#made this at 6 am while eating gold fish

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (5)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

(got a decent amount of interest on chapter 4 so here’s chapter 5! hope you all enjoy! and remember, chapter 6 depends on how well this chapter does! so remember to comment and reblog! thanks y’all! <3)

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You’d rung the bell, the sound alerting the villagers that things were all okay again. Soon they were all outside again and a lot came over to see what was going on. You were standing by two human kids. Villagers were typically pretty neutral to humans, unless they hurt them or broke their stuff. Though they tended to avoid humans (even the small/young ones) because of how dangerous they had the potential to be. 

This was sorta reinforced by today’s little drama. But with you there the villagers weren’t worried. They trusted you to keep them safe and protect them and their homes/businesses. Plus a few of them kind of heard you scolding the two human boys and well, villagers are true gossips because word spread through the small population hilariously fast. And yes they may have snickered over the two boys getting lectured like they did. But you’d never know that.

During this Tommy and Tubbo took the time to look around at the village. They noticed there wasn’t a single piece of cobblestone anywhere, much to Tommy’s outrage and Tubbo’s amusement. Tommy made sure to loudly gripe about how the village lost all of it’s ‘cool factor’ because you took the cobblestone away. He even started to say that if cobblestone was like a woman he’d-... but he stopped when he seemed to realize that not only was he standing directly next to an ACTUAL woman but an adult one…

He started sweating nervously and shooting a glare at Tubbo when the brown haired boy snickered at his uncomfortable position, but in the end he sort of mumbled,

“Uh.. you don’t wanna know what I’d… do.. pft.” 

Tubbo couldn’t hold it in anymore and broke out into laughter, with Tommy right behind him. While you just shook your head and made a ‘tsk’ing’ noise at the goofy pair. But you didn’t bother to hide your amused smile. Once they’d calmed down you resumed your trek. 

As you walked the two boys noted the second thing that stood out to them in the village were all the identical patterned banners that were hung up. The two tone ones with the golden suns on them. Tubbo lightly tugged on your sleeve, causing you to blink and look down at him curiously, and he asked why you hung them up everywhere. Was it to show this was your village or?

“Huh? Oh no, I didn’t hang those up, the villagers did. Though I made the original ones, the ones I hung up on my home. But the villagers liked them so much they made their own,” you explained with a calm smile.

Hearing this made the boys share a confused look before Tommy bluntly said that villagers never made patterned banners, they only hung up the plain ones. He’d never heard of them making banners ever. But you just shrugged and said the day after you’d hung up yours the villagers had all started copying you. You’re not 100% sure why (though you have a suspicion it’s the worship thing… but you didn’t bring that up..), you just assumed it was because they took a liking to them.

“I just wanted some decoration for my house and made the banner to spruce the place up, and it was sweet they liked them so much,” you added with a smile.

Tommy tilted his head before looking around the village and asking which house was yours. He pointed at one that was made of wood, stone, and pink terracotta and asked if that was it because ‘you’re a girl, girls like pink right?’ which just made you laugh and shake your head. 

“Some girls like pink, sure. Though I know some boys do as well. But no that’s not my house. Mine is up there on the hill at the other end of the village, see?” You pointed towards your temple home and the two boys followed your gesture and their eyes widened at the sight of the huge white quartz temple. 

Almost instantly Tommy started shouting about how that wasn’t a house, it was some kinda mansion or something! You just laughed and asked if he’d even ever seen a mansion before. He paused for a second, mouth open like he was going to say something but nothing came out. But then he caught himself and loudly said he’d seen LOADS of mansions before! So he knew what he was talking about.

You didn’t bother questioning him, you know he didn’t sound too sure, but what harm was there in letting him pretend he knew when he didn’t? Regardless, you and the two boys continued walking through the village, but Tommy and Tubbo (thinking that made you feel crazy still) said they wanted to see your cool house. You raised an eyebrow and asked if ALL they planned to do was look.

“It took exactly two days and two nights to build it, I don’t want two troublemakers wrecking it,” you said with a suspicious tone.

Tommy was first to heave a put upon sigh as he said they weren’t gonna wreck your stuff! But it was Tubbo who cut in and said that no way did you build that huge thing in just a couple days! It would have had to take you a week at best! 

You tilted your head and said it didn’t take a ‘couple days’ only, it took two days and two nights straight. But that answer just baffled the two boys more. And Tommy said in a disbelieving voice,

“You built for 48 hours straight?” You nodded and Tommy raised an eyebrow, not seeming to believe you.

“What, did ya just eat along the way?? Fought mobs while building at night??” He asked, sounding amused. And you, entirely without thinking how WEIRD it was going to sound, just replied that you’d sort of forgotten to eat while you were building.

“Yeah I got way too focused on building and after scrapping the first three builds I tried and settled on my temple house I got too into it and forgot to eat or sleep.”

You admitted it with some shame before quickly turning to the two stunned boys and saying they shouldn’t do stuff like that, it was irresponsible and dangerous! Tommy frowned and replied that YOU just admitted to doing those very things! But you countered that you were an adult and allowed to make your own stupid choices, but as kids they should heed smart advice. 

“It’s very much a ‘do as I say, not as I do’ type situation,” you said with a wry smile.

The blond was very much going to argue against that but you all finally scaled the path leading up the hill to your temple home and Tubbo saw the chest situated outside your home to the left of the front door. Without thinking he went over and started plundering through the chest, but yelped when you smacked his hand, causing him to pull both hands out of the chest and tuck them close to his stomach.

“Don’t go through my gift chest! The villagers use this to give me thank you gifts!” you scold the brunet boy. 

They start bombarding you with questions, like why on earth do the villagers give you gifts? What kind of gifts were they? What’d you do to earn them? Are you blackmailing the villagers? If so, then can you teach them how to do that? You burst out laughing at the way the questions just got more and more absurd. 

“No! I do not blackmail anyone! Lord, what is with you two kids? No, I work to protect the village and help the villagers master their crafts. And in return they thank me with gifts they make,” you answered with an amused grin.

But it seemed the blond only focused on one part of your reply, and it was the part where you called him a kid. A split second of dumbfounded stunned silence ensued before he snapped out of it and started raging, much to your and Tubbo’s amusement.

“I ain’t no CHILD! I am a MAN! A tall and powerful man who don’t gotta take crap from nobody! TUBBO STOP LAUGHING! SHE CALLED YOU A CHILD TOO!”

Tubbo didn’t even respond, he was too busy laughing. You were laughing too but managed to calm down enough to say that there was nothing wrong with being a child, it just meant you had more learning to do and experience to gain. Tommy and Tubbo seemed to calm down at hearing this, at least until you reached out and pinches both boys’ cheeks and cooed,

“And besides, you’re both cute widdle babies~!”

Now they were both hollering about ‘not being babies!’ and kicking up a huge fuss, much to your amusement.

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After that you’d gone through the day’s gifts and saw most of them were the usual stuff (but still great). Plenty of bread and fruit, potion stuff, and a fur blanket. You packed away the food in a chest, put up the potion supplies by your brewing station, and threw the nice fur blanket across the end of your bed as decoration. All in all they were lovely gifts.

But one of the gifts really stood out. A red wooden box. And when you opened it you saw it had 6 engraved gold bangles. And they had different engravings. Some were carved to have leafy vines, some had geometric shapes, others had fish scale patterns, and even some with simple swirls and dots. But they all had a hinge to open them and a thin chain to keep them from falling off should they accidentally come open.

You loved all the gifts the villagers got you, how could you not? They were the fruits of their labor and skill! But these bracelets just hit different? You’d always liked gold, it was pretty and just crisp looking. SO without hesitation you’d put the bracelets on, three on each wrist before admiring them in the waning light of the sunset.

You’d even showed the two teen boys after you put them on and they said they looked nice, though you could tell they were only being polite, most likely because they had no interest in jewelry. Though you appreciate them trying to be nice for your sake. But while you were admiring your latest gift Tubbo noticed something simmering in your cauldron by your brewing stand. 

He cautiously approached it while you were showing Tommy your enchantment table and library (tommy wanted to enchant his sword). The brown haired boy let the scent from the lightly bubbling cauldron waft across his face and he breathed it in with a pleased sigh. Whatever this was it was clearly food, but damn did it smell like utter heaven! He could see chunks of steak, cuts of potato and carrot, and some other green bits he didn’t recognize. But he did recognize the light golden sheen the stew(?) had. Just like an enchanted golden apple! 

All three of you blinked when a sudden growing gurgle sounded through the quartz temple. You and Tommy looked over at Tubbo, whose face was red with embarrassment. He laughed awkwardly and said the food smelled good, and he hadn’t eaten since breakfast as his excuse. But you just gave a laugh and went over to the cauldron, scooting him out of the way so you could check on it. 

The two watched you stir the concoction with a wooden spoon before tasting some and letting out a pleased hum. Cooking was similar to potion making so you’d started doing both lately to keep yourself busy. You’d started with the recipes you already knew from the game. Mushroom stew, beetroot soup, rabbit stew, bread, etc. But those got boring fast so you decided.. why not try something new? So you’d started just doing whatever sounded like a good idea.

You learned LOTS of new recipes (and made sure to jot them down in a book so you didn’t forget them/what they did) but you also made some truly vile foodstuff. Lots of your failed concoctions ended up in the trash. But this latest one actually tasted darn good to you. After trying it you even noticed it gave you the same effects as the enchanted golden apple. Which was cool since you’d marinated the steak you’d put in the stew in a bowl of enchanted gapple juice. 

Behind you you could hear Tubbo bugging Tommy, asking him to give him some food since he ran out and his hunger was low. But Tommy refused, saying he only had one loaf of bread left and Tubbo should have brought more food! You rolled your eyes at the bickering pair of boys before wordlessly grabbing some wooden bowls and scooping some of the enchanted beef stew into them before calling over your shoulder,

“Y’all two want some stew? It turned out really good this time I think.”

Tubbo gave a thankful, “Oh yes, please!” while Tommy gave a childish, “Yeah! Gimme!” that made you want to laugh at their silliness. But instead you just handed over the two bowls of stew. You turned back around to grab yourself one (because you might not NEED food but it still tastes good) and while your back was turned you heard them greedily slurping and munching on the stew. You’d turned back and came face to face with two boys with empty bowls held out to you to show they’d like more. You barked out a laugh and teasingly asked if it was any good. 

Tommy didn’t seem to want to wait and shook his bowl and demanded in a snarky tone to “Hurry it up woman!” which.. made you frown. You were giving him a very unamused look, which he seemed to register and realize he may have misstepped here. He sweat anxiously with a nervous smile while Tubbo’s face dropped and he held his own bowl closer to his chest, not liking the tense silence. For some reason having you upset with him made him not feel so good. Like it was a bone deep feeling that left him hugely on edge. Tubbo glanced over at his best friend and knew the same could be said for him, because Tommy looked vaguely ill. But after a harsh elbow jab from the brunet the blond seemed to snap into the present and stuttered,

“I was-uh, y’see I was only.. kidding. Yeah! Kidding! What I really meant was can I please have some more??” 

Your frown twitched before turning into a wry smile. You huffed out a chuckle that made both boys' anxieties fade. Their bodies seemed to deflate from how tense they’d been before as you handed over the full bowl in your hand to him and said while you ruffled his hay colored hair, 

“Nice save kiddo, because if you’d have been smarting off for real I’d have been pretty irked. Thankfully it was only a joke~”

Tommy gave a relieved chuckle before he shamelessly gobbled down his new bowl of stew, seemingly back to normal now that you didn’t seem upset at him anymore. You mentally shook your head, he was such a kid it was pretty funny. But then you turned your gaze to Tubbo and held your hand out for his bowl, which he happily handed over with a shy ‘thank you!’ that made you smile. Soon they were both digging in all over again. Only this time you joined them, positively delighted with how this new stew had turned out. After eating you’d even offered them some iced tea you’d made. And this had started a whole Thing with the two British boys.

They’d argued that iced tea was an abomination and hot tea was the only right way to do tea. You’d rolled your eyes and asked if they’d ever even TRIED iced tea before. That got Tubbo to sorta stutter before falling silent but Tommy, ever the hard headed one, just plowed on and said he didn’t NEED to try it to know it wasn’t good. You gave him a Look and shook your head before convincing them to just try it and if they didn’t like it then they could dump it out. After some back and forth they caved and tried it, and lo and behold they both enjoyed it. The crisp drink was perfect for warm weather, unlike hot tea. But even after begrudgingly admitting it wasn’t ‘total shit’ Tommy refused to admit he liked it better than ‘proper tea’. You took this all as a win regardless.

-0-

You’d spent the majority of the day with the two young boys, just showing them around and feeding them and goofing off. You’d forgotten how fun it was to interact with people like this. To have actual conversation that wasn’t just ‘hms’ and ‘hngs’ like with the Villagers. You still loved the villagers, they were good folks but you’d missed talking with people normally. Which is why you were understandably bummed out when you saw the sun was getting dangerously close to the horizon. But you knew being out after dark wasn’t wise for regular people. You even brought it up to the two boys, not wanting them to have to face any hostile mobs on their way home. They reassured you they’d be fine, they’ve got good gear and enchanted weapons, but you still worried.

Though instead of letting it get to you and ruining the rest of the evening you instead packed the two boys some food to go. You put the rest of the stew into bowls and served up a couple more glasses of iced tea before gifting them to them, making sure they each got an equal share. Tubbo tried to politely say you didn’t have to give them anything while Tommy just let out a ‘whoop!’ and shoved his share into his inventory with a wide grin. That helped Tubbo accept his too without any more shyness. Soon they were all packed up and ready to go home, wherever that was.

But before they headed off Tubbo asked if they could come back, with Tommy perking up at the question, clearly wanting to know your answer too. With a smile you said of course they could come back to visit you and your village. You’d be delighted to host them again! Even if your first impression of them wasn’t that nice. You chuckled when Tommy had the decency to at least look somewhat sheepish. But your smile wasn’t upset and let them know you were only teasing, and it was water under the bridge. 

“I look forward to you two coming back again! Maybe you can help me out around the village and in return I can pay you or maybe make you both more food-”

Tommy and Tubbo cut you off by almost yelling out in unison, “FOOD!” which made you laugh out loud. You held up a hand in mock surrender and agreed to make them more food the next time they stopped by. The pair looked excited and waved before picking the berries from the bushes surrounding your village (so they wouldn’t take damage from the thorns) and hurried through them. You waved goodbye in return then took some bone meal out to help the bushes grow back before heading back home. 

You had a great day, and weren’t lying when you said you couldn’t wait for the two to come back.

-0-

Tommy and Tubbo made it back to L’manburg without too much fuss, only having to kill a few zombies and skeletons along the way. Though by the time they got back it was very much after dark and everyone had settled in for the night to avoid the hostile mobs. So the two boys didn’t bother checking in with anyone since it was already late and they were tired from the journey back. But to their surprise Wilbur was waiting up for them in the kitchen, sipping some tea and working on some papers.

“Oi, you two are back late. Run into trouble or somethin’?” Wilbur asked with a wry grin. 

And that released the floodgates of the two teen boys unloading everything that’d happened that day. From finding the village to accidentally fighting an iron golem, to meeting YOU! And everything else after. Wilbur listened with wide eyes, surprised to hear them talk about meeting a new person, a stranger outside of a country/city place that they knew of. One that apparently took over a village? Weird. 

But L’manburg could always use more allies. 

Maybe he should go pay you a visit too.

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[kireimarkeu]

Day 1 ◑; l.mk

+repost!

summary; what its like to have mark lee as your college boyfriend for a whole month :3

5k words

+Day 1, Monday, 6:00 AM

You let out a whine when you hear the alarm ring from Mark's phone. You hit his chest repeatedly, eyes still closed, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. 

"Switch it off~" you whine, cuddling closer to his chest, pulling his arm around you to cover your ears from the blaring sound. 

Mark opened his eyes but soon squinted at the bright light. He rubbed his eyes harshly, leaning up a little to turn off the noisy sound. 

He looked down at you, a lazy smile plastered on his lips. Quickly, Mark leaned down to press his lips against your forehead. 

"I'll go shower first, I’ll wake you up when I’m done, okay?" 

You didn't reply, instead, you turn around to continue sleeping, hugging the pillows this time. Mark couldn't help but laugh at how cute you were. Shaking his head, he removed the arm that you were holding and got up to get ready for the first day of the final year in college. 

Almost an hour later, you were seated down on the chair, facing the mirror as you applied make up on your face.  

Once Mark saw you place the mascara back in place, "done?"

You nodded at your boyfriend and grabbed your bag that was laying on the bed.  

"Let's go," you mouthed, reaching out to hold Mark's hand. 

You thanked god every day that college was only walking distance from your place. You didn't need to wake up too early and you won't be too late if you overslept. 

 +Day 2, Tuesday, 12:59 PM

You stared at your lecturer, your cheeks resting against your palm. You gave up on taking down notes– you had the whole lecture recorded anyways. 

Finally, after 2 hours of non-stop accounting, the lecturer dismissed the class. 

You fished out your phone after packing all your things quickly. 

You: babe

You: are you done?

Usually, your boyfriend would reply to you instantly, but this time, he was taking some time. You pouted a little but continued to leave class. 

Once you walked through the door, you saw Mark leaning against the locker, waiting for you. When he finally saw you, a grin spread across his lips. 

"Mark!" you squealed, running up to your cute boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his torso, mark squeezed you against his chest.

"Hi, babe," he leaned down to press his lips on your cold cheeks. Mark reached to grab your hand in his, he was surprised at how cold your hand were. "Your hands are so cold!" he gasped, his hands rubbing over yours to warm yours up.

"I just got out of an air-conditioned room, dummy," you giggled. You tugged at his hand, "Lets goooo~" you whined, "I’m hungry."

Mark and you met a little more than a year ago through mutual friends. The first time both of you met, you barely noticed Mark. He was so quiet. Too quiet. 

But Mark noticed you ever since you walked through the cafe's door. He was usually a noisy guy– someone who enjoyed laughing and smiling at everything. But once he saw you, he didn't want to embarrass himself and opted to be silent the whole night.

You were so pretty. So kind, and so carefree. He liked you. The next day, he forced Jaehyun to give him your number. 

Ever since then, both of you instantly clicked and he finally asked you to be his girlfriend– something he's so thankful for. He wouldn't know what he would be doing without you. 

Ever since, 5 months ago, Mark has never failed to always meet you before lunch. It wasn't always, though. The both of you were taking different courses, hence both your timetable are different. But there were times where both of you would have lunch at the same time.

Luckily, this year, both of you have 3 lunch breaks together out of 5 days.

"What do you feel like eating?" Mark asks you, scanning the noisy room. 

It was 1 PM, so there weren't so many people in the canteen. It was usually only at noon then, both of you would have trouble trying to find seats.

You hummed, "Chinese?" 

 +Day 3, Wednesday, 5:08 PM

A grin formed on your lips when you saw Mark waiting for you after your last class. 

Running up to him, “Hiiiii~ Mark,” you giggled. 

Mark simply chuckled at you, his hands going up to your hair to pat your head softly.

“Did you wait long?” you asked as the both of you started walking home. 

He shook his head no. “Ah right!” Mark exclaimed as you looked at him with raised eyebrows. He suddenly pulled a black hair tie from his wrist, “you forgot to take this from me after lunch,” he told you, passing you your hair tie.

“Oh,” you grabbed your hair tie from him, thanking him by pressing your lips on his cheek. 

 +Day 4, Thursday, 8:34 AM

"Mark, I swear to god, it's only 4 days in–" you stop in your tracks to shut the door before turning around to face your boyfriend, "and I’m late." 

It was that day. The day where Mark started class late that day but you started at 8 but ended when his class started. 

Mark would occasionally wake up early just to send you to class. It was the least he could do for his favourite person.

Mark chuckled at how you were struggling to carry your bag. He reached out to grab your bag from you, and swing it over his shoulders as you mumbled out an incoherent 'thank you'.

"Well, thank god, you have me," Mark joked, as he started walking, you following soon after. You laughed at his words, but soon choked on the bread you were munching on. Mark patted your back, "Jeez, eat slowly, girl." 

You let out a loud cough then cleared your throat. "Fourth day in, and I almost died."

+Day 7, Friday, 3:07 PM 

“IT’S FRIDAY, BABY!” you yelled out with all your might, eyes closed, both arms stretched out.

Mark laughed at you but quickly covered your mouth with his hand, still giggling at you. “Stop! You’re embarrassing the both of us!” he laughed, grabbing your hand to drag you from the annoyed stares people were giving you. 

+Day 6, Saturday, 10:05 AM

You woke up at 10 am, no blaring sounds of the alarm clock. A small satisfied small formed on your lips. You turned in Mark's arms, hand going up to his warm cheek. 

"Markkk~" you murmured. "wake up..." 

Your boyfriend let out a soft whine, shifting with you in his arms. A huff left your lips when he squeezed you tighter in his arms and pulled you upon his chest. 

"Ah, Mark! Come on, wake upppp you poopoo head~" you squeezed his cheek softly. "We can't waste the day!!"

Mark whined and pulled away from you, turning away from you to lie on the other side, facing the window. You huffed, getting up to a sitting position, squeezing mark’s squishy arm, tugging on it multiple times. 

“Baaabe~ 5 more minutes, okay?” the cute boy mumbled into his pillow, pulling his arm away from your hold. 

You squint your eyes at your boyfriend. Letting out a long exhale, you got out of bed to make breakfast for the both of you. “I’m making breakfast so meet me in the kitchen in 15, okay?” you told mark, who simply hummed at your words. 

Honestly, you weren’t a very good cook, but for the sake of survival, you could make a simple toast and eggs. You quickly made toast and cook the eggs, then filling the table with Nutella, butter and strawberry jam. 

20 minutes later, Mark came in the kitchen with tousled hair, round gold glasses perched on his nose, eyes barely open and his pants hanging low on his hips. 

“Hi,” he mumbled, yawning quickly after.

Your right hand was holding a plate filled with toasts, while your left was holding a plate of scrambled eggs. You look up at your boyfriend, smiling at him, you quickly pressed your lips to his jaw before going to the small table to place your food. 

“Come, Mark! Breakfast’s ready.”

+Day 7, Sunday, 9:58 PM

Mark and you could be different at times. Mark was the hardworking type. He would finish whatever homework his lecturer gave, he would go through his notes that he had written down during lecture and would usually spend his Sunday studying. 

Meanwhile, you preferred not to do any homework because you think it was the biggest waste of time. It’s one day before the weekday, why would you study when you will be studying the following day anyway?

“Hey, Mark?” you called from the couch you were sitting on. 

Mark hummed, however, his eyes were glued onto his messy notes. 

“Will you follow me go get ice cream?” you asked your boyfriend, a glint of hope in your eyes because you could predict his answer whenever you ask a simple question. 

“I’m busy, sweet,” you mouthed the exact time when he said those words. You rolled your eyes. 

“But, Mark, I’m seriously craving for ice cream right now,” you whined with a pout. 

When he didn’t reply, you got down from the couch to sit next to the boy, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your cheek on his shoulder. 

“Please, Mark~~”

The reason you were so clingy was because Mark didn’t spare you a glance the whole day, which upsets you a little because you forgot how he was like every Sunday.

“we’ll go after I’m done with this, okay baby?” he whispered, pressing his lips near your ear, still not looking at you. 

Let’s just say you’re not getting your ice cream today.

+Day 8, Monday, 7:15 AM 

“I am going to fucking kill myself,” you mumbled to yourself as you put on mascara. 

Mark could only chuckle at you from the bed. 

+Day 9, Tuesday, 7:04 PM

Mark and you were lying on your shared bed, holding hands in the middle of the bed as Mark talked about his day.  You laughed when he told a funny story that happened in class earlier

It was moments like this where you realise you loved Mark the most. Simply talking about things that happened throughout the day. 

“What happened today, babe?” Mark asked after he finished telling you everything he wanted to tell you. 

“Well, we have a project to do,” you sighed, “something I forgot we had in college,” you said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes.

“Group project?” 

“Mhm,” you hummed, “I’m partnered with Jaemin. It’s a duo project.”

“I see.” 

Silence suddenly filled the air. Comfortable silence. Both of you appreciating each other’s presence. 

“Do you wanna know something?” he asked you, turning his head to look at you. 

“What?”

“A girl confessed to me today.”

Your heartbeat started to pick up. 

“Who?” you asked.

You had thoughts that Mark would leave you for someone else before. Maybe not Mark, but you leaving him for someone else and that scared you a lot. You loved Mark with your whole heart and you have never thought of him being with someone that isn’t you. 

“You don’t know her,” he mumbled, “she’s from my class.”

You felt him squeeze your hand.

You pursed your lips, “What did she say?”

“She told me she liked me.”

You pulled your hand away from your boyfriend’s hold and turned to face him, “And what did you tell her?”

“I had a girlfriend and I wasn’t interested,” he explained with wide eyes. 

+Day 10, Wednesday, 3:38 PM 

You: hi b

You: I’m coming back late tody! 

You: don’t wait for me 

Mark Pee: okok

Mark Pee: where are you going?

You: jaemin’s place ): for project

Mark Pee: okk

Mark Pee: do you want me to fetch you from his place?

You: yes, please! 

You: I’ll text you when I’m done! Love u

+Day 11, Thursday, 11:02 AM 

“Ah, fuck!” you cursed, biting your lips in annoyance. You turned to look at your boyfriend, “Mark, I’m not getting lunch today.” 

He raised his eyebrows in confusion at you. The both of you were already queuing up for food, and now you’re not eating?

“I forgot to bring my money today,” you explained with a pout.

When you got home from Jaemin’s place yesterday, you immediately passed out after taking a cold shower. You forgot to grab some cash from your piggy bank today, where you usually kept some cash.

Mark quickly fished out his wallet and pulled out a 5 dollar bill and handed it to you. 

You pushed his hand away, “Mark, it’s fine.”

He shook his head, “its fine, you’re hungry, right?”

You tip-toed to press your lips against his cheek, “I owe you frozen yoghurt after school.”

+Day 12, Friday, 2:34 PM

Marker: where r u?

You: oh shit I forgot to tell you

You: I’m with jae again!! 

You: for the project

Marker: oh 

Marker: why didn’t you tell me earlier haha

You: sorry ):

You: were you waiting for me?

Marker: yeah haha but it’s okay, I’m going home now

You: oh, sorry Markie ): I’ll come back early to make it up to you okay?

Marker: I’ll wait for you (: 

+Day 13, Saturday, 11:18 AM

Mark continued to ignore you, despite the way you were hanging around him, trying to hold his hand to stop him from moving around, but it didn’t work. 

Yesterday when you had come home really late, despite the promise you made with Mark. When Jaemin and you finished the project yesterday, Jaemin had asked you to stay a little longer at his place to Mario Kart. Forgetting that you had promise Mark just a few hours ago, you stayed at his place until almost midnight and never told Mark. 

He was furious when you came back home. 

Once you walked through the door with a grin on your face, Mark quickly lashed out at you. 

“What happened to coming home early, y/n?” Mark asked angrily, hands crossed against his chest.

Mark only called you by your name when he was being completely serious. 

“It’s almost midnight and you’re only coming back home now?” he questioned you again with his hands placed on his hips this time. You could only keep quiet and keep your head down. “Do you know how dangerous it is for a girl to go home alone at this timing?”

You bit your lips, looking down at your feet, “I didn’t walk home alone… Jaemin sent me…”

Mark could feel his heart shatter when you spoke his name. It hurt him.

“Right,” he mumbled, turning around to go back to bed. 

You followed your boyfriend to your shared room, putting your bag on the chair, quickly changing to his clothes then slipping next to Mark who had his back face you. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your front against his back. “Mark.” You kissed his bare shoulder, “Are you mad?”

You let out a sigh when he ignored you, “I love you.” You whispered, pressing a long kiss on his shoulder then another on his neck. “I really do.”

When you woke up this morning, you were shocked to see your boyfriend giving you the silent treatment. 

You sent him a pout when he sat down on the couch without uttering a single word. You waddled up to your boyfriend, quickly sitting on what’s yours— his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you brought your face closer to his, noticing his flushed cheeks.

“Are you still angry at me?” you asked him, you leaned closer, nose touching, “hm?” this time you quickly pressed your lips on his, “are you?”

Mark parted his lips, hands going up to hold your hips, “don’t tease.”

+Day 14, Sunday, 8:07 AM

“Who’s that?” Mark groan at the non-stop vibrations of your phone. 

You turned around in Mark’s arms, grabbing your phone to see who was texting you this morning. 

“It’s Jaemin,” you replied, voice still hoarse. “He wants to meet me to finish up the project.”

“No,” Mark immediately replied, pulling you back into his chest, chin resting on the top of your head. “You can meet him tomorrow, I wanna spend time with my baby.”

You closed your eyes as you smile against Mark’s chest, “I like that.”

+Day 15, Monday, 7.39 AM

“Babe!” Mark whispered harshly, shaking you by your arm, “wake up!”

You turned around, pushing his hand away, “I don’t have class today.”

Mark raised his eyebrows, confused, “you don’t?”

You shook your head, opening your eyes a little, hands going up to hold Mark’s cheeks against your hand, “I don’t. My lecturer cancelled class today.”

He sent you a sweet smile, “Okay. Go back to sleep, babe.”

Mark leaned down to kiss your head quickly before standing up to leave, but you reached out to hold his wrist, stopping him from leaving you. 

“What time do you end class today?” 

“4 pm.” 

***

When Mark walked down the steps, he was surprised to see you waiting for him outside of school, sitting on the bench with a pout on your lips, waiting for your boyfriend. 

Mark speed up his pace to go to you.

“Babe!” he called, “what are you doing here?” a huge grin plastered on his face. 

“You’re always waiting for me, so I decided to do the same!” you told your boyfriend. 

Mark cooed at you, placing his water bottle under his armpits as he reached out to squish your cheeks between his fingers, “you’re so cute y/n.”

You let out a whine, pulling away from his harsh grip, “let’s go.”

Before you could walk away, Mark holds you back by gripping your hand. You raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend.

“I’m craving for ice cream,” he told you cheekily.

+Day 16, Tuesday, 4:35 PM

You dip your spoon into the mango flavoured ice-cream, bringing it into your mouth, savouring the sweet taste. 

“Mark, it’s your third time we’ve eaten ice cream after class this week. Are you not tired of it?” you asked the boy who was sitting opposite of you. 

“Nope,” he shook his head with a small smile as he looked up at you, “never with my favourite girl.”

Blushing, you scoop some ice cream into your spoon and forcefully pushed it between Mark’s lips as his eyes glistened with happiness.

+Day 17, Wednesday, 11:18 AM

Mark had his laptop perched on his lap, his round glasses sitting on his nose while his eyes were trained on the computer. 

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the floor, laptop on your right while papers filled the coffee table. Your hair was tied into a messy bun—a very ugly messy bun. You scratched your hair in frustration and let out a long exhausted sigh. 

Mark had his eyes on you for a while now, he noticed how frustrated you were. And there were times where things like this happen—where you get too stressed over school and would overthink. 

“You okay there, babe?” Mark asked quietly, leaning a little towards you. He hesitated on placing his hand on your shoulder—he opted not to. 

You turn around to look at your boyfriend, tears brimming your eyes, nose rosy. You quickly shook your head no. 

“Oh, honey.”

Mark quickly put his laptop away and took a seat next to you, immediately pulling you into his arms. Once you snuggled against his neck, tears started pouring out of your eyes. Mark wasn’t very good at comforting and you knew that.

He simply patted your back softly, placing soft kisses on your hair repeatedly. 

Once you pulled away from his neck with a sniffle, Mark smiled at you, “better?”

You nodded, rubbing your nose, you looked up at him with a teary gaze, “can you help me with this?” 

Despite both of you learning different things in school, that didn’t stop both of you from helping each other.

“Of course, angel.”

And Mark explained to you what you didn’t understand. It took you some time to understand him, but Mark was always patient with you. 

Once you finally got it, he pressed a kiss on your temple, “you’re so smart, babe.”

+Day 18, Thursday, 4:34 PM

You waited for Mark outside of school, excited to tell him about how well you did for your presentation earlier. But Mark hasn’t come out after an hour.

The both of you were supposed to end at the same time today, but why isn’t he coming?

You fished out your phone to send your boyfriend a text, 

You: helo where are you ):

You: im waiting for you outside 

Unfortunately for you, he didn’t reply. To make things worse, it started raining heavily from where you were. Luckily you were waiting for him under a shelter.

With a sigh, you decided to scroll through Instagram while waiting for your boyfriend. Your eyes widened in curiosity when you noticed Mark had posted something on his Insta Story. Curious, you clicked on his profile to see a video of a girl sitting in front of him in a café. 

You were pissed. Mark could’ve told you that he would be out with someone else that day—but he didn’t. 

You thought of replying to his story but you didn’t, wanting to be the mature one in the relationship. 

Just as you were about to leave, you heard someone call your name. Turning around, your eyes widened and a smile appeared on your lips when you noticed Jaemin running towards you. 

“What are you doing here?” Jaemin asked you, “do you have an umbrella?”

You shook your head while jutting your lips out.

“Come. I’ll send you home,” he told you with a sweet smile. You opened your mouth, ready to reject his offer, but before you could, Jaemin had already held your hand, pulling you under the umbrella with him.

On the way home, Jaemin and you couldn’t stop laughing at each other’s jokes. The both of you were so bright on a gloomy day. Jaemin suggested the both of you stayed indoors for a while, which you agreed to. 

Both of you stayed in a café that Jaemin had suggested. Both of you spent hours in the café laughing at jokes and trying different cakes. 

When you reached home with Jaemin, you were ready to put your key in the hole, the door was opened by Mark. An angry Mark. 

“What are you doing here?” Mark asked Jaemin with a sharp glare, pulling you towards his side. 

“Ah, Mark, Jaemin sent me home because it was raining,” you explained, looking up at Mark.

Mark turned to you angrily, “why didn’t you—”

“Anyways, Jaemin, thank you for sending me home. I owe you one,” you quickly hugged Jaemin. 

Jaemin chuckled, “anything for you, y/n.”

+Day 19, Friday, 12:48 PM

“Are you really going to fucking act this way?” you asked Mark angrily, hands placed on your hips. 

Mark rolled his eyes as he walked away from you, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You followed him, annoyed at how he was avoiding you, “stop walking around when I’m talking to you!” 

He stopped in his tracks and faced you, frustration spread all across his face. 

“Why are you acting this way, Mark?” you asked him again, “you act like this every time I hang out with Jaemin.”

Mark took a deep breath, looking at anything but you, “maybe I don’t like you hanging out with Jaemin.”

You scoffed at your boyfriend’s words, “you know, yesterday wouldn’t have happened if you told me you were going out with someone.”

He kept quiet this time, he wasn’t sure what to say. Mark looked at you before walking away from you again. 

“Fine! Just leave like at times like this! Just like you always do!” you yelled out at him, “so childish,” you mumbled under your breath. 

+Day 20, Saturday, 8:56 PM

“Fucking Mark Lee,” you cursed, “always being childish over something small,” you rambled on, throwing the pan in the sink loudly, “why is he even my fucking boyfriend? Why did I even accept him?”

When you woke up today, Mark was gone. You didn’t think much about it, but when Mark wasn’t home after 3 pm, you started getting annoyed. You woke up at 8 am today, meaning he had left even before you had woken up. 

The moment you checked his Insta Story, he had left to hang out with the same girl 2 days ago. 

“Did he think I would get jealous over that dumb girl?” you scoffed, scrubbing the dishes roughly, “he thought wrong.”

At first, you didn’t think much about it, but after a few hours, you started stalking the girl’s account and constantly checked if Mark had uploaded anything on his Insta Story. 

“I hate Mark. He’s so good at making me feel like shit.”

Just as you said that, you heard the front door slam. You took a deep breath before approaching Mark. 

You went up to him, stopping him with your small figure, “Where were you?” you asked. 

“What are you? My mom?” he rolled his eyes. “I was with someone.”

Mark walked past you but you stopped him again as he let out an annoyed sigh. 

“Who?”

He turned around in exasperation, “Naeun.”

You crossed your arms, “since when did you both get close, huh?” you asked. 

“Since she told me she liked me.”

+Day 21, Sunday, 10:09 PM

Today, Mark didn’t go out. You didn’t either. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about what Mark had said yesterday. So mark went out with someone who had feelings for him.

Does she know Mark has a girlfriend? Will Mark like her back? Will Mark leave you? Has Mark fallen out of love?

You broke out of a daze when you felt something nudge your hand. You looked up at Mark who was looking down at you. 

“Huh?” you asked, stunned. 

He nodded his chin towards the bowl he was holding, “Eat,” he told you. You raised your eyebrows at him. He looked away, clearing his throat, “you haven’t eaten anything the whole day.”

You looked down at the bowl. Mark had made fried rice with a messy egg laid on top. A small smile spread across your lips.

He still cares. 

You gripped the bowl in your hand, “thank you.”

+Day 22, Monday, 7:37 PM

“Hey,” Mark nudged your shoulder, “do you want anything?” 

“What are you getting?” you asked, however, your eyes were fixed on your laptop as your lips bit on the string of your—Mark’s hoodie. 

“Western.”

You frown, shaking your head, “No, I’m good.”

“Kay.” 

*** 

The smell of fish & chips hit your nose, as you immediately looked up to see where the smell was coming from. Your eyes landed on Mark who had his plate of food sited on his lap. 

You lick your lips at the sight and smell of the delicious food. Mark squint his eyes mischievously at you. 

“Mark,” you called, “can I have some?” you asked, looking up at your boyfriend with a glint of hope in your eyes. 

Your boyfriend didn’t hesitate to cut up a piece and dip it in the sauce and feed you. You looked up at your boyfriend with a cute smile while munching on the delicious food as you went back to focus on your work. 

20 minutes later, instead of Mark eating, he was feeding you instead. 

“I thought you didn’t want any,” Mark grumbled while placing the fork between your lips. 

You looked up at Mark playfully, sending him a cheeky smile, “it’s really good.”

“Really?” Mark feigned confusion, “I never tried it,” he said plainly with a straight face. 

You pursed your lips and grabbed the cutleries from his hold, cutting a piece of the fish and bringing up to his lips. Mark's hands went up to your wrist to help you feed him as he ate with gusto. 

“Good?”

+Day 23, Tuesday, 5:17 PM

“Babe, I’m gonna meet Naeun, are you going to be okay?” Mark asked you, taking off his top, searching for a clean shirt. 

You bit your lip. Naeun was the reason both of you had a big fight the other day. Why is Mark still going out with her? Furthermore, she had a crush on your boyfriend, you were afraid if she would steal your man away from you. 

Mark jumped on the bed as he leaned towards you, “you okay?”

You looked down at him and sent him a fake smile. “I’m fine. What time are you coming back?” you asked softly, looking at away from Mark and directing your attention to your phone.

Mark suddenly grabbed your hands, pressing a kiss against it, as you looked at him in shock. “Baby,” he said, “if you don’t like me hanging out with Naeun, you can tell me,” he told you. 

You kept quiet. 

“Do you like me going out with Naeun?” he asked once more. 

Both of you have never gotten jealous before, and you didn’t want to break that. 

You shook your head, “you can go out with her,” you told him with a nod, your attention going back to your phone. 

Whatever you said was the opposite of what you were feeling. You didn’t want Mark to go out with her at all. You didn’t like the idea of someone else going out with your person. 

Mark sighed, “Don’t lie to me.”

You finally put your phone down and faced your boyfriend, “fine.” You sighed, “I don’t like the both of you going out together.”

“Why not?” he questioned, holding back a smile. 

You wanted to roll your eyes. He was doing this on purpose. 

“I…I don’t want you to fall out of love with me,” you whispered, “I don’t want to see you leave me and love someone else.”

Mark sent you a sweet smile, “you don’t have to worry because that will never happen.” 

+Day 24, Wednesday, 1:55 PM

“Done?” Mark questions, you nodded. “Let’s go.”

He passed you your bag, while he grabs his own. “I’ll send you to class.” 

You raised your eyebrows at his words, “isn’t your class at the other end of the building?”

Both of you shared your timetable with each other at the start of the year, and you knew where his class were at. 

“It’s okay,” he sent you a sweet smile, “I’ll make it in time.”

+Day 25, Thursday, 11:08 AM

“Hi, Mark,” Naeun waved at Mark sending him a flirty smile while tucking her hair behind her ear. “Who is this?” she asked, looking at you. 

You wanted to roll your eyes at the glare she was sending you. 

“She’s my girlfriend. I told you about her,” Mark stated, his arms wrapping around your waist protectively. 

“Ah,” Naeun gasped softly. “well, um, I was thinking if you want to go out today? I got an extra ticket for—” 

Mark frowned, “I can’t, I’m hanging out with my girl today. Sorry, Naeun!” 

Right after saying that, both you and Mark walked away, with you giggling next to him. 

+Day 26, Friday, 10:00 AM

You: Markie!!!!!

Markie Pooh: what do you want bitch ass

You: rude!!

You: I need to borrow your sweater ;;

Markie Pooh: ): why

Markie Pooh: it’s my fav sweater babey ):

You: its so cold in this room ):

You: I’m literally freezing rn

Markie Pooh: argh fine

Markie Pooh: you’re so spoiled wtf

Markie Pooh: what room r u in bby

#mark #mark lee #mark lee scenarios #mark lee drabbles #mark lee angst #mark lee fluff #mark lee smut #nct #nct127 #nct dream #nct u #superm #wayv #scenarios #drabbles #angst #fluff #smut #imagines #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct angst #nct fluff #nct smut

[bobasriduur]

Got bored and decided to write a fanfic for my interpretation of a Danganronpa Pokémon trainer au. Also no dialogue cause I suck at those ✌🏻

Hajime sat next to his fish tank with Eevee curled up in his lap asleep. He was currently watching as the different small water types swam to and fro. Izuru decided to gift him a fish tank years ago to help him with anxiety, witch helps him a lot, but he also just likes watching it due to the calming affects watching fish swim in a tank provides, like his own little private section of the sea all to himself. Though if he had to be honest, he was excited for later, for today was his and Nagito’s anniversary and Nagito decided to surprise him early with plans of going scuba diving in Melemele Sea. Hajime’s thoughts were interrupted by Eevee stretching, for the fluffy white Pokémon decided to finally start waking up, before starring at the clock reading 12:30 am, meaning it was time to meet Nagito outside. Nagito was already at the beach of Hau’oli Outskirts, just a little farther away from their house and to the right. He had apparently finished setting up their blanket and started pulling out various things for sandwiches while Hope lied next to him. the Absol’s white fur blew gently in the wind and her sharp green eyes stared as Hajime and Eevee approached, and her mega stone seemed to sparkle under the sun’s rays. Finally when everyone was done eating, both boys decided to finally put on their scuba gear and head out, leaving Eevee and Hope laying on the blanket. It took a few minutes but finally, they arrived to their destination and went in the water and once Hajime’s eyes opened, he was greeted with the beautiful sight Melemele Sea had to offer. He watched as a school of magikarp swam practically over his head and Nagito taking pictures of a group of corsola, before trying to catch one. Turning his gaze, he managed to get a picture of a mantine with its baby. The Mantyke was apparently not very afraid of humans, for just as Nagito caught up to him, the baby Pokémon seemed to have noticed him and quickly made a beeline for the white haired male. However, was redirected to the mother, pushing with her right wing to guide the baby to continue on their path. Nagito, however was able to reach his hand out to pet the Mantyke, making the baby do a spin in delight. As the day progressed, they managed to get various pictures of various Pokémon, beautiful and colorful coral and plant life. All in all a nice day, however, as they we’re about to ascend back to their boat, they found themselves in the center of the biggest school of fish they’ve seen all day. Their eyes widened in surprised delight as it turned out to be a school of Luvdisc, their beautiful rose colored scales shimmered in the evening sun. Making sure to get as much pictures as he could. Hajime tried to while Nagito was wearing a snorlax onsie. As Hajime walked up to Nagito to thank him for the fun day he had and to hug him, Nagito mentioned that he had a second surprise for him. Telling to close his eyes before he was handed what felt about 6 Pokéballs. Once he opened his eyes, he was presented with exactly 5 pokéballs and a love ball,witch Nagito said to let out first. The first 2 were luvdiscs, so in the end, he was able to add a couple of them to his tank after all. The next 3 were corsola, each greeting the two with a cry of happiness as they were lifted into the tank. Finally, Nagito handed over a love ball, the beautiful pink ball fascinated him. He knew Nagito caught Hope in a love ball, but he always assumed he only had the one. Releasing the Pokémon, he was greeted with another Luvdisc with beautiful golden scales inside of the usual pink. Nagito went onto explain that the miscolored water type was found when he caught the first two and that there was another just like the one he caught but it swam away before he could have the chance to catch it. In the end, Hajime decided to name this gold Luvdisc, Luna. Once Luna was placed into the fish tank, Hajime hugged Nagito in thanks. In the end, they cuddled up to each other and watched as Luna swam to and fro happily in her new home.

#komahina #pokémon

[ivarthebadbitch]

Strange things can happen

Chapter 7 summary: Aldreda and Ivar have a cultural exchange. Ivar hatches a plan of his own.

Canon divergent, everybody lives, arranged marriage AU after 4x14. Read this chapter on Ao3.

Previous chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

On Ao3: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

Pairings: Ivar x OC, Ivar vs. basically everyone

Warnings: None

Word count: 1856

Notes: I 100% made up the “cultural” stuff in this chapter, don’t get mad at me.

Tagged: @youbloodymadgenius @heavenly1927 @nukyster-blog @bae-roman @adhdnightmare (let me know if you would like to be tagged)

CHAPTER 7: Maybe someday

With the majority of the Mercian rebels either killed, captured, or fled, a treaty skewed heavily in favor of Wessex was swiftly drawn up and signed by the victorious and defeated parties. Aldreda’s father was clearly pleased with the turn of events, and he allowed her, Aethelred, Alfred, and Ivar to witness the signing. Afterwards, he hugged Aldreda and her brothers and even gave Ivar an awkward pat on the shoulder.

As everyone else began packing up camp outside to return home, Aldreda and Ivar lingered to look at the treaty. “So that’s it, then?” Ivar asked. He turned the piece of parchment sideways and frowned. “This chicken scratch is the agreement between Wessex and Mercia? A good rain would wash the ink right out. Or I could tear it in half. And then...no more treaty.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please don’t. My father is already upset with you.”

“I just think it is a stupid way to make an agreement. It’s just parchment. It doesn’t mean anything.”

She took the treaty out of his hands in case he changed his mind and decided to tear it up. Or eat it. “So how would your people do it, then?”

“Easy. You make your agreement and swear an oath, and then you perform a sacrifice so that the gods will be witnesses to it and show favor. Usually a goat.” He regarded her thoughtfully and then shook his head. “Well, I see the problem. You Christians don’t do sacrifices. How does your god know when you make an agreement?”

“Maybe He reads it over later,” Aldreda said dryly. “The whole reason to write it down and sign it is to record the details of the agreement so that all parties can be held to account if they break it. What happens if you make an agreement with someone, take an oath, perform a sacrifice, and later on the other person claims that you agreed to something else?”

Ivar shrugged. “Challenge him to single combat for lying. Then you kill him and take his land and his wife as your own.”

“Ah. Of course,” she said. “Well, then, what about us? You and I made an agreement, but we did not perform a sacrifice as your people would do, so your gods don’t recognize it. Nor did we write it down.”

“That is true.” He gave her a thoughtful look, even though she hadn’t been entirely serious. “So what do you want to do about it?”

“Write it down,” she said on impulse, reaching for the quill and ink pot left on the table. She took her small prayer book out of her pocket and flipped to the blank final page. Near the bottom, she wrote in small, neat letters: Ivar and Aldreda have an agreement. She signed her name underneath and handed the quill to Ivar.

He took it hesitantly. “I can’t write,” he said.

She pointed out his name on the page. “Just try to copy this,” she told him.

He studied his name for a moment, frowning, and then he set the quill to the parchment and laboriously drew the letters. They came out crooked and wobbly, but it was undeniably his name, and she felt a sudden surge of pride. “It takes practice, but not so bad, right?” she said as she tucked the book back inside her pocket.

“No,” he said. He sounded a little surprised. “So, we wrote it down like you wanted. Now we should make a sacrifice.”

She arched an eyebrow. “I am not sacrificing a goat. I hope you will understand.”

“It doesn’t have to be a goat.” He pulled out a knife.

Aldreda hesitated, and he rolled his eyes at her. “Don’t look at me like that. What, do you really think I’d kill you? Right here in the middle of your father’s camp? Even if I wanted to, I’m not that stupid. We can use your knife if you want. I know you have one.”

She did have one, but that was beside the point. She watched as he nicked his index finger with a small hiss. Then he held out the knife to her, handle first, and after a moment she accepted it from him and followed suit. He took her hand and pressed their fingers together. It felt strangely intimate. She could feel her face turning red.

“There,” he said. “Now our oath is sealed in blood.”

He wiped his bloody finger on his pants while she pressed down on hers to stop the bleeding. “I thought you were going to tell me to lick your finger or something,” she joked. “Don’t you pagans drink blood?”

He looked up in surprise. “Oh, of course, we can do that too if you want.”

“Ah...no. That won’t be necessary. Thank you.”

                                                            ***

A plan began taking shape in Ivar’s mind in earnest as they made their slow and bumpy way back to Wessex. To make his way home to Kattegat, he would need somebody to help smuggle him many miles to the coast and get him on a boat. The only reason anyone in this place would do that would be for a substantial amount of money. So he needed to find someone greedy. Or, even better—someone desperate. And beyond that, he needed a bribe, since his fellow conspirator would not be satisfied with empty promises. He would want to see payment upfront. Something valuable enough to make it worth the risk.

His eyes went to Aldreda’s gold necklace.

“You look thoughtful,” she said in an amused voice, and he almost jumped. Though they had started this trip to Mercia bickering, at some point along the way he could feel something had changed between them. It made him a little uneasy that he was beginning to actually like her company, and that she seemed to like his more and more. But he couldn’t allow that to be a distraction.

“That priest your father sent to teach me,” he said. “Father...Wilfred, I think. Why did Aethelwulf choose him?”

“I suppose because he knows your language,” she said with a shrug.

“Not as some sort of punishment for him, then.”

“Well, now that you say that…” She frowned and then leaned forward and lowered her voice, even though it was just the two of them in the carriage. “There was a scandal a few months back. Father Wilfred and a few other priests were caught gambling using church funds. My grandfather and the bishop decided to be merciful because his skill in Norse and in Frankish is useful, but he had to pay back the funds he had stolen, which I believe was a substantial amount. It is possible that teaching you is also part of his penance.”

Perfect. Ivar forced himself to keep his expression neutral. He couldn’t give her any hint of what he was planning to do. “I would like to continue my lessons with Father Wilfred,” he said. “I want to know more about your religion.”

Aldreda stared at him in surprise, and for a moment, he thought she would see right through his subterfuge. But then she unexpectedly gave him a warm smile. “I will tell my father; he will be pleased to hear it.” She added almost shyly, “And I am pleased to hear it too.”

He blushed and looked away, unable to stop himself. She looked happier than he had ever seen her in the past several weeks since they had married. 

“Oh, but Ivar—” she said—had she called him by his name before now?—“don’t torment the poor priest like you did last time. If you want some parchment to gnaw on, I’m sure we can find some scraps around.”

She was actually teasing him. Somehow, he didn’t mind. He rolled his eyes at her but smiled back. “Fine. I promise.”

Aldreda leaned back in her seat and gave him an almost hesitant look. “Will you tell me about your home?” she asked shyly. “I’ve never been outside of Wessex, except for this trip.”

“Kattegat?” He took a moment to think about what to say. “The city is on the edge of the bay, surrounded by mountains. It was small when I was born, not much more than a fishing village—that was before my father became king. When I was a child, of course, I thought it was the entire world. Now it’s much bigger and merchants come from all over to sell things. You see all kinds of people there, not like here.

“It gets cold in the winters, but in the great hall where my parents sit, it is always warm,” he continued. “Everyone gathers in there for meetings and feasts. In the summer, I would go with my brothers to the hunting cabin in the mountains to fish and hunt deer and rabbits. The forest there is so thick that even during the middle of the day, it always stays cool and dark…”

There was more he could tell her about Kattegat, like the excitement of the horns blowing when ships arrived in the harbor, or how the hills were carpeted with purple wildflowers in spring, or about the secret waterfall where he sometimes went swimming with his brothers. His heart suddenly felt tight in his chest as he remembered all the things he missed from home. He wondered what his family was doing without him and how long it would take before they no longer noticed his absence. It was almost unbearable to think about.

“Sometimes we sacrifice goats, that sort of thing,” he finally finished, just to make her laugh. “We’re heathens, after all.”

“I’d like to see it,” she sighed. “Not the sacrificing goats part, but everything else. Perhaps my grandfather will allow it someday.”

It was wishful thinking and they both knew it. He allowed himself to imagine what that would be like anyway. His brothers would tease them mercilessly and his mother would initially be suspicious since she had never approved of the marriage in the first place, but with time they would be won over. And perhaps Aldreda would like to see the ocean, since there was none at Ecbert’s court in Winchester. She was sure to be surprised by the size of the mountains. 

He shook his head. That was never going to happen. He was going to find a way to get home and that would be the end of it, and it would be better for both of them. She could marry again, this time to someone more suitable. She might be upset about it for a little while, and then she would move on. 

“Maybe someday,” he ended up telling her. “But you should improve your Norse first. Your accent is horrible.”

They didn’t speak much after that, but after a little while, she reached out and took his hand. Then, she hesitantly leaned forward and kissed him quickly on the lips. She sat back, blushing furiously—he was certain his face was as red as hers was—and looked away. 

Still, she kept holding on to his hand. He couldn’t quite bring himself to let go.

#vikings #ivar the boneless #fanfiction #fic: strange things can happen

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Tuesday 28 July 1835

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No kiss.  very fine morning F70° at 7 am   read from page 173 to 192 while A- dressed and E- did my hair - breakfast at 9 ½ to 10 25 - had Mr Brown - no mention of perspective - talked of castle Howard etc he made no remark worth notice -A- and he off to sketch at 10 35 - I sat cutting my nails and my right forefinger (a little in opening my knife) and wrote out the whole of yesterday till 11 20 am - then till 12 ¾ inking over pencil accounts and writing rough copy of letter to London about a school master and mistress. Out at 12 55 with E- went along the Ilkley road - good view of the abbey from the raised [?] of the road - to take wine and sandwiches and strawberries to A- too busy sketching on the south side (the new road to Ilkley at a small distance 50 or 60 yards off on this side) to think of eating - left Eugenie to walk about while I went for the girl to let us into the cloister’s garden - In passing Mr Spink’s house formerly the Abbots, a civil woman came and shewed me over the house - Mr S- a respectable farmer - lets off the new part of his house to Lodgers who come during the summer - has now a family of the name of Dixon from Sweden! - the kitchen and a sitting room in the same straight line, but on different levels, interesting old rooms each roofed by a lofty groined arch - the sitting room wainscoted (dark oak bright-rubbed) to a height of about near 6ft a neat plain chimney piece, and the plain stone mantel-piece painted a dark oak looks very well - sauntered in the garden - then to Johnston’s for the key - he is gamekeeper and concierge of the abbey - Lord Cardigan has a great deal of property hereabouts - reaching from here to Wakefield - he has not been here these 17 years but his son Lord Bingham of the Lancers, and his lady were here last year (while quartered at Leeds) and much pleased with the abbey and the tidiness of Mr Spink’s house and farm - back at the abbey ½ hour at 1 35 - then sat in the cloister’s garden as yesterday and read from page 192 to 223 till 2 ¾ when A- and Mr Brown came and had the sandwiches etc E- and I brought - walked about the garden with A- for 20 minutes after her sandwiches and strawberries she being rather tired of sitting - at 3 50 she sat down again to make a little sketch in the garden but here the air being confined and the sun coming in, she was almost knocked up in about an hour - then changed her place and went outside to take a sketch from the west where she was cooler and better and sat till 6 ¼ - I had in the meanwhile resumed my seat in the garden and read forwards to page 279 Bertrand’s Revolutions of the glove [globe]- home at 6 25 - A- tired and lay down - Mr Brown staid behind looking in vain for the pencil she had lost that we did not dine till 6 50 - at 8 A- went and lay down for about an hour then returned - Mr Brown talked of architecture and free masonry  - wrote and sent to the Antiquarian society a paper shewing that the old gothic ornaments had often some reference to the Trinity - the society call his system the Trinitarian system of ecclesiastical architecture - something having reference to free-masonry he was not at liberty to explain - talked much of the vesica piscis a gothic emblem of Christ - as the air bladder of the fish is its main support in the water, so is Christ our support - Christ called Icthies [Ichthys] ie fish and JHS over one altars did not stand for Jesus hominum salvator as commonly supposed but for the 3 principal letters of Icthies [Ichthys]  Greek for fish (I observed he meant ιχθύς) which word was (composed of the 1st letters of an anagram) of Jesus Theos Christus filius  (υιος) soter Ιησδς  Χριςοζ θεος νιος σωτηρ [Ιησους Χριστος θεος υιος σωτηρ]  the 1st letters of these [?] words forming ιχθύς Christians were therefore called fish and to call a man an odd fish  was to call him an odd Christian - could not call a Jew an odd fish - there was a fish on the ancient tombs of many Christian buried at Rome - the vesica piscis is a pointed oval - (an oval bag pointed at each end) Alber [Albrecht] Durer had left a drawing of it, so that we clearly certain what this ornament represented - the glory round the head of Christ is put in the shape of the vesica piscis - the vesica is frequent in churches - wherever the vesica is the circle or symbol of eternity is sure to be placed at the other end of the church opposite to it - the marigold window in York minster represents the vesica piscis and over it is a triangle equilateral and equiangular representing the Triune Gold Free Masonry a  religious institution and was formerly a school for the study of architecture geometry and the sciences - a free mason must be a believer in the holy trinity - the higher order of ecclesiastics used formerly to give the give the plans and the free masons who travelled about were the workmen that executed them - they were formerly subject to no power but the pope, and the higher ecclesiastics who were always  free masons - one woman somewhere in Ireland somehow got made a free mason, and is now living and a very good mason - the French free masons are tried on entering by too much nonsense - a system of delusive terrors to try their courage - Napoleon a free mason and a very good one - whenever the captain of a vessel taken by the French was a free mason Napoleon always contrived to send home Captain and crew, and never put them in the prison - Mr Brown has a system of architecture as well as perspective in hand - is making great inquiries about the herb Aven, in Littleton’s Latin Dictionary herb bonnet, or Benedictum wrustz -  i.e. Geum urbanum, flower yellow 5 petals, leaves 3 segments winged and hairy. Do the awns and the seed leave the stalk at the same time? or do the awns leave the seed before the seed leaves the stalk? the Geum rivale suffers from the Geum urbanum in its flower being a dirty crimson - no crosier used to be made without being ornamented with the Geum urbanum - In the gothic architecture of York minster there are used

the oak                    flower           fruit                 leaves

the aven                   ditto              ditto               ditto

the thorn                 ditto              ditto              ditto

the vine                                           ditto               ditto

the ivy                                             ditto               ditto

the laurel                                                               ditto

the rose                   ditto                                     ditto and beds

the waterlily             ditto              ditto               ditto

the maple               ditto              ditto               ditto

  Mr B-‘s  work drawings of the different ornaments in sequel to Halfpenny will now come out soon as Mr B- has got his son off from the artillery corps, and the young man will etch for him - Mr B- told the story of Mr Harper and Messrs. Smith and Douglas leaving the perspective class at the Mechanics institute because Mr B- who was teaching for another person would not teach his (B-‘s) own method - could not he said afford to give his bread away (the merit of his discovery) for nothing - Mr H- knows nothing of prospective is very faulty in it yet teaches gives lessons in it and his clerk gives lessons  in  common drawing - Came to my room at 10 pm at which hour F70° in my bedroom  - very fine day - A- coming from the abbey to dine found George arrived from York about 1pm the pony better but not quite well, and hurt again a little with the saddle! terrible!  Barr of York made the saddle for Hotspur

before my uncle’s death - cannot make saddles in the country  - George brought Cooper’s bill £2.2.0 and a letter from Mr William Paver Clementhorpe near York dated the 17th declining the Lightcliffe school - very fortunate.

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Never say never - Chapter 6

So, here’s the next instalment of this little romcom story...

°6° ~Victoria~

“But, I insist upon apologising to the other people in attendance, again.” Victoria hated apologising, but Martin had been right in telling her off about snubbing people who had done her no harm…this far.

Knowing that it would make Martin laugh, she snatched up a bowl of peanuts and held it in her palms like an offering.

As expected, the man beside her doubled over in hilarity, holding his sides as the wheezing grew painful. The polite but confused looks of his friends and colleagues seemed an endless well of amusement to him.

“Ah, thank you.” Hiddleston took up one of the nuts gingerly and shoved it into his mouth as if it had been a ritualistic offering indeed. “See? The tamest of…beasts.” Martin whispered into her ear, and she was tempted to pat the golden hair on the man soothingly.

Following the other man’s example, Armitage also picked a nut and ate it, keeping his eyes questioningly on her face.

“Look pleased, girl, smile at them.” Martin said in a hushed voice, nudging her in the side gently.

Victoria was almost sure that she was grimacing, her teeth bared awkwardly, but she had never been good at smiling on command and this fraught situation was, unfortunately, no exception to this shortcoming of hers.

“So, tell us, what did you refer to when you called this a “nerd-fest”?” Martin prompted her gently to speak, seemingly understanding that direct exhortations would get him nowhere with her. It was, in general, always best to come at a petrified Victoria sideways, starting a seemingly inconsequential conversation and letting it flow from there.

“There are literally dolls of you.” Victoria scoffed, moving her hands vaguely in front of her body in an imitation of how a child would play with a doll. “Not soft though, hard plastic…” Her hands sunk back, she was making a fool of herself.

“Dolls?” Liza hooted gleefully. “Well, I’ve also seen the theatre productions.” Victoria said, just a moment too late, her voice tinged with resentment again. She hated being caught unawares and being goaded into saying stupid shit.

“No, you tell me more about the dolls.” Liza was having fun, but her expression was devoid of malice or ill-will.

“Liza, I have seen those funny movies with the costumes and the creatures and…” Victoria sighed, she didn’t remember the names and she was already at a disadvantage here. She felt caught and put on the spot amidst these people who, naturally, knew those movies so well, down to the very lines of the characters.

“And did you like them?” The good beast, Tom as he had introduced himself with a smile, was grinning at her warmly again. Yes, she could see what Jenna saw in him, he seemed to radiate warmth and a polite friendliness.

“Oh, yes, very much. It was a bit…sad though.” Victoria shrugged. She was not ready to explain to a bunch of strangers that she didn’t like seeing bad family relations and vicious fights, as her reality had enough of those to last for a lifetime.

Liza looked at her questioningly, but after a moment, she understood. She had seen Vic pick up on the most random things, but strained family relationships and weird homosexual undertones were always amongst the things that moved her most. Also, like most soft-hearted, even though Vic was equally hard-headed, women, Victoria hated untimely deaths.

Maybe, her plan would work after all. All she had to do now was to draw back and hope that Armitage had a tad of charm on his own. He had taken the peanut and he was giving them his best constipated smile.

Waving discreetly at her wife, she withdrew, pulling Jenna along with her, much to the chagrin of the young woman.

“That is one good-looking man.” She sighed under her breath and Liza turned around, scanning the room for the person her wife’s employee might have meant by those words. Martin followed them discreetly, coaxing Benedict along with the promise of more cakes and sandwiches (and a prime vantage point to follow the developments of their plan).

“Where are you all going now? What?” Vic called out, distress in her voice. “I’ll be right back; you stay with Armitage.” Liza grinned suavely, physically shoving Jenna along as she dug her heels into the carpeted floor.

Victoria blinked, looking up at the man in front of her until she could feel herself grow slightly dizzy.

“Oh darn it! That’s it. I’m done trying to be pretty.” She cursed under her breath, opened her tiny clutch bag and fished out a pair of gold-rimmed, round glasses that she put on resolutely. Unfortunately, she could not suppress the gasp.

“Oh Saints.” She sighed under her breath as the slightly blurry surroundings became sharper instantly. She had known that these were dangerous men, but she had believed that her myopy and the artistry of the editors had embellished them considerably; suffice it to say that she was shocked to find that she had been wrong.

~Richard~

They had left her alone with that woman. Not entirely alone of course, Hiddleston was still hovering around, but Martin that treacherous weasel had followed the cakes and the gentler women, leaving him stranded with this surprising creature whose eyes made it quite hard for him to find something relevant to say.

She blinked owlishly up at him until he thought that she’d go cross-eyed. To his surprise – another one – she usually wore glasses and when she put them on, an obscene sound of pleasure escaped her half-open lips.

Again, she called to the Saints, pushing the glasses up before they had even had the chance or the time to slip, which told him that she wore her glasses more consistently than him and probably had done so for a long time.

She had made an inane comment about no longer attempting to be pretty, before putting on her glasses but that made no sense at all to him, as her glasses were beautiful and, in a strange way, so was she.

Obviously, pushing up her glasses was a habit or a tick as she did it twice while looking at him as if he was a painting in a museum rather than a real, living, breathing person. Then again, he stood nearly as still as a statue under her forbidding, critical gaze that roamed over his face with detached curiosity.

“Hmmm, how do you find the 1971 Armitage then?” Hiddleston stood next to her, eating peanuts, and joining her in her intense study of the immobile man facing them. No doubt, he deserved the attribute of “stony” now, Richard thought, dismayed to be the butt of the joke after all. He had known that had been a risk and he had walked right into it.

“1971?” She asked absent-mindedly, throwing a quick questioning look at her interlocutor before returning her gaze to him, and Richard flinched a little bit. Why did that man have to lead with his age when talking to a woman that young?

“A collectible, I’m sure.” Hiddleston purred, his voice laden with affectation which made Victoria chuckle again.

Hmmm, if it made her laugh rather than growl and spit, he would be standing there and be mocked for a little while longer, Richard decided. She looked like she needed a laugh.

“Not quite an antique.” Victoria opined, but Hiddleston was quick to reassure her: “Almost though. It’s been wonderfully preserved.” Again, that pealing, throaty laughter resounded, and Richard’s own mouth curled into an indulgent smile.

“This deserves to be in a gallery.” Victoria murmured, her voice devout and strangely vulnerable.

“I am right here; I can hear you.” Richard interjected, without much hope to break up their little game.

“AAAH, as you can see, Ma’am, it is unfortunately haunted. It can tell the time…if you hang it opposite a clock that is…” Hiddleston was quick to take Richard’s intervention in his stride, giving himself an apologetic expression that amused Victoria greatly. “Haunted? A piece of art so young?” She expressed her doubt and suspicion.

“Yes, yes…It’s looking for a good home though, a nice attic or a cellar maybe…” Hiddleston was waving his hands around Richard’s face as if to dazzle Victoria by the speed of his movements, an old trick salespeople used to distract from the inferior quality of their wares.

“I have a home, thank you, Hiddleston. I am not a piece of junk to be sold for 50p in a yard-sale.” Richard growled.

Her face grew grave, and he wondered what dark thought had crossed her mind to make her smile die on her lips. Immediately, he regretted having cut short their fun. He really was the grumpy, old sad sack he never wanted to be.

~Victoria~

When Tom spoke of attics and cellars, Victoria was immediately reminded of the stately house her father had raised her in. She could imagine a man like that one living there, she could picture a painting of a man such as that hanging in the great hall over the fireplace or high above the broad staircase winding its way to the two separate wings of the manor.

He had a skin like the Italian marble that had been so ridiculously slippery and that had made her afraid to take a fatal tumble down the very same staircase. Many people had told her that the idea was ludicrous and overly dramatic, but she knew it to be possible. Her mother had died that way.

Yes, there had been a bottle of bourbon and some prescription drugs in the mix as well, but the fact remained that her mother had fallen down the staircase and died on the spot from a broken neck. Father had replaced that patch of marble, but its veining was different, and they all hated that marred, ugly square that stood out like a sore thumb.

Thinking of her childhood home invariably made her sad; but she couldn’t deny that Richard Armitage would have fitted better into the décor than the little girl she had been.

He would look terribly imposing on the steps of the stairs or sitting in the huge armchairs in front of the roaring fire in the library. He would not be swallowed by every piece of furniture, he would not look out of place in the huge copper bathtub, and he would certainly not blend into the dark corners of the much too spacious rooms when the main lights were turned down. Maybe, she would have to get a painting of him and try to sneak it in to see if her father would even notice.

“Would that he were a painting.” She murmured, a desperate note sneaking into her voice that Tom picked up on immediately. There was pain in this woman, and he could see the gooseflesh on her arms as she tried to keep still. Evidently, she was on the verge of breaking into another run, unable to cope with something that distressed her, a thing that escaped his notice though…which frustrated him, as he really wanted to help her.

“So, you prefer the theatre to the cinema?” He asked, hoping it would be the right path to choose.

Victoria took a deep breath; this was what Liza and Angie had aimed for, for her to meet new people and talk about herself again. “I don’t know, I’ve only been to the movie theatre a few times before. It was a long time ago though.”

She could remember the smell of popcorn and of anticipation as the room grew dark and the screen lit up like a window to another world. Even then, she had been consumed with an absurd fear to be among so many other people; terrified of what they might think of her if she was to gasp or cry at the wrong moment, so she stayed immobile.

The man who would marry and divorce her within 10 years had thought that she had hated the experience and hence had not asked her to go to the cinema often afterwards. Maybe, if he had believed that she liked it, he would have taken her instead of other girls and this shared hobby would have strengthened their bond rather than frazzle it.

Victoria coughed, she had said too much already, and her heart was pounding. She was not ready for this.

“I’m sorry. I have to go home. I’m not feeling well.” She uttered hastily, turning to leave.

She was a terrible person; she had tried to make things right and all she had managed were fits and starts, broken off conversations that would leave a stale taste on the silver tongues of these men.

“I…can’t.” She stammered to no-one in particular as she waved at her friends and vanished before they could make their way back through the room to keep her from leaving like an absurd perversion of Cinderella.

She wanted to say how sorry she was, she wanted to thank them for their kindness, but she just couldn’t…so, she ran, her feet drumming against the pavement and her dress soaking up the moisture of the ground as she made for the next corner to catch a cab.

By the time she arrived home, her chest was heaving frantically, and she was crying with panic and distress.

When she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, Victoria had to admit to herself that she was irrevocably broken. She had had the great honour to meet people so fascinating and charming that many a woman would have torn out her own throat to be in her shoes and yet, she had not been able to shake the ghosts haunting her every breath, dogging her every step, spoiling her every pleasure.

Whatever Angie and Liza had thought they could achieve here, it would not happen, it never could.

~Richard~

That woman was utterly confusing. There were threads of a vibrant, quick-witted, funny person shining through behind a veil of confused anger, but somehow, they couldn’t get a hold of her.

In his mind, he could not reconcile the words he had read on the pages with the wide-eyed distress on her face; there was such a difference between the person he had imagined her to be and the person she had turned out to be in reality.

Now, it was true that his own taciturn demeanour had not been exactly conducive to drawing out the parts of her she was obviously hiding from the world, shielding them like deep wounds or fragile saplings.

Hiddleston however… that man was charming and even he had not managed to make her let down her guard for more than a few minutes at a time.

“What the fuck have you done to her?” Elizabeth stormed over, dismay writ plain on her face.

No, she had been angry before, she has bloody screamed at YOU, Richard thought, you cannot blame us for her leaving…but he still felt responsible and a tiny bit guilty. If he had been a little more open, she might have felt less insecure.

She has made it very clear that she’s afraid of you, he reminded himself, and you have done nothing to assuage her fears. No, you’ve given her your crooked, sharp-edged smiles that must indeed have looked like a predator baring its teeth at her more than the shy warmth he wanted them to convey.

“We were nice, all was well until Armitage gave her one of those cold, snide smiles.” Hiddleston shrugged and Richard felt weirdly hurt and betrayed even though he could hear that it had been a joke. Cold, a thing he had been called much too often and that made him despair within his own heart. He had not chosen his face and even after 50 years of life, he could not outrun its angular repulsiveness.

She had not known him well enough to be prejudiced, maybe, she would have been able to find warmth where others saw ice, but he had not managed to make her see. Also, Hiddleston had not been a great help.

“Awww, Richard, come on!” Martin sighed, disappointed, as if he was pursuing some ulterior motive Richard ignored.

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something tragic about you (Geralt x reader)

Chapter 6

length: 1,717

tw: canon-typical violence

author’s note: I hope this chapter was worth the wait; I’m pretty happy with it! I just made Solma up, I imagine it as a small city. Fair warning that I think the next chapter will be the last.  Thanks for reading!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You aren’t ready yet to face any more people, so you walk along the road all night, slipping into the treeline as the sun rises.  The ground is too wet to sleep on, and your shoes are soaked through and muddy, but after some searching you find a tree with thick enough branches to sit on comfortably, resting against the trunk.  You climb high enough to not worry about wolves and hang your shoes to dry; you fall asleep quickly despite the early winter chill in the air.

But your sleep is fitful, plagued by dreams full of blood and heartache that feel more like premonitions than you would like.  You don’t sleep long enough and are too exhausted to climb down quite yet, so you waste more time up in the tree, eat up half your loaf of bread and cheese, ponder how far less-than-a-day’s-ride is, how long it takes to walk it.

But no, that’s a foolish thought and you’re a foolish woman for thinking it.  You should not expect to see the Witcher again.  You should not be hoping for people to come into your life for good, to stay.  How many times must you learn the lesson that the ones you care for are torn from you or turn on you?  Your parents, the boy you trusted.  The Witcher, someday, if you would have stayed with him.

Huffing, you tug on your mostly-dry shoes, clamber down to the ground.  Your arm hurts from the strain but does not reopen.  You leave the bloodstained bandage at the base of the tree.  Soon enough you will only have scars to remind you of the Witcher who saved your life.

It is well past midday when you get back on the road, walking the muddy way to Solma.  When you finally see it on the horizon, painted golden by the light, it seems like a city out of a fairytale, so much grander than anything you have ever seen before.  You do your best to not let it awe you, but how could it not?

The outskirts of town have more farms than your whole village, and the first real street of cobblestone is lined with two taverns, a brothel, an inn, apothecary, potionmaster… 

What you wouldn’t give to have been dropped in this town as a child.  But then again, you likely would not have met Geralt, which of course doesn’t matter as you won’t see him again and doesn’t change the cruelty you endured before him and will continue to endure after.

And then, as if summoned by thinking of him, wishing for him, you hear his name spoken aloud.

“Geralt of Rivia was hired to get rid of them.”

“If anyone can do it it’s the Butcher, alright.”

“And if not, that’s one less fucking Witcher on the continent.”

There are so many people streaming past you, you whirl to give faces to the voices, and there: two young men, walking towards a bar. 

“I hear Konrad told him there were only two,” one says with a cruel smile, “Thought he might not accept the job if he knew there was a whole pack of them.”

There’s a roaring in your ears, your head a mess of thoughts you can’t string together, your focus narrowing to a point.

“Wonder if we’ll be hearing of the Butcher of Blaviken found dead.”

“Any day now, I reckon.”

No.  No.  He saved you.  He saved you from your life, and you will not let that debt go unpaid.  You will save him in turn, or die trying.

You catch one of the men by the sleeve in the doorway of the bar, certainly sound deranged when you say, “Tell me where I can get a weapon.”

He looks as if he wants to shake you off, instead points, tells you the smith is just down the road.

He turns, but you don’t let go.

“And the Drowners.  Point me in their direction.”

His friend sneers, “A little thing like you?  What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to save the gods damned White Wolf,” you snarl, “And if you don’t tell me where he is and I find him dead, I will hunt you down and gut you.”

Both of their faces are wiped of smiles, and they stammer over each other to tell you, east, the Drowners have been hunting from the swamp a mile out of town.

“Thank you.”  You turn on your heel to jog to the smith, whispering to yourself, “Gut them?  What the hell am I doing?”

The blacksmith sells you a dagger for seven gold pieces, a steep price for a small weapon, but you don’t have the knowledge or time to dispute it, so you thank him and go.  On your hurried way through town you pass through an open market, the sights and smells so new and inviting, but all you can picture is Geralt walking through it on his way to a hunt he wasn’t prepared for.  

The mile to the swamp is the longest of your life.

You arrive around dusk, dagger clutched in your hands, your heart pounding wildly.  You killed Lyden, but that is different than defeating a creature that lives to hunt and is likely starving this far north on the edge of winter.

Out here there is no dry land, and you are ankle deep in freezing mud and so fucking enraged that Geralt was sent out here to die.

That rage does not protect you from the Drowners, though.  The swamp water is to your knees when you hear squelching footsteps approaching and you cannot tell where they are coming from until it is almost on you, a cadaverous humanoid towering over you.  You duck under its reaching arms, a stroke of dumb luck, and while it is turned you tackle it, clinging to the slimy skin with one arm and driving your dagger into its head with the other, again and again and again until it drops, you tumbling down into the murky water with it.  

You pant out heavy breaths and get to your feet, feeling unsteady when you hear a familiarly rough voice bark, “Look out!”

You turn and another one is right there, right in your face, pushing you down and you hear Geralt’s sword singing through the air, tearing through Drowners, but all of that is dimmed when you lose your footing and the creature shoves your head underwater.  Geralt is too far away to help you and you panic for a moment--you do not want to die, don’t want to be drowned out here, don’t want Geralt to have to deal with your death if he lives--but you are not a damsel in distress, never were much of one and you certainly aren’t after murdering your keeper.

You shove your blade up, grit your teeth at the effort of ripping through the monster’s belly, its stinking guts spilling onto you as you shove it off.  You come up spluttering, gasping, but Geralt might still need your help and that thought urges you to stand, eyes darting until they find the Witcher facing the last of the Drowners.  You watch as he slices the head cleanly from the shoulders.  

As soon as it drops his gaze meets yours.  It is night in earnest now, but the moonlight is bright and reflects off of tar dark eyes, black veins creeping along his face.  He sucks in a breath, takes a half step back, and you see now what people were talking about, you see a man that looks like a demon fresh from hell.  

You take two slow steps towards him before breaking into a run, splashing and clumsy; he drops his sword to catch you when you throw your arms around him, lifts you out of the water, so solid against you.  If he is a demon, so be it; you will sin happily as long as it’s for him.

“You’re okay,” you breathe, “I was so worried.”

“You shouldn’t be here.”  He sets you lightly back down onto your own feet, sounding choked, so obviously distressed to be seen like this.  “You could’ve been killed.  Are you fucking crazy?”

“I got to Solma and people were saying you were probably dead.  I was so scared for you!”  His eyes widen at that.  You suspect he expected you to be scared of him, not for him, the dense man. 

But he doesn’t focus on that, not right now.  “Why were you in Solma in the first place?  Where’s Jaskier?”

“It’s fine, he’s fine, he’s still at the inn.  You don’t need to worry.”

“Why did you leave?” He presses.

You are apprehensive of how he’ll react, but he would find out sooner or later, so you say in a sigh, “They found out.  They wouldn’t have me there any longer.”

His fathomless eyes come alight with his fury, and you reach for him but he steps back, winces then tries to hide it, asks, “Are you hurt?”

“Are you?” You counter, scanning his body in the silvery light.  A slash on his thigh bleeding sluggishly, but no other damage that you can see.  You glance at his face only to see him taking stock of you as well.

“The only thing wrong with me right now is that I am covered in mud and monster guts.  I’m fine.  You are the one with a bleeding leg.  Please come back with me, let me patch you up.”

He grunts noncommittally, but when you brush a hand over his cheek, whisper, “Please, Geralt,” he gives the slightest nod and fishes his sword from the water.  You have travelled with him before, know that he is so much quicker than you are, but now he shortens his steps and walks in stride with you all the way back to Solma.  

You think of your lonely, miserable walk the previous night, thank the gods that destiny saw fit to throw the Witcher back on your path.  You have always been in the shadow of death and loss and loneliness, but you are tired of that, so tired.  For a while at least, you will bask in the warmth of this man’s company, as long as he will let you.

#geralt x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #the witcher x reader #the witcher fanfiction

[uhincredibleuh]

50 questions

I was tagged by @fineosaur thanks dear this was entertaining

what is the colour of your hairbrush? bright orange

name a food you never eat? I do not love fish despite being from a place well known for seafare. pass. 

are you typically too warm or too cold? cold all the time, baby. i will lose circulation in my toes for no goddamn reason

what were you doing 45 minutes ago? hopping off a zoom call and clocking out of work early

what's your favourite candy bar? probably almond joys

have you ever been to a professional sports game? yeah but nothing major league because I’ve never cared about sports enough for someone to bring me to one. I went to local minor league games sporadically as a kid.

what is the last thing you said out loud? I probably have talked out loud to myself and forgot but the last thing I said to someone else was “bye have a good tour” to my coworker

what is your favourite ice cream? i had the best ice cream i’ve ever had this summer and it was burnt honey with pear and ginger. but that’s fancy shit. if we are talking what I keep in the freezer then probably dairy free cookies and cream. or matcha mochi. 

what was the last thing you had to drink? i’m drinking throat-coat tea rn bc ~*~*I might be getting sick*~*~

do you like your wallet? well enough. it was a graduation gift (high school graduation, so I’ve had it quite a while). it was more my style then than now but I have no reason to get something new.

what is the last thing you ate? lunch: leftover dal and roti that I made last night

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope. I need to get rid of some clothes before I buy anything. tis the season for turning out my closet. I’ve also been trying to only do online, secondhand shopping OR buy sustainable/organic/ethical clothing when I can

what's the last sporting event you watched? I haven’t the faintest idea lol I really really dislike sports. I think I was actively watching some world cup matches while I was in spain two summers ago. 

what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? something cheesy and/or herbal

who is the last person you sent a text message to? my mom! she just texted me that she was watching New Moon and analyzing every line which is literally my favorite hobby

ever go camping? I used to as a kid but now I prefer to air bnb instead of roughing it when I hike and honestly it’s more because I love air bnbs than a dislike of camping of any kind

do you take vitamins? I try to remember to take a skin/hair/nails supplement. lately i’ve been taking vitamin c and zinc to ward off illness but idk if that’s working out

do you regularly attend a place of worship? nah i don’t even do it irregularly

do you have a tan? no. even when I do it can barely be considered a tan. I am so white I’m nearly translucent, I freckle out in the summer and burn when I’m less lucky

do you prefer chinese or pizza? chinese!!! although I appreciate a well-made pizza very much.

do you drink your soda through a straw? I don’t drink soda

what colour socks do you usually wear? usually black but I have lots of multicolored wool socks as well

do you ever drive above the speed limit? yes but not very much, speeding makes me anxious

what terrifies you? idk man. everything and nothing all at once

look to your left, what do you see? my bedside table. it’s refurbished to the original wood and used to belong to my great-grandfather. it currently houses my tea, a lamp, various lotions, a scrunchy, gold hoop earrings, hair scissors, and a tv remote

what chore do you hate most? probably taking out the trash. or scrubbing the tub because it never pays off as well as I want it to

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Australia...lol sorry dumb b*tch answer

what's your favourite soda? I don’t really drink soda - it was a weird, furtive decision I made as a 7 year old never to drink it because I vaguely knew it wasn’t good for you...and also I didn’t like carbonation. now I’ll drink it in a cocktail I suppose, or I’ll drink non-American sodas just for the experience

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? drive thru. damn i want fries

what's your favourite number? 7!

who’s the last person you talked to? my coworker

favourite cut of beef? idk really but fancier cuts are nicer to cook with in general

last song you listened to? I Know A Place - MUNA. can’t get enough of that one recently. gay girl bands only.

last book you read? I just finished Saturday by Ian McEwan

favourite day of the week? one where I am not working

can you say the alphabet backwards? I can do the first bit but then i lose interest

how do you like your coffee? english breakfast tea, one sugar and a dash of almond milk

favourite pair of shoes? my birkenstocks

time you normally get up? 6:50 on weekdays, not much longer on weekends

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? I haven’t seen enough sunrises to really make a decision. perhaps sunsets because they are more accessible to me lol

how many blankets on your bed? one thick duvet, throw blankets on top as needed

describe your kitchen plates? most of them are white and square

describe your kitchen at the moment? slightly more kept than usual

do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? cider and natural wine are my go-to. but lately i love a homemade aperol spritz. and a gin & tonic anywhere is great

do you play cards? not consistently but yes. I get very competitive but also it takes me a long time to grasp a new game

what colour is your car? burnt orange

can you change a tire? I’ve never done it myself but I think I know how to?? I could probably figure it out. however I probably wouldn’t try to do it myself unless I was totally stranded

your favourite state? Maine - my home state/where I live. Maybe I’d like Washington/Oregon more but I haven’t been yet

favourite job you've had? running a women’s/gender resource center

im gonna tag: @thelandofnothing @lightninginabottle0613 @go-catch-a-chickn @greeneyedwildthing

#tag game #me

[idgaf-what-you-call-me]

This is the first time, outside of therapy, that I am opening up fully my past, I ask that you remain respectful.

Trigger warnings: Suicide, torture, neglect, alcoholism, … a lot listen you’ve got to be well resourced before you read this. 

I know Dean, because I was Dean. I was raised to be “perfect”, I am so much like my dad, I didn’t have a childhood, I was tortured, I have lost time (dissociation not possession by an arc angel), I am fairly closeted, and I’m finally starting to get better. 

Ever since a very young child, I was raised to be perfect. To look at a 99 and learn what I got wrong before I brought the grade home, otherwise, I was sent to study. I was raised to not be heard and taught to stay in my room. I was raised to not show emotion because anything more than stoic meant that I was an inconvenience. I had “fend for yourself nights” where I had to sort out what I would eat for dinner, and at inexcusably young ages, 5-6 years old. I learned to shoot at 8, and was taken fishing anytime my dad went. I was brought to the construction sites, learned how to use power tools, and eventually had my own set at home. While I wasn’t trained to hunt demons or other things that go bump in the night, I was molded to be just like my dad. My mom wasn’t around much when I was a kid, so I idolized my father. He was like a god to me. As I got older (legal), I even would drink things that my dad approved of like scotch and I smoked cigars. Often praised, “that’s my girl! Look guys, my daughter drinking scotch and smoking a cigar! Where are your kids?” The validation was like a high to me. I was desperate for his approval. Just like Dean. Talked like his dad, walked like his dad, drank like his dad, I get it. 

I was blatantly ignored including being told that I was invisible by siblings. They would hold up a remote to me and say, “you’re invisible” and ignore me. I could leave the house and they would not come look for me. With my mom and dad often gone (usually working or partying we were quite poor), I didn’t have anyone looking after me since I was 4 so when my dad was around, much like Dean, all I wanted to do was make him happy and proud of me.

I was a closeted bisexual, who made so many gay jokes towards my cishet brother that I feel quite a bit of shame as an adult. I repressed every facet of desire I had for the opposite gender because being bisexual really meant that I must be gay. At least that is what Will and Grace told me, and I did not want to be gay. Things were bad enough, I didn’t need to add to my shit pile. By the time I was 12, I had no idea how to feel emotions and I had no idea how to love myself. Most days, now at 29, I still don’t know how to love myself. I am not out to everyone in my family. I don’t feel safe with everyone. All the gay jokes between the brothers, all the Dean is bi subtext, I lived a lot of it.

Torture can take the shape of many different forms but they fall under two umbrellas: physical and psychological. I was subjected to sound torture and sleep deprivation forms of physical torture that have lasting psychological effects. When you live through something like that, you don’t “rebound” in the traditional sense, and I would dissociate. My consciousness would retreat back into itself until it was safe enough to come back.

I dreaded Thursday nights as that is when it would begin. My father would bring home several cases of Michelob Ultra, from the store, and then he would start drinking. My dad didn’t measure his consumption in beers, instead he measured by the case. A form of extreme binge drinking that to this day I still don’t completely understand. While he would drink, his music would get progressively louder and louder until the whole house vibrated with noise. 

There are some songs and artists that I cannot listen to anymore. They’re not songs by Metallica or Black Sabbath, instead they’re by Credence Clearwater Revival, Bob Dylan, Van Morrison and the like. Songs that people dance to at their weddings, sing at funerals, and enjoy on a road trip with the entire family. They are generally described as lively yet not heavy, yet this music was the conduit of 5 years of actual torture for me. I used to say that these were my favorite songs, but it was a way to cope with hearing them at home, and then hearing them play in the car on the way to school the next morning. In my house, the music was played so loudly that walls and floors shook and overwhelmed my senses and ability to sleep, think, do anything but have a heartbeat and breathe. It would last all night. I never learned to “fall asleep” I would pass out. To this day, I can be desperately tired, and able to drive for several hours without being a dangerous driver. Like my body learned to ignore fatigue. “I just need like 4 hours every couple of days,” yeah Deano, I’ve been there.

I would freeze mentally. Almost like a zone out but on steroids. Then I’d look around and things wouldn’t feel real to me. I would look in the mirror and see a stranger. Now I understand that I had developed dpdr as a way to cope. I don’t wish it on anyone.

My mother? She would leave the house and go clubbing. My siblings were 8 years older than me and lived on their own a great distance from where I lived. Besides, I had school to go to on Fridays. So I cooked, I monitored myself, I had to become an adult. I didn’t get to be a kid. My catharsis was angsty and fluffy Harry Potter fan fiction. You can find it on FF.net, RandHrFan I no longer post with that handle. Dean’s were movies, movies that my dad, and I’d wager his dad watched. I also love westerns just like my dad and my grandfather, there is something about them.

When Dean cries and opens up to Sam about his hell experiences, I get it. I’m so proud of him for telling Sam. To some it seems like he’s closed off but he’s not. He’s opening up as much as he mentally can. And Sam listens. Just like my sister eventually did. When Dean gets mad and yells at John and Mary, I’m proud of him, because he is fighting for himself. He knew he deserved better and he didn’t let it go. Just like I have done in my not so distant past.

All the while my parent’s marriage was fracturing and I was mentally declining. My mom began sleeping in my room and in my bed, and I was basically left to sleep on the couch. On days when my dad would drink, and my mom would go out, I could get to be in my room again. I could be on the computer (laptops weren’t a thing yet) which lived in my room. I could connect with the two other friends on AIM, but the reality of my situation I couldn’t escape. I was isolated, didn’t trust my family and I didn’t know how to ask for help.

One day I attempted to take my life. I saw no value in it. What was I doing with my life. I was a broken human who didn’t deserve love, who didn’t deserve safety, who didn’t deserve well anything. So I downed a bottle of pills. I had an iron clad stomach, I wasn’t too worried about not being successful. Except, I sent a goodbye message to a friend, and that friend saved my life. He got a hold of my sister who got to me in enough time to make me throw up. (She was a champ at that, having suffered from bulimia and taught to throw up from no other than my dad.)

I didn’t receive help afterwards. I signed a paper saying that I wouldn’t attempt again and was taken home. (I hope this isn’t how hospitals roll anymore.) I left my house, I went to school out of state and found stability, created stability for myself. But my past still haunted me whenever I went home. So when Dean has a death wish, and gets discharged from hospitals before he’s stable, I get it.

My parents eventually divorced, and I came home to a place where I couldn’t live anymore for a solid couple of months, I couch surfed, and again my mental health took a nosedive, but nevertheless, I persisted. I got my head back in the game, and finished my degree. Chemistry. I couldn’t go back home, because if I did I’d be working for my dad. I couldn’t do that, it was too painful. So I went to grad school. I got my Ph.D. I began to chart my own path. But there was a rage in me that I couldn’t escape. I lashed out at anyone and everyone to hide the pain that I felt all the time. People were afraid of me. I was great at what I did but I couldn’t make lasting connections with others.

When I was 27 suicidal ideations became dangerous, and I got about as dark. I tried to harm myself, and wanted my world to burn. It didn’t matter that I was married, with pets, and owned a home. Nothing mattered. I finally had to decide between life and death, I couldn’t continue in that state. I can say confidently that I would be dead if I didn’t get help that day. I wish Dean had this chance. He gets close to this in moments with Cas when he is honest about his feelings and experiences, he cries, he gets angry, lashes out, but Cas is there for him. From someone like Dean, I’ll tell you Cas being present holds more weight than gold for Dean.

I have been in intense therapy for a year. By intense I do mean more than once a week, regular check ins with her, and the occasional group session. She sends me articles to read, homework, and we do EMDR work, emotional integration therapy, mindfulness, etc. 

It was then that I began to learn that all the rage that I had built inside me was hiding intense fear, loss, and disappointment. The rage gave way to tears, and the tears gave way to a new anger that I could make peace with. That anger comes from the person I am today. The person who fights for herself. Who doesn’t take shit from anyone. The person who says, humans don’t break, vases break, and I am a human. I see a lot of that in late season Dean. He is a fighter. 

But I am still the person who receives a compliment and shuts down, there is still a side of me that doesn’t believe that I deserve nice things, good things to happen to me, but that person is getting smaller. My therapist likes to hit me with compliments when I am vulnerable as I am more likely to believe them. I still react like a dead fish when she says them, and then after the session sob for hours over it. One day my head and my heart will believe the same things about myself. I would have reacted the same way as Dean to that confession. 

When the cards fall, I still know that I can depend on myself before anyone else because I had to. My life as an impoverished, unstable, depressed, neglected, and abused kid says I should be dead or amounting to nothing, but hear I am. I’ve now closely mentored about 20 undergraduate students, a handful of graduate students, and have helped them find their paths in life. I have taught nearly 1000 students. I made a difference with the life that I tried to throw away. 

I have come to a place where I can love my dad. He is sober again, and yes, my love for him does depend on his sobriety. When he is drinking he is not the same person. I wouldn’t call him an A+ dad by a long shot, and hell I am so much like him that at times it makes me sick, but I do love him. I have been able to forgive him. Forgive in the sense that I can make peace with what happened. It doesn’t change what happened or how much it affected me, and I certainly don’t forget, but that isn’t what forgiveness is. I don’t hold the rage anymore. The fact that Dean is able to is personal for Dean, as it is for me, and it isn’t some “family that is what you do” type reason.

I do experience flashbacks when there are fireworks, I can’t go to a movie theatre because of the volume, when people play really loud music in their cars I typically have to peel off into a parking lot and meditate for 20 minutes to be able to drive again. There are some stores that I don’t shop at because their music triggers me. So when Dean experiences those flashbacks, I get it.

There is a belief in the psychology that monster shows help us become comfortable with our dark sides. My dark side saved me over and over again. My dark side told me to be better than them. My dark side told me to fight for me, to adopt a survivor mindset. (If you can’t tell I am a green veined Slytherin and have never been sorted into any other house even by random house generators.) The things I delight in are a bit off color. I cultivate a poison garden, consume way too much true crime, to gore I say give me s’more and so on. Dean gets to experience his dark side, and he has to make peace with it. He makes inappropriate jokes, laughs at it, but he also does talk about it. 

This is the hard part: Just like Dean, I am also light. I love people (vomit), seriously though, they are more precious to me than any earthly possession. Plants bring me serenity. Animals are a comfort and companion in the worst of times. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do to protect living things. My motivations come from a place of love and a need to protect others from what I have been through. I know I can survive, but I don’t know if that is true for everyone else.

I know Dean. I was Dean. I see that every episode. Moments when he yells and screams for himself, I cheer him on. Moments where he tries to waste his life away, I understand, and am crying right with him. The purgatory apology guts me, I’ve had to make that apology more than once. The dead fish reaction, hell that is me at the end of a therapy session. I am here to say: Dean is not broken. Dean is strong. Dean is resilient. Dean doesn’t just fight for himself, he fights for the whole of creation. Dean is not a vase. He is a human. 

Oh and John’s taste in beer, much like my fathers, is crap. Don’t drink shitty beer. Also, I don’t drink scotch anymore. I'm a gin girl and I drink *okay* beer. 

I’m the same blogger who does drunk blogging regarding Supernatural on Saturdays. It is a lovely bit of comfort and joy for me and I won’t be stopping any time soon. We will get back to the lovely and light “Dean is Bi he he” commentary this weekend. 

#dean winchester #john winchester #castiel #survivor #people are not broken #dean is not broken #dean is probably bi #trauma #daddy issues #mommy issues #neglect #alcoholism #adult child of an alcoholic #i relate to dean #i really wish dean could have had a chance to recover #potentially triggering #torture #dpdr #therapy #opening up #supernatural #other perspective #can we have an official hug dean day where we post photos and gifs of dean getting hugged? I feel like it would be healthy #in my secret good version of supernatural dean is in therapy and healing #childhood trauma #trigger warning #i hope i got all the tags to keep people safe who need to avoid this #this was incredibly cathartic

[triforceangel13]

An Accidental Mating Ch. 6 (A SidLink Omegaverse Story)

Chapter 6: Behind Closed Doors

“Remember Link, since this baby is part Zora you do need to adapt to a Zoran diet,” Zelda said, snapping the book shut on her lap.

“Isn't it just mostly rice and fish?” Link asked.

“Yes, though lots of fish. Test out what the baby likes and avoid what he or she doesn't,” Zelda said happily. “You want this baby healthy right?”

“More than anything.” He wanted nothing more than to bring a happy child into this world even if it meant they wouldn't have a father.

He still wasn't sure how he felt about this Ezra being the father.

“Then fish, fish, fish.”

And fish it was. Several days had passed since Link had found out who his alpha was and he spent most of his time with the cooks in the kitchen if he wasn't doing research with Zelda. Ezra lingered in the kitchen with him, attempting to warm up to him but Link would not budge. He still didn't believe he was the father to his baby. There was an itch at the back of his mind but the proof was in the mark on his neck.

Maybe one day he would warm up to him but for right now he would keep him around, but at a distance. So far Ezra was being respectful of that.

That day however Ezra had a double shift doing guard duty, leaving Link to his own devices as Zelda was doing her own thing as well. Link had gone to the kitchen as he normally did, this time so happy with the dish they had prepared that he had asked for seconds.

Salmon meuniere. He had gobbled the first dish  quickly and had asked for another. This time they had loaded the bowl for him and instead of sitting there eating like the glutton he was in front of them he decided to take a walk, wanting some piece of mind.

The library sounded like a good place to sit for a while.

He slipped into the room with the bowl in his hands, leaning forward to get a small taste of the salmon from a small taste when he collided with someone coming out of the room.

The bowl slipped from his hands, his body toppling over as well quickly.

“Link!” came a gasp, an arm wrapping around his body, keeping him from falling hard onto his bottom and hurting him self. Link expected to hit the floor. He had also expected to hear the clatter of the food he had been wanting to eat but a slow peek of his eyes saw the bowl clutched in a large red hand, the food only spilling a little on the floor.

“I'm so sorry. I should have looked before I stepped out,” came Sidon's voice. Link's cheeks flushed as he looked up at the prince. He hadn't seen him in so long and now here he was, cradled in his arms. Just his touch sent tingles through him.

“No, I should have been watching,” Link said, settling back on his feet with Sidon's help. The prince hovered over him, helping him into a chair at the table in the room and then set the food in front of him. Silence passed between them, the only sound coming from Sidon as he let out a sigh.

That look of pain was back on his face.

“I should get going,” he finally said.

Link quickly reached out, grabbing onto his arm which caused him to pause, looking down at him longing eyes.

“No, please stay. I haven't seen you in a while. Perhaps...maybe we can catch up?” he asked. He knew it would be hard. Sidon knew exactly what he had been up to in his past.

“Link, I don't know if I can...” Sidon said sadly, but the sudden sight of Link's eyes filling with tears had Sidon sitting in the chair next to him quickly.

“No, no. Please don't cry my friend.”

Link gazed at him confused until he felt the tears leak down his cheeks. He wiped them away with the back of his hand, a tad embarrassed that Sidon had seen that. Damn his hormones for making him so unbalanced.

“It's the hormones,” he explained with a sigh, going to wipe more away when Sidon wiped them away himself. His cheeks rose with color, eyes watching the Zora before him.

“I'm sorry that it's become such a pain,” Sidon said to him. “I can't say I know you're pain. Though I am a little surprised if I'm honest.”

“How so?” Link asked, feeling the lack of warmth as Sidon dropped his hands and gathered Link's bowl closer to him.

“Well I never thought you would be an omega of all things. Not that it's a bad thing. It just proves that even the strongest man of Hyrule can be an omega as well,” Sidon said, wiping the spoon handle off with his hand and then licked his fingers. “Mmm. Salmon meuniere?”

Link nodded, taking the spoon and scooping some into his mouth with a happy hum. “I found out the baby really like's it.”

“The baby has good taste I'd say,” Sidon said with a small laugh. “That's actually one of my favorite fish dishes. Especially since I was a child.”

“Did you want some?” Link asked, holding the spoon out for Sidon with a smile. The prince quickly looked at the door and then leaned down, taking the spoon into his mouth as Link still held it. Link swallowed thickly at the close proximity of the prince.

Why couldn't Sidon be the one? From being there to do the mark test with the melons Sidon was clearly unmated to anyone, as well as an alpha. What better person could he ask for? And he loved him to the ends of the earth, but Sidon didn't know that.

“Delicious. Clearly the child knows good food,” Sidon laughed as Link set the spoon back in the bowl. “Despite that this child came as a surprise to everyone, you should be proud of him or her. They also get to have you as their parent.”

Without even thinking Sidon rest a hand on Link's stomach. Link flushed but remained still. His hand was warm against his bump, bringing a sense of comfort with him.

“Sidon...about what you said back at the castle. Did you really mean that?” Link whispered, afraid to speak any louder than that. Gold eyes flicked up to meet his gaze, holding him there. A blazing sense of  protectiveness rolled off of him in waves.

“About wanting to be the one in that room with you?” Sidon asked, his voice just as low, his voice wavering a little as he spoke to him as if telling a secret. “I would be lying if I said I didn't want to be in there with you.”

“But why? Was it because I had been in heat and you had been acting out on instinct?” He wouldn't be surprised. That was how Ezra apparently found him.

“Goddess no Link,” Sidon said quickly, his other hand coming to rest against his cheek. “Link I had no idea you were an omega, I would not act upon those things just because of that like someone had back then.”

Clearly Sidon did not like Ezra.

“An act like that should be between two people who are in love,” the prince continued, shifting a little closer as his other hand stroked his stomach. “I cannot deny my feelings for you Link. I know you are marked for someone else and with his child but, I must say it. I do love you Link. Very much. So much that it hurts seeing you with him.”

Link was at a loss of words. He had known but he hadn't though the prince would actually say it out loud to him like this. So intimately...

“I-”

“But you are meant for someone else. I'm not about to steal someone else's omega,” Sidon interjected, starting to pull away. Link quickly grabbed onto the hand on his face, leaning his warm cheek into his palm.

“I may be marked, but in the end I decide who I want to be my alpha,” Link said firmly. “I did something stupid. I'm going to fix it.”

“Link...”

“Sidon, I love you.”

The prince's jaw dropped open, his cheeks rising in color against his pale scales. “Link you...you...what?”

Link stood up from the chair, his arms sliding around his neck. In the eyes of everyone else this was wrong. He was claimed. But behind these closed doors where they were the only ones there, this was their moment. Everything felt right and no one could tell them no.

“I love you,” he said again. “And I always will no matter what happens.”

Sidon smiled gently, still cradling the little bump in his hand as Link leaned forward and kissed the prince tenderly on the lips.

His breath hitched as their lips made contact, his smaller body instinctively shifting closer into his arms. Sidon's arms wrapped around him, pulling him up against his torso, arms protecting and clutching in a way he never thought he would.

Their kisses turned deeper, tongues seeking one another, grazing gently against each other. Link felt his body tremble, moaning gently against his lips. Sidon groaned softly in response, his hand clutching the back of his head, claws tenderly threading through gold locks of hair. Link gasped for breath as Sidon shifted to kissing his cheek and then to his neck, inhaling slowly. That was where he stopped with his touches, pausing as he inhaled again.

A flash of memory sparked between them. Feverish kisses, the sound of the bottle of wine clattering against the floor as Sidon pulled him flush against him just like he was now.

This wasn't their first kiss.

“We've done this before,” Sidon mumbled to him as he rose his head, his thumb coming to run over Link's bottom lip. Link nodded a little, feeling his heart beat like it was pounding in his ears. They had done this before. They had talked before about what they were. “But...what happened after that? I can't remember anything.”

Link shook his head, leaning in to kiss him again when the door to the library started to open. Sidon quickly set Link back down in the chair and stood straight, grabbing the first book off the shelf that was next to him.

“Ah, Link, there you are,” came Ezra's voice as he stepped in. He bowed his head to the prince before settling at the table, a basket covered with a towel in his hand. “Someone said they saw you come in here. Are you alright?”

“He's fine,” Sidon said, snapping the book he held shut and setting it on the table. “He told me he came in here to research Zoran children to get an idea of how to raise the little one. You should be proud, he will make a good parent.”

“That's wonderful Link. What have you learned so far?” Ezra asked, though a dark look crossed his dark green scales. “And I'm sure my mate can answer for himself.”

Sidon glared at the other Zora, the tension rising between the alphas quickly.

“I-I learned that I should eat more fish. The baby likes Salmon,” Link said, hoping to ease the tension in the room with baby talk. It helped, slightly.

“Salmon, now that's a good choice,” Ezra said, ignoring the prince as he stepped to the door, knowing right now it was a battle he couldn't win against Ezra.

“I must attend to my duties. We can catch up later Link,” Sidon said, leaving the two of them alone in the room together.

Link held back a sigh, leaning back in the chair as he looked to the man who was his alpha. He wanted to ask what he had seen that night but he was sure he had to warm up to him a little bit first. If he asked him now he may never get any answers.

“I hope you still have room for these,” Ezra said, pulling the towel off of the basket to show it full of chocolate chip muffins. Link's eyes widened at that, his mouth watering at that which caused Ezra to chuckle. He plucked one up and held it out to him as he knelt next to him.

“Cute,” he said, resting it in his hands and then cradled the stomach before him. “You must grow big and strong little one.”

Despite the touches that he gave did not feel right Link had to admit that Ezra really was just acting like an expectant father. Maybe, just maybe he could at least let Ezra be the father, but not the alpha to him. That role was assigned for Sidon if he ever got out of his mess. It would be a bit of a mess later on but he knew what his heart wanted.

Ezra lifted his head, a lopsided smile coming to his face. “I was able to have Bazz switch my shifts so I could spend more time with you. I'm glad I came when I did.”

Before Link could ask Ezra leaned forward, kissing Link slowly. Link froze at the feel. His brow furrowed as he closed his eyes tightly, kissing back slowly but he could not shake this feeling. The feeling that he was doing something wrong.

This wasn't Sidon.

Feeling the hesitation, Ezra slowly pulled back. He laid a hand on his cheek, petting it lightly It took all Link could to not flinch away from the caressing touch on his cheek. “Can I ask something of you Link?”

“I mean...sure?” he said.

“As your alpha I want to express a concern. Quite frankly I don't like the way that the prince had been staring at you. He knows that you belong to me yet he looks so..predatory. I do not want you alone with him again,” Ezra explained, his expression darkening. “Can you do that for me? Can you not be alone with him? I know he's your friend but since you came to the Domain he has been acting differently around you. I fear for you as well as our baby. Just if you are going to see him, could you at least take me or Zelda with you?”

Link's brows furrowed a bit. Was he using his status as an alpha to try to control him? That was a thing though wasn't it...He wouldn't be able to say no?

“I'm sure he means no harm-”

“Link please,” Ezra said, his expression softening. “For the sake of your safety and the safety of our child, please don't be alone with him.”

He knew for a fact though he couldn't stop seeing Sidon. But for the sake of Ezra's mind he would at least promise him, fake as it was.

“I won't,” he said to him. Ezra smiled and leaned in to kiss him again. Link clenched his eyes tightly, wishing that this was Sidon.

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All of the colors. Knock yourself out

Alright, Anon. I see you. I’ll leave out the ones I’ve already done though <3

red: describe your favorite shirt Blue. Literally just blue. Tight, but not too tight. Makes my biceps and boobs pop so it’s pretty nice.

blue: preferred type of weather? Rain or snow.

purple: a poem you think describes your closest friend Not a poem, but “I’ll be right beside you to the very end.”

turquoise: favorite sea animal? Dolphins.

cyan: are you religious? spiritual? Uh, I believe in more than one god and lean more toward Roman/Norse mythology than religion. I believe in every god, really. But I’m not submitting myself to blind faith for a cult I know nothing about.

violet: are you a part of the lgbt+ community? Lesbian through and through.

aqua: do you thrift? Do I...what? Thrift as in steal or thrift as in buy on sale? Because yes.

black: would you ever try going vegetarian or vegan? No.

coral: an animal you wish hadn't gone extinct Bro...Dodo birds. They were dope.

grey: how many languages do you speak? do you want to learn any more? Technically I only fluently speak English, but when I was younger I only spoke in Italian except to my family sejfnskejnfdjskn. I’m learning Latin right now and I can still speak Italian but not nearly as much. I know bits of French, German, Japanese, and Czech though. Beside Latin, I don’t really wanna learn any others.

maroon: do you care for clothing brands? Adidas and 511. Adidas because I’m a slut for soccer and 511 because their pants are so COMFY BRO. But they’re expensive so I only own a 511 belt </3

rose: favourite scent on a person? Something...floral. Roses or cherry blossom. Coconut is nice too. Vanilla is cliche but you can never go wrong with it.

charcoal: have you ever been camping? No and I do not wish for it ever.

claret: do you play an instrument? do you want to learn to play any? Trumpet and guitar. 6 years, 11 months.

copper: gold or silver jewelry? Neither, but silver probably. Just looks nicer with my skin tone.

cream: any piercings or tattoos? do you want any? None. I don’t even have my ears pierced. However, I do want a snake tattoo on my thigh lmaoo.

salmon: how many pairs of sunglasses do you own? Like 5 but I only wear one because they’re aviators :D

indigo: have you ever lived on a farm? Nope but I have stayed on one for about a month.

lavender: relationship status? Single but I do have a tumblr wife: @maritasdump​

erin: what was/is your best school subject? ENGLISH BECAUSE I CAN WRITE ESSAYS IN LITERALLY 15 MINUTES

fulvous: another name you think would suit you Ew, uh...well, Vi. It’s my nickname since it’s the shortened version of the nickname of my real name, but it fits me better.

coconut: a subject you enjoy learning about Rome and Latin :D

frost: a -core you enjoy A what.

porcelain: an tv show you used to love Powerpuff Girls, Teen Titans (original), eh

fawn: any interesting family stories? Well, one time my brother got a stick stuck in his shin. Kinda funny. Another time my brother broke my leg while on a trampoline Another time my brother almost broke my ankle by daring me to jump off a 20 foot ledge. Another time I made my brother bleed with my nails for taking my skittles. I could go on...it’s just a lot of sibling violence.

gold: do you wear your socks mismatched? I used to but I just wear black socks now. (Except for soccer)

honey: your thoughts on magic- does it exist? Yeah. Just in different forms:)

rust: form of art you enjoy doing? Writing lmao. But I guess just sketching is fun.

mahogany: your sun, moon, and rising signs I have 0 desire to calculate that because I don’t know it off the top of my head but I’m a capricorn and I feel like that’s enough information

blood: twin beds, queen, or king? ...And there was only one bed...

hot pink: did you/do you had/have strong feelings against the color pink? Hot pink is nasty but regular pink is cool asf. My soccer socks for October games are pink and I wear them every practice/game.

plum: a food you've never tried A lot, but I’ve tried a hella ton of European foods. So, uh...I’m not really sure. Something non-American (all Americas), non-EU, and non-Asian, I know that. 

lilac: dogs, cats, or fish? CATS.

amethyst: do you collect anything? Knives.

mulberry: earbuds or headphones? Eh...Depends what I’m doing. Voice chat? Headphones. Music at the bus stop? Earbuds.

azure: jean jackets? My God - on other people? Hot. On me? I’ll stick to leather.

teal: have a job? Not yet.

sapphire: do you think you can sing well? For the most part, yeah. Trying to incorporate my guitar playing with it and it’s going pretty smoothly.

mint: favourite flavour of gum? Juicy Fruit simply because my grandmother got me hooked on it from a really young age. That or plain ol’ wintermint.

pecan: shuffle your playlist, what's the first song that comes up? Follow by Breaking Benjamin

penny: icecream or cake Ew. Sweets are a hit or miss for me, but um? Probably ice cream.

ash: can you do your own makeup? Hell no. I’ve only worn makeup twice and it was applied by someone else.

jade: ever written fanfiction? EKFMNSKENFJKDSN SO MUCH.

grape: how many blogs do you follow? 346!

umber: do you brush your teeth before you eat? No, ew. Why would you do that?

chestnut: type of phone you have iPhone 10 XS. Got it last May...First new phone I’d ever owned. Went from an iPod that could only call, to a phone that could only call, then an iPhone 5 until I was 15. They were all hand-me-downs and I never complained. They worked fine.

prussian blue: what's your first choice at the vending machine Soda, probably. If it’s food, either the chips or the rice krispy <3

aquamarine: beach or pool Pool. I’ve come too close to death at the beach to enjoy it anymore.

brass: least favorite food condiment Mayo/horse radish.

mustard: how much sugar in your tea/coffee? All of it.

silver: ever broken a bone? My entire leg and foot <3

rose quartz: rings or necklaces Necklaces with rings. I’m serious. But if I had to choose, rings. It’s the gay in me.

onyx: do you still play Minecraft? Sometimes?

burgundy: ever ridden a motorcycle? NO BUT I WANT ONE MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE FRIGGIN UNIVERSE

apricot: opinion on 3 in 1 body wash/hair wash wait those exist? 

platinum: do you follow politics? Dude I didn’t know Trump was president til this year

magnolia: your Instagram handle? ha, nice try, luzer.

Bro I am LATE to somewhere because of this but I enjoyed it. Thanks again, anon! <3

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Of Heaven and Fire Part 6

Ok, let me introduce the family. Starting from the upper right corner moving from left to right. Mom- Mallora, Dad- Rhen, King Tehnore with his queen Kahlika right under him. to the left of her is the room under the throne where Mallorah pleads for her daughter’s life. The castle in the clouds they live in to the left of that. Second-ish row under Mallorah, Mallorah’s mom Viv, to the right of grandma is grandma siren. and then to the right of that is of course a close up of our girl Yana and right under her is her little balcony on the ship, (isn’t it cute?!) now, bottom row, Yana reaching orgasm, Yana, Brock (Cugas looks just like him but with different tattoos) and of course the ship. 

Now, lets see how this all starts to come together just as things can start to unravel. I couldn’t help but think of that Beetles song- Come Together, particularly the chorus “Come together- right now- over me.” Me being Benyana.

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In case you missed it Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Meanwhile 12 hours earlier- 

Your friends and family were now searching for you in every orc clan they came across, spending all the gold they could turn on fire hawks that the orcs managed to catch and upon inspection, all of them didn’t turn out to be you and none of the orc clans knew of the clan who had attacked but were eager to set up trade with Suchi for furs and game and pledge their enmity with the clan who did. 

“Any luck?” Your mother asked as your siblings returned with even more furs and added them to the heap in the living room before they crashed on the furniture and each other. 

“None, no one knows anything. The only clans we haven’t asked are the ones by the sea which there are dozens more, there’s more clans than colonies, each clan is chalk full of huge, just huge- badass warriors who could snap us in half with a snap of their fingers. But talking to the others, the ones by the sea have no reason to attack because they have their hands full just fishing and defending territory, especially fishing grounds. The biggest one is The Hurricane Breaker Clan, they’re the biggest and fiercest and even the orcs at the bottom of the mountain fear them and their fishing grounds are the best fishing grounds, leaving the weakest one to fish over water dragons that ice their boats and fish so that they have to wait for it all to thaw out before they can eat any of it. But the Hurricane Breaker Clan is at the mouth of the river that feeds the other side of the mountain range but have no actual dealings with the moura themselves and it makes absolutely no sense for any of them to attack.” Your brother Kaive explained as he ran his fingers though his hair, dragging his nails against his scalp, feeling even more frustrated. 

“If a clan by the sea are keeping her, I think I may have some luck trying to contact my mother and the rest of my family, see if they can help.” Your father Rhen told your mother Mallorah. 

“I think I’ll have better luck contacting mine.” Mallorah murmured as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth before Elder TriKeng knocked on the door as your little sister Peridelli answered the door. 

“Grandpa!” She greeted happily before he came in and picked her up and kissed her cheek as he hugged her. 

“Oh you’re getting so big!” He praised before he came into the rest of the house. 

“Any luck?” He asked as everyone shook their heads. 

“Well, I have a little bit of good news, the elven Lord Ralitar has agreed to join in the search and I requested an audience with the fae Prince Matae, who has also agreed to search, since they can go through the realms the easiest and the quickest.” TriKeng revealed, keeping his tone even and hopeful.  

“What did Prince Matae ask for in exchange?” Rhen asked warily. 

“A chance to court her once she’s found, a noble moura with siren in her, even if it isn’t active- it caught his interest and the chance to play the hero would be a legend told for generations.” TriKeng disclosed as your family all rolled their eyes in annoyance. 

“Even if that nobility is based on nothing?” Your mother Mallorah pointed out. 

“It isn’t nothing, you have my nobility. Benyana is still the granddaughter of a Haute Cour, even if she is the granddaughter of an adopted daughter. That’s still plenty good enough.” TriKeng countered gently as he sat next to her on the sofa and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she leaned into him.  

“I have also been to see the Seer. And he informs me that she is under a powerful curse- a hex really, she is tethered to an orc but the tether makes her hard to find and the one who’s she’s tethered to is protected because of the curse, but that she is well, she is being well fed and cared for and is not being abused and that no harm has come to her yet. So whoever has her is at least caring for her well, besides enslaving her. She is not being used to turn gold, but she is healing those around her on her terms, not theirs. So she has some autonomy and while she is kept against her will, she is not being used against it.” He revealed as everyone blew out a breath of relief.

“So she lives.” Your brother Ralitar concluded. 

“Yes, very much so, she is fighting for her freedom and the Seer says that one who is like a brother to the one who captured her is fighting for her freedom too and his own empathy and sympathy has reached out and attached to her and if seeing her fly free is the last thing he’ll do then so be it. The Seer also said that he has placed a protection on her shortly after she was taken, that all who see her- will love her and want what’s best for her. And it’s working. All who see her adore her and she endears herself to those who see her but those who see her aren’t anyone we know. I have asked every merchant that I know of that I will handsomely reward anyone who comes forward with information as to her whereabouts. And so far no one has come forward with good information. They have even brought girls with their hair bleached to look blonde to the gate but they’re all fake and the information is conflicting and so far all their claims have turned out to be false once they’ve all been thoroughly investigated.” TriKeng informed them. 

“Well at least she’s well and at least she’s not abused.” Rhen nodded. 

“We we were just talking about what we should do, I feel I should go to my mother and at least ask if any of them will help.” Mallorah admitted. 

“You must do what you feel is best.” TriKeng advised. 

“Thank you for all that you have done.” Rhen thanked TriKeng graciously. 

“I will take your thanks only upon Benyana’s safe return.” TriKeng smiled sadly. 

“Well I must go. I will leave you in peace, you all have my blessing and sympathy.” TriKeng offered before he got up and hugged everyone before he took his leave. 

“If I don’t go, I’m going to go insane,” Mallorah announced once TriKeng left. 

“Then go, Kaive, Yaviane, you’re in charge while we’re gone, I’ll go to my mother and see if I can get in touch with my mother and she should help if she’s in a clan by the sea.” Rhen announced. 

“Ok,” Kaive nodded. 

It took your mother putting your baby sister in a special sling before she left and flew through winds as the strom was still out to sea but blowing at her and it took quite a bit to actually get there but she found her mother among the others who were sitting by talking as the young ones flew in the cyclone. 

“Mallorah! What are you doing here dear? Oh how old you look!” Her mother Vivialra asked when she noticed Mallorah as she came and embraced her as she looked at her worriedly, looking for any bruising marks or wounds. 

“I need to talk to you privately.” Your mother pleaded desperately. 

“Of course, of course.” Vivialra agreed before she walked over to a cloud and made a small room for them.

“What’s wrong?” Vivialra asked worriedly before your mother broke down and started sobbing before Viv made couches for them. 

“Remember a couple of weeks ago when the colony took refuge in the clouds?” Mallorah instigated. 

“Yes, did those monsters destroy your home?” Viv asked. 

“They broke it.” Mallora wept. 

“They took Benyana, they’re keeping her prisoner, but we don’t know where they are or what clan took her, only the Seer was able to deduce that much, but mother she’s a slave! They enslaved her!” Mallorah wailed as Viv gasped and clasped her hands over her mouth. 

“No!” Viv cried out, feeling the pain in her core before she put her arms around her daughter and held her tight as Mallorah sobbed into her mother’s shoulder.  

“How can I help?” Viv asked. 

“We need to find her! She has a curse on her and we just can’t find her, the colony was attacked by orcs and that’s who captured her but there’s so many clans and all the clans we’ve gone to don’t have her and we’ve been looking for her ever since she was taken about two weeks ago but we can’t find her anywhere, TriKeng was able to convince a fae prince to look for her in his realm and the other realms that we can’t get to.” Mallorah explained. 

“Wait she was captured by an orc?! Those are the worst! No, absolutely not. This will not stand! Why didn’t you come to me sooner?” Viv asked. 

“I didn’t think I would get any help.” Mallorah answered truthfully. 

“Well, your siblings might not be induced to help or your father but I will and I will ask all who I can to help, come, we need to talk to someone else.” Viv urged as she took your mother’s hand and left the room before she marched over to the king who was on his throne watching his own children and grandchildren fly in the cyclone. 

“My King, a private word, please.” Viv requested before the king looked over and looked at your mother before a confused frown crossed his features as he got up and walked over to them before he ushered them to the private room under his throne. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked. 

“Your majesty, I understand that even though I am no longer of your realm, as a desperate mother, please hear my plea.” Mallorah began. 

“About two weeks ago, Suchi was attacked by orcs, my daughter Benyana led the defensive charge against them and turned the tide of the attack. However in the commotion, she was captured and placed under an enslavement curse, a hex so strong she’s invisible to even the Seers. We have searched every orc clan we can and we can’t find her. She was captured as a missile hawk but the Seer has revealed that the hex revealed her true self to her captors.” Mallorah explained as she did her best not to sob but tears still left her eyes. 

“Please, please help me, even if you can only spare one person to help us search, it will help.” Mallora pleaded before the King looked at Viv. 

“Here’s your one.” The King said dismissively as he gestured to Viv who looked angered and appalled. 

“Tehnore! Heaven help me, this is your daughter, your granddaughter who has been captured! By orcs no less! And enslaved! Such a thing hasn’t been done for centuries, possibly millenia! Don’t you think that if word got out that the orcs of all people learned how to enslave mouras that all mouras are not in danger? It would be the dark ages all over again! Every moura heavenly or otherwise would be at risk! Take your head out of your ass long enough and find some decency to help. You have never taken ownership of her because she was drab, she’s not asking you to go out there and announce that she’s yours and she’s not asking for anything other than help getting her own daughter back. You have never lifted your finger for her sake and you have done nothing all her life, for once- do something!” Viv demanded as Mallorah looked at her mother in alarm. 

“You have always claimed that. I let her live didn’t I? Many infant moura have been put to death in their sleep for less offenses.” The King argued as Mallorah clutched your baby sister to her chest even tighter, turning away from the King so as to hide her from his sight. 

“Let’s just go, thank you for your time your Majesty.” Mallorah placated as she grabed her mother’s arm and drug her away. 

“Yes, let’s not keep the gutless King from his festival.” Viv sneered before she left with her daughter as they came out and found an angel standing there, waiting for them. 

“Ramiel.” Viv breathed as she recognized him as a blush came to her cheeks. 

“Viv,” Ramiel greeted, his deep rich voice saying her name with reverence as an adoring smile danced on his features at seeing her again, not having seen her in a quite a while. 

“This is my daughter Mallorah. The most horrible circumstance has befallen her, her daughter Benyana has been captured and enslaved by orcs!” Viv explained as Queen Kahlika overheard it and came over to investigate. 

“Oh no!” Queen Kahlika gasped in horror as she overheard it and came closer to share in the conversation.  

“We came to beseech the king for assistance, but he’s unwilling to give it.” Viv said with a hateful look over her shoulder at the King who left to sit on his throne once again. 

“Of course not, he’s too ashamed of his own true offspring.” Ramiel grinned knowingly as Queen Kahlika looked away guiltily as King Tehnore scowled from his throne. 

“So I really am…?” Mallorah asked. 

“Yes, I can see it plain as the sun. But what you don’t know Mallorah is you are a chimera.” Ramiel explained. 

“What?” Mallorah frowned in confusion. 

“You are my daughter too. It seems you are two beings in one body you are both the offspring of myself and the King, quite a normal occurrence for angels so while the king is technically your father, I am too, forgive me for not making myself known to you sooner, I have had my hands full with the heavenly court and only in the last few weeks, finally retired. I noticed there has been a moura sunning herself on the roof of a house by the sea for the last couple of weeks, trying to gain strength and upon further inspection, I noticed she was wearing a magicked anklet.” He said before he made a scene show in a bubble between all of them that showed you walking through the market with Kari, the chain in your pocket and the cuff on your ankle as you bought spices and foods for her as you treated this little orc girl like you would your own beloved little sisters, doting on her and teaching her to read and write but when Brock came into view, his entire being was blury. 

“She’s so thin.” Mallorah realized but was so relieved as she reached out and touched your face before the bubble popped and disappeared. 

“The magicked anklet is peculiar, it’s been magicked by the strongest shaman I’ve ever encountered especially among the orcs and it keeps me at bay to the point even if I materialize in front of her, she can’t see me or hear me or touch me, nothing in any other realm can. I’ve kept an eye on her and I have done what I can to steer danger away from her and the tether keeps the one she’s tethered to protected. At least from me and my kind. But I have overwhelmed everyone I can around her with guilt. So much so that they can’t sleep or enjoy food or drink and all they can think of is how to free her and are eager to constrew anything negative that happens to the fact that an enslaved moura is in their midst.” Ramiel explained before Viv hugged him tight, thanking him from the bottom of her heart before Mallorah did the same. 

“Can you take me to her?” Mallorah asked. 

“It would be tricky, because right now she’s at the bottom of the ocean, only an hour ago, I was able to help her angel reflex to kick in and me and my brethren were doing our best to pull her to the heavens but the tether resisted it, to the point it would have killed her by cutting her in half from the tether pulling and us pulling in opposite directions. So she did the only thing she could- she had to change into her siren form. She managed to convince her captor to drown her, which he did despite me and my brethren putting abhorrence and panic into everyone around her but it worked. So once she was a siren, I contacted her grandmother and told her of the situation which she immediately responded and was able to rescue her because Benyana changing forms weakened the tether considerably so that the pull is greatly reduced and when and if she changes back to her usual form it will weaken further still, her grandmother is taking care of her in her home and they are catching up as we speak, it wouldn’t surprise me if she meets the rest of her oceanic family by tonight.” He revealed with a proud smile as everyone breathed out a sigh of relief and thanked the gods. 

“Oh good.” Your mother and your grandmother breathed in relief before Queen Kahlika got her children’s attention and had them come over and whispered what was happening to them before Prince Delmal came forward. 

“Excuse me, I understand that your daughter is in some trouble.” He interjected. 

“Yes, she was captured by orcs and is enslaved to one, and we’re working out how to get her home.” Viv answered. 

“I understand that you are a true heir.” Prince Delmal said to Mallorah. 

“I didn't know until just now.” Mallorah answered. 

“I know my father has either killed or banished many of my siblings because they were born drab- a sin he and the others of his generation are ashamed of, but that will be no more shortly.” Prince Delmal said as he wrapped his arm around his mother who became downcast as Viv also became downcast as well as Mallorah looked between them and realized the King had killed his queen’s own children. 

“So what happened?” Prince asked patiently as Mallorah retold what had happened as Prince Delmal became appalled and enraged before he gave a hateful look to his father. 

“Ramiel, I have observed that you’ve come here for the last two weeks, to petition the king to intervene on Benyana’s behalf and he has refused so far hasn’t he?” Delmal instigated before the Queen, Viv and your mother all gasped in horror before they turned to see the King practically pout on his throne. 

“He has,” Ramiel confirmed. 

“The whole time?!” Mallorah exclaimed. 

“Sister, what I can offer you- is that once the festival is over in two days time- I will have at least a legion at your disposal and I know they will make sure Benyana returns home safely. And when I’m made king in just two months, I will right this wrong. For now, this is all I can do.” Prince Delmal generously offered. 

“Thank you so much.” Mallorah thanked her before she tried bowing but Delmal stopped her. 

“Please, you’re family. You are a princess in my book and have a greater claim to the throne than I do. But I sense you are happy in your present life and don’t wish to usurp me.” He laughed which made her smile through her grateful tears. 

“No. Never.” Mallorah shook her head. 

“Then all will be well. I’ll go to our priests, and see what we can do for her from here, make no mistake, I venture she will back back at home by no later than the end of the month, if not by the end of the week.” Delmal offered. 

“Thank you, thank you so much.” She thanked him. 

“Come fly with me once in the cyclone, then return home.” He offered. 

“I have…” Your mother tried to excuse herself as she gestured to the babe at her chest. 

“Please, I swear on my life, I will not harm her, please, let me hold her while you fly.” Queen Kahlika requested as Mallorah looked to her mother. 

“She loves babies. I know she won’t harm her. I’ll keep a close eye on her.” Viv promised with a smile as Mallorah reluctantly took off the sling and handed her baby over to Queen Kahlika who immediately started to coo and hold her carefully before Delmal took Mallorah’s hand and escorted her to the cyclone where they flew together, your mother having forgotten how fun this was, having not flown it in for decades. 

“You’re so precious, I almost don’t want to give you back.” Queen Kahlika cooed to your baby sister Zelina as she bounced and swayed in place. 

“Isn’t she?” Viv agreed as she stood next to the queen as even Ramiel got close to see his youngest granddaughter. 

“I’m going to bless you little one- may you live very well and may you know ease and happiness like the back of your hand and may your beauty surpass all others.” Queen Kahlika blessed Zelina as she kissed her head as Zelina grasped the Queen’s finger and cooed in delight before the Queen gently rubbed her nose with Zelina’s. 

“Oh don’t you love that baby moura smell?” Kahlika cooed to Viv who bent over and smelled Zelina’s hair as she kissed the crown of her head. 

“Yeah,” Viv giggled. 

“She’s so precious.” Kahlika gushed before Mallorah came back, laughing at a joke Delmal had managed to tell her.

“See? Momma’s back, did you have fun?” Queen Kahlika asked. 

“Yes, despite the circumstances.” Mallorah answered as she got her baby back. 

“Thank you for everything.” Mallorah thanked Delmal as she hugged him. 

“You’re welcome, can I hold my niece?” Delmal asked before your mother also passed the baby over to him. 

“Oh I can’t wait until my kids give me some of these, if only they would get married, I don’t suppose Benyana would be interested would she?” He half joked. 

“You’d have to ask her.” Mallorah answered. 

“Fair enough.” Delmal nodded as he kissed her cheeks before Ramiel got a chance to hold her, almost crying and blessing her in his own way. 

“My granddaughter, you are oh so precious, let me escort you back home.” Ramiel offered to Mallorah before he gave Zelina back to her before he flew her home before he revealed to the rest of your family your current circumstances and gave all of them angelic treasures and gifts. 

Meanwhile your father was just now reaching the river at the base of the mountain and jumped in, welcoming the change to this form, not having gone through it in over a decade before he swam as fast as he could through the river leaving a wake after him and scaring the shit out of the fisherman trying to fish in it and after he managed to swim most of the day, he swam out of the mouth of the river before he heard his mother’s voice. 

“Rhen!” She called as she stayed put at the mouth of the over river as he swam up to her. 

“Holy shit you got big!” He marveled before he came and hugged her face the best he could as she laughed. 

“Well I’ve been living deep son, found a great cave and got a pet shark and been eating a lot.” She laughed. 

“I suppose you’re looking for Benyana?” She grinned. 

“Yeah, where is she?” He asked. 

“Oh over at your sister Galinara’s house, she’s meeting the rest of the family, I must say she is the prettiest siren I’ve ever seen in my life and she’s the new favorite, everyone who sees her instantly loves her, I would think even King Salomis would probably take her to be either a queen or his son’s queen if he ever saw her.” She ventured. 

“Mom, she doesn’t…” Rhen tried to counter. 

“I know, I know she doesn’t really belong down here unless she wants to be down here. But she has taken to the sea so well!” She insisted. 

“So what about the curse on her?” He asked. 

“Oh it’s weaker than ever, her changing to a siren weakened it and when she changes back to herself, it’ll weaken still, but don’t you worry about it, I have a plan.” She beamed proudly. 

“Oh?” Rhen raised a curious brow. 

“You see, all these estuaries are laid claim by one group of people or another. This one is controlled by a neighboring orc clan, the clan that took her was the Stormbreaker Clan, this one, this is the Hurricane Breaker Clan. And I made a deal with them- once the fleet of ships that belongs to Stormbreaker- sails back to their harbor over there, after they catch their fish and once this hurricane dies- that Hurricane Breaker will give Stormbreaker an ultimatum, either join their clan, or die and they will personally escort Benyana back home and they’ll even build you and your family a new home, spare no expense because look at all that gold up there.” She urged as he peeked his head out of the water and saw it. All of it true gold, not moura gold. 

“It was more than enough to persuade them. And once she’s home and settled and happy then the bastard that took her and cursed her and tethered her to himself, will be brought back to me and I’ll make sure he will never bother her again.” She grinned. 

“Oh thank goodness, thank you.” He thanked her as he hugged her again. 

“So don’t worry, I’ll make sure she gets home safe and sound and I’ll make sure anyone who would cause any harm to Suchi- will die if they drink the water around it.” She revealed, her grin blooming into a full blown smile. 

“Give it till the end of the week at the latest and she will be back home in your arms. Now I suggest you spy out a good place you want your new home to be.” She urged. 

“I need to see her first.” Rhen insisted. 

“Ok, you can see her but that tether won’t let you get too close.” She informed him as she left her blessing at the bay and left with him and brought him to his sister’s house where he got to see you through the window, holding your little cousins in your arms and talking about home and eating giant clam as he noticed the belt and the chain before the belt and chain started to coil around you and constrict you painfully. 

“Ow,” you flinched as you looked down at the chain before trying to brush it off before your father got further back and it stopped. 

“See? That thing is worse than a guard shark.” his mother noted as burning tears came to Rhen’s eyes.  

“Make the bastard who did that to her pay with his life, I want him to have the worst most painful death.” He growled at his mother. 

“Oh I will.” She grinned smugly before she noticed the gang of boys with treasure in their sacks who hid behind some coral, not sure if it was safe. 

“Come on out boys, meet her father, but he can’t get close to her because that cursed chain hurts her every time he tries.” She explained as they came out. “Bring your gifts, it will please him.” She insisted before they came back out with their sacks of treasures. 

“Sir.” They greeted as they greeted him respectfully and humbly before he talked with them as they showed your father the treasures they picked out for you as your father smiled for the first time in weeks as he appraised it all. 

“Well if she wants to be courted by you, she’s free to do so. She’s not promised to anyone.” He explained as they all got really excited. 

“Obviously she’s my princess, I would expect her to be treated as such.” He urged them. 

“Oh no, not a princess, a goddess! She’s the most magnificent creature we’ve ever seen! I mean look who’s all here, you have siren, selkie and merman alike. Any of us would give anything and do anything for her.” They insisted. 

“Good, for now, protect her and make sure she comes to the river…” 

“That leads to the mountain she came from, we can smell it on you Sir.” They answered. 

“Good.” Rhen smiled proudly. 

“Well, if you’ll excuse me I gotta head home and get ready for her to come home.” He excused himself before he left and once he was out of earshot Rhen’s mother Kyma addressed the boys. 

“Do whatever it takes to woo her. I don’t care who does it, but she’s powerful, I know you can feel it too. Once she’s free from that curse, she’ll have the world come to its knees for her. Even if she has to marry into the royal court- I don’t care. She’ll bring light wherever she goes. Go to my lair, take whatever you think would please her best and I’ll bless you myself so that you can be human and go up the mountain with her and stay human as long as you want and as long as you need to.” She offered as they readily received her blessing before they quickly swam to her lair and filled all their sacks with as much as they could carry before they brought it to a nearby shipwreck, making the wreck the perfect place for a mating ball before they returned to you. 

A few hours later-

You were on a dock, not a dock of the Stormbreaker Clan but a bigger, nicer one and you were standing there with Brock before your grandmother rose from the water, her smile from ear to ear only she looked at Brock the way you would look at a tasty meal before you got between Brock and her, pushing Brock down the dock. 

“Grandma? What are you doing here?” You asked as you kept trying to back up down the dock but she kept moving forward, more and more of her body being revealed from the water and you wondered how she wouldn’t die from being crushed by her own weight. 

“I’m getting you revenge sweetheart.” She answered as she reached out to grab Brock but you pushed Brock out of the way so she couldn’t grab him. 

“No, I have had my own revenge, it’s enough, stop looking at him like you’re gonna eat him!” You argued as you kept going but the dock suddenly got so much longer, impossibly long. 

“But he’s going to be so tasty and that curse will only be lifted if he’s dead.” She argued as she reached for him, her claws ripping the clothes right off of him as he was trying to run away but couldn’t really get any traction. 

“The curse is already lifted grandma! It’s done, it’s over, it’s ok.” You tried to tell her but she kept grabbing at him, her claws leaving huge bloody scratches and gashes down his body, ripping muscle and revealing bone on his body but it was like he was in the water as his blood floated in the air before it was wafting to her face as she breathed it in, her whole body going into predator mode, her eyes blacking out completely, her claws becoming longer, venom dripping from them like a fang off a snake and spikes soon covered her body like armor. 

“No! Please grandma! Don’t, you can’t eat him! Please! I love him!” You yelled before you awoke with a start- disturbing your sleep pile a little before they all seemed to grab you and squeeze you to make sure you were ok before they drifted off to sleep again. Leaving you there with your eyes wide open in the dark, both wanting yet afraid of sleep. But you felt panic in your soul. Like Brock was in danger of being eaten alive and something in you just made you want to save him. 

You managed to slip your way out of the sleeping pile and once you were free, you ignored all the treasure and jewels and made a break for it and swam as fast as you could. 

“Come on, lead me to him.” You pleaded with the chain and belt before they suddenly began to swim in front of you like a snake, cutting the water so that it was easier to swim in and pull you in the right direction as you pushed all that seed that had been stuffed in you out so that you were more streamlined again as you swam as fast as you could, as if a giant shark was chasing you before you found the right ship as you started banging on the doors to the hold, slapping them and scratching at them, screaming at the top of your lungs for them to let you in before you swam down a ways and suddenly swam with all your might and dove down to breach the water’s surface to land at least on your little balcony before you saw Brock poke his head out of his own window before he closed it and rushed into your room and onto your balcony to grab you and pull you into your room before he fought against the gust of wind to shut the doors as you started to cough up water from your lungs as the slits and gills around your chest started to flutter as you gasped for breath. 

“Brock!” You cried before he was down on his knees next to you in an instant after shutting the doors to your balcony so that rain didn’t come in before you pulled him down to the floor and clung to him. 

“You’re ok, you’re ok, you’re safe,” Brock soothed as he laid down on the wet floor and held you tight. “You’ll change back, it’s going to be ok, just stay with me, keep breathing, breathe with me, breathe in and breathe out.” You coached you just like your father had done when you were little as he pressed his forehead to yours and stroked your hair and your back, careful not to actually touch your sensitive gils and despite the only light coming into the room being strikes of lightning and pulsing of yellow on your moura marks on your fins which indicated alarm, you could see the sincerity and worry in his teary eyes and in his tone as he clung to you just as tightly and desperately as you were clinging to him as you felt your body start to dry out as it sprawled out over him as you focused your mind on changing back to a moura and then slowly then all at once you felt yourself changing, the slits on your ribcage closed as the gills transformed into your whole lungs as the tail turned back into legs and the fins retreated to form a night dress, just barely damp. 

“You did it! I’m so proud of you!” Brock praised and that praise was like the most addictive drug to you. 

“Thank you for helping me.” You thanked him before he gingerly got up and carried you to your bed before he tucked you in and then took some rags to mop up the water that was on the floor as exhaustion started to really affect you. 

“Brock.” You whispered tiredly as he was gathering up the soiled towels. 

“What?” Brock immediately answered, looking to you worriedly before he came and got down on his knees next to the bed. 

“Stay.” You requested as you held his hand as he squeezed back reassuringly. 

“Ok,” He agreed before he looked at your couch to see if it was big enough to sleep on. 

“No, stay here,” you argued before you scooted over and pulled the covers down.

“I don’t think…” He began to argue before you sat up and kissed him, your arms wrapping around his neck, all your anger, your resentment and exhaustion- gone in a flash along with your night dress, simply tattoos on your body now as relief that he was safe and that now that you were with him- you could protect him and he’d be ok was all that mattered as you softly opened your mouth to suck on his bottom lip and that seemed to be his breaking point before he eagerly kissed you back, leaning over the side of the bed to pin you down to the bed and kiss you the way he had been dreaming for almost two months. 

“Please, stay,” you pleaded after you broke for air. 

“You’re impossible to say no to, you know that right?” He mock complained which made you smile before he quickly stripped out of his sopping wet clothes and dried off with another towel before he slipped into the bed before he pinned you to the bed again, kissing you deeply and touching you with both reverence and desperation which you found you just loved and adored and this felt so right as he moved down to take your breast into his mouth and suck on it which caused your moura marks to light up brightly and began to pulse again. “Woah,” he breathed in awe as he looked down at you in amazement, feeling unworthy that such a beautiful, amazing and awe inspiring creature would want him, especially like this as you reached down to grab his cock which had since become hard enough to drill through concrete with and stroked it before you guided it to your entrance and coated the head in your essence which made his own head seep with precum before the belt came undone and fell off and it surprised both of you but the smile on his face was brighter than sunshine as he grabbed it and threw it across the room before he got on his knees and picked up your hips and entered you slowly at first before he became fully sheathed, his cock making your lower belly bulge which turned you on even more as you were comfortably stuffed, not overstuffed and not anywhere close to underwhelmed, it was perfect, like his dick was perfect, the perfect size, shape, curve and length and girth, like it was custom made by the gods just for you, the moura marks got even brighter so that the whole room lit up, an iridescent glow draped everything as you managed to cross your ankles behind the small of his back, his narrowest point on his body before his elbows planted on either side of your head so he could hold himself up so he didn’t actually crush you or smother you but you wanted to feel that weight on you, like if he didn’t lay on you, you were going to float away as you pulled him down, kissing him deeply as it suddenly clicked- you had tasted him before- in your dreams, the taste matched and was right, his voice and sounds were the all the right notes and were music to your ears- like hearing your favorite song by your favorite singer instead of a cover of it by someone else. And his natural rhythm he picked up as his hips started to move and snap into yours was just perfect too like your favorite song wasn’t being sped up or slowed down, it was just the way you liked it. 

And like getting to the favorite part of your song, soon his own rhythm sped up and you could hear the sound of his flesh colliding with yours and the sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy mixed in with your labored breathing and his labored breathing and his face twisting into one of tortured bliss as his grunts and moans and keens mixed with your own as his face was now nuzzling with yours as your fingers clawed down his back as he started to lose control, his own tattoos starting to glow and pulse too but it was like he didn’t notice or care as his movements grew rougher and more desperate before it was like lightning struck as your orgasm finally built up enough to snap and flood your body, your back arching off the bed and your chest pushed against his as your moura marks got so bright it was like the moon was trying to turn into the sun as your orgasm pulsed and shone on your body as he finally let himself go as he slammed as far into you as he could before his hips stuttered as he spilled his own seed into you and squeezed you so tight it was a little hard to breathe but you loved it, you loved every bit of it as your inner walls fluttered and constricted around him, milking every drop from him before he collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you as you both basked into the afterglow. 

“Please don’t go into the ocean anymore, I was worried sick.” Brock pleaded. 

“Well I don’t know if it’ll be necessary, I was able to meet the dragons while I was gone,” you countered as you grinned smugly as he braced himself up on his elbows to look at you as your moura marks started to fade as they stopped pulsing as you came down from your high. 

“And?” He asked anxiously. 

“They agreed to not ice the boats anymore if the nets are shallow enough not to disturb the nest.” You smiled brightly before he enveloped you in a hug and kissed you all over which made you giggle as he rolled over to his side, his now softening member pulling from you as you rolled with him, cuddling into his chest as his heat continued to flood into you, warming up more than just your body, but your soul and spirit too, as his arm became your pillow again as the other arm wrapped around you, his fingers softly stroking your back and you felt incredibly happy in this moment. He was safe, you were safe and the rocking of the ship in the storm around you was relaxing and the rain hitting the windows was lulling both of you into sleep. 

“I love you Benyana,” you heard Brock whisper right before he drifted off to sleep which made your eyes open before you looked up at his face, a gentle smile on it and he looked so happy and peaceful but something stopped you from returning it. So you simply kissed his chest in response before you cuddled close to him, protected from the outside world as you pushed nagging guilty thoughts out of your head to welcome sleep too.

#Evil cackling #orc #orc boyfriend #monster boyfriend #orc romance #orc reader insert #monster reader insert #female reader male monster #exophilia #exo #orc love story #moura #siren #selkie #merman #angel #Of Heaven and Fire #Of Heaven and Fire part 6 #wow this story is coming along nicely. #Oh just wait #just wait #the dumpster fire is aquiring fuel right now. #and when it burns #it's gonna light up the night #be seen from SPACE

[allthingsobeyme]

Little Mermaid AU pt.4

(( @eddieveneziano is co writer

MC chuckled as they finished tending to Lucifer. They tilted their head and smiled kindly as Lucifer and the other brothers making their hearts collectively jump.

"I shall have the maids prepare some proper clothes for you all for now you all need to bathe in the meantime, Simeon will take to the baths"

The brothers all nodded and MC soon stpped out of the room.

Mammon was still blushing, all them were actually and Lucifer smiled softly.

'I suppose we'll need to work around being unable to speak but, its time'

All seven jumoed whent he door opened to reveal a young man.

"Ah! You must be Prince/Princess MC's guests, come this way I shall show you to the baths!'

What was a bath?

---

Oh so that's a bath

MC came into the royal bath house, huffing and puffing. "What is it Simeon? Did something happen to the boys?", MC asked with their hand on their chest.

Simeon shrugged. "More or less. These gentlemen won't go near the water no matter how much I tell them it's safe.  I won't blmae them thou. You do found them er, naked by the beach yes?"

At the far corner of the room, MC could see the boys hundle together with the one with the black hair(Lucifer) standing infront as if protecting them.

MC bit their lips before walking over to the black haired. They smiled gently and then carefully held Lucifer's hand, unknown to the fact that the former mermaid's heart was ready to birst out.

"Come now..."

He carefully guided them to the bath as Lucifer's eyes widened.

"This bath is safe, nothing is going to hurt you here"

Lucifer purswd his lips and pokes at the water. True to MC's words it was intact safe. Even if there was lots of foam like bubbles.

Being a former mermaid made the prospect of swimming irresistible.

All the brothers dove right in.

"Oh my..."MC giggled.

---

After that one eventful bath time, it's time to eat.

The boys were astonished with the variety of human food. How colourful! Oh it smells so good! Oh it's so...so...

So human!

Beelzebub was the first to dive in. Literally, I mean. He smacks his face in a bowl of mashed potato. Belphegor took one of the hot soup and drank it straight from the bowl. Then his face turned red.

Mammon gasped and took one of the fork. He remember seeing it on MC's ship and he used it to brush his hair, thinking that it's a hairbrush that the humans used. But he hides it away when he notice that Simeon and MC is looking at him so weirdly.

Lucifer looks on, seeing his brothers happily eating the food offered by MC. Back in their sea kingdom, receiving food from the other species meant one thing.

'This human is courting us...' he mused before he too, dive in to eat.

"I take it you all have nowhere to go?"

Satan lookef uo, face messy from food as he nodded, Lucifer looked up as well as MC hummed and set down their fork.

Simeon then suggested an idea, he had observed they could make good servants.

"Hmm...My lord/lady, we could have them live here and work for you?" Simeon turned his head to MC, MC put a finger on their lips...

"I suppose, if you want to work here I mean?"

MC stared at the brothers whom all stopped eating the meal and looked at each other as if speaking telepathically.

Lucifer stared at MC and nodded vigrously. 'Of course we'd gladly stay by you' he mentally exclaimed.

They'd be closer to there human!

---

"I take it that all of you can't speak?", Simeon asked with an amused face. Lucifer can feel his eyes twitching with irritation. Simeon chuckled and handed them their servant clothes

"My Greatness will send in the royal tailor to measured up your size. For now, this will do. I'm Simeon, if you got anything to ask you can come look for me"

Leviathan is ready to throw hands at the moment but he was held down by Beelzebub.

'Let me at em I had enough of this stinky human!', Levi internally yelled. Satan shakes his head. 'Can you for once stop trying to pick fights? You're no longer a beta fish remember?', Satan raised his brow while his eyes looking downloads at Leviathan's skinny legs. 'Let me at em' !!!!', he yelled internally again.

The brothers sighed. Wait...

'Where's Mammon?!'

'Heheheh! All of these shinies'

This fucker managed to sneak into the royal treasurey, Mammon's eyes shined as he dug into the gold piles of gems and metals.

'So much human shiny things! I love it'

Mammon laughed internally but stopped when a voice spoke, MC's.

"What are you doing here?"

MC was stanfing by the doorway as Mammon scrambled and stood up. He blushed in embarassment but MC just smiled kindly.

"I'm not mad, but I am curious...Did something catch your eye"

He walked over to the small pile Mammon made.

"Servants are not allowed here you know"

Mammon blushed in embarrassment and also looked ashamed, he blew it for him and his brothers...

"But I can give you something..."

He stared at them in shack and he stared at what was in their hands. A silver choker with a yellow gem at the center.

"You can't enter here again...But you can have this...Consider it my welcoming gift to the castle"

Mammon blushed as MC's hands glided on his neck and put the choker on.

"Now go on...Go to your brothers, they are at their room"

Mammon nodded and ran out. He smiled a big stupid smile.

'Brothers! Look what MC gave me!'

In the sea kingdom giving somethibg like a necklace was considered another form of courting.

---

The boys internally gasped. Except for Belphie who is sleeping and Beel who is....

'BEEL! You're not supposed to eat that!', Asmo shrieked internally. He quickly pulled Beel away from....Whatever he is eating.

Beel still munching on the blanket, 'Sorry I'm so hungry. I guess even as a human I'm still hungry....', he mumbled.

Lucifer sighed and facepalms. Guess being a human is not as easy as he thought. Not only the human has courted them first, it seems that his idiotic of a brother has gotten a gift.

A gift! He needs to act quickly, it is not fair for the human to court them and yet they haven't return the favour.

Back in their kingdom, their merfolks danced and sing songs to attract the potential mate or courting.

They all can't sing obviously. With that in mind, Lucifer absentmindly rub his neck. Hmm...

And they can't dance either. Lucifer can still feel the pain of sharp knifes in every step he take.

'Brothers, it's about time we court the human'

'Huh but how? Also it's not fair Mammon has gotten a gift! I want one too...', Asmo pouted. Mammon soundlessly chuckled.

'That means MC likes me! Oh I can't wait to have eggs with them!'

Satan stroke his underchin.

'Do humans lay eggs too?'

The boys shrugged.

Brainstorming was hard pressed until Satan finally suggested something.

'Simeon said somehing about us learning about MC's interests as he introduces us to their routine, maybe we can find out what they like doing that

Lucifer hummed but Belphie cut the silence.

'Can we brainstorm more tomorrow? Its getting late and I feel tired...We should all sleep too'

Lucifer sighed as Asmo nodded.

'Belphie is right we should get some beauty sleep so we can look pretty for MC!'

Lucifer and the rest nodded as Satan switched of the lamp and dmiled to himself at the cute little light source.

For now they rested.

---

The next day....

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.

.

"Be honest with me....Have you lot never done any housework?", Luke one of the servants tsk'ed while looking at the mess infront of him.

In front of him is a royal disaster. Lucifer seems to be struggling with balancing the dishes that they ended up broken on the floor around him. Lucifer covers his face with his hands in embarrassment.

Mammon somehow don't know how clothes and gravity works so now he's all tangled up in the blankets he was supposed to fold.

Beelzebub was assigned to cooking with the head chef but he ended up eating almost ALL of the ingredients. The head chef had to hold him back when he started chewing on the table.

Leviathan was assigned to do gardening. But...um....(pushed the mic away) "Dude who even eats worms????" "Just read the script? Okay fine.."

Satan and Asmo was assigned to window cleaning, but because they are still adjusting to their legs, they ended up in a wet mess with the soapy water all over the velvet carpet and the buckets on their heads.

Belphegor? Well....

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.

"Thank you umm....What should I called you?", MC asked shyly as Belphie serves them tea. It seems that Belphie is fairing pretty well. He smirked which makes MC blushed even harder.

"C-Come to think of it I don't know your names or your friends? Brothers?", MC asked.

Belphie shakes and nods. "Oh brothers ? My you all are so unique and different!", MC laughed heartly.

Belphie can feel his heart swoon.

Simeon just gave his ever patient smile but inside he felt that perhaps them dorwing did more damage then he and the healers initially thought. That or these 7 came from a place where they did not need to perform such tasks.

"Perhaps we should teach them basically skills first hmm Luke"

"Huh...Basic?! We need to teach them everything by the book!"

The 6 brothers all just stood there in embarrassment and hoped the land would consume them.

"Fear not, me and Luke can teach you all, but the young royal...He wants to take you out to see the town and familiaize yourself of this place"

All the brthers looked at eachothwr.

"But when you get back I will teach you all the ropes of being MC's butlers"

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me satan #little mermaid #au

[invisibletinkerer]

Fic: The Secret Journal of 'Stanford' Pines

Size: ~3000 words AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20864183

Stan Pines keeps a journal of brief daily notes during the summer of 2012.

Note: We all know that the Gravity Falls timeline makes no sense whatsoever. Therefore this is based on a headcanon timeline I made a year or so ago, trying to incorporate as many of the canon dates (in show and published J3) as possible, but ignoring the ones that were contradictory or made no sense. This still means some episodes did not happen in a strictly chronological order.

June 1

Kids are here. I have no idea what to do. Why did I agree to this.

Boy is a grump and girl made macaroni art in the kitchen. Did I even have macaroni?

 June 2 Sunday

I think boy got spooked in the forest. He seems fine, though. Good taste in gold chains.

Girl is now dating some punk kid.

 June 3

Kids looked like they’d been run over by the golf cart when they got back tonight. Not good.

Gave them some free gifts from the shop to cheer em up. Yes I know

Boy got a new hat. Should get him to wear a Mystery Shack shirt next. Girl found a grappling hook that was not in my inventory. Bold choice.

What would they say if they knew about me?

June 4

Fishing Season Opening Day – took the kids fishing.

Of course, they got excited about monster hunting instead. They’re listening to reason about as well as I and Fo did as a kid.

But. They came back to me in the end. We had fun.

I love those kids.

 June 5

Soos found those cursed old wax statues I sealed up some ten years ago. Don’t seem all that cursed now. One had melted.

Mabel’s gonna make a new one for the wax museum. Meaning I’ll have to figure out how to make suckers pay to look at wax statues again.

 June 6

Mabel’s wax creation nearly gave me a heart attack. It looks just like my twin me.

She’s crazy talented.

 June 7

I’d say the wax museum reopening went well. Assuming “well” means “profit”.

Did anyone actually think I’d hand out free pizza?

 June 8

Hanging out with my wax twin Stan, and the moment I turned my back he was murdered.

 June 9 Sunday

Tried to hold a funeral for Wax Stan. Failed to keep it tounge-in-cheek.

Face it, Ford is long gone

 June 10

Guess the wax people were still as cursed as I remembered. Kids killed them with fire – I should have done that long ago.

Dipper crawled in the vents all day looking for a wax head that got away.

If I keep telling him he’s delusional, he’s got to stop looking for trouble eventually, right?

 June 11

Mabel decided I should date Lazy Susan. Couldn’t stop her. Now Susan and her cats keep calling me.

This was a bad idea. (I will never tell Mabel that.)

 June 12

Went on a date with Lazy Susan to shut her up. That ended just as well as expected.

Need to figure out some more specific excuses.

 June 13

The worst thing is, the Portal should work now. It’s functional. I just can’t get it to start.

Maybe I’ve been doing it wrong all along

I did fix that old copier. Don’t know if it still makes copies of people, but at least it makes copies of paper again.

Caught Dipper making oogly eyes at Wendy. I smell drama.

 June 14

Did not expect “The Duchess Approves” to be that good.

 June 15

The traditional Mystery Shack party that has nothing to do with any birthdays.

Mabel is a great singer, and that Northwest brat cheated.

Happy birthday, Sixer.

 June 16 Sunday

Gideon Gleeful’s running TV ads again.

Of course my family goes to his show just to spite me.

 June 17

Mabel played with Gideon today. Did not see that one coming.

As long as she’s happy, I guess.

 June 18

I hate Pioneer Day.

Stupid people acting even stupider than normal, nothing works, then someone (me) ends up in the stocks.

 June 19

Gideon and Mabel are dating!?

Seemed like a horrible idea, but Bud Gleeful has a point on the moneymaking opportunities if we play it right.

 June 20

So if Mabel marries Gideon, his business will be incorporated into mine. I sure like the sound of that.

Bud is already making t-shirts.

 June 21

 June 22

OK, no. No deals with the Gleefuls. Not now or ever.

Mabel broke up with the little pest. Good riddance.

Got me a nice painting from Bud’s house, though.

 June 23 Sunday

The Mystery Fair! It may look cheap, but it brings in the money.

Though someone broke all safety protocols and brought a futuristic laser gun to Dunkle the Grunkle. That’s unfair.

Mabel has a pig now.

 June 24

Got roped into the gaming arcade with the kids.

Maybe get one of those games for the Shack?

 June 25

Mabel decided to fix my fear of heights.

I can say this – being on top of a water tower about to fall over was unpleasant. Compared to that, a high but stable ground isn’t so bad.

Dipper got into a fistfight with Wendy’s boyfriend over teenage drama, but good on him for standing up for himself.

 June 26

For some reason Gideon has gotten it into himself that he wants the Mystery Shack now.

Good luck, kid. I’m a better conman than you’ll ever be.

 June 27

Mabel is slightly taller than Dipper. This is funny.

Gideon Gleeful trying to be threatening while throwing a hysterical fit after breaking my new mirror maze – mostly confusing. Wish I knew what went on in that kid’s head.

 June 28

Kids made me wear the golden teeth. Guess they think I’m a dishonest man.

Fortunately, I’m good at bullshitting even when telling the truth. Think I scandalized the poor things. Hilarious.

Could have been disaster, though. Could have easily made them hate me.

 June 29

Spent half the day falling down the Bottomless Pit.

 June 30 Sunday

Summerween, now that’s a respectable local holiday.

Scaring children for fun and profit. Celebrating true evil together with family.

 July 1

Hottest day of the year. Wax Stan was permanently murdered by the weather.

Closed the Shack and went to the municipal pool with the kids.

Gideon stole my perfect pool chair. It’s on.

 July 2

Broke into the pool area at night to get the chair to myself. Which was a good plan, until I wanted to get up later in the day. The pest had coated it with glue.

The kids broke into the pool at night, too. Didn’t ask.

 July 3

Opened the Shack again.

Can’t be too lazy. Tourists to fleece and all that.

 July 4

 July 5

Mabel bet she could run the Shack better than I can. Well. I’m nothing if not a gambler.

So, three days of vacation, in which I will make more money than she will make running the Shack. Winner takes the Shack, loser sings a silly song.

Best case scenario, she learns something about business and stops complaining. Worst case, she actually makes money and then runs the Shack for me the rest of the summer. Not bad.

 July 6

Made it past the line to be a contestant on Cash Wheel, using my Old Man powers and lack of common decency.

Why is it so hard to sleep

 July 7 Sunday

Well. I lost at Cash Wheel.

Guess that means I lost the bet with Mabel, too. Unless I go rob a bank or something in the time I have left. Hm.

 July 8

Turns out Mabel barely broke even when running the Shack. She did win the bet, but she didn’t want my job, no surprise there.

I’m proud of her for learning something.

She still made me sing that song. On video tape. It’s kinda catchy.

 July 9

Mabel’s friends came for a sleepover. They make a lot of noice.

 July 10

Soos managed to uncover the door to Ford’s that old study I sealed thirty years ago the very moment the kids demanded separate bedrooms.

I never wanted to see that room again. His glasses were still there

Guess they didn’t want the room in the end, but now it’s open. Can’t re-seal it.

I think they messed around with the freaky carpet. Took it away at the end of the day just in case.

 July 11

I fucked up, but I fixed it.

I got Mabel’s pig back, even when I had to punch a pterodactyl in the face for it.

She doesn’t hate me.

I love that kid so much.

 July 12

That weird egg I pocketed from the dino-cave hatched. Dipper says it’s a compo-whatnot.

I call him Compy. He’s now my Mystery Pet.

 July 13

Soos’ birthday. The kids tried to throw a party, which is. Bad idea.

Think he appreciated laser tag, though. And the magic pizza they got him. Never seen him so happy on a birthday.

 July 14 Sunday

Turns out Compy is a very tiny dragon. Hoards stuff, mostly cash. In places I can’t reach.

It’s no good. Gonna hand the chicken-lizard over to farmer Sprott first thing in the morning before he bankrupts me.

 July 15

Mabel and her friends went to some boy band concert. Got back late with a large pack of spoils. Probably robbed someone.

Wendy’s boyfriend is charming her with homemade music. Dipper suspects magic. Can’t rule that out.

 July 16

There was a hypnotic message in the music, but telling Wendy about it only made the teenage drama worse.

Went bowling with Dipper afterwards to cheer him up. Should have a chat with Wendy, too.

 July 17

Gideon   I’m   How could

Didn’t know Gideon was that serious.

As if half-lucid dreams about that yellow triangle wasn’t bad enough. (The kids know something. Not asking. I want them to stay away from that stuff.)

We’re staying with Soos as I panic figure out how to fix this.

 July 18

I can’t fix this.

Gideon’s got the whole town eating out of his hand and I’m just a grouchy old man.

Doing the responsible thing. Got bus tickets to send the kids home tomorrow.

Whatever I do next, don’t want them to watch.

 July 19

GIDEON IS A LITTLE SHIT AND I AM AWESOME.

Figured out his trick, proved it in public and now he’s in jail.

Got the Shack back. Got the kids back.

And. Get this. Gideon had one of Ford’s missing journals. I have it now.

 July 20

I can’t believe it. Dipper. Had the third journal all summer.

All three of the dumb books are right here in front of me.

I activated the Portal. Simple as anything.

It’s scanning for Ford right now.

I’m actually bringing him back.

 July 21 Sunday

Grand reopening of the Mystery Shack turned into a zombie-fest.

Kids could’ve died because I was too busy with the Portal to pay attention. That won’t happen again.

Should have talked to them about weirdness sooner. Hope they believed me when I said I have no more secrets.

A little worried that government might have picked up signals from the Portal.

 July 22

Repairing the Shack. Too much undead slime to attract tourists like this.

 July 23

Re-reopened the Shack.

Dipper got himself an old laptop computer from somewhere. Probably stolen. He tried to hide it.

 July 24

Went minigolfing with the kids.

Mabel challenged Pacifica Northwest to a duel at midnight. I’m so proud of her.

Letting kids into minigolf courts at night to take a rich snob down a few pegs – finally putting my skills to good use.

 July 25

I still can’t believe the Portal works.

It keeps scanning.

 July 26

Tried to bring old Goldie back to the gift shop but apparently he’s unhip and scary. Had to throw him away before the parents sued me.

What I do need is a singing animatronic robot badger. That’s what kids like these days.

 July 27

Soos missed work for the first time ever. Seems to be girl trouble, but the kids are handling it.

Would’ve stolen myself a robot badger if it hadn’t tried to kill me. Saved by old Goldie. No way I’m not keeping him now.

 July 28 Sunday

Went for a Vegas vacation because I deserve it.

Not because I’m nervous.

Brought Goldie, might have gotten slightly drunk. And slightly married.

 July 29

Mabel found herself a new obsession with hand puppets.

She’ll throw a big show on Friday. Made me rent Gravity Falls theatre for her. (Can’t believe I did that.)

 July 30

The Shack is full of sock puppets and kids and Mabel keeps singing.

Guess this is my life now.

 July 31

 August 1

Soos went to his cousin’s wedding with his new girlfriend. Good on him.

Mabel’s still obsessing about puppets.

Dipper looks like he hasn’t slept in days. Can’t blame him with all this ruckus.

 August 2

Play was good! Think it paid for the costs, too. Mabel’s got showmanship.

Don’t get the ending, though.

I mean. Children fighting always makes for good footage, but was it necessary to beat Dipper up that bad? I swear Mabel don’t know how strong she is.

A little worried about Dipper. He seemed high as a kite all day. Probably sleep deprivation. At least he’s sleeping now.

 August 3

 August 4 Sunday

Gravity’s going more crazy around the Portal the longer it’s on, but I don’t care.

It hasn’t found Ford yet.

It won’t find him if he’s dead

 August 5

The Portal ate my notebook.

Got a nasty cut on the back of my hand from some debris, too. Could have been worse.

 August 6

Tried to advertise the Mystery Shack for the kids at the Woodstick Festival. Hilarious disaster.

Being feared is worth more than being loved anyway.

 August 7

 August 8

IT FOUND HIM.

He’s alive. There’s a lock on his position.

Fuck I don’t  I have to

I know how it works. It needs to calibrate for a while. It needs to be fueled for the big moment.

I’ll go rob a government facility right now.

(So glad the kids are off at the Northwest party tonight.)

27 hours and then I’ll see him again.

 August 9

Ford is back.

I had to run from the feds and the kids found out everything the wrong way but it worked and he’s back.

But he doesn’t  He still hates me.  

Why would I expect anything else.

Don’t know what I’d do with myself if the kids weren’t here.

It’s fine. I fucked up everything, but. Mabel trusts me. Dipper forgives me. I’m fine.

not crying

 August 10 Sunday

The Shack needs repairs again.

Spent most of the day making Duck-tective finale preparations with Mabel. We had fun.

Told the kids to stay away from Ford.

 August 11

Dipper has predictably decided to be nerd friends with my brother.

Can’t stop him. He looks happy. Both of them do.

Still can’t figure out why Ford would have reality altering dice lying around in his sci-fi pouch.

Anyway. I knew Duck-tective had an evil twin.

 August 12

I hate everything.

Ford will take my his place here soon enough, does he have to undercut me while I’m still here?

I’m running for mayor now.

 August 13

Kids are helping me with a political campaign. Apparently I know nothing about politics and have unpalatable opinions. Bah.

 August 14

The Stump Speech went great! I relax, words happen, people cheer.

Dipper got a lucky tie for me. Think it really works.

 August 15

Should’ve tried being a politician before. Almost feels like people like me.

 August 16

Nope. Politics is not for me. Too much mind control.

Should’ve known it wasn’t me making those speeches.

(The kids shouldn’t get into politics either. Can’t always be there to save them from murder.)

Turns out I’m not mayor material, but I’m a HERO.

Take that, Ford.

 August 17

Rented an RV and took Soos and the kids and Mabel’s friends on a road trip.

Pranking the tourist traps. Good old Mystery Shack tradition for the last time.

Dipper’s practising flirting like a pro.

 August 18 Sunday

Almost got eaten by a spider-woman. That could have gone better.

Have to admit, the kids are heroes too.

Don’t think Ford noticed we were gone.

 August 19

Opened the Mystery Shack for the final stretch.

Two more weeks, then I’m gone for good.

 August 20

Made a good deal on illegal pugs. Still got it.

Ford and Dipper put some magic mojo on the Shack. Not gonna ask.

Might have something to do with how badly Ford is sleeping.

 August 21

Ten days left until the kids’s birthday and the end of summer.

Guess I’m doing a countdown now.

 August 22

Nine days left.

 August 23

Eight days left.

I’m gonna order a ponytail kit.

 August 24

HELL NO I DON’T NEED THIS.

It’s the literal end of the world and the kids are missing.

Suddenly orange skies, goats turning into monsters, the whole shebang. I thought I had enough troubles.

That magic on the Shack seems to be protecting it, but. THE KIDS ARE MISSING. So is Ford.

 ??? 1

Day and night are replaced by eternal glowing orange and every single clock is busted, so no more dates.

Went out looking for the kids, but all I find is other people. Also demons. No sign of Soos or Wendy, either.

Been taking people to the Shack. Safest place on Earth for all I know. I have enough brown meat and elected myself Chief.

The kids are fine. Probably with Ford. That’s the ticket.

 ??? 2

Went out looking again. Found the Northwest girl dressed in nothing but a potato sack. She was crying and I don’t want to know, but she didn’t deserve it.

Been told the head honcho is the yellow triangle. He calls this Weirdmageddon.

Old McGucket showed up more coherent than usual, herding a whole flock of forest creatures into the Shack. Starting to get crowded here.

The kids are fine. Of course they are.

 ??? 3

There’s still people alive out there. I heard cars over at Gleeful’s place.

Didn’t see anyone else.

I’ve lost  I couldn’t even

Mabel and Dipper are definitely still alive. So is Soos and Wendy. And Ford better be.

 ??? 4

They’re alive!

All four of my kids, bursting through the door like cops doing a raid but they’re alive!

Now all I want is for them to stay here and be safe. Why can’t they see that?

I’m done saving my brother’s skin and getting nothing but scorn for it.

Ford made his own bed with that demon. Forget it.

 ??? 5

Did I mention, the plan concocted by five kids, Soos, and a known madman is utterly insane?

They’re rebuilding the Shack. I just had it repaired, too.

It’s my house, but no one’s listening to me.

 ??? 6

I keep having this bad feeling about Ford.

It’s dumb. My brother has made it perfectly clear how he feels about being saved.

 ??? 7

Well then.

Not letting the kids lead an apocalypse rebellion against a demonic triangle without me.

 August 25 Sunday

 August 26

 August 27

 August 28

Huh. I can’t remember writing this, but it does ring a few bells.

It’s like I

I need to talk to Ford.

 August 29

So. The apocalypse is over, and we’re all fine.

We killed the demon by burning my mind out when he was inside, pretty much.

My mind’s still there, but it’s kinda. Well. In need of repair.

Spent a few days reliving good memories.

Turns out there’s more than a few bad ones, too. But.

Everyone is so good to me

I don’t deserve this

 August 30

I remember how Ford looked at me after I brought him back.

Now he acts like  he likes to   he thinks I’m

Now it’s like he’s my brother again.

He said. “Thank you.”

 August 31

The kids have left. I’ll miss them, but I’ll see them again.

Until then, my brother and I are going sailing.

#gravity falls #fanfic #stanley pines #i still have feels about this old conman #it writes #unconventional writing

[excindrela]

12 Days of Demon Ayno- Day 7

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: foul language

Word Count: 2228

AU: Look we made it to day 7! (Only 10 days after Christmas) Today is fluffy, but there’s smut ahead in the forecast! To everyone reading this series- I’m so glad you’re here- thank you for reading ( especially to those who have re-blogged!). I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! Interesting fact: Tenley, Katricia & Cassidy are people I actually know! I love giving irl people cameos! LOL

Demon Ayno: Summoned | Thanksgiving | 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

On the 7th Day of Christmas: Ayno Experienced the True Spirit of the Season 

You strolled out of the bedroom still brushing your hair to find Ayno in the kitchen making your breakfast as usual. He poured and doctored your coffee and turned around to hand it to you but stopped with eyes wide at your appearance. He slowly handed you the coffee cup, while looking you up and down. You knew he wanted to say something but was clearly having trouble deciding on exactly what to say. He opened his mouth, and then stopped and closed it- rethinking whatever it was that had come to mind. You waited. Finally, he seemed to have settled on a way to broach what he had decided was going to be a delicate subject.

“You know that I find you beautiful, right? Have I told you today that you are beautiful?”

You struggled to hide your amusement. “Not today, but you have often told me this, yes. I believe based on your record of that particular compliment you find me most attractive when I am flushed and sweaty and looking totally fucked-out laying underneath you.”

He grinned. “True!” Then he muttered under his breath “I am not sure even that would help right now.”

You struggled to keep your face neutral.  “Is there something wrong with the way I look today?”  you asked innocently.

“Um...I know you said we are going somewhere today…would you not be more comfortable in the soft sweater with the big neck? It is a good color on you and looks nice with your jeans….”

“Oh…do you not like this one?” you asked strolling over to the floor mirror and admiring yourself.

Ayno, rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, struggling to find something nice to say. “Well…it will be easy to keep track of you…”

Privately you thought he had done very well in finding anything good to say about the knit catastrophe that adorned the upper half of your body. It was made of cheap chunky cream yarn, the whole front covered with a Christmas present made from 4 different red calico prints appliqued on the front, and a giant gold glitter ribbon bow that sat at the shoulder. There were green holly leaves embroidered around the cuffs and on the center back just below the collar.

“Agreed!” you said, “but not as easy as it will be to keep track of you!” you giggled as you ran to the bedroom closet and returned with a larger sweater that made yours look positively tame. Ayno looked with utter horror at the nightmare conceived in polyester yarn you held in your hands. The bottom was knit to look like a rooftop, and the top 2/3 was supposed to be the night sky in royal blue with little silver metallic yarn stars sprinkled on it. The center of the front was dominated by an appliqued reindeer complete with a googly eye, sparkly red pom-pom nose and a harness with actual jingle bells.

“Oh. Yes. You will not lose me.” he said in a small voice.

“Yep! No chance of that! Check this out!” you said as you pushed the hidden button and the tiny lights on all the stars began blinking.

Temporarily robbed of speech by the twinkling atrocity he was expected to put on his body, poor Ayno just stood there, mouth hanging slightly open.

“That…that is very…special.” he finally choked out. Then, hoping for an out, he tried a different tack. “But I thought we agreed that it would be best not to call attention to me. Perhaps the lights…or the whole sweater…are too much? We do not want people to notice me.” he finished hopefully.

You couldn’t take it anymore. The sad pathetic look on his face was too much, and you burst out laughing. “It’s awful right?! I can’t believe I was lucky enough to find something this bad in your size!!”

“Lucky? Uh-huh.” he said, looking very confused.

You needed to explain. “Ayno, today we’re volunteering with Project Reach Out. We’ll spend the morning sorting the food and present donations, wrapping presents for the kids, and preparing a meal. Then in the evening, we’re hosting a Christmas party, and families will come to eat and play games and then the children will pick a present, and we’ll send the families home with a box of food so they will be able to prepare a nice Christmas dinner. All the volunteers are wearing ugly Christmas sweaters today.”

“Oh! So we are supposed to look embarrassing? I will blend in wearing this?”

“Yep! And everyone will know you’re a volunteer.”

“So I am not being punished. Ok. I will trust your judgement” he said as he took the Rudolph sweater from you, “but I still think this should be condemned to the fires of hell.”

*          *          *

You arrived at the community center and went straight to the check in table. You waved happily to Tenley, Katricia and Cassidy who were already there.

“Whoa! That’s quite the bow there!” Tenley laughed.

You laughed “Its huge, right? Nice tree you’ve got.” You said, admiring her red sweater with a green Christmas tree knit into the front that was decorated with pom-poms, fake lights on thread, and plastic charms.

“Yeah, this tree’s gay green dress isn’t going to delight anyone. But check out Trish’s ghetto snowman.” Tenley said jerking her thumb in Katricia’s direction.

Katricia walked forward proudly gesturing at the snowman sweater that had seen better days. One button eye was thisclose to falling off, too many washings had caused the carrot nose to droop like a flaccid penis, one button on the mid-section was unironically totally different than the other two, and someone had attempted to fix one of the cross-stitched twig hands- but had used the wrong color of brown thread. “Yeah, I don’t know what kinda shit Frosty has seen, but I’m pretty sure he’s a crack hoe straight out the hood.” Katricia laughed.

You all laughed with her, shaking your head at the unfortunate sweater, when Cassidy caught sight of Ayno. “Oh damn. Girl, is that your boyfriend? What did you do to this poor man?!” she cried looking in awe at the awful sweater.

“Isn’t it hideous?!” you cried with glee.

“Yes. That is just terrible.” Katricia said hi-fiving you. “Where did you find that?”

“The Assistance League thrift store in The Heights!”

Poor Ayno stood there looking concerned: he couldn’t decide if he was being complimented or made fun of. You felt his fingers fumble for yours and you took his hand and squeezed it for reassurance. “Yes, the extremely good sport stuffed in the sweater from hell is my boyfriend, Ayno. Ayno, this is Tenley, Katricia and Cassidy.” The girls all smiled and shook hands with him, Cassidy mouthing “He’s so cute!” and Tenley fanning her face and mouthing “HOT!” when he was distracted by someone else.  

You had no sooner finished introductions when Jayden, who had gotten roped into coordinating the event this year, breezed over with nametags and clipboard in hand. “Ok ladies…and gentleman, what are we doing today?” she said as she handed out the name tags. “Ayno- we’ll start with you. Do you have a preference on what you’d like to do today?”

Ayno looked at you wide eyed and shrugged. “Ayno loves to cook Jay. He’s good in the kitchen- why don’t we put him there?” you suggested.

“Perfect! Ayno, I’m sending you and Trish to help sort canned goods for the take-home boxes, and then to the kitchen for dinner prep! You already know what you’re doing, right?” she said to you.

“I believe I’m sorting toys and wrapping presents?” you said.

“Yes ma’am!” Jayden said as she moved on with Ten and Cass in tow.

“You will not be with me?” Ayno asked nervously.

“No. But you’ll be fine, and you’ll be much happier in the kitchen.”

“But what if people talk to me? What do I say?”

“Well I’d advise not mentioning you’re a demon.” You said dryly. Ayno gave you a look. “You know what to say. My best advice is to deflect: you want to learn about humans- well lesson number one is that people love to talk about themselves. Just ask them questions.”

Ayno nodded, still looking a little unsure. “Ok.”

“Don’t worry- Katricia will be with you, and she is so much fun. I’m sure she’ll take good care of you”, you promised him.

“Mmmm-hmmm. Yes ma’am, Imma take gooood care of this fine man!” Katricia said looking Ayno up & down and winking at you. “C’mon Ayno, we are gonna go get biz-zee in the kitchen!” she said taking him by the arm and dragging him off.

And that was the last contact you had with Ayno for the next eight hours.  You saw him singing Christmas carols while happily sorting canned goods and carrying loaded dinner boxes to the area where fresh produce, dairy & a turkey would be added at pick up. Later you passed by the kitchen and saw him peeling a giant pile of potatoes listening intently to whatever the others doing prep were talking about. You almost dropped the cranberry sauce you were bringing around during the dinner when he snuck up behind you and kissed your cheek as he went on his way refilling coffee.  As you cleared dinner dishes, you saw him lifting little ones up to choose an ornament off the tree, and then later being taught how to play “Go Fish” by some elementary age kids.

It was while you were drying baking pans and putting them away in the kitchen that he came up to you waving an envelope.

“Look I won a prize? I do not know what it is...”, he said curiously looking at two pieces of paper inside.

You looked in the envelope, “Oh those are movie tickets! So you can go to the cinema to see a movie... and there is a coupon for popcorn and snacks too! What did you win a prize for?”

“Apparently others think my sweater is very, very bad too. It was bad enough to win the number 3 envelope. I did not think it was possible to wear a sweater that was worse than mine but apparently two people did. I think the number 1 envelope was given to the man who had the Demon of Sahjoolh coming out of a box on the front of his sweater... I am told it is actually a ‘jack in the box’ with a ‘clown’ -whatever that is- but it looks like the Demon of Sahjoolh. It was very frightening, and I could not figure out why anyone would want to make a sweater with the Demon of Sahjoolh on it, so I suppose he deserved to win just for being brave enough to wear it.”

You laughed, “Well, I have never seen the Demon of Sahjoolh, but that does sound frightening. Congratulations!”

His face suddenly brightened as a thought occurred to him. “I have two tickets! You could go with me to the cinema- I could take you on a date! Will you go to see a movie with me?”

You smiled, “Yes, Ayno, I would love to go to the movies with you…but right now, I want to go home, because my feet hurt.”

*          *          *

Later that night you sat in your usual position stretched out across the couch from Ayno. He was rubbing your sore feet while you watched whatever the insipid Hallmark movie of the day was. You were looking at him and you could see the wheels in his head turning.

“Our life is charmed, isn’t it?”, he said suddenly.

“What do you mean?”, you asked.

“Our home is nice- it is warm and safe…we always have hot water, and there is always food here- you do not ever seem concerned about getting food…your car is big and shiny and seems to work well... and when I want something you get it for me... you give me money every week and let me buy iced coffees without worry. The people today… it is not the same for them is it?”

You shook your head sadly, “No, it’s not. That’s why we do what we did today. To help them. To try to make things better. We helped lift some of their burdens for today: they knew they were going to have a hot dinner for themselves and their families, they knew their children were going to get a Christmas present and they knew that they were going to get food to prepare a nice dinner on Christmas. These are small things to you and me but very big ones to them. We don’t have these worries, so yes- we are privileged. We are lucky.”

He looked thoughtful. “We should do this again. Is this like Thanksgiving where it only happens once in a year? Do we have to wait for next Christmas?”

“Well, Christmas only happens once a year; but there are lots of opportunities to volunteer all year long.”

“Good. More of this then. I like small humans. We should do things for them.” He said as he crawled across the couch to lay his head on your chest.

“Good plan.” You said, wrapping your arms around him and silently marveling at the humanity of your demon.

#ayno #vav ayno #vav #vav fluff #VAV fanfiction #ayno fluff #demon

[homosociallyyours]

@ha-larry-us and @livqueer tagged me to do this! Here we go :) 

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? light amber wood color

2. a food you never eat? beets, tho i keep trying

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? neither, usually my body regulates temp well. but being sick that’s a little different and i never know if i’ll be shivering or having a hot flash

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? going back and forth between instagram and tumblr

5. what is your favourite candy bar? uhh maybe a snickers or a 100 grand bar

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? i went to the Oakland A’s gay day a few years ago with co-workers. It was really fun!! but i could never attend a serious sports event to cheer for a winning team. 

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? "come on, ding dong, you can do it” --said to my dog who was hesitating jumping down off the chair where she’d sat while i washed my dishes

8. what is your favourite ice cream? McConnell’s salted caramel and chocolate flake. or anything that’s a mascarpone or goat cheese base. yum. 

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? decaf yorkshire with milk

10. do you like your wallet? YES! i have a scarf that has a secret pocket in it! it holds cards and other small essentials and it’s very sneaky. 

11. what was the last thing you ate? granola with milk

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nah bruh i haven’t bought new clothes in ages!

13. the last sporting event you watched? i watched the last season of GLOW when it came out. that’s as close as i get. 

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? chicago mix babyyyy! cheddar and caramel together at last. 

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my housemate, it was the landlord’s contact info​

16. ever go camping? YES, and i miss it!! i used to camp regularly and really love my pseudo-glamping life: cooler full of good food, a double high air mattress, and a tent that allows you to stand up in the center (to change clothes). i haven’t gone since coming to california, which is a total bummer. 

17. do you take vitamins? yes, vit. D and fish oil daily, ideally i would have a good multi, PS, and maybe a couple other things, but i can’t afford them all right now. my minimum is a D though, since yr body really does NOT get it from sun exposure. i know it sounds silly but vitamins are basically the concrete you pour in a hole to stabilize a beam (yr food). they’re very good and they help a lot! 

18. do you go to church every sunday? NO, thank goodness! i even stopped having to go with my family when i visit them. 

19. do you have a tan? no, and i rarely do. SPF all the way. 

20. do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? pizza please

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? only fountain sodas with ice

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? bright/mixed colors

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? occasionally, but i’m pretty careful and definitely don’t do it in residential areas. 

24. what terrifies you? zombies (seriously) and loss/lack of control of myself

25. look to your left, what do you see? the side of the couch and the blank wall. 

26. what chore do you hate? doing the dishes

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? the crocodile hunter

28. what’s your favourite soda? cherry coke or dublin dr. pepper (the cane sugar kind made in texas) orrrr cheerwine

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? i drive thru everywhere except in-n-out, where it often takes less time to walk in. 

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my housemate and i had a little conversation, but i messaged with my bff earlier and that was a real conversation. 

31. favourite cut of beef? umm i really like cooking a ny strip, but i don’t necessarily have a favorite

32. last song you listened to? "fancy” as sung by bobbie gentry bc instagram didn’t have the reba version. WHICH IS UNACCEPTABLE, just so you know. 

33. last book you read? my friends, i have a confession. i haven’t read an actual book in ages. i used to read A LOT and then when i got sick it was like my brain said NO THANK YOU and i just stopped. i still read loads, it’s just mostly fic or articles. that being said, i just finished i must admit i thought i’d like to make you mine by @disgruntledkittenface and it was EXCELLENT. 

34. favourite day of the week? Thursdays. like for as long as i can remember. it was hamburger day when i was a kid, and now it’s thursday hersday. and of course it was must see tv night all thru my adolescence. 

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? i mean i probably could but why would i want to?

36. how do you like your coffee? with whole milk (and if i’m doing it myself, a little cinnamon, a pinch of salt, and a pinch of sugar)

37. favourite pair of shoes? my dog face flats (they’re bob’s for dogs, you can maybe google them) even tho they are really worn out now

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? between 4-7am. i am a cryptid, please do not look at me

39. at what time do you normally get up? between 2-5pm, again i beg you to look away and judge me not

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets!! (SAME!!)

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 4 right now. 2 super soft, 1 electric, and 1 duvet/comforter. 

42. describe your kitchen plates? the classic 70s/80s unbreakable plates, some with the gold flowers around the rim and some with the tiny olive green ones. truly i think i have only seen a plate like this break once in my entire life. i bought these at a store in nyc (i definitely overpaid BUT it was still like $20 for 6 or 8 plates that will never break)

43. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? a properly made sidecar is HEAVEN, ok? so good!! but you gotta use good brandy and fresh lemons and i would get one if i could go back to my fave nyc bar and have pietro (a very good bartender) make me one. but really the thing that i will always want and have difficulty turning down is champagne/sparkling wine in the style of champagne. 

44. do you play cards? yes! i used to play all the time with my ex. don’t so much any more but i still love it when i get to! 

45. what colour is your car? dark orange

46. can you change a tire? YES!! @ha-larry-us when the quarantine is done I will show you!! it really isn’t too hard unless your bolts are on super tight. 

47. what is your favourite state/province? California, i think. though part of me wants to name a southern state because I was born there and the mountains feel like home. 

48. favourite job you’ve ever had? the one i currently have but am physically unable to work at right now-- cheesemonger at a worker owned grocery store

49. how did you get your biggest scar? i was borrowing stage makeup from a friend in another dorm before our choir performance. the door was usually propped open, and so when i left the building i sorta jogged down the steps and pushed really hard on the door with my momentum. it was NOT propped open, and I put my right arm through the glass (and knocked out two more panes with my knee and foot). the RA was training to be an EMT and helped me get cleaned up. I didn’t get stitches, but the scar is very long (maybe 3 inches). the best part of the story is that i went to make sure the choir director knew i wasn’t performing but would sit in the audience, and her response was “we don’t have time to give you sympathy.” she was having a rough year but DAMN that was an ice cold response to an injured 18 year old.

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? hmm probably just chatting with my bff. that makes both of us happy, always. 

IDK WHO TO TAG!!! who is the sort of person to answer 50 random questions?? @alienfuckeronmain maybe? how about @slowdownsugar? hmm maybe @crinkle-eyed-boo and uhh @pompomoffinland. And you, friend!! YOU who is sitting there really wishing you were tagged, I am definitely tagging you!!

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