and whispers "do you think now is a good time to demand cimmorro and keva pay their share? 🤨" hand in front of mouth and everything Psalm: "I don't see why not…? It's your money after all." Finn: finn doesn't want to tell psalm he so badly needs a favor from cimmorro he cant afford to fuck up with him right now but he can say hes not good at reading the mans mood "well, as you know… it never ends well when i talk to him so… i-i wanted to know if you thought id get into trouble right now" Psalm: "Maybe just address it after we hit the road then." Psalm is surprised Finn is even considering the time and place right now Finn: finn pouts a bit and turns that answer over in his head….thatd be fine if it was just cimm, but keva owing him money is something he does not want to sit on for a moment longer than necessary…. he just nervously crosses his arms and fidgets while he thinks……….hmm

Psalm: Psalm just sighs and clears his throat, "Oh come off it Cimmorro. It's not like we're trying to get Han killed so I'm not sure what the issue is, or why some unrelated hypothetical even matters. Anyways, Finn covered the payment share for the two of you so pay him back when you can." he speaks up on his behalf bc he saw finn fidgeting Finn: finn looking at him like 😨 then at keva and cimmorro and he quickly regains his confidence "right… as he said, you two owe me 50gp each" he huffs Keva: keva's honestly confused why everyone isn't seeing cimm's point, but then she makes a clear face of disgust at the thought of giving finn money, even if she knows it's fair Cimmorro: his huffiness is abruptly swept with a clearly clueless "what?" at the mention of owing money. "payment for?" genuine but also looking at finn up and down expecting answers Finn: "the caravan" he says matter of factly and gestures at it, stemming one hand on his hip Cimmorro: "?" he blinks owlishly still just surprised of this outcome. "i think we have some kind of understanding. forgive me if I wasn't clear but i asked that you guys take care of it, as in, you're paying for it?" Finn: "you most certainly werent clear in that regard" finn blinks but quickly realizes he can use this to his advantage "seeing as you have provided the horses though, i would be willing to view this as suitable contribution" he smiles "that only goes for you though, not keva" Psalm: Psalm just looks at him like ???? Really???? but it's not his money so, whatever Cimmorro: "yes, well, i simply thought the fact that i got not only one, but two horses for us would be clear enough," he crosses his arms sort of impatiently. finn being suddenly amicable is suspicious and he feels like he doesn't want to be part of it. "but since it's already come to this just take the coin. I don't want this hanging over my head." he fetches the platinum from one of his pouches and gives it to finn, sealed and done Keva: needing to put all her mental energy into reining in her pride and not throwing the money at finn's feet. she manages to put her share into cimmorro's hand as well Psalm: "Sorry we can't read your mind. I'll try harder next time." Psalm just crosses his arms, not really sure what crawled up Cimms ass and died today. "Now on the topic of paying our guide here," he turns to mars, "would you prefer before or after the job?" Mars: He's just been watching this fight brewing thinking maybe they're not all friends actually 😭 and was about to maybe drag someone to go check out of the inn with him until Psalm asked him that. "How's about half before and half after? Leaves me with my own budget for any supplies too." Hasn't failed him so far. Psalm: "Makes sense to me. I suppose just let us know if you need an advance payment for anything if it comes down to it." Rokka: Rokka is escaping the bad vibes and taking the final luggage inside and just waits in the lobby also he got scolded + hes kind of scared 🫡 Mars: He just nods at that and hangs about awkwardly. "…. I'm gonna go check the luggage situation now…………………….." and he shuffles on out of there right to where rokka is 😭 Vinny: he goes inside to join the two and make sure they're properly checked out

Finn: "oh...huh..." finn is honestly dumbfounded about this and just stares at the platinum like an idiot for a moment before snapping out of it "n-no! i must decline this!" he puts cimms share back in cimmorros hands "i just told you you providing the horses is adequate! it is fair! do you not think me reasonable?" he doesnt acknowledge keva rn bc hes too busy being friendly with cimmorro Cimmorro: cimm is sort of reeling back kind of just unsure on how to take finn's reaction especially after the sour reunion he'd think he'd charge him more for it. he straight up just wants to say no he doesn't think finn is reasonable at all but what good would that do. "just take it!! if you don't want it then give it to someone else! I'll cover their share whatever!" Keva: keva holds her hand out to take cimm's share, more as a joke to piss finn off than anything Finn: finn immediately snatches his hand away, glaring at her before frowning at cimm, clearly upset "i suppose it is at the very least decent of you to be upfront this time" hes still a bit bitter about the inn rooming situation so he just shrugs and pockets it now "…consider the matter settled, then" he just avoids looking at cimm now, wishing he was anywhere else Keva: keva makes one last smirk-sneer before going back to tend to the horses, in her happy place, thriving

Psalm: "I'm starting to think we need an accountant..," Psalm muses aloud, watching the exchange Plum: "if we could just be clearer about our group decisions next time, money won't be an issue." plum frowns. "so let's all do that." Psalm: "Excellent suggestion, so with that in mind, we might as well just use the money we got from the airship crew to pay Mars. It's more convenient than trying to divvy up our own personal funds. Thoughts?" Plum: "fine with me," plum says Keva: "sure" Han: han shrugs in a "cool with me" way Psalm: "I'll tell the others when they return. I suppose all that's left now is to finish packing up the caravan then." Finn: "i didnt hire him" Plum: "are you short on money or something?"

Finn: "quite frankly plum, nothing about me is any of your business, aside from our mission in my hometown" Plum: "i'm not actually asking because i'm worried about your pockets, finn. unless you're saying you wanted to be the guide?" Psalm: "No decision regarding group travel is made in your own. I didn't suggest a guide either, but the group hired him, so the group pays for him-" Finn: finn sighs dramatically and gestures vaguely "what a nuisance you are! i had intended to joke around with psalm, who asked the question….but now i had to tell you instead" Psalm: "Oh." Another sigh, a lot deeper this time. Finn: finn just smiles at him, but its a pretty slimy smile Plum: "ohh, i'm sorry," plum says genuinely. "i thought you were being testy given how this morning's been, it was hard to tell. i'm sure if psalm had heard the joke he'd have loved it." Psalm: "No I wouldn't have," he says sarcastically. Finn: "that doesnt matter. its ruined either way" he deadpans and waves the whole thing off Plum: plum snorts a laugh Psalm: Psalm just looks at him like '_'

The party finished loading the caravan and checking out while Keva reigns the horses to the caravan, settling in to drive them in the front. The group get the vengabus rolling and make their way over to the marketplace with the caravan, keeping to the larger main roads, looking for something akin to a bookstore. The first place they spot resembling something that sells books is a larger library in the area, it seems to be run by the city's jasidian church.

Plum: "getting something to do for the trip psalm?" Mars: "It'd be a while so some light reading could be nice." <- never considered it Plum: "i'm starting to think so too.. it didn't occur to me before." Psalm: "I'm hoping that in-between fighting the drake and fighting the other members there'll be some downtime for reading, yes." Plum: "i figured it was something like that, yeah," tired laugh Finn: "whos staying to watch the caravan?" Mars: "…. I can stay out, don't really need any books." Despite previous convo with psalm and plum. "Though uh, I dunno, bring back something interesting if you find anything." He says to plum and psalm Plum: "sure, got a preference for anything?" Mars: "Nah, not really. I'll leave it to you two." Psalm: Psalm salutes him Rokka: rokka can stay back to watch too! Han: han nudges rokka "you want me to see something good for you? what do you like" o3o Rokka: He shakes his head I think I'm okay! Thank you though" he beams at her Han: the sun.. is so bright…!

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As you enter the large building, you note the Jasidan tapestries and decorations that litter the furniture around you. The clerk at the desk thumbs their hands across a braille tome.

Cintra the Devout Librarian: “Lady's blessings upon you. If you need assistance in tracking down anything specific, don't be afraid to ask any of our acolytes in the building."

Finn: finn is gonna just try to find manga, specifically yaoi (but i dont intend to actually rly buy anything) Chip: you find volume one of banana fish Finn: he flips through it to see if it has any sex in it (not rly important i just felt like describing his bookstore behaviour)

Han: han pops her head out of the shop at rokka "frogs or edible grass" Rokka: He looks at her and tilts his head in confusion "uh?…..f-frogs….?w-why" Han: throws up a thumbs up and walks back in

Han: she gets the book on frogs but decides to walk around some more, accidentally making her way into the more arcane section. shes struggling to read most of the titles, until she comes across a word she knows in common on sight, "astral", piquing her curiosity.

Peering over the contents page and the back, Han ascertains it is discussing the same astral plane she knows, though the part about the differing accounts is interesting. She cant imagine other ways to get there on her own so the concept in itself is curious, she ends up picking up the additional tome.

Cimmorro makes an inquiry into a tome about drakes, picking up an additional tome for their future exploits, while Psalm inquires after one concerning necromancy. Though the book hes directed to seems to be more of a discussion on jasidan necromatic rites.

Cintra: as you bring up the topic the acolyte thinks to herself as she shuffles around a few tomes "weve had a few inquires about that as of late in fact, i have a tome here that could be of assistance in researching draconic beings" she hands you a big thick black book Cimmorro: "I've gotten wind of the news, so i can't say im surprised. but yes, that'll do!" slides the total over

Library Receipt Goosebumps (psalm) Balthazar's Ravings (psalm) Balthazar's Trysts (psalm) A Long Gone Wandering (psalm) Bakaldor's Grass, Tempting? (plum) An Alchemical Zodiac (plum) Malignant Swords and Dark Blades (plum) Photomasta's Weaving Loom (cimmorro) A Tea Drinker's Guide (cimmorro) Drakes, Dragons and Druids - A Biotechnical guide (cimmorro) The Enigma of Astral Projection (han) Friends of Fran (han)

Cimmorro: cimm goes back to the drivers seat of the caravan as soon as hes done buying Keva: keva goes back there too and peeks over at the books he's bought Cimmorro: he splays them over his lap to display and lets her pick what's most intriguing to her at first glance Keva: keva looks at the dragon stuff first bc that's more immediately of interest Cimmorro: he lets her borrow it while explaining what it is. "lucky we got a book about draconics. but it's also about druids? i fail to see the relation but curious all the same" Keva: she thinks back to what vinny said the previous night… how is she supposed to find a blue drake in here if there's no color… "vinny mentioned something about blue dragons and drakes controlling electricity…." she mumbles as she flips thru the pages…. Psalm: Psalm heads to the drivers seat area to keva, "I was looking to see if our necromancy book had a part two but no dice," he says. Cimmorro: "yes, this thing i bought from that merchant on the ship might prove handy to watch out for it since lightning can come with rain sometimes," he plays around with his weathervane orb but keeps to himself with his other books when psalm pops in Keva: she looks up from her flipping and blinks. she didn't even think there would be a part 2 "that's a shame, would've been fun on the long ride" Psalm: "A shame really"

Han: han comes out with her purchases and leans next to wherever rokka is chilling "i know you said u dont want book, but i got one on frogs… its got nice pictures" :3 Rokka: He stares at her with his mouth agape before responding " WOAH SERIOUSLY!? YOU DIDNT HAVE TO- I MEAN THANK YOU AND SORRY OH MAN THATS SO COOL UR SO COOL" his tail wags gradually picking up speed as he rambles on trying to properly thank her surprise gift Han: han noogies him to hide her face from him, clearly embarrassed "STOP THAT… I AM BUT IT JUST ONE BOOK Rokka: He let's out a hearty laugh from her noogies, relieved to know she isn't upset with him about not helping her with the caravan "AND I WILL CHERISH IT UNTIL THE END OF MY DAYS GAHAHA! I cant wait to read it!!!!!!"

Plum: "how are we thinking of splitting the driving?" Mars: "Well who here can drive in the first place." Plum: "oh, here." plum hands him the sword book. "you can read the others too, and psalm got some other ones as well" Psalm: "Let's see, there's horror stories, poems that are also most likely horror, political satire and political romance." Mars: He looks a lil shocked??? "Wait you actually did? Thanks…. Interesting book you got there." He looks the book with the edgy cover and skims a few pages in genuine interest. Plum: "yeah…it's no problem," plum says. they feel kind of bad mars has to awkwardly experience their party dynamic so that's partially why they bought it, but they're happy he seems interested in the book Mars: He seems a little engrossed but eventually puts it away. "I'll give this back when I'm done," miss ebony dark'ness dementia raven way is writing some riveting things about evil swords in there Plum: "no need, i'm not really gonna read it." Mars: He'd feel worse turning it down. "Alright ….. thanks again then." Scratches head. Plum: i'm gonna go ask han if she wants to share books too Han: 🥺 yes "actually, that grass one, i was eyeing for rokka too, haha, im glad u bought it" "i got this one for me" she shows the astral projection one "but i dunno how much is to learn from it.." Plum: "okay, then we can look through this grass one all together," they say, "whenever one of us isn't driving the caravan or something." they say it kind of tentatively. then they look curiously at the astral projection one, wondering why han might want it. "maybe vinny would know more about that?" Han: 🥺🥺🥺🥺 yay yippee… read together…. "oh, maybe he does? i didnt consider that…" i guess wizards know about magic tru…. Plum: "i mean… he knows a lot…?" talking about him like he's not right there

Finn: finn decides this is a great time to try and…. figure out how to proceed with vinny. honestly he might just give up on their friendship if today doesn't go as he envisions……..so he approaches the guy "hem hem" he clears his throat "vinny…. if you recall, we were to spend the day together… and i do explicitly need you for the next store we go to" he looks at him sharply Han: han looks around for- nevermind Chip: help

Han: han turns to look for him, sees finn approaching, turns back and goes "maybe later" :) Plum: ":)" Vinny: he glances over as finn approaches, taken out of his book appreciation reverie he tucks a couple of tomes into his side bag "o-oh? i'm sure we can all head over together then" he smiles and tilts his head Finn: "perhaps" he huffs "i dont need everyone to come…just you and…" he turns to name the other victims "cimmorro and psalm!" he points at them individually "you are to accompany me to our next destination!" Cimmorro: he side eyes finn when he's addressed and plants his eyes back to his book (currently skimming through the textiles one) as he replies "I'm busy" Psalm: Hes about to ask what it is she's flipping through (since he knows by now she can't read), when he hears Finn calling for him, and giving Keva a look he ducks out of the driving area and turns to face Finn Keva: keva just silently wishes him luck Finn: finn raises his eyebrows at him like 'you heard me' Vinny: he blinks "but we have a caravan…." he tries to not sweat at the weird group of men he seems to be gathering Psalm: "I don't mind but what's the destination?" Finn: "a jewelry store!" he smirks and puts his hands on his hips Psalm: That…..actually gets Psalm's interest. He had been expecting something slightly more inane. "Yeah, alright." He goes to put his books down by his other stuff. Finn: finn just goes ^__^ Plum: "i'd be interested in going to a jewellery shop," they give a deadpan look over at finn and vinny's direction Finn: "i dont care about what youre interested in!" Plum: "but you can't stop me from going? just pretend i'm not there," they roll their eyes. Finn: "dont be around me at the store, lest we be associated with one another" he huffs Plum: "you can't stop me from doing that either…?" plum says Psalm: Psalm gets the feeling if he asks Plum to come with, Finn will get mad at him so he keeps his mouth shut. but he gives Plum a look all the same like good for you!

Vinny: he huffs and looks between them "dont be like that finn" Plum: plums touched by this and by the look psalm gives them. they just weren't expecting it Finn: "huh?" finn turns to vinny with a perplexed expression "why?" hes demanding with his tone now Vinny: he looks like he debates even responding to this properly before shaking his head "it's… rude?" Finn: "and they were rude to me before, so its all fair, no?" Keva: keva just thinks to herself that if she thought like that she'd have strung finn up in the square by the balls bynow Vinny: he makes a face at finn but just sighs and shakes his head "if you want to keep being cruel, i suppose" Finn: "in fact, i do!" he replies curtly and then rolls his eyes "lets not keep wasting our time with such trivialities. i have far more important business to attend to, and id hate to uninvite you vinny" Vinny: he bristles a little but looks more disappointed than anything before turning to plum "yes lets all go..!" Finn: finn is actually shocked at this….not understanding what it is with that disappointed expression and vinny just inviting everyone suddenly…….he makes a note to uninvite him after all when they get to the store Plum: "yeah…. but i'll stay away then," they point their nose up and sniff, like they're pretending to cry. though they actually are hurt now so they're hoping the pretense hides that. Psalm: Psalm just pats Vinny on the shoulder when Finn isn't looking. "It's not every day we're on this side of the map y'know, might as well make use of the time while we're here." Vinny: he looks over at plum a little distraught as if thinking they really were that upset (enough to be brought to tears) and just makes a note to walk between them and finn at they head over to the jewellery store…

Keva: after psalm leaves she holds up the relevant pages shes found (in the dragon book) to cimmorro, seeing as he's ignoring finn anyway

Skimming through the pages of the tome as the others bicker, Cimmorro sees a series of draconic beasts that could potentially fit the profile of the drake listed in the job poster.

Cimmorro: cimm reads it aloud to keva at the same time trying to tune out the conversation beside him before he blows up another time this morning Keva: keva makes a face bc she has absolutely no idea how to know which one is the right one…. she ponders this and flips between the relevant entries while they go on their way Cimmorro: "we'll read more into it as we go. the day is still young," and he grumbles an "unfortunately" before taking the reins seeing everyone getting ready to go

The party make their way over to the jewellery store, some of them walking alongside the caravan, others riding it as they make their way further through the market area.

Mars: Mars is just GPS satnav-ing their way to a jeweler (horribly awkward convo with finn)

Keva: finding themselves at the jewelry store, keva half thinks to sell the earring sitting at the bottom of her pockets… after all, orin turned out to be alive. but she decides against it. who knows how will turn out… especially considering the group. in the end keva lets everyone know she'll be staying behind Cimmorro: cimm's also staying behind, he's interested in checking out the store but 1) finn 2) he's probably been here more than enough times + he still has rocks on him Rokka: Rokka will take a quick peek of the store out of curiosity, but since he doesn't wear jewelry he decides to go back to the caravan to read is cool frog book

Finn: when finn steps out of the caravan he dusts himself off before looking at vinny "as much as i said id hate it, i am hereby uninviting you from accompanying me. your assistance is no longer needed" he huffs before pulling at psalm's arm "only you are to help me psalm" Vinny: vinny makes a relieved face when finn isnt looking Psalm: "Right. I imagine you need a secondary opinion on whatever it is you want to try on?" He hazards a guess. Finn: "correct!" he nods and smiles, pulling him away from the rest of the group "when it was still looking like only han, vinny and i were to spend time, i had planned on sharing it with them… as much as i wouldnt want to let han know about my personal life, and now i no longer wish to share anything with vinny either but i digress. you see…" finn smiles sheepishly "i plan on getting engaged back at home! and i wanted to buy a ring from somewhere else so itd be more special" hes blushing a bit now "so i absolutely need a secondary opinion! i figured the more the better but…" he pouts briefly "theres no one elses opinion aside from yours i care to hear anymore" Psalm: Psalm stills for about half a second in complete and utter confusion, shock plain as day on his face. He has no idea how to ask what he's really thinking. "I was…unaware you had a fiancé." Finn: "i-i dont have one yet…but im sure thats to change once i propose!" he stammers a bit and scratches his head under his hat for a moment "i havent confessed yet…" he avoids looking at psalm for this "but i am now 23 and still unwed… it is a tad embarrassing" Psalm: This is making less sense to Psalm as this goes on. He doesn't get how that'd be embarassing, but he just chalks it up to some weird nobility shit that doesn't involve him whatsoever. "I might be missing some larger context, but don't you think it might be a bit rude to who you have in mind for this proposal to be so…how do I put this, non-committal?" Finn: "non-committal?" finn tilts his head, genuinely confused "i am here with you right now buying a ring, arent i?" <- doesnt get what psalm is hinting at Psalm: "Well, yes?" They are factually right now buying a ring Psalm supposes. He has no idea why this is relevant. "But I mean I'm just surprised that whoever it is you have waiting back home is alright with you trying to seduce random men. Although I suppose every relationship is different…"

Han: han looks over curiously, ignoring the finn induced mania happening again "what do you want from jewelers?" plum doesn't have a lot of jewelry on them right? so han gives them a curious look over Plum: "i don't know, i just like to look. maybe i an afford something for once is what i'm thinking " plum gives a contemplative look. "i like red, and the jasidians always look pretty nice, so." Han: "oh, to look pretty like cimm?? it would really fit you nicely!!" han gets sparkles in her eyes, finally remembering that wow, gems ARE pretty.. "especially since your hair is still red, it would match nicely..!!" RED SPARKLY PLUM…….. :) Plum: "well i don't know if i can look pretty like cimm, but thanks," they smile. "you wanna come look too? i believe it's an open invitation." Han: han looks as if she was the one insulted "you are very cute! you absolutely could look as cute as cimmorro!" she thinks on the invitation "if someone else watches cart, maybe… i would be worried about getting something thin chain like cimm's though, in case it tears…" Mars: "Probably not the wisest if we're going out into the wilds." Thinks back to some vague chain getting tangled incident Plum: plum is a bit taken aback. they blink back at han a bit surprised, "oh..thank you? thanks," they say. "i think keva and cimmorro might be sticking back? also true mars, i'd probably go for something sturdier anyways." Han: "exactly….. never seen anyone in mountains wear something like that. only when i came to city." she thinks for a moment "actually, thats not true. the elf tribes had plenty jewelry. but my tribe never did" she then fist pumps a little and joins Plum, saying a quick thanks to cimmorro and keva Cimmorro: he gives a thumbs up without looking up from his book Mars: Mars was gonna stay behind but saw what happened to plum and would head in too if they're heading in like okay cya u two…! Vinny: vinny would stay back if plum wasnt walking in bc he feels like he needs to stand next to them now Plum: wtf now i just have two guards maybe it was my harem all along)

As the two groups enter the store, Cimmorro and Keva examine the book on drakes for themselves, noting down anything of significance that could be their mystery target.

Blue Chromatic Dragon 3-5 metres tall | Lightning and Electricity Magic known to be vain and territorial, blue dragons soar through the skies over deserts, preying on caravans and plundering herds. They’re known to be careful combatants and take a great sense of pride from their kills.

Keva: keva doesn't know much about the geography here so she asks cimm "is there a desert where we're going?" Cimmorro: "none at all. some areas could be dry sure but i wouldn't classify it as a desert… maybe a different one then? unless this one got lost for whatever reason."

Blue Dragon Wyrmling 1 ½ - 3 metres tall They're the young version of the blue chromatic dragon, similar in nature, but less territorial as they cant keep it.

Cimmorro: "tis a child so i doubt it would leave its nest. though poachers do exist so who can say…"

Copper Metallic Dragon 4-6 metres tall | Acidic and Gaseous Magic With a blue orange sheen to their scales, they're reported to be great pranksters, joke tellers and riddlers, they are typically seen as having even-tempered natures and appreciates similarly minded folk. They are also highly territorial however and are known to become hostile when their homes are impeded upon.

Keva: "maaaybe this one? though the bounty didn't mention anything about acid…" Cimmorro: "yeah, I'm sure traces of acid or the aftermath of it would be hard to miss."

Guard Drake 2-3 metres tall | varies depending on the type A guard drake is a reptilian creature created out of dragon scales by means of a bizarre and grisly ritual. When trained properly, a drake is obedient and territorial, which makes it an excellent watch beast that can follow simple commands.

Cimmorro: cimm pauses to look up from the book quizzically "I've known draconic lineages are territorial so I'm curious why one is acting out in this region. it's not been an issue before. something must've really infuriated it" Keva: "wonder if it has anything to do with what we heard from the knights back in shorewater… i thought maybe it could be this one, but the bounty mentioned the attacks are happening exclusively at night, so i doubt it's a guard dog protecting its master's things"

Cobalt Dragon 4-5 metres tall | Magnetic Force Magic Cobalt dragons are seen as cunning and overtly cruel amongst its kind, seeking to dominate any creature it comes across in its hunts. They’re known to hunt from the shadows, preparing traps in its territory to help ensnare its prey as opposed to using its own physical might.

Keva: keva makes a 😬 at this one, but looks at the other entries to double check there's not anything that matches the desc better…

Steel Dragon 5-7 metres tall | Acid and Poison Magic Rarely spotted in their draconic forms, steel dragons are known to be shapeshifters that enjoy living secretly amongst two legged societies and cities. In their dragon forms they move in almost feline-like manners and possess a curious and amiable nature.

Sapphire Gem Dragon 3-5 metres tall | Sonic and Psychic Magic Militant and territorial, clashing and conflict is often seen as part of the very nature of sapphire dragons. They're known to fiercely defend their own lairs, and send out assaults against their rivals to plunder their own hordes for themselves.

Fume Drake 1 metre tall | Heat and Smog Magic Fume drakes are mischievous creatures that arise from the lingering magical energy of a dead dragon. They resemble small, legless dragons formed from clouds of blue smoke. They delight in causing pain and confusion in other creatures.

Keva: keva sighs "looks like it's the cobalt one, huh… and it doesn't say how to best deal with them..?" Cimmorro: he sighs and nods. "and magnetic force sounds like a pain in the ass already… perhaps vinny might come up with a counter" Keva: keva eyes at all the metal jewelry cimm's wearing

As the two continue discussing the topic amongst themselves, the rest of the party enters the store, shopping around and chatting as they eye the wares in front of them.

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> 🎵 Theme of Dominique / Bloodstained Ritual of the Night OST

You enter a small storefront off the main road, filled with pristinely kept wooden and glass cases displaying glittering gems and jewels. Rings and Jewellery are strewn about the store under careful lock and key but glitter beautifully in the light, as a dragonborn clerk eyes them with keen intent.

Oboron Dex the Shrewd Jeweller: "Just right for a gala i think, and such a beautiful colour too. Do inform me if you're browsing for anything in particular, but I'm sure you'd make anything shine with those good looks of yours!"

Mars: "Can't go wrong with a simple stud or loop." Plum: "yeah, i think maybe some new earrings would be nice," they say. "see anything you like, any of you?" they're also going to ask the shopkeeper if they have any earrings that aren't enchanted or water related. Oboron: the man leans forward tapping his chin "hmmm we certainly do, ive recently got in a lovely golden and red pair this morning. they're carved in the shape of sunflowers" he smiles as he gestures to the pair in a case in front of you Mars: "Nah I'm still good with mine." singular dangly thing that it is Plum: "ooh, okay thanks," plum says, looking at them carefully. they're gonna pass though, they've spent enough money today they're starting to think. at mars they say "true, don't fix what's not broken and all that." Mars: hes just like [nod] "How's about you? Anything catching your eye." @ han Han: han's been following plum like she's their tail, "hmm.. not really…… i like stuff but its still hard to thinking about me wearing it…." Plum: "wanna try something on? you could always see how you feel after putting it on." Han: 🤔 true.. no harm no foul…. han picks a very simple chain with a inlaid gem charm hanging off it, in the shape of rose. she struggles putting it on by herself before sighing and going "some help..?" Mars: "Sure yeah might wanna. lean down a bit….???" Han: squats a lil Mars: clasps it on……. "So what dya think." Han: han stares in the mirror shyly, moving this way and that way "….its pretty cute, i guess…" she looks for a bit longer, but her eyes slide off the necklace and somewhere else "ah, maybe i should not have asked cimm to cut it off…" Plum: "your hair? it can always grow back," they say in their usual blunt tone Han: she sighs "ye, cimm said that too, but i am just realizing more and more that i really miss it….." Plum: "well maybe there's a potion out there that causes hair to grow fast? i'm sure i could make something like that if you really want," they don't mean it too seriously but why not Vinny: vinny tilts his head to gaze at han "if you'd like something like that i could brew it in a jiffy" he smiles as if to reassure her Plum: "there you go, leave it to the expert," plum says, jerking a thumb in vinny's direction. <- not being sarcasticHan: 🥺"thank you… i think i would like that…."

Finn: "oh!" finn laughs a bit "to tell you the truth psalm, i have no idea how he feels about me… and if i end up getting rejected, i wouldve wasted my time not trying to enjoy myself on this arduous journey" he clears his throat "dont misunderstand though…i truly am in love!" hes blushing again Psalm: "That's fair," *at least he thinks it is, he has no idea. "And I'm guessing we're to be meeting this not-fiancé of yours when we arrive?" Psalms looking around at jewelry too but he's too distracted to really take note of anything Finn: "certainly!" he smiles and sighs, thinking of his love to be and turns to properly peruse the wares now too "i was thinking of either an opal or obsidian…although quartz would match his hair nicely as well…and mine too" he gestures vaguely "and i fear obsidian might be too gloomy…although the way we came to be is not at all a bright, jovial story, so if you put it that way…" finn just keeps on rambling "what about you psalm? what would you want your engagement ring to be like?" Psalm: Psalm is really trying to put together some modicum of understanding about this whole scenario and failing. "Nothing wrong with gloomy in my opinion," Psalm says. He's a bit curious now though, but all the same he asks with palpable hesitation, "And how exactly did you two meet?" At the question he just shrugs, "I've never thought about it," he lies. Finn: "hmm" finn puts a finger to his chin like a cute anime girl "not under the best circumstances…he was lost… in a general 'lost in the limbo of life' way and not the 'lost in the street' way, yknow-" he looks at psalm in absolute shock at the response though "youve never thought about it?! what?! y-you really do lack romantic ideals, dont you?!" he leans against the displays dramatically, genuinely incapable of understanding how psalm has gone through life like this "dont tell me….youve never been in love psalm? do you even know what youd want your ideal lover to be like? have you never thought about your wedding? what youll wear?"

Psalm: Psalm's like "I see. I must say I'm jealous." Must be nice to have met someone under such adversity and yet perservere enough together to get married he muses to himself. He pulls a face at Finn's being shocked. "I'm not lacking in any romantic ideals." He crosses his arms, "I'd rather not get into any details either, but since you're sharing with me." He waves his hand dismissively, "I have been,and I may have given it..a little thought." (Read:a lot of thought) Finn: finn stares at psalm with the biggest meow meow eyes imaginable "only a little?" he clutches his hands together "o-once we take care of my engagement situation we'll have to take care of your love life in general! oh its too cruel…." he shakes his head "perhaps we will find you a lover yet…in these drake infested backwaters….." he grimaces a bit at his own words there at the end "or perhaps in my lovely antessa!" he beams Psalm: Psalm is relieved Finn isnt pressing him for details. "A love life is the farthest thing from my mind right now Finn." He's wondering why Vorde hadn't mentioned anything about this now honestly, but he supposes nothing changes about their mission with or without the knowledge. "You think it'd be best to get their preferences before picking an engagement ring?" Finn: "why?" finn tsks and tilts his head…but he does respond to the question "i-i never had the chance to ask him about such things…. anyway… his hair is brown so keep that in mind when i talk about obsidian or light colored gems, yeah? i should ask the shop owner to show them to us more up close…" he sticks his head out looking for them Oboron: the man walks over and gives you a sunny smile "need assistance gentlemen?" Psalm: "I just don't have the time right now." Psalm runs that over in his head for a bit before going "Brown hair? Surely you don't mean Orin?" Finn: "sh-shut up!!" finn gestures at him wildly, clearly flustered and red in the face before turning to the shopkeep "y-yes! could you let me take a closer look at your gems? obsidian and quartz specifically…" Oboron: he nods and opens the case up, pulling out the two gems to hold in his hand to display in the light for you "such lovely colours on these i find…" Keva: keva gets a shiver suddenly in the caravan

Psalm: Keva is not going to like this… Psalm thinks, but that's just going to have to be something that's dealt with when they reach their destination. "So let me get this straight, no judgement here, but you want to propose to your hired servant while also maintaining the ability to go off and have fun with whoever in case the proposal fails. Is that right?" Finn: finn just whisper yells at him "CAN THIS WAIT UNTIL WE ARE OUT OF EARSHOT HERE?" quickly Psalm: PSALM IS TRULY PERPLEXED BUT HE WHISPER YELLS "THEYRE NOT LISTENING TO ME." Finn: "PLEASE" HE WINCES Psalm: Psalm rolls his eyes but relents. Vinny: he pats han on the back "nothings too out of reach han!" he gives a wary glance to the yelling from finn and psalms side of the store Mars: Hearing the slight shrieks on the other half of the store mars looks back at psalm and finn and whispers to the rest of the group. "What's gotten him like that…." Han: she smiles at vinny and then grimaces briefly at finns/psalms screamwhispering before deciding to ignore it "any kind of jewellery you look for, vinny?" han talks quietly back to mars "ugh, who knows… finn is just kind of weirdo…. have to treat him like baby. like hes okay but also weird…….." han trying to think how to explain any of this before just going "i dont really understand him" Mars: He just ends up mentally wishing whoever his fiancee is luck before turning back to Han and Vinny. "Suppose there's no point it thinking it right now with how cantankerous he was this morning." he ends up mumbling Vinny: he stares a little longer and also turns away shaking his head "hm? ah i don't wear much myself particularly. maybe when i was younger… though i do like rings, i dont typically keep any on due to my work though" he laughs "i also dont quite understand our friend finn…" he stares into the middle distance Plum: "no, not really. a baby is a good comparison. best we don't worry about it. you gonna get the necklace, han?" Han: han nods after plum "hes, like, very fragile..? in his mind…?" she nods to herself like shes making sense. then she turns to plum "yea, i like it. kinda of nice to wear something delicate" :3 Plum: "yayy, and i love roses too. nice choice," they say, genuinely pleased to be a part of this moment. Mars: He fully turns away from the finn convo because okay ♥ not his problem ♥ yay ♥ anyway. "Its nice, color suits you." He gestures vaguely to his head to mean han's hair but thinks maybe he shouldn't have done that maybe she didnt notice. Han: han goes pink and makes an unimpressed expression "okay, thanks, you guys are embarrassing now, i will go buy it" she makes her way to the cashier Oboron: as you approach the dragonborn he gives you a pleasant smile, wrapping the item in a careful parchment package

Finn: [to the shopkeep]"most certainly!" finn laughs nervously "i-i should perhaps say im looking to purchase my engagement rings here… and i am just not sure which color id love more on my fiance!" he sighs dramatically and eyes them with an intensity…. "do gems… have any meanings associated with them?" Oboron: the man smiles with a toothy grin and places the gem back with a flourish "oh, lovely! we have plenty of band sets here that are often used for marriages and proposals" he gestures to the obsidian "these are said to block and absorb negative energy, stones that provide protection to those who wear them… they draw out stress and tension, good boons for a happy marriage!" he points to the quartz "these are said to stand for spirituality and wisdom, they're good luck charms for those who have difficulty grasping their emotions, and inspire them learn and grow… also a good boon for a happy relationship i should say!" Finn: finn clutches at his head as the shopkeep goes on "both are good choices…it is as you say…" there is a strain in his voice "truthfully, im even less clear about which one id like to choose now…" he looks at psalm now "psaaaaalm…." he whines… clearly wanting to hear his opinion on the meanings Psalm: "I feel I shouldn't be asked to weigh in so strongly on something that hardly concerns me." Psalm says, truly exhausted. He should've declined coming. Despite this, he tries to gives a somewhat decently thought out answer "Obsidian's nice. Given his circumstances it feels more fitting also." Finn: finn assumes a thinking pose… ideally he'd get both… the white one for himself, the obisidian for his love…. but then they wouldnt match! this was truly worth despairing over! after a moment more of looking between psalm and the shopkeeps hand he finally sighs and vows to make a choice "despite how nice it looks i-ill… ill take the quartz… after all… q-quick i need you to put the obsidian away before i change my mind!" he pleads with the store owner Oboron: the jeweller nods his head "an excellent choice sire! i'll pull up a set of quartz rings just this second" the dragonborn walks off with a spring in his step before returning with two bands, embedded with quartz gems, glittering under the light Psalm: Psalm like 'why am I here right now' to Ghester in infernal Ghester: ghester speaks up in your mind "well, i suppose you could have gotten out of it like our good wizard?" Psalm: "Beginning to hate my lack of foresight. I thought it'd be more like when I helped with his ball makeup." Ghester: "you really ought to keep on your toes around the young man, though i will admit to being amused from my perch up here" Psalm: "Wouldn't expect anything else from you." Ghester: "imagine if i didnt like it!" Psalm: "Perish the thought Ghester, or I'd have suffered for nothing." Ghester: he lets out a proper laugh

Finn: finn sighs in relief when the choice is finally made "you were very helpful… thank you" finn beams at the jeweller, clearly excited… finn thinks that if he still had a heartbeat, itd be going crazy now…! as he often thinks. anyway, he hands over the 150gp with a shaky hand just from how excited he is and marvels at the rings, totally absorbed by their beauty…… but he remembers psalm is there too so he says "a-and im grateful for you too of course psalm… this is a very important step in my life and im on my own in regards to it… thank you for helping me with something so precious" he smiles brightly but gently, a rare sight Psalm: Psalm was going to say something to continue questioning this random turn of events but he'd feel bad about it now… "I'm still perplexed but, sure." Finn: finn looks truly happy for once and nods "im only realizing now how much of your time i mustve taken up with this… did you want to shop for yourself too? id be happy to return the favor of giving secondary opinions of course…" Psalm: "No I'm alright, I've spent enough on books as is." Finn: "mm.. ill wait in the caravan then! stay or come with me, if you wish" he smiles and steps out with a spring in his step Psalm: "I want to check some more stores so I'll head off with the others. But don't think we're done discussing this."

The party reconvene at the caravan and head off towards the direction of a general supply store next, stocking up for the long journey ahead of them. Along the way they continue to chatter amongst themselves.

Cimmorro: quick sending spell to willow "landed in krenic. what was the instant mail service you used? also drake problem on the road home. will look into it. tc love u" Willow: you hear the sound of bells chiming in the distance before willows voice responds thoughtfully "i see, a drake… stay safe travelling. it was the blue room's telegram service, there's one in bakaldor. love you as well cimmorro" the voice cuts out afterwards

Jasper: as he and keva debate about dragons, he lets jasper skitter into the caravan while it's still empty as to help her familiarize herself with it. while looking through the drivers window though he spots rokka reading on his lonesome and goes, "hey, rockster. you're out in the wild often right? know anything about dragons?" Rokka: he stops reading his book and gives Jasper his full attention, "JAPSER!! you are correct I was out in the wild for a gooooood time, but i've never ran into any dragons out there! Just your usual woodland critters and stuff…." he pauses to dig his own brain "oh! i know they're big and can probably blow fire out of their mouths like RAAAGGHHHH!!! At least thats what I've heard" he pats jasper's head as he says the last part Cimmorro: cimm smiles a bit and finally after the rough reunion earlier in the morning. just glad for rokka's enthusiasm and seeing jasper play with him. "ah… well, we got a book here that's all about em. wanna read it too?" Rokka: he takes a quick look over at cimm before looking back at jasper "can I? Isn't cimmy still upset about this morning?" feeling a little wary about asking to share books with cimm, he skims through his frog book again "maybe if I offer to share my frog book he won't be upset anymore? argh no one told me maintaining friendships would be this hard" he grumbles more to himself clearly still stressed over this mornings ordeal Cimmorro: cimm just hangs over the window amused that rokka took the conversation to his daughter. he just listens and watches them talk, seeing how it goes. truthfully he is still a bit mad, but not at rokka at this point at least. eventually he goes, "I hope she's not telling you that I've got donuts to share…" a little teasingly Rokka: whipping his head towards cimm's direction, a little surprised at the spark of conversation from him "WUH? no! it's the cool dragon book!" he points "said I can take look…if thats okay with you…" he holds up his own book to him as a peace offering,"and if you want to read about frogs I have this one han gifted me….we can read it together! I can't lend it because it's from han and I have to cherish it ☝😌 " he adds Cimmorro: he chuckles a little. "i do like frogs. come up here while we wait for the others so we can read, then. I don't want to be inside." he turns his back on rokka to take a proper seat back while waiting for him. "take jasper with you if you'd like" Rokka: he begins to smile seeing how cimm didn't turn him away "REALLY!? AWLLRIGHTTT" he quickly picks jasper up and sets her on his shoulder before he moves over to where cimm is "you're gonna loveee this book!" Cimmorro: "yeah? let's start with your favorite one then" he grins then shuffles and gets the box of donuts beside him to offer to rokka while he rambles on. "you want one?" Rokka: "ok!!" he quickly flips through the book and points at a picture "loook at this mountain chicken!!" he excitedly taps the book "It's a weird name for a frog HAHA [insert fact here]" after rambling he looks at the donuts "SWEET THANKS!!" he eagerly grabs one and shoves it all in his mouth "dyou wahnna rehd eht?" he asks with his mouth full Cimmorro: that manages to get cimm to laugh out loud. "is it really called that? huh, it says here it's because their legs look like chicken drumsticks." rokka basically gobbling up his food has him go like "ah! the icing might get all over the pages"

Finally the group arrive outside the store, a few of them electing to stay and watch the caravan whilst the others head inside.

Finn: finn volunteers to stay with the caravan this time Mars: none of that peasant shopping for him

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> 🎵 Tony's Shop / Persona 2 Innocent Sin OST

You find a larger general store taking up the entire ground floor of a building in the marketplace. Crowds of people browse its shelves and crates as they stock up on basic neccesities for the rough Krenic roads. A tall tiefling woman shifts stock near the front as you eye the floor.

Knackon the Bust Labourer: “If you need something off the high shelf call me over. Yesterday we had an acolyte nearly crush herself under a bag of rice…"

Keva: "which of these kits do you all want? we'll have to get a lot for feed all of us" Han: "i would get modest and see if we can hunt? at least game." Psalm: "I think modest should be alright with our current funds.. but in the interest of saving money… hmm" Keva: "do we have enough left over from the money we got from the airship after paying mars? or are we splitting this?" Psalm: "I think it was 2kgp, how much are we paying Mars again?" Keva: keva shrugs bc she couldn't read the paper with everyone's names and prices on it Psalm: "I believe it was something like 50g a week… and he wants half now half after.. Can't recall if he'll be paying for his own rations or not though." Mars: before anyone says anything he's at checkout buying a backpack, bedroll + wterskin and 3 crates of rations.

Han: "the road we will be taking, is there any precaution we should take for terrain?" Mars: He thinks a bit on it. "Dry, craggy, windy. Rocky plains mostly, some mountains." He starts listing off while he's still browsing. "You could forage, though it'd be a bit tougher." Han: "hmm…. is it possible to get up mountain? or too risky?" she sighs on the forage response "i have druidic means to find us food, but if there isnt plants to begin with, its useless…" Mars: "There's a mountain pass if that's what you're wondering… We'd be passing through it even, It'd be hard but not impossible to hunt up there. There's plants too, so such means should still be doable…." Though he's not a druid himself, he's been through the region though, definitely plants, sweet sweet grasses of bakaldor…… Han: "i mean more like, in case one of us fall off." she contemplates this, and says more to herself "maybe thats more of snow problem. nevermind. atleast if anything happens, i am confident about assist with food" Mars: "Falls off… Well ideally none of us would be falling off." HE BLINKS. "But uh… if you need help foraging food I can help out too if you'd like." FALLS OFF…….. Han: "ideally, yeah. gotta be prepared for anything though" grins at him ^_^ looking at him buying the ration boxes, she says "just to be clear, if food becomes problem, i am including you in people to feed, so we can do it as team. regardless of finn or anyone says, okay" Mars: He just looks at her going off like WTF 🥺 … OKAY

Vinny: seeing him stare longingly at the fresh food on display vinny opts to buy mars a slice of pumpkin pie, feeling smypathetic to his small budget

Putting their heads together, psalm and keva maths out how many rations they need to buy to last them until antessa, taking the funds out of their airship money. They decide to load all the ration crates on the roof and tie them down.

Keva: keva starts to load up the van with the crates one by one… she thinks to ask rokka to help but decides to leave him alone since he's reading with cimm Vinny: seeing you go vinny moves to aid you in the process Han: han helps keva moving ration boxes 😗 Plum: i'll also help Psalm: Psalm also helps….? but how helpful he is well…is anybody's guess really Han: he helps with moral support.. by struggling for a minute before someone else comes and picks it up instead, making them feel strong Mars: mars just picks up psalms dropped groceries Finn: finn had kinda dozed off in the seating area but wakes up from all the noise and watches everyone carry the boxes while thinking to himself 'how bothersome' before disappearing into the bedroom…not gonna get involved with that!

After strapping all their newly bought necessities to the roof of the caravan they make off to the next destination to purchase the very same for their two strapping horses.

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> 🎵 Coasting / Transistor OST

You walk into an open air tent of sorts, with all manner of animals and beasts settled in pens or cages along the floor. Hay bales and feed are scattered around as others come and go, entering to observe the animals. A man in an apron walks to and fro, deftly moving heavy items with ease.

Julian the Toweing Handler: “Don't get too close to the little rats, kid had his finger nearly nipped off this morning. Think they're feeling a little ornery… slimes are plenty friendly though!"

Psalm: Psalm has a dog(?) now and doesn't know enough about horses so he'll hang back in the caravan as well this time Han: han trusts the animal devotees club to devote so hard so she stays in the caravan, reading more of the astral book properly Mars: silva doesnt really need to eat but she might have fun flying around an animal store… though he's a bit worried about her getting mistaken fro a loose animal and just parks them both in the caravan Keva: keva looks at the horse armor long and hard considering the implication

Rokka: "YEAHH! frogs are funny" he laughs with him, happy cimm is enjoying the book just as much as he is "OH WHOOPS! wouldn't want to ruin this book! Must cherish!" rokka looks in the stores general direction "d'you wanna go check out this animal store? MAYBE WE CAN SEE SOME ACTUAL FROGS" Cimmorro: "yes i was going to say you can stay and read more while i buy some things for the horses but you should come with. it'd be fun to identify the frogs together" Rokka: "AWESOMEEE" he carefully puts the book away and waits to go in with cimm Cimmoro: they go in the store and go like omgggg ^w^ cuties!! jasper also going like OwO at everything

Plum: seeing that mars has stayed back, plum takes the time to ask him a question. "hey, would you know anything about the dusk swamplands?" Mars: "We'd be passing through it." Han: nvm han listens to plum n mars gossip 😗

Being reminded of the last Mars thinks back to the last strange rumour he heard about the place. Strange beings were appearing in a lake town, claiming to be related to the people who lived there…but no one had ever seen them before….oooohh… wait how did that end again. he thinks they sunk the town.

Mars: astagfirullahalazim ^ real mars response to this "Any particular reason…?" He tries to ask as he recalls a weird story about the area. Plum: "i'm following a rumour i heard about the place," plum sighs, "but i'm not a very seasoned traveller so i'm just wondering if you knew anything about the area or how i might make my way there."

Finn: finn, drawn to the store by the filthy smell of animals, comes in and immediately decides to buy a rat (he is handed one in a small cage) finn goes back to the caravan sleeping area to drink the rat he just bought right there (uhh kinda animal cruelty ig) he drains it completely and doesnt have the mercy to kill it beforehand so it squeaks and squirms a little. with the deed done he now has a rat corpse on his hands and a useless little cage… he puts it back in the cage and then exits the caravan again, as if nothing happened, assuming no one is gonna stop him or even pay attention to this…. hes just gonna dump the cage as it is in an alley

Finn exits the caravan discretely making sure nothing is out of place on his person, assured he's looking just fine he steps out. Immediately he trips on the step and catapults face forward and face plants into the dirt street in front of him, his cage goes skidding across the ground, the rat corpse flopping about inside. His hat falls off in the scuffle, dealing him 20 radiant damage from being lit by sunlight.

Theres a heated meat and mist rising from his face as if he were burning as his face begins cracking like dust.

Keva: keva ties the ribbon on amos before placing him back her hood and hauling the horse armor out to protect the horsies and sees ^ happen, she drops the armour and tries to shade him with her cloak until he has his hat back on Cimmorro: uhhh cimm just kinda is like ??? till he realizes whats going on and grabs for his hat to cover him Han: hans gonna kick into high gear seeing finn fucking disintegrate before her eyes and just cover him with her cloak?! Rokka: hearing the sizzling sound rokka jumps over and tried to use his body as shade Psalm: Psalm is minding his business reading the first balkazar*(?) Book or whatever when they pull Finn half dead into the caravan Mars: "Yes I've heard of something there as well is it-" And then Finn walks past them and falls face first into the dirt and the sizzling sound ahppened and he's just kind of confused like wait i thought they hated this guy. Gets up to look better tho Plum: plum also jumps up to look but everyone is swarming finn so much already they just hover Vinny: vinny walks over from where he was browsing the store and also glances over confused, though slightly worried with this groups track record Keva: we're beating him up Han: han straight up panics and casts pass without trace, asking finn in a shrill panicked voice "are you okAY?!"

Finn: the pain is unbearable hes not been hit by sunlight in forever! finns kinda out of it, scrambling to reach for his hat while squinting his eyes shut completely. luckily cimm is there to help with that and he just clings to whoevers closest, probably cimm "inside, inside" he winces and repeats pathetically, pulling his scarf up to hide his scorching, crumbling visage, some tears rolling down his cheeks from the pain… Cimmorro: cimm will assist without complaint, he's kinda just jarred seeing this happen at all since he's only heard of it Han: han just hovers over finn with her cloak Rokka: rokka follows along to help cimm guide finn indoor + blocking peoples view of him Finn: finns shaking and clutching at cimm "m-my coffin is my coffin…?" he trails off "put me in…" Cimmorro: cimm hurriedly takes him there hopefully with hans help rn bcs good lord "is that all you need or? I don't think my healing can help-" defo sounds a little panicked Mars: He's like assessed the situation and connected the dots and figured he should've connected the dots sooner with that weird suitcase in the sleeping area. "Yes the…. coffin would be what's best for him." He says a little disappointed. Finn: "'s all i need" he slurs the words a little and groans…. definitely cutting the dashing figure of an elderly man on life support rn Mars: cimm blinks from finn to mars like "ah? you know then? i guess I'll take both of your words for it… still… should someone be watching him rest?" Han: han leans right next to finn's ear, hopefully out of cimms earshot entirely "if this is emergency, my offer still stands" Finn: finn barely processes this but nods weakly, his brain filing the information away for later "i just need it to be dark now!.." he nearly sobs, definitely unsubtle unlike han Han: han just nods and leaves his side, re makes sure all the blinds are closed

Psalm: "I'm not leaving the caravan for now if you're worried." at cimmorro, Psalm volunteers gesturing at his book. You leave this guy alone for two minutes… Plum: i can hang back here too," plum raises a hand. "What the fuck even happened?" Cimmorro: "i didn't see the entirety of it but from the looks of it he tripped on himself. and, well, daylight" Plum: they just make a wordless o shape with their mouth, like damn Mars: He looks like he was gonna say something but holds back a little bit. "Unless someone's gunning for him he's… better off ? recovering in there." He looks like he's having a hard time picking out nicer words than what he's used to more than hesitant. Cimmorro: cimm just raises a brow at his odd manner of speech but decides it's a matter for later. "right… plum and psalm can keep watch then while we finish up here." Mars: They both just reach an understanding of 'later' and mars just looks back to the sleeping area (or the door at least if they closed it lol). Rokka: rokka leans towards the coffin and whispers loud enough for finn to hear "let me or anyone know if you need anything!" Finn: "okay…" finn groans out miserably, not sure if hes only crying from the pain right now… "i-if you could just…make sure the lid is properly shut.." he heaves and holds his face, curling like a shrimp freely now that he has more privacy and more importantly, the dark comfort of his coffin Rokka: "g-got it!" he quickly pats the coffin shut, double checking every spot to ensure it is tightly sealed

As soon as Finn re-enters the darkness of his coffin he can feel his skin begin to heal, and the harsh pain of the radiance quickly fades, instead a peaceful transient feeling takes hold as his body stitches itself back together.

Finn: enveloped by the peaceful, transient feeling and his skin beginning to heal puts finn at ease… so much that he can start processing what happened. he cant actually believe everyone came to help him immediately… he thinks he saw keva shielding him too. even her. with no bitterness at the forefront of his mind he examines that carefully and closely… vinny and mars probably know now… what should he make of all that? he feels like he owes everyone something now… how ridiculous. with these thoughts in mind finn lets the feeling take him and he begins to drift off

Keva: she will put the rat + cage back in the alleyway discreetly while the others take care of finn, doing her best to not look at the poor wretched thing before returning to the caravan with everyone else and hovering by the door Vinny: vinny hovers outside next to her "wh..what happened?" he's alarmed by the entire group involving themselves in this Keva: "finn's hat fell off and now his face is melting" she's glad she can't see it anymore, still disturbed by the sight Vinny: he blinks eyes wide as he balks "w-why was his face melting!?" Keva: she snaps her head to look at him, confused, "he's-- wait, you didn't…?" her brain scrambles to catch up "i think it's fine now so, don't worry too much about it" she goes back to equipping the horses to get her mind off what she just saw Vinny: he continues staring at her absolutely perplexed "…? d-didn't what? its normal for his face to melt…?" he folds his arms hugging himself if to give them something to do other than anxiously tap as he watches her walk to the horses Keva: "he just…" she feels bad leaving vinny out of the loop, esp when he's clearly concerned, but she still tries to choose her words carefully as she focuses on strapping things on "he shouldn't be in the sun, and he was" Vinny: he glances between her and the door as she speaks "…some sort of condition..?" he furrows his brows as he realises something "that's the reasoning for the clothes, is it?" he's almost mumbling under his breath now as he continues "a curse..? maybe a hex…" Keva: keva thinks to tell vinny that she doesn't think there's much he can do about this one, but decides against it and keeps working away

Keva: "did anyone bring the feed in?" she calls out while she finishes up the armor Vinny: vinny blinks out of his stupour and fumbles a little "oh-ah ill help out..!" and moves off to grab some of the set aside bales to store Cimmorro: cimm's just gonna nod and try and help with this bcs man. da fuck Rokka: rokka mindlessly answer "i can help" and quietly goes to help cimm likew tf just happened Cimmorro: FROGS.. FORGOTTEN Rokka: FROGS FORGOTTEN……..

Keva: once she's done armoring up the horses she rests her head on one of their bodies, listening to its heartbeat while she tries to shut the nasty images from her mind… after a moment she gives the horse a pat, telling herself quietly 'time to go', and climbs back into the driver's seat

Finishing stocking up, the group make off to their last stop, the blue room arcana guild set up in the city. Inside some of them sit and chatter as they make their way over.

Psalm: Psalm just goes back to reading. Plum: "right well.. about that rumour…" plum says to mars awkwardly Mars: Now that things calmed down a bit he just looks back at Plum. "So everyone just knew that…?" If they're this business as usual about it Plum: plum drags a tired hand down their face. "yeah, pretty much. except vinny, bless him." Mars: "Alright, just keeping it from him then." He pinches his brow.

The party manage to locate their destination easily enough alongside the caravan, though as they approach they note a plume of smoke on the horizon. As they arrive outside the building they see a series of soot covered wizards walking in and out of the store coughing and carrying damaged items out into the street.

People stand around watching or staring as they walk past in the marketplace, one of the wizards grumbles to themselves as they rub their hair, their titular blue hat abandoned somewhere, seems the place isnt doing so great this morning.

Keva:

Cimmorro: from the driver's seat, cimm tries to get the attention of the guy. "ah, err is this a bad time to do business here…?" Wizard: the wizard grunts as he looks over towards cimmorro "ahhh…. well if you wanted to buy an item im gonna have to ask you to wait till we see what he have that's still usable" he rubs his eyes "if this was those guild goons im going to brew a fire bomb so big it burns…" he grumbles under his breath as he thinks to himself Cimmorro: "items would be of interest, yes but i was also to inquire about your telegram service-" he just eyes the guy again. "what even happened?" Wizard: the wizard furrows his brows and shakes his fist "someone rigged our cauldron to blow the next time someone activated the boiler, so this morning it blew up the whole damn shop..!!" he folds his arms and taps his foot impatiently "were clearing it out for a bit so we'll be out of commission ah- but" he glances up at you as if regaining his sense and trying to put on some semblance of customer service "i take care of the telegrams, i can shoot it off if youve got the gold on you, make some friggin' money back on this shithole of a morning…." he grumbles

Listening in from inside and squinting out at the street, mars thinks on what he knows of the guild wars of Bakaldor. The blue room is an international arcana guild and this isnt their home turf. He could assume its locals getting mad at newer properties trying to move in but theyre not that new, truly anyone could be mad at them really.

Cimmorro: his eyes go a little wide "why would they…?" he asks kind of limply, not sure if he wants to get involved in this. "ah, the telegram, I'm here to ask for the service fee, mainly. i don't have anything ready at the moment, I'm afraid… 😅 " Wizard: the wizard sighs as he droops "its 100 gold per message, flat fee no matter how long the message is…" he looks around the marketplace again as he thinks "and if you want some basics, pickle's across the road there. she'll probably have something that catches your eye" he turns away now seemingly decided cimmorro's done with this conversation as he spots another wizard wobbling while holding a box "ahhh! lift with your knees bermy!" he runs off and away from your chatter Cimmorro: "oh, thanks…" he listlessly tries to call out but the man kept moving. he turns to look at where this pickle is before he begins leading the caravan there. he speaks up to keva next to him "that's the guy that does that instantaneous letter service if you want it," then also lets the others know "100gp for a letter sent to anyone in portcus, if you lot fancy it" Han: "your city has proper postal service, right? i would rather use that.." Cimmorro: "yes we should, unless it blew up also…" he laughs a little shallowly. "this one is special though, you don't need an address, just a recipient. perfect for those who move about. tis how i got willow's letter back in shorewater." Han: "its only letters, right? i have gifts to send, so…" pouts "ill wait" Cimmorro: "ahhh. yeah letters only. i can show you where the regular postal is after here." Keva: keva thinks about sending orin some of her letter practice…. Mars: mars considers the letter service but ultimately doesnt go for it but he does end up remembering smthn

The party roll their caravan over to the stall pointed out to them across the street, as they glance at the scrambling wizards nearby.

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You step up to a small arcane stall set up in the market place, freshly written spell scrolls hang drying in the open air above a halfling wizard. She moves to and fro as she scralws markings into the paper, the odour of nearby alchemical materials tinge the air.

Pickle the Fickle Magician: “I can write ya' one if we don't already have it up, just pick it off'a the list. No guild discounts by tha' way so don't ask!"

A few of the party step out to grab a few things from the stall in front of them, in the meanwhile plum and mars continue their earlier conversation inside the caravan.

Mars: "But yes- rumors, I heard of a town with strange folks appearing out of nowhere, some say the town drowned…? Among other things." Plum: "right. thanks. familiar with the subject then, i guess?" they frown. "uh, not the rumour i heard, but okay. but you've never been around there then?" Mars: "Familiar with it, but I haven't been there in a while, and I didn't frequent it either… So my knowledge might be a bit out of date." 😅 Plum: "oh, okay.." plum says, deflating a bit. "nothing about doing favours for the feykind or anything?"

Mars thinks back and recalls hearing mutiple stories about fae beings in the dusk swamplands. In regards to favours he remembers one story saying if you carried 3 rocks across a certain stretch of land for them, dryads would gift you something in return.

Plum: plum gawks at mars for a moment. "wait actually? that sounds like exactly what i was asking about………i think." plum reaches for their bag and pulls out a tattered notebook, in which they've taken some notes. "you wouldn't happen to know any more, would you?" Mars: “Fey and such isn’t really something I can recall off the top of my head I’ll admit. Just small smatterings of stuff locals in the area know.” Mars muses. “I hear fey pacts and promises are harsh or odd, typically, but fair in their rewards.” Plum: "yeah..that makes sense. probably more magic bullshit i barely understand," they grimace. "but i guess i have no choice." plum hesitates. "i'm just asking…. because i haven't travelled much. so i thought you might know more about traversing that area. i actually have no real clue how to go about it." they don't want to ask outright for assistance so they're having a hard time phrasing it. Mars: He thinks a little bit on where they’re heading and the path they’re taking, while near the dusk swamplands it doesn’t really pass through the main bulk of the swamp… “Its a tricky place… I tend to avoid it and I don’t cross it often… but tell you what, what we don’t know we can always find out more of. We’re heading to Cimm’s town, yeah? A Jasidan sort of place? Bet you they’ve probably got some sort of archive of the matter. Maybe they’ve got more on the subject being closer to the area than Bakaldor.” Plum: "that's…true…" plums says, suddenly realising that they had hardly considered to ask around with all of the things always going on, and their thinking about the party more than themselves. "thanks, that's a good idea. i probably should've asked at the library, now that you're saying it. duh…" they're not sure how to say mars doesn't need to go out of his way to help, but they don't know if that'd be rude so they don't. "and yes, we're heading to cimm's place next. i think vinny's here to help him with someone back at his temple who's been cursed.. or something like that." Mars: O.o…. o.O…. “I remember hearing about a curse…” He says briefly before thinking off about something, he turns back to Plum though. “Probably a bit hard to squeeze in a library revisit now… unless you don’t mind splitting off and meeting up again later. Otherwise, Coralwash might be a better bet.” He doesn’t seem 100% sure about it though, but he’s also not sure if Bakaldor would have anythin on the subject that doesn’t take extra time and digging that they don’t really have. He scratches his head a little thinking if he should ask if there’s anything in particular Plum would like to know about fey stuff….. but keeps his mouth shut instead

Plum: "yeah, though i'll leave the details up to cimm. i'm curious about it actually, so i hope he won't mind me poking my nose around." though after today they're unsure. "also right, exactly, it's fine. i don't think splitting up is a good idea right now, anyhow." they give a wary glance to finn's coffin. "by the way, when you say that fey pacts are harsh or odd, i can only think that something like bringing three rocks across a stretch of land means that the rocks are actually gonna be huge boulders. something i'd need to use my head for, maybe?" they start thinking to themselves about whether they could learn any shrinking spells. "i really don't know that much about fey, though we bumped into some fairies in the woods the other day and i can't say with confidence that i want to fuck around with that." Mars: "The worst thing he can do to your request is say no…" Or he'd scold you within an inch of your life, but you can always survive something like that. But he just nods at Plum's example instead. "But yeah, stuff like that. Stuff you'd have to use your head about, stuff that are never what they seem. From my few encounters, I know they operate a little differently." He crosses his arms but one hand raises to flick his earring a bit in thought. "Things that are completely within reason for them could be unreasonable for us, harmful at worst, and the things we say could be offensive beyond belief to them. But they're not impossible to deal with, you just gotta-" He waves that free hand around in a vague gesture and a grimace. "Just gotta figure out the middle ground." Plum: "true, everyone's just been pissy today. i mean they usually are but i thought after a couple weeks it'd have gotten better by now," they make a face. "and gotcha. wouldn't say i'm great at using my head, but i'll just have to figure itvout when i get there. it just sounds like another culture is all, can't be too hard. and i'm already getting practice being offensive by accident, i think." at this they glance over at finn's coffin again. then they pause. tentatively they say, "by the way, i wasn't implying you should help me look all this up when we get to coralwash, or anything like that." they wave their hands a bit nervously. "just thought asking you would be a good place to start.." Mars: He straightens up at that, taking stock of plum’s words and reaching a better understanding of how this group is. Though he can’t really reserve judgement too quickly, its only been a night. And speaking of, perhaps he was being a bit too forward. “Right, well if you need an extra set of eyes to skim through books, I’m not… unwilling to help.” He says rather vaguely. He happens to like Plum so far but if they don’t want his help then he wouldn’t push it. Its not like that library’ll eat them right? Right. Plum: "i just don't wanna add to your work, is all," they say, which is mostly the truth. they wonder if it's obvious how wet behind the ears they are with adventuring, even having gotten embroiled in all the weird shit that's happened since they left talornia. probably pretty obvious. "actually, i'm not sure i really get what your work is fully, aside from making sure we don't get lost. but you seem pretty experienced, which is cool. where have you been before? also thanks then, i appreciate it." they give mars a slight grin.

Mars: “Its really no trouble at all… If anything I feel like I’ve troubled you all more than the opposite, hitting some books would be nice.” ….Cool..!?????! He tries to hide his disbelief. “I’ve been to more places than I can easily recount, I usually hunt monsters alone-“ among other things sentiment goes woefully unsaid here “-so playing guide and traveling with a group this large is admittedly new.” He realises that he’s being vague about where he’s been, which might not seem like a good look for being their guide. Maybe they don’t really believe him. “I mean uh- If you want to hear about where I’ve been- I can tell you more on the road- when we have time and we didn’t just…” gestures vaguely in the direction of Finn’s coffin because he’s still a little flabbergasted at that ngl. Plum: "huh? not really, no. definitely not compared to how today's been going," plum frowns. "but you deal with monsters too? i'm feeling a little better about us going to take on the dragon then, i think. also sure, as i said i've really never been to too many places until now, and i like a good story." they look over at where mars gestures, with a somewhat unimpressed look at the coffin. "you seem to be familiar with that kinda," plum waves their hands vaguely at the coffin as well, "situation." Mars: “Not… personally, I just know when to look out for signs of it. Its not everyday you hear a guy sizzle after tripping on himself. Dragons, vampires and fey aren’t a part of my daily schedule. Its more… Manticores, barghests, packs of blink dogs, the odd spectator- stuff like that.” He starts listing off before quickly cutting himself off or risk finding himself rambling. “The basic of dealing with a dragon is… hopefully the same, try to talk your way out of a fight and fight if its unavoidable.” He looks a bit conflicted at the prospect actually and seems to be hoping its a drake rather than an actual dragon. Speaking (vaguely) of Vampires. “… Don’t suppose anyone was planning on saying anything about that….. Though actually its likely none of my business.” He seems to pivot that line of thought. He’ll be fine so long as Finn doesn’t start anything. Vampiric related that is. Who knows what Finn the guy underneath all of that will start tho. Plum: "yeah, there's really no explaining that away," plum mutters. they listen with interest, wondering if they've ever heard of any of those creatures. manticores maybe. "hmm, talking doesn't seem to go down very well for us. i hope dragons are more talkative than c-" plum pauses. weirdly enough psalm's face flashes in their mind-- the most tight-lipped member of their party would probably not appreciate letting their newest addition be privy to all the cult stuff. it suddenly seemed a bit unfair to have mars come along with how unlucky their group had been so far. plum shifts uncomfortably. "never mind," they say. "i just hope a dragon's willing to get along with us, then. but i'm not hopeful. and no, we weren't. sorry… it kind of really is only his business, somehow. honestly i forget until he comes stomping out in that black outfit in the mornings." Mars: “Nah yeah I only really realized when I said it out loud… Actually makes what Cimm asked me this morning makes sense.” He wonders now mostly about what Plum was going to say, but perhaps much like Finn’s vampirism its not his place to pry. Maybe they’ll tell him about it on their own… “Its… fine? Really, mostly just thinking of dietary restrictions and how to plan around it.” He kind of thinks about how long it would have stayed a secret in the first place, he doesn’t know much about their diets but he knows they have to eat right?? Eventually? In a sense???

They continue chatting as the others move the caravan on to their next desination in the city, planning to leave her gates soon enough...

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👨‍👩‍👦‍👦👨‍👨‍👧‍👦 The Party has spent quite a bit of Gold👛 🦇Finn is healing in his Coffin⚰

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the type you bring home to mom ~ eddie kaspbrak;it chapter two

word count: 2361

request?: no

description: in which he finally brings his girlfriend home to his over protective mother, and it goes exactly as he thought it would

pairing: teen!eddie kasprak x female!reader

warnings: swearing, overbearing mother, derogatory name calling (i guess?), basically eddie’s mom just sucking

masterlist (one, two)

note: (y/n/p) = your parents’ names

I played with the hem of my dress as I walked up to the Kaspbrak household. I was regretting my choice in wardrobe, but it was too late to change now. I knew nothing would feel right anyways, I had already changed three times before I came over.

For the first time in our year long relationship, I was meeting Eddie’s mother. We had somehow managed to keep our relationship a secret for so long that I never felt like I had to meet her, and Eddie wasn’t exactly pushing for it either. As much as he loved his mom, he also knew she was manipulative and overbearing, and he often told me how he was afraid of his mom scaring me off because of these facts.

When the news eventually got out and travelled quickly through the small town of Derry, as gossip usually does, it got to Ms. Kaspbrak in no time. She immediately demanded to meet me, and Eddie set up a dinner at his house for the occasion.

Before I could even knock on the door, it swung open to reveal my tall boyfriend smiling down at me. Any tension I had melted away as I looked up at him, into those beautiful eyes that could calm me down whenever they were on me. He took my face in his hands and pulled me to kiss him. It was such a normal action that, at first, I leaned into it happily, until I realized the circumstances of my visit and quickly pushed him away.

“She’s not here,” he said, as if reading my worried thoughts. “She’s gone out to get some stuff for dinner.”

He stepped aside to let me step into the house. It wasn’t unfamiliar territory; Eddie and I had had many rendezvous there during the rare moments when his mom wasn’t home, but it felt wrong to be there on this occasion. I just wanted it to end already, and to go home or go for a long drive with Eddie.

“Come, sit,” he said, leading me to his living room. We sat close to one another on the couch, so close that we were just barley touching. Feeling his arm brush against mine sent sparks through me.

“How worried should I be?” I asked him, trying to remain as light as possible.

He sighed and shuffled in his seat. “I wish I could tell you not at all, but...”

He trailed off so I finished his sentence for him, “But it’s your mom.”

Eddie nodded. “But it’s my mom.”

One of his arms was around my waist. I hadn’t realized that the skirt of my dress had hiked up a little until the hand around my waist started to play with the hem, his fingertips brushing against my ass. His other hand touched my leg, starting lightly on my knee and then slowly travelling up my thigh till it stopped on my inner thigh. I shivered, wanting him to go further.

Most people who knew him would never believe that Eddie Kaspbrak, the hypochondriac, fast talking, former sheltered mama’s boy, would be absolutely mind blowing in bed, and constantly handsy whenever we were alone. I hadn’t even believed it until we got together, but man, Eddie knew how to make me feel absolutely amazing.

He leaned forward to kiss my neck, his fingers tracing circles in my inner thigh. I was shivering with anticipation and whimpers were escaping my lips. I could feel Eddie’s amused smirk against my neck as he placed another kiss there and lifted his head to look at me. He kissed my lips and his hand finally made its way further up my skirt.

Our moment was interrupted by the sound of a car door slamming. I practically jumped to the other side of the couch, touching my neck in hopes that he hadn’t accidentally left hickies there.

“You’re good,” he said, understanding what I had been doing.

The front door opened and I suddenly felt paralyzed. I wasn’t sure if I should stand up or stay sat down, if I should move even further away from Eddie or stay exactly where I was. In the end, I stayed frozen like a deer in headlights as his mom rounded the corner, arms full of grocery bags.

“Oh,” she said when her eyes landed on me. “Is this...her?”

There was a slight leer to the way she said “her”, which made me want to squirm under her intense gaze.

“Mom,” Eddie said, a partial warning tone in his voice, “this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Kaspbrak,” I said. “Do you, um, need any help with - ”

“No,” she cut me off. “I have it. You’re early.”

“I told her this is when to get here,” Eddie defended. “You wouldn’t tell me exactly when to invite her over.”

“Well, this is hardly dinner time,” his mother huffed. “It’ll take me a while to get dinner ready.”

“I can help,” I offered again.

“No,” she said, sharply, which told me that was the end of the matter.

I shrunk down in my spot on the couch.

“Mom,” Eddie snapped again.

She glared at me before turning to her son, trying to soften her expression for him. “I’ll let you know when the food is ready. For now...stay here.”

When she disappeared into the kitchen, Eddie immediately moved to sit next to me and took my hand in his.

“I’m okay,” I assured him. “I’ll get through it. It’s just dinner then we’re done, right?”

He nodded, but I could see the worry on his face still.

A while later, Ms. Kaspbrak called to tell us dinner was ready. She had made sure to place everything so that Eddie and I were sat at the heads of the table, far apart from one another, while she was sat between us. Eddie and I shared a look before sitting in our designated spots.

Dinner started with awkward silence besides our cutlery against the plates. I tried to keep my attention on my plate, but every so often I’d glance up at the Kaspbraks to see Eddie nervously glancing between me and his mother, and his mom just glaring daggers at me. The nervousness I was feeling took away my appetite, but I felt like I had to eat everything to make a good impression, if that was even possible.

“So,” Ms. Kaspbrak said, drawing our attention to her, “(Y/N). Your parents are (Y/P/N), right?”

She already knew the answer to this question. I had grown up in Derry, where everyone knew everyone. There was a reason she was asking, and I had a feeling I already knew what that reason was.

“They are, yeah,” I responded.

“And they’re divorced, aren’t they?”

“Mom!” Eddie groaned.

“It’s just a question, Eddie,” his mom said.

“It’s okay,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t mind talking about it. That’s kind of old news anyways. They divorced when I was 10, dad moved to the next town over and mom got full custody of me.”

“That doesn’t seem like a very stable upbringing,” Ms. Kaspbrak commented. “I’m sure it’s taken such a toll on you, you must’ve decided to rebel somehow.”

Eddie put his face in his hands, officially admitting defeat on trying to stop his mother.

“Actually it wasn’t anything like that,” I said. “Mom and dad stayed pretty civil. There wasn’t any big fight or anything, just an agreement that they’re better off not being married. When dad moved he made sure to stay in constant contact, and comes to visit all the time or I’d go to visit him. Mom always made sure I had a roof over my head and food on the table. They both love me unconditionally, even if they’re not together.”

Ms. Kaspbrak sat back in her seat, a sour look on her face. “Well...regardless, it’s just not right to be raised by a single mother.”

Feeling a bit brave, I raised an eyebrow at her. “Eddie was raised by a single mother.”

“That’s different. My husband died, he didn’t decide to abandon me and Eddie.”

“My dad didn’t abandon us, he’s still very much a part of our lives.”

She ignored me and continued to eat. I looked across the table at Eddie to see him avoiding all eye contact with either of us as he pushed his food around on his plate. As if feeling my gaze, he looked up at me. I gave him a small smile to try and indicate that I wasn’t upset with him. I wanted him to know everything was going to be okay, even if I didn’t fully believe it myself.

“How many boys have you had sex with, (Y/N)?”

The question caught me off guard and I nearly choked on the food I had just put in my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, mom!” Eddie snapped.

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vein, Edward,” his mother chastised him.

“You can’t just ask something like that, mom, that’s none of your business.”

“Of course it’s my business. I need to make sure my son isn’t dating a slut. I remember you were friends with Beverly March before she moved away, and trust me, I heard all sorts of stories about her. Anyone who would hang around with her must be somewhat similar.”

The mention of the untrue bullshit that used to be spread about Bev made the anger within me bubble over. I was seeing red as I looked up at Ms. Kaspbrak, and I was ready to pounce.

“Actually, your son took my virginity, and I took his,” I told her. “And we have sex quite a lot, sometimes upstairs in his bedroom when you’re not home. Although, for someone who says he was a virgin I don’t know how much I believe it. Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do.”

If he was upset with me for saying all of this, Eddie’s face didn’t show it. He was sipping on his water, trying to hide the smug smile that broke out across his face.

Ms. Kaspbrak’s face turned blood red before she rose from the table. “Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Gladly,” I said, abandoning my dinner to quickly leave the shitty situation.

“And don’t you dare come anywhere near my son again, or else I will have the cops on you!” she threatened.

I stopped and turned back to face her. “For what? For dating your son? For showing him that there’s someone who actually cares about him without manipulating him? For finally cutting the cord that you’ve had wrapped around his neck since he was born? Ms. Kaspbrak, I understand that you’re afraid to lose your son the way you lost your husband, but being a manipulative bitch who forced him to think he had illnesses he didn’t have for years and insulting his girlfriend in front of him is not the way to keep him around. Eddie is 18 years old, he’s an adult. He can do whatever he wants, which includes dating whoever he wants and leaving this hell hole that you have the audacity to call a home. The day that you finally accept that just might be the day that Eddie finally considers you to be an actual mother.”

And with that, I decided not to overstay my welcome and left.

I was only a few feet away from Eddie’s house when I heard him calling after me. I slowed my pace just enough that he could catch up with me, but didn’t completely stop. I wanted to put as much distance between myself and the Kaspbrak house as I could.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed as he fell in step next to me.

“For what?” Eddie asked. “I should be the one apologizing to you.”

“You warned me on how she would be, and I still let her get to me,” I said. “I probably made having to live there a whole lot harder.”

“It was hard to begin with, (Y/N). Nothing could make it harder than what it was,” he told me. “What you said, it was all true. Mom needed to hear that. Doesn’t mean she liked hearing it, or that she’ll actually accept it, but she needed to hear it none the less.”

“I guess I could’ve said it nicer,” I said. “Or at least not included details of our sex life.”

Eddie awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah, could’ve done without mom knowing I’m a sex god.”

I gave him a look and playfully nudged him. “I never said you were a sex god.”

“Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do I believe were your exact words.”

“I only said that to make her more upset.”

“So you’re saying I’m bad at sex?”

I pushed him again. “Eddie!”

He laughed and put an arm around my waist. “I appreciate the compliment either way. And I hope you know how much I love you.”

I smiled up at him and leaned into his touch. “I love you, too.”

We walked in silence for a while and, before I knew it, we were at my house. We stopped and turned to face each other.

“Want to stay over tonight?” I asked. “I figure going home isn’t exactly the best option right now.”

“It’s not,” he agreed. “Will your mom be okay with it?”

“Of course she will, she loves you. She’ll probably even cover for you if your mom calls.”

“I take it back, I don’t love you. I love your mom.”

“And I take back my offer. Go sleep on the streets.”

I took off for my front door with Eddie hot on my trail. I tried to open it and lock him out before he caught up to me, but of course his long legs gave him an advantage. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away from the door, both of our laughs ringing out through the otherwise quiet neighborhood.

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angelamajiki · 3 years

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PARINGS: Pro Hero! Dabi x Sister! Reader

TW: yandere, incest, no con, voyeurism, choking, burning, unprotected/no prep sex, breeding/creampies, snowballing, public sex, degradation, lots of dirty talk

AN: WHEEWW my first fic in a while, so excited for my first join intro collab!! thank you to the lovely jo for writing it <33 enjoy

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Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.

Christ, what a load of bullshit the news was nowadays. Constantly whining and squealing about what heroes did and didn’t do, promoting fear-mongering like it was the hottest trend. Between your father and two older brothers dedicating their life to the cause of justice, the world always felt just a little safer to you, the naive little thing that you were. And tonight was no exception.

Despite the rapidly increasing crime rates, your judgment to grab a couple of drinks in the city with your friends was hardly swayed. The stress of it all was getting to you and you’d love nothing more to drink your heart out at one of the few spots still left open. It was a sleazy place, but it was fun. If anything, you found a bar in the area where your eldest brother was currently stationed patrolling.

Touya had always been protective of you ever since the two of you were children, and he carried that same possessiveness well into your adulthood. Always chasing off any potential suitors, keeping you out of trouble, and generally being a menace to anyone who thought they were good enough to be around his favorite little sister.

By the end of the night, stumbling around drunkenly was the only thing keeping you upright as you made your way out of the club and onto the street, looking for a taxi to get you home. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, a mess of blue and red lighting up the darkened streets.

“Hey sweetheart. Need a hand?”

Grubby hands met your arms the same time the cool air of the night did, tugging and pulling at you to come closer, wherever that may be. Jaunts and laughter echoed off the buildings, only adding to the haziness the alcohol induced. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all on your lonesome?”

Weak attempts to push the group of assaulters off you were in vain as they groped and squeezed your body at their pleasure. “Come on, we’re just trying to keep ya company. Right, boys?”

“Stop..”

Your whine came across much more pathetic than you could have ever hoped, only earning more chuckles from the men. “Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you.”

Blue flames danced around the group of you, closing the lot of you against the building wall in a small circle of fire.

“Will you now? Last I checked, I'm the only man suited for that.” Touya was less than amused to have found out from Fuyumi that you traveled into the city given its state, even more so when he saw how drunk and disorderly you were being.

“T-Touya-nii!”

The men untangled themselves from you with ease, tossing you into the arms of your expectant brother, who was more than glad to pull you into a tight embrace. “Shit! It's the number three, Heatstroke!”

The comforting warmth of his body and scent of his cologne settled your frantic nerves, tucking yourself closer into his arms. “Honestly, it’s like you're asking for it at this point.”

Your heart sank low in your chest, but you couldn't find the strength to move away from him as he scowled down at you.

“Look at what you're wearing, you little tease. Bet you would have loved to have them violate you, huh slut?”

Never has Touya been so venomous with you before; it made your heart hurt, even more, to see your beloved nii-san be so cruel.

“Don’t you worry, that’s why your big brother is here to show you who you really belong to.”

Shoved against the wall, he pinned your trembling form with his right knee in between your legs and his hands wandering over your skimpy dress.

“You boys can stick around to watch; let a real man show you how it's done.”

Flames singed at your dress, burning it to ashes to expose you in the cool wind of the night. Hot fingers pressed into your skin, littering marks in their wake before they wrapped around your throat. “You were just begging for nii-san to come to save your slutty ass, huh, princess? I know you checked my patrol schedule before ending up at this dive.”

His hand tightened around your neck, his lips at your ear. “Wanted nii-san to come put you in your place, yeah? After fuckin’ teasing me all these years, you finally cracked me. Are you proud of yourself, little girl?”

A whine slipped from your constricted throat, your smaller hand gripping at the large one squeezing you with everything it had. “And now you've got an audience to witness my ownership over you. You're mine, little girl.”

Finally releasing your throat, his hands traveled down to your chest and groped at your roughly, pinching and pulling at your soft, sensitive nipples. Bile was rising in your throat as you drowned in your own fear, feeling him drag you into the depths of depravity.

“What’s the matter, imouto? I thought you said I was your favorite. You're hurting my feelings, y’know.”

“Touya, please-”

A scoff slapped you hard in the face as his knee jerked up against your cunt. “Don’t start with me. I know who you really are and what you really want, even better than yourself.”

His words stabbed at your heart, and his wandering hands only seemed to pour salt over the wounds. “You’re nothing more than my whore, little sister.”

Hips ground against your backside in a slow, teasing manner, groans pushing past his lips as he did so. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

His erection was pressed flush against you, straining in his pants before he unzipped himself. At this point, you were more than sobered up running on fear and adrenaline alone. Your panties were ripped clean off with his free hand while the other stroked his hardening cock. “Look at me.”

The tip was aligned with your hole, rubbing slightly to gather the minimal wetness between your lips. “I said look at me.”

Teary eyes peaked up at him through wet lashes, silently pleading with a man who was not known for mercy.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so obedient for your big brother.”

With one snap of his hips, Touya fully sheathed himself inside of your tight cunt, groaning at the way you squealed for him. “Aw, you like that, huh, princess. Feeling good?”

A warbled moan was the only response you could give him as he slowly began to pull out. The alcohol had you buzzing enough to block out the pain of the stretch, and damn did you feel filled to the brim.

“Can’t wait to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.”

His pace was slow, agonizingly so. Touya couldn't help but savor every second of the first time having been inside you, especially after dreaming about it for so long. God, if it didn't turn him on to have an audience, knowing that these men knew he was fucking his sister.

What would the media think? God, the news cycle would be ripped to shreds tomorrow over this breaking story. But hey, no PR is bad PR.

The thought of finally having staked his claim in you almost had him coming prematurely, but he had to hold out for your very first time together, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Heh, your crying face was so cute. Those tears weren't shy by any means and neither were your sobs. It's alright, you’ll learn to love being Touya’s cocksleeve.

“Say you love me.”

An impossible request when you're being violated by the person you held dearest to your heart.

His pace had picked up brutally, slamming into you without care for his flames spreading wildly nor the group of assaulters who seemed to vanish once they had the opening to.

“I-I love you, nii-san! I love you!”

Your cries were shrill and whiny, echoing into the chaotic night. The grip on your hips was heating up, so much so that his handprints were burned into your love handles.

“Good girl, good little slut.”

His breathing was erratic, hot against your neck as he growled and grunted into your ear. “Gonna let nii-san breed this pretty little pussy? Yes, you are. I know you are because you're fuckin’ mine, bitch.”

Moaning out your name, Touya came deep inside your womb, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. You were soon to follow thanks to his thumb against your clit, causing you to writhe and whine in his arms.

Utterly spent, you rested against the brick wall you were pinned to, feeling the cum drip out of your still filled hole.

“Let’s get you home and into my bed, princess. I gotta go have a chat with Dad and Shouto, let ‘em know you’re fully off limits now.”

— tagging: @libiraki @bonesoftheimpala @tomurasprincess @sightoru

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ladyvesuvia · 3 years

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@justadreamyhufflepuff: GSJSVSKSBSJD BABY CONGRATS- CAN I PLEASE GET A 🎠 -> Harry potter + soft love + fluff + prompts 9, 10, 32, 42 from prompt list 1. || for my 300 followers celebration

Prompts:

9. “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

10. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

32. “Make a wish!”

42. “Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Moving into your new house with Harry.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: fluff but with slight and subtle mentions of sexual activities + let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: omg yay harry fluff :DDD ok sorry go ahead btw this hasn’t been proofread yet mbad

After years of setting things up, they could finally move into their house. Of course, there were some parts of it that still needed fixing but they’ll eventually work it out. Right now, they wanted to bask in the comfort and triumph of their own house.

“Got your key?” said [Y/N], holding out her own key. She had already attached a duck keychain to it.

“Got it,” replied Harry, showing her his own. They both sniggered at his ridiculous bathtub keychain, which looked undeniably out of place but she was glad for it nonetheless. See, she had bought it years ago when they first talked about getting a house. “Will you do the honors?”

“You know, we could easily Alohomora the heck out of this bas —”

“Do the honors,” he teasingly urged, poking her on the waist where her tickle spot was and she recoiled. “Do it, [Y/L/N].”

“Ha! I’m Potter now, too. Ergo you’re not so special anymore,” she said as she marched up the raised porch. It was a lovely sight indeed — she could already imagine inviting the others to come over: roasting marshmallows either here or at the backyard and such. She giddily walked towards the door. This is it, she thought. “Wait, this is unfair. You carry me as you open it so I’ll be like a pretty wife.”

“That you are,” said Harry as he scooped her up into his arms. She let out a whoop of approval, patting his cheek as he put the key in and swung the door open.

All their boxes were on the floor already, with a lot more scattered all over the house. “Ooh, this is a lot of work. Wanna sleep it off?” she yawned, kicking some boxes aside on her way to the stairs. “What, you gonna protest, Mr. Potter?”

“Not at all, Mrs. Potter,” said Harry, and they both stopped and looked at each other, eyes narrowed while scrutinizing the name. “Mrs. Potter.”

“Does it sound a bit weird to you? I mean, no offense. I mean, I’ve waited for this half of my life but — you know?

“Yeah, like, [Y/N] Potter,” he said again, making arm gestures as if parting a curtain. She started to laugh. “I see what you mean.”

“You look like a . . . getching shooba driver but on land,” she said with a yawn.

“A what?” This time, Harry was the one stifling his laughter.

“Glitching scuba diver on land,” spat [Y/N], taking off her jacket. When she saw he’d been eyeing her with a dazed expression on his face, she made a show of getting off her right jacket sleeve with a suggestive smile on her face. “Wait, uh, can’t get it off. Sweat, I think. Help?”

“Will do, will do,” said Harry, approaching her and reaching out to pull it off her with a tight smile in an awful attempt to keep his laughter.

“Whatever. Can we sleep now, please? Where’s our bed again?”

“There,” he pointed somewhere in the kitchen room.

“I thought our room was upstairs?”

“Our room is upstairs, the bed is here.”

“Why would that be the ca—oh, no. D’we really have to assemble it?” she whined. They had to travel by Muggle transportation due to issues with the Floo network and they wanted to minimize suspicion, and the it was finally taking its toll on their entire energy: [Y/N]’s back was cramping from the long ride, Harry’s head was already hurting like hell. To make matters worse, neighbors were peeking through their windows so they had to go inside immediately.

“No, we can just bring the mattress up and assemble it all tomorrow, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said with a moan, tossing the jacket on the kitchen counter. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Oh, are we — ?” He shrugged hesitantly.

“No! I mean, do you want to? Now?”

“Do you?” The two chuckled nervously. They were standing there for probably around half a minute or one when the doorbell dinged and the two of them jumped. [Y/N] volunteered to get it.

A woman younger than her for about a year stood in front of her doorstep when she swung the door open, carrying a tiny baby probably about a few months old in her arms. [Y/N] managed a friendly smile as she wiped away a drop of sweat from her forehead.

“Hi, welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Karolina Martin. I live right across and I brought you something!”

“The . . . baby?” [Y/N]’s shoulders tensed as she thought about this over an over until she realized that was highly unlikely.

“No! You’re hilarious, though. I like you. I actually came here to give you” — the woman put down a bag she hung over her shoulder down on the floor — “this.”

Inside was a basket with a bottle of what [Y/N] could only assume was fine wine or champagne or whatever it was couples with a number of chocolates and cookies inside. She realized with a start there was also a pot inside.

[Y/N] laughed, holding up the pot. “Funny, because we’re Potters?” she asked, setting it back down again.

“You are?” Karolina said, impressed. “So which do you suggest I should start with first? Stoneware or earthenware? Ooh, what about fire clay?”

It took a few seconds before [Y/N] realized the direction of the conversation. “Oh! Well, heh, not that kind of potter.”

Karolina flinched, eyeing [Y/N] with suspicion. “You smoke — ?”

“No! Not that kind of potter. We don’t smoke po—Sorry, that’s on me, I should have clarified. I’m [Y/N],” she said. Karolina still looked confused. Composing herself, she managed a tight smile. “[Y/N] Potter.”

“Oh! Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry!” Karolina chuckled. “I was a bit confused, I’m really sorry. I haven’t met someone around here about my age.”

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for the welcoming gift, by the way. I just moved in with my . . . husband.” It still sounded surreal to call Harry that way, but she liked it all the same. Her eyes fell on the chubby little kid.

“Right! This is baby Sydney, she’s turning six months old next week. Would be really nice if you and your husband could come — and kid or kids, if you have some?” Maybe it was the coos the baby made or her adorable eyes and hints of two teeth growing, but [Y/N] felt intimidated by the little kid. She was bigger than she thought babies would be. Is this what she’d push through her bottom? She shuddered. “Do you . . . want to hold her?” asked Karolina, oblivious to the thoughts going on in [Y/N]’s heads.

“Listen, I’m really grateful you stopped by but we’re kinda tired. I’m so, so, sorry! Thank you a lot for these stuff. We’ll definitely come by next week — me and Harry, just Harry and me.” [Y/N] chuckled nervously again, smiling at the baby.

“I totally understand. Me and Joey were also very tired when we first moved in, hence Sydney.” Karolina laughed. [Y/N] simply chimed in the laughter as well, not wanting to jeopardize a newfound friendship over a joke. “Have a lovely evening, [Y/N]. I’ll see you around!”

When she shut the door with the bag over her shoulder, she jumped in fright at the sight of Harry just behind the door with an amused grin on his face. “What?” said [Y/N] as she rubbed her eyes.

“Husband?” he mused. When she shot him a glare saying not to push it further, he resorted to giggling. “Sorry, my wife.”

“Shut up, Harry,” she said. “Now, where’s that damned mattress?”

“Worry not, I got it upstairs already, all we gotta do now is take a quick shower and go to bed.”

After they finished dressing into more comfortable clothes, they made it a point to plop down as hard as they could on the mattress. To her relief, Harry had settled a plain white bedsheet on top of it earlier while she was talking to Karolina. She was the first to jump in, stretching her legs all over. “Finally!” she exclaimed.

“Your turn,” she said, pointing at a spot right next to her. Harry took off his glasses and was about to jump in next when she asked where the pillows were.

“Er — Accio pillow!” She could hear the sound of boxes moving downstairs bumping each other when a pillow came hurtling in and landed on Harry’s chest, forcing him to plop down on the mattress.

A shrill squeak sounded, and the two of them froze. [Y/N] narrowed her eyes, pointing her finger at him in accusation. “Did you fart?”

“No, we just still haven’t removed the plastic from the mattress.”

“You want to remove it?” she suggested, ready to get up and get her own wand when Harry gently nudged her back down.

“Okay, where’s my wand?“

[Y/N] looked left and right until she found it tying on an old bedside table he managed to set down earlier that day and said, “There! Bedside table.”

“Eh.”

“Agreed, let’s just say you did fart.”

“Agreed,” said Harry, who unconsciously wrapped his legs and arms around the pillow on top of him and closed his eyes to sleep. [Y/N] was quick to act. Not to take his pillow, but to turn him into one — metaphorically, of course. She laughed at the thought of using Transfiguration to turn Harry into a literal pillow.

Just as he wrapped his limbs around the only pillow, [Y/N] did the same to him. He woke up with a jolt, but did not take her off him. “I’m the little spoon?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, and I happen to like little spoons a lot,” she said casually. Harry turned his head in her direction, with a wide grin on his pretty face. “Okay, that sounded wrong. It’s just that you hogged the only pillow so now I’m using you as one.”

“Well, do you want it?” he offered obliviously.

“Nope, I like this set-up. Go back to sleep.”

And he did — they both did. At some point during the night, they turned each other into a pillow. Harry, however, awoke to the sound of her snoring. It wasn’t like his Uncle Vernon’s, though. Looking at her face seemed to dull it all out. It wasn’t exactly an endearing sound, but the sight of her was more than so — tousled hair, mouth slightly open. . . . With one last smile on his face as he watched her sleep, he felt himself drifting off into a deep slumber.

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A loud clanging from downstairs awoke Harry. Had he overslept? He found that his back ached whenever he did so much as move, but knew better than to bide his time if there was danger nearby. He reached out to the bedside table to grab his wand, but realized he had to put his glasses on first.

Harry ran downstairs, clutching his wand tightly with his outstretched hand as he listened for anything there was to hear. He paused. A stranger walked out of the kitchen, and he pointed his wand at them.

The stranger held their hands up with a bewildered look on their face until [Y/N] came out of the kitchen all sweaty with a frilly apron. “Harry!” she cried in bewilderment at the sight of him pointing his wand at their new neighbor. “Alright, uh, Karolina, this is my husband, Harry; Harry — stop pointing your . . . stick at her — this is our neighbor who lives across from us, Karolina.”

“Er — hello, Karolina. Sorry about the wa—” [Y/N] shot him a dirty look. “—ander. Wander. Sorry about the bad . . . wandering. You know what? I just woke up on the wrong side of bed and I got paranoid with the . . . new house and all.”

“He tends to get jumpy,” said [Y/N] in hopes of wrapping this up immediately. “Anyway, five minutes left till it’s done. Thank you so, so much for the help, Karol! One last thing, for the whipped cream, do I. . .”

He then noticed that some of the furniture were already arranged such as the sofa and the dining table. Some cabinets were decorated with non-magical framed pictures of them. Harry begged to disagree, though. Each picture there was more than just ma— Is that a baby? Sleeping in a car seat on their couch?

Harry blinked. It stirred, eyes fluttering open. Harry was now holding his breath in anticipation. It was watching him curiously. When he did not move, the little thing started to giggle. Smiling sheepishly back, he made a show of raking his hand through his hair and walking into the kitchen.

It was still messy, but the fridge was on now, and some condiments were put where they belonged.

Karolina was washing a bowl on the sink when the baby outside started crying. She washed her hands quick and ran out, excusing herself while smiling apologetically at the two of them.

[Y/N] opened the oven, pulling out something that smelled of a scent that made Harry’s mouth water.

“Is that Treacle Tart?” he blurted out.

[Y/N] almost dropped the pan of delight she held in her mittened hands. She cleared her throat in an attempt to maintain her composure as she set it down on the counter and pulled off her mittens. Still panting, she looked at him and said, “Harry, darling, I love you and all but please step out of the kitchen.”

“Sorry,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss against her head.

“Don’t do that, my hair stinks. I haven’t showered yet,” said [Y/N].

“What do you mean? It smells just fine.”

“Yeah? Well, it’s greasy. Is it greasy?”

“Yeah, you kinda look like Snape from where I’m standing. Ow! Sorry, bad joke. Okay, keep doing what you’re doing while I. . .” he trailed off as he grabbed her wrist gingerly and pulled off the scrunchie off it and started braiding her hair whilst she shook the whipped cream. “Could you just stop moving and let me braid your hair?”

“Oh, shut up! This tart’s for you, anyway.”

“So it is a Treacle Tart?”

“Uh, Doy,” she said mockingly. “It’s for your birthday, genius.”

“But it isn’t till next month,” said Harry.

“Eh, well, thought we could spend some time together in our new house without a crowd for a while. Why’re you even braiding my hair?”

“That baby got me thinking about it,” said Harry, as the child’s sobs started to cease. “You know, like . . . do you think we’re ready?”

“Well, what will be, will be.” She squeezed whipped cream on each side, scanning the final product with narrowed eyes. Harry tied the poorly-done braid with the scrunchie, letting her hair fall down to her back. [Y/N] turned to him. “Honestly, I’m kind of scared about the whole thing, you know? Like, aside from the . . . bloody pushing, it’ll be a huge responsibility. And I want to know if you’re up for it.”

“Okay,” he found himself saying so casually.

“Okay?” [Y/N] repeated to him, with an expression the combination of excitement and disbelief. “Okay as in, ‘okay let’s start trying?’”

“Okay, yes! Let’s start trying now!”

“Okay, but not right now, though,” said [Y/N] under her breath.

“Why not?” he said. Merlin, I have to stop.

“For one, Karolina’s right there at the doorway with Sydney.”

Harry shifted his gaze from [Y/N] to Karolina, who was now trying hard to stifle her laugh with a sleeping Sydney in her arms. “Okay, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just hear that,” she said with a suggestive smile. “I’ll get going now, [Y/N], Harry.”

“Oh, you won’t try the Treacle Tart out?” called out [Y/N].

“Nah, we’ve eaten a lot of that already. We’re having cheesecake for tonight. Anyway, see you two.” With a friendly wave, she went off her way, leaving the two of them alone in their house.

Harry expected her to berate him, but she was already facing him with a slice of a tart resting neatly on a plate with a lousy candle set in the middle of it. “Make a wish,” she told him.

“Uh. . . I’m bad at wishes, you know that.”

“Then wish to be better at making wishes then make a better wish next month,” she said.

“Okay, I wish to be better at making wishes,” said Harry before blowing the candle out. [Y/N] pulled off the candle and lead him to the living room, where she put down the pan and separated the entire thing to put it on an adorable floral plate she loved.

“Happy super advanced birthday, Just Harry,” said [Y/N], kissing his head this time. “Have some Treacle Tart. I tried, okay?” Laughing, she put a fork on his plate and went to slice one for herself.

“Thank you, soft love,” said Harry as he helped himself to his slice. “Merlin, this is per—”

[Y/N] bursted into laughter, a couple crumbs spitting on the table. She had to get a tissue and wipe the table as she bellowed. “What’d you say?”

“Soft . . . love. Does that mean something bad?”

“No, no, no. It’s just funny to hear it from you. Say it again,” she said, resting her elbow on the top rail of a chair, eager to hear him.

“Soft love?” said Harry hesitantly.

“Oh my— Who told you to say that? Where’d you learn that?” choked [Y/N], wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “Okay, sorry.”

“Er — you see, before we left to go here, Ron told me to experiment with . . . pet names.”

“So you delivered?”

“Do you not like it?” said Harry, his fork frozen in mid-air.

“Oh, I do. I so do,” she replied, chuckling. “I’ve had enough of tough love, I could use some soft love. But d’you know what it means?”

When Harry shook his head, she took one step forward to run her hand through his hair, grinning. “Means you accept all flaws instead of trying to build up a wall just to better and correct those flaws.”

“Then what’s so funny?” he asked with genuine curiosity rather than annoyance.

“Oh, Harry. Nothing! I just find you trying new stuff very, very amusing. Moving in here was a good choice, you know. Now I get to find out new things about you,” said [Y/N].

Harry smiled back, his cheeks a tad warmer than usual. “So which do you prefer? Tough love or soft love?”

“Eh, a relationship can’t work with just one of the two. Both works. Now eat your slice before we get working on this house,” said [Y/N] as she snapped her fingers, picking up her own plate and savoring her own work. “Chop chop.”

“You mean home?”

“Yep, I mean home,” answered [Y/N] without any hesitation. Oh, and, just one small update: they didn’t remove the plastic wrap of the mattress until next week.

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theweasleysredhair · 4 years

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Baby Love [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 1693

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Looking after Teddy Lupin makes Fred decide he wants a baby of his own with you.

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“Never seen him so content,” you hummed to Hermione, a smile playing at your lips as you nodded over to Fred, who was sitting on a nearby couch in the living room of the Burrow, where everyone had gathered for Christmas - the second one since the Battle of Hogwarts - holding a tiny toddler, who was giggling at Fred’s attempts to make him laugh, hair turning a bright blue as he threw his arms into the air.

Hermione laughed, “He’s always loved Teddy.” “He reminds him of Lupin I reckon,” you replied, not having to mention the reason why, considering the small boy looked just like him. Fred, you knew, felt indebted to Lupin, since he was the one to bring George back to the Burrow when he lost his ear - kept him safe after the incident, travelling back quickly to save him. You knew that was one of the reasons Fred offered to look after Teddy so often - that and the fact that the baby adored him.

“Are you not thinking about children yet?” Hermione asked you, breaking you from your thoughts, “I’d have thought with the way he can never keep his hands off you that you’d be pregnant by now.”

You let out a laugh, knowing she wasn’t exactly wrong - Fred always had at least an arm around you or a hand on your waist, always pulling you into his lap and kissing you when he got the chance. And he’d only gotten worse since you were married a few months ago, thoroughly enjoying the new house you’d moved into after the wedding and all the privacy it gave you both - George had learnt to knock on the door when he arrived rather than apparating in immediately, after finding you both in a rather compromising position on the kitchen counter one time.

“Well, I mean obviously we’d love to have a baby... it’s just, well we both got hurt pretty badly in the battle and each had to deal with nearly dying,” you spoke, earning a sympathetic look as thoughts of the battle crossed both your minds.

Fred had nearly been hit by a wall falling in an explosion - he had been knocked unconscious and the moment you saw him laying on the floor of the Great Hall, you’d assumed the worst, until Molly had assured you with a watery nod that he was okay. Then when the battle recommenced, you’d had your leg crushed by falling debris, not being able to dodge spells fast enough, meaning you were nearly hit with the killing curse, had George not have pulled you out of the way in time.

The battle overall took its toll on you both, causing flashbacks and nightmares for the first year or so, only just beginning to ease when you and Fred decided to get married a couple of months back, wanting to make things official after years of dating.

“We just haven’t had the time to plan for a baby. Plus, we’re still really young,” you continued, shrugging your shoulders a little before turning your gaze to Fred, who was preoccupied by baby Teddy, pulling faces at him and playing peek-a-boo, not being able to help the smile that graced your lips, “But maybe having a baby would be a good thing.”

“He’d be a great dad,” Hermione grinned, seeing the way your eyes lit up as you watched your husband cradling the toddler in his arms, even as Teddy decided to grab a hold of Fred’s ginger locks, pulling at them happily.

“The best,” you nodded with a content smile. You excused yourself from Hermione as you saw Teddy reaching out in your direction, stuttering out what you assumed was his attempt at saying your name, clambering over Fred’s lap to get to you.

“I’m here baba, I’m right here,” you cooed, scooping the now-sandy haired toddler up into your arms and giving him a hug, his little chubby arms wrapping around you as best they could. You marvelled at how much he resembled Remus, the same tiny smile on his face.

“Be careful, he likes hair now apparently,” Fred grumbled, rubbing a patch on his head that you assumed Teddy had yanked. You laughed as you sat beside him, nudging his side a little with a wink, “I thought you liked having your hair pulled.”

“I do, but only when it’s you that does it, not when a baby does it with the intention of making me bald,” Fred replied, but despite himself he was smiling at Teddy, who had curled up in your lap and was babbling nonsense to you both.

You glanced up, noticing a presence watching you, finding Molly stood in the doorway to the kitchen, holding a spatula and practically cooing at the sight of her son and his wife looking after a baby.

“Oh you remind me of me and Arthur when we had our Bill,” she gushed, waving the spatula in your direction. You smiled at her warmly and shifted the toddler a little, Fred holding his tiny hand in his much larger one.

“I’m assuming Bill was a lot calmer than the rest of them, eh Molly,” you laughed, watching as she nodded immediately, nearly sighing as she thought back to her other children.

“Indeed. Charlie was a nightmare, always finding creatures from the garden and claiming them as his pets - once found a Doxy in his room that he’d been keeping from me, if you can believe it! An absolute pest, had to get rid of it as soon as I could. Percy was a good child, very smart. Almost as good as Bill. And then came you two,” she pointed the spatula at Fred who mocked innocence and pointed to himself in shock, “Who were nightmares. Then there was Ron and Ginny, but they were almost easy compared to the twins.”

Fred grinned smugly, “We enjoy keeping you on your toes, mother dearest, what can we say.”

Molly hummed disapprovingly at him, “I can’t wait until you both have a baby - for your sake, Y/n, dear, I hope they’re like Bill. For your sake, Fred, I hope they’re like you were, an absolute terror.”

Fred’s jaw dropped comically, absent-mindedly taking Teddy from you as he crawled on his lap, jogging him up and down on his knee, “Terror? Me? As if. I’m the light of your life. Besides, it’s awfully forward of you to think we’re having a child, Mum.”

“Oh look at you both with him,” Molly gestured pointedly at the toddler, who was happily playing with Fred’s jumper, “You’re parents already, you just need a baby of your own.”

With that, she turned to head back into the kitchen, as Fred turned to you, wiggling his eyebrows, “What d’ya reckon, eh love? Want a baby with me?”

“Already picked the names,” you joked, taking Teddy back from him and lifting him up in the air, making him squeal in delight, waving his little fists around.

Fred grinned, then found himself watching the way you were holding Teddy, the way you were cradling him so gently, making him smile and laugh. He bit his lip, imagining what it would be like with his own baby - one with his ginger hair, his nose, and your eyes and lips. One that was half him and half you.

All through the rest of the gathering, all through playing games with his family, talking about how Bill and Fleur were expecting their baby in April, and how Hermione was doing working in the Ministry, all he was thinking about was starting a family with you, watching as you cared for Teddy, to give Harry and Ginny and few hours alone before they took him back for the evening.

And as he sat, arm slung around your shoulder, Teddy now asleep across both of your laps, he decided he wanted his own baby with you.

Later that night, after you’d returned Teddy to his godfather, you and Fred retreated back to the room you were staying in in the Burrow. You lay on the bed, watching your husband move around the room, seemingly deep in his own mind as you watched him bump into the corner of the cabinet twice, and nearly trip over the rug, before you spoke, “What’s on your mind, Freddie?”

He paused in place, having removed his trousers and instead stood in a shirt and his boxers, “Just thinking about Teddy... and you... and how good you are with him.”

“You’re pretty good with him too, you know, he loves you. Kept asking for his ‘Unca Fwed’ when I gave him back to Harry,” you laughed a little, shaking your head.

Fred grinned, “He’s pretty cute, huh? Been wondering what it’d be like to have him around all the time. Except not him, but a different baby. Our baby, to be precise.”

“You want a baby?”

Fred nodded, almost shyly as he pulled his shirt off and threw it over to you, you swapping the shirt you were wearing for his, happily breathing in the smell of him clinging to the fabric.

You smiled at him, holding your arms out to him as he crawled up the bed until his body hovered above yours, leaning on his forearms on either side of your head.

Wrapping arms around neck, you leaned up to brush your lips against his, “I’d love to have a baby with you, Freddie.”

He nudged his nose against yours, humming contently, “Yeah?” “Yeah,” you confirmed with a soft smile, kissing him gently, “Imagine, we could have one by next Christmas, or one on the way.”

“Maybe babies. Multiples run in the family, you know,” he murmured, moving to place kisses along your jawline and you felt him grin against your skin.

“I’m not having twins,” you deadpanned, shaking your head at him fondly as you scoffed out a laugh. Fred pulled back a little, still grinning back at you cheekily as he gently rocked his hips against yours, making your head fall back against the pillow,

“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that, love.”

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liptonsbabe · 3 years

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The bachelor party [W.P]

Will Poulter x reader

Summary: Will’s party gets wild while the reader is out of the city for her own bachelor party. He wakes up with a stranger in his bed and he doesn’t know who she is

Word count: 914

Warnings: none.

English not my mother language so please let me know if something’s wrong

Will wakes up with a big pain in his head that makes him feel dizzy. He doesn't know how he got to his room, and he doesn't know how he ended up smelling of liquor and perfume. He tries to sit up, but the headache is strong enough to keep him knocked out for a couple of minutes more. He looks around and notices from the mess in his room that something really bad has happened. He tries to remember, but the hangover doesn’t let him think clearly.

He can remember something after a few minutes; his mind travels back to the night before, when you said goodbye to him at the door, while his mother was pounding the car horn.

"Mom seems too excited about spending a few days away" He had told you. You smiled as you put your hands around his neck.

"I think we all are, you know, the stress of the wedding was taking its toll on us. Especially with your mother."

"I just hope she can relax before she has a nervous breakdown."

You smiled, listening as your future mother-in-law honked the horn once again. In the car were already Will's mother, Kaya, Rosa, Natalie, Kat and your mother. The guys had agreed to have a bachelor party for Will at home, so your friends decided not to stay behind and enjoy your last days as a "bachelorette" visiting a five star hotel with a magnificent spa session included that was in another city. You smiled before leaving a kiss on his lips.

"I think I'd better go before your mother drags me away" You gave him a warning look "I hope you behave yourself at the bachelor party".

"Come on, with the guys we'll just watch soccer games on TV and drink a couple of beers, all quiet"

"I hope so, ‘cause if you do anything inappropiate, believe me, I'll know it"

Will rolled his eyes

"When have I ever let you down? Don't answer that" You raised an eyebrow.

"I'm serious, William"

"Stop worrying so much, love and just enjoy the spa" He told you. Then, he leaned close to your ear, whispering, "Make the most of it now, because when we're married I won't let you out of the room"

"Yeah, sure" You moved closer to kiss him one last time. You smiled, "I love you. Call me if you guys need anything"

"Don't worry, everything will be fine and I love you too."

He watched you leave, closing the door behind himself until the car turned onto the next street. Will looked surprised when a couple of minutes later the doorbell rang.

It wasn't hard to tell that it was the boys with everything they needed for the meeting. Will really thought it was a small gathering with his friends, not a horde of men and women he didn't know.

Ben Barnes was the first to appear at the door followed by Skandar, William Moseley, Dylan, Thomas, Dexter, Chris and Giancarlo.

Ben approached him at his look of confusion.

"Very impressive, isn't it?"

"Ben,what the fuck is all this?" he asked in a shout after the music started in a thunderous way.

"I took the liberty of inviting a few friends over."

"Guys, we said it would be a small thing."

Thomas held up his hands in disbelief.

"In my defense, I didn't agree with this. I just followed the crowd."

"Giancarlo?" Will asked after observing the man smiling "You too?

"Hey, don't blame me. I'm only here for the food and i still have a little youth left. I want to enjoy it."

"Oh my god, my fiancée is going to kill me."

"Cheer up, Willy" Moseley patted him on the back "We had to see off your bachelorhood in a big way."

"Yeah, man, don't be a baby" Skandar teased him. Will sighed

"Fine. But it'll just be a few drinks and then I'll go to my room" Giancarlo frowned

"Wow, and I thought I was the old man of the group"

"Whatever" cheered Dexter "Let's go have some fun!"

The hangover doesn't allow him to remember anything else, instead it drills his temples horribly. He rolls over on the sheets and manages to touch a bare back on the bed in the room he shares with you. Until that moment he ignores the fact that he’s naked and that his clothes have been left in a mess on the floor of the room.

Then he remembers, and discovers that the night before he was talking to a blonde girl Ben had introduced him to just before challenging him to drink a whole bottle of tequila and spin around in a chair while the others cheered him on. He remembered dancing with her, telling a few jokes and even having harmless flirtations and then....

"Oh my god. Oh my god Oh my god!"

Will stops and thinks... he looks at the bare back down which a thick bush of blonde hair falls. His eyes close and he gives himself a chance to curse Ben Barnes between his teeth.

His cell phone rings and even falls off the piece of furniture next to the bed when the call becomes insistent. He looks at the screen and realizes with horror that it’s your number. He holds back a sigh

How was he supposed to tell you what had happened?

Or the most important of all... How would he tell you that he had cheated on you with a stranger days before your wedding?

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Interviews - Henry Cavill x wife/actress reader

Summary: You and Henry have been married for a couple years now, and when you’re both part of the Witcher cast, fun interviews are to be had.

Warning: nothing but a good time, btw I’ve never written anything like this so I hope it’s good enough that I might feel motivated to write more

-Readers Witcher character is loosely based off my Geralt fic from here (just a little self promotion), but in this case you play a full vampire in this Witcher universe

The days have been long and grueling, filming hours upon hours of stunts and regular acting had taken its toll. Not to mention the countless times in hair and make up paired with costume changes and traveling to film on certain locations.

To say being apart of Netflix’s The Witcher was full of tiring days and some accidental bruises would be a huge understatement. But none of that mattered, nor did you bother to complain when through the thick and thin of it all did you have Henry with you along the way. And your favorite big slobbery bear, Kal whenever he was allowed on set.

Fortunately for you in the beginning of all the craziness, the casting and writers had wanted you specifically for the part of Y/C/N in the new series before Henry even auditioned for the role of Geralt, that was soon given to him after you accepted your fresh role of vampiric heroine.

It was ironically strange in a good way, you had watched your dork of a husband play the Witcher: Wild Hunt a few times before, eventually learning of what Geralt of Rivia was, who Y/C/N was in the story, who Yennefer and Ciri were, Tris and even Jaskier.

Who would have thought that you’d finally get to snag a role side by side with Henry in quite literally one of the most fantastic shows you’ve ever heard of. You didn’t even need to see the show yet to know how well it was most likely to be reviewed. Being a key character in the grand storyline was enough to convince you of how amazing it would most certainly turn out in the finished product.

And after all was said and done, you couldn’t believe how well loved and popular the show truly became in the following months after shooting and its eventual release onto Netflix. The after parties and cast celebrations truly made you blessedly grateful for pulling through to the vary end.

Then again you had your mans Henry by your side every step of the way. He was your rock and you were most definitely his. You know life on set would have been far less entertaining and dreadfully long if not for the lovely company of your dear Witcher, Henry. And so far after the fact, you and a good portion of the cast have been placed in random interviews for the majority of the day.

Reason being, The Witcher has at long last finally premiered and as per usual the people and media live for those cast interviews that always reveal some interesting events. So far this morning you’ve done some interviews with Anya that have gone perfectly fine since the two of you seem to click so well.

Also it helps ease the anxiety of your fellow newer cast mates to the world of continuous interviews with an experienced veteran actor like yourself, who’s gone round the ring more times then you can count. Though you can’t help but wonder how Henry’s doing, considering you’ve been separated since the sessions began at 10am, you’ve had lunch and now it’s about 1 in the afternoon with more hours to go.

Luckily for you, you’ve just been informed of another interview with the man of the hour himself. Saying your goodbyes and well wishes to your fellow cast mates, you stand and follow the guide into the advised place. Aka some really nice hotel room that’s been done up real nice for efficient interviewing, complete with the Witcher insignia on a large background poster and three chairs that happen to look rather comfy.

The camera and sound people nod in acknowledgment as you walk in, you nod back no doubt making their day with your friendliness and adorable smile that quite literally lights up a room. Soon you spot the bubbly yet nervous interviewee who instantly welcomes you into her space like you’re an old friend.

You sit, a bit confused as to where your partner happens to be at the moment, the interviewer, Lauren makes small talk before a door opens and her big bright doe eyes go wide in nervous excitement. A telling smile upon her face as she shifts in her chair before looking back to you again with a happy grin.

Henry says a quick hello to the behind the scenes crew before waving to Lauren, you smirk while watching him get comfortable next to you, “Well, well, well. Get lost on your way up, you know they have guides for a reason.” You tease as he chuckles at your humorous jab, relieved to see you again after a couple hours apart.

“Traffic.” He quips with a shrug.

“Uh huh.” You mutter with a shake of your head before drawing your attention back to Laura, “Can’t take him anywhere I swear, he does this all the time.”

She laughs as Henry pretends to gasp at your teasing, you chuckle along with them before she finally collects herself, “Well, welcome back to London. It’s fantastic to have you both in town once again, and your big beautiful faces all over Leicester Square.”

You both laugh, “Right.” Says Henry, “I guess we do look pretty cool.”

“Hell yeah, I mean where else can I see myself with a giant sword on a building? And anyways look at this beautiful mug,” You say gently squeezing Henry’s cheeks in your hand, “he’s literally killing it out there.” They laugh as you give Hen another playful squeeze before letting go and setting your arm against the chairs cushioned armrest.

“Alight let’s start.” She says enthusiastically before glancing down at her cards then back up to you and Henry. Then into one of the two the cameras, “Hi I’m Lauren from Entertainment Weekly and today we’re here with the two stars of Netflix’s The Witcher.” She says enthusiastically while giving a nod to you two, indicating that the camera is now focused on you both, “Henry Cavill and Y/N Cavill.”

You both smile in acknowledgment as Henry gives a slight nod, “How you doing?”

“I’m great,” She beams, “So, I’ll get right into it, what do you like most about the story? What really drew you into the script that made you say, yes this is going to be awesome?”

Slapping a hand against Henry’s muscular leg, you hum, “I’ll let Hen take this one he’s a real expert on the linguistics of the whole show.”

“Thanks Y/N/N.” Replies Henry, bemused that you’re making him take the first question.

You nod to him knowingly with a smirk, “Of course.” Knowing how much he loves to talk about the show and also because you’d rather have him use his energy to talk about it then do that yourself. Priorities, right, though in your defense it’s been a long day.

“Well I absolutely love the games and the books themselves are phenomenal works of literature.” He explains, his face glowing with that usual glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “The story and the world of the Witcher is just so rich and full of potential that when I signed on for the show, I immediately knew it would be amazing, no doubt.”

You lean into the arm of you chair, “And of course I was there so that’s always a bonus.”

“That too.” He smiles adorably, “That too of course.”

Lauren smiles, “Great. So, what was it like working together, how was it having your characters interact with one another?”

You smile, setting a hand against Henry’s forearm, “This guy right here.” You deadpan before waving him off dramatically, “So annoying, my god he whined all the time and he was such a drama queen dear lord so ugh....” You start cackling before you can even finish the sentence causing Henry to loose it as well and with that the interviewer.

Shaking your head you rest your hand against his shoulder, “I joke, he was a gem to work with as usual...I mean I feel incredibly blessed to be able to act alongside my husband for months and months every single day. It’s a rarity in this line of work and I’m grateful to have shared this experience...and I guess more so this whole adventure with him as well.”

The interviewer aww’s as Henry tilts his head to lean into your hand that’s still resting atop his shoulder before pulling away just as quickly, the intimate sentiment not going unnoticed by you or Lauren who looks to be enjoying your loving yet calm energy with one another. “That’s so sweet, what about you Henry?”

“Oh yes absolutely,” Agrees Henry to your recent statement, “not only did I have her by my side through it all but the dynamic of our characters interacting together was so fun to shoot. I think the audience will really be able to see their relationship grow on screen into something strong and beautiful like in the books.”

Slow clapping you give him a curt nod of approval, “Well said.”

Lauren smirks, “Seems like it. Well, I was able to catch the premier yesterday and I gotta say...it was fantastic! I couldn’t believe how diffident the two of you looked from how you are now.” She gushes enthusiastically.

The corners of Henry’s lips curl into a proud smile for the fellow crew of the Witcher’s, “Oh that’s great then, honestly we gotta give all the props to the costume and makeup team, they’re so talented and know how to make us look like real badasses.” He adds.

You nod in agreement before grinning at a positive memory of your first interaction with Henry as Geralt, “Oh for sure, I remember during the early stages of production when our characters met each other for the first time, before this we came to set together but went separate ways to shoot our own stuff in the meantime so I never got a real look at him.” You recall with a bright smile as Henry watches your every move, beaming just the same.

“It was so funny, I was in the tent with Freya Allen, the wonderful girl who plays Ciri, and then suddenly her eyes got all big and nervous and I was like, that’s not me right? Something weird didn’t just happen with my costume? And then I turned around to find this man, wig on, face a mess, and his eyes looked so fearsome and different...it was a bit startling.” You say with a chuckle, “I clearly wasn’t expecting to see Geralt right then and there. He just looked so unlike Henry.”

“Yeah, I was almost hurt.” Laughs Henry, “She had to like squint and make sure it was me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrug, “He had some real creepy looking colored contacts, yunno?”

Henry fake scoffs, “You’re one to talk, I mean when I first say her, Y/N’s eyes were red and she had fake blood spattered all over her face and shirt. Oh, and not to mention those fangs they put on your teeth...we probably traumatized poor Freya that day.”

“Oh shit you’re right!” You exclaim with a snort of concealed laughter, “God I completely forgot about how I looked...now since I think about it, I did that a lot too. I would just walk up to people and be completely oblivious as to what kind of nightmare I looked like, honestly I might have scared one of our producers a couple of times.” You add with a half nervous laugh, it’s true, you did scare some of the crew unintentionally. Most of the time.

Lauren lightly chuckles, “That sounds like you were quite the sight to see then.” She says before glancing back down at her notes, “Alright I have’ta ask, is there anything that you two took home with you from set?”

“Besides Henry every night,” He holds back a laugh while covering his mouth as you nonchalantly continue, “Uh, yes actually I got to take home Y/C/N’s wolf ring that I loved so much and just thought was the coolist thing ever and....uh, I might have stolen some socks too.”

“So that’s why after filming the amount of socks of yours I had to fold increased?” Wonders Henry with a surprised snort of realization.

Turning your head to give him a “no shit” kinda look, you look back at Lauren, pointing your thumb at Henry, “Master sleuth right here, but hey, he folds my laundry.”

“Aw that’s great.” Adds Lauren with a smile before turning her attention to Henry, “What about you Henry? Take anything from set?”

“More then Y/N did actually...”

“He just about took the whole makeup trailer most nights, I swear.”

Henry chuckles, “That. Is true.” He agrees with a nod, “Interesting enough, at home I’ve got Geralt’s armor hung up in our living room and a multitude of other nicknacks that I’ve collected during filming.” He adds, glancing over to you, “So uh, yeah, we were fairly lucky to be able to snag what we could.”

Lauren smiles, absentmindedly shuffling her cards, “That’s awesome to have such special memorabilia, you guys really are fortunate.” She adds before reading off from another card, “Alright you two, care to play a game called guess the image? Witcher style.”

Your face perks up at this, you’re a sucker for interview games and Henry knows it, “Are you reading my mind or something, I have been waiting all day for someone to ask about playing a game.” You gush rather enthusiastically.

He smiles at your adorableness and how excited you’ve just become, Lauren grins, happy that her suggestion has been so well received, “Okay so how it works is, I’ll show you an image on my iPad and then you have to guess who or what I’m showing you.”

“Oh, cool I’ve heard of this,” You reply, turning to Henry with a smirk, “Loser has to clean Kal’s yard poop for a week.”

Rolling his gorgeous blue eyes he chuckles, “You’re on.”

“Alright, the stakes are high, you two ready?” Beams Lauren, holding her iPad to her chest as she awaits an answer.

“Yes, I’m ready to kick his ass.” You quip, leaning an arm against your chair while Henry does about the same, though he does his best to contain his laughter.

“Okay, first image.” She holds up the device to show some sort of weird golden thing, it’s shiny and hard, worst part is that you’re not entirely sure what the hell it could be.

Sensing your confusion Henry nudges your shoulder, though you ignore it before he smartly answers, “Oh, is that...Renfri’s brooch?” Little shit knows exactly what that is, of course he does.

Lauren claps, “Correct.” Zooming out of the image to show the full picture of the golden brooch, “Right on, that’s one point for Mr. Cavill.”

You scoff playfully, “Beginners luck.” While Henry side eyes you with a humorous grin upon his plush lips, he nudges your arm, “I’m going to really enjoy not cleaning up Kal’s grass turds for awhile.” He mutters lightheartedly, though you know deep down he’s being serious, no way is he going to win this, you think. You won’t have it, hopefully the next few pictures aren’t as difficult, Kal duty is not fun by any means.

“Shut up.” You grumble with a dismissive wave of your hand, though just teasing of course.

“Okay next image.” This time the blurred photo looks much more familiar, soon it clicks as to what the obscured blurriness actually is, yes!

“Got it! Anya’s er I guess Yennefer’s dress from the fight at Sodden.” Lauren giggles, zooming the image out to reveal Yennefer in her tasseled blue and purple dress from the battle at Sodden Hill. “I’m amazing I know.” You boast at Henry with a casual little bow in your seat.

“It’s the second question.” He deadpans, eyes crinkling in amusement as you shake your head at him.

“Pffff get outta here.” You mutter back, gently pushing his arm off of your chairs armrest and setting yours in its place while he gives you a fake shocked expression.

In turn you can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips, so instead of saying some sassy remark that would no doubt get a reaction out of him, you turn your attention back over to Lauren who’s looking over her notes again.

“Fantastic,” She says, glancing back up at you and Henry, “you’re both tied with one point each. Alright, anyone know what this is?” She asks showing something red and fuzzy, a bit of dirty skin showing from one corner but with The Witcher this bloody image could literally be anything.

The both of you squint, puzzled as to what this could be, “Y/N you got any ideas.” Wonders Henry, brows furrowed as his face contorts into deep concentrated thought.

Raising a brow, you hum, “If I knew I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles.

Lauren smiles, “Any guesses?”

After a few concentrated moments, Henry shrugs in defeat, “I’m stumped.” He admits as you study the image harder, mind racing to put the pieces together as to what the hell you’re looking at.

“No, I think I might know this....erm is it...me?” You wonder, voice raising in question, hoping to be correct about this or face the teasing of Henry.

Lauren quickly zooms out of the obscured image, “It is!” She says excitedly, revealing the picture of you from your characters debut in episode 2 where you save a girl from a werewolf, your mouth is covered in blood and so is most of your costumes chest area and left arm from the struggle. Not to mention the make-up teams fun 20 minutes of throwing fake sticky blood all over you to get the right look for the taxing scene.

You grimace a bit, “Oh god that was quite the day on set,” You recall with a half smile, “I was doing stunts all day covered in that red syrupy dye, I think it took a week to get out of my skin.”

Henry suddenly snorts with laughter, “Right! That reminds me, I thought Kal had gotten cut or something, it was just Y/N who had hugged him not realizing she still had some fake blood on her arm.”

“Jeez that’s right, I felt so bad, but I couldn’t stop laughing once we realized it was just me.”

Lauren grins, excited to hear some hidden information about little things that happens behind the scenes, “Oh wow that must have been a sight, alright Henry, Y/N’s taken the lead with a two to one score.” She says as you playfully nudge his strong shoulder. “Second to last image, what is this?”

Without missing a single beat Henry replies, “Jaskier.”

Squinting at the image you lean closer to the iPad, “How the hell do you see Jaskier?”

Smiling the interviewer zooms out to reveal the bards full outfit from the banquet scene, though he’s in the background of a fight between Geralt and some Cintran knights. “Right on!” She exclaims as you lean back into your seat dumbfounded, shoulder flush against Henry’s as he clutches your arm and squeezes it affectionately.

Ignoring his silent show of victory you shrug, “And they say he’s just another pretty face,” Earning a laugh from Lauren and some of the crew as you smirk at the camera, face them shifting to apologetic, “also I’m so sorry Joey you beautiful bastard apparently I’m blind. Uh, we don’t have to dwell on it, Lauren whatcha got?”

“You guys are both tied with two points each, last chance to win.” She replies before glancing down at her iPad, “Alright, what is this?” She asks, her iPad showing that of fuzzy bright colors, with a small corner smear of dull white that clearly wouldn’t make much sense to the untrained eye.

Smirking you glance at a puzzled Henry before sitting up in your seat, feeling rather good about yourself, “Would that happen to be, Hen in Stregobor’s illusion?” You answer with, though sounding a bit as a question considering you aren’t entirely confident as to what image this is.

Lauren’s brows raise in surprise, “Henry, looks like we have a winner. Y/N you are correct.” She beams, enlarging the image to reveal Geralt’s side profile as he talks to the old wizard while the background stays colorful and shrouded in various arrays of sunlight..

Shaking your fist victoriously in the air you give a couple enthusiastic whoop whoops while Henry simply takes it like a champ, “Have fun cleaning up Karl’s monster turds, cause this lucky lady doesn’t have to.” You boast as Henry and the crew laugh.

“Well that was something,” Beams Lauren, “I’m so glad to have chatted for a bit about your guys’ amazing new series, and maybe ended a relationship in the process.” She says jokingly as both you and Henry chuckle.

Patting his thigh affectionately, you smirk, “He’s a tough old bear, but yeah, it was awesome having you talk to us.”

“Yes, take care now.” Adds Henry while the interviewer Lauren stands, saying her goodbyes as she goes to exit the room.

The camera crew take a small break to adjust things and whatnot as you and Henry wait patiently for the next interviewer. He turns, an adorable smile pulling at his lips while you pretend to ignore his fiery gaze. “Well that went pretty well, minus the fact that I’m on Kal poop duty for a week...but uh...” He leans in close to you now, “I missed you all morning.”

Breaking out into a smile you raise a brow, “Boring without me huh?”

“Always.”

You casually shrug, “I figured as much. Don’t worry, we have a hotel all to ourselves tonight.” Your brows wiggle suggestively causing your blue eyed lover to shake his head with amusement.

“Say it louder next time.” He jokes.

Side eyeing the oblivious crew you begin to speak a couple octaves louder, “Henry I can’t wait to fu..” Suddenly his hand presses against your mouth before you’re able to call any attention to yourself. He gives you a warning look before slowly pulling his hand from your mouth.

You grin mischievously, “I wasn’t gonna say that...”

“Sure Y/N,” He mutters in your ear as a new interviewer walks into the room and finds their chair, “and I’m wasn’t going to make you scream tonight.”

Your brows raise in surprise and admittedly slight arousal at his choice of wording in this room of all places. Eyeing him up, face still showing surprise, you finally break out into a satisfied smirk. “You know what? I think you should consider changing your offer.”

He thinks deeply for a moment, though you know he’s only pretending to get you riled up, “Hrmm...maybe, possibly, should I? Should we? You are my co-star after all, that wouldn’t be very professional now would it Y/N?” He states with a shit eating grin, all done while the crew and interviewer get ready, minding their business and completely unaware to yourself and Henry’s teasing.

Scoffing playfully you lightly swat his arm, “We are way past being professional.”

He chuckles, looking from you to the rest of the room, “Oh, they have no idea.”

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