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Teddy

Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary : Reader has a nickname for Eddie that melts his heart.

Word Count : 1.6k

Warnings : Pure fluff, reader cries a little, minor talk of Eddies mom passing, talk of heads being chopped off, swears, pet names, use of Y/N, not proofread, just fluffy goodness.

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Walking into the cafeteria, you look around for your boyfriend and his friends. Wandering over to the noisy boys, you smile, slipping into the seat beside his.

In the middle of a rant about hellfire, he rambled on about the others whining about lack of knowledge of his newest campaign.

“What’s the point of me,” he paused, kissing you cheek and placing his ring decorated hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze.

“-Telling you anything about it, it kinda defeats the object. You’d get through it too easy.”

“Can’t we just have a hint what we’re up against?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah man you wiped the floor with us last time,” Mike complained.

“Maybe it’s cause you’re shit,” Eddie shrugged, to which you lightly punched his shoulder. “What?” He asked.

“Don’t be mean Teddy, give ‘em a hint.”

You looked away from him, pulling your lunch out of your bag. A sandwich, some cherries and a bottle of water. “Fine, it’s sort of similar to last time. Just remember how many things can hide in the dark.”

“Wow thanks for zero help,” Dustin said. Eddie just shrugged, as you slid half of your sandwich over to him. “Here you go Teds.”

Kissing your head he smiled, “Thanks Sweet Girl.”

“You busy later?”

“No why?”

“What to rent a movie?”

“Sure, want a movie night?”

“Mhm, you can stay if you want. Parents won’t mind Teds.”

He went quiet as he nodded, taking a bite out of his half of the sandwich. You noticed how his cheeks were flushed, and through his thick curls you could see his ears red.

“You alright?”

“Yeah Sweetheart I’m good, foods nice.”

“Want any cherries?” He nodded, handing him a couple, you offered them to the other boys as well.

A few of them took some, all thanking you for the offer.

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Lunch was uneventful after that, until your friend Chloe came running in. “Y/N,” she said, placing a hand of your shoulder.

Turning to her, you smiled, “Hey Clo, everything okay?”

“Do you think you could help me with moving my project, it’s almost breaking and I need to get it to our next class.”

“Oh yeah sure.” You packed away your lunch and stood from the table.

Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you leaned down to peck your boyfriends lips. “I’ll meet you at the van,” he said.

“Okay, see you later Teddy.” You and Chloe waved goodbye to the others and headed out.

“So um … Teddy huh?” Gareth teased.

“Shut up!” He said.

“But it’s cute! I’m gonna start calling you that now, Eddie Teddy.”

“Fuck off, only Y/Ns allowed to call me that.”

“Aww why?” He asked.

“Uh cause she’s my girlfriend you dick.”

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Standing by Eddies van you saw him walk out of the building, saying goodbye to Dustin and wandering over to you. You smiled and waved slightly as he made his way.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he smiled.

“Hey Teddy,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. Taking your bag off you shoulder, he offered you his hand as you climbed in the van, placing the bag by your feet.

“Thanks.”

“Always.” He walked around to his side and began to drive out of the parking lot. “So what are we getting? Horror, sci-fi or are you gonna make me sit through a chick flick?” He asked.

“You always ask that, but you get so into them!”

“Do not!”

“Lies. I know you love them really Teds.”

“Mhm whatever you say.”

“Well I was thinking, I pick a movie for you, and you pick one for me.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“I’ve got popcorn at home and candy, so it’s just the movies.”

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Walking into Family Video, Eddie kissed your cheek and spoke, “I’m just gonna go say hi, go pick out the movie Sweetheart.”

“Okay.” Waving to the pair behind the counter before walking away down the aisle.

“Hey Munson.”

“Harrington, Buckley. How are we?”

“Good, you hear to use our discount?” Steve asked. “You know it.”

“How’s it going with Y/N?” Robin questioned.

“She’s great. It’s great.”

“I’m so glad I introduced you.”

“Yeah me too, I’ll owe you forever. Can’t believe she’s stuck around.”

“Coming up to six months now right?” The other boy asked.

Eddie nodded. “So movie night? Her parents like you?”

“Her dads a metal head himself Steve, of course he likes him!” Steve held his hands up in defence at Robins words. Eddie laughed, “Yeah they’re great people, really nice. Makes sense though, having that Sweet girl as their daughter.”

“Talking about me?” You popped up besides Eddie. “You? Sweet? Nah,” The curly haired boy teased. You bumped his side, letting out a playful sigh. “Go pick your movie Teds,” you said.

“What did you get?”

“It’s called Highlander. Looks good.”

“Oh yeah it’s cool,” Steve agreed, “I watched it the other day, insane, but great.”

“Perfect! Now go pick,” you pushed him towards the aisle lightly.

“Jesus, you tryna get rid of me?”

“Me? Get rid of you? Never!”

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“Okay so I have Sweet and Salty popcorn, M&Ms and Reece’s. Help yourself,” you said, climbing on the couch next to Eddie. “Did you plan this?” He asked.

“I was just really hoping you’d be up for it,” you explained. “I’m always up for spending time with you Sweetheart.” You smiled, and snuggled into him.

“Okay kids we’re heading out now, we’ll be home at 1 at the latest,” your mom said, popping her head round the door. “Okay, have fun,” you waved to her.”

The pair shouted to goodbye to you and Eddie and were on their way. “Okay which movie first?” You asked.

“Well one has Sean Connery and one has Bowie so either ones a good pick.”

“We should start gory and end sweet?”

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll put it in.”

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Soon enough you were sat together watching Highlander. Scottish warriors were freaking out because a man named Connor had come back from the dead.

“I think this was a good pick,” Eddie said.

“Thanks Teds, I’m glad your enjoy it.” Once again you noticed his face flushing. “Why do you do that?” You asked.

He looked away from the screen to face you, “Do what Sweet girl?”

“Go all blushy?”

“I’m not!”

“You are, your cheeks are all pink and I bet your ears are warm.” You reached out to feel, but he leaned away.

“Let me feel!”

“No! Get away from my ears.”

“Let me feel them!”

“No you little monster. Get back,” he shuffled to the edge of the couch.

You crawled after him, leaving him trapped. Reaching out again, you successfully touched his ear, it was burning. “Aha! I knew it!”

“Shush! Watch the movie! Look it’s Sean Connery.”

“No no, I’m pausing it.” You reached for the remote and paused it on the older man’s face.

“What’s going on? You know you can tell me anything?” You said softly, fully facing him. Legs crossed and hands in your lap. “I know sweetheart it’s just ..” he sighed.

“It’s okay Teddy. Take your time.”

“It’s that.”

“What?”

“Teddy.”

“Teddy?”

“When you call me Teddy I just,” he groaned, leaning back into the plush couch. “Do you not like it? I can stop,” you said, terrified that you’d made your lover uncomfortable.

“No!” He almost shouted. “Please don’t stop. I love it, so much,” he said, reaching out for your hand. “Then why’s it bad?”

“Oh sweet girl it’s not. It’s so far from bad, if makes my heart burst and my brain turn mushy.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh. Haven’t had anyone call me Teddy in a long time. When you first did it, it scared me, but I love it so much.”

You played with the rings on his fingers, “Who else called you Teddy?”

“My mom. Her little Teddy, said Edward was too grown up for me yet. Wayne was the one who started calling me Eddie after everything that happened.

“He called me Teddy once and I freaked. Said only mom could call me that, and now she was gone no one could. But then you came along, and damn sweetheart … you changed everything.

“So sweet and kind and beautiful. You called me Teddy and I felt so loved, only two ladies have made me feel like that. That’s how I knew it’d have to be you, you’d be my one and only girl. I just love you so much.”

You sniffled, rubbing your glassy eyes. “Oh no, oh Sweetheart. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you,” Eddie said, panicked, pulling you into his lap.

“You didn’t! It’s just so sweet. I’m so happy I make you feel like that. So honoured that you let me call you Teddy.”

“I am your Teddy, like I was hers, and I’m Wayne’s Eddie or Son.”

“You said something else to Teds.”

“I did didn’t I?” He asked, to which you nodded. “Well it’s true Sweetheart, I love you. Think I have from the day Robin introduced us.”

“I love you too Teddy.” He cupped your face with his hands, metal chilly on your face, but his warm palms comforted you. Leaning in he kissed your lips softly.

You pulled him back in, holding onto his shirt. Making the kiss more passionate, opening your mouth slightly, letting his tongue slide in.

After making out until you needed to breathe, you smiled at him, “I love you so much my Teddy.”

“I love you too Sweet girl, now come on let’s watch some guys chop each others heads off.”

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mayfieldss · 10 months

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Burn the house down with you - Carmen Berzatto

Summary: Getting Carmen to take a break is a hard task, especially when you don't know anything about the kitchen.

AN: please don't burn your houses down I beg

"What the hell is that smell?" It's Carmy's voice, home early from work, and it startles you when his arms find your waist. You're at the stove, pushing around an assortment of vegetables in a pan, and Carmen’s head rests on your shoulder, watching you work with a wrinkled nose.

"That smell is your dinner." turning to look over your shoulder, your lips meet his in a short kiss, that says, "Welcome home," and "I love you" all at once. But he's distracting you from the task at hand, and he knows it.

"Is that so?" his hand runs up your waist to your shoulder, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake before it continues its journey down your arm, and with gentle touches his hand comes to rest over yours as you grasp the wooden spoon. "What exactly are you trying to do here?" He doesn't mean it in a negative way, and his tone is gentle, unlike the excessive shouting he's used to at work.

"I am sautéing these vegetables."

"Babe," with his other hand, Carmen reaches round to turn down the heat of the stovetop, "you're burning ‘em." His hand is hard and calloused over your own, and the band aid over his pinkie finger leaves you frowning.

"Cut yourself at work again?" you ask as you move the pan off the heat. You shuffle out of Carmy's hold to the chopping board where the rest of your ingredients await.

"Yeah, fucking dull knives." He follows you, placing his hands on your shoulders as you begin chopping tomatoes. "Let me do it, baby."

You push him back gently and continue chopping away at the contents on the board, feeling his eyes on you as you do so. His gaze is warm, soft, and it's something you can always sense.

"I'm cooking dinner for you this time, not the other way around."

"Why?" Carmy comes up beside you, leaning against the kitchen counter as you work. Watching your hands, analysing every movement you make. He'd taught you how to prep vegetables properly, courtesy of you insisting upon being his sous chef when cooking at home, and he's proud of the way you work, even though you burn almost everything once it's in the pan or oven.

"Because you need a break," Putting down the knife you hold and wiping your hands on the cloth beside you, you turn to face him. "You work too hard Carm. You need to sit down and relax."

"I am relaxed."

"No, Carmy. You're not."

He lets out a long breath, eyes closing as he does, and when he feels your hands, running up and down his biceps, your arms, wrapping him in a tight hug, your lips pressed to his in short, delicate, kisses he can find some semblance of peace. When you go to kiss him again, your nose bumps his in an awkward kind of affection, and he laughs, a sound he only really hears on nights with you.

"Please, just sit down." your forehead is pressed to his, hands on his shoulders as you wait for him. It takes a moment, his eyes opening as he takes you in.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

Carmy mimics the gentle furrow of your brows, hands finding home on your waist. "I just want to look at you." And that's exactly what he's doing, looking at you like the stars and the sun have become the singular person before him. Like you're a painting, he just can't get enough of and a song he loves to listen to.

Carmen Berzatto is in love, he thinks, though he doesn't know how to say it.

"You can relax and look at me at the same time, you know." The gentle smile you send is the best thing he's seen all day, your voice the one sound to calm him.

"I am relaxed," his hands running up and down your sides cause you to soften, gentle touches from hard hands. "you relax me."

All you do is chuckle, a soft sound that he can feel in the way your body shifts under his grasp. He's tired, and though there is deep-rooted stress from the struggles of work and the ongoing family drama that arises at least once every week, he finds his own calm somehow. His own version of it, when he's with you.

"Just let me help you." he's staring you down, intent on winning you over, and trying to memorise every detail of you. Every freckle, every crease in your skin. Every part of you that he wishes he could take to work every day, the pieces of you he's glad to come home to, and the entirety of you that he doesn't want to lose.

Somehow this look seems to work, and you cave, forehead pressed to his chest as you groan in agreement. When you raise your gaze to meet his once more, you've got a seriousness behind the irises he loves.

"But you listen here Carmen Berzatto, I am head chef tonight. You are only the assistant to my power."

Carmy can only chuckle as you move back toward your slightly blackened vegetables and the chicken you have prepped to follow suit in the pan. He can't help but admire the way you're doing things, small movements and actions he knows you've done to please and impress him, though you don't admit it. In a way, it's your approach to showing him how much you notice what he does too. You follow things you've seen him do, even though you have no idea what benefit said actions have on the food you're making, and in doing it you let him know you see him. And care about him.

"So, what do you want me to do chef?" He's humouring you, watching as you slide over a packet of fresh bread buns.

"Ideally I would have wanted you to sit down and relax, but your stubborn arse is gonna butter this bread now." You're not mad, though you would like to be. But Carmy has a way of getting under your skin that doesn't make you hate him. In fact, that itch of him crawling through your bloodstream makes you want him all that much more.

"Really? You're limiting me to bread?" he's not really objecting because he already has the butter knife in hand, ready to do what you say whenever you say it, but he'd like to think he has a chance at convincing you to let him do something more.

You don't give him that satisfaction. "Yes, I am limiting you to bread, because that is the least stress-inducing task I can think of giving you right now." You slide the chicken into the pan, the loud sizzle giving you a fright as the butter and oil spits back at you.

There it is again. The smallest and sweetest of laughs leaving Carmy's lips, all thanks to the company you provide. The safe haven that you've somehow become for him.

For the next few minutes, he butters the bread in silence, and you toss about the contents of the pan, with the hope that it might be bearable to eat. But there is something about the quiet that creates tension, and with tension the need to touch. A moment passes as you wash your hands in the sink, Carmy coming over to do the same, though his hands are clean. He's testing the waters, waiting, and wanting to be just that bit closer.

Three gentle kisses to your neck later, each one creeping closer to the sweet spot behind your ear, and you turn around, flicking the water from your wet hands into Carmen's face. "And what do you think you're doing?"

"Why? Do you want me to stop?" he tries to play it cool, but there is a part of him that holds the concern, that even though he can hear the teasing in your tone, perhaps you're not interested in his not-so-subtle acts of affection.

There are a heavy few seconds—ones where you stand staring bewildered at the man before you, brows furrowed with the lightest of smiles pulling at your lips, before the tension is lifted, and the weight on Carmen's chest ceases to exist. There's something about your hands in his hair, smoothing it back, tugging at the strands near the nape of his neck. The depth of the kiss that takes his breath away, and the smell of your shampoo that he can take in with you this close to him. There's something about the feel of the back of your thighs in his hands, the awkward, messy bump of your knee against his as he lifts you onto the empty space of the counter. The way the chopping board is knocked to the floor with a loud thump you both ignore, because you're too caught up in each other to care.

It's your hands and his hands, scrambling to find purchase on each other, the lips that crash together, the kiss moving from gentle and sweet to intense and passionate in nothing but a second. Broken breaths and gasps that turn to laughs, Carmy's fingers tracing your shoulders, your face, your lower back. The heat that courses through the room, and the sudden realisation that it's not just the kiss that's hot.

You see it first, out of the corner of your eye, the orange light catching your attention. The black block that had once been your meal, and the smell of smoke that fills your senses now that you're focused on something other than the way your body moves with Carmen's. "Shit!" You push him back, jumping off the bench with a yelp as the flames reach toward you, and it seems to register to Carmy then just how serious the situation is. The pan is on fire, the food pitch black and the flames are beginning to lick at the walls.

"Fuck!" His voice is loud and matches the volume of your screams as he reaches for the stove, daring to turn off the element before leaping to the cupboard where he, luckily, keeps a fire blanket. He got it after many incidents like this on his part, with the sleepwalking and late-night cooking that went horribly wrong. Though he hasn't had an incident like that in a while, he's more than glad he kept the blanket around as he throws it over the fire. The fire alarm beeps loudly overhead and is more than late to the scene as you scramble for a chair to stand on so you can turn it off.

"Holy shit." Carmen moves your way once he's sure the flames have died, hands on your hips as he lifts you down from the chair, pulling you close. "That was fucking insane."

"It's burnt." you mutter, somewhat sad at the turn of events. You'd worked hard on the food after all, and while it might not have been the best meal, you'd hope it might have been semi-enjoyable.

"Yeah, no shit." Carmen presses a kiss to the top of your head, eyes still on the place where the flames had once been. "At least we know it won't give us salmonella. That shit's cooked through."

It makes you chuckle, though you don't find the situation funny at all. There is a large black mark on the wall, the place where the fire had bruised the wallpaper, and you weren't particularly happy about it. After a moment, Carmen speaks again, giving you a tight squeeze before his eyes fall to your figure tucked into his side.

"Do you wanna get takeout?"

Your eyes shift up to look at him, lips upturning in a tired smile. "Definitely."

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scarletts-scribbles · 4 months

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Spice Up Your Life

⁀➷ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

⁀➷ Notes: Just a small idea I thought could be really cute :) If anyone has requests/ideas please send em over!

⁀➷ Summary: Natasha admits to you that she never really learnt how to cook, luckily you're more than happy to teach her.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Natasha knew you were cooking from the moment she’d gotten home. The smell of oil and fresh vegetables hung in the air, wrapping her in a sweet aroma, as she hung up her coat Nathan couldn’t help but smile to herself as she made out your low humming coming from the kitchen. A slow happy tune gracing your lips.

She loved coming home to you cooking. Not only was it something you enjoyed but you always made something delicious for her and she was always beyond grateful.

Truth be told, she was a little jealous of your culinary skills. Sometimes the redhead would just linger at the kitchen door, leaning on the wooden frame whilst she watched you effortlessly guide a knife to chop ingredients or she’d come to your side and help you plate your meals. It was somewhat enchanting to her to see you in your element.

Tonight was no different. Natasha finished taking off her coat and slid off her boats, placing them on the small rack by the front door before making her way to the kitchen.

She couldn't resist the urge to sneak up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder. "What's on the menu tonight?" she inquired, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

“Well let’s see, I’ve got some fresh peppers from the market and we’ve got those left over noodles.” You explained as you continued to dice up a garlic glove, “I was thinking maybe a stir-fry, how does that sound?”

“Stir-fry sounds amazing.” She smiled and planted a soft kiss on your cheek and peered over at the ingredients. Nat pursed her lips for a moment before stepping back to admire how you navigated the kitchen so easily.

“So.” Natasha began but paused for a moment, causing you to stop and look back at her. She seemed to be blushing a little, her cheeks a darker red, “How do you know how to prepare everything so well? You do it so easily, I’ve never been able to do anything like this.” She mumbled quietly, her gaze not quite meeting your eyes. It was something you’d learnt that she did when she was embarrassed, “I never learnt how…”

You chuckled softly, turning to face Natasha, "Well, it's just something I picked up over the years. Trial and error, you know?" You noticed her hesitancy and added, "But if you want, I'd be more than happy to teach you some tricks?”

Natasha smiled widely, unable to stop the corners of her lips curling up, her eyes seemingly sparkled with excitement. “You’d do that?”

You turned to face her, surprised but amused. "Of course darling, it's never too late to start learning. How about you help me finish making this? I'll teach you the ropes as we go.” You smiled, washing off your knife before offering it out to her.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "Are you sure you want to risk it? I might burn the kitchen down."

“Well it’s lucky that I live with a very strong Avenger who can elegantly carry me to safety, isn’t it?”

Natasha muffled a giggle, shaking her head a little as she kissed your cheek. You returned the gesture softly before guiding her towards the cutting board, you handed Natasha an orange pepper. "Here, hold the pepper like this, and let's start with a simple chop." Your hands gently covered hers, guiding her hands gently with the knife, slicing through the vegetable as you demonstrated, “See? You've got this."

As Natasha started to chop the pepper with your guidance, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. "I might not be as smooth as you, but I’ve love to cook for you sometime - only once I get a little better of course, wouldn’t want to poison you.”

You chuckled, nudging her playfully with your hips, “I think I’d love that Natty.” With a wink, you handed her a pan, showing her how to heat it up and explaining the order of ingredients and how to know when each one was ready. It didn’t take long to explain your seasonings either, she was so eager to take it all on. “We could make this a regular thing if you’d like? Start making meals together from now on?”

Natasha's eyes lit up with excitement. "I'd like that very much," she replied, a genuine warmth in her voice. As you both continued to cook together, the kitchen filled with laughter and the sizzling sounds of the oil. It was the beginning of a new tradition, where the joy of cooking intertwined with the joy of being together and you couldn’t be more proud of the progress she’d made.

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skelliko · 11 days

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Tokyo revengers |°-context: you visit your grandparents at the country side and he willingly taged along

๑-featuring: kazutora, chifuyu, baji

°- Kazutora Hanemiya

• he had to get used to it for a while but afterwards he'd actually kinda enjoyed it

• would stroll around and admire the wide fields bigger than a football stadium in awe, he'd also lean against a tree or something and have a peaceful moment for himself while enjoying the birds chirping

• would give random scary looking spiders the most basic names like Dave and think it's funny (it's actually pretty funny)

• liked sitting by the furnace to put wood in to heat up the house, even if he did burn himself by accidentally touching the hot metal by the sides, he still liked being taught how to use it and be in charge of it

• got distracted for some time by sitting on the grass and watching a snail slowly move it's small body over a large rock, he was there for 7 minutes before he realised what he was doing, and the snail still hasn't gone over the rock since it decided to go in multiple random directions in the same spot- he was tempted in flicking it off with his finger but chose not to

• hated waking up in the morning tho, he was way too tired to keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds

• would he come back? it's not exactly his thing but if he were to pass by the area then he'd happily wonder about a little while

°- chifuyu matsuno

• he'd be enthusiastic about the amount of cows that are on the fields, the second he saw one cow he yelled out "cow! :o" but then when he saw a whole field of em he yelled out again "more cows! :D"

• beautiful sunsets over here and would take multiple photos of the sky

• would crouch down and inspect an odd insect that he's never seen before and think that he discovered an undiscovered bug and give it a whole scientific name that just consists of random phrases conjoined together and is hard to pronounce the second time

• at first he liked being given a job that included a lot of physical work but after a while he grew to dislike it, he still tried to finish it so that your grandparents wouldn't hate him for it - but the naps afterwards were delectable

• got woken up in the middle of the night and just sat there in bed for a while almost mesmerized by how dark it was, like- pitch black

• enjoyed the home grown fruits and vegetables, there was a clear difference between store bought compared to grown in the garden/field - he took a liking to the yellow apple tree most due to how sweet and semi soft the apples are

• would he come back? potentially if he wouldn't be put to do heavy work, he enjoys most of the other stuff tho

°- Baji Keisuke

• would pet the neighbours cats that are wondering about and try and feed them ham or something

• sits outside somewhere enjoying the breeze and the chirping birds in the distance, usually you wouldn't be able to hear this many birds all at the same time anywhere else other than the country side, not even in a nearby forest

• he'd be pretty chill at staying the night and enjoy looking at the stars since you can't see them clearly in the city

• mosquitos love him for some reason and he hates that he gets bit easily, only thing he hates about being here

• enjoyed chopping the wood with an axe to later use to heat the house up, he was pretty good at it as well but he was only allowed to do it a few times before the axe got taken away cause he nearly hurt himself. got kinda disappointed by that.

• would he come back? definitely, it's not a life style he'd want to commit to but for a short while he'd be chill with it

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soft-mafia · 7 months

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Oh boy we are allowed to send our Buggy tomfoolery here? Don't mind if I do

I wanna revoke his hand privileges. Just take em away from him. That man is a brat (also I wanna piss him off cause it's funnny) he doesn't deserve them. Put them in your pocket for safe keeping while he sulks in the corner. Though he can probably still control them...so maybe not the best idea. Just hope your not ticklish and you'll be fine

Hands Are a Privilege Not a Right [Buggy x Reader]

warning: gn reader, cursing, angry Buggy, groping

a/n: I don’t know if this was a request or not but I decided to make it into a short drabble bc I just think this is so funny😭😭

“THAT’S IT!!” Y/n growled and took a meat cleaver that they seemed to pull out of nowhere, catching Buggy off guard and making him silently scream(though blades didn’t even do anything to him anyway..).

With one swift chop, Y/n had cut off both of Buggy’s hands, “Your hand privileges are REVOKED.” They growled, trying to wrangle Buggy’s hands before stuffing them into their purse(purses are manly).

“HAND PRIVILEGES?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON ABOUT?!” Buggy screamed, his hands thrashing rapidly in Y/n’s purse as they struggled to keep it closed shut, “GIVE THEM BACK YOU BITCH!!” He growled, regrettably calling his partner a bitch outside of a sexual situation.. but how else is someone supposed to react to having their hands stolen?

“Not until you learn to STOP groping me all the fucking time!!” They growled. Every day Y/n would get taken off guard by Buggy’s gloved, floating hands coming up behind them and.. grabbing their ass, slapping it, squeezing their chest, they had enough.

“Cmon, baby!! I’m a man, I have needs!!” Buggy grumbled, his hands still trying to free themselves, he waved his handless arms around, “Dammit!! I need my hands, give them back!!”

Y/n growled and set their purse down, then decided to sit on the bag so Buggy’s hands had no other chance of escape, “Nope.” It.. worked actually, Buggy’s hands ceased their movement and the man stopped complaining— it was oddly still and silent. Y/n glanced back at Buggy and he had this shit eating smirk on his face..

“Suddenly I’m fine with this now!” He laughed. Y/n suddenly gasped when she felt Buggy’s hand squeeze their ass from inside of the purse. They screamed and jumped up. With the purse now unattended, Buggy’s hands finally freed himself. He was cackling up a storm as his hands flew to Y/n’s ass, squeezing it firmly, slapping it, “Gotcha!” Buggy giggled.

Y/n growled and ripped Buggy’s hands off of their ass before throwing them back at Buggy’s face— shutting him up and making his nose honk upon impact.

“Take your damn hands, asshole!!” Y/n growled at him with a blush all over their face.

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy x reader #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy one piece #one piece live action #opla #buggy simp

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mymoonagedaydream · 11 months

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Part 1

Summary: Maybe the relationships worth fighting for were the ones in which you had to fight the hardest.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Language, vague references to violence, light public wankery

Author’s Note: This one has been sitting in my inbox for literal years so I hope you’re still in an angsty mood after all this time. Was meant to be a oneshot but hey I got carried away what can I say.

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Three loud knocks hammered against your door. It made you jump every time he did that, you were used to your guests ringing the buzzer.

You checked the time as you hurried across the length of your cramped apartment, cursing under your breath when you saw that it was almost nine. Him finishing work this late was never good news. Whatever had happened, whether it be another drawn out meeting or an unplanned, after-hours assignment, it would almost definitely have left him in a shitty mood.

You sighed. It used to be that bad days for him were few and far between, now they seemed to outnumber the good ones.

Sliding the chain off and turning the lock, your heart sank when you pulled the door backwards and caught sight of his miserable expression. You wished so much that there was more you could do to uplift him when he felt like this but, short of marching into his office and scolding his colleagues as if they were suave-suited school children, you were helpless. All you could do was try to help him take his mind off things.

“Hey, Hot Shot.”

He managed to summon a weak but warm smile, planting a kiss on your temple as he shuffled past. “Hey. The crazy newspaper lady let me in again.”

“I figured,” you pushed the door shut and followed him inside, “did she give you another fistful of clippings?”

“Whatta you think?”

He stuffed a hand into his pocket and set down a few scrunched up papers on the coffee table before dropping onto the couch. With a smirk, you picked them up and smoothed them out, scanning your eyes over the headlines.

“Bless her, she always saves the business stories for you.”

“Yeah, why is that?”

“Probably ‘cause you’re always in a suit and I’m always referring to you as Hot Shot.”

“You talk to her?”

Realising your mistake, you stopped absentmindedly thumbing through the clippings, lifted your gaze to his and shrugged. “Occasionally.”

He narrowed his eyes. You knew exactly what he was thinking. He didn't like the idea of you going near her, he thought it wasn’t safe, probably thought you’d end up locked in her apartment and chopped into tiny pieces that she’d save and use as bullion cubes.

So now probably wasn’t the best time to bring up your weekly visits to her apartment for coffee and cake.

Sure, she was a little intimidating to look at, with her wild eyes and deep, sunken cheeks, but she was a sweetheart really. She’d started tearing up newspapers in the downstairs lobby after her husband died a few years ago. He loved his morning reading and she loved clipping out his favourite stories and saving them for him, apparently doing it for other people was the only thing keeping her going now she was alone. You just wished you could think of a way to explain all that to Bucky without incurring his paranoia.

His glare wasn’t letting up. You knew if you didn’t swiftly change the subject there was a danger he might start trying to convince you to move into his much nicer, much bigger and much safer apartment again. As much as you appreciated the offer, it had taken so much for you to move to the city on your own, and you weren’t ready to give up your independence just yet. You were happy the way things were.

You cut in as soon as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Rough day?”

His head collapsed backwards. “Mhmm.”

“Anything I can do?”

“Nah, s’alright, just seemed like everyone was out to piss me off.”

“Can’t say I blame ‘em.”

He chuckled gruffly as you flopped down beside him, his arm moving to cradle your shoulders and hug you tight to his side. “Have you eaten?”

“I was waiting for you.”

“You wanna order pizza?”

“Definitely.”

You leaned forward and rustled around for the takeout menu in your coffee table junk drawer. Bucky shifted slightly, out the corner of your eye you could see him starting to dig the fingers on his free hand into his knee. He cleared his throat nervously before speaking again.

“Can I pay this time?”

“We’ll split it.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind-”

“Buck.” You gave him a look as you dropped the menu in his lap. “We’ll split it.”

He didn’t push back. You’d gotten pretty good at standing your ground out of necessity because, if Bucky got his way, you’d never be allowed to spend a single dollar. He earned a lot more than you, a helluva lot more, but you still preferred to keep things equal. You got by just fine.

The two of you settled in on the couch together. He hustled downstairs when the buzzer sounded and you demolished the pizza in front of the TV, enjoying the peace of each other's company, chuckling at whatever shitty reality show was on at 9pm on a weeknight.

Despite his best efforts, though, it was obvious that something still wasn’t quite right with him. He needed some help unwinding.

“Hey, you wanna hear something funny? It might cheer you up.”

His head lolled towards you, a wide smile creeping over his lips. “Go on.”

“So, at work this afternoon, Judy was doing her rounds upstairs when she noticed a guy tucked in the corner by adult fiction. It’s pretty routine to get the odd embarrassed reader trying to hide away up there but apparently he was grunting like a professional tennis player , her words.”

“Jesus.”

“Mhmm. So she called the cops and they hustled up there, apparently he’d been jerking off in the aisle to a fucking Mills & Boon novel called The Dark Duke . We had to get the janitor to get rid of it in a biohazard bag, poor guy. He’ll probably call in sick tomorrow from the trauma.” You were laughing through your words but, when you looked over at Bucky, an incredibly stern face was looking back. “C’mon, you gotta admit that’s funny.”

“It’s not funny that you’re around creeps like that every day.”

“This city is full of creeps, just so happens that a few of them have library cards.” You flashed your eyebrows at him, he didn’t even crack a smile. “Jesus, Buck, you don’t think you’re taking this a little too seriously?”

“No, I don’t.”

The two of you fell into silence. His eyes flicked away from you for a second, his expression suddenly becoming resolute. You could see the words forming in his throat. You knew exactly what was coming.

“You really need to think about coming to work at my place.”

You jumped up from the couch. “I can’t have this conversation again.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re already in a shitty mood and me making the same argument I’ve made a thousand times before isn’t gonna help.”

You picked up the empty pizza box and trudged through to the kitchen, hoping that would be the end of it.

It wasn’t, unfortunately, because he decided it was smart to jump up and follow you like an irritating child.

“I just don’t get why you won’t take it. It’s better money, better hours and we’ll practically be-”

“Practically be working together yeah, I know, I’ve heard this speech before and the answer is the same. Thank you, but I’m happy where I am.”

“You wanna work in a fuckin’ library forever?”

You threw the box down on the counter and swivelled round to face him. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Talk about my choices like that, like you know better.”

“Jesus, I’m just tryna’ look out for you.”

You shook your head, in disbelief that you’d been dragged into this argument once again. “Whatever.”

“Is that it?”

“I honestly don’t know what you want from me, Buck.”

“I want to know why you’d rather stay in a shitty job and a shitty apartment than have something better.”

“Because I don’t want to work for your fucking father, alright?”

His face dropped. You realised that your words had come out with much more venom than intended but, in all fairness, this had been building up for a while. You’d been with Bucky long enough to know what kind of business his family was in and you wanted no part of it. Your love for him had helped you move past your unease about what he did for a living, because you knew with utmost certainty that he was a good man at heart, but you couldn’t say the same for the rest of them. You wouldn’t allow yourself to get dragged in too.

He clenched his jaw for a second before biting his cheeks, his head slowly beginning to nod, anger rising in his face. You just waited. Anyone else might have been scared of him in this moment, of how he seemed to be coiling up like a threatened snake ready to strike, but you weren’t. He’d never given you any reason to be.

His mouth fell open but quickly snapped closed before any distinguishable words could escape. With a loud huff, he stormed away, yanking his jacket from the couch as he passed and tearing your front door open.

You saw him hesitate in the corridor for a second. He brushed his hand over his hair before suddenly lashing out, striking the side of his fist against the doorframe. The whole wall shuddered.

“Whoa, hey.” You hurried over and reached for his shoulder. “That looked like it hurt, are you-”

He grabbed you.

Your eyes locked with his, you’d never seen him this angry before. In fact, you were so caught up in his warped expression that it actually took you a few seconds to feel his grip, to feel how tightly he was squeezing and how his fingertips dug into the space between the veins and tendons in your wrist. You frantically looked down at his white-knuckled hand and tried to yank yourself free, hoping that any amount of resistance would encourage him to release. He didn’t let go. You looked back up at him.

No words were exchanged, but you saw in his face the moment he realised he was hurting you. The redness in his cheeks seemed to drain away in an instant, leaving behind a deathly paleness that highlighted how quickly the tension dissolved from the muscles in his jaw and forehead.

He let go.

With panic thumping in your chest, you quickly stepped backwards and slammed the door. You sheltered behind it, frozen, as he softly knocked against the wood and apologised over and over again.

You stayed there until you heard him walk away.

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rpreaperperson · 4 months

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Hi there!!

I don't know if it me or to everyone else when it come to Claw the Neko. I literally found it overwhelming adorable and funny and I just LOVE to read more!! That and the Mom series.....

I may have an idea for Claw.... What if during the downtime with the 141 + Alejandro and Rudy and Neko want to have a cuddle in both cat and human forms depending on who she hangout with...

Hope you enjoyed the new year Nya~~

Sounds..like...a....

NOICE idea consider this is a holiday day! thank you @sliverwolf20 for the suggestion

This one will gonna be a Bonus Chapter 2

Masterlist

Off of Duty

Once upon a time....in a base where a certain cat Hybrid lazying around her room playing on her console, after getting bored of it she munched her snack while scrolling into her phone snickering when she found a funny meme or funny video

Then she take a nap....drifting into her sweet dreamland Yep...this is how she spends her day off

Suddenly her door slammed open by a certain beardy Captain, frown plastered against his face when he saw her napping on her sofa

With her cat form

Price let out an exaggerated sigh, the moment 141 got an off day the Hybrid spent her time in her room shutting herself there, while others went to spend their time with their families (Mostly Soap, and Gaz, Ghost still hanging around the base but he likes to went off somewhere)

Approaching the hybrid that was still in her dreamland, he shook her small fury body while calling out her code name

Instead of waking up she just stretches her body while purring

'Bloody hell...if she always like this in her day off...' Price glances at the pile of her snacks on the desk

"You'll gain weight if you keep doing this love..." mutter Price, then Claw's eyes snapped open jumping to Price while meowing in complaint, swiftly Price catch her small furry body with his hand

"Nyanyanyanyanaya!!" she flaunted her paws at his face

" now you awake when I say you'll gain weight huh? It's the truth love...it may be a day off but you can't spend your time lazying around like this! You haven't even left your room in days!" he rant at Claw

"Nyauuw...." her ears and tails flopped down as she glanced at her photo with 141 on her desk, narrowing his eyebrow Price followed where Claw looking at..

Then he realized..

"You miss 'em?"

Claw nodded, she even couldn’t contact Professor cause of some new experiment she was working on right now

“Oh Lovie..you know they wanted to spend their time with families too no?” Price cuddling her into his warm chest walked onto her soft sofa and sat there, caressing her soft head with his hand she licked his jaw he chuckled as he kissing her furry head

She purred even louder rubbing her head into his mutton chops, she really loved the prickles sensations

“Guess I’ll have some nap too...curse those boys..and their reports” he grunted taking off his shoes, gently Prices lay his body on Claw's sofa with Claw on his chest

“Ahh...that Professor of yours really spoil you huh? This is some good sofa” he grunted adjusting his position

“nyauww~”

“wonder where did she find this sofa..” Price murmur

“Mrrauw?” she chirps her little head looking up at him, tilting her head

“Nahh.. it's okay I’ll just ask her about it...” Price caressed her soft furry body shutting his eyes as he felt Claw purring vibrating his chest

“how do you manage to tend your tails this smooth?”

“Mrrep mrrep” her tails swirling in mischief, a Cheshire cat smirk planted on her lips

“Ahh..a secret eh..? fine by me” Slowly hearing Claw purring Price lulled into a dreamland

Ghost who just came back from the store bought something for Claw, and got a notification from Alejandro that he and Rudy will come to their base to spend their day off with them ...but most likely to meet Claw..

When he reach the base

“Hey there L.T!”

“Ghost”

Greet both Soap and Gaz waving at him still in their civilian clothes, bringing their bag

“thought you both on the leave?”ask Ghost cocking his eyebrows confused

“got a mail from Alejandro, he want to visit here yeah?” claim Soap

“Mmhm...gotta go bought something for Claw” he nonchalantly noded

“Ahh..right I bought ‘er something too” Soap takes out a Scotland souvenir from his bag, together they walk into her room

“How is she? Last time I saw she was sulking in her room when we departed” asked Gaz

“She still shut in her room, missed both of you” explained Ghost, they saw her door open wide Ghost slightly raised his eyebrows

“Bonnie!~ got somethin’ for – whoa..” Soap rushed into her room but he snap his mouth shut...

A warm fuzzy sight, both Claw and Price cuddling on Claw sofa

“gotta take a picture of this” amused Gaz sneakily taking his phone and taking a photo, silently scanning around her room gushing when he found the latest console in her room

“Let ‘em rest..both deserve it”claim Ghost

“Especially Cap..” Gaz put his small gift for Claw on her desk joined by Ghost and Soap, taking Claw's blanket from her bed Gaz covered both of them with the blanket scratching her little furry head with his finger

She making biscuits on Price's chest, and her purr became louder both Gaz and Soap were awed at her Ghost smiled behind his mask

“We’ll wake ‘em both when the Vaqueros come” claims Ghost then he walks out from Claw's room (not before he sneakily snaps a picture of Claw sleeping)

“Sleep tight Bonnie~” coo Soap

Meanwhile inside a pick up, as usual Rudy driving the pick up while Alejandro sat beside him

Then he got a notification from Gaz he send him a picture

“..? GASP!” his cheeks flushed red

“Whats wrong Ale?”

“Ay dios mio...I want to replace Price place”

“say what now?”

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #john price #john price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish #john mctavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #rodolfo rudy parra #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #task force 141 x reader #neko reader #claw

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ddymarie · 1 year

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My personal view of BNHA

MEN✨

° Katsuki bakugo

Bakugo gives me that mafia husband vibe.

Idk he's seems so dominate.

Harsh lover.

This doesn't make him soft... Tho

Especially during sex. I can never write it down but loves to slap you, your face, your cunt, your ass.

This man will definitely make you suck his fingers.

Very much enemies to lovers

Hate sex, slow sex

° izuku midoryia

Awww deku,

He's soft, but definitely not a beat around the bush kinda guy.you want something tell em

All about teasing and pleasing.

Hes affectionate always has his hands on you. Your in public. Arms around your waist. Chilling in the kitchen. Chopping vegetables next to ya. On the couch your on his lap. Having sex your on his face.

Reads you like a magazineeee.

Friends to lovers

He knows everyone

° Keigo takami

Yalll this mannnn.

I see him to be a spitter. A fuckboy.

Definitely would be your summer fling

But then there's innocent keigo

He's all about giving you your personal space. " I don't wanna invade " .

Always taking you on dates.

Sex every night is a NEED.

I feel like he would be into videoing it. Private collection in his phone of you and you👀 . Yk that vibe. Private relationship

Always been around you but never interacted with you so

Definitely strangers to lovers

° shinsou hitoshi

Always brings you gifts.

FREAKYYY ASFFF

Tie you up. Cuff you.

Degrading you.

Always whispers in your ear. EVEN DURING A NORMAL CONVO

He's an ass guy. Hands always on your body

Hair puller

Fuck buddies to lovers

° Eijiro Kirishima

Never wears a shirt

Very "whatever you want, princess" and just spoils you cause it's a manly thing to do

Friends to lovers trope.

Always touching on his muscles.

He's always had you messaging him.

He LOVESSS HEAD

Loves to finger you.

Not the freakkyyy type. But definitely surprised when you say "blindfold me ".and does it

i feel like he would role play to set the mood then having you scream his name and dropping the act.

He never locks the door. Anyone just walks in. Morning sex addict.

" great way to start the day you know " he says

Always holding your hand, or has you holding his elbow. Sitting you on his lap

This man would hang off the door frame

Shirt sliding up a little. While he's all sweaty from being in the gym.

Always uses you as a extra weight to lift 🏋

The end ✨

#bnha x you #bakugou katsuki #hawks smut #bakugo smut #mha smut #kirishima x reader #hawks x reader #deku x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou smut #bhna headcanons

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vaguely-yandere · 2 years

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can I please get some more “what i would love to see is the Big Bad Yandere who acts like they're going to chop off your fingers, your toes, beat you black and blue, anything to keep you with them, turns out to be the most pathetic, submissive little thing you've ever had the pleasure of meeting and boy, are you lucky!”

Like the idea of a Yandere who is self aware enough to be embarrassed and hates it but still goes weak in the knees and pathetic for their darling <33

Maybe darling for boys their jacket one day or something and Big Bad Yandere finds it and uh 👀

Or more details on them making a mess of themselves in private masturbating to the thought of you after you bump or brush into them </3 o and what would cause them to cum in their pants in public.. how long of a touch? Do they ever do overstim training like sensitive Yandere? Like the idea of them pushing themself to their limits out of frustration >:) like how DARE you make them feel this way <3 ok and this is kinkier so u can ignore this but maybe they go out with their holes plugged as “training” but then they bump into you and :)

Maybe for a later on scene they ride ur thigh frustrated and desperate but immediately cream their pants when you bounce your leg <3

Also could I be 🐓 anon?

yes yes!!! also.. big bad yandere is one of my favorites!!! so cute and embarrassed!

i just know big bad is a kinky fucker!!

i can already see you maybe snapping at them or acting so sweet to them, touching them, maybe its hot, god its so hot and they just got back from a workout in a barely concealing anything tank top and you notice them and your eyebrows shoot up.

"wow! i had no idea your arms were so big! can i touch em?" you're wearing fairly revealing clothing as well. shorts, a tank top, a crop top if you wanna kill em and your just a bit sweaty, not overly so, but they can see a few drops dripping down, a few wet marks on your clothes and all they can do is dumbly nod, holding their arm out to you and the heat from your finger tips squeezing their bicep goes straight to their junk and face but they just cant move.

"woah!! youre so strong!"

'youre so strong!'

those words replay in their head over and over as they desperately touch themselves, panting, whining, cursing under their breath as they buck into their hand, just an absolute mess. their bicep still tingles where you touched it and they end up avoiding you for a few days afterwards. i mean, how can they even look you in the eye after moaning out your name and begging you to touch them more or fantasizing about you fucking them!?

while sensitive yandere knows they wont be able to get intimate with you without cumming prematurely, big bad yandere refuses to accept their hyper sensitive fate. where sensitive yandere has overstim sessions, big bad has endurance sessions! sensitive tries to fight the overstimulation that comes with orgasming multiple times so they can continue to pleasure you while big bad refuses to be humiliated by cumming early so i can definitely see them trying to have an endurance session, getting called out to do something and, well... maybe walking around with a toy in them isnt such a bad idea! no one will question it and you arent even there! but you were called out too. and they need to work with you. something simple, maybe cleaning, but its pure hell for them.

their hyper awareness from being around you is only amplified and instead of it causing them to yell more often, to snap more often, it makes them surprisingly quiet and avoidant.

and you! youre smart. you notice how hot its getting in the small room. how they occasionally groan, how heavy their breathing is, how their eyes squeeze shut, how hot their skin is if you catch them off guard and touch them... they have to be sick! and very embarrassed about it. they have their entire image based on being unshakeable so you imagine getting sick is a hard hit to their ego.

"sit! something is obviously wrong with you!"

'oh god no. please no, please, i dont know whatll happen if i sit down please dont make me please darling'

"wh- fuck you! nothing is wrong with me!! im fine! lets just get this over wi-" their words get stuck in their throat when you grab their arm and move a chair over to them, completely unable to fight when you force them to sit down.

the toy is pressing right against the perfect spot, you're so close, you're getting closer, youre touching them, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!

the second your hand touches their forehead, your legs grazing theirs, their legs snap shut along with their eyes, face burning with shame as they have the best orgasm of their life while you're almost completely unaware but as they come down from their high, panting heavily, eyes half lidded and foggy, legs slowly spreading back open, you finally see that they arent sick at all.

"oh... why didn't you just say so? i couldve helped you."

oh god yes

#big bad yandere #yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #asks #🐓 darling #yandere smut

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 4 (Part 1)

Following is part 1 of my translation of Chapter 4 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-56 to 7-61.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-56

???: Silence, human. Do not speak unless you’re spoken to.

Silver: …!!

Strange-looking Soldier: Who are you? Spit it out. Now. And you better not lie to me, lest you wish for me to dirty my blade.

Grim: Eep! This guy’s gonna chop us into protein bars!

Sebek: I-I assure you we are trustworthy people. We hail from a school for mages-in-training. We’re students!

Yuu: We’re from Night Raven College.

Strange-looking Soldier: Night Raven College…?

Sebek: Indeed. It’s located on Sage’s Island, and-

Strange-looking Soldier: How many times have I told you idiots, I don’t give a rat’s ass about a shitty school run by humans!

Everyone: !?

Strange-looking Soldier: You’re gonna teach me something about wizardry, eh? Even though all you brats can use your magic for is pranks and shit. So a letter wasn’t enough for you? The school had to go and send a couple of errand boys, too? What a persistent lot you are. There isn’t a damn thing for me to learn from you jackasses. You trying to say I’m stupid? Is that it?

Grim: Ack! No, we never said that!!

Silver: Ah, erm, we…

Strange-looking Soldier: I already got enough on my plate with the “Silver Owl” running amok. I don’t have time for your stupid games. I’ll let you go, just this once. Now hurry up and get the hell out of our country, humans. Kishaaaa!

Strange-looking Soldiers: Gigiii! Gyagyaaaa!

Grim: The heck!? Did NRC really send an invite to this guy!? He’s a monster!!

Sebek: A monster!? Hold your tongue, beast!! Gaze upon the pattern emblazoned into their armor. That is the coat of arms worn by Briar Valley’s Imperial Guard. However, it’s certainly an antiquated variation. Just what is going on here…?

Silver: Judging by that magical stone weapon, and the light I saw flying around that soldier just now… He has to be…!

???: I bring neeeeeews!!!! Reporting for duty, General!

Strang-looking Soldier: Keep it down, Baul. What is it now?

Sebek: D-Did you say “Baul”!?

Grim: What’s the matter, Sebek? You know this guy?

Sebek: N-No…. But could it really be…

Baul: Hm? Who are these people? …Wait! Those round ears…. Are you the “Iron Ones”!?

General: They’re just some brats who got lost. Forget them. What were you saying before?

Baul: …Yes, sir! We’ve received a report from the forest patrol concerning the “Silver Owl”. They have erected tents at the base of the Mystical Mountain and are laying waste to the surrounding area.

General: Tsch… Those bastards never learn their lesson. Come on, we’ll go chase ‘em off.

Silver: Please wait!!

General: What?

Silver: P-Please… Please let us come with you!

Episode 7-57

Silver: P-Please… Please let us come with you!

General: ….The hell did you say?

Grim: What the heck, Silver!? He was just about to let us go!

Silver: We can’t just go back to school empty handed… We’ll show these guys just how strong Night Raven College’s mages really are. I promise you we won’t get in your way. We’re not just experienced in magic, but in martial arts, too!

General: And here I thought I was speaking clearly enough for you lot to understand me. …Am I just not getting through to you numbskulls? Be gone, humans. Lest you wish to step foot into the gates of hell.

Grim: Yikes, I’m gettin’ goosebumps! This is just like when Tsunotarou was starin’ us down!

Silver: It doesn’t matter what you say, we aren’t leaving! Please, just let us come with you!

General/Silver: …………..

General: …….Fine.

Everyone: Huh!?

Baul: What is the meaning of this, Genera!? We know nothing about these people. We can’t just let a bunch of suspicious humans accompany us!

General (whispering to Baul): Will you just listen to me for one second? If we let them go now and they go causing trouble, it’s gonna be a pain in the ass for us down the road. But if we spook them a little, we’ll send ‘em running with their tails between their legs.

Baul: Argh… Yes, that’s… You have a point….

General: Listen up, brats. You can come with us – on one condition.

Silver: A condition?

General: Yes, you can come with us… If you’re able to harm at least a single hair on my head.

Strange-looking Soldiers: Giigiii! Shyaaaa!!

General: Now show me what you’ve got, humans.

Silver (whispering to himself): …This might be our chance to give him a shock and wake him up. But can we… Can we really beat him? No, fretting about it won’t do us any good now.

Silver: Let’s go!!

Episode 7-58

Grim: Haa… haaaa… This guy’s waaaay too fast! None of my hits are landing!

Yuu: But those two are keeping up with him!

Sebek: That swordsmanship, those maneuvers… And that magical stone weapon! Could it be, standing before us is…!

Silver: Did you notice it, too, Sebek? That’s right. This man is most likely…!

General: What’s the matter? You brats sure did talk big. Is this all you got!

Silver: Shit….! Sebek, I’m going to rush him!! Go circle around back!

Sebek: DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO! Hiyaaah!

Grim: Aah, you guys almost had ‘im!

Sebek: We’re not done yet! O Fire!

General: Too slow! Your backs are wide open!

(Lilia strikes Sebek)

Sebek: Aauugh!

Silver: ….O Light!

General: What! When did he get into my blind spot…

Sebek: Now’s our chance! Uoooooh!

Silver: Haaaa!!

Sebek / Silver: Haaa, haaaa….!

(The General’s mask falls to the ground)

Everyone: !!!!!!!!!

General: You… You humans knocked off my mask…?

Yuu: T-That face…!

Silver: Father.

Lilia: *Father? I don’t remember having a son. Let alone a human one.

Silver: Ah… M-My apologies.

Sebek: Am I dreaming? Am I truly being graced by the presence of The General of the Right himself, by Sir Lilia from his time in service….!

Silver (Whispering): Get a hold of yourself, Sebek. I’ve said it before, but this is all just a dream.

Baul: GENERAL, ARE YOU INJURED ANYWHERE!!!? DAMN YOU, HUMANS!! Men, what are you dallying around for! Apprehend these insolent fools at once!

Strange-looking Soldiers: Gigiiii!!

Lilia: Stop making a racket. All they did was knock my mask off. I’m fine.

Baul: But…!

Lilia: Oi, humans. You’re no ordinary school kids. Where did you learn how to fight like that?

Silver: Ever since we were young, Sebek and I have been training under a fae - a certain follower of the night.

Lilia: A follower of the night, huh…. No wonder your movements seemed so familiar. Hmph. I guess you weren’t lying when you said you were confident in your abilities. Alright, then. Just as I promised, you can come with us.

Baul: Wha- General!?

Lilia: We fae don’t go back on our words. Isn’t that right, Baul? “The Night’s blessing upon ye”.

Baul: “The Night’s blessing upon ye”.

Episode 7-59

Lilia: Seeing as you’re all envoys from Night Raven College, you probably already know my name… But at any rate, my given name is Lilia, and my *courtesy name is Vanrouge. My country forced the most annoying title in the world on me, but… You’re not my subordinates, so you can call me whatever you want. Well, anything except for “Father”.

Silver: Understood…

Baul: Sir Lilia Vanrouge is the General of the Right of the Land of Briar’s Imperial Guard. He is a distinguished individual – entrusted with our country’s safeguarding! I’m sure humans in even the most distant lands have heard of the “Running Rampart of the Verdant Moors”! Scum like you normally wouldn’t ever be able to have an audience with him. BOW DOWN BEFORE HIM!

Sebek/Silver: Yes, sir…!

Yuu:(Feels like I’m watching a period drama.)

Lilia: And what are your names, humans?

Silver: …I’m Silver.

Grim: I’m Grim the Great. This here’s my henchman, Yuu.

Sebek: And my name is Sebek Zigvolt.

Baul: …What? DID YOU SAY “ZIGVOLT”!?

Lilia: That’s the same surname as Baul here. Actually, it feels like you two resemble each other quite a bit…

Baul: What!? Me?? Resemble a human!? That’s absurd!

(Baul removes his helmet)

Baul: See!? We don’t look a thing alike!

Sebek/Silver: !!!

Grim: Woah! He looks just like Sebek!

Sebek: Gra….Grand….Grandfa…..

Baul: What!? *I don’t have any grandchildren! CEASE WITH THIS NONSENSE, HUMAN! This boy lacks the signature Zigvolt family scales. It’s nothing more than a coincidence that we have the same last name, that’s all.

Sebek: I speak no nonsense! Fae blood runs through my veins - the blood of the Zigvolt clan! And my mother has scales, just as you do.

Baul: Then why don’t you have any!

Sebek: T-That’s… That’s because my father is… No, never mind. Please excuse me.

Lilia: Baul did emigrate here from Sunset Savannah, though. It’s nothing unusual to have some distant relatives here and there. Consider this fate, Baul. You’ll be looking after these kids.

Baul: Wha- …But why!? General!

Lilia: Come, we have to find the “Silver Owl’s” stronghold and kick them outta here before nightfall. We’re heading to the base of the Mystical Mountain! Hurry up and let’s go! Shyaaaaa!!

Imperial Guards: Garururu! Shyaaaa!

Silver: Sebek. That soldier named Baul, isn’t he your…

Sebek: Indeed. He looks much younger than the countenance I’m familiar with, but… There is no doubt in my mind. That man is… Nay, that gentleman is my grandfather: Baul Zigvolt! To think, the day would come when I’d be able to witness my grandfather in all his military glory - a dream this may be….!

Baul: Oi, what’re you dawdling around for, humans! We’re not going to be helping you one bit. So hurry up already or you’ll fall behind! Hmph!

Sebek/Silver: Yes, sir!!

Silver: *sigh* It’s great we were able to cross over into Father’s dream, but it doesn’t feel like we’ll be able to ask him about Lord Malleus anytime soon. At any rate, looks like Father’s dreaming about something that happened a really long time ago.

Sebek: At the farewell party, Sir Lilia mentioned that he’d received his invitation to Night Raven College approximately 500 years ago.

Silver: …If that’s the case, then Lord Malleus might not have been born yet, depending on whatever time period we landed in.

Sebek: Oh, my beloved Young Lord! I wonder how he’s faring now. Ah, what have I done!! How could I raise my blade against my master…! What would my grandfather say, were he to learn of this…. Surely, it would incite him into a rage. *sigh*

Silver: You can stress out about it later; we don’t have time for that right now. We need to stick close to Father and look for clues.

Grim: Man, this is crazy. Come on, henchman. Follow us - and make sure you keep up!

Episode 7-60

Silver: By the way… What’s with the “Iron Ones” and “Silver Owl” they keep talking about?

Imperial Guard A: Kuaaaa! Gyagyaaa! Fwarumu! Viiramu!

Silver: …? I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re trying to explain it for me, but I can’t understand fae language…

Sebek: He said, “The “Silver Owl” is a group of scoundrels that have been carrying out mining operations all over the Land of Briar. As the members of the “Silver Owl” all don armor made of iron, we have taken to calling them the “Iron Ones.”"

Imperial Guard B: Goeee! Garuru! Garuru!

Sebek: “They hail from a foreign land, and have been clearing out our forests, demolishing our mountains, and plundering our resources without permission.” Just who are these miscreants!?

Silver: My father told me about it before, how you used to be able to find a lot of magical stones and jewels in the Thunderclap Mountains that surround Briar Valley.

Imperial Guard B: Gaugau!! Gyaruru… Goee.

Sebek: “After they strip the mountains bare, the magical beasts that have lost their homes descend into the nearby villages and often cause trouble for the townspeople. Countless fae have been injured because of them.” WHAAAT!? WHAT INPUDENCE!!

Imperial Guard A: Kuaaa! Ho! Dedeii.

Sebek: “The Imperial Guard, under Sir Lilia’s command, have been fighting fiercely to drive out the “Silver Owl”, but as their numbers are so great, we’ve been really struggling.” Grrr… This is unforgivable! LET US ROUT THEM IMMEDIATELY!

Grim: Looks like you really got your hands full bein’ all sour and grumpy by yourself… Anyways, do you understand what the fae are sayin’?

Sebek: Not perfectly, but I do generally understand what they’re saying.

Silver: Sounds like they’re using a pretty old fae language.

Grim: Wait, that’s a language? I thought they were just, like, chirpin’ and makin’ growling noises and stuff!

Sebek: Languages and pronunciation methods vary considerably from one fae species to another, but by imbuing our voices with magic, we are able to communicate with each other. Presently, many in Briar Valley utilize a common language, and those who speak the fae languages are few and far between… But we take great pride in our language, with its long and glorious tradition. My mother and grandfather taught it to me long ago.

Silver: I tried learning it from my father, too, but… My ears just can't make out the words they’re saying.

Sebek: My father said the same thing. Compared with other animals, humans have a very limited hearing range. As I’m descended from fae, I am able to detect even the faintest of sounds, which you humans cannot. WHAT SAY YOU!! IS THAT NOT REMARKABLE!!!!!!!!

Grim: Why do you always gotta be so loud…

(Battle map conversation)

Baul: General! We’ve received word from one of the scouting patrols.

Lilia: Let me guess, there’s a couple of “Iron Ones” up ahead? This place reeks of iron and oil.

Baul: You can stay here, General. I’ll lead the charge.

Lilia: That’s fine, but… Oi, humans.

Silver: Yes, sir.

Lilia: I know this is out of the blue, but I’d like to have you all show us just what you Night Raven College mages can do.

Baul: What!?

Lilia: There’s some “Iron Ones” loitering about up ahead. You all will need to capture them on your own. Don’t let even a single one of them escape. Or else our plan to sneak attack their camp will be ruined.

Everyone: Yes, sir!

Iron One A: Uwaaah! Who are these guys!?

Iron One B: Eeep! They’re wizards! Someone, help uuuus!!

Grim: Ack, they’re gettin’ away!

Sebek: Halt, you miscreants! Truly you are cowards, to turn your backs on your enemy!!

Lilia: Tsch. I told you, don’t let any of them escape!

Iron One A: Waaah, it’s a fae! It’s one of those scoundrel fae!

Lilia: You’re the scoundrels. Shyaaa!

(Lilia strikes the soldiers and they collapse)

Lilia: …Hmph. Waste of space.

Silver: Fath-… No, I mean, General Vanrouge. My deepest apologies for failing to capture them on our own.

Lilia: Hah. You did good kicking them around, but your endgame was shabby.

Baul: General. There’s foodstuffs and fuel in their wagon.

Lilia: All things they stole from us. We’ll be taking them back now. And you “Iron Ones” that we’ve captured, you are hereby banished. Leave this place now and go back to the Canyon of Howling Winds!

Imperial Guards: Gyagyaaaa!!

(Battle map conversation)

Lilia: …!

Baul: What is it, General?

Lilia: Shh…

???: Man, screw Henrick. All he does is sleep in the fortress all day while we’re out here working our asses off. He’s so friggin’ arrogant. I’ve had it with him.

Baul: !! It’s the “Iron Ones”….

Lilia: They haven’t noticed us yet. We’ll use the night to our advantage and sneak up on them in the darkness. And then we’ll chase ‘em off.

Baul: Yes, sir.

(Battle map conversation)

Little Fae: Tingle ding ding🎶

Grim: Woah, a bunch of tiny little fae just popped out.

Lilia: So up ahead there’s…. I see.

Little Fae: Ding ding🎶

Lilia: You don’t need to worry, we’ll get them outta here. Now you all go hide.

Little Fae: Ring ring 🎶

(The Little Fae cast a spell and sparkles appear)

Silver: Our wounds are healing… What is this light?

Baul: It’s a pixie blessing. Normally, they’d run and hide as soon as a human approached… I’m sure they’re eager for us to drive off the “Iron Ones” for them.

Sebek: Then we shall endeavor to meet their expectations.

Lilia: Alright, let’s hurry.

(Land of Briar - Campsite)

Lilia: Look. It’s the “Silver Owl’s” camp. Smells like human… There’s probably about 30 of ‘em here. Doesn’t look like the “Knight of Dawn” is among any of the guards… This should be a piece of cake.

Grim: Piece of cake!? But we only got, like, 15 people on our side.

Sebek: You fool! The peerless and renowned Sir Lilia is here, is he not! ‘TIS ABSURD THAT WE SHOULD FAIL!

Silver: Shh… Sebek, be quiet. I want you guys to listen to me. I’m sure you all realized this already, but this isn’t like the practice fights or training we do at school. …If you get hurt, the shock isn’t going to wake you up. Even though we’re in a dream right now, there’s no telling what’ll happen if you get seriously wounded. Yuu and Grim, don’t leave my side no matter what happens. You, too, Sebek…

Sebek: You have no need to fret for me. You best not lose your nerve, Silver.

Silver: ….*sigh* Seriously, don’t overdo it.

Baul: Grrr… Those blasted “Iron Ones”. Making themselves right at home, as if they owned the place… This is inexcusable.

Lilia: Heh heh. It’s fine, isn’t it? Since they’ve got everything set up already, setting up camp tonight will be a breeze.

Yuu: Wait, what do you mean…?

Lilia: We’re going to kick their asses and take their camp. Let’s go! Kishaaaa!!!

Imperial Guards: Gigiiiiii! Kyakyakyakya!!

Lilia: And don’t burn down the tents, you idiots! Or you’ll be sleeping outside!

Imperial Guards: Garururu! Gaugau!

Iron One D: !? W-We’re under attack! We’re under attaaaack!!

Iron One E: Thieves! They’re going after the mined goods! All guards deploy!

Baul: Thieves!? We are the Imperial Guard of the Land of Briar, here to protect our country! And we do so with pride! We will not forgive you ruffians. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, LEAVE THIS FOREST AT ONCE!!

Episode 7-61

Lilia: Hahaha! You idiots are slow as snails. That iron armor of yours weighing you down? Shyaaaaa!

Iron One D: That small warrior yielding that massive magical stone weapon… Wait, is that the *Dragon’s Right Hand Man Vanrouge!??

Iron One E: Commander, at this rate our entire unit will be wiped out!

Iron One D: Shit! Without the “Knight of Dawn” there’s no hope going up against these guys! “Silver Owl” Troop 35 retreat! Retreeeaaat!!

Baul: Gahahahha! You spinless fools! Go run back to your fortress and tell your master this: As long the Imperial Guard of the Land of Briar still stands, we won’t let you go around doing whatever you want!!!

Imperial Guards: Gyagyagyaa! Garurururu!!

(The Silver Owl retreats)

Silver: Pfew…. Looks like we were able to drive them off. Yuu, Grim, are you alright?

(Yuu nods)

Grim: Man, Lilia whooped those guys before I could even cast one spell.

Sebek: Hmph! Naturally. With Sir Lilia and my grandfa- …Sir Baul by our sides, there’s no need for you two simpletons to do anything.

Grim: ‘Scuse me!! You’re one to talk! All you did was stand around and watch!!

Sebek: Ack… I-I was simply waiting for an opportune moment to strike! I wanted not to impede the Imperial Guards! I WAS NOT MERELY STANDING AROUND!

Imperial Guard A: Kekeeee! Gyagyaa!

Baul: What’s this! This wagon is filled to the brim with magical stones and Mysterium… Those blasted thieves. Just you wait, we’ll drive out the lot of you!!

Lilia: And lookie here! Those “Silver Owl” guys left behind a whole bunch of food for us. There’s grains and meat… Haha! And there’s even some fat little jade rats and steel lizards.

Jade Rats: Squeak squeak!!

Lilia: Perfect timing. We’ll roast ‘em up for dinner.

Everyone: !!!???

Grim: Ack! I don’t wanna eat a bunch of rats and lizards!

Lilia: As long as you cook it enough and it fills your stomach, any meat will do.

Silver: General Vanrouge, we can handle the cooking!

Sebek: W-We’re also undertaking culinary coursework at Night Raven College!!

Sebek/ Silver: PLEASE, LEAVE IT TO US!!!

Lilia: O-Okay. If you’re going to make that much of a fuss about it, then go ahead. You can handle meal prep today. Just keep in mind, we have a much more refined sense of taste than you lot. We’ll be able to tell right away if you added something weird to the food.

Silver: Wait, refined!??

Lilia: What is it now?

Silver: No, it’s… Never mind! We’ll try our best to make something you’ll all enjoy.

Lilia: And as for the rest of you morons, get to work repairing the magical stone weapons! There might be other “Silver Owl” members lurking about, so stay on your guard!

Imperial Guards: Gigiiii!

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Part 3

TL Notes

Lilia: But at any rate, my given name is Lilia, and my *courtesy name is Vanrouge.

Courtesy name: “A courtesy name (Chinese: 字; pinyin: zì; lit. 'character' | Japanese: 字; revised Hepburn: azana; lit. ‘character’), also known as a style name, is a name bestowed upon one at adulthood in addition to one's given name. This practice is a tradition in the East Asian cultural sphere, including China, Japan, Korea, and Vietnam.” (Source)

Baul: What!? *I don’t have any grandchildren!

Sebek was trying to say おじいさま (ojiisama; Grandfather) and he only got out the oji part before Baul interrupted him. おじ (oji) is one word for “uncle” in Japanese, and Baul actually responds “Uncle!? I don’t have any nephews!” But I couldn’t make that work in English, so I just changed it.

Lilia: *Father? I don’t remember having a son. Let alone a human one.

Similar situation as above. Silver calls Lilia 親父殿　(oyaji-dono) which is a combination of oyaji (father/pops/old man/geezer) and dono, a very polite form of address. Combined together you get “Father”. In the chapter, the characters switch around between using the father/old man meanings, even though the word stays the same. Again, it’s not a kind of wordplay that works in English, unfortunately, so I am just sticking with using “father” for any mention of oyaji-dono/oyaji.

Iron One D: That small warrior yielding that massive magical stone weapon… Wait, is that the *Dragon’s Right Hand Man Vanrouge!??

「竜の懐刀」 Could also be “Dragon’s Dagger Vanrouge”. I went with “right hand man” since he’s the general of the right and all.

Please note: We will not know what the proper translations of the new places and character names introduced in this chapter are until the official English localizations are revealed, so please take my translations of them with a heavy grain of salt.

#twst #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #baul zigvolt #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #the ruler of the abyss

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Village life was quiet. Peaceful and tranquil, but it stunk to the high heavens.

It was a place where you could venture and be somewhat at peace, taking stock of your craft and practising heartily. You supported the village in many ways, too – buying from the local farmers while trading herbs and ointments for all manner of things, from aiding the wounded and sick, to caring for their animals.

There were plenty of opportunities to socialise in the tavern, located in the main square, a crossroads where travellers, each unique, took a load off before they moved on.

You had to admit to yourself that nothing would beat your small cottage on the outskirts, though. And by the Sisters, you would have given anything to be back behind the wooden walls of your haven at that moment.

The tavern was loud, tremendously so, and full to the brim of Nilfgaardian soldiers and captains that barked orders, squabbled over their losses, and howled their misery.

A scuffle broke out by the main dining hall, and you rolled your eyes as you fidgeted with your tankard. “Idiots, the lot of them,” you murmured over the ruckus, and Rose, the plump and aged barwench looked up at you from her chopping board, a sly smile on her thin lips. “What?”

“Whip ‘em into shape, lass,” she said simply, as though you could click your fingers and bring them to heel – which, you could, but you did not need the village to know that. Not if you wanted to remain in this festering, livestock ridden, peaceful abode.

You grinned, a wolfish thing but full of wry humour. “Now Rose, that’s just not how a lady works in these parts, is it?”

It wasn’t. Not unless you wanted to be tried for witchcraft and sorcery – drawn and quartered, or hung from a post at the village entry. The fate that befit many of your sisters before you made a shiver ripple down your spine, and you grimaced.

“Lass, you best get,” Rose cautioned as she glanced over at the rowdy soldiers. The next words she uttered were from the corner of her mouth. “I don’t want you getting caught up in their mess.”

Rose was the only sanctum in this damned place – aged, wise, and perceptive, she recognised the signs for what they were, and the cunning woman worked out that you were a sorceress within days. After all, it wasn’t normal for swallows, song birds, or deer to leap and bound after any normal villager; nor was it normal for wherever you roamed to spring new life, flora and fauna alike.

You glanced over your shoulder at the boisterous soldiers, and sighed heavily. “Yes, you’re right.” The stool scraped loudly, and Rose smiled at you, a bag outstretched in offering. “What’s this?”

“A gift, for the help you have lent me, love,” she said softly, a knowing glint in her eye. “Helga has never been better, and it’s thanks to you.”

“Oh,” you breathed. Helga, a heifer that supplied the tavern with milk, had been under the weather and ill producing any product. An afternoon in her pen with soothing words and concoctions had done her wonders, if you guessed by the churning of butter and flagons of milk. “You didn’t have to-”

“Nonsense.” Rose pushed the bag into your hands and you were helpless but to accept. “Take it and enjoy them–hell, you are the only one here that is grateful for my food, let alone eat it without complaint.”

A smirk pulled at your lips, and you slyly took a few steps back. “You say that as though you don’t eat your own cooking…”

“Get,” Rose snapped, brandishing a wooden spoon at you. “And I don’t want you back here ‘till tomorrow!”

“Have a good night,” you called, laughing as Rose kept the spoon trained on your retreating figure.

The night air was pungent with the stench of livestock manure and stale beer, but the undertones of crisp herbs and soft flowers filled your senses, overburdening the rot with life that you controlled at your fingertips. The very gift of life hadn’t been given to all those of who practised, it was a rare gift that the fates bestowed upon you, much to your chagrin.

To give and to take the life essence of another was both a blessing and a curse – for when you took a life, one that was burdened with pain, it weighed on you heavier than the world on your shoulders. To give life, breathe the karma into something that would have otherwise been damned, it gave you a purpose.

It was why you trained to be a healer, one that excelled in the craft of mending wounds and curing ailments. No one ever questioned how you were so adept and proficient in your work, either. You were thanked profusely and you were given gifts, then forgotten about until the next villager or animal needed your help.

You supposed that time would run out soon enough. The soldiers of the Eternal Flame and the captains of the Nilfgaard forces never rested – borrowed time was the curse of healing, because for all that you healed and helped others, the closer they loomed.

And leaving the putrid village, the one you had grown to both love and loathe in equal measure, filled you with a bitter sadness and a tainted joy. Rose, Helga, the elderly spinster that was your neighbour, the small children down the lane — what would they do without you?

You continued to wander down the lane, avoiding the puddles of mud and piles of mess, when the small cottage you called home came into view. The shawl over your shoulders tightened across your shoulders in your grip, and a sigh of relief fell from your lips.

Home – where you could drop the facade and recharge after sharing the presence of drunkards and fools all evening.

Suddenly, a small meow came from the bushes along the edge of the lane, and you smiled at the sound. “Shani, little one,” you whispered, kneeling on the verge of dirt and grass. “There you are. Come.”

White fur shone under the warm light of the torch a little ways away, and then piercing blue eyes peered through the brambles – bright and curious. “Hello, Shani–come on, let’s get home.”

She complied, and with a huff and a sneeze, she pulled herself out from the leaves; fur ruffled and streaked with dirt. You couldn’t help the warmth that bloomed in your chest at the sight of her – days had gone by, and you suspected the fearless feline was starving for both food and affection. “Did you clear out the barn for Darius, little one?”

A chirp was your answer, and you nodded. “Right then. A hard working woman such as yourself deserves a treat. I bought you some fish from the market.” Tail high in the air, you watched Shani trot away towards the front door of your home, a steady stream of purrs and chitters along the way.

The welcoming heat from the fireplace engulfed your whole being as the door to your cottage swung open, and the strong scent of herbs and potions followed soon after. “Home sweet home,” you hummed, taking a moment to hang the shawl from your shoulders up onto the hook in the entryway.

It was a simple home. A small kitchen lined with many shelves and cupboards, all of which were full to the brim with spices and fruits, scattered the walls and space. To the left of the entryway there was a small seating area with a bookshelf lined with hypothecary books and beastaries of all shapes and sizes.

Behind a small cloth in the furthest corner in your cottage, however, in a separate bookshelf, lay a forbidden tome of Witcher magic – knowledge acquired only from the long lineage of mages in your family tree.

Decades, even centuries ago, it was said your lineage worked closely with the monster slayers in the prime of the Conjunction of Spheres – where horrors that blurred the line of reality and dreamscape ventured into your world and left it ravaged, torn, and broken.

For years your grandfather-grandfather’s worked on trials and concoctions to create the ultimate saviour, for which they had succeeded. And they would have stayed successful if fury hadn’t consumed the men that had been turned into weapons against their will.

Retribution and revenge had become their way once they rose up and took back what they were owed – their own lives.

You hadn’t blamed them, if you were honest. Taken and enslaved against their will, forced through the most painful and excruciating trials known to humanity at the time, and then forced into more trials of combat with hellish creatures for which less than half survived.

It went against every fibre of your morality to even think of the abhorrent practices of your ancestors, and with that final flash of guilt, you turned towards your chambers – they of which were opposite that corner of shame.

Moonlight filtered in through the small windows and casted long shadows over the wooden floor as you settled into a comfortable chair for some night time ready. The flames of candles placed about the room flickered and danced as you read, the book in your hand completely enrapturing you. The soft touch of fur under your fingers was the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

Shani was purring contentedly, sleepy from a belly full of fish, when she suddenly perked up – the movement so fast it knocked your book from your hands. “Little one, goodness–what is it?”

A shuffling sound came from outside, and you stared at the door, the sudden feeling of flight or fight pulling you deep, deep from your instincts. The skin of your palms crackled and glowed an amber that lit up the corner of the room you occupied, and your eyes — once dull and entirely human — flashed crimson with magic.

It had been so long since you had needed to tap into your more aggressive stores of magic. People left you well enough alone, and creatures, both monster and predatory, were put off by protective runes. It would not be a beast.

Trespassing on a Sorceress’ lair was a fatal mistake. If this truly was a vagabond, or heaven forbid, a bandit, they would pay the ultimate price.

Hoofbeats sounded along the stoned path of your cottage, and you heard a low nicker of worry. The sound disarmed you, and your gaze flickered between the arched back of Shani, and the front door.

The gift of communicating with animals had served you very well in the past, you remembered. Cautiously, you opened your mind – the current of thought flowing from it to the creatures around you.

Unheard by any humans, you barked a loud command. “Halt!” It echoed off the walls, bouncing from animal to animal, its effect instantaneous.

The horse, strong and proud by the assurity of its steps, came to an abrupt stop. The ensuing silence was interrupted by a low groan of pain, the clink of metal, and creak of worn leather.

“Fuck,” a deep voice hissed. “Keep going, Alpine.”

Human. And a man, by the sound of it, and he was in agony — the currents of pain he emanated were anything to go by. Another curse of being a healer with an acute touch.

An almighty crash sounded just outside your door, and you stiffened.

“Goddammit,” the voice cursed, followed by the sound of dragging feet. “You brought me here, Alpine? Of all the places you could have–? What’s a peasant going to do-” There was a pause in his accusations. He moaned lowly in pain, then, “Don’t you fucking look at me like that, you nag.”

The quip almost made you laugh, if it wasn’t for the bubbling fear deep in your guts.

A sudden bang on the door made you jump.

“Who’s there?” you yelled, clenching your fists so the energy that flowed from them crackled and burned the air around you. Before the man could utter an answer, you heard them fall to the floor once more, followed by a guttural groan of pain.

The whinny of fear from the horse forced you into action, and you hastened to the door – if it were a trap, you could dispatch of the intruder with a snap of your fingers, but something spurred you closer. To hear such distress from an animal fractured your soul, and you made it your purpose in life to stop suffering; not prolong it.

Iron and sweat was all you could smell in the air as you neared the door, and you prayed for strength, summoning it from within. The power of it made your eyes burn in your sockets, but it tempered your fear – if the intruder were to see you were a powerful Sorceress and one to not be trifled with, you could both leave this encounter unscathed.

The door creaked open, and you gasped, “By the Fates!”

The slumped figure of the intruder looked up at you from the ground, his face streaked with blood, mud, and some kind of purple liquid that seeped down his jaw and neck. The leather and chained armour plates over his shoulders and chest fared no better.

His eyes, unnaturally bright and with dark slits for pupils – this was no ordinary man, you realised quickly. “You’re a Witcher,” you breathed, your hand covering your mouth in shock. “What in heavens-”

“Alpine brought me to you,” he rasped, and a trickle of blood fell from the corner of his mouth. “I can’t fathom why-” A wet cough interrupted him, and you watched, horrorstruck, as his gloved hand came away from his mouth covered in blood. “I need shelter to heal,” he continued, his voice strained with an onset of pain. “I will pay you–just, I need to-”

You eyed the swords on his back with apprehension, but you were no monster, silver would not work on you. Steel, however, would. The tales of the butchers that still roamed the Continent fresh in your mind, the warnings against engaging with a rogue Witcher still blared through your rational mind.

But he was hurt.

Witchers, while not immortal, were hardy brutes. It took a lot to take one down, and once in a state of near death – like the man seemed to be before you – they were rumoured to become frenzied in a last ditch effort to take as many down with them.

It was not a fate destined for a Witcher, to die cosily in his bed.

“You will not hurt me?” you asked quietly, the crackling of your palms drawing the icy gaze of the stranger. A look of recognition flashed through his taut expression, and you knew your secret was exposed.

He shook his head. “No.”

You glanced up at the horse that stood watching a few paces away, the once white coat of the steed bloodied and filthy with grime. Their gaze met yours, and it screamed of a plea to help, to help my human.

Sighing, you looked back down at the man sprawled at your feet. “Inside,” you commanded. “If you cannot manage, I will bewitch you.”

“I can manage,” he gritted out, his jaw clenched.

You blinked and stepped back into your cottage, guard still up as you watched him falter and sway to his feet, the lack of noise suspicious, though upon closer inspection, it looked like the Witcher was biting his tongue – if he hadn’t already bitten clean through it. His build was massive, bigger than the lumberjacks and hunters of your village, and if he wasn’t bleeding all over your floor, you would have called him handsome.

“Where are you wounded–is it deep?” you asked, pointing at the cot just visible behind a curtain. It was where you treated villagers, normally. The Witcher limped past you, his bulk still swaying with each step. “Is that even your own blood?”

“Yes,” he snapped, brows furrowed. “I will not be here long.”

You considered him a moment, and you frowned. There was no way that he would wander out your door by sunrise, not if the Witcher’s renowned ability of regeneration and healing were true – it would take him days to recover from this alone. “You are not going anywhere.”

The look in his eyes startled you into silence. “And what do you propose? You are a Sorceress that is beyond protective of her lair, and I am a Witcher. We cannot and will not coalesce–not if your damned cat keeps staring at me like that.”

Shani hissed and moved closer to your ankles, the bristle of her fur felt even through the fabric of your gown. “For a Witcher that has faced dragons and other beasts-”

“There is no such thing as dragons,” he hissed, glaring at you.

You couldn’t help the quirk of your lips. “Alright. For a Witcher that has faced many a beast in the wilderness and gotten his fair share of coin for it,” you said, eyeing his expression that morphed into something impassive. “You seem awfully afraid of a cat.”

“Just-” He licked his lips and gingerly sat down on the cot. “Look, I will not linger. As soon as the sun rises, I will be gone, and you’ll have a fat purse of coins for your trouble. Deal?”

A pregnant pause echoed louder than the roar of a troll, and you found yourself growing impatient. “Fine. But I will clean your wounds before you retire. Alpine-” The snort at your open window gave you pause, and you looked over to see the white steed peering in from the outside. “Hello, beautiful,” you whispered, and the horse looked at you, their eyes soft.

“Alpine is… She is tricky,” the Witcher sighed. “The bloody mare can be steadfast against a pack of ghouls and alghouls, but as soon as she senses distress from a nearby human or even me, she becomes a mother hen. It is infuriating.”

“She is just doing her job,” you said, still looking at the mare. “A steed that cannot stand suffering, but yet, she carries a butcher on her back. The irony.”

You glanced at the Witcher to gauge a reaction, and you were not wrong to do so – a pinched expression, as though the mention of the title of the rogue Witchers pained him even more than his still weeping wounds. “I am not one of them.”

“Really?”

“No, I am not–believe it or call me a liar, a fool,” he said determinedly, gripping the edge of the cot so the leather of his gloves creaked. “But I cannot–will not allow myself to become a monster. Not after all I have seen and done, and by the Fates, I have seen enough and inflicted enough pain for my lifetime.”

Moments passed as you stared at him, the silence echoing loudly against your ears, until, “If you no longer wish for me to be here, please allow me at least a moment to catch my breath. Fates know when I will be able to stop next.”

“No,” you cut in, crossing your arms. “You will lay on that cot once I have done what I can, and you will rest. I cannot turn down a being in pain. And while you are not human, that doesn’t mean you deserve to suffer.”

Icy eyes met yours, and you could have sworn you’d seen a smile on his lips. It was then you noticed that his hair, while coated with grime, was actually a mix of typical silver – an attribute caused by the mutations that your ancestors created – with black streaks.

You decided to table the question for later, and you turned to fetch your satchel of salves and ointments from the other room.

“I did not realise this was a Sorceress’ cottage,” the Witcher ventured suddenly. “You seem so detached from the village–though I am glad Alpine brought me here. At least, you look strong enough to overpower if you were to decide to attack or kill me.”

A scoff left your throat before you could master the impulse, and you shook your head. You fussed about in your shelves for bottles and jars, when you heard the wet slap of soaked armour hit the wooden floor by the cot, and you asked over your shoulder, “What monster caused this?”

“Archespore,” he replied. “I was trying to get a group of children that were foolish enough to play in the woods safely back home, when it sprung from the ground.”

“By the Fates,” you said again. “Were they okay?”

“Yes, they ran for the village when the ground shook.”

“At least they were unharmed,” you whispered, and the Witcher hummed an agreement. “You did not tell me your name, by the way.”

The cot creaked as the Witcher moved, and you appeared in the doorway to find him placing his swords on the rickety wooden chair by the bed. “Bucky.”

“Bucky,” you drawled, placing the satchel on the cot. “Strong name. Where are you from?”

“I don’t remember,” Bucky mumbled.

“Well then,” you sighed, sitting beside the Witcher. “You better put up with my ravings as I tend to your wounds.”

Bucky huffed and rolled his eyes, but turned away from you so you would have better access to his back – the skin was bloodied and torn, but underlying all the wounds lay scars. Each raised line of skin told a story, a gruesome tale, but you were fascinated with how the scars grew in number closer to his left shoulder.

The skin was mottled and puckered, angry with lines and lumps of white, shiny tissue that had healed so jaggedly you suspected this was not an accidental inflection — no, this was torture induced, brutal, brutal torture.

Whip lines cascaded down his flank, and your fingers itched and twitched with the compulsion to heal. It wouldn’t work, though, the skin far too damaged and long healed over, as mangled as it had done so.

A heavy sigh made your shoulders sag, and you reached out to touch a still weeping wound, the crackle of your magic filling the air until you stopped to stare at the side of Bucky’s head, who was determinedly avoiding your eyes.

Miracles were something gifted by the Fates, and just this once, you had no way of mustering the strength to ask for one — Bucky had suffered enough. A ritualistic ceremony would only cause the Witcher more pain and anguish.

“Your scars tell a tale many do not live to regale, Witcher,” you whispered, awestruck with the possibilities as your fingertips danced over his bare skin. “One day, I hope the pain of them no longer burdens you.”

Silence was your only answer, so you soldiered on – salve and ointment in hand.

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