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Monster's Voice Is Sweet To Hear

Charlotte Katakuri x F!Wife!Reader

! !NSFW! !

This is from ao3, last year, sorry for any grammar mistakes, as well as my different writing, this is also the first time I wrote filth, aside from the love-making in the Ace fic from Ao3. I want to write something for him but the ideas are just not coming to me. I also didn't specify readers race. Just that it's a female and tall/stronger then a human since we all know Big Mom won't just toss away Katakuri and make him marry a boring human with no specialties. this could work on all shapes and sizes of reader, chubby and skinny.

Word count: 5.8k

Summary: Rarely in the dead of night, a monster such as Katakuri needs love. It's something you can't say no to. After all, how can you deny that unnerving voice of his.

Warnings: Size difference, POST-WANO SPOILERS, multiple rounds.

In the quiet night, where only the humming of your voice is heard.

Light from the cake-inspired lamp bounces off the pink walls the shadow that's in a silhouette of a woman falls onto the giant bed in the center of the room.

On a quiet night, a married girl takes her jewelry off and places it in one of the drawers the magenta bureau contains.

You stand up from the chair, getting closer to the bed. Getting out of your clothes and putting on a modified (F/C) nightgown, you straighten the hot pink details running over your tall figure as you lie down on the heavenly bed.

Only at the sound of a door opening did you quickly get under the blanket. The sound of metal and leather rubbing against itself notifies you of the person who walked in before they can even say anything.

``(Y/N).``

``Katakuri.`` You shyly show your face from the covers to see the sight of your husband of 3 years now, even after all this time you can feel the blush creeping up your face, no matter how long you will never get used to seeing a man that's able to look down at you. That stoic and firey gaze always unleashed the butterflies deep inside your belly.

``I apologize for startling you, I've seemed to... Be distracted lately.`` This was his way of saying I forgot to knock on the door. With much time you start to learn the ways of Katakuri's speech patterns. Start to recognize what words his pride was holding back even from you. Apologetic wasn't one of them. It isn't like he's trying to hide something after all you've seen his biggest weakness in action multiple times, gobbling all kinds of sweets. But never have you thought forgetting was something Katakuri was capable of. It wasn't until after the incident at Pudding's wedding involving the Strawhats that Katakuri's mask, which he had been carrying since marrying you (probably much, much longer than that) truly shattered. Thanks to his younger sister Flampe not keeping her mouth shut about how horrid her big brother is physically and then about his treatment towards her, after what she did. The brat even tried to approach you to run her tongue about Katakuri. Your husband.

Honor is off the table when faced with a person with that kind of mindset. Never mind the respect when facing a worthy opponent.

``Mind if I join you?``

``No, not at all.`` You smile as you watch him carefully get out of his uniform. Never did you imagine you would smile at Katakuri, compared to the sad bride and groom the two of you were. The new life treated you both kindly, it wasn't fast but it wasn't slow-paced either.

The stiff and awkward interactions turned into small conversations about interests and they blossomed into what can only be fondness. The road came with its fare-share of bumps, and both of you dived head first in this with only your families in mind, ready to throw away what little freedom both of you had for your parent's satisfaction.

At the wedding ceremony, walls were built. Walls that cracked the more time you spent with each other.

``Y'know, Luffy was announced as an Emperor today.`` You fill in the silence. Knowing Katakuri's favorite topic you slide in the information.

Katakuri stops mid-changing and raises his head at that. He had told you about Luffy a couple of weeks ago, finally emptying his head to you about the topic he was trying to tell you the moment he returned to your room injured. You didn't push him back then.

The time will come when he'll bring it up. You would tell yourself. It's his calculations of reactions that hold him, little insecurities eating him up and even if the conversation was late, you are happy that he was finally opening up. To you at least.

``Is that so?``

``Yeah, it was in today's newspaper. It said he defeated Kaidou, impressive huh?``

You watch as he nods his head. You debate for a second if you should tell him the next sentence, but he is her son, after all, today he dedicated himself to the library (A time he cherishes since it happens so rarely. A battle with the Straw Hat sure tired him out. You wonder if it's a blessing in disguise sometimes. If it is you wouldn't be surprised.) and judging from his lack of knowledge about the feat Luffy accomplished, you might as well tell him now...

``Surgeon of Death and The Eustass kid from the Worst Generation were involved... They defeated Big Mom.`` At that, you can feel how the temperature drops in the room, his movements to put the clothes back in their place slowed down until they came to a stop. It almost felt like time had stopped.

``I've heard about that. All the commotion in the palace this morning was from Perospero's call. They needed a backup to retrieve them.`` He says as the heavyweight is lifted off the room, letting go of the fabric he was holding onto, the time begins to roll once again.

You don't bat an eye at Katakuri's actions and his casualness. You doubt he would mourn his mother.

You quiver as the blanket is thrown off of you, the chill biting your arms and chest before he joins you on the bed. You fix your body position as the natural warmth his body carries sends shivers down your spine. Your back facing his chest as his giant hand creeps up to cradle your waist.

You shy away or try to. But the moment his fingers softly graze your pelvis, a tight knot starts developing, his shy yet soothing and careful touches sending the blood up to your face.

He's mindful of his heaviness, even if you are taller than a human should be, more tolerant and powerful, he treats you the same as he would to his child siblings, with feather-light touches. It's instinct at this point. It makes you nervous. Makes you red and sad, as well as happy that he also wasn't the only one with bad habits.

Habits that differentiate you two are rare. Since most of them are dependent on higher-than-an-average-human height.

``Is this okay?`` his open eyes travel over your face devoid of any skin color except red. You nod.

``...May I?`` The awkwardness in his voice is precious. Sweet as a mochi should be. Not how a monster's should be.

It makes your heart skip a beat and your core to pulse.

The impatience takes over when he's leaving lingering touches closer and closer to where you would like the itchiness to go away. The temptation to grab his hand and drag it to your genitalia is strong. Biting the bottom lip you feel his hand cup your crotch, and it's a feeling you'll never get tired of.

He shoves the gown's bottom piece up to your belly button, getting the cue you grab the (F/C) silky cloth. It's tacky but it was one of the more subtle ones that Brûlée has picked for you.

You shift your left thigh to the side when the tips of his finger flex on top of your clitoris, a thin layer of fabric stopping him from intruding, yet he is still making you pulse and drowning you in the electric shock of pleasure. The fingers slowly run over it, again and again putting no pressure behind the movement.

When his right-hand digs behind your back, your flushed face barely turns around to ask him what he is doing.

``Changing position...`` Katakuri says as he carefully scoops your neck between his forearm and upper arm, his left hand grabs onto your right hip.

His show of strength as he gets you on top of him in a second, leaves your knees shaking. At first, you lay on his chest with your back pressed against him.

Even with your superior height he somehow manages to make you feel as if you were a human, it makes you doubt your reality for a millisecond, his right hand balancing you and the other one going down your body a bit too fast, your suspicions are confirmed by the impatience with which he tosses the blanket off of your bodies. The room temperature now no longer poses a threat to your skin.

This time he isn't as slow with his actions, leaving the undergarments on, he rubs up and down your slit, feeling its warmth escape onto his sweaty hands.

The quiet room was momentarily full of little gasps and beating hearts of both parties. A squeak leaves your mouth as you rise from your position on his chest, leaning on your elbows that are still... On his chest. The coldness that sudden separation brings on your back is forgotten as you look down to where Katakuri is making laps around you. The moisture grows in seconds when he presses his thumb on your clit, slowly rocking it sideways and tightening the knot deep within you.

You try to bite the bottom of your mouth to not let the noises escape but as Katakuri flattens his hand so his index and middle finger are sliding and tickling your entrance, the task to stay quiet becomes very difficult. You feel the way he snakes his second hand up your breasts while the other separates the undergarment from your folds. Little moans sneak past your lips as you look straight down, the bulge that shows from underneath your thighs just makes your heart beat out of your ribcage.

Katakuri lays his forehead on your shoulder as he feels the wetness coating the surroundings of your entrance, he knew the smaller hands were coming before feeling them pull down the owner's panties, momentarily stopping for her to take it off before he continued infiltrating it. His right hand fondling with your breasts squishing them but not rough enough to hurt you.

For a split second, you felt the pain of the stretch, arching your back and tossing your head over his shoulder as Katakuri's other hand played with the silk-covered nipple, he pushed his forehead down on your cleavage, it wasn't in his intentions but the size difference was really making your mind mushy.

You could feel him shaking from below you as you rest on top of him, closed eyes and clean mind absorbing your movements.

For a couple of seconds, you lay like that, panting breathes and already sweat covered. He won't move. He won't hurt you. He'll give you time to adjust.

Your hand lands on his crimson hair, fingers run through the short pink layers devoid of grey. It startles him, eyes snapping open he looks to his left shoulder where you are resting your head and meets his beloved's smiling face staring back at him.

Pink dusted his cheeks and as his heart jumped, his mouth opened and closed, this nervous feeling is shameful to him. The big brother Katakuri was still getting used to his new-not-so-new feelings towards new-not-so-new his wife, and expressing them to her face turned out to be the most complicated and difficult part. (Aside from Brûlée, she has seen him at his worst. It's a new feeling, a new type of embarrassment he hasn't experienced with anyone, not even Brûlée. The thought of this ever getting out almost frightens him. It frightens him.)

At last, he chooses to look away as you chuckle.

``C-can you move now?`` He nearly forgot.

``Are you... Sure?``

``Yeah, now c'mon... I was so close...``

He continues his motions with soft pink shades over his face, and slowly the two fingers slide deeper into your gummy walls. The clenching makes him wish it was some other part of his inside of you instead of his fingers. He listens as hisses leave your lips from the painfully nice stretch, the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes being wiped away by Katakuri's other hand that took a break from playing with your breasts, he feels his boxer get tighter when your legs shake around his massive thighs, for a second he feels glad that you aren't super tiny, it makes this feel like the first time both of you did it. It holds a special place in his heart, the lovely touches have never been that satisfying. And every time you take your time to show affection to him during it- he falls further and further in love with you. Even if he doesn't show it, or return them, he appreciates the gestures.

He knows it's time to start the actions of love and that you would certainly never reject it. It's the childish fear keeping his head and eyes locked away during them. Is he shy? Maybe. Does he wan't to return the gesture? Some would think that he doesn't.

The whimpering noises fill his head as he finally went in knuckle deep, he lifts his head from your cleavage and brings your face closer for a kiss, eating the deep moan that leaves your mouth when he pulls out his finger and pushes it back into the warmth. Watching with open eyes how your eyebrows point up in pleasure twisting into a lustful picture he'll love for the rest of his life. The fact that he is the only one who's allowed to see it makes his head dizzy with what other expressions he could steal from you.

He slowly fastens his pace, making and leaving your walls a mess before he gets back in and fixes it with his fingers, finding that spongey spot was easy, having it memorized Katakuri curves his fingers upwards and pistons into it, barely taking his fingers out.

One after another lustful noises (now louder than ever) escape before you can bite your tongue. At some point, drool started coming out of your mouth. Eyes closed you can feel how Katakuri milked your sweet spot brutally, making your cunt weep and sting oh so impossibly delightfully.

His hand and your thights are all wet now.

``Just aah little m-more...!``

You were so close. So incredibly close.

The moment Katakuri forced his hand to dig deeper in your cunt, to get past the line of his knuckles, and pushed upwards into your belly, forcing you to arch for him harder was the moment you were seeing stars.

Your closed eyes were going into your head and your wide mouth was slack as he held your hip with one hand and rubbed your clit faster than ever with the other one. Throwing you off the edge and finally loosening the knot that was tied at the start, slick now not-so-unclear dribs down your slit, he doesn't let you have a break, hand still accompanying you even after your orgasm.

You don't complain.

He slowly pushes your pelvis down with his forearm to meet his hips, not slowing his fast-paced rubbing. Your moans are now as free as they can be, but you limit yourself, wanting to hear little grunts and deep slow moans from Katakuri. You honestly think you could cum from his voice alone.

He's beautiful you think.

His eyes are closed, the furrowing thin eyebrows holding onto the sweat drops that are covering his face in a thin layer of gloss. His eyes are closed yet he seems so concentrated to make you cum again. The vein in his forehead is on full display for you. His naturally long eyelashes adorned his hooded eyes.

``You're Beau...tiful... Kata...``

The way he hides his mouth in your cleavage and not in your shoulder because of his big size, the way he is avoiding eye contact the moment you whispered those two words. The way your heart shattered, is like no other pain you've felt. Because this boy is so... So incredibly sad. You want to kiss the pain away, the worries to be crushed under your tall figure. You want to shield him because he deserved so much more than this family.

``Sooo pretty... C-can you look...at me?`` Exhausted, you reach out.

You don't pay attention to the second orgasm, too busy complimenting him about his beauty. You miss how he is rutting his clothed hips right on your naked ass. You don't miss how he turns his face to the opposite side from you, you don't miss the red-colored ears as you hug his neck. Biting his ears as you are getting closer yet again. You notice how he's gone quiet the moment you praised him. How he is listening to your moans right in his ear.

Suddenly he crashes his hips into you, stinging sensations of him losing grip on his strength lays mockingly on the prints he has branded on both sides of your hips. Even if you were drowning in an indescribable pleasure you didn't miss the way he threw his head back, he almost roars a held-back-moan as wetness spreads on your ass. You don't have to look down to know that both of you guys's cum is wetting the sheets below.

Did he cum by pleasuring you?

Shit... That's so... Hot.

You've known there were ten million ways to love somebody and this. This was one of them.

Katakuri relaxes on the pillow behind him, coming down from the high he tossed both of you in, your arms still around his neck. He opens his eyes looking down at your face, It's a mess really, with sweat and hair sticking on your forehead, swollen lips from the previous kiss (he spends extra seconds looking and feeling the breasts resting against his own skin) but it doesn't matter to him, all he sees are the fruits of his labor. He finally removes his hands from your hips, his gaze falling on a now-covered-by-your-nightgown spot.

Did he leave a mark?

A giggle escapes from your lips before you can stop it, earning a playful glare from his direction. What's so funny?

``Aha-I'm sorry, it's just. You're so red!`` He looks through you, unfocusing his eyes before turning his (now red from embarrassment) face away from you.

You rub your cheek against him, feeling the stitch scars that lead to his mouth hole.

``Awh! C'mon don't hide from me!``

``...You're getting brave (Y/N)...``

``I don't have to be brave to call my husband beautiful and handsome! Plus you're so cute right now!``

``I'm not cute...``

``Sure you're not.`` You're pushing it. You are sure as hell not sure where this confidence came from but you aren't complaining.

Putting your hand under his chin and turning his face toward you.

His eyes settle on your lips before you pull yourself up to make your (S/C) lips land on his monstrous mouth. Like a beast, he doesn't close his eyes, unlike you.

Yet again choosing to make up for the time he closed his eyes during the sex. Staring into your wet eyelashes.

His left arm drags you so impossibly closer to his chest, in a hug while his other hand puts a strand of (H/C) hair back over your ear. When you try to pull away he follows your lips down. Cherishing the strawberry residue that the lipstick left.

A couple of moments last of you two in a romantic kiss before it turns into playful pecks across each other faces. Katakuri was careful with his fangs, still getting used to having someone get as close as he was to the white knives. He calls them and judging from the sharpness you can't exactly call him wrong.

It lasts like that for more than necessary. The sweet touches turned harsh from him is a normal feeling for you, pain tolerance is one of your specialties. It's in your blood. There is nothing he could do from the outside that could hurt you. From the inside, it's a different story.

It's the reason why Charlotte Linlin chose you to be the bride for her second son.

``He's a monster in humans skin,`` She said.

``Better have that scarf around you at all times Katakuri, don't frighten the soon-to-be bride.`` She said at one of the tea parties she had invited your family over.

It was humiliating for him to hear those words, let alone in front of a different kingdom's royal family. Those words were enough for you to have an opinion set on Big Mom.

And Katakuri too. It was respect, you respected him for putting up with people like his mother daily. Another thing to add in the similarities chart besides the height.

``Don't you think your genetic powers would make lovely children for my boy here darling? Wouldn't that be wonderful?``

You pity the children you have to give birth to. Because you know it will happen.

Her piercing gaze and a change in tone was the only reason you nodded your head. It was how the entire party went actually, with you acting like one of Big Mom's homies. Bobbing your head to every compliment she would say about you and your powers.

Maybe that's what left a sour taste in Katakuri's mouth. Why he avoided you for a couple of months after the wedding, he probably saw you as a fragile bimbo who was swayed by fear.

You would hate to say it but the truth is always hard to swallow.

It was what you were before the wedding and after. No doubt about that. The fear of upsetting a bomb that was Big Mom terrified you to your core. You could take Katakuri ignoring and avoiding you but you could never say no to them, the strings she had on your family were too tightly tied around their necks to risk it. Not to mention the thousands of people's lives each of your family member represented.

``The more you fuck around the more you're gonna find out`` As your diplomat father would say in all kinds of situations. It's just that in this instance it wasn't comedic.

It was a psychological thriller. And fucking around you couldn't.

It was a sad start to your relationship with him, an unwanted marriage both of you were against at first, maybe in another lifetime one of you would have had a voice to protest it. But for now, you enjoy the soft embrace of his arms around your shoulders. A loud banging of his heart against your ear.

The chill of the aftermath leaving your body and replacing it with a sticky feeling between your crotch and the smell of sex that wasn't visible at the time.

``Well then, don't you want to clean yourself up?``

``No, I don't.``

``W-why not?`` Usually, Katakuri loves his cleanliness, organization, and tidiness. He showers after coming home, often he's the one running to the bathroom with towels in his hands before you can even process that you've arrived home.

``...I just don't want this to end.``

``... You...`` And you thought Katakuri had run out of his surprise factor. It makes you want to toss your feet in the air with tiny kicks, giggles and everything, it makes you blush.

Seriously? Why are you acting like a schoolgirl with a crush on her upperclassmen?! Have you lost all your marbles in you, woman?! Where is the royal blood?!

You can practically feel the inner, secondary or tiny voice in your head yelling at you.

``Y... You do...?`` Unbelievable.

A nod from him is all you need.

``Y'know, we don't... Have to end it...``

``What?`` God his obliviousness makes you want to strangle him.

``We can... Continue it instead...I-i mean... If you... Want..?`` You run your index finger over his chest, tracing the tattoo with half-lidded eyes and lips in a kissing position. If this isn't lustfull, you don't know what is.

``...``

``... We can?`` His shocked eyes leave you once again, speechless.

``Of... Of course, we can! If you have any energy left that is... What made you think that we couldn't..?``

Sex is something that rarely happens between you and him since both of you most of the time are sent out for missions separately, however, If your memories aren't lying to you there are a total of four times (not counting this one) that you guys have slept together. How many times did he want to cuddle after sex? 2 times? 3 times?

Such a bad wife you've been to him.

WHAT DON'T THINK LIKE THAT!

Your questions go unanswered. Instead, he gently turns you onto your back, his hands balancing himself like a pole, they shut off your field of vision 'till you can't look anywhere instead up.

And up you look.

You think it's a sight any fair lady would go feral over. So what if you've seen this many times before, it never fails to make you nervous, the confidence dripping off of him, even if shaky eyesight proves just how unconfident he is.

Swoon over him you do.

The feeling you got at the start of the night coming back ten times stronger and filling up your heart until it's back to the pace it was before, this time maybe even shaking sideways for dramatic or. romantic effect.

Your breathing quickens as his head follows his body that was leaning on his thighs which were usually heavy with accessories of any kind, mostly following his gothic style with minor changes. Now he stands on top of your legs with his free-of-any-weight ones, caging yours with his knees. He has a charm in the way he travels his hand down on your skin, giant fingers ghosting over the most sensitive of places. The size difference isn't much but staring at your squished thighs and comparing it to the thickness of his knees makes your breath hitch, gulping you look up towards his face.

Katakuri's sharp crimson eyes glimmer down at you.

He had never once failed to make you feel so unbelievably small under his gaze, you find this exact moment perfect to take off your sticky nightgown that's wet with substances from both of your bodies. It turns out to be a good hiding device for your face, too bad it only lasts a couple of seconds before Katakuri gets suspicious.

Once over your head, you toss the (F/C) fabric somewhere on the floor. Presenting your fully naked body to him.

You don't know when or how he got the boxer off, but he now stands in all of his glory. One would think he was flexing his muscles, and he was. With how heavily Katakuri was breathing, you would have run your fingers up his tattoo if he didn't grab your legs first, taking them out of his leg jail, it was an awkward struggle to pull them over his thighs but he managed to not stretch it out for too long.

It felt so right, you against him fitting like puzzle pieces, your warm legs clinging onto his hips that are the perfect fit for your long legs.

It's your fantasy coming to life and so is his.

Katakuri pulls your hips near his pelvis to get you in a comfortable position. His fingers play with your now relaxed entrance. His other hand strokes his sex in front of you.

Shyness is thrown out of the window.

``I'll... Be slow.`` He always says that. But he can not help the roughness come into play the moment you get used to having him inside you.

You shiver as his head presses against your folds, hiss as it's slowly getting past the cold surface and into the warmth your insides bring. You hear him let out a grunt of his own. The shakiness of his hands on your hips calms the arch your back has been put into.

Katakuri pushes in with slow motions.

He tries to distract you will little strokes up and down your arched back.

You try to not tense up, you really do, but his fingers weren't enough for you to have been ready for his cock. It has that extra length and thickness his fingers weren't capable of having.

The sting leaves you panting and watery-eyed.

Katakuri looks down at you, completely stopping his actions when the walls around his girth close his pathway to bliss.

He lets you relax and adjust to his length. Looking at your face when you wipe your not-yet-spilled tears. Feeling the walls grip and loosen around him makes him close his eyes, ignoring the sparks of pleasure that are signaling him to just rut into you. He turns his face back to you, opening his eyes.

Katakuri doesn't ask you to relax, he knows you're already doing that and he knows you'll signal him to move onward, there is no need to remind you of what's obvious. So he stays quiet, humming and touching you elsewhere across your body, a gentleness he didn't know was capable of, coming forward and dripping honey over your pain, sugarcoating it with his lips that are kissing up your neck.

You put your hands over his shoulders, feeling the pain go away only for it to be replaced by numbness. calming down you nod your head against his scarred cheek.

``You can go on... Now.`` And he does. Slowly and surely with the help of the previous round. He bottoms out.

Your walls surround him, while his grunts surround your head. Both of you stay still for a moment, him going back to kissing your shoulder while you hug his neck, lost in ecstasy.

The world is summed down to only him and you, even if you are running your eyes on the walls of the room, you're still breathing in his leftover cotton cologne, lingering on his skin for just a bit longer.

He starts moving, god he starts moving.

Rocking into you slower than ever, stickiness in your crotch area goes unnoticed. The feeling of him moving and dragging the pleasure away only for him to slide back in, adding the rubbing against your clit with his shortened pubes is soul-shattering in a pleasing way, making your brain mush and your mouth full of unholy sounds.

Sweat dribbles down the side of his face still buried in your shoulder. He is not a man who leaves hickeys. Even though It's impossible since he can't exactly hurt you, although he enjoys leaving marks with anything else, they don't last long, only a couple of minutes before it's back to the way your skin was. But he likes having your signatures on his back especially since that's the only place covered by his jacket in the public.

Even now you leave tiny trails with your nails on his back, not strong enough to break the skin but just enough for them to look like a part of his tattoo gone wild. it just sums up more blood on the southern side of his body, getting him harder than he was before.

It's too much for you when he starts setting a fast pace, his hips meeting yours midway through your grinding, it's too much you tell yourself.

The way he is holding his wide torso with his elbows right beside your shoulders since you didn't let go of his neck since you grabbed it. You feel silly, sticking yourself onto him this way but he doesn't have any complaints. Even if it's too much how you cum yet again with shaky legs and slick dripping down your crack and onto your arched back. Too much of him rocking into you. The mattress below you squicking and rocking with his thrusts. Not only the mattress, but his thrusts also drag your entire body with him, meeting him halfway through his pulling. Too much moaning coming from your side, it's too good.

Too good to tell him to stop.

You can't tell when you came again, the shakiness is blending in with his hips crashing into yours, and you can't tell what is your natural body's doing and what is Katakuri making your body do.

Him finding the sweet spot was the last thing you wanted him to do. You wanted him to find it.

But judging from the electricity hitting you full force again and again and again, making you cry out in all kinds of movements to push him away, you can't be sure.

Katakuri takes advantage of your vulnerability and pulls you away from him so you could relax on the light pink pillow almost swallowing you whole. Allowing him to thrust at a slightly different angle, an angle that also relieves tension from your back.

He straightens himself, now standing on his knees as he looks down at where your bodies are connected, he lands his hands on your hips setting an almost inhuman pace you aren't able to keep up with.

Not with your body and not with your mind.

He pays no attention to your face, you've had enough of that before. Instead, he watches as his hands slam your hips to him, and your poor clit swollen and sad, lies helplessly. Taking him with no problems.

``A-ah little more..`` he moans out. You want to cry at how much he wants to drag this out.

You can tell by the way his hips stutter before calming down completely, going back to the slow pace he did at the beginning.

It's too much.

``Katah-kuri, please!-`` Your voice cuts off by a scream that left your mouth when he slammed his hips back into you unexpectedly.

You can hear him chuckle lightly at your trembling figure lying under him.

It's like he is teasing you and himself.

Tears drip down your face as he repeats it a few times more, before grinding his pelvis when fully entering you cleanly. Your abused cunt beats against the few pubes it has stuck in the wetness surrounding it.

He doesn't let your wobbly legs slide down his thighs, holding them harshly and not letting your bottom parts get away from him.

You can feel it before it comes. The way a vein in his dick starts pulsing and throbbing. Filling your insides to the brim.

You don't look down, instead, you pay attention to Katakuri's Addams apple bobbing up and down in his thick throat accompanied by sweat drops, the way his heavy jaw comes up and down, and the way his eyes are closed and tensed as are his eyebrows. How the other shoulder free of any tattoo (one which you were previously gnawing on) is red colored. It's shiny with spit, tears, and sweat.

It's as far as you get before your heart finally calms down, forcing your eyes to close and your body to pass out, exhaustion finally catching up to you. The last thing you see is a blurry figure of Katakuri looking down at you.

His worried voice calls out to you.

And here you thought you could endure a monster's sweet voice.

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junicult · 9 months

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What are your thoughts on the bachelors heights??? I've been thinking a lot about Harvey and how much of a gentle giant he is, and I know you'd have some thoughts as well haha

!! harvey headcanons w/ his height

contains ; fem!farmer. mostly fluff. suggestive. reader is implied to be short / average height. tw; me saying like 10,000 times. sorta size kink. established relationship.

note ; i was gonna do all of them but i got too carried away lol

- he’s like, 6’2, 6’3.

- and omfg…

- 😮‍💨

- one of the first things you noticed about him was his height.

- when you were popping into various shops to introduce yourself and see what the town had to offer,

- obviously you’re not gonna miss the man TOWERING over the counter just feet away.

- and when you got closer to properly say hello, you were nearly craning your neck.

- he’s smiling to be polite, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he leans down to show he’s not intimidating.

- i feel like one of his insecurities might be his height a little bit.

- just because he’s aware of how tall he is, and how much it makes him stand out.

- ik he hates the attention it brings to him when he’s out in public.

- i feel like he lowkey tries to hide it, too.

- like, trying to sit in a chair when he’s in a crowd of people, flatter fitting shoes, hunching a bit when he feels distracting.

- but other then that, i don’t really think he minds all that much.

- maybe he did when he was younger, and it was more noticeable—but at this time in his life; he has other things to dwell on.

- especially after you once admitted that you’re really attracted to that part of him, (i.e drunkenly telling him u wanted to climb him like a tree once.)

- he got a little ego boost that day😚

- even tho he’s made aware of this; he’s still utterly clueless about it.

- when you watch him duck his head a little to avoid a dip in the ceiling…lord.

- when he comes up behind you to help you reach something on the top shelf, absentmindedly placing his hand on your waist and pressing up behind you, before handing you the object and smiling innocently after the fact.

- like he had no idea what he just did.

- WHEN HE LEANS DOWN TO KISS YOU EVERY MORNING.

- even sometimes when he’ll cup his hand along your jaw so subtly, lifting your chin.

- and he STILL has NO IDEA what he’s doing.

- i just imagine like, you’re distracted looking at something outside, and he’s getting ready to leave for work but there’s no way he’s not about to kiss you goodbye like always.

- so he just cups his hand under your jaw to bring your attention back to him, planting a soft kiss, and turns to head out.

- you just look at him in awe, frozen in place, to which his face drops because now he thinks something’s wrong and he’s just like, “what? what happened😧?”

- there’s a lot of little things harvey does to remind you of your height difference.

- aside from the moments where it’s totally obvious.

- such as laying in bed together. he’s just engulfing you, feet hanging off the end if he straightens himself entirely.

- even when you stand up and he’s still laying down, and you can just see how small the bed actually is compared to him. (& after u get married u both have to go mattress shopping together 😭😭<33)

- which is also another reminder because when you sleep in his bed at home, you’re just a third of the entire mattress.

- that time when he was trying to move past you, so he placed his hands on your hips and lifted you a bit, only to then instantly remove his hands despite him being married to you for a year.

- when u try to take a bath with him😭😭

- it’s just not comfortable. it’ll never be comfortable.

- for some reason, i feel like him being oblivious to how attractive you find it, makes him more attractive.

- cus he’s not doing these things to get a rise out of you, he’s just merely existing. so for him to find out that he turns you on by just being himself…yeah. that does something to him.

- he’s so not the type to throw you around in the bedroom. he’s just not.

- & he never will be, too.

- but sometimes, when he gets into it, & he sees you underneath him…he gets it.

- how when he holds you, he’s literally holding all of you.

- only you have the capability to make him feel cocky.

- in general tho, i don’t think he thinks too sexually about it.

- although, after a while he does start to think of it as an advantage.

- when you’re passed out on the couch, or even outside, he doesn’t have to try very hard to scoop you up and carry you to bed.

- the times when you visit him at work, dropping off a cup of coffee, and all he has to do is lean over the counter to give you a chaste kiss.

- when it’s crowded while you’re brushing your teeth together in front of your tiny bathroom mirror, so he just stands behind you.

- and despite him being the sweetest, gentlest man ever,

- to the unbeknownst eye, him being so large is intimidating.

- if he were to take you out on a date in the city perhaps, where the crime rate is significantly higher, he can use his height as another excuse to keep you safe. despite you being the one that could actually do damage to a potential threat💀

- no one would want to approach a man towering over everyone else, and a woman w a fucking sword sticking out of her backpack😊

- if that were the case, he’d do anything for you.

- even when you’re in the comfort and safety of your little town, he’d still do anything for you. i don’t think there’s any surprise in that.

- he likes the fact that you’re at the perfect height to rest your forehead on his shoulder when you come up behind him.

- & vise versa, when he wants to rests his chin on your head.

- i think it’s safe to say that one of his favorite ways of showing affection is kissing you right on the top of your head.

- he really is a gentle giant 😭😭🩷

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ headcanons #i’m 5’3 so his height difference makes me giggle & twirl my hair a little #stardew valley bachelors #stardew valley x farmer #sdv bachelor hcs #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley x reader #sdv harvey #harvey sdv #harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #sdv harvey x farmer

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝑹 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔

𝑬𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 1: 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖'𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 :

This is the first ep of my new series, KEEPING UP WITH THE TR BOYS. Did I make it in an impulse again ? Yes.

Basically no episode would be attached to the other, they're like single separated stories, and the reader would probably be dating someone else in the next ep.

Have fun reading this, I wrote this to run away from my studies and have a little fun too !

Some days ago :

-" Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts, the plane is about to take off."

-" No, you don't get it. I need to get in- Oh fuck it "

-" Shit, my nose ! security!"

Most of the passengers frowned, watching the guy with blond and blue locks erupting in the plane, purple eyes traveling from one passenger to another until they found you.

Your words got caught in your throat as he shout your name, you glanced slightly at your father who already was rolling his eyes, and stood up.

-" Rin' ? What are you doing here?"

-" Look, I know... Oh shit " he took a deep breath, tired of running everywhere in the airport before passing a hand through his hair. " I know I said I'd be okay if you left for that university, but... I don't think I'm actually okay. "

You frowned and made a step toward him.

-" Rin, the plane is about-"

-" I don't care about the fucking plane ? Nor about the security I've just hit. I'm here cause... "

- " cause ? " You insisted, nearly twenty years of friendship and he still kept the words for himself in the worst moment. He bit his lower lip and said, fuck it.

-" Cause I only care about you. Remember that day I said you could date that highschool guy ? Well it was me who sent him to the hospital after he tried to kiss you-"

-" What the-"

-" Yeah I know that's fucked up that I always need to be at a hairsbreadth of losing you to actually get it. I know, I'm not the smartest of 'em, and I know your father hates me. But y'know ? I passed by that jeweler, and I said I wanted the best fucking ring for the best fucking girl, and he said I was probably in... love... ? And you know the worst ?" A scoff left his mouth, while your jaw nearly dropped seeing his hand reaching for a small box in his pocket.

-" The worst is, I'm scared he's probably right. "

•

Some days after :

-" I don't like this suit. " Rindou grumbled, adjusting the collar of his suit for the nthe time. " Feels like I'm wearing a giant condom. "

-" Well, that would mean you're a giant dick. " Kokonoi standing next to him answered. " Which is true."

-" Have. I correct you. I have a giant-"

-" can we like, be a little civilized? We're in god's house please. "

Both men threw a side eyed look at Kakucho standing in the middle of the aisle.

-" Man. You literally got your wedding officiant license online. "

-" yeah. On the laptop Ran uses to watch porn, chill bro. "

They ignored whatever thing Kakucho started mumbling and glanced in front of them, watching the guests sitting on the benches.

The front row places were mainly occupied by Mikey and Haruchiyo, both throwing death glares at everyone getting a little too near the buffet. Next to them sat Wakasa and Benkei, scowl on their faces.

-" it's a blasphemy for him , to marry people."

They turned toward the voice that just roared from the second row. Taiju was sitting there, arms crossed and gritted teeth.

-" I bet it's his first time entering a church. "

-" Who invited him ?" Manjiro deadpanned while chewing on one of the pastries that was supposed to be served after the ceremony, Haruchiyo shrugged.

-" Guess he just heard the word church, and poof, he was there. "

- " Aw, jus' like Waka' with the word pussy. " Benkei scoffed, earning a smirk from Haruchiyo.

-" Shut the fuck up. "

-" Why's he so bitter?" Haru gestured to Wakasa who just scolded.

-" more than usual, you mean ? Well I believe that's because he's thirty seven, attending the wedding of a boy nearly half his age. "

-" I'm not jealous " Wakasa frowned and turned toward his friend.

Well maybe was it just a little bit humiliating, maybe did he felt like the single old uncle in there, maybe did he even wondered slightly why did he never thought about getting married.

-" You said that, I didn't ".

-" Whatever. " He rolled his eyes. " Tsk, this wedding sucks, the groom sucks, and the bride... " His co-workers watched a smirk getting drawn on his features. " Might wanna know if she sucks- "

-" She's nineteen. "

-" Shit, yeah, this wedding sucks. "

-" Besides " they all turned to Mikey, surprised he even talked. " I don't see a ring on your finger either, Benkei. "

The latter winced slightly, while a smirk crept up on Wakasa's lips.

-" yeah, we might be getting old. "

-" You're getting old" Wakasa, again. " I'm aging like fine wine. "

-" Oh yeah, so you're telling me this hairstyle isn't screaming midlife crisis ?"

-" Funny you're talking about hair when you have none. "

-" Where are the other guests anyway ?" Benkei rolled his eyes eyeing the almost empty church, his friend shrugged.

-" There's none ? Nobody likes him, pathetic."

-" No, you know what actually ?" Sanzu leaned in to whisper toward them, earning their attention. " I heard the bride's father's not really into Haitani, nor into delinquents. Her family might not be attending. "

Their expressions turned from bored to suddenly more interested, yes yes, even Wakasa's.

-" So you're telling me, she's cutting off her family for that boy " Benkei pointed at Rindou, shuffling with his necktie.

-" I swear this youth... Seriously, all of this for Haitani ?" Wakasa pointed, just before Taiju who was sitting right behind them stood up to change his seat.

-" I didn't signed up for a seat behind the desperate housewives. "

-" Who invited him again ?"

Just as Mikey asked again, Shion bursted running in front of them, hair slightly messy and shirt disheveled.

-" What the hell-"

-" Okay guys, so hello " he goofily smiled. " Um, just wanted to ask, like it's totally a random question. But , haven't you seen like, by any chance, a velvet red box randomly laying down somewhere ? Again, it's totally random-"

-" I'm begging to any god up there " Wakasa threw his head back desperately. " Or to any flying train to take my fucking sool "

-" don't tell me, you actually lost the wedding rings ?" Benkei's voice dropped, making the blond wince.

-" Okay, I won't tell you I actually lost the wedding rings... "

One, two, three seconds of looking at each other dead in the eyes were enough for them to understand.

-" Oh shit... "

-" This shit's getting more and more interesting, I like " Haru smirked and Manjiro nodded.

-" Yeah, we need more pastries. Go ".

Almost at the back of the room, stood the groom's brother throwing a disdainful look at Mitsuya who had just arrived.

-" I don't remember inviting you. " He crossed his arms and honestly regretted he didn't thought about bringing his baton.

-" I came to see my work on the lovely bride." Mitsuya replied, completely unimpressed while deciding of which seat to take, he smirked when he caught sight of Taiju and decided to head there before he was interrupted by Ran.

-" the lovely bride who's a Haitani now, careful, fucker. And besides, I thought you didn't want to make the dress ?"

Takashi rolled his eyes and bored them into his forever opponent. -" I didn't do it two weeks ago when you threatened me to kidnap my sisters, I did it for her, because she deserves a dress as pretty as her. At least, with the groom the poor girl got herself. "

Though he whispered the last part, Ran heard it perfectly and balled his fists, ready to fight but soon, the first notes of the music started playing in the background, and he was forced to join his brother quickly.

And with every inches of you his eyes roam, Rindou understood why kings fought wars, what poets spent their lives trying to word out. In that mind-blowing white dress, where each curve and each edge of you was a work of art, then his eyes met yours, halfway holding your brother's arm as he walked you down the aisle, and it was the first time he'd ever felt such a painful heat in his chest.

He found your eyes, and yes he found it. The beat that been missing on the songs he used to mix, the beat that been missing everytime his heart jumps... He found it in the shy smile you gave, the feelings he had for his best friend, that he's been burying for years. And like an angel, you walked to him, crept up inside the deepest corners of his heart like you owned the place.

Yes, Rindou Haitani, the delinquent, the Roppongi ruler, was left speechless.

-" She's a ten, better keep her before she figures out who's the prettiest brother is " Ran whispered in his ear, bringing him out of his trance-like state, Rindou rolled his eyes with a slight smirk on his face, then quickly focused back when your brother let you go to let you stand in front of him.

-" Hi you " his deep voice whispered under the dying music, and you could've got lost in the way his eyes were drinking on you. " Y'look like a damn dream ".

-" And I like this suit on you " you replied back, before Kakucho started his speech.

Being there, in front of Tokyo's biggest delinquents getting married to Haitani Rindou with just your brother and your bridesmaids as guests wasn't the way you exactly imagined your wedding day.

But, you would've never imagined Rindou would actually confess with a wedding ring, begging you to not leave the country for the university your father wanted you to attend.

It was not extravagant, nor a perfect fairytale with white doves and horses.

It was real, true, like the love both of you shared. Rindou loved you in shades of wrong, he loved you in hidden stares and thoughtful nights. Loved you in knuckles getting bloody for you, in songs being secretly written for you that only the fireplace would ever read.

It was young, just as all the guests. Just as the first time you met him.

It was fast, unlike the way Rindou confessed his love after years of being your " best friend ".

But isn't it where you find raw, real love ? At airports, at hospitals, cemeteries, and half empty churches ?

Through the whole speech of Kakucho, Rindou's eyes never left yours. A knot forming in his throat, why did his heart felt suddenly so full realizing you were there, all in white for him ? He acknowledged he didn't deserved this, or you. But in that small church, next to his forever ride or die, Ran, in front of his partners in crime, he was yearning to none but to hold you, like an oath, like a promise.

It was his turn to utter his vows now, he already knew he wouldn't be as good with words as you had been with your vows, making him feel like fucking you there in front of everyone. He took a deep breath and glanced at his brother quickly for some comfort before looking back at you.

-" I know I'm supposed to say I promise to honor you, and to obey you. But we both know I won't, you perfectly know I won't hesitate to fuck the insolence outta you whenever you start acting like a brat. "

- " Honestly I could've made it 'til the end of my life without this info" Wakasa interrupted before being shushed by Kakucho.

-" and I know I always say you got a stupid face, but that's the actual stupid face keepin' a fucker like me up at night, thinking about ways to make you smile again. "

Your heart missed a beat, watching your best friend struggling with his words, tugging at his hair, biting his lips, but his eyes on yours have never been this true...

-" I testify " Ran smirked as he leaned a little against you. " He's so pussy whipped that he's not even throwing parties anymore."

-" Would you stop interrupting?"

-" none of them would've dared if I was the wedding officiant. " Taiju, crossed arms grunt, and Sanzu quickly arched an eyebrow.

-" I'd like to see you stop us, bitch ?"

The Shiba stood up, angry eyes focused on the pink haired man but your quiet voice reached his ears, and with a crooked eyebrow you warned.

-" I swear to God if in the next second you're not sat down and stop ruining my wedding... "

And he was sat...

-" That was hot. " Wakasa whispered to Benkei.

-" She's still nineteen though. "

-" But she's kinda hot though " Mikey repeated, everlasting bored look on his face, before Rindou glared at them and resumed.

-" Anyway. I'm prolly still a teenage dirtbag, making my life outta gangs. And you're... Fucking gorgeous, and so much smarter, and I know I don't deserve you. But... I also know I'm too damn selfish to let go of the only bitch who's got me talking about love in front of the shittiest Tokyo's men".

A bunch of " woo " could be heard from the small crowd, but all your attention, and heartbeats were stolen by the sincere words of your soon to be husband.

-" Baby. lemme shout on every rooftop that you're a Haitani. Give me your hot nights, lazy mornings and busy afternoons to show you how fucking proud I am to call you mine."

Yes, it was messy, and most definitely the less poetic vows ever uttered. But Rindou Haitani loved in shades of wrong, he loved in rock beats not in proses, loved in curses and desperate love confessions.

And you wouldn't change a thing.

Nothing could've stopped you from throwing yourself in his arms, eyes tingling with tears. Not even Taiju who stood up and started shouting.

-" You are not married yet. Don't touch her, it's sin ! God sees everything!"

-" Who invited him again?"

-" I'm back ! Holy fuck " That was Shion, bursting in the room again, even more messed up and nearly tripping on the rug on his way to Ran. "And I got the rings ! Guess what, Benkei bitch ? " He turned slightly toward Arashi. " I didn't lost them. You are the one who lost. Yeah, lost your mind, old man. "

-" Why is the box wet ?" Ran raised an eyebrow, taking it from his hands and Shion rolled his eyes.

-" why's this, why's that, life is not always about knowing , you know that Haitani ?"

Ran stared blankly at him for what seemed like seconds, before he shook his head and dismissed him, handing the small velvet box to his brother.

-" Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace. "

Silence took over the whole room, Kakucho's lips curled in a smile, ready to announce both of you married.

But the door flew open and the loud thud startled all of you to look toward the man bursting in.

-" It's me !"

-" Oh shit... "

-" See ? I told you this wedding's gonna be fun ".

-" Hold the rings a sec, bro. Gonna rip his fucking throat " Rindou began rolling up his sleeves, ready to beat Hanma to death before the latter tilted his head to the side curiously.

-" why's everyone looking at me ? Got something on my face ?"

-" Other than your usual ugliness, you mean ? Oh nothing more than objecting at the fucking wedding !" Mitsuya talked for the first time, rolling his eyes.

Shuji seemed to process the words in his head for some seconds, before he suddenly burst out in an uncontrollable laughter that got everyone even more mad.

-" Don't fucking hold me ! Lemme get him !" Rindou struggled in Kakucho's arms, before Hanma finally stopped, or not, laughing and grinned at him.

-" Man, I don't plan on stealing ya girl " his eyes drifted toward you before his grin fell, and he seemed to think for some seconds. " Or maybe I am ? Yeah, someday... But that's a problem for another day. I just attended the wrong party, dude. "

As confusion rose between the small crowd at how he could have possibly attended the wrong party , he found himself a seat next to his co-workers and Manjiro raised an eyebrow at him seeing what he got in his hands.

-" From where did you got the cake ?"

Hanma grinned before answering.

-" Oh, this ? I actually attended a birthday party, believe it or not the kids there gave me all their cakes. And they, strangely called me... Slenderman? Yeah kids are nice ".

- " the most surprising thing is that you, Hanma Shuji, were actually able to cross the church's threshold. "

-" Dude that's not funny. Besides, yeah I was surprised too? "

-" So ! What I was saying before getting interrupted - for the millionth time- was that..."

Kakucho smirked slightly, uttering your name and making your heart beat faster.

-" ... And Rindou Haitani, I now announce you... Husband and wife, you may-"

-" fucking finally " Rindou grunt, pulling you by the wrist and in a split second, you're caught in the whirlwind of Rindou Haitani's lips moving against yours, cheers and dirty words of his friends getting muffled by his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

-" Okay, enough guys... Keep some for tonight, we don't have to see it all... "

-" Well I wouldn't mind... "

-" So Ran " Mochi's hand teasingly wrapped around Ran's shoulder. " How's it feels knowing your brother will turn to a man tonight ?"

-" I'd be a fool to think my brother is a virgin " he rolled his eyes, his words catching a certain Taiju's attention. " Walls are pretty thin where we live and the bride's kinda vocal".

-" Lord, have mercy on this corrupted youth... "

And as everyone started gathering around the buffet, yes, yes Mikey was in the front raw, Koko who was proudly holding his perfectly wrapped up present frowned, searching in the room for something.

-" Ran, where's Rin? Where's the bride... ?"

Somewhere, in the darkest, holiest corner of a church, between the sacred walls a worshipper was on his knees for his goddess, drawing angelic sounds from her mouth whilst his hands caressed every inch of that body he adored so.

-" Moan my name, love. That's my wife " his tongue rolled against your throbbing clit, making you abruptly shut your mouth with your hand. " Bet you've never been fucked in a church... Aw how could I forgot ? No one's even been inside this lil pretty pussy but me... "

-" What... Fuck " a breathed chuckle left your mouth. " What would that Taiju even think if he saw this ?"

-" shit " he laughed too, deep sound echoing through the small room and making your heart race faster. " What a dirty girl I've got myself... Want me to send him a pic of me fucking my best girl dumb on my cock ? Yeah ? Have him droolin' about what he'll never have ?"

And they lived happily ever after...

Tales of Lina 🖤

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the-new-ribbon · 1 month

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I've Been Loving You For Quite Some Time (and it's about time we do something about it)

synopsis: Gwyn Berdara and Azriel Night have been friends since their senior year of college. Years later they find themselves both working at Moonlight University. They've strictly stuck to being friends, but when they travel to Nesta and Cassian’s elopement, the last thing they ever expected was to wind up drunk and standing at the altar of a drive-thru wedding chapel.

word count: 1664

read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54767785

or below the cut.

Gwyn

The smell of luggage and coffee filled the Velaris airport. The chiming of the arrival and departure boards were white noise for Gwyn as she sat at Gate 30 with her nose in the latest Sellyn Drake novel. She knows she should be grading the essays for her Romantic Literature class, but she’s on vacation for the weekend and her best friend is getting married. The grades can wait.

Plus there’s Azriel sitting next to her and she knows she won’t be able to get any grading done with him there. His black button up shirt hugs his arms perfectly, the swirls of ink drawn on his arms and chest, even slightly on his neck drive her crazy. Especially when the whole ensemble is paired with those glasses. Round silver frames, rounder than glasses lots of other people in Velaris have. And they’re a thousand times sexier.

Flight 1456 with service to Adriata will be boarding in ten minutes. Again, Flight 1456 with service to Adriata will be boarding in ten minutes.

With that announcement, Gwyn tucks her bookmark (a white ribbon) into the spine of her book, luckily she just finished a chapter so it was the perfect stopping point. Though it wasn’t exactly like she was comprehending what she was reading, the thoughts of Azriel flooded her brain like a hurricane in the Summer Court side of Prythian.

“Az,” she whispers to the handsome man, one of her best friends, the best man in Nesta and Cassian’s wedding, and her crush. “You’re saving me a seat right?”

Unfortunately, Gwyn was in the middle of teaching about Pride and Prejudice and didn’t check into her flight soon enough and got stuck in the C boarding class while Az was in the A boarding class. And there’s a chance they won’t be sitting next to each other, even if Az tried to save her a seat.

Azriel looks up, “Actually, I upgraded both our tickets to first class.” he tells her, a small smile forming on his lips. “I thought it would be nice if we could sit together. Plus they have really good snacks.”

The flight was only a few hours but to see Azriel put in work to make sure she would be comfortable, it meant more to her than he would ever know. Warmth spreads across Gwyn’s face and she notices it on Azriel’s face too. Gwyn knows they’re just friends, but she also knows she has a giant crush on Az too. Could Az have a crush on her too?

No, no, why would he have a crush on her? There’s no reason or evidence that he would feel that way, at

“You didn’t have to do that, Az. I would have been okay sitting by myself.”

“Okay, that’s the key word, Berdara. You wouldn’t have been okay. Not only would you have gotten a middle seat, there would have been strange men on either side of you. Now, you get your own seat, fancy coffee, and a nice view.” of me, was something he chose not to say but Gwyn knew he was thinking it, she saw the glimmer in his eyes. It was always there when he said something that could be perceived as flirty. She also pretends not to notice the butterflies taking flight in her stomach.

He takes a moment to push the glasses up his nose. The rings on his fingers glisten in the sunshine peeking through the floor to ceiling windows. She notices his throat bob as he swallows and he clears his throat when he turns to face her.

Did he catch her staring? But there’s no time to think about it because another chime rings through the gate drawing everyone’s attention.

Any first class passengers flying to Adriata, please line up at the desk, you’ll be boarding in just a moment.

“Alright, ready Berdara?”

Azriel’s scarred hand slides across Gwyn’s back, goosebumps and sparks shoot across her body. “Yeah, yeah.”

The weight of her teal bag weighs her shoulder down, a slight pain shooting down her arm. Azriel must have been able to tell because his ring covered fingers attached to those tattooed hands Gwyn stares at too much (though she’d never admit it outloud) reach out and grab the bag off her shoulder.

“Az, I can carry my bag.” Gwyn says, reaching to grab her bag away from him. “You already have yours, you don’t need to carry mine.”

“Gwyneth, let me be a gentleman and carry your bag. I know you have at least five books in there, plus all your clothes and toiletries.” there really wasn’t a reason to pack a huge suitcase for a two day trip, Gwyn thought, but now there’s a small tinge of regret bubbling in her chest.

Sparks fly in her chest at him saying her full name. She often hates when people call her Gwyneth, but there’s something about Azriel saying her name that makes butterflies take flight in her stomach and turns her knees wobbly. He also knows her way too well. She did in fact have five books in her bag. Though there was no way she would be able to read them all over the weekend, she liked that there was a variety in case she didn’t know what mood she’d be in – therefore affecting the genre or tropes she’ll want to read.

“Azriel,” she says, mimicking the tone Az used just moments ago. “If I give you this, can I buy you a drink when we get to Adriata?”

There’s a spark in Azriel’s eye as he looks down at her, she crosses her arms over her chest, not backing down. She may not know it yet, but Azriel Singer would do anything for Gwyneth Berdara.

“Deal.” He holds out his right hand, waiting for her hand to grab his. A challenging look spreads across his face.

Gwyn’s hand slides into Az’s, and they try to ignore the glowing string they both feel, unaware the other feels it too.

She slides the bag off her shoulder, handing it over to him. The swirls of black ink poke out from the cuffs of his shirt.

“Thank you,” she tells him.

“Next!” the gate director says through the overhead speaker. Gwyn jumps and Az softly laughs as he places a hand on her lower back, and she leans in closer to him.

It’s romantic. Two friends in such close proximity, bodies brushing against one another and the warmth of Azriel’s hand on Gwyneth’s back. She wonders what the people around them are thinking.

There’s a higher chance they’re minding their own business, the stress of a flight taking over their thoughts, and not the actions of two strangers in an airport on a Friday afternoon. But as Gwyn looks around as Azriel scans their tickets, she sees a few people looking at them.

Could it really be possible that they look like a couple to the outside world? Not just the imaginary life that constantly plays in Gwyn’s head.

The first class cabin has light blue, almost teal, lights illuminating the floor from under the seats which are separated by a small wall. Not like she would say it out loud or make any expression, but a small bit of disappointment hit her. What if she wanted to hold Az’s hand? There isn’t that option anymore.

At least the flight was only a few hours.

*~~~*

Azriel

Azriel tapped a small beat on the table in front of him. He could have been grading assignments for his computer science and security courses but like Gwyn, he’s now on vacation and could torture his students a little while longer by making them wait for their grades. He was not nearly as fun as Professor Gwyneth Berdara. Or as beautiful, or as smart.

Looking over the barrier, Azriel caught a glimpse of Gwyn with her nose stuck in the bodice ripper of a novel, the latest of award-winning Sellyn Drake.

The smile on her face is small enough that others around her might not notice but he does. He notices the way her cheek bones are slightly raised and notices the light pink on her cheeks.

What are you reading, Gwyneth?

He thought about taking the book from her and reading it. He knows plenty of things about Gwyn but taking this book would give him insight on what she likes, ways to help him show her he has feelings for her. This could be what is needed to get her to fall in love with me, Az thinks.

“Hey Gwyn,” he whispers once.

No response.

“Gwyn,” he says again.

Once again, no response.

“Gwyneth.”

“Azriel, if you don’t stop saying my name, I’m going to hit you with this book.” Gwyn’s eyes don’t leave the pages of her book.

“Can I have one of your books to read, please?”

That gets Gwyn’s attention. The book closes, nothing marking the page or spot where she stopped reading. “You want to read one of my books? I didn’t think a broody, mysterious man like yourself would be interested in romance books.’’

“Today I am looking to broaden my horizons when it comes to reading. And you are one of my very best friends so I know I can trust you.”

Azriel trusts her with more than just books. He trusts her with everything, and one day he hopes that she’ll accept his heart because she’s the only one he trusts enough to give it to.

“Sure.” She reaches down to her bag and grabs one of her books. Their fingers brush as he grabs the book and he feels his stomach drop. “I’ve read this one before so there’s some annotations and post-its in it in case I ever want to go back and reread some of my favorite scenes. Feel free to ignore them.”

Her favorite scenes are highlighted. This is perfect.

Operation: It’s Time We Do Something About Our Love begins now.

#gwynriel #gwynriel fanfiction #gwynriel fanfic #gwynriel supremacy #pro gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #acotar modern au #acotar #au gwynriel #acotar fanfiction #i've been loving you for quite some time #it's here!!!!

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@gyubby99

The Prophecy Of Imortal Fire 3

"You what?!" Elias practically yelled. "He Stabbed me!" "Yeah like 10 years ago! Give or take! Why would he lie now?! Listen, I've met his father. Not a nice guy, and not easy to beat in a fight. Even if Alistar was doing this for his father, he wouldn't have any chance against him in combat!" Ella argued. "Ella... he almost killed you! He kidnapped children, and your father.... he killed me for a hot second! He called you names, gave you trauma, hurt you! Broke you! How can you trust that?" Elias asked. "I don't! I don't trust him as far as I can throw him, but right now we don't have a choice!" Ella answered. Eli looked over at Alistar, glaring before his eyes softened. He sighed. "Fine. He can't wield a sword with a broken arm anyways," he muttered. "Youd.. be surprised...." Alistar replied, earning some looks from the group. "Oh.. god, no! I learned my lesson! Besides i-...." alistar trailed off as he glanced at Ella and Eli's kids in the other room. "I wouldn't take a parent from their kids," he muttered. "No, but you'd take a kid from her parents," Loreley spat. "... I'm sorry," Alistar spoke. Eli scoffed. "Dont say it to us," he muttered, glancing at Ella. Alistar looked down, embarrassed. Eli rolled his eyes. "Coward," he muttered before walking out of the building. Everyone followed. Except for Ella. Ella hesitated. "We were friends you know...." she stated. ".. I know," Alistar replied. "What in the world happened to you after we stopped contacting one another that day?" Ella asked. "Too much to fit into one conversation....." He whispered before looking at her. "I'm sorry. What I did was selfish, and wrong, and shitty. You didn't deserve that.... and fucking hell you are NOT fat. You never have been. And if I could go back in time, calling you that would be the first thing I changed," Alistar ranted. Ella kept a distance between the two. "I did what I did because I was in love with you....but my father taught me that love was weak.... and seeing you choose someone over me... broke me... and it reinstated the fact that love was weakness.... so I thought I could marry you by force..... but i..... I shouldn't have thought that," Alistar stated, tears brimming his eyes again. "Alistar.. I wasn't in love with you. You were my friend.... how could you have possibly thought that doing what you did would change that?" Ella asked, crossing her arms. "I don't know," his voice cracked. "I don't know what I was thinking.... I just made choices and i...... God I regret every single one," Alistar muttered. "I'm not gonna ask for your forgiveness.. cause I realize its too late.... but please.... don't let my mistakes create a leeway for my father to come in and Destroy the life You've built," Alistar stated. Ella stood there for a few moments before walking closer to him and hugging him. "I can't forgive what youve done.... not yet at least..... but.... I believe in the fact that you're telling the truth," Ella sighed. Alistar let out a breath. "Thank you...... I'm so so sorry.... I-I didnt..... I shouldn't've..... I'm sorry," he all but whispered as he tried not to cry.

........ The group as a whole stood in the dining area, a giant map on the table. "So if we can destroy his forces from the inside, we can possibly win... but how are we gonna get in?" Loreley asked. "Theres a passageway through the dungeons. I found it when I was 10 when he locked me in my cell after breaking a vase. I made it myself from a small hole in the wall," Alistar replied, pointing the area out to the group. Mia glanced at him. "How many times did he put you down there for you to make an entire crawlspace?" She asked. Alistar raised an eyebrow as he calculated. "Uh.... maybe 5 times a week. 2 if I stayed out of trouble," He answered. The group looked at him. ".. what?" He asked. "Okay, so we'll go through there. Do you have armor?" Ella asked, turning to alistar. "No. Just this," he stated as he gestured to his shirt and pants. "Hm okay. Elias will fir you for some armor later," Ella stated. "What so he can stab me with it?" Eli asked. "Elias," Ella scolded. Eli sighed. "Fine. We'll do it now so I can get it over with. Cmon," Alistar gulped as he followed Eli outside.

"Lose the shirt," Eli stated as he picked up some already made armor. "P-pardon?" Alistar asked. "The armor won't fit right if your measurements aren't correct and your shirt is too baggy," Elias stated, an unamused look on his face. "O-okay but can't we just-" "Oh my god do you want me to help or not?" Eli asked, clearly frustrated. Alistar sighed. Eli rolled his eyes, turning to grab a measuring stick. His eyes widened at the sight of all the scared on Alistar's back and chest, blending into smaller ones on his arms. "Woah.... what... happened?" Eli asked, almost forgetting what alistar did. Almost. Alistar sighed as he hung his shirt over a chair in the hut. "After my mom died, my dad thought waking me up by having people whip me was a wonderful idea... and when he and I dueled, he would stab me," Alistar replied. Elias' eyebrows furrowed. "You're really messed up, aren't you?" Eli asked. Alistar chuckled. "Yeah... I am...." Eli gave a small genuine smile before walking to work on Alistar's armor.

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please infodump about jatcch i beg i beg i beg 🙏🙏

👀 omg, omg ok SO i'm sorry in advance for my ravings because they are not going to make any sense,,

most people know about the jatcch movie ending, which is my favorite interpretation, but there's also the 2007 novel that the movie is based on and a lot of fans don't know about the 2005 dionysos album "monsters in love."

spoiler warning for the book below the cut because i be rambling-

basically, in the book jack doesn't die after kissing miss acacia. in fact, it's confirmed that there was actually nothing necessarily wrong with his heart and the three rules were just nonsense madeleine came up with to keep him dependent on her,,, which is... Not Great obviously. if i recall correctly, it's been a while since i've read it, he gets into this argument with miss acacia over joe and jack, like a total dumbass (with all due respect), starts ripping his heart out of his chest. this sends him into a coma for about three years. when he wakes up, he learns a few things:

a) méliès wrote a book about him and his heart (not important to this post per say, but that is where he learns he never needed a cuckoo clock heart in the first place, so yikes amiright?)

b) he looks different

c) everyone thinks he's dead and miss acacia is married to joe now

so, like, he's shit out if luck, but he tries to reacquaint himself with miss acacia anyway, who goes on about how she's unhappily married and how she's actually in love with this dude who died three years ago. jack's like, "omg girlie, that's me" and he gives her his old cuckoo clock heart.

instead of being happy that he's alive, miss acacia is PISSED. she's like, "dude, i thought you were dead, i'm in a loveless marriage, and i put flowers on your grave every day for the past few days. fuck you actually." she leaves and never speaks to him again, so jack returns to edinburgh as a phantom of his former self. really great stuff.

anyway, if monsters in love is canon to the jatcch storyline, it takes place directly after the end of the novel and technically makes the novel a prequel considering the album came first. anyway, i don't know exactly how much time has passed between the end of the book and the first song in the tracklist "giant jack" (banger song btw), but my guy's been through some things. he's godzilla-sized now and he's terrorizing scotland because,,,

reasons.

also, the song tes lacets sont des fées has a music video featuring jack, acacia, and what i assume is the "broken bird" (another song from the tracklist). it's weird as hell, but it does allude to the fact that maybe miss acacia returned to edinburgh at one point to perform and encountered jack, who is not doing it great let's be real. and she does not care about him tbh, which,, given whatever is going on in the music video, is valid.

we're not gonna ask questions, it's dionysos we're talking about. like i could rant all about my headcanons on what all the other songs mean and the fact that joe is probably mister chat, but this post is already long enough 😭

#jatcch #iris rambles #ask box #jack et la mecanique du coeur #jack and the cuckoo clock heart #the boy with the cuckoo clock heart #dionysos #monsters in love #miss acacia #text post

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I need to sleep better so bad but I can't fix it I need to slam my head against a wall -Danny Words: 2,979 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

XXII: They Had Us in The First Half, Not Gonna Lie

They walk into the courtyard where there are two massive figures inside an empty reflecting pool. Inside one of the spires, Ara sees Porphyrion, and in the other, they see Hera.

Leo's the first to jump. "Hola, Tía. Little bit of trouble?"

"Don't inspect me like I'm one of your machines, Leo Valdez. Get me out of here!"

Ara's the second to jump in. "Lady Hera, I'm honored. Where's my brother?"

The goddess studies her bandages. "What's the matter, child, you can't hold a third of our fronts without help?"

"We tried everything we could think of, guys," Thalia joins them. "But maybe my heart wasn't in it. If it was up to me, I'd just leave her in there."

"Ohh, Thalia Grace! When I get out of here, you'll be sorry you were ever born."

"Save it! You've been nothing but a curse to every child of Zeus for ages. You sent a bunch of intestinally challenged cows after my friend Annabeth—"

"She was disrespectful!"

"You dropped a statue on my legs."

"It was an accident!"

"And you took my brother! Here—on this spot. You ruined our lives. We should leave you to Gaea!"

"What if you set the cage on fire, Leo? That ought to work way one or another," Ara suggests since the poles that assemble the goddess's cage are made of branches.

"Hey," Jason moves closer. "Girls, this isn't the time to yell at Hera. Thalia, you should help your Hunters."

"Fine," she throws one last murderous glare at Hera before standing. "For you, Jason. But if you ask me, she isn't worth it."

When she goes away, Leo looks between Ara and Hera with a raised eyebrow. "Intestinally challenged cows?"

"Focus on the cage, Leo," Hera scowls. "And Jason—you are wiser than your sister. I chose my champion well."

"I'm not your champion, lady. I'm only helping you because you stole my memories and you're better than the alternative. Speaking of which, what's going on with that?"

"That, Jason," Hera says grimly, "is the king of the giants being reborn."

"Gross," Piper mutters.

"Indeed. Porphyrion, the strongest of his kind. Gaea needed a great deal of power to raise him again—my power. For weeks I've grown weaker as my essence was used to grow him a new form."

"So you're like a heat lamp," Leo muses. "Or fertilizer."

"Joke all you wish," Hera hisses. "But at sundown, it will be too late. The giant will awake. He will offer me a choice: marry him, or be consumed by the earth. And I cannot marry him. We will all be destroyed. And as we die, Gaea will awaken."

"Fun!" Ara leans closer. "So is there any way you can help me heal faster?"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Hera huffs.

"And can't we blow it up or something?" Leo points at the giant over his shoulder.

"Without me, you do not have the power," Hera responds. "You might as well try to destroy a mountain."

"Done that once today," Jason shrugs.

"Show off," Ara takes off her cloak and unwraps her bandages.

"Just hurry up and let me out!"

Jason sighs. "Leo, can you do it?"

"I don't know. Besides, if she's a goddess, why hasn't she busted herself out?"

Hera might not be strong enough to release herself but she's got enough energy to scold them. "Use your brain, Leo Valdez. I picked you because you're intelligent. Once trapped, a god's power is useless. Your own father trapped me once in a golden chair. It was humiliating! I had to beg—beg him for my freedom and apologize for throwing him off Olympus."

"Sounds fair."

"I've watched you since you were a child, son of Hephaestus, because I knew you could aid me at this moment. If anyone can find a way to destroy this abomination, it is you."

"But it's not a machine! It's like Gaea thrust her hand out of the ground and... Hold on. I do have an idea. Piper, I'm going to need your help. And we're going to need time."

"Leave that to me," Ara winks at him and releases her arm, then gets closer to the cage. "Alright, Lady, can you please reboot my arm to its factory settings?"

Hera barely manages to step half an inch closer when the enemy storms into the room. Venti horses, Lycan's wolves, and the Earthborn are all ready to rip them apart limb by limb. A wolf drops a frozen girl at the edge of the pool.

"Thalia!" Jason gasps.

As soon as the statue touches the ground, everything around it freezes as well, so Leo and Piper have to hold Jason back. "Who did this?" He asks in outrage. "I'll kill you myself!"

A girl laughs at the very back of the group. "Bon soir, mes amis. Alas, son of Hephaestus, you say you need time? I'm afraid time is one tool you do not have."

"Oh great, it's the nepobaby..." Ara mutters.

"What've you done?" Jason demands.

"Oh, so many things! Your sister's not dead, if that's what you mean. She and her Hunters will make fine toys for our wolves. I thought we'd defrost them one at a time and hunt them down for amusement. Let them be the prey for once." The creatures growl.

"Yes, my dears... Your sister almost killed their king, you know. Lycaon's off in a cave somewhere, no doubt licking his wounds, but his minions have joined us to take revenge for their master. And soon Porphyrion will arise, and we shall rule the world."

"Traitor!" Hera hisses. "You meddlesome, D-list goddess! You aren't worthy to pour my wine, much less rule the world."

"Tiresome as ever, Queen Hera. I've been wanting to shut you up for millennia," With a flick of Khione's wrist, the cage gets covered in ice.

"No!" Ara pokes the ice trying to break through, but it's too thick.

"That's better. Now, demigods, about your death—"

"You're the one who tricked Hera into coming here," Jason interrupts her. "You gave Zeus the idea of closing Olympus."

Ara tries to break through the frost, but the spaces between the branches are thin and the ice is pure white, which means is dense. "Leo, give me a hammer," she urges him.

He rummages inside his tool belt and hands her a chisel. "That'll work better."

Piper and Leo close in front of her so Khione can't see what she's doing, it's the one time Ara's thankful to be short. As she works, the girl listens to the conversation happening in front of her.

"...The ancient places, that's what Enceladus meant about destroy the roots of the gods. He meant Greece."

As if that's not the craziest statement she's heard this week, Khione adds one of her own.

"You could join me, son of Hephaestus. I know you find me beautiful. It would be enough for my plan if these other three were to die. Reject that ridiculous destiny the Fates have given you. Live and be my champion, instead. Your skills would be quite useful."

Leo bursts out laughing. "Yeah, join you... Right. Until you get bored of me and turn me into a Leosicle? Lady, nobody messes with my dragon and gets away with it. I can't believe I thought you were hot."

"Hot?" The young goddess asks shakily. "You dare insult me? I am cold, Leo Valdez. Very, very cold."

She tries to attack but Leo's a second ahead. He creates a wall of fire between them. "See, lady, that's what happens to snow in Texas. It—freaking—melts."

Ara strikes the ice as hard as she can and creates a gap. Hera peers through it. "Get closer, child!"

The girl presses her back against the cage, ripping the remains of her sleeve so Hera can touch her skin. A sharp pain spreads across her back and down her left arm. "It's healing!" She whispers in a strangled voice. "This sucks!"

"Stay still!" Hera orders.

"Enough of this!" Khione's annoyed, but not scared. "Hera is failing. Porphyrion is rising. Kill the demigods. Let them be our king's first meal!"

Ara's arm doesn't stop hurting, but now it's tolerable, like a pulled muscle. The Lichtenberg formations remain on her skin, Hera's not strong enough to heal her fully. "Thanks!"

The girl picks up her cloak and puts it on, draws her sword out, and charges into battle. Even if it wasn't all of her power, Hera's healing restores Artemis' blessing and Ara in a way no amount of nectar and ambrosia could've achieved.

Jason has tamed a venti horse and is riding through the crowd of monsters. Piper's battling the Earthborn, but they don't put much of a fight, too distracted by how pretty she looks while killing them. Leo's fighting Khione, but if anyone can hold their own against her, that's him.

Ara charges against the nearly impossible-to-kill wolves. "Hey, Ken!" She calls after Jason. "Hand me a few of those arrows your venti has in its mane!"

Jason picks out three and passes them to her. "But you don't have a—"

"I do!" Ara replies. She's starting to understand the way her compass works.

While Jason beats the wolves with a piece of wood, Ara presses on the alpha of her sword twice. She's now holding a bronze and gold bow, and she uses it to the best of her abilities, more arrows fall from the vanishing venti and she picks them on the go.

Jason and her are a whirlwind of purple and orange, and in no time, their enemies are all slaughtered with the exception of Khione. Ara grabs two arrows and points them at the goddess, normally, she would consider herself lucky to know which end is the pointy one, but Artemis is really coming through with the blessing.

"You're too late," the goddess snarls. "He's awake! And don't think you've won anything here, demigods. Hera's plan will never work. You'll be at each other's throats before you can ever stop us."

Leo throws flaming hammers at the goddess at the same time Ara shoots, Khione turns to snow before their eyes and Leo clicks his tongue like she's an annoying fly he missed. "Is that Almighty?" He points at her bow.

Ara turns back into a sword. "Had this thing for a whole year, and I just discovered it can do that. Can you believe it?"

Piper approaches Jason and smiles. "Nice horse." The creature stands on its hind legs. Ara steps away from it, not wanting to get hit by lightning a second time.

"Oh, don't mind me!" Hera shatters the ice around her cage. "Just the queen of the heavens, dying over here!"

Ara's no longer glowing, but she's still in good shape, so she smiles. "We're on it, Lady, don't get cranky."

"Uh, Tía Callida, are you getting shorter?" Leo jumps back to the pool and examines the inside of the cage.

"No, you dolt! The earth is claiming me. Hurry! The giant wakes!" Hera urges them. "You only have seconds!"

"On it. Piper, I need your help. Talk to the cage."

"What?"

"Talk to it. Use everything you've got. Convince Gaea to sleep. Lull her into a daze. Just slow her down, try to get the tendrils to loosen while I—"

"Right! Hey, Gaea. Nice night, huh? Boy, I'm tired. How about you? Ready for some sleep?"

While they get to work, Ara approaches the giant and crouches, poking his shoulder with the tip of her sword.

"Don't taunt him!" Hera scolds her.

"I was just checking—!" Porphyrion busts out of his enclosure, crawling out at an alarming speed. Ara chokes out the rest of her words. "H-He's awake..."

"Get away from him!" Jason shouts.

Ara stumbles back with her sword up, but she doesn't know where to point, he's covered in armor.

"Alive! Praise to Gaea!" His eyes are milky white, but Ara's certain he can see everything.

"You'll be dead soon, thank the gods!" Ara taunts him.

The giant looks at her. "Bold! And who are you?"

Ara opens her mouth to claim "I'm the daughter of Olympus!", but the only thing that comes out is: "Uhhh..."

"Giant!" Jason stands next to her.

"Excellent, there are two of you!" Porphyrion exclaims. "What an appetizer! Who are you—Hermes? Ares?"

"I'm Jason Grace," the boy announces. "Son of Jupiter. This is Ara Jackson, the child of Olympus."

Porphyrion cackles. "Outstanding!" He looks up. "So, Zeus, you sacrifice your son and an infant godling to me? The gesture is appreciated, but it will not save you."

Ara and Jason share a look, there's only so much they can do, and the more anxious she gets, the more her left shoulder pulses, reminding her she is not as invincible as she feels.

Jason nods once. We have no choice.

"If you knew who we were," he speaks, "you'd be worried about us, not our parents. I hope you enjoyed your two and a half minutes of rebirth, giant, because we're going to send you right back to Tartarus."

Porphyrion supports one hand on his knee to look at them closer. "So... we'll start by boasting, will we? Just like old times! Very well, demigod. I am Porphryion, king of the giants, son of Gaea. In olden times, I rose from Tatarus, the abyss of my father, to challenge the gods. To start the war, I stole Zeus's queen. Hello, Hera."

"My husband destroyed you once, monster! He'll do it again!"

"But he didn't, my dear! Zeus wasn't powerful enough to kill me. He had to rely on a puny demigod to help, and even then, we almost won. This time, we will complete what we started. Gaea is waking. She has provisioned us with many fine servants. Our armies will shake the earth—and we will destroy you at the roots."

"You wouldn't dare..."

"Oh, yes. The Titans sought to attack your new home in New York. Bold, but ineffective. Gaea is wiser and more patient. And we, her greatest children, are much, much stronger than Kronos. We know how to kill you Olympians once and for all. You must be dug up completely like rotten trees—your eldest roots torn out and burned."

"You said a demigod killed you," Jason raises his voice. "How, if we're so puny?"

"Ha! You think I would explain it to you? I was created to be Zeus's replacement, born to destroy the lord of the sky. I shall take his throne. I shall take his wife—or, if she will not have me, I will let the earth consume her life force. What you see before you, child, is only my weakened form. I will grow stronger by the hour, until I am invincible. But I am already quite capable of smashing you to a grease spot!"

"We don't need you to tell us," Ara lifts her sword again. "We're perfectly capable of coming up with a new method."

"Be my guest, little godling," he summons a spear from the ground, slams his foot, and the monsters they had spent the last twenty minutes killing are all brought back to life.

Ara curses, and then she prays, but instead of reaching out to pros like Ares, or Zeus, she talks to her mother. "I still have love for Olympus, Mother, would be nice if you did something with that..."

"So, child of Zeus!" The giant slams his spear against an already destroyed chimney just to intimidate them further. "I have finished my boasting. Now it's your turn. What were you saying about destroying me?"

"I'm the son of Jupiter!" Jason lifts himself off the ground by a few inches. "I'm a child of Rome, consul to demigods, praetor of the First Legion—I slew the Trojan sea monster, I toppled the black throne of Kronos, and destroyed the Titan Krios with my own hands. And now I'm going to destroy you, Porphyrion, and feed you to your own wolves."

A roar is heard at the entrance of the house and Ara whirls around in shock: The Nemean lion tackles the wolves and tosses them out of the way as he runs to meet her. She goes to him, and the lion drops and rolls on his belly when he sees her.

"It's you! Get up, baby, I have a new chew toy for you..." She climbs the lion's back and the animal rises, growling at Porphyrion.

The giant snarls at him, lifting his spear. Jason jumps with no weapon in hand and clings to the giant's enormous arm, reaching for one of the weapons stuck in his dreadlocks, and stabbing his ear with it. "For Rome!"

Ara leans closer to the lion's ear and pats his head. "The more memories he recovers, the more he sounds like a dork, don't you think?"

Lightning hits Porphyrion as Jason jumps and rolls away before he can get stomped. Ara kicks the lion with her heel and he leaps, slashing and biting off the giant's armor. Porphyrion falls, trying to push the animal away.

While the lion attacks like crazy, Ara does a backflip and lands on solid ground. She can almost hear Lily scolding her about the damage done to her ankles and knees. The girl slashes clay monsters one by one as she runs to where Piper and Leo are.

"No!" Porphyrion grabs the lion from the neck like a badly behaved kitten. "You want to play dirty, godling? You want to use lightning, boy? You forget. I am the bane of Zeus. I was created to destroy your father, which means I know exactly what will kill you!"

"You're nothing but a knock-off!" Ara shouts. Her lion comes to the rescue now that the wolves are trying to eat her. "And we know your weakness!"

"Got it!" Leo shouts.

"Sleep!" Piper exclaims, and the cage crumbles down.

"Yes!" Hera gets out of her enclosure, grows in size, and glows brighter. "Now I shall have my revenge!"

Porphyrion slams his spear against the ground and disappears into thin air while the air charges with power. Hera's ready to finish this off. "Cover your eyes, my heroes!"

Ara hugs the lion and closes her eyes. She doesn't know if this will kill him, he's a type of monster after all, but she hopes Hera will spare him. The Nemean lion is a gift from her mother, and Ara intends to keep it.

Next Chapter ->

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changeling-rin · 1 year

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What's your favorite quote that describes each member of the chain?

(Including sequels and Oc's)

-Moon

Small problem, I don't really have favorite quotes? And I certainly don't have 30+ of them to assign to 30+ characters

I can, however, list my favorite line(s) of dialogue for them all! The ones who've had dialogue, at any rate, for the rest I may just use memes

DIALOGUE LINES

Gen: "One of these days, I'm going to learn from my past actions and not go to investigate everything that goes 'bump' when I'm not looking... But today is not that day." “I’d like to preface this interaction by stating that I am not interested in eating you.”

Speck: "I am having the strangest day."

The Four: "Vaati, uh... he didn't have much of a plan, as far as we can tell. We really just think he wanted to get married."

Ocarina: "I feel like he should concern me more. But for some reason he doesn't, and now I'm concerned about why I'm not more concerned."

Mask: "I just realized – you're me and I'm you. We just insulted ourselves and then agreed on it." “Good news, I bring therapy in the form of a fluffy dog.”

Dusk: "Personally, I just accept the weirdness and go with it. That way when a woman-bird pops out of a pot in the middle of a frozen arctic mountain on the kitchen floor of a Yeti's mansion and offers to let you use her as an item, you can just smile and nod."

Red: “But it's nicely relevant to you and your adventure and not at all a really obvious tie-in to your mode of transportation!” “You close up right now or I'm gonna smack the black right off your umbra!”

Green: "And I'm not going to tell you who's losing, partly because I don't think this is that kind of argument, but mostly because I think you're going to immediately join the winning side after I tell you who they are."

Blue: "WHAT!? WHAT'S HAPPENING AND WHO NEEDS PUNCHING!?"

Vio: "As far as I can tell, we end up wherever we need to be next. I'm suspecting divine intervention, but 'temporal shenanigans' are also in the running as a viable explanation."

Lore: "I resent being called a 'regular people'." "I demand the proper amount of hatred and villainous one-liners!"

Realm: "Eh, wouldn't be the weirdest place. Once I had to get my shield out of a Like-Like that was inside a Lynel that was inside a Dragon." "I know what happened, I accidentally tried to get somewhere on efficient transport. I'll be sure to face the other way and think about where we came from next time."

Sketch: “...You live in the stronghold of an Evil Overlord.”

Wind: "Have you by any chance seen a giant squid? I need to destroy it to save a pirate princess and a whale god. ...That made a lot more sense in my head."

Steam: “Right. Okay. I'm about to do something stupid and probably extremely dangerous with the vague hope that it won't kill me. Cool.”

Shadow: "I do what I want.” “He’s not dead yet and I’m going to fix that.”

MEMES AS SUBSTITUTION FOR DIALOGUE LINES

Oni: I've only had the Chain for a day and a half, but if anything happened to them I would kill everybody in the vicinity and then myself.

Rune: My vibe is like, hey you could probably pour soup into my lap and I'll apologize to you.

Lux: I'm going to punch your face! IN THE FACE!

Lyric: Everybody do the Flop! *collapses*

RSE: Stakataka Time

Wraith: I see dead people

Codex: If I were a better person, I'd ignore you and go on with my life. But I'm not.

Archive: Citizens of Hyrule, I stand before you because if I was behind you, you couldn't see me.

Mini: I am very small. And I have no money. So you can imagine the kind of stress I am under.

#HOOOOOOOLY CRAP THIS TOOK ME ACTUAL HOURS #DL Questions #Anonymous Replies #Moon Anon #nobody ask me for the entire Extended Chain for at least two weeks I am very burnt out rn #All the DL Links #The Sequel Boys #The OC Boys #The Backstory Boys

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gallavich-headcanon · 1 year

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anon, dear, i hope you're doing good! i might be in the brain goo - still, bear with me on the being comprehensible part -, but a) you asked for headcanons and b) you're my favourite person to contemplate with, so you'll be my victim tonight-

so, i know you've said somewhere you're not a big fan of time pieces, BUT-

i've read a lot (like. A LOT.) of medieval-ish things the last couple days and spotify graced me with a shitton of ukrainian music today, and now all i can think about is this tradition they got in ukraine in july where they gather around a fire, take their loved ones by the hand, and if they stay locked while jumping over the fire they they'll have a long and happy relationship (bonus: you can do this with friends for health and good fortune, too). they have this other thing, too, where the unmarried women bind wildflowers to wreaths, then set them on a river or pond or whatever to see who'll get married soon (if your wreath flows without problems and moves a bit it's you), and their significant others try to guess which wreath is their girl's and they tryna fish it out-

and listen, listen, i KNOW it probably doesn't make much sense, and i have not thought this through 'till the end, but i need irish ian to somehow end up in ukraine and in the hands and care of mandy, who tries to teach him their ways and their language, because he's kind and sweet, too - and maybe she first hopes he's her wildcard out of her life until she gets to know he's gay? -, and somehow she gets mickey involved in her little social project and she tries very hard to make him be nice to ian, long story short, they all go to the festivities together, get a little drunk maybe and do their little traditions. while it's a rite for the women, i bet mandy'd force him to bind a wreath, still. and maybe she already knows there's something going on between him and her brother and she schemes some more to make mickey fish ian's out of the water, i don't know, my brain doesn't cooperate properly.

bonus lore- iirc they have this magic flower they set out to search at some point, too, as it's said to grant its finder some sort of power, so, just please, mickey and ian having an excuse to disappear in the woods for hours without anybody asking questions.

i only just now realised it's actually a full on au, but i'll send it over anyway, because it's juvenile and mostly lighthearted and i needed to bother someone with it. much love! thanksokaybye.

Hello my darling! My brain is also gooey possibly because it's late though. Perfect time to be your victim of choice!

Disclaimer- I don't really have anything about historical stories, it's just the homophobia of it all, you know? Like I enjoy some angst as much as the next person, but knowing they can't get married and will have to live partially in secret if not in the closet just... spoils it for me. I'm a comfort first, angst second kinda girl, but I also don't want it to be completely unrealistic. (also I need Mickey to be a southside shit talker) So I tend to skip those fics. now that that's out of the way, I'm ready for yours!

FIRST OF ALL I am a sucker for Mickey speaking Ukrainian. I really wish we got that in canon. AND IAN TRYING TO LEARN THAT FOR HIM 💔💔💔💔

they gather around a fire, take their loved ones by the hand, and if they stay locked while jumping over the fire they they'll have a long and happy relationship -> oh my god are you kidding me this sounds so fucking magical!

Okay what if Ian is like injured or something and Mandy finds him, and hides him until he can get better and Mickey is suspicious and follows her one day?

and maybe she already knows there's something going on between him and her brother and she schemes some more to make mickey fish ian's out of the water -> mmm how about yes yes and yes!!!

This is so fucking sweet. I want Ian in a flower crown Mandy made him! and maybe it's too small to his giant head and his looks funny and Mickey teases him and eventually that flower crown mysteriously finds it's way to Mickey's head. because that's what flower crowns do.

Them just walking in the forest and talking for hours. Maybe they find a job for Ian that gets them to hang out and Mickey teaches him Ukrainian?

NOSHO please send any and all AU / thoughts / headcanons always and forever!

#AU shenanigans with nosho #creepkinginc #medieval Ukrainian AU #gallavich au #gallavich #shameless

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nayadefenix · 6 months

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HOLLYTOBER:NAY'S BIRTHDAY .the seventh lost child has been found, raised in an ultra-conservative home, the father is on the same level as scarlet rwi, and the missing mother raised only by the nanny. Foundation and other organizations were after her due to her power, but the Serpent's Hand found her and became one of the partners of HOLY HOLY NIGTHMARE. a little about her relationship with Abel, they met in 2015, and the most aggressive of the 6 tries her heavenly and fallen power always emanating Abel has his attention focused on her and Billy teaching them how to control their power. When she met Abel she was 17 years old and is currently 26. She is aromantic asexual, later she will enter into a relationship with another arromantic Micheal.

Here's a little bit of the two 2 relationship.

''-But seriously tell me, how can I be like you?'' she asked, turning around in front of him.

-Girl, you don't have to be like me, I'm just me, you and you.

-But we are very similar, we come from the same ritual, we have relatives and people we hate, we kill people we hate.-She smiles, but Abel looks at her with melancholy when he sees which path she is taking, he puts his hands on his shoulders, he looks fixedly at the girl and says.

-Look, little Brazilian girl, do you want to learn the rules of how to be a powerful, fair and correct warrior? She nods her head positively.

-So, listen, rule number 1, DO NOT VAGLORIZE YOURSELF OR TAKE THE LIVES OF OTHER PEOPLE, ONLY FIGHT IF NECESSARY.

-but…

-BUT NOTHING IS GOOD, FOLLOWING THIS PATH WILL ONLY FALL INTO DARKNESS.

-Okay, -she scratches her ears after Abel's screams- there's no need to scream, I'm not deaf -She sits on the sofa and Abel throws himself on the bed next to her.

-Sorry for the shouting, I don't have much patience with apprentices.

-Well and now with these guys following us wanting to kill me….

-I've already called Katya, she's coming here with reinforcements, don't be alarmed if she appears out of nowhere, she's involved with these portal things, you'll go to the Serpent's Hand group, then to Holly holly nigthmare.

-Right.

-And rule 2 is be yourself, a warrior and authentic, like a unique brand, you don't need to copy from others, just be yourself.

There were a few minutes of silence, Nay wanted to ask Abel some things, but she was afraid and remained silent, he turned to her and noticed her behavior.

-What do you want to know? What about the foundation?

She nods yes.

-Okay, I'm omega 7, I made people suffer, I freaked out, I killed everyone on task force 7, I don't regret it, I ran away from the foundation along with a giant pink woman and a weird bird because I couldn't stand that disgusting thing and that was about 2 years ago, and I'm more known as Abel from the bible, if Cain hadn't killed me I would have children with my sisters, yes, yes there's no point in keeping your mouth open girl, incest was allowed at that time, who else do you think Cain married?

-I partially remember all of this when I was an angel, but I'm still a little surprised by it.'''

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doublel27 · 2 years

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35, 36, 40 for Tarlos!

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays?

Carlos. For TK, he grew up with his mom and they celebrated some Jewish holidays, but TK's not super observant, and most major christian holidays Owen was at the station so they weren't that big. Carlos on the other hand is the youngest of the Reyes kids in his family, has his sprawling extended family and the holidays are a big deal for him.

Also, he loves to give gifts, and Carlos tends to go all out. TK tries to keep him to a sensible budget, and Carlos just gives the gifts that he wants to give.

36. Who is the social media addict?

Oh, neither of them really. I suppose TK's the most likely to end up doomscrolling and will occasionally look up people's profiles and the like.

40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent?

Both are both?

I mean, TK is a good time and there will be shenanigans, but we've seen him parent his parents, and TK definitely has the ability to turn on the "What the hell were you thinking?" level of parenting, and the "Get up and meet me downstairs?" level of parenting. TK will not shy away from dicipline and leave it all up to Carlos.

Carlos is going to be the more organized parent. He'll be the one who knows where everything is, and have everyone's schedules color coded on a giant calendar in the kitchen. He will be the one sighing over shenaniagans because he married a chaos demon and then had kids with said chaos demon. But Carlos is going to be the one who cooks with the kids. He will do bicep curls with the kids hanging off his arms. He'll play games. I mean, he converted Izzy and Evie to his side over Judd's in one babysitting event. He's a good ti.

I've talked to @marjansmarwani about the fact that they will both chaperone field trips, and be the GO TO parent for chaperoning because they don't have to be babysat and they keep the kids engaged and safe, which will be great until their kids hit the age to be embarrassed. Then they will continue going. Their kids' friends will love TK and Carlos and think they have a great family.

50 OTP Things

#tarlos otp things #tarlos headcanons #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #anon ask #anon reply #doublel27 talks

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attonitos-gloria · 1 year

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6, 11 & 12 ❤️

QUEEN!!! HELLO <3

6. Favorite title you used

ahhh i just answered @palominojacoby saying it was 'I know the end'. and it was. but i also liked 'love the one you hold' because it's so rare that a title encapsulates the central theme of a fic in the way this one does - it's a story about sansa and tyrion settling into and for each other, and as i've said before, this is one of my favorite things about them. the fact they didn't choose each other but they have each other for better or for worse. i just. love this so much about them. sad married babies.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

HAHAHA this year? does it count the unfinished ones? probably In the Golden Room Where Everybody Gets What They Want - on the accounts that I started to write this year but haven't finished it yet, and unlike This Place Could be Beautiful I still have to write a lot of words to finish it. To be fair I should give up writing smut completely. I like the BUILD UP. I like plot and context. I like preliminaries! life as a giant foreplay! but when it comes to the actual sex I'm like "ah, why bother." that fic was a mistake. will finish, though! but probably not this year.

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

kAOIHioadjposjo girl, so many. Let's count. 2023 is going to be the year that I will, by God, finish We've been together. I think if I manage to do that, stars and planets will align and I might cry even. I also want to wrap I Know the End, and it will be so much fun :D it's the one I'm most excited to write.

I want to post the last chapter of This Place Could be Beautiful - would love to do it this year still but for the look of it, it's not happening. And In The Golden Room, too, though in my defense: it's impossible to write smut without inspiration! Kinky smut is even worse! So that one will have to wait until the horny muse visits me.

These are only the works in progress! I also want to write 1) the fic in which tyrion is sober, modern AU, and 2) the fic in which the ghost of joanna keeps tyrion trapped in casterly rock because she loves her youngest son SO MUCH that she literally sends storms to kill people every time he tries to leave until he stops trying and sansa is sent to the West to marry him a la beauty and the beast and it's very stockholm syndrome (on tyrion's part, not sansa's) and mommy issues and being trapped in the home of your pain and trauma. just nice things that i like.

so six WIP. and counting. thank you for the ask queen!!! I am excited to know what you're going to share with us next year, by the way. i adore your writing.

#ask me stuff

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boraxquinn · 1 year

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💕 Jin!

Send me a 💕 and a ship: In-depth Edition

{Jin: @wwhxyouknow }

How did they meet? We were re-introduced at a party/ hung out with a lot of friends.

Who flirted with who first? He flirted with me. I was trying to not embarrass myself and I failed really badly.

Was it love at first sight or a slowburn romance? I don't know from his point of view, but I've always had a crush on him. But we never talked. I don't think it was a soulmate kind of thing cause I never thought I would even have a chance at him liking me. I was closer to Jiminie, and J-hope cause I would run into them a lot at work back when they first debuted. And they would send Starship video's of them dancing to Sistar all the time. So I would call it a slowburn romance. But remove the slow part cause we both feel in love really fast xD

Did they start dating right away or were they friends before things became romantic? Right away. Like we passed out asleep at a friends place the first night we met then we woke up the next morning. I tried to leave cause I was like 'oh shit I'm in Jin lap I don't have a death wish I'm in so much trouble." But he wouldn't let me leave.

What was their first date? .....Is it bad that I don't remember? We had a lot of casual dates where we just stayed home, cooked and chatted. But I don't know if that counts. He did take me out to dinner when I came home from shopping with a dress he really liked.

What are their favourite things to do on date nights? Eat xD Food is our love language. We love cooking for each other.

Do they still go on dates after being together for a while? Yes

What is their love language? Hmmm... I don't know. You would have to ask him. He has a very romantic personality but he is also a giant dork.

Who kissed who first? He kissed me first then I asked for more.

Who started the relationship? He did.

Monogamy or Polyamory? Monogamy.

Are they/do they plan on getting married? Well we are engaged so.... yes I would hope so.

Who proposed? Was it a yes or no? He proposed the day after Astronaut was released and I said HELLS YES! Not really I was crying too much and couldn't talk. All I could do was nod my head yes.

Do they want kids? Who brought it up first? This is a private matter that has a lot of personal stuff for me so I will not answer this at this time.

Do they already have kids, together or from previous relationships? Nope

Do they have any routines/rituals in their relationship? He usually gets up before I do so he makes me breakfast in the morning.

How do they take care of each other when they are sick/hurt? We both do.

How do they like to spend time together? We either stay home and relax or we will go out to lunch or dinner somewhere.

What are their favourite non-sexual forms of intimacy? Jin thing he does which I don't know if he notices its a habit but I noticed, is he likes to kiss my shoulders. He will either come up behind me and do a drive by kiss, or he will kiss my shoulder and just put his chin there for a few seconds. He also likes to hold me in his lap. Or he wants me to hug his waist while he is cooking.

What are some of their favourite things about their partner? oh lord I could be here all day ummm... I like his fashion style. I think people should praise it more often. He caring for others before himself. He has such pretty eyes and lips. His love for RJ is pretty darn adorable. The man looks beautiful in the color pink. And his cooking is always sooo yummy!

How do they comfort the other when they are upset? First, he will hold me either in his lap or he will hug me. Then he let's me talk out whatever is bothering me and just listens, then he will give me advice while rubbing my back or my arms. If it's really really bad then sometimes he wraps a blanket around me and make a hot bath for me.

Who buys the other spontaneous gifts? It's 50/50. We both like getting each other gifts.

What position do they sleep in? He sleeps on his back or side and I always sleep on his chest or nuzzled into his neck.

Do they bathe/shower together? We haven't yet

Do they do anything else in the bath/shower other than wash? .....This is a dirt minded question

In the bedroom - Vanilla, a little spice, or kinky af? Jin can be very spice when he wants to be. I wouldn't say he is kinky though.

For applicable ships - who tops/bottoms? Not telling~ :p

For applicable ships - who is more dominant/submissive? Not telling~~!

What is their favourite sex position? You are getting nothing out of me :p

Do either of them enjoy bringing sex toys into the bedroom? We have never tried. I'm not into toys if I'm being honest.

Favourite place to have sex? At home.

Most adventurous place they’ve had sex? ....nowhere yet.

How often do they fight? What about? We have never fought.

Have they ever broken up? No

Messy breakup, amicable split, remain friends, ride or die or til death do us part? I will love him forever, to the moon and back till death due us part.

#(damn that took forever #b;asks #b;my moon prince #anon #verse;themoonprince

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beingdreeyore · 1 year

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So that's work done until after Christmas. It finished on a low note. There is so much open hostility between management and the worker bees.

Things are just tough right now overall anyway. I'm having my usual anxiety waves at having to go home this heavy. If life had gone differently I'd have lost at least another 2kg. But it went this way, so it is what it is. And that means there is wave after wave of anxiety and packing a million clothes that I'll never wear because all I will want is to wear giant sacks for the entire time to hide my weight.

Z went out of his way to say hello yesterday when we were stuck in a corridor. It was okay. I've reflected on what I must've looked like to him though. I saw him coming and heard myself say "FFS" before inhaling and exhaling heavily. I forced myself to look at him. We were masked but he raised his eyebrows in that way he does when he is smiling. I know I just looked panicked. I don't know if he could tell that I wanted so badly to stop him and say "enough of this!"

It was only one word each but I was shaking once I'd moved past him. I'm not sure why though? Perhaps because despite everything I still care what he thinks of me. I mean, the reality is that I care what everyone thinks of me. Apparently he isn't married. But he is a player. Apparently it was all rumours and bullshit. I knew he was a player but I took my chances. Hence why he never really got very far with me in that sense. I wasn't an idiot. But the marriage thing (lie) floored me.

Honestly, it doesn't matter anymore. But I care. I care what he thinks. I care whether he thinks I'm crazy for the way I did send those angry texts. I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd managed my anger better like I've spent so much time learning to do over these years. I care if I ruined a chance at something good. I care that on that last phone call he tried to make things okay and I refused to let him. I care that I was dramatic, even for me. Then I remind myself how hot/cold and unreliable he was. It was always going to end, it just did so with a more dramatic flair. But I still care what he thinks. I care that I gave him almost no avenues for us to even be civil to each other without it being a massive step.

I saw him again today but he saw me first. He was smiling but looked away again as I saw him and I just hate this. It's so awkward. I see him still do the thing that I do - to impulsively smile when we see each other but then work to hide it. I hate that it always ends this way and there's never anything left but silence and discomfort.

I hate it. There isn't a solution. There's nothing I can do about him. And I hate it.

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Unintended Consequences: Edinburgh 1827

Edinburgh 1827

The morning after Crowley had tried to help Elspeth and been recalled to Hell, Aziraphale had ‘looked’ for him, but couldn't find any sign of him on Earth. 'I hope he doesn't get into too much trouble,' thought Aziraphale, a bit worried. Aziraphale had already had something of a soft spot for Edinburgh and now he was determined to make it a truly exemplary place in memory of the demon's good deed. Giving Elspeth money and Crowley extracting her promise to be good, well that seemed a simple enough start.

Azriaphale was walking in the sunshine on High Street enjoying the town and the dapper clothing of the era when he felt the inquiring fingers of a pickpocket. Usually, he just miracled the money back into his pocket and an instructive pamphlet into the miscreant's. The angel was surprised to find that money, quite a lot of it, and quite familiar money, had just been put into his pocket. So instead of letting the pickpocket blend into the crowd, he followed them. Eventually, Aziraphale found himself in a familiar alleyway, no better for the light of day.

"Why'd ya follow me!" Elspeth asked angrily.

"You gave it all back! Why? I thought you needed m…" Aziraphale stops talking with Elspeth's hand clamped over his mouth.

"Not here, ya great idjit!" and Elspeth scurries out of the alley with a confused Aziraphale following. Eventually, despite her best efforts to shake the angel off her trail, Elspeth finally stops in a city park, “I suppose you’re just going to follow me until I talk or I drop.”

Aziraphale tilts his head at her, eyebrows raised, lips compressed.

"At least let me polish your boots so we don't attract any more attention!" hisses Elspeth, saying more loudly, “Polish your shoes, mister?”

Aziraphale sits on a nearby bench while Elspeth pulls out a boot polish kit and sets to work.

"Elspeth, why did you give all the money back? I thought you needed money so you could get off the streets!" whispers Aziraphale.

Elspeth sighs, "It's too much! I can't spend it anywhere! It's like I've got a giant target on me back. Either someone will rob me or kill me for it or bring me up to the magistrates for thieving then I'll hang! Take it back!"

Aziraphale is taken back. "Well, you could keep it in a bank…"

"No one is going to let street trash like me in a bank, much less…"

"You are not trash, Elspeth," said Aziraphale firmly, "you are just as worthy of grace as any noble or priest."

Elspeth gawped at him. "You are the oddest sassenach I've ever met. Nobody thinks someone like me can amount to anything!"

"I do," Aziraphale said earnestly while Elspeth returned to shining his other shoe. "I'm sorry, Elspeth, I didn't understand. What do you want? If I can help you, I will."

He gives Elspeth time to think it over and she goes over his shoes several times.

"Enough money for a clean room with board for a month," asks Elspeth, hand out after finishing the polish.

Aziraphale puts money into her hand, taking some back at her terse head shake and growling, "Too much!"

Looking at her wanly but hopefully, Aziraphale remarks, "I walk along St Andrews Square most afternoons. Please come and talk with me when you have more plans."

Elspeth nodded tersely and disappeared into the city.

Aziraphale then proceeded to the bank, depositing the money that Crowley had asked him to give to Elspeth, putting it in trust for his 'niece' and finding that being a female was another barrier for Elspeth. If she married, she wouldn’t even own herself. Over the next few days, during Crowley's continued absence, Aziraphale looked at those who were using the bank and those that weren't. He studied the passage of money in the upper and lower classes. Chagrined, he waited for Elspeth and Crowely to return.

After a few days of walking in St Andrews Square, Aziraphale hears Elspeth’s voice again.

“Shine your shoes, mister?”

Turning at Elspeth’s voice, Aziraphale says, “Certainly, young man!” overly jovially, then stares in disbelief.

Elspeth looks even more haggard than before as she kneels to shine his shoes.

“Elspeth! Whatever happened to you?” he says in concern.

Seeming to ignore his question, Elspeth says, “I can’t figure out if ye’re devils or angels,” bending over his shoes. “Ye’re not Fair Folk. I saw ye handle iron and go into that little chapel. Though that other fellow could certainly drink like a pictsie. Ye talk a fair bit about good and evil. Ye look like an angel, but ye’re the reason Wee Morag died. She wouldn’t have been in the graveyard if ye hadn’t messed with that first body. An’ that other one looked like a devil, but he was the one tryin’ to help me out. But, whatever ye are, ye’ve laid me under a geas.” Looking up into Aziraphale’s eyes she pleads, “Tell me what I’ve got to do to get out of it!”

Aziraphale sat on the bench listening attentively, wincing at her condemnation, then he looked at her head oddly, “A geese? I don’t see any geese here.”

“A geas! A magical binding agreement. I promised to be ‘good, not pretendy good’ and now I can’t make a living!” retorts Elspeth irritably.

Aziraphale looks more closely at the girl and sees the traces of something on her.

“What happens when you’re not good?” he asks curiously.

Humphing, Elspeth says, “It feels like there’s a scale inside me tipping one way or another. An’ if it’s tipping towards ‘bad’ I feel all nervous and awful. But if I do good, I feel peaceful.”

Aziraphale smiles beautifically, “Well, that doesn’t sound so…”

“Don’t ye say ‘bad’! Do ye ken what it takes to keep body and soul together in this town?” Elspeth snaps. “I thought if I gave ye the money back, it would break the geas, but it hasna!”

Aziraphale looks concerned, “I’ve been thinking about that, what it takes to survive here. I was wondering if I could hire you? As a housemaid,” Elspeth’s eyes flash, and Aziraphale holds up his hands, “or houseboy, if you like. You’d be able to have a roof over your head, and food. I’d be able to learn more about how to help. Surely…”

“I’m not your pet and I don’t want to be your project! I just want this thing offa me!” Elspeth furiously polishes his boots. Then, shoulders sagging, she says, “Come with me to Mistress Hempstock. She’s got the knowin’ of these things. Give me a head start then follow me,” she plucks the money out of his outstretched hand. “I know ye can,” and throwing that sarcastic remark over her shoulder, Elspeth headed off.

After sitting in thought for a while, Aziraphale follows the girl through New Town Edinburgh into Old Town. The open thoroughfares and salubrious streets of New Town give way to smaller streets treacherous with waste from pigs and people. Down a little side alley he finds a mullioned window with “Hempstock Apothecary” on a sign above the doorway. Doffing his top hat, Aziraphale ducks under the doorway with it's protective horseshoe and steps down into a dimly lit shop. Then he stops, hat in hand as his eyes adjust, taking care to stand very, very still.

“Nay, Elspeth, that one isna a devil. He’s an angel. He’s not holding the geas, either,” a middle aged woman crosses her arms while looking Aziraphale up and down critically.

Holding up one finger, but standing as though he is on top of a tall pole, Aziraphale smiles, “Yes, good lady, I am an angel. So there’s no need for this contraption,” he waves at the glyphs ringing him about.

“That’s as may be, but first I’d like to hear some explanation as to how young Elspeth found herself in this predicament! Your name, please, sir?” requests Mistress Hempstock.

“Aziraphale, Principality, former Guardian of the Eastern Gate,” he looks surprised at his own mouth.

“And what did that other one think he was doing?” she asks sternly

“He was only trying to help!” says Aziraphale, looking like he’s being buffeted by invisible winds.

“Who, now?” asks Mistress Hempstock.

“Crowley! He just wanted Elspeth to live and have a chance to go to Heaven, instead of Hell,” Aziraphale says as though the words are being drawn from him.

Mistress Hempstock looks at Elspeth, “That’s the other fellow, then?” Elspeth nods.

“And where is this Crowley then? Scampered off to Heaven after his wee guid deed?” Mistress Hempstock asks scornfully.

Looking very uncomfortable, failing to fight the compulsion, Aziraphale says, “No, he got recalled to Hell! I’m afraid he got into quite a lot of trouble for that kind act! I say, this is quite unnecessary!”

“So, if he’s not an angel, what is Crowley?” asks Mistress Hempstock.

“A demon! Crowley’s a demon! Please, will you let me out now?” Aziraphale is balancing precariously.

“It doesn’t feel nice to be compelled, does it, mister angel? Your word that ye won’t smite us when I let you out?”

“Of course I won’t smite you! I’m an angel! You have my word! I only want to help Elspeth!” says Aziraphale.

Nodding in satisfaction, Mistress Hempstock, brushes aside a ring of salt.

“May I invite you to tea, Mr. Aziraphale?” and Mistress Hempstock sweeps back to a little table laid with a lovely afternoon tea.

Rumpled, wind-swept, and a little irked, Aziraphale, nevertheless, can forgive a lot in the face of an excellent tea.

After their tea, Aziraphale sits with the two humans, discussing Elspeth’s problem, “It’s not that I’m asking to do bad, I mean to keep my word! It’s just that I don’t like being forced to do good,” says Elspeth. “Especially when doin’ good means I’ll starve.”

“But, Elspeth, I don’t know when Crowley will return! I don’t know how long Hell will punish him,” replies Aziraphale earnestly.

“You can see that the geas is a burden for Elspeth, tho’,” says Mistress Hempstock.

“Certainly, I do! It’s not the kind of thing Crowley would do, intentionally…”

“Bein’ off his head on laudanum to keep me from drinkin’ poison probably didn’t do wonders for clear thinking,” admits Elspeth, whose clear thinking has been improved by a good meal. Looking over at Mistress Hempstock, she sighs, “an’ I guess I’m grateful for that.”

Mistress Hempstock has been using the time to study Elspeth’s geas and the angel. “Ye accepted the geas, Elspeth, willingly, whether ye knew it or not. I see that it wouldna have settled on ye otherwise. But, I think Mr Aziraphale might be able to ease it, a bit.”

Aziraphale reaches out towards Elspeth, testing the geas gently. “The scale inside wasn’t something that Crowley put there, Elspeth. It’s in every human. That’s how we know whether you go to Heaven or Hell when you die.” Mistress Hempstock looks like she is reserving some choice words but only shares a raised eyebrow with Elspeth.

Aziraphale misses the look while studying Elspeth, “I really don’t think Crowley meant to hinder you, Elspeth. The laudanum was making him rather erratic. But your awareness of the scale inside gives you the best chance of avoiding Hell,” looking up at the women, Aziraphale considers. “I think I can ease the compunction to do good and the punishment if you do bad, but I won’t be able to erase the awareness of the scale. Do you want me to try?”

Elspeth sits in thought and looks at Mistress Hempstock for guidance.

“Elspeth, I think it’ll be enough,” agrees Mistress Hempstock.

Elspeth considers then looks Aziraphale in the eye, “Alright. I can live with that. Go ahead and try.”

After Mistress Hempstock had made a few preparations of her own, Aziraphale invited Elspeth to sit on a stool inside a different circle of glyphs. Mistress Hempstock stood outside.

“Elspeth, please take my hand” Aziraphale directs, offering his. Holding Elspeth’s hand gently, he takes a steadying breath and makes a complicated little gesture. A veil seems to waver on Elspeth and settle again, “Well, did it work?” he asks hopefully.

Elspeth stands up from the stool with a determined expression, “Let’s check.” Stomping on Aziraphale’s foot she cries, “That’s for messin’ about with me first body!” and now that his cheek is closer to her face she kisses him on it, “And that’s for listenin’ to me an’ trying to help.” Aziraphale, overbalancing between hopping on one foot and putting a hand to his cheek, sits heavily on the stool utterly bemused.

“Yes, those two deeds seemed to balance each other out nearly perfectly.” Elspeth says with a grin and hands on hips while Mistress Hempstock lets out a great laugh. “That’ll do. Now about my money. Mistress Hempstock and I have some ideas.”

#good omens fanfic #aziraphale x crowley through the ages #fluff and humor #read on a03 #ineffable idiots

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