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coralinnii · 1 year

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Hello to you! I was wondering if you were taking requests. I just had a prompt I thought you might like! Any characters you'd like, with an s/o who can and will get violent easily if someone disrespects the love of their life? Like someone calls cater fake and suddenly a chairs getting thrown at their head. I'm sorry for asking, I just thought this was funny :)

❋ Feral!MC who defends their man ❋ feat: Epel ⭑ Ace ⭑ Cater ⭑ Malleus genre: fluff, humour note: gn!reader, no pronouns used with reader, established relationships, reader is implied to be magicless, depictions of physical fighting and violence (punching, kicking, etc),

So, I usually just randomly pick a set of 4 characters but this worked out so well it was hilarious.

All his life, Epel feels underestimated due to his fragile-looking appearance and stature. He spent his early adolescence running amok to prove himself a man but since meeting Vil, he’s learning to hold himself back.

But that doesn’t mean his situation has changed. There will always be one or two schoolmates that continue to demean him for his looks.

“You Pomefiore wimps are all the same. What, too afraid to get your makeup ruined?”

Oh, there is nothing Epel wants more than to give these jerks a piece of his mind, but nothing these guys can say would compare to what Vil would do if he starts a fight here so he chose to turn his cheek on their superficial comments.

Sadly, the offenders did not appreciate that as they started to grow red over being ignored and started raising their magic pens when…

“Ooff!” One of the grunts fell to his knees clutching his lower half, revealing you standing behind him with a look that could scare the campus ghosts.

“The hell is manly about picking on someone minding his own business?!” You seethed in fury as you glared at the wounded student and his friend helping him. “Epel has more manly qualities in his pinky than you do in your whole body, including that sad manhood” You sneered at the term, barely believing one could call any part of them “man”.

You stepped closer to the two male students, one of them covering his already injured equipment. With an air of barely contained wrath, you stomped your foot extremely close in front of the fallen student, right between his legs “Leave before I make sure that you two will be walking weird for the whole school year” Your eyes glinted with not a threat, but a promise.

With the two bullies running off, you looked to Epel. Gone was the fury in your eyes but rather concern.

He really shouldn’t be, but darn it if he wasn’t proud of you. He wanted to praise you so much for how amazing you were. He knows now that violence is not the best option but it sure makes you look cool.

If he were his younger self, he’d have been embarrassed that someone fought his battles for him but he knew you do it out of love and never because you didn’t think he couldn’t defend himself. He’s learning new forms of power, and your willingness to fight for him was another side to strength he didn’t have growing up.

Epel swore to continue growing up, to appreciate the strengths he found such as you, and to someday be strong enough to protect you forever.

“We can’t let Vil hear about this, but that was super cool! Ya sure spook ‘em good!”

Ace is a cheeky bast*rd. Sure, he knows when he should shut up but when push comes to shove, he’s not afraid to say how he really feels and doesn’t care how he can come across to others. Due to that attitude, he has made a few enemies that don't appreciate his words and like him, aren't afraid to tell him that.

“Who are you to say that about us? Acting like you’re better than us, get off that high horse of yours!”

Ace rolled his eyes over the student’s weak insult but did nothing. Something like this isn’t worth getting hurt over. The redhead was about to put on his fakest smile and ready to satiate the poor kid’s ego but suddenly a blurry figure breezed past him and straight at the student who started this commotion.

And the sound of something solid hitting flesh rang through the hallways

Loud gasps and curious whispers filled in as students saw that you landed a straight punch on the other student, who’s sitting stunned on the floor.

“If you didn’t do stupid sh*t, then maybe Ace doesn't have to call you out on it!”

Boy is smug af over you getting all feral and defending him like that. Watching someone he likes fight for him and getting angry on his behalf tickles his heart. How many guys can say his lover would beat someone up for him? Ace felt shivers down his spine seeing you all fiery and angry for his sake, yelling at the dumbfounded student how Ace doesn’t have to be nice to anyone who doesn’t deserve it.

“And at least Ace has a brain to think before doing something stupid unlike you morons! Talk sh*t, get hit!” Seeing you angrily compliment him is strangely attractive to the Heartslabyul freshman that he rather push to the back of his mind to ponder at a later date.

As your voice got louder as your fury burned, which Ace feared might catch the attention of a teacher or worse, his housewarden.

Always quick on his feet both metaphorically and physically, Ace used the chaotic situation to run in between the crowd and escape his enemies before a teacher ended up showing up just as he predicted. When the coast is clear, Ace will definitely tease you on your little feral child moment.

Great job, you really stroked this kid's ego

“You sure got scary all for lil ol’ me~ You love me that much, huh?”

Cater knows how some people see him, what they say about him but he doesn’t care since in the end he doesn’t affect him that much. Words from a couple of rando people means little to him.

It was an uneventful day, when he heard a couple of classmates whisper behind his back, words like “fake” and “clout-chaser” made purposely clear for anyone, including him, to hear.

“Talk about vibe killers” The laid-back senior thought, a sting of annoyance managing to build in his heart. It doesn’t crush him but still, having someone insult you never feels good.

He was planning to take the high road, pretend not to hear them and walk away when he heard a commotion from that direction. When Cater turned around, he nearly dropped his phone when he saw you…with your hands in a vice grip on one of the jeering student’s hair.

“Say that again, I dare you!” You screamed as you looked ready to turn the poor boy bald. “Show off that loser behavior so everyone can see!”

The student in your grasp was helpless and not even his friend could help him because any attempt made to you only made you tighten your grip on his locks.

“You don't know anything about Cater, how can you call him fake?! He’s considerate and always makes sure not to make anyone uncomfortable, unlike you motherfu-“

You couldn’t finish your sentence as smoke started filling the space, which sent everyone in the vicinity in a state of chaos thinking a fire had started. Surprised, you released the fool in your grasp and in that moment you felt someone pull you away from the smoky mess. In your angry confusion, you nearly restarted your assault when you recognized the familiar light ginger locks and charming green eyes through the fading smoke. It was Cater that pulled you away from the crowd before a teacher finally showed up and cleared the smoke spell he casted.

You nearly gave Cater a heart attack. The last thing he wants is for you to get in trouble or worse, have a target on your back due to your fiery temper. Secretly, he felt a sense of guilty pleasure knowing how fired up you get for someone like him, plus that wild side of you is scarily appealing to him.

Even if he prefers to hide things with a smile, he worries for your safety more than anything. He has a plethora of ways to get himself out of a bad situation so he hopes you could trust him a bit more.

He might not be able to stop you from getting into fights for his sake, but at least let him protect you when you do

“Hoo boy, that was a close one! You gotta trust me a little more, you know?~”

When Malleus saw you walking back to your dorm one late night, thunderous clouds quickly formed as he noticed bruising on your face and hands, obviously from a scuffle.

“Who is responsible for this?” Malleus spoke calmly but the dangerous strikes of lightning raining down in the far distance spoke volumes of his true emotions.

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to downplay your injuries as you explained that you got into a fight with a couple of students earlier that day. Malleus was curious but you looked tired and decided to let you rest for that night

Malleus heard later from Lilia that you suddenly tackled a bunch of students when you overheard them speaking ill of the dragon fae, saying how he only earned his housewarden title purely because of his powers and not due to skills or competence.

Ok, let’s make it clear. Anybody who dares to insult Malleus definitely has a death wish, with the exception of Leona. Being one of the most powerful mages of his time and having a loyal group of guards that isn’t afraid to take someone down, anyone with survival instincts would think twice before talking sh*t about the heir of Briar Village.

But this is true everywhere, there is always that tiny group of people that dare to speak nonsense, acting as though their actions won’t have consequences.

Hah, they thought.

The students who witnessed the fight recalled the sheer rage exuding from you as you continued to pummel on the target of your wrath. You were finally pulled away by a teacher and was sent to Crowley's office, which explained your late return.

“They don’t know anything! They don’t see how hard you’re trying to understand humans for the future of fae-human relations. The lessons and training you do to someday lead your kingdom, they know none of it. None at all!”

Malleus has Silver and especially Sebek who would yell at anyone that would even dare to breathe weirdly in Malleus’ presence, so naturally hearing that a fight broke out because someone supposedly disrespected him is a common story for him. But this was the first time he heard it was you who started the fight in his honor.

He brushed against your cheek, where your bruise was before he quickly healed it. He wondered if humans were all reckless when in love like you were. He should reprimand you, tell you that such violence is unnecessary as petty hate is nothing to him.

Although, supposed if he were in your position, he wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t do the same, perhaps even worse. Afterall, you were his precious treasure.

This man won’t care who started the fight, he’s smiting anyone for trying to harm you in any way (A red flag but a confusing one)

“I would prefer you avoid such conflicts in the future, my dear. Not for your sake, but for theirs if I learn of the fools who dare lay a hand on you”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland headcanons #epel felmier #epel x reader #twst ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #twst ace x reader #cater diamond #cater x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader

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cosmerelists · 2 months

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Five Questions I I Have about the Cosmere that I'm Too Afraid to Ask

Well, except that I suppose I am asking them, right now. These questions haunt me specifically because I think they have answers and that I should know what they are.

1. What Are Highspren the Manifestation Of?

This one I will sincerely accept an answer for, if anybody (or everybody?) knows. Like, rainspren are rain and honorspren are honor and liespren are lies. I get all that. Are highspren, like...the concept of highness? Like being high in the air? Is that something that gets anthropomorphized? I've read the Coppermind page a bunch of times and it feels like it doesn't specifically say.

What are they??

2. How do the bridges work?

You can try to explain this to me if you'd like but I don't think I'll get it because, well, this one is probably down to my difficulty in picturing things like this. But I just don't understand how the manual bridges in Sadeas' army actually worked. Like, they are pushed across the gap, right? So they have to long enough that they don't just tip in halfway across. Are they just like triple the size of every gap? Also, when they get placed side to side so that a line of horses can run across them--wouldn't they have to be like right against each other so there aren't gaps? How do you do that if you have people holding them on both sides? Can you really push them together if they're that long and most of it is on the other side of the gap already? I just have never been able to picture it, even a little.

3. DO we know what caused the Recreance?

In one of my other posts I expressed a hope that we would learn what caused the Recreance, and several people commented that we knew already [SPOILERS]: that it was because the Radiants learned that their powers destroyed their last planet so they all gave up their oaths. But is that really...it? I don't mean to downplay the destruction of a planet but, like, the current Radiants know that too and none of them seemed even slightly tempted to give up their powers. I just feel like there must be more to it than that...right? Some other, more terrible secret? But is this just me missing the point?

4. Where does the joke about Szeth being good at ice skating come from??

This one drives me nuts because I'm sure I should know. I assume it's something from the Battle of Thaylen City when he was with Lift, but the Coppermind article doesn't say a whole lot about his part in that fight. And I just don't remember. And I'm too lazy to look it up. Please somebody save me.

5. Are there...holidays in the Cosmere?

This is one that's been in the back of my mind for a while. Like...I have no idea what the yearly holidays are on Roshar, or Scadrial, or really any of the planets. I'm not clear if people celebrate their birthdays with a party or go out to dinner on their wedding anniversaries or celebrate the new year. I guess maybe because the books are always taking place in crises? So there's no time for Kaladin to go shopping for a midwinter crab-turkey or whatever? Or for Vin to be buying balloons for Elend's big day? But seriously--do you folks know of any holidays that characters are said to celebrate in times of not-crisis?

#cosmere #cosmerelists #stormlight archive #stormlight archive spoilers #I guess?

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satureja13 · 25 days

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Vlad is back in the insanely beautiful (and green) world of the Therapy Game. Still in his insanely stupid clothes... And he still feels so, so hungry. So they can escape their ingame feelings by logging out, but they'll be back as soon as they log in again. And time did not pass. He and Diablo still stood where they logged out. Not the best news for poor Jack who logged out of that cell he'd been locked in...

This village is so pretty. Vlad's experience is so much better than Jack's. At the moment, he is the only one of them stable enough to test the Therapy Game. So it depends on him if Ji Ho, Siawa and Jack will get a successful therapy to help them to deal with their hardships... And so he entered the village. Diablo: 'I have a bad feeling about this...'

But Vlad didn't listen. And he has no choice anyway. The mayor approaches the new arrival. Vendor to the mayor: "I have a bad feeling about him. I bet he ran away. Just look at his clothes..."

But the Mayor didn't listen... Mayor: "Good Day! What brings you here?"

The Mayor does not have a questionmark above his head but this is a game so Vlad tried the obvious: "I have no money and I'm hungry, do you maybe have a quest for me?" It's so embarrasing. But everything for Ji Ho. And it's not real anyway. Just a playtest for a game. Nonetheless it's hard for Vlad to forget his foolish pride, step out of his comfort zone and ask for help (he really, really hates this!) and keep his temper at bay. Plus he is an introvert and feels uncomfortable around people he doesn't know.

Mayor: "How is it possible a beautiful boy like you you has no money? Did your Laird abandon you? Did you run away? Are you a criminal?" Vendor to the mayor: "I have informed you thusly, Roberto."

Vlad: "No! None of these! I'm just passing through." Mayor: "I see you are a Vampire. The Queen will have to decide about you. I'm afraid we can't help you as long as your status is unclear or we'll be in troubles ourselves."

Vlad: "The Queen? Fine. And where is she?" Mayor: "At her castle of course. Two day trips to the west." Vlad: "I won't survive two days without food." Mayor: "Uhm, I think it will be ok when you sell us your horse then. You'll get a share of the meat and you can leave. And we won't be punished for hiding a criminal." Vlad: "I told you I'm not a crimi... THE MEAT? You would slaughter my horse?"

Mayor: "Why not? Horses are useless. No milk, no eggs, no wool... The only thing they are good for is meat." Vlad: "But horses are intelligent, beautiful, noble creatures!" Mayor: "Who says that? Don't you eat meat where you come from?" Vlad: "Sure. But we only eat cows, pigs and chicken." Mayor: "What a weird attitude is this? Pigs are way more intelligent than horses, cows more noble and chicken more beautiful. AND they are all more useful than a horse." Customer: "So who gets to decide which animals should be slaughtered and which not?" Vendor 2: "I don't care, they all taste so good!" *sigh*

Vlad: "Is this your last word? Is there no job for me where I could earn some money? How could I possible reach the castle without a horse?" Mayor: "You have a point, though. But no one here would offer a job to a criminal."

Vlad: "..." Vendor: "Except for the sculptor..."

Mayor to the vendor: "Yes, but no one would work for him." Vlad: "I would!" Mayor: "Fine, you work for the sculptor and we'll spare your useless horse. Let's hope the queen forgives us." Vendor: "She will. That's the only way for us to get rid of him anyway. Before he starts to steal from us."

Vlad: "I'm not a crimi..." But the mayor already turned away: "You better behave, boy. Let's go to the inn, Martha darling." (You might remember Roberto and Martha from our Horse Ranch Adventures. It seems Tiny Can uses some known faces to populate the game, inspired by Vlad's logs. But since they did not recognize him, I guess it's just the visuals and the names.)

'A Christmas song from behind the wire Auld Nick patron saint o thieves, murderers & sailors Strike these shackles from me uh-huh Slide the bolt from out the door & tear down all the wire My babys growin cold & im on fire The aind that whistles off the hills & carries her perfume Carries too a lonely carol badly out of tune For just tonight beyond them walls id lay a mountain low And sing to her like only i know how

They dont hang no fairy lights these rusty iron bars So ill burn a paper lamp for her to see Though shes left like a widow of a war that never was Theres a light still burns in me'

The Rumjacks - Patron Saint O' Thieves

From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

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frogychu · 1 year

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Antirrhinum

ellie x gn!reader

ch. 1 of 4

other parts: 2 / 3 / 4

word count: 2k

Hanahaki (花吐き病) : disease affecting the lungs, proven to be caused by keeping one's true feelings hidden for too long

Where you and Ellie have been friends for years until she finally slips up, coughing up petals in front of you.

a/n : errmm hiii first time posting my fics on tumblr so of course it will be cross posted on AO3 here!

You’re making your way to the stables but just barely, you’re moping, practically limping. You’re late to an evening patrol, and you knew you'd never hear the end of this one. When you open the gates, the stablekeeper looks at you with pity as he's taking your attendance.

"I'm afraid she's beaten you to it." He tells you.

You give him an understanding nod and keep slowly making your way into the stables. The closer you get to the patrol board, the better you see the giant smile on her smug face.

Ellie Williams, the only girl who can make your heart sing and your blood boil. Even if the two of you are constantly at each other's throats, you have to admit that you've recently grown to have a little crush on her. You're not sure if this makes your constant patrolling with her better or so, so much worse.

Even if the two of you are friends, you've never really been emotional with one another; exchanging insults and constantly battling with each other was all you knew. You both kept to yourselves regardless.

Sometimes, you wish things were different. You crave to know her more, to let her show you all of her inner works, anything more than you have already. But you keep it to yourself for now.

She beams at you, "Looks like I'll be driving the bus today!"

"It's a horse." You state plainly.

"Shut up, I'm hilarious and you know it. Plus I won, so you're not allowed to make fun of me."

You don't care to answer and instead just roll your eyes. She clearly takes offence to it as she gasps dramatically.

Regardless of your bickering, you had a job to do, so you shamefully get on the back of Shimmer and hold onto Ellie.

Sometimes, your weird frenemy relationship was a bonus, especially for patrol. They would be idiots not to pair the two of you together since you were both the most efficient at your jobs.

Your partner looks back at you with a smirk as you approach a neighbourhood, "You take that one, I'll take this one." She says as she points to two snow-covered houses across from each other. Easy enough and by the sounds of it, there are only a few infected in each house.

"Deal." You reply.

You've both come to a point of mutual understanding that you can both handle yourselves well, but only use your guns in case of emergencies. So, as soon as you both hop off of Shimmer, you're bolting to your assigned houses.

You climb in through a window, fearing that the front door might make too much noise.

The house only has one floor and it only has 3 runners.

A breeze.

You take down the first one with your knife behind a couch, the second in the kitchen, and the last one in the entrance.

Before you knew it you were out the front door in record time, ready to rub it in Ellie’s face. That is if she hadn't beaten you to it already.

She’s outside petting and talking to her horse. She only turns to look at you for a split second, "Took you long enough!"

You half-heartedly accept your defeat, "Yeah, yeah, you're the greatest blah blah."

She laughs, "Oh, look at that! You're learning."

Her laugh sounds like heaven's bells ringing in your ears, paired with a perfect dimpled smile, she's been getting to you a lot more lately.

You push it deep down as you climb onto the horse again and set on course. The rest of the patrol is uneventful, no infected, and nothing new to report. There was just occasional small talk and comfortable silence as Shimmer carried you throughout the neighbourhood.

Ellie takes the lead and signs you both in at the lookout once you get there; a large house on the outskirts of the residential area. You take the liberty of looking around the house for supplies and to sneak away into the attic which is, in your opinion, one of the best patrol views.

As you grab the string to pull down the ladder, Ellie hears you as it comes down.

"Hey! Who said you could run off!"

The cold attic breeze hits you harshly as you start climbing, “Hurry up and come with me then!”

“Hold your horses I'm coming!” She yells back at you.

When you reach the top, you shake the snow off of your pants and quickly walk over to the large opening of the sunken roof. It's beautiful. The snow of the onlooking houses glittering perfectly in the light of the sunset, the trees rustling in the cool wind, the bright orange light in the swirling clouds.

Ellie had already quickly caught up behind you and her mouth is agape as she looks at the scenery in front of her, “Why have you never shown me this? I thought it was just some random storage thing.”

You turn to look at her, trying not to get distracted by how perfect she looks in this lighting. “Because you hate my guts, remember?”

She chuckles lightly at your comment, “Right, yeah.”

You both sit in tantalizing silence, unsure of what to say. She didn't try to prove you wrong just now, you don't know how to take it.

Did you go too far? She looks almost… upset?

Fuck.

She finally breaks the silence as she twiddles with her hands, "We should uhm, head back."

You nod your head, "Right! Yeah."

Neither of you even bother to put the attic ladder away and just head straight to Shimmer. The ride back was quiet, only the sounds of Ellie trying to clear her throat fill the silence.

"Did you, uh, want water or something?" You ask in an attempt to make the situation less awkward.

"I'll be fine." She says sternly, keeping her head straight and eyes on the road.

It's quiet again until you get back home. She gives you the softest ‘bye’ as she leaves. You barely hear it as you wave at her and part ways. You try not to think of today any longer and go straight to sleep before the sun even has a chance to set completely.

You jolt awake in a pool of your sweat, hand on your chest as you try to catch your breath.

"Just a bad dream." You comfort yourself, before plopping back onto your pillow.

The bright red lights of the clock were too difficult to ignore, reading 4:17 AM

Too early.

You knew you couldn't fall back asleep, in case your bad dream came back so you decided to get up and get out of bed. Though, not before taking your blanket and wrapping yourself in it, so you don't have to deal with the cold midwinter air. As you walk to the living room, you stop to look out the windows.

Everything is so still and serene at this hour. The moon is big, and the light coming from it is comforting. As you sit there, basking in the serenity, another light comes on.

It's Ellie's room, or, as you like to call it when you're irritating her, her shack.

Usually, when her light comes on, it's your cue to start getting ready, to beat her to the stables if you have a morning shift. But this time was different, she's never usually up this early or coughing this much. You're starting to get worried, but quickly brush it off.

Would it be weird to knock on her door? Make sure she's ok?

Probably.

You shake the thought away and head down the stairs, with a picture of what you just saw in the back of your mind. It had only been 10 minutes since you woke up, and even though it felt much longer than that, you decided it was too early for breakfast.

So you watch a movie. Just a random action movie; Curtis And Viper.

Ellie wouldn't shut up about this movie, claiming it was way better than whatever's your favourite movie.

You didn't want to let her win, but it couldn't hurt to watch something different. Besides, you couldn't help but admit that it made you feel a little closer to her; getting into something you knew she liked.

She can never know about this, you thought, as you turned up the volume and settled in.

The whole movie lets you kill enough time to start your day at a more reasonable hour. Even if the ending was getting to you enough to want to see the second movie, you power through and went to get dressed.

As you pick out clothes for the day, you couldn't help but peek out your window again, looking into your neighbour's small house.

This time, she's sitting on the side of her bed with-

Joel?

It looks like they're talking about something important, he's comforting her. He wipes away her tears and pulls her into a warm embrace.

You shouldn't be watching this.

Frantically, you go back to getting ready, skipping every other step of your morning routine and speeding out the door.

The stablekeeper greets you as you brush past him to go look at the patrol board.

Of course, you and Ellie are paired to do a route in the trails. Usually, you would be celebrating the fact that you got here first but you can't help but pace as you wait for her to arrive. You can't stop thinking about your unintentional snooping. Should you bring something up? Would she be upset if you saw her? What if by some miracle she found out you watched Curtis and Viper?

You try to take Shimmer out of her stable to try to take your mind off of things but before you can go see her, Jesse stops you.

"You won't be needing her today, we'll get someone else to do the route for you."

You look at him, puzzled. "Oh? Why?"

"It's Ellie, she's uh," he pauses and looks away. "She's sick. Joel alerted us just a while ago."

Now you're getting worried, and can't help but remember what you saw earlier this morning.

"Is she ok?" You ask quietly, so as to not alert anyone else surrounding the two of you.

He slowly starts walking away from you, "She's fine, just, take the day off."

You have to go see her, even if it's weird. You've known her for years and she's never really missed out on patrol, even with her worst cold she insisted on going. And so, reluctantly, you turn around and start making your way to her house.

What started as a walk quickly became a run. As you’re speeding through the streets, you're bumping into everyone and everything trying to get to her.

Maria shouts at you to slow down, but you can't help but keep running. Hopefully she won't nag you too much about it later. You care about Ellie, even if you don't tell her. The desire to take care of your relationship is bigger than anything else right now. You're determined to get closer to her, to know her better; you've always wanted to.

Hopefully, she feels the same.

Before you know it, you're winding down in Joel's backyard, staring at the garage. Ellie's curtains are thankfully drawn, so she couldn't see your embarrassing attempts to catch your breath.

As the adrenaline left your body, the nerves settled in. Getting here was the easy part, the question is what were you even going to say to her. All of a sudden, you're overthinking anything and everything.

Does she even want to see you?

Had you crossed a line yesterday?

You're sure she doesn't hate you, did she take it the wrong way?

Better yet; was it ok to check in on one another?

You can't say you've ever really done it until now. Even worse than that, it would be your first time seeing her outside of work. You're ashamed to say that you've never even been to her house before, even if she's your neighbour.

And that's when it hits you; it doesn't have to be weird if you're just a concerned neighbour or coworker.

It's not awkward if you don't make it awkward.

With your advice to keep yourself calm, you approach the garage’s front door with newfound determination and knock.

ty for reading !! ill be making a tag list for all the next chapters so let me know if you'd like to be added<3

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou x reader #ellie x fem reader #tlou2 x reader #ellie tlou x reader

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weministertomonsters · 1 year

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Taming Siberius

"Ahahaha!" Your best friend Elan is nearly falling on the ground as he laughs, clutching his stomach.

"Will you stop?" You huff. "This isn't funny."

"Are you seriously thinking about buying that?" He wheezes. "He looks like he wants to kill you."

"If you were stuck in a cage, I'm sure you'd be pissed off too," you reason, and peer at the demon.

He looks like a model fixed up for a fantasy photo shoot. But no cameras are flashing in this display window. The horns, the silvery skin, and the platinum hair are very real. The part of the eyes that would typically be white is gold instead, and he has no irises, only pupils that are huge and cat-like as he stares, unblinkingly at you.

And you look back at him long enough to realize he's not looking at you. He's staring at nothing. It's the sort of faraway gaze you can expect from someone who is in a place they don't belong. Your heart sinks a little but you're brought back to the present when Elan says,

"Resting bitch face," and tosses a handful of popcorn at the window.

You catch the exact moment the demon snaps out of it because you see his pupils shrink and sharpen as he looks at your friend. Damn, you'd hate to be on the receiving end of that look.

"How much did you drink?" You scowl. "I knew having a night out today was a bad idea."

"So what, my boyfriend ditched me. Big deal," Elan says, wobbling. "Who gives a shit about him?"

"Can you move?" An irritated voice calls out. "The last thing I want is a drunk teenager throwing up all over my display window."

"I will have you know I'm twenty-two!" Elan calls out. "I'm a responsible adult now."

"Uh-huh, sure," the shop owner says, entirely unconvinced of the latter. "Go and be responsible somewhere else."

"Actually, I was looking to make a purchase," you pipe up.

The shop owner brightens up. "Why didn't you say so earlier? Come on in. Leave your friend outside, they should get some fresh air."

"I'll be fine!" Elan says in a sing-song voice. "Go and get yourself a little pet."

You roll your eyes and step into the shop. You wince as the heavy scent of incense hits you.

"It's for the smell," the shop owner says. "Demons have a smell you know."

"Did I need to know that?" You muse.

"You want one, don't you? It's best to be aware of all the small details. Demons aren't like dogs, you can't just send them to the pound when you get tired of 'em."

The shop owner thunks a heavy catalog onto the table and says, "Before you ask, you can order them for a fee and get them delivered as well."

"I already know which one I want to get. The demon in the display window is on sale?"

"Lord yes, please take him!" The shopkeeper says quickly.

Of course, that immediately makes you suspicious. "Why?"

The shopkeeper clears their throat and says sheepishly, "He bites."

Your confused expression probably tells them all they need to know because they sigh.

"Hold on a minute, I'll fetch him so you can have a look."

You watch as they approach the brooding demon. You can tell the shopkeeper is afraid by the way they snatch the trailing leash off the floor. You're beginning to doubt your choice as he stands up, towering head and shoulders above the shopkeeper. This demon might be the figurative mastiff of the demon world. He follows the shopkeeper, but only because he wants to.

It looks like he's a little curious about you as well.

"Open your mouth," the shopkeeper orders.

The only two things keeping the shopkeeper alive at this point are the muzzle the demon is wearing and the taser the shopkeeper holds. You know for a fact that there's enough electricity in there to kill a horse. The demon glances down at the shopkeeper, seeming to bask in the way it makes them squirm. And then those golden eyes fall on you and the demon leans down until his face is level with yours. You have a pretty good view through the bars of the muzzle as he parts his lips in a sarcastic smile. The sheer amount of needle teeth bracketed by large canines weakens your knees.

"He's bitten people with those?" You gawk. "Are those people dead or missing limbs?"

"Not that I know," the shopkeeper says. "He only bites when you're rough with him."

"Promise I'll be nice," the demon says in a cavernous rasp that startles the shopkeeper as well as you.

"Since when could you speak English?" The shopkeeper says scathingly.

The demon clamps his teeth together and says nothing else, looking vaguely amused.

"Um, he might be a little too much for me," you tell the shopkeeper. "I want a bodyguard of sorts, not a murder machine."

"This is his last chance," the shopkeeper says. "Sure you don't want him? If not, he's going to the pits."

You wince at that. As scary as he looks, this demon is almost too beautiful to get messed up in the fighting pits. You hesitate and then ask,

"Can I have a trial run with him?"

"Up to a week," the shopkeeper says.

"Okay," you say. "I'll try him out."

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I keep trying to nail down this idea I have that monsters are treated as pets, toys, or "guard dogs" at best and slaves and gladiators and scum of the earth at worst. I can't get it exactly how I want and it's making me mad.

#exophilia #terato #monster x reader #monster x human #monster lover #monsterimagine

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Honey, I'm back! 😘

Ok. If you've already posted this headcone, I'm sorry. But can you write how Pedro's boys would take care of the reader if she had a very painful period. 🥺

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

A/N: hi honey! I decided to keep this requests for a moment I could relate and guess what, it is now because my period is killing me! However, I also decided to change it to our sweet cowboy because I'm missing him a lot 😭 and I couldn't think of good enough scenarios with the Pedro boys for that 😭

• Jack hates when you go on period because he sees how much you suffer, he doesn't like seeing you groaning in pain, having to take painkillers so often and restraining yourself from doing the activities you love, such as swimming in the river nearby his ranch or riding horses with him

• and also because it has to do with the fact he might or might not have the slightest hope of maybe having a baby with you and whenever a period comes it's the sign it's not happening at least that month

• but other than that, that cowboy is just so attentive and he makes sure he keeps you as comfortable as possible, starting by giving you space if your PMS is making you irritated and in need of some alone time

• or he keeps as close as possible, if you are craving attention and physical touch, he is more than willing to give you

• Jack always makes sure to go grocery shopping when you have your period, so he buys all your favorites when he's out, chocolates, chips, ice cream, cookies, fruits, deli sandwiches, cupcakes.. anything you can think of, that cowboy will get for you

• and those are only for snacks because he is willing to cook your favorite, or if you are in the mood to go out, he will take you to your favorite place to eat

• he is a great believer of the healing powers of an orgasm, and he ain't afraid of getting a little blood on himself, it can be either in bed, or in the shower, or in the tub, he doesn't mind it

• but he also respects if you don't want anything to do with while you're bleeding

• he always has a stash of your cramp painkillers in the house or when you two go out somewhere, he's got it in his jacket or back pocket, as well as inside his wallet so there's not a chance of you needing it and not having it

• senior Agent Jack Whiskey Daniels ain't afraid of doing tampons or pad shopping, anything you need he'll get it, but you might write it down or text him your favorite brand because he's a distracted cowboy (actually he gets distracted by all the mustache care products)

• Jack always offers you to get your heating pad whenever you need it, he can either hold you tight or give you space, it's really up to you

• he gives your forehead a lot of kisses, his fingers run through your hair and he makes sure to cuddle you and make you feel better

• he can give you some belly rubs and see if it helps you somehow, but in fact, all he wants is for you to be alright and well

• because that cowboy hates seeing his sugar feeling so down 😔

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foundtherightwords · 2 months

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The Firebird - Chapter 6

Pairing: Prince Paul (Catherine the Great) x OFC, Fairytale AU

Summary: When Paul, a spoiled young prince, spots a strange bird in the forest near his palace, he impulsively chases after it, hoping to both escape from and prove himself to his disapproving mother. Thus he is plunged into an exhilarating adventure across a magical realm populated by enchanted princesses, dangerous monsters, and powerful wizards, an adventure that may change him more than he can ever imagine.

Chapter warning: none

Chapter word count: 3.4k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Chapter 6 - The Tsar's Quest

At close quarters, Tsar Afron's castle was as sumptuous as it was from afar. Though it was constructed of wood like the rest of the town, the carvings were a lot more intricate, draping like lace along the roofs, running down columns and banisters, surrounding windows and doors like decorations on a marzipan cake, and painted so they stood out against the rich brown log walls and shone even in the twilight. Every roof peak was topped with a gilded weathervane or an ornament in the shape of a horse. The inside was even more resplendent, with walls and ceilings painted in the brightest shades or covered in the richest tapestries, all illuminated by the light from hundreds of gold chandeliers. And everywhere was the image of horses, in every configuration and pose, carved into the wood or painted in gold. Paul, used as he was to the splendor of the palaces of Saint Petersburg, had to remember to close his mouth lest he drooled at all this opulence and looked even more like a fool than he already did.

Not that he had much of a chance to take it in. After Zhara's demonstration on the pasture, the soldiers wasted no time bringing them to Tsar Afron, and now he had to scurry to keep up with their long strides down the many corridors of the castle. To make things worse, the soldiers had been too frightened to rebind Zhara's hands, but had neglected to untie him, so he was forced to march with his hands behind his back like a common criminal. He didn't dare complain. He could feel Zhara's anger coming off her like a heat wave, and he was afraid that wave would burn him to a crisp on the spot if he so much as opened his mouth.

He had been a fool, he knew. Yes, he could try to blame Zhara for not trying harder to warn him, or even blame the horse for moving toward him first, but at the end of the day, he was the one that had decided to steal the horse. He was the one that had gotten them into this mess. Somehow, in this strange land with its strange, bewildering rules, Paul was finding it increasingly difficult to ignore his own fault.

The commander stopped in front of a door covered in so much carving and gilding that it hurt Paul's eyes, and instructed them to wait. Zhara seemed to have simmered down a little, so Paul cleared his throat and turned to her, hoping to get back into her good graces with something he'd never uttered—an apology. "Listen, I'm—"

"No, you listen," she interrupted, a finger pressed into his chest, hot enough to burn through his shirt. "Once we are in front of the tsar, do not speak. Do not make a sound. I don't want to hear so much as a peep from you. I shall handle the talking, and if you still wish to see your precious Rus' again, you shall follow my lead. Do you understand?"

Paul was quite certain his shirt was starting to smoke and scorch. There was nothing else he could do but nod. At that moment, the door opened, and they were ushered into the throne room. It was more magnificent than the rest of the castle combined, all crimson walls painted with gold vines, gilded window frames, and, on a raised platform, framed by a red velvet tapestry, stood a pure gold throne flanked by two gold horses, where Tsar Afron was seated.

For all the equine imagery around the castle, Paul had expected the tsar to be something of a Tartar, but the man he saw was rather weedy and colorless, with pale skin, thin hair of an indeterminate shade, a downturned mouth that gave him the look of a sulky child, and eyes that were watery blue under one light and gray under another. Those eyes squinted inquisitively as Paul and Zhara were led into the room. Zhara dropped a curtsey. Paul, following her lead, sketched an awkward bow.

"Lady Zhara," Afron said in a wheezing voice. "Forgive me this rather unfortunate welcome, but I was told that you were a fugitive..."

"No, my lord, it is I that must beg forgiveness," Zhara said. "What you heard is not true"—and here she gave a brief summary of the story she'd told Paul and of their goal to find Baba Yaga. "We were on our way to ask for your help," she continued, "but my—companion here was worried that the horse would not take to us and decided to introduce himself." That was a rather clever way of explaining their presence in the pasture without admitting that they had been trying to steal the horse. "It was an honest mistake. We never meant to disrespect you."

Afron let out a deep sigh. "I, too, have heard disturbing reports from Arthania that match your story," he said. "Had you come to me first, I would have done my utmost to help you put an end to your brother's reign of terror." Paul could feel Zhara's glare boring a hole into the side of his head, and he hung his head in shame.

"But," the tsar continued, "the truth of the matter is, you did disrespect me, by entering my land and putting your hand on my most valuable property without permission. These trespasses ought to be severely punished."

Paul wanted to shout, The horse touched me first!, but he remembered Zhara's warning and kept his mouth shut.

"However, out of respect for your late honorable father, I shall excuse you, if you perform a certain service for me." The tsar said this in an oily voice that reminded Paul of the way the soldiers had leered at Zhara, causing him to bristle. Well, if Afron insisted on behaving the same way as his men, then Paul would have to speak up, regardless of Zhara's wrath. He would allow no one to talk to a lady that way.

Zhara asked warily, "And what service would that be, my lord?"

"Bring me back Tsarevna Elena the Fair."

Afron's request didn't come as a complete surprise to Paul. It was how it happened in the tale. The question was, did it happen this way because it was in the tale, or because he, knowing the tale, had inadvertently caused it to happen...? It hurt his head to think about it, so Paul stopped thinking about it.

Zhara frowned. "Tsarevna Elena of Bryansk, you mean?"

"Do you know of any other tsarevna of the same name?" Afron replied, his eyes turning dreamy as he looked at a spot somewhere in the distance. "For so long I have loved her with my whole body and soul, but her mother, Tsarina Kostroma, is proud and rejects my suit. The Horse with the Golden Mane will be yours, if you can bring me Elena's hand in marriage."

The lustful look on the tsar's face made Paul feel quite sick, and he saw Zhara's lips curl in barely concealed distaste. Then she set her mouth in a resigned line. "As you wish, my lord," she said, inclining her head. "If you would be so kind as to provide us with some supplies, we shall be on our way presently."

"Presently?" Afron said, surprised. Paul glanced at Zhara in dismay. It had been several long days, and he was rather hoping for some rest and proper food. Well, he supposed he should have thought of that before deciding to steal the horse.

"Time is of the essence, my lord," Zhara said. "We cannot delay."

"Very well," Afron said. "I shall have my servants prepare for your trip."

He clapped, and a string of servants appeared to replace the soldiers in leading Paul and Zhara out. Once they were safely away, Paul held Zhara back, out of the servants' earshot.

"What's the rush?" he asked. "I would've liked to sleep in a bed for one night at least."

"You don't deserve to sleep in a bed," she hissed, not looking at him. "You deserve to rot in Afron's dungeon!"

"Fine, leave me here then! I'm done trailing after you!"

"Perhaps I should."

She sounded rather serious, which made Paul stop short in his track. He hadn't considered the possibility that she might really leave him, and it filled him with trepidation. She was the only one who knew he was a stranger in this world; what would happen if he angered a leshy or a rusalka or one of the many strange creatures that roamed this land and she wasn't there to warn or shield him?

"You're not going to, are you?" he said plaintively. "I know I should have listened to you..."

She turned and examined his sheepish face for a moment or two, her eyes softening.

"Well, I guess someone ought to keep an eye on you," she said. Paul gave her an uncertain smile, which, strangely enough, seemed to fluster her. "Just so you wouldn't wander around trying to be a hero!" she snapped, before turning and following the servants down the corridor.

Despite Zhara's refusal to stay the night, Afron still insisted on treating them as honored guests. Paul soon found himself luxuriating in a hot bath in the tsar's personal bathhouse. It was heavenly, except for a startling moment when he again caught a glimpse of another green-skinned creature covered in birch leaves, but it quickly disappeared. He then had his shoulder wound redressed with some sort of herbal poultice and was given a new suit of clothes in the old style, before Peter the Great introduced European fashion to Russia, made of the finest fabric and beautifully embroidered. His own clothes were cleaned, and even his wig was carefully brushed and set aside for him. Paul hesitated to put it back on—it did not go with the old-fashioned clothes, making him look like the Fool of his mother's court—but he felt naked without it, so he wore it anyway.

"Wow" was all Zhara uttered when he rejoined her outside the dining room. The bath seemed to have lifted her mood. She had changed into nicer clothes as well—a snow-white chemise, a red sarafan embroidered in gold, a gold headdress studded with pearls and rubies, and a string of coral beads around her slender neck. But for all the regal air they gave her, her sarcastic, impish grin remained the same.

"Stop it," Paul said sullenly, tugging at the upstanding collar of his shirt. "I look like an imbecile."

"No, you look like you would fit right in with the Lukomorians," she said, her eyes twinkling. "Even with that ridiculous wig." Her teasing only made Paul scowl and ram the wig more tightly onto his head, out of contrariness.

They entered the dining room and sat down to a scrumptious supper. It was nothing like the feasts that Paul was used to in his mother's court—the food was simpler and heartier—but the taste was incomparable. He was so busy stuffing his face that it took him a while to notice Afron was asking him something. He looked up, bewildered.

"I say, are you a knight at the court of the late Tsar Artyom?" the tsar said.

Paul gave Zhara a panicked look, not knowing how to answer.

"No," she smoothly interjected. "He's—a court jester."

"A court jester!" Afron exclaimed, looking rather offended at having to share his table with a fool. Paul, too, stared daggers at Zhara and opened his mouth to protest. She gave his leg a swift kick under the table.

"Yes, my father's favorite," she said. "And he has been most loyal and attentive to me since my flight from Arthania, so I thank you, my lord, for rewarding him with your kindness and generosity."

Afron's thunderous expression dissipated, and once more, Paul had to reluctantly admit that Zhara's quick wit had saved them.

"That explains his outlandish dress and manners then," Afron said. "But, my lady, will you be safe traveling with a jester as your only companion? I am quite worried for your safety."

Though clearly not worried enough to offer your soldiers as protection, Paul noted.

"Oh no, I trust him with my life," Zhara was quick to say. Paul glanced at her to see if she was speaking in earnest or not, but her face was turned toward the tsar, and her side profile gave nothing away. He looked down again, feeling rather hollow. It was likely that she said that simply to avoid raising Afron's suspicion.

After supper, Zhara insisted on departing right away. Afron saw them to the castle's front door, where their mounts and supplies were waiting. Upon seeing the animals, Paul almost shouted out in indignation and had to bite his tongue to keep quiet. Zhara, who seemed to see nothing wrong with them, curtseyed to Afron, thanked him, and promised to return soon with Elena the Fair's hand in marriage. They then mounted the animals and rode out of the fortress, under the light of a full moon.

It was only when they had gone far enough that Paul made his displeasure known.

"Donkeys!" he exclaimed. "I bet he has a stable full of horses, and he gave us two donkeys! What a miserly little—"

"Donkeys are perfectly good animals," Zhara said calmly. "Besides, horses are no good for us where we're going."

That sounded ominous. "Why? Where are we going?"

"There." She nodded toward the mountain range in the distance. "Perun's Crown." Paul had only given it a passing glance that afternoon, and now, his stomach dropped to see how far it spread out, a veritable wall of silver and crystal under the moonlight, stretching as far as the eyes could see, with peaks so high they were lost in the clouds, and so steep they were like knives cutting through the night sky.

"Elena the Fair lives up those mountains?" Paul asked, his voice coming out squeakier than he'd intended.

"No, don't be silly. Her kingdom is behind those mountains. But the quickest way is to go through them. And these donkeys are experts in crossing mountains. So stop your complaining and keep up."

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It took them three days to reach the mountains. By the second day, Paul realized that Zhara had been right about the donkeys. The ground was becoming rougher, with almost no discernible path, yet the donkeys picked their way through the rocks as surefooted as walking through a level field.

Though Zhara still took care to hide under Paul's cloak during the day, they met very few people on their way. During the first two days, they traveled with some convoys of merchants, but one by one, these convoys all turned right as they neared the mountains and followed the river instead, and they were on their own.

"It may be easier traveling along the river, but for us, it is safer this way," Zhara said when they stopped on the second night by a rock outcrop, the mountains looming above them like some giant, ancient god. "We don't want to draw more attention to ourselves than we already have." She had changed out of her finery and was back into a coarse linen chemise and dark blue sarafan.

"Do you think your brother is tracking you?" Paul asked.

"I don't know. He may use the victims he has transformed into animals, like poor Alyosha, but that takes a lot of strength from him, so he is going to focus on protecting his death. He knows he only has to bide his time; I shall have to confront him sooner or later." She wrapped her arms around her knees and hugged them close to her body, her eyes fixed on their fire. "Besides, I wasn't just talking about me." She nodded at Paul meaningfully. "I didn't wish to stay at Tsar Afron's castle for longer than necessary because I didn't want him to start asking about you."

That reminded Paul of a question that had been bothering him for some time. "About that—how come you know I'm from Rus, but others don't?"

"Those of us with magic in our blood can always tell," she replied. "I don't know how to explain it—we simply know. Be thankful that the rest of Lukomorye do not have such ability."

"Is that... bad?"

"Anything from Rus' is a great curiosity here. If they knew who you are, they would descend on you like a pack of wolves. How would you like to be paraded around like some exotic creature, to be ogled at?" She smiled at Paul's horrified look. "I suppose it would be the same if I ended up in your world."

"It might be worse," he said. "You might be burned as a witch, even though that practice had been outlawed for a century now." Now it was his turn to grin at her.

Zhara laid her head on her knees and regarded him with interest. "What is it like, your world?" she asked.

Paul thought about it for a while. "It's—like here, but different," he said lamely. He did not know how to put into words the otherworldly feeling that constantly coursed through him ever since he set foot in this land. "The trees, the mountains, the river, even the people... they're all similar, but back in my world, they're more—dull, solid, while here, there is this air about them... I can't describe it. It's the same with how you can tell me from a Lukomorian, I suppose. It's—"

"—magic?" Zhara prompted.

It wasn't quite what he had in mind, but it would have to do. "Yes, magic," he agreed. A strange little smile flitted across Zhara's face. She said nothing more and went back to watching the flames.

They arrived at the foot of the mountains on the third day. There was a stone-built shelter there, and Paul and Zhara found themselves in the company of an old man, who said his name was Simeon, and that he was placed there to aid travelers in their crossing. He gave the donkeys some hay and stoked the fire to make tea, while Zhara opened the supplies Afron had given them and shared their food with him.

"It's been months, nay, close to a year, since I had anyone passing through," Simeon said, biting into a hunk of cheese with relish. "They all follow the river these days. Even large groups avoid the mountains. It's odd that you two would take this route..."

"My mother lives in Bryansk," Zhara said. "She is very sick, and I must go to her as soon as possible." This was the story she and Paul had agreed on, should they meet another traveler.

"Well, you're traveling light, so I suppose you don't have much to worry about—except for those two donkeys—" The old man considered their packs and clothes with the eye of an expert.

"Worry about what?" Paul asked.

"Who, my lad, worry about who," Simeon corrected him. "Nightingale the Robber. You have heard of him, yes?"

Paul wracked his brain for the old stories. "The one with the deadly whistle?" he asked.

"The very one. He has staked out these mountains as his own. His nest is on Perun's Peak, and he perches there, whistling down mountain passes, blowing men and animals against the rock. Many merchants have had their entire stock of goods and their animals taken, so now they just avoid these mountains altogether. And even then, those that stray a little too close to them may still be in danger."

Paul looked at Zhara and met her worried returning glance.

"Perhaps we should—" he began, but she shook her head.

"No," she said firmly. "It's going to take months to go around, and who knows what my—what might have happened to my mother by then." She glared at Paul briefly, giving him a silent warning to say no more.

Later, after Zhara had settled down on the narrow bed in a corner of the hut, Simeon clapped Paul on the shoulder. "Listen to your missus, my lad," the old man said. Paul's cheeks flamed. Though he and Zhara had agreed to pose as husband and wife, the idea still made him feel oddly shy. "I know you're worried about Nightingale, but trust me, having a wife and a mother-in-law angry with you is worse," Simeon continued in a friendly tone. "Why do you think I stay out here in this stone hut even when there's no traveler?" Chuckling, the old man climbed on the stove to sleep, leaving Paul to make himself comfortable by the fire.

Chapter 7

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#prince paul #tsarevich paul #catherine the great #prince paul fic #prince paul x ofc #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fic

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animatorweirdo · 3 months

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When the dragons fly(book 2)

You go to a town to fulfill some errands, but a little incident reunites you with a familiar face.

Chapter 2

Warnings: some snarkiness between the characters, a runaway horse, mentions of an injury, and odd feelings and sensations.

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At the crack of dawn, when sunlight streamed through the tops of the trees and the forest was still shrouded in mist. Those who worked early on the fields were awake and preparing for a day of work while the rest of the village was still asleep.

You were readying a horse you borrowed from the stablemaster while Aelon was waiting at the steps of your porch, yawning and leaning against his hand tiredly.

"Do we have to go?" Aelon whined as you two were going on a trip outside the village today.

"Yes, Aelon. Eda is out of supplies. She needs more ingredients and dressings since she had used most of them treating Dwenn," you explained as you tightened the girth on the saddle. The young boy yawned again.

"I got that, but why this early?" He questioned.

"There are fewer people and creatures awake, and I would like to be back before nightfall," you explained, then looked over to the boy. The boy looked more tired and less motivated each second as he waited. He was already struggling to keep his head up and not sleep on the porch while sitting.

You felt worried since he would usually be quite eager when you allowed him to travel with you.

"Ae. What has gotten you so down? Do you really not want to come?" you asked while keeping your attention on him. "No! It's just..." he jerked his eyes up at the question. "You know... since the kidnapping," he uttered, and you understood the lack of motivation to leave the village.

"You do not need to be afraid. I will be with you,” you stated as you returned your attention to the saddle, "That's why I decided it would be safer for you to come with me instead of staying in the village,"

"I know... it's just. Are you sure we won't find trouble on the way?" Aelon asked worried.

"I'm certain, Ae,” you gave him an assuring smile before motioning him to come to you, “ Now, come on. I would like to be there early," you said.

Aelon sighed and walked over to you. You picked him up, helping him climb up the saddle before climbing yourself and taking the reins. Aelon hugged you from behind as you clicked your heels and rode out of the village.

Maedhros was internally frowning as he followed his brothers through the busy town, asking himself why he had agreed to go on another outing with them. There were only two reasons. One, so he could watch and ensure Celegorm, his most trouble-seeking brother, stayed out of the troubles. Two, Maglor insisted it would be good for him to go out more.

Why had he not simply said no and stayed inside the walls of his fortress?

"Maedhros. You look like someone had robbed you of your breakfast. Do you really have to wear such a frown today?" Maglor sighed as they followed their two brothers.

"Give me a reason not to," Maedhros said back.

"You need to relax. This day could turn into a good one," Maglor started with a positive attitude, something Maedhros did not envy to have.

"I hardly doubt that," Maedhros replied while they continued tailing their brothers through the busy streets.

You stopped your horse in front of a shop. You jumped down, checking your list and money, before turning toward Aelon, who was still seated on the horse. "This is the first stop. Can you handle yourself while I’m in there?” you asked, handing him the reins. “Yes—” he said as he grabbed the reins from your hands. “Good. I won’t be long there,” you said, walking into the shop to buy the herbs Eda needed.

Maedhros and Maglor had stopped for a break, allowing their horses to drink from a water place where travelers could leave their steeds to rest and drink.

Celegorm was still boasting about something Maedhros did not care enough to listen. He could feel his patience slowly slipping away as his brother’s obnoxious voice continued harassing his ears.

"How long till we can go home?" Maedhros looked at Maglor. “Have patience now,” Maglor awkwardly smiled.

“And then we could … whoa!” Celegorm stopped when he felt someone dumb on his horse. He looked down and saw a human man recovering after unnoticingly walking into his horse.

"Hey! Can you watch where you are going?" Celegorm asked.

"Oih! Shut up! What are you doing standing in the middle of the road?! You sharp-eared freak!" The man said back.

"Excuse me?" Celegorm said with narrowed eyes.

"What now?" Maedhros asked, annoyed.

"It seems someone had decided to say something very unwise today," Maglor stated as the two watched the confrontation.

"You heard me! Or are you deaf even with those ears?! You punk!" The man said.

"Oh, I can hear you just fine. The real question is are you gonna keep running that mouth, or are you gonna go on your merry way without any troubles?" Celegorm replied, and the man only scoffed.

'"And what are you gonna do? You can't do anything to me here?" The man boasted.

"Oh really now?" Celegorm's lips twitched into a small grin, unnerving the human man, who had no idea who he had messed with.

The man screamed, running through the crowd as Celegorm chased him on his horse. The elf was laughing as he chased the human man like chasing prey. The people quickly scurried to the side to avoid getting hit or run over by the man and the rider, watching confused as the chase unfolded.

Maedhros rubbed his brows tiredly before turning toward Maglor.

"And you said this might turn into a good day?"

"Well... there's nothing we can do about now," Maglor started before glancing at something. "I'm gonna go check that one shop. Wait for me," he said and left, not giving room to object.

"Sure..." Maedhros uttered, staying with the horses.

Aelon was patiently waiting on the horse, gently petting the creature. He then heard shouting and saw a man running through the crowd, getting chased by a blond-haired elf who was laughing like a maniac.

People scattered and ran off the way, dumping on each other, and unfortunately for Aelon, one of the passersby was carrying chicken cages. The birds got frightened after suddenly getting slammed against the horse beneath him, shrieking and flapping, which as a result, startled his horse.

His horse screamed, standing up and buckling. Aelon yelped, hugging the horse’s neck as it began galloping away from the shop. He tried to hold on to the reins, but the horse was too startled to obey and continued running away.

“(Name)!” Aelon yelled desperately as the horse ran away from the shop.

You walked out of the shop after hearing the commotion and panicked yelling. You then saw Aelon screaming and galloping away on your startled horse.

"Aelon!" you yelled, running after him.

Maedhros was gently petting his horse. The embarrassment he felt by his brother´s dramatics slightly gone. His ears then picked up the galloping and screaming of a child, who sounded oddly familiar.

"Someone help me!" Aelon yelled as the horse ran through the crowd.

Recognizing the boy, Maedhros quickly acted, stepping in front of the running horse. He grabbed the reins, stopping the creature. Aelon shrieked as the stop was sudden, and he was flung from the saddle, but luckily, Maedhros caught him. Maedhros held on to him as the boy had landed on his shoulder, then crouched down to gently put the boy on his feet.

Aelon was dizzy for a moment but then smiled when he saw Maedhros.

"Oh hey! It's you! The tall elf!" he said excitedly.

"Are you hurt?" Maedhros asked.

"No. I'm okay. Thanks for saving me," Aelon answered with a smile.

"Good..." Maedhros sighed, calming down the startled horse, "I mean no offense, but aren't you a bit too young to ride a horse like this one?" he asked.

"I was waiting on the back for my sister till a man ran away moments ago. He was getting chased by a blond man," Aelon explained. "And my horse got startled," he added.

Maedhros deflated, knowing full well what had occurred. "By the valars..." he cursed under his breath. You then appeared after catching up with Aelon.

"Aelon! Are you hurt?!" you worriedly asked.

"I'm fine. Mister elf from the river saved me, "Aelon pointed at Maedhros, and you looked at him with surprise.

"Oh! Well, this is a surprise," you said with a surprised tone.

"Yes... it seems I continue to trouble you, my lady," Maedhros said.

"I'm afraid it was because of one of my brother's actions that your horse got startled and ran away with your brother. I deeply apologize for that," Maedhros bowed his head and returned you the reins.

"Well, I am grateful you decided to intervene and stop the horse before Aelon could get hurt," you said.

"It seems trouble finds you even in my company, Aelon," you teased as you looked down on your little brother. "At least. It wasn’t my fault this time," Aelon pouted. "But I never thought riding a horse could be that scary," Aelon stated, making you and Maedhros release a chuckle.

"Well— once you become a bit taller. You will find riding a horse surprisingly easy," Maedhros said.

"How? My heart nearly jumped out of my throat after that?" Aelon questioned.

"Wait a few years, and you will see," Maedhros said.

"Well, that reminds me. How is Bathor doing?" you asked.

"He's recovering well thanks to you, my lady," Maedhros said. "I'm certain he will be good as new next week,"

"That is good to hear," you said.

"My name is (Name), by the way, and this is my little brother Aelon," you introduced. "Hi..." Aelon waved at Maedhros.

"May we know your name since we forgot to ask last time?" you asked.

"I'm..." Maedhros hesitated for a moment. The odd sensation was compelling him not to tell for some reason. "...Nelyo," he answered.

"Nice to meet you, Nelyo!" Aelon greeted, but you noticed the tone of hesitation in his voice. However, you decided to ignore it.

"As well, Aelon," Maedhrows said, then looked at you. "Since one of my brothers did end up causing you trouble. Is there something I could do to make it up to you?" he asked.

"I do not need anything since Aelon did not get hurt. Accidents can happen," you dismissed.

"I appreciate the humbleness, lady (Name), but it would ease my soul to repay you for the trouble, especially if I end up troubling you for the third time. If that happens, it would be quite shameful of me not to," Maedhros explained, making you chuckle in amusement.

"Well, if you insist, you could join us for company. I'm doing some errands, so It would make my job easier if someone else could watch out for accidents," you ruffled Aelon's hair, making him whine annoyed.

"I'm not that troublesome!" Aelon snapped at you.

"If... that's what you wish," Maedhros nodded.

"Lovely, but is it okay for you? You do not have anything important to do in this town?" you asked Maedhros. "I was only here to watch my brothers. They tend to cause trouble, but they can handle themselves," he replied.

"Alright... let's go then," you smiled. Maedhros smiled in return, leading his horse away from the water place and following you into the crowd.

Maglor soon returned, looking around in confusion after finding Maedhros gone from the water place. “Maedhros?” he called out, unsure where his older brother had gone off to.

You three rode together around town. You three conversed about things while you fulfilled your errands on Eda’s shopping list. Maedhros watched Aelon while you did the shopping and then decided to help you carry when he learned one of your arms was injured. You insisted it was not necessary, but he convinced you to at least let him attach the bags and items on your saddle so that you didn’t need to worry about carrying them back home.

His politeness to make it easy for you was touching, and you found a certain joy in his company. It was easy to converse with him, and you two found things to talk about.

When the day was finally coming to an end, and it was time for you and Aelon to return home. Maedhros accompanied you to the end of the town to send you off.

"Thank you for your company, Nelyo, and for helping with the errands. It was quite helpful of you," you said as you two came to a stop.

"It was a pleasure. If I had known that you had an injured arm. I would have helped you from the start," Maedhros said. "Are you certain you do not need me to accompany you back to your home?" he asked.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness. "I think I can handle it from here. No need to bother yourself further," you said. "You are more than welcome to visit us if you like."

"Oh! Can you come visit us?!" Aelon asked excitedly while staring at Maedhros.

"I couldn't possibly trouble you any further..." Maedhros shook his head.

"Nonsense. Friends are always welcomed, especially if we do end up meeting for the third time under strange predicaments," you teased with a grin.

"Yeah! Come visit us! Pretty please!" Aelon pleaded eagerly.

Maedhros hesitated, but when he saw both you and Aelon looking at him, waiting for his answer, he relented to the idea.

"...Alright. How shall I find you then?" He smiled.

"Follow the river like last time, and you will find us. It’s the shortest route, at least,” you smiled. “Take care now, and don’t let your horse run away the next time,” you clicked your heels and rode away from the town. Maedhros had a soft smile on his face from your little joke. He then turned his horse around and began making his own way back home.

Birds and crows were singing in the trees as you and Aelon rode through the forest at a calm walking pace. The sky painted in red and orange hues as the sun was slowly setting in the distance.

Aelon yawns and looks up to you as he was seated in front of you. "Nelyo is nice," he said. "Yes. He is quite pleasant," you smiled.

"I never imagined that we would end up meeting again by catching each other's horses. A weird coincidence," Aelon stated. "Perhaps it was fate." You smiled, listening to him talk, but your ears then picked up a sound from the forest. Staring in that direction, you felt something odd.

You did not know why, but you felt like there was something in the forest, and you had an odd urge to go there and find it. It was like something was compelling you to step down and follow. Aelon's voice was talking, but you were not paying attention to his words. He noticed your lack of response and silence.

"What are you looking at?" Aelon asked after staring at you for a minute. You nearly jolted as you finally paid attention to him, not realizing he had stopped talking. "You've been staring at the woods this whole time," Aelon stated as curiosity filled his eyes.

"Hm..." you felt unsure how to answer, "... It's nothing. I just thought I heard something," you answered, forgetting the strange feeling in the back of your mind.

"Okay... can we have some duck for dinner?" Aelon asked, and you hissed. "I knew something was missing. We're out of duck," you said. "Oh no... is it too late to go back to get some?" Aelon asked. "Only if you're willing to ride back during the night," you said.

"Eh... never mind," Aelon said as you two returned to the village.

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Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 7 - Ada

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In June 1919, Birmingham,

Last night, at the end of the street by the bonfire, Thomas and I confessed our secret underground love. But because Thomas and I both had beds that were too small and narrow, we haven't moved in together yet. Thanks to these "hard" conditions, I still get a few good night's sleep occasionally. Nights are disturbed by Tommy, and during the day, he's always calculating…

"Can't you give me a break? I want to live to be a hundred!" Tommy never paid attention to my irritable remarks and continued on his own path.

"What have you been doing all day?"

Polly looked up from the newspaper and glanced at Ada. I yawned behind another newspaper, trying to hide my fatigue. It's all Thomas's fault; I'm so tired…

"Get up!"

Polly suddenly ordered Ada to stand up, waking me from my drowsiness. I looked at Polly circling Ada.

"How long has it been since your last period?"

I continued to listen to their conversation in confusion, and it took me a while to react—Ada was pregnant!

Oh my God! If Tommy finds out, it's going to be a disaster! I can already foresee a "world war" about to erupt in our home. What a troublesome autumn…

I bit my lip, weighing my options, and decided to temporarily stand by Ada's side.

That night, I changed into old clothes that wouldn't make me easily recognizable and followed Polly and Ada to the underground clinic.

Ada must really love that man. Even though she stubbornly tried to hide her fear and unease with smoking and tough talk, she refused to consider an abortion, even though the man had left. She still believed he would come back…

Did she really trust him? Or was she unwilling to admit her inner fears and misjudgments?

I had told Tommy at Martha's funeral that I was worried our fate would be like Martha's. It seems I didn't think far enough. Maybe I too could become pregnant before marriage and then be abandoned by Tommy…

I looked at the people walking in the smoky streets, their heads down, and suddenly felt a bitter sensation in my eyes, but not a single tear.

In my upbringing, women were supposed to remain chaste until their wedding night, then spend their lives as wives and mothers, with activities like playing the piano or riding horses serving as mere embellishments to married life. But when I came to Birmingham, I had to rebuild all those rules in order to survive. I loved Tommy, just as Ada loved the father of her child, so I willingly went to bed with him.

But at this moment, I was truly afraid. More afraid than when I worried about Polly kicking me out when I was still underage and wanted by the law.

I didn't know how I would go on if my beloved abandoned me after I became pregnant. Since accompanying Ada to the clinic, I had once again fallen into a state of mental confusion. Although the thing I was afraid of was still a thousand miles away—after the doctor examined me at Polly's strong insistence that day, he said I was healthy but not pregnant—ever since that day, Tommy had been busy and hadn't come to see me at night…

My rationality told me that none of this mattered, that it was all just a coincidence. But I couldn't control my fear.

Tommy was still busy manipulating the gambling games, Polly was worried about Ada, and easygoing Arthur and John were either maintaining their reputation or living a life of debauchery. No one noticed that something was wrong with me.

It was the beginning of the month again, and I had to go to the Garrison pub to check the accounts and help out.

"You don't look well," the blonde Grace seemed to want to strike up a conversation with me, or maybe she was concerned about me, but I didn't have the mood to pay attention to her attentions.

I tried to focus my attention on the ledger, scribbling and drawing in the notebook, but my mind wandered, and I just stared blankly at the floating dust by the door.

When I finally snapped out of it, the barmaid was talking to Tommy by the side door. She was holding a metal bucket—her little tricks were so obvious.

I propped up my chin and watched Tommy from a distance, standing behind the bar.

He seemed to be in a good mood… But my mood got worse.

In the end, Tommy noticed that I had been hiding behind the bar all along.

"Have you finished the accounts?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, probably tired of me only talking about work…

"Not yet." I forced out a smile that was probably uglier than crying because I saw Tommy frown.

"Are you okay?" He walked toward me, but

I quickly retreated.

"It's none of your business! It's been so long since we've spent time together, and you're always busy with your business!" I said, my voice trembling with sadness and anger.

Tommy frowned, walked over to the bar, and called for a whiskey. Then, he raised his hand to signal for my drink. Grace immediately brought me a glass of whiskey, but I just knocked it over onto the counter.

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wandering-night19 · 7 months

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I'm probably sharing too much, but this is the last time I'll be sharing anything from the 4x18 coda before I start posting next week (fingers crossed). Thanks for the tag @welcometololaland you're one of the only reasons I'll finish this fic. You and @whenshereads. And thanks for the tag @jesuisici33. It might read a little awkwardly because I left the English in, so everyone would be able to understand.

The dust is thick. It coats his tongue and the back of his throat, makes him instantly yearn for water and to return to the safety and comfort of the kitchen. The ranch hands are exercising the horses, letting them stretch their legs and run around in circles. Carlos is just tall enough to see over the second slat of wood of the fence into the corral. His father has separated out one of the horses in another corral and is finishing tightening up the saddle.

“¡Ven aquí, Carlitos! (Come here, Carlitos!)”

Carlos remains where he is, fists clenched tight around the wood fence. His father sighs.

“Yo lo aguanto (I’ll hold him),” he reassures. “Súbete. (You climb up).”

Carlos hesitates, but he can see his father growing more frustrated and he doesn’t want to disappoint him anymore than he already has. He climbs between the fence and carefully makes his way to where his father holds the horse.

“A lo mejor debo montar uno más chico. (Maybe I should have a littler one),” Carlos says. “O uno más viejo. (Or maybe an older one).”

The black horse snorts and dances around as far as his father’s hold allows him.

“Este es el caballo para ti. (This is the horse for you.)”

The statement leaves no room for disagreement, so with shaking hands and legs, Carlos approaches the horse. He’s barely able to reach his foot up to the stirrup to pull himself up, but his father keeps a hand on his back and the other tight on the rope until he’s settled in the saddle.

“Ahora, dale la vuelta alrededor. (Now, take him around the fence.)”

Carlos grips the reins tight, the leather cutting into his palms. The horse remains in place.

“?Quien está a cargo, tu o el caballo? (Is the horse the boss or you?)”

Carlos gives a little kick and the horse jolts forward, but it’s worth it for the smile on his father’s face.

“Muy bien, mijo. Ahora, aprietalo con las piernes, no zapatées tanto. (Good job, mijo. Now squeeze with your legs, don’t kick too much.)” Carlos does as instructed as the horse continues in a circle around the fence. “Bien. (Good.)” He settles into an easy canter and makes several more loops. He’s never seen his father so proud. He sees his mama out on the porch, apron covered in flour. He waves at her, his father’s pride bolstering his own.

Carlos doesn’t know what happens, but between one second and the next the horse is bucking and he feels himself soaring through the air before he lands in a heap on the dirt. He coughs dust coming out of his mouth to mingle with spit and make mud. His knees and hands hurt and his hat has tumbled off.

His father calms the horse and grabs the rope. “Vuelve y móntalo, Carlitos. (Get back on, Carlitos.)”

Carlos wants to cry. He can feel the tears forming behind his eyes, the tightness in his throat. He shakes his head. “No,” he tells him.

“Si dejas que el miedo te controle, nunca vas a hacer nada. Ahora, vuelve y móntalo. (If you let fear rule your life you’ll never do anything. Now get up and get back on him.)”

Carlos stands up, brushing dirt from his arms and legs as he sniffs. He doesn’t want to cry in front of his father. He stays standing where he is, little arms crossed over his little chest. His father sighs, rubs the horse’s nose. “Si no lo vuelves a montar, siempre le vas a tener miedo. El miedo no es malo, mijo, pero no puedas dejar que te controle. Nunca te va a respetar si no te das a respetar. (If you don’t get back on him you’ll always be afraid. It’s okay to be scared mijo, but it’s not okay to let it control you. He’ll never learn to respect you if you give up the minute he tests you.)” His father pauses, turns to look at him instead of the horse. “And you’ll never respect yourself if you give up now. So, get back on him.”

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crisalidaseason · 8 months

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this is specific so I'm not sure you write this

Armin afraid that civilian reader think he's bad bc of the colossal titan, he wants to be with reader but he thinks they can be with a better person but reader only wants him

I do write it! Don't worry, here are rules if you wanna check it out

I don't deserve you

Summary: Armin comes back after a mission, you and him finally make decisions about your romantic feelings. Also, a dash of sweet platonic arumika and Mikasa being a sweetheart. CW: spoilers, fluff, angst, platonic arumika, armin x reader, reader is gender neutral, use of second person (you), civilian reader, crafter and merchant reader, mentions of mass murder

The mission was successful, unfortunately.

Armin never enjoyed being in the miltary, it was his only survival path as an orphan and he endured the painful training for the sake of Mikasa - and Eren back then, at least. He wanted to travel the world in his most delusional dreams and become a small bookstore owner whenever he felt less delusional. When he was pulled out of death's embrace to become a monster and walking explosive, he hated every single mission and training even more.

"Come on" Mikasa grabbed him by his waist and lifted him from the bed "You're going to rest"

"I already did, Mika-"

"Shut up" she said "A carriage is no place to rest, you overused your strength"

I overused the demon. He bitterly thought.

The girl helped him hop on her horse, he held Mikasa's waist and rested his heavy head on her shoulders. The ride was short, or maybe Armin just slept all the way, and soon he was being admitted to the infirmary.

"I'm alright" he insisted when Mikasa asked for the nurse.

"you blasted two times, I had to dig you out of the carcass because you were unconscious" she spat.

"I know, but I'm better now"

Mikasa was a stubborn woman, but even Armin was winning her on this lately. Her dark eyes narrowed at him, but soon Mikasa gave up on threatening her friend.

"it would give them peace of mind, you know?" She said "knowing you were checked and that nothing was wrong"

Sometimes he thought Mikasa was a bit too observant.

"I don't know what you're talking about"

The girl refrained from laughing.

"Oh yes you do!" She exclaimed "that person who coincidentally always seems to be around the base whenever you're off duty and probably the person you spend you off days with to the point you don't sleep in your quarters"

"How do you-you know what? I'm not even surprised you stalked me" Armin argued.

"Payback, you little shit"

Mikasa didn't swear at Armin often, unless he hit a nerve.

"I was worried about you!" he justified "it's not like you go around saying 'I'm unwell, help me '"

"Neither do you, Armin Arlert. And also, stop changing the subject"

The blonde boy rolled his eyes, a loud sigh leaving his heavy chest.

"I'll let them know you're alright" she said "I've talked to them a few times"

Armin's eyes bulged.

"What did you say?!"

Mikasa smiled, but did not reply.

"Mikasa" he warned "please tell me you were nice"

The nurse arrived and the Ackerman girl left with a mocking goodbye towards him.

"Mikasa" he groaned.

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A few hours into the night, Armin was woken up by the infirmary's door opening slightly. He thought it could be the nurse and did not bother to look.

"There he is, if you're quiet enough no patrolling soldier will check the infirmary" he heard Mikasa's voice.

Armin turned his head to the door, where your familiar frame could be seen. Mikasa simply slithered you inside and before she could go, she decided to torment Armin a little more.

"Nice talk, lovedoves"

Armin's face was burning, but he also felt unimaginably happy at seeing you.

"Hey" you said softly, stopping by his bed "your friend said you were feeling better. Are you?"

He wasn't. His health was stable, but his thoughts were another story.

"I'm fine, no injuries whatsoever. Just tiredness"

You took a stool nearby and sat down, closer to him.

"You should return to sleep" you whispered "Seeing you unharmed was enough"

"No no" he quickly stopped you "If I sleep a second more I'll die from boredom"

You softly laughed. He could loose any sleep if it meant you were there with him.

"What happened in the first place?"

Please don't ask me this, he begged internally. You were just a civilian, never involved in any sort of fight, just a common small merchant and crafter. Armin hated exposing you to the gruesome life he held. He already hated that you knew what he became, the demon he stored in his body.

"Just overworked myself" he kept it vague.

I murdered people was not something he would ever dare to say. Even if he knew, deep down, you were aware of his actions.

"I missed you" you said, looking at him with a shy smile.

Armin did as well, but at the same time he could not let himself feel too much. He had already too many feelings flourishing for you, not when he had only a few years of life.

"I missed you too" he said against his own convictions.

"May I?" you said, pointing to his hand, Armin nodded.

You delicately took his hand, lacing fingers together. it was not something so new in your lives, the shyness long gone form holding hands, but it left both of you wanting more. To which Armin was always afraid off.

"Tell me about those weeks I wasn't here, did you new pottery experiment worked well?"

You happily told him about the sales, how they were better than last month. About the new paints you were able to produce to paint the clay. He loved seeing you talk about your life, a difficult one but also sweet, in a way. He sometimes wondered if he could also learn pottery, some of his deepest dreams were to grow old with you in a tiny tent selling crafts and soap.

"I would love to see the new mugs you made, I'll buy the prettiest"

"Then you'll have to buy them all" you joked.

"I don't doubt it"

Armin smiled at you, feeling such peace like he always did beside you.

"Armin" you started, uncertainty on your face.

The blonde encouraged you to speak.

"Promise me something?"

He nodded, but also not sure if he could actually promise something. He had nothing to offer.

"You'll always return to me" you whispered "no matter what"

"I can't promise" he whispered back "but I can try"

You held sadness on your face.

"I just want to be near you for as long as I can" you said "please, try hard for me"

You were beautifully selfish, and Armin wanted nothing more than ignore everything important for humanity and only be there with you. But he couldn't, not realistically.

"I know, and so do I" he said "but...I don't have much longer"

"I don't care" you said "it doesn't matter if you have a few years left"

"You will be happier without the heartbreak" he insisted "believe me"

"You don't get to say what will make me happy or not" you argued, not in an angry way, just plain points "If I want to be with you and also feel the devastating loss, it is my choice"

Armin watched as you slowly raised his hand, kissing his caloused knuckles. The blonde felt his chest hurt, he uttered your name in an almost sacred way.

"I don't deserve you, not after the things I've done. The thing I am"

Your laugh was bitter, your hands holding his even stronger, but still gentle enough.

"I could not care less about it" she said "we all have our sins, this is the least of my worries"

"Even if I am responsible for other people's loss?" Armin tried "Many people mourn loved ones because of me"

"I do not care" you insisted "I do not know the others, I know you!"

You kept your eyes on his, not a single trace of uncertainty on your words. In a way, he felt good knowing you did not care, that he was such a part of your heart that you could forsake his sins.

"Please" you pleaded "stay with me for as long as we have, let me make you happy for those few years"

Armin could never deny you. Never.

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vsyrworld · 9 months

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enchanted by the prancing horse love [c2♡] snippet.

charles x carlos.

relationship communication. light angst, NOT YET BETA READ

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"i think what i realized at my, this old age" Carlos chuckled into the dark sea waves, thinking how the table turned during his last phase of the twenties -- he wondering does his wrinkles will appear on his bday?-

"You are not that old, mateee"

"I'll be 30 next year, Sharls"

Charles rolled his eyes, "age doesn't matters" he huffed while hugging his knee until it flushed against his chest. Then he rests his cheek on top of his knee, with the longing watchful green eyes on Carlos

He takes its as a que to continue, "I realized that people come and go. and that is just how life going, you know?" Carlos more keen on the bubbles aligning the waves

"Pinõn was there-- Isa too, with me, my younger me" His feets brushed to the sand. and charles still looking at him quitely,

"--they are with my lonesome all that times, when thing goes right and not right. my loves goes with them" Carlos sighed,

"and when there is a start, always with comes to an end. That part is--"

"the hardest" Carlos felt his lips twich when Charles finishing him off

"of course. you are expert in this thing" Charles snorts in annoyance at Carlos teaseful response.

The green are no longer lands on him.

"how about now?" Charles whispered into their longing silence

"i don't know" he said while feeling his own heart clench. Gaze relaxed on his feet but something felt heavy inside his sternum

"Ah," Charles snickers, " is this another i'm not ready yet episodes-"

"it's tiring, Charles. Exhausted." Carlos let his eyes shutted, avoiding his teammate gaze already on him again but

"how about me?" the monegasque pushed.

"falling in love is easy but develop it, building it and maintain it is hard"

Charles bites his lips, seems like he already prepare for everything,

"i was never failed at the first sight. i thought i was building it right but then it was not strong enough" Carlos dips his side toward Charles until their shoulder brush

"and to be risking out it now with you-- now, with our current life. i... i just could not dare to do it"

"it is your problem if you can't separe between the race and..."

"yes. it is my problem. but so are you" Carlos sighed for a thousand times. the waves splashed over his toes making him shivering in cold, not Charles bore eyes to him

"i'm not a sweet talker when it comes to racing and you know that very well." He nudged their already flushed shoulder again waiting for his teammate answer

Instead, Carles hides his face into the his still crossed knee, in between his chest he speaks to the empthy space, "you are so rude you know? i was expecting a yes since we have been on the same page for goddamit too long"

without looking, carlos know, always knows how tears might be dropped like a broken dam river through Charles eyes

"you gave me a signal"

"i know --"

"you wanted me as the same as how i want you"

"yes but not when i can potentialy hurting you, us, when jealousy or dissapointment comes in. i.. don't, i'm afraid of that"

Carlos knows he is right, deep down Charles also aknowledge it how possible could be wrong if they decide to be togehter now

"i want you, Carlos" he plead

"i know,"

and then let the waves filled the silence,

"then how long should i wait then? " Charles asked always very demanding, a little bit too impantient

Carlos shakes his head, "noCharles no. that's... thats very unfair of me for you" He then bravely take a chance to meet Charles eyes and yes it is tearing up

He brings his hands up to cupped over his teammate wet cheek, "Hey" he wiped the tears--brushing, comforting.

"it might sound harsh but Charles if you... if" he takes a big breath first, "if you finds another one or somebody finds you first then go. It's okay. Really." Not enough, Carlos feels so he place his other hands on Charles nape'

"I..." He chuckled in ashamed voice, " what kind of guy am I who restrain you, telling you to wait for the uncertainity? you deserve better. Charlie I... fuck, I thought by keeping Isa by my side for that long will protect our relationship and yet turns out it restrained her. I couldn't do that to you. Not when you can fly high without me. Not you can do so much more. Not again I restraining people for just my own ego." He said that all in one breath,

"what if I insist?" Charles voice strained. "what if i want to wait for you?"

"am afraid i'll end up losing both of us" both of his hands are now cupping Charles angelic face who looking somber and gosh Carlos hate it so much especially the causes is him

"I don't want us strained in competition and media and rivaly. As long as I'm with you in the team, I help you and the team for championship. It's is already so hard but I'll take it for what is worth, you understand?"

Charles put his own hands against Carlos, " is this what the song really said right person wrong time?" he let a breathy laughed,

"is me loving you now is in the wrong timing?"

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HAHA SOON IN MY AO3 OKAY? I DONT WANNAA TO SPILL IT TOOO MUCH BECAUSE like it might be unclear whats the main problem here and i m very lazy to address it here so yeah justjustjust wait another sequel of ocean and engines. in meantime you are crying reading this story go on check charlos playlist on my spotify!

#f1 #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #charlos #my fics #c2 #MY BELOVED I LOVE THEM #i love them as my vent for a relationship idealisticly works #SOONN #Spotify

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silvergolddraco28 · 5 months

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Chapter 2 God of Life

There was a loud knocking early the next morning. "Hey, wake up. I brought breakfast, and I'm supposed to take the cub back with me," a bossy woman's voice called through the door.

Wukong scowled as he got up from the floor having woken up late in the night unable to sleep and decided to simply meditate. He carefully picked up the cub sleeping on the bed and wrapped him up in the Scarlet red scarf once more as a makeshift swaddle. Wukong opened the door partly glad the seal he had used still allowed for those outside to make themselves known after knocking.

A bird demoness was holding a tray of bruised, misshapen, wrinkly fruits and a glass of water. "Open the door already."

“I did,” Wukong replied, taking the tray with ease by his tail while the demoness huffed, taking the cub from his arms with force and carrying the little cub like he was disease-infested.

“Needs a bath before Our Lord sees it.” she huffed. “You are a stable hand today so eat then find the horses you can't miss their stench you smell just like it.”

Wukong scowled. "Don't put him in any kind of deep water. If anything happens to him, you're first." He shut the door, tail wrapping around his leg anxiously. He sighed, picking through to find the least bad fruit and sniffing the water before tentatively sipping it. 'At least this is clean enough. Guess they don't keep bad water around.'

Finishing what little he could, he begrudgingly puts on the stable clothes and walks out to try to find the stables. And take his time doing so.

Eventually, he found his way to the stables taking note of how there was just one stable hand waiting with a pile of tools and a bin. The stable boy grinned. “Well well well if it isn't the Race Traitor finally getting Karma for killing his kind. These are your tools ‘top quality’ for you. You’ll have a full run of the place as the rest of the hands have the day off and our Lord was gracious enough to attach a watching shadow to keep an eye on you.” the stable boy grinned as he explained things.

"I have to do it all myself?" Wukong looked around the stables, frowning. It wasn't small. And with the collar on, he couldn't afford to make clones to help him. "Who decided nobody else was working?"

“Need to know and you are not the one that needs to know. Have a good day cleaning Dirty Monkey.” the demon waved his hand walking past the insulted and slurred at Wukong.

He grits his teeth but ignores the urge to punch the jerk and grab a shovel. Today was going to be a long, long day.

‘White, black, brown, mixed repeat.’ Wukong thought as he moved each horse methodically out of their stalls to a small pasture to wait while he cleaned out the old straw and any manure. He was able to get through about twenty horses until a shadow clone of the Shadow Lord popped up from the closet shadow with a fussy and hungry Cub.

"How is your first day on the job, Stable Boy?" The Shadow Lord approached, doing his best to hold the squirming little cub in his arms without squeezing too hard. "Afraid you're going to need to take a break so you can do your second job."

“Peachy. Twenty-five horses down.” Wukong replied heading over to a buck of clean water and washing off his hands before returning to collect the fussy cup opening part of his uniform up to allow Mk access to his breast.

"Fo think you were capable of labor. Wonder how you'll handle the rest of the jobs that were lined up for you?" The Lord mused, smirking.

“I’ll see what is in store if today is going to be on repeat for the remainder of my stay.” Wukong flatly stated. “Whose idea was it to send all the stable hands away and leave just me alone?”

"Oh come now, you're the Great Monkey King! Great Sage, Loyal Pet of Heaven." The Lord spread his arms wide, a mocking tone in his voice. "You shouldn't need the help of demons for a few basic chores."

Wukong scowled but didn't comment on the slander of his titles. “Fine if that's how it will be then surely the Lord of Shadows can manage to feed the young Cub on his own. You have your milk.”

"Oh dear, I didn't think the Great Monkey King would even abandon his cub." The Lord sighed dramatically before stepping forward, hands reaching for the cub. "Well give him here then, I'll just raise him myself."

Wukong turned his body away with a small growl. “Over my corpse.”

"That can be arranged." Shadows shot out from under Wukong, wrapping around his legs and dragging him to his knees. Macaqur grabbed his hair and pulled it back as he knelt behind him. "Don't say things you don't mean, you're not in any position to be uncooperative."

Wukong grits his teeth as the cub finishes, getting taken by the Shadow Lord and disappearing into the shadows with Wukong being released. “Shit…” Wukong cursed to himself while golden tears pooled in his eyes and dropped to the ground.

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Wukong hissed as he stretched himself out from the grueling week of labor and acted as the Lord’s personal messenger bird when he had accidentally shifted into a hawk after breathing in too much dust and sneezing one of the minor and annoying side effects of his powers.

Today was the day he would be ‘training’ with the guards and he already knew they had something rather bold planned from their smirks whenever he passed a guard over the past week.

‘Something worse than just labor will happen today… I just know it.’ Wukong thought as he dressed in the training garb.

"Hey, let's get going already. Can't train without the punching bag." Someone laughed outside of the room after banging on the door. "Or what, the Great Sage just scared to fight without his powers?"

Wukong scowled at the insult as he opened the door getting grabbed by the shoulders and held in a rather tight headlock that was making him see spots as air was denied to his lungs.

"Wow, you're as weak as everyone's been saying, huh traitor?" The wolf demon growled out in amusement as he started dragging the Sage toward the training yard like that. "Training's gonna be fun."

“We got to put him in armor first! It should be coming right out of the forge any second piping hot and ready to be molded right into the Traitor’s skin.” Another pipped up grinning.

"Let's not bother with the training weapons today. We need more practice with the real thing, right?" Another piped up.

“Get the good ones that can even cut through Dragon scales.”

"Enough, all of you!" The bear demon whom Wukong had met on his first day roared. The field went silent, and the knights all straightened. "I understand you're all looking forward to today, but keep in mind this is still training. Focus!"

Wukong managed to break from the grasp around his neck rubbing at the dark and ugly bruise rapidly forming under the thin fur from the last week of pure stress and labor.

"Heads up." Was the only warning the big bear gave before tossing a wooden staff at Wukong. "I expect you to put your all in today. Your combat skills are well known and I want my troops to be ready for if real threat like you get in traitor." He pointed a finger toward a pile of armor. "That should be about as much armor as you normally wear. You don't stop today until I tell you to stop, got it?"

“Yes Sir,” Wukong replied neutrally heading over to the pile of old and weak armor. None of it would give him any protection at all so he sighed and turned away from the armor testing the training staff in his hands. ‘This will break if I try to hit anyone with it with my full strength.’ Wukong grimaced at how all the odds were stacked against him.

"Alright everyone, warmups are over. We're starting with one on one spare and then groups can try their hand. Everyone line up, I'll be choosing who's going when." The large bear called from in front of a ring of packed dirt, flattened out from hundreds, maybe thousands of sparring matches. He looked at Wukong and pointed to the circle. "Get ready traitor. My soldiers don't hold back."

“I don't expect them to,” Wukong replied as he entered the center of the circle and took a relaxed stance with the wooden staff angled against his side and back.

One after another, the bear sends in warriors for Wukong to fight. The moment one is knocked down, another fight starts. The bear just keeps calling out names.

This keeps going until one soldier gets a lucky hit… a sword right into Wukong’s gut spilling bright golden blood onto the dirt and making it shake and crack as thick greenery sprang to life sucking up the blood as Nature reacted to one of its being harmed.

You dare harm a Sage of Nature’s Chosen Vessel! The earth seemed to rumble with waves of angry energy rippling up from deep underground.

"HALT!" The bear demon roared as the demon who'd successfully stabbed Sun Wukong staggered backward, leaving his sword behind. Several others had been rushing forward when the command froze them in place. The bear lifted his great head. "My Lord! Your presence is needed at the training grounds!"

A neat instant later the shadow of the bear darkened, seeming to open. The bear stayed perfectly still as the Shadow Lord Macaque stepped out of his portal.

He only took a moment to take in the scene before he strode forward and ripped the sword from the King's stomach, using his shadows to block the wound. "Call for the medics, we'll need to treat him." At his calm order, the knights rushed to action. Macaque knelt on one knee in front of the wounded king, ignoring the blood soaking into his robes. "You'll be treated. Now calm the Earth's magic."

“Careful there… don't get that on your skin or risk being immortal,” Wukong warned with a weak smirk as he placed his hand on the gold blood-soaked ground causing his skin and fur to shift into magma-like stone with golden veins and bright gold-tinted bronze fur up towards his elbow while his eyes turned a solid green-tinted gold.

:I’m fine, Old One. Just paying back old dues for my reckless youth and being judged by a Vessel of Shades.: Wukong ‘spoke’ to the earth ignoring the pain coming from the shackle on his other wrist while the wound on his stomach knit closed with not a trace behind.

Macaque hummed. "I'll keep that in mind." He stood, his robes still tinted gold. "Once the medical team has checked you over and you've had some time, we need to talk."

“I'm fine. I don't need a healer and I can come with you now to talk without making you wait.” Wukong stated.

"More worried about what a healer might find, or what I might say to others?" Macaque raised an eyebrow.

“Bad experiences with healers in the past,” Wukong stated with a voice devoid of emotion.

"Very well then, your loss." Macaque looked at his warriors. "Clean this place up and get back to training." He ordered. The Bear demon nodded shapely and started shouting orders.

Macaque dropped them through a portal into his living quarters, where a shadow clone was rocking a sleeping cub. "Sit down wherever you'd like." Macaque walked over to the clone, gently taking the cub from it as it disappeared.

Wukong simply took a seat in a comfy-looking chair curling up in his soft fabric and plush feeling material that soothed some of his aches and pains. “What is it you wish to speak to me about unless it's just because of that minor accident in the training field,” Wukong questioned.

"I wouldn't call that minor, personally." Macaque takes a seat on the couch opposite Wukong, leaning back to let the child rest more comfortably on his chest. "What exactly are you, Sun Wukong?"

“What everyone thinks I am. A fool of a monkey that takes any and every blame without question and fulfills the tasks of righting the blame.” Wukong shrugged. “That is my life. If you want the real answer I suggest you use a nine-ring privacy seal. Not many know beyond Life and Nature.”

Macaque frowned slightly before sighing. "That will take a moment, though within my domain it feels excessive. I would know if anyone was listening." Still, the Shadow rises to his feet and approaches the King. "Are you in any shape to hold the cub, or will another of my shadow clones be required? He only tolerates them for so long."

“I can hold him,” Wukong assured taking the cub with a soft and happy rumble from his chest while his tail wagged in joy.

Macaque nodded, leaving the King with his cub as he began the arduous process of creating such an intensive seal. He used his magic to cover everything throughout the room, taking great care in the process. When he'd finally finished the setup, he called upon his shadow magic that was within the runes. They flared a bright purple. "Done." He went back to his seat. "Are you satisfied with this? Will you answer the question now?"

“Tell me what you know and I will fill in the rest.”

He hummed. "You have a strong connection to the earth. It seemed to react to your blood. It almost felt as though the earth wanted to swallow the training grounds. Your blood also has the power to turn someone immortal purely by being absorbed into the skin, which I've never heard of. And that sort of golden blood I believe to be associated with the highest levels of divinity, which is odd when you were a demon last I checked."

“I might be called a demon because of my eyes but I fall neither under the realm of demon nor celestial. I'm the Primordial Monkey of Stone one of four beings that fall outside of the natural order of the world.” Wukong stated.

"So you are the Stone Monkey." Macaque tilted his head studying him for a moment. Then he placed his hand on his chest. "I am also one of the primordial beings, the Six-Eared Macaque who can hear past, present, and future. But my blood does not flow gold or have such power as yours does, so that does not answer my question."

“The title of Sage comes with the connections to the natural elements especially when one like myself has spent a long time alone in on an island cut off from human interference. As for why my blood is as good as my fur? The result of eating an orchard’s worth of immortal peaches several barrels of immortal wine and a few bottles of immortal pills that were then cooked inside of me over nearly fifty celestial days. My blood didn't fully change until several years after I finished my task from Bubhha. Numa then claimed me as a Vessel of Life and her blood child.”

"So your connection to the earth is similar to my connection with the wind. I can understand that much at least. I'm impressed you kept much of this quiet enough that even the winds didn't pick up on it to share with me." He leaned back further onto the couch, crossing his legs. "I can see why you'd worry about this getting out. If the wrong people managed to capture you the way I have, they'd do far worse than what's happened to you during your stay here."

“That’s just the tip of the ice. While my blood can turn someone immortal it has to be pure blood otherwise it's a very powerful healing ‘potion’ when mixed with anything else and consumed. My blood also creates fruit-bearing trees of immortality when intentionally spilled on the soil. My blood can also be used as a substitute for runic ink.” Wukong listed off.

"You're comfortable telling your captor all of this?" Macaque asked, raising an eyebrow at the stone monkey.

“The Wind has been listening since the start. They control information the best and if you are their interpreter then it would only be a matter of time before you had found out on your own.” Wukong replied as he habitually brought his wrist up to his mouth and bit down drinking his blood to supplement the missed lunch and breakfast and to wake himself up from falling into a healing slumber.

Macaque raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

“Eating. Most of my food has been rotten or already eaten by the time it gets to me so I need to get creative. Even an immortal has natural limits they can't ignore for long.” Wukong replied.

Macaque hummed, glancing from Wukong to the cub in his arms. "And you're still able to produce enough milk off of little more than blood?"

“More or less.” Wukong shrugged.

Macaque sighed. "I'll have a word with the kitchen staff about at least keeping you well enough fed that the cub isn't at risk. I doubt it will do anything for the rumors they try so hard to hide from me, but there's little that can be done about that."

“What like the Dirty Monkey and the Mud Monkey insults or the whore and prostitute slurs? I nearly punched someone for slapping my ass while cleaning the palace and nearly castrated another for trying to order me into their bed.” Wukong vented looking a bit flush in the face.

"You're close with the second one," He admitted, but I doubt you'd hear this one with how quietly they whisper it. They're convinced your cub in mind and that you came to demand what I did in protecting you and 'our' cub from your many enemies." He paused. "Though that is where a lot of the rumors are of you being an easy lay."

Wukong snorted at that. “I’d castrate anyone before they dared to have me in bed and even then I've punted many that tried to take my hand by force,” Wukong stated as he nuzzled Mk his tail curling around him while his eyes grew rather heavy. He didn't last much longer as he finally crashed curled up in the soft chair and deep sleep while holding Mk close in a protective yet gentle hold while a gentle yet heavy lavender-smelling breeze played with his mane.

Macaque studied the god sleeping in his sitting room. "By the 10 Kings, I've captured a god." He couldn't say if this was worth the trouble, but they'd need to be a bit more careful with him from now on. He couldn't afford for anyone else to realize the truth.

Macaque stood from his seat and dismissed the barrier. He silently opened the large window in his sitting area, letting the wind rush in and take th secret so the day back out with it, snippets of the conversation he'd just had rushing past his ears, lightening the heavy atmosphere. "My friend, you've been keeping secrets from me again. So send my secrets high, higher than any bird could ever hope to fly, and never bring it back down." The wind fluttered his hair, pushed past his ears, and then it passed.

He turned back around, leaning against the window frame as he studied his captive and the cub tucked in his arms that seemed to share their attributes somehow. "Now, what to do with the two of you."

The wind flowed back into the room with soft giggling echoing in the wind as it whispered of things yet to come.

”Baba! Put me down!” a child’s voice laughed.

“Moon you're going to make Mk too hyper to put to bed on time.” the amused voice of Wukong chuckled. “Why don't you put on a shadow play about how you became a God of Souls to balance my status as a God of Life?”

Macaque sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening as he continued to stare at the two others in the room. "What?" He walked over to the two, kneeling in front of them. "But that's not possible..."

It's not as though he couldn't admit the Monkey King was handsome, but he had few friends, particularly within his territory. He frowned, eyeing the cub. Slowly, he reached out and ran his fingers over the little one's ears. 'If what Wukong said I'd true, that future is likely to change if they leave the island.' Having Wukong as his partner would bring too much danger to his kingdom. It would be a huge risk.

The wind swirled around him again bringing another set of whispers.

”Put him down, Azure! This is between you and me leave my Cub out of this! You got what you wanted now let Mihou out of that Soul Lantern!” Wukong’s voice seemed to ring with protective rage. While a cub’s cries rung in the background.

“You know I can't do that Brother. Not if I intend to make you my Empress and keep the competition away. Pitty how you found a monkey just like yourself in power to join you on the mountain yet so uninformed of your proper potential.”

A low growl rumbled in his throat. 'Azure... Azure Lion? I've heard the name, did he crawl out of the Diyu after Wukong killed him? They were in that brotherhood together.' He took his hand back and began to pace. He'd never allow someone to lay a hand on his lantern. He'd sooner kill Azure on sight. 'But why would I leave my home for Flower Fruit Mountain?' He froze, going back to the window. "I won't allow them to destroy my island. Come for me if you dare Azure Lion, or whoever else might be coming. I'll rip you to shreds." He vowed to the wind.

This place of too small for you. Your growth has stunted. You’ll grow far more and far stronger out beyond this barrier with the Vessel of Life. The wind soothingly ‘spoke’ to the black monkey. This Kingdom has stilted. It's arrogance has been shown. They call the Vessel of Life a traitor when the Vessel was tortured to turn against those who would not understand his bleeding heart nor hear his grief and suffering. The Gods judged him, the demons damn him and the mortals respect him… but none love him.

Macaque hummed, tail flicking uncertainty. The wind has always advised him toward what was best for him. But this was asking a lot of him. "You ask Mr to give up everything I've built for myself, for the sake of the one being in the three realms with no allies, only admirers, and a long list of bitter enemies." He sighed. "We shall see how things go. I trust your council, but if I take a mate it will be because I respect them, not for power." He smiled at nothing. "You have been good to me already in that department."

He closed the window, ending the conversation for now before turning back to the pair. His eyes softened as they landed on the little monkey. He sighed, approaching Wukong to take the cub from his sleeping form. A blanket fell through a portal, resting over the Sage's sleeping form as the dark monkey cradled the cub that shouldn't look so much like him. "Rest, God King, your cub is safe with me." He went to sit, and as an afterthought, he sent a shadow to collect him some sort of lunch. Enough for two.

#fanfiction #lmk au #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #collab help #cowrite #amwriting #lmk rp #sun wukong x macaque #six eared macaque #sun wukong #baby monkey mk

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In a matter of minutes, the sky turned from blue to grey to nearly black. They'd felt the increasing wind before which had made them hurry their steps, but they were not able to escape the thunderstorm that was rolling on.

“Jaskier, we need to hurry if we don't want to get drenched,” Geralt said through gritted teeth.

“You know, we would get to the next inn in time if we were actually riding on a horse.” Jaskier looked at Roach, who seemed to give him a glare, but that was probably just his imagination.

“You know we can't.” As much as Jaskier wanted to protest, he knew that Geralt was right, because Roach was already carrying enough weight at the moment, and they needed all of that. It wasn't like they could just abandon everything just to get to their destination. It wasn't even freezing cold, Jaskier didn't mind the rain at all – he loved the summer rain actually – but he knew how much force a storm could have, how much destruction lightning could leave behind.

Before they know it, the rain set in. Geralt grabbed Jaskier by the wrist and pulled him towards the trees to seek shelter from the downpour. In the distance, they could hear the thunder, but they couldn't see the lightning yet, because of their surroundings.

“So, you want us to stay here until this is over?” Jaskier quirked an eyebrow at Geralt,

“Don't tell me you want to go out into that downpour and get completely drenched? Are you mad?”

“You do know who you are talking to, right?”

“Yeah, you are mad...” Geralt shook his had half in amusement, half in exasperation. Before he could do anything, Jaskier stepped out of the shelter the trees were providing and into the rain. It smelled sweet and earthy, like the typical summer rain, which made Jaskier smile, even ad the rain made it's way through his clothes and onto his skin. “We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Geralt watched Jaskier stand there, already completely drenched.

“Yes,” Jaskier yelled over the sound of rain, a brilliant smile on his lips, as he tilted his face up to greet the rain. It felt amazing, it always did. He couldn't really say what it was about the summer rain, but it almost felt like it was cleansing his soul. For a moment, he simply stood there, enjoying the rain on his skin that cooled his body down after they'd been walking in the sun for hours. Slowly, he turned his face towards Geralt again as the rain was lessening. “You do know that lightning striked trees rather than flat land, right? So I'm actually safer here than you are over there.”

“I'm good here.”

“What's that, my dear Witcher?” Jaskier smirked, turning completely towards him, cocking his head to the left. “Are you afraid of a little rain?”

“That's not a little rain.” Geralt looks Jaskier up and down, his bright blue doublet now a couple of shades darker due to the water.

“So you are afraid,” Jaskier kept on teasing, but he looked up at the sky again, closing his eyes. It was already getting a bit lighter again, but the rain remained. There was still thunder and lightning all around, but still a bit away from them.

“Say that again.” Jaskier heard Geralt's voice close to his ear now, before he felt the Witcher's hands on his upper arms. The bard gasped when he opened his eyes and was suddenly nose to nose with Geralt. Still, he couldn't help but smirk.

“Scared, Witcher?”

“You wish!”

His words make Jaskier's smirk turn into a smile. His hands reach up to cup Geralt's face before he presses his lips to the Witcher's. He'd kissed a lot of people, but he'd never kissed anyone in the pouring rain before. Something that was so romanticised that he had to try it himself, and... it did live up to what he'd expected. More than that actually. Geralt's grip on his arms loosened, and instead, he dropped his hands to Jaskier's waist, pulling him closer. Seems like Jaskier wasn't the only one enjoying this kiss in the rain. They only parted when they both needed to come up for air. Staring into each others eyes, they both started chuckling.

“Maybe, we should keep going now to get to that inn... get out of these clothes, hm?” It was Jaskier's suggestion this time, because as much as he enjoyed standing in the rain, kissing Geralt in the rain, he liked being warmed by Geralt's body next to his in a comfy bed even more.

“You just want to get me naked, don't you?” Geralt asked, trying to suppress the smile that was about to break out on his lips.

“Maaaaaybe.” Jaskier pulled Geralt towards him for another quick kiss. “Can you blame me?”

No. No he could not, because he wanted to get Jaskier out of these wet clothes as well. To keep him from catching a cold of course.

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