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sttoru · 4 months

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‘the king of curses doesn’t like sharing. especially not when it comes to his partner.’

☀︎｜tags. heian era!sukuna x female reader. sfw/fluff ? ig. set in the heian era, duh. jealousy & possessive themes. size difference (reader gets referred to as small!). tried to be realistic w/ sukuna’s characterisation so. . . don’t be surprised to read about him killing somebody. therefore, mentions of blood. reader is implied to have a fear of blood (dw sukuna takes care of it teehee). reader gets called 'brat'. not beta read; this sucks ass.

you were taking a stroll outside of the estate, the hem of the floral kimono you’re wearing lightly dragging along behind you. the weather was perfect with not a single cloud in sight.

a pair of silent footsteps follow yours and you sigh. even though it was an usual occurrence, you still aren’t used to having one of sukuna’s servants at your side at all times. your over protective lover insisted that it was for your own ‘safety’. as if anything or anyone could harm you whilst you stay within the four walls of the estate far up in the mountains.

sukuna is continuously busy and thus decided to assign you a personal maid that accompanies you and takes care of your every need when he isn’t able to. well - looking at the bright side of things - at least she tries her best to hide her presence from you. she tags along silently and only speaks when spoken to.

you stop near a sakura tree and tilt your head back to admire its beauty. after a few minutes pass, you hear a different pair of footsteps walking up your way. you turn your head and see a familiar male servant approaching you with his head held low.

his hands were holding onto a platter with a cup of warm tea and a few of your favorite delicacies. the brown-haired man greets you politely. maybe a bit too politely as his voice carries a bright smile, “good afternoon, my lady.”

you return the greeting with a smile of your own. it was like you to treat the servants around the estate with kindness and care — a total opposite of the king of curses. you take a pastry from the platter and look back up at the man, “thank you for bringing me these. i appreciate it greatly.”

the way you treat the ones of lower status has always been an admirable trait of yours. it might have stirred some forbidden feelings for you in the heart of the male servant. he knows that it was impossible - he’d seen how easily sukuna gets rid of those who get too close to you.

but, he isn’t here. the king of curses isn’t present in the current moment. the brown-haired male shifts in his place a little, fingernails digging into the material of the plate he was holding. he was going to do it — no one could hold him back. not even the maid who stood a couple steps away.

“y-you look very beautiful, my lady.” the servant stutters and bows his head at you. you are surprised to hear such a flattering sentence leave the lips of the man in front of you. none of the men around you had dared to be this straightforward in ages. they all knew the possible consequences that such actions could bring after all.

perhaps it was due to the absent intimidating presence of your lover. still, you can’t help but feel grateful. you giggle softly, covering your mouth with your free hand, “thank you so much.”

the male servant gulps at the sound of your laughter. ‘oh, how lucky the king of curses is - to have such a beautiful woman at his side,’ the man thought to himself. he was sure that he could treat you better than the indifferent sukuna himself.

he hesitates to continue the conversation for a second. there was an urge deep within him; to ask if you’d like to have some tea with him in the dining area. it would be extremely bold and maybe way out of line considering that you’re taken.

but, the way you reacted to his earlier compliment gave him a huge confidence boost. one that would sooner or later send him to his grave.

“would you perhaps be interested in joining me for a drink, my lady?” the servant asks and anything that happens after that instant, is all but a blur.

you can’t process the next few moments as everything happens way too fast. the last thing you remember seeing, was the servant before you. a sudden gust of wind passes by and the sounds of quick slashes fill your ears. you couldn’t figure out anything else as your vision gets blocked by something. or rather - someone.

a familiar and large hand covers the back of your head. the scent of the person holding you is also oddly familiar—a certain scent that made a shiver run down your spine from both excitement and light fear.

“sukuna?” you guess and guess correctly. your voice was muffled due to your face being smushed against his torso. you didn’t yet understand what happened, so you try to pull your body away from the king of curses, only for his grip on you to tighten.

sukuna’s face was as emotionless as ever. his eyes look down at the pile of blood near your feet — what was once a human being had now turned into nothing but a pure crimson liquid.

“foolish. absolutely foolish.” the king of curses grumbles, his tone filled with disgust. he doesn’t soften the grip on your body for even a moment. one of his four arms holds you captive against him, his hand firmly yet somehow tenderly cradling your head just above his midriff, “it seems that i cannot leave this place for a single second.”

sukuna glances at your personal maid who had been bowing to him the moment he appeared out of thin air. she could feel his piercing gaze on her and knew exactly what to do without being told: to clean up the mess that stained the garden’s pavement.

“sukuna,” you try to move your head again, but was still restricted. you let out a small whine in response. you just wanted to see your lover after spending an entire day without him. any thoughts about that servant from earlier had long vanished, “i want to see you. can i?”

the request is an innocent one. there isn’t a visible change in sukuna's expression, but the way you asked him that was quite. . . endearing, if he were to explain it. he would comply if it wasn’t for the literal bloodbath he created. which he doesn’t want you to witness.

“not yet.” he replies and effortlessly uses one of his arms to pick your small body up. your lover notices how you try to steal a glimpse at the scene behind you while he moves you around in his embrace. he grunts and gently smacks the back of your head, “no peeking, brat. do as told.”

sukuna knows how much you hate the sight of blood. he's being considerate towards you — even if you do not realise that just yet. however, he also does not have a single regret about murdering that servant. it was to be expected. anybody who dares to make a move on his woman should suffer his wrath.

plus, it's not like you don't know about sukuna's ruthless actions. you’ve come to get used to them; more and more male servants keep dissappearing without a trace after they’ve been ‘too friendly' with you. it's easy to guess who’s behind those disappearances.

it doesn’t bother you in the slightest. as long as you don't see it happening and as long as you get to stay under sukuna's care and protection - you don’t mind.

“can i look now?” you huff after sukuna has carried you away from the garden. the king of curses clicks his tongue at your impatience.

he sighs deeply before allowing you back on your own two feet, “i do not understand why you’re so adamant on looking at me, but fine.”

you waste no time and immediately open your eyes. your gaze doesn’t wander off towards your surroundings—it instantly settles on sukuna. he looked the same as usual; there was not a single change about his appearance and yet you find yourself smiling at the sight of him.

“i missed you.” you hug your lover and feel him returning the gesture a few seconds later. he looks the other way and may seem indifferent to your display of affection, though the man was secretly grateful for it. for you in general.

“mhm.” sukuna lets out a small noise of acknowledgment and that is all you get out of him. he doesn’t have to say much; his body automatically does the talking. he squeezes your body against his — your small frame disappearing behind his beefy arms.

the king of curses doesn’t understand why, but the way your eyes sparkle when looking at him, intrigues him. sukuna had never seen another human look at him like that before after all. they all cower in fear; except for you. you don’t show a single ounce of fear. thus why you are something - someone - he must keep for himself.

he has and will never have any intent on sharing you with anyone. you’re his, for as long as he exists.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #jjk fluff #sukuna x y/n #jjk x y/n #female reader

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theoccultz · 1 year

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What others notice about you ,that you are unaware of ?

#Dark reading

can be triggering,as we are talking about the subconscious thoughts of others

Your energy and how you come across, energy field is very interesting so i decided to make one with this theme.

General tarot *in depth *reading.

Let me know if it resonates (:

Pics not mine credits to their rightful owners

Smile . Thunder. String.

Pile Smile :1010

3 of pentacles (r),Six of swords , judgement, justice(r),2of swords (r).

>Spirit animal -cheetah

People feel like you are meant to make things happen you could be seen as a good team worker who have resources they notice how others wants to be associated with you this pile has this energy :i may be silent but do not mess: people are cautious about you they feel like they need to keep an eye like you may be silent but you can expose their secrets i feel like you may look a little bit dull or have prominent eyes and long thick hairs ? People also feel like you are highly educated and respected so it will be hard to spread rumors abt you as they may seem stupid after they try to do so because you have people defending you like they do not believe anything about you easily

They feel like you are the type of person who works alone or is kind of aloof from others they dont feel like you want to interact with them and it makes them a little bit curious and sad i feel like people dont know you but they have heard of you like personally you wouldn't open up easily people could see you a little bit sad too like it fucks their mind , people see that you can switch up on them .

I cant help but notice how others see so much possibilities but they are unable to pick one they feel like you have different characters and you only stay with people who are closed of ?patient or introverted like you ? People are kind of insecure around you its like they are not confident enough to approach to make a talk so they project onto you ,you may have mars in ascendant,or jupiter square moon that makes your energy and your achievements hidden from the outside world , people want to be in your good books ?

People also feel like you can humble them , hurt them if they say anything wrong that might dissapoint you its like they want your validation you might be the type of person who's kind of a mystery and you shine when its time to show your abilities like the only intern who can make the deal happen even though you dont have much experience.... but its your skills that you play with ,we didnt get the magician here ,energy is quite leaning towards it. You have that clarity and directions to guide others and one wrong step ;could get you angry ? People feel like maybe you ignore others lmao....You may study or analyse others ? Hmm like you know their business yet they are unaware of yours so it makes them to think you may be involved but keep it hidden from others ;that you know what they talk about,what damagies they did to others?they feel like you can expose them lol others are very quick to draw judgements but its all surface level here .

My take:I remember that anime( classroom assasination) that blue haired guy yeah exactly that character if i associate you with one .

Chanelled song:

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Pile Thunder:222

Wheel of fortune , knight of cups (r),the world ,king of cups ,2 of cups

Spirit animal:Kangaroo

People think you are sweet and helpful they think you may get hurt easily or you wear your heart on your sleeves ,its like you cant hide what you feel whether you are annoyed whether you feel joyful .Your energy is very peaceful even though i can see you might have hard time to make a decision ,others see you as "lucky" and "cute" they might be a little envious abt it tho,dont overshare anything about yourself.

People see as clumsy ,you'll be the first to lend your shoulders to someone without expecting anything in return-they feel like you are connected to your inner child ,they also feel like you are a chatter box lol ,you are still learning and growing so theres this energy like people want to protect you and they want to make your day better ,they can see others expect a lot from you, i dont know if you are social worker or not but older people feel very drawn to your energy they feel like you can understand them that you look out for them? and that is magic for me personally .....because its hard to match other generation energy and on top of that they feel like you understand them ,they feel like you know how to enjoy life and have fun,if someone betrays you karma comes and bite their ass *its legit what i heard*people see that you a courageous and fearless

I feel like they think you have a good balance of your emotions and you take accountability about it as well people feel like you are the justice type of a person who could do no wrong neither can afford seeing someone in that state , people feel protected in your presence like you can cut a bitch in half if they mess with you ,they also feel like you are anxious or indecisve at times like you need support oh my goodness pile 2. People naturally love you ,you dont have to work hard for their love its good that you know your worth. You may also teach ?you may be open-minded towards others .you look young? Its giving me young blood vibes here

People see you as someone who works hard , someone with a different sense of fashion and interest they feel like you have a dad humour they feel like you can be happy with yourself and that you dont need others ,you are giving and a hard to read kind of person they dont know what step will you take next yet they trust you they feel kind of annoyed when you keep things to yourself *thats so sweet*

Hmm the darkside of this pile could be obsession if i'm being honest tbh if others wants to keep you to themselves then they may get aggresive ,attached , demand yoir time or over protective in that case just cut em off you have inner strength and you can do it, just cut off weirdos and dont trust others easily wait until they prove themselves.

My take: this was light-hearted and sweet af i was getting simp energy as well ,very appreciative comments like people are protective over you just know it ××

If i had to associate you with a character its tinker bell -looks fragile is street smart .

Song i channelled:

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Pile String:5458

Ace of wands (r),Nine of wands ,page of pentacles,the empress,5 of wands

Spirit animal-Leopard

The empress speaks for itself -

Oh the big di*k energy look pile #3 no one's fucking with you lets be honest here people notice you and you know it very well ,others can feel your presence,they might stare at you a lot because everyone wants to be in the trend like they wanna know what others are looking at, its like you keep others on the edge.

I juat see you minding your own business but you can be nasty if others wrong you , people notice how you are not afraid to stand up for yourself and correct back ,fire rules your energy , people can see you are action oriented you aren't afraid to step up your game or even leave others behind who's not doing their job properly,you may be the type of person who calls out "nonsense " you dont care whether its a person in power you just know one thing and thats equality ,i feel like people see you as a leader you might feel like people are dependent on you or others choose you mostly for project & stuff its because they know you'll get it done

People feel like you are devils advocate it might be risky to get closer to you but the risk is worth it TBH i see people in background for this pile your energy is loud and up in the face so thats intimidating others prefer to keep their distance theres a lot of envy pile 3 i dont care what you think but you are known if you are aware or not ,you have a lot of people who wants to get closer to you ,they think you know it from the amount of attention you get even if you are an introvert its just the energy which is overwhelming and excitement kind of .

I was getting ring vibe a little bit sassy ,likes to do things for yourself,go out to restaurants alone uff.... idk why others feel like you can start a fight or jump in one 😭☠️they feel like you have principles which you stick by ;you may be a sports person I'm getting recrds !!! Others see you as someone who expresses what they feel either verbally or with expressions like they know this person is annoyed or chill depending on their mood ,feel like people might sugarcoat when they talk to you because they dont want to upset you ?! Weird...

People feel like you have got it all and you are extremely giving to your lovers? you are a great partner who values individuality,you can put your ego aside and apologise you are a sincere person who's willing to make things right i feel like your love language may be physical touch or gift giving, people feel abundant in your energy like a good buddy who they can confide in , have awkward moments together , Others feel like its better when they get to know you as the illusions of projection shatters ,you are someone who's peaceful within yourself and others wish to be like you ,you might travel a lot ?

My take: oh what an energy i feel energized

You might have chiron in 1st house,leo venus ,sun square pluto , Taurus mars,north.node trine saturn ,cancer moon ?! I dont feel like its a chaotic energy at all ,you might talk or type fast that was random lolz .

If i had to associate you with a character it will be that red guy from cars .

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Thanks for reading!! Have a good day .

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byeol-ssi · 2 years

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Byeol~ I hope you're having a lovely time wherever you are!! You can do this when you're not busy, but I wanted to make a drabble request with the "there's only one bed" prompt with Ayato and Childe <33 I'm stuck between Diluc and Scaramouche (since your characterization for them is to die for) so you can choose whoever you like more for the last. Thank you so much and have a good time!

underneath twilight ♡ part one

✦ ayato. childe. diluc. scaramouche. x gn!reader | part two.

✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW) + various tropes.

ayato *. ⋆ lord and employee relationship

your eyes bounce between the extravagant king-sized bed and sofa. immediately, you make a beeline for the latter and promptly sit down on it.

as you fluff the cushions on the sofa, AYATO's shadow casts over where you are. aside from his clean, familiar scent that was enough to scramble your brain whenever it enveloped you, he was the only other person in the room.

the room he insisted you stay in — reasoning that it was reckless for you to sleep with the other male housekeepers, and that no one would wait on him.

wasn't it the same though, staying in the same room as him? you wanted to question, but refrained, biting your tongue instead. he'd most likely find another way to have the last word. he always did.

you look up at him, folding your hands in your lap and offering him a polite bow. "i bid you goodnight, milord. please do not hesitate to wake me if you require anything."

ayato hums, tilting his head in your direction playfully, before elegantly taking a seat next to you. he crosses his legs, blatantly making himself comfortable.

you blink dumbly. what was he up to now? squirming slightly under his gaze, you cautiously approach, "my lord?"

"go ahead. sleep," he taunts airily. his voice drops an octave lower when he follows his challenge with, "i'll move you to the bed once you do."

your stomach knots furiously, and it only worsens when he leans in abruptly. the commissioner seemed to have no concept of personal space, as he always lingered a little too close — never at a distance that could allow you to form coherent thoughts.

the only problem was, you didn't mind this as much as you should have.

"is that what you were hoping for?" he asks, tone changing from teasing to innocent so startlingly it almost gave you whiplash.

but after working alongside him for several years, you knew that ayato was never innocent — no matter how much he tried to hide it behind an innocuous facade composed of eloquence, grace, and close-lipped smiles.

"i wouldn't dare!" you refute a tad too late. and with the cheery grin on his face, he knows you had considered it. sputtering out, "i could not possibly allow you to sleep here!"

"i never mentioned that i would." he stands up, finally giving you a chance to breathe again, and makes a show of clambering into bed. laying on his side, his eyes shone with a gleam you were all-too-familiar with. "i'll stay right here. beside you."

the long whoosh of air that gets knocked out of you a second time leaves you speechless, and all you could do was stare at him, open-mouthed, from where you sat.

when you don't move, ayato sighs. "would you rather i turn this into an order?" he says it good-naturedly, though you knew firsthand that he'd make do with this threat. "i will not lay a hand on you. quite frankly, i cannot be bothered with the paperwork if you do report me for harassment."

and even though ayato was never innocent, he's never placed you in harm's way. so, you slowly make your way to the bed with your back against the wall, arms slightly raised in apprehension.

still, you wonder if you could get away with strangling him in his sleep. you're pretty sure you'd be doing everyone a favor. perhaps a generous reward awaits you from guuji yae.

ayato only tracks your figure with a lazy, amused smile. like a fox waiting for its prey.

eventually, you find yourself under the covers. exhausted from today's activities and not wanting to deal with the man next to you, you fall asleep rather quickly after a murmured goodnight.

propping his head in his fist, he gingerly pulls the blanket closer below your chin. his hand lingers there for a second, thinking about how easily you'd fallen into his whims.

his hand trails down to your jawline, tracing it as you slept. his heart is barely beating when a content sigh leaves your lips, feeling as if he could stay in this moment forever.

in this moment, where you felt within his reach. and although you always were, given your occupation, tonight felt like he was hanging by a thin thread — suspended in time.

a place where status did not matter. a place where he did not have to mind prying eyes, and meddlesome mouths. a place where, even while you were asleep, his touch could cause you such contentment.

and that was enough for him.

for now, at least.

childe *. ⋆ childhood friends to lovers

"leave that for tomorrow," CHILDE complains, calling out to you from the other side of the room.

"i know, i know," you mutter to yourself, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you finally switch the lights close. "'m coming."

it's almost pitch-black, and the cool weight of evening and fatigue fall on your shoulders. only silhouettes dance within the shadows as you maneuver in the dark to locate your bed.

your knees hit the edge of its frame, and you pat the surface blindly. childe lets out a small grunt, "that was my stomach," he all but wheezes.

"sorry," you snickered, not sounding a bit apologetic.

childe coming over to sleep was nothing new. the two of you were inseparable when you were younger, and you shared many other things besides a bed growing up.

that is until he disappeared from your life for quite a while, and this little sleepover would mark the first time in a long time again.

though not much has truly changed.

he's still insisted that you take the side that's right next to the wall, with him closest to the door. he explained that he'd be able to protect you much more quickly if ever someone intruded.

and like before, you're always the last to come to bed, so you always find yourself crawling over him to get to your spot.

but the passage of time does not keep everything the same. it's inevitable — something that goes by unnoticed when you don't pay attention. not until the shifts are right in front of you.

because now, you've forgotten that childe's taller. much broader. and before you realize it, you clumsily fall over half of his body. he lets out a second grunt that night, and with a strength you don't recall he possessed before, he keeps you there by draping an arm over your hip.

you strain your head up to look at him, the tip of your nose brushing his neck. this too, seemed like a new development. one you weren't overly opposed to. hesitantly, you whisper, "childe ... ?"

"stay there," he mumbles, releasing you momentarily to fix your positions and the blanket over both of you. you bury your face in his neck as he holds you in an attempt to become snug.

"good?" he asks quietly. his fingers thread in your hair, featherlight touches as they dance atop your scalp.

you hum an affirmative reply, clinging to his shirt just a little more.

"good." there's a fond lilt in his voice, and you knew that he'd probably give you shit about this tomorrow morning, but you couldn't help it.

despite the changes, despite all the years that passed, he still felt warm and familiar. solid and safe.

"i didn't know you missed me this much," he teases. apparently, he couldn't wait until tomorrow.

"i did," you admit, and childe is partly taken aback, not expecting you to humor him with blunt honesty. "more than you know."

the arm around you tightens, pulling you even closer to his side. feigning his laid-back demeanor, he easily replies with, "oh, i know."

you huff, managing a retort despite your weariness. "you're so annoying."

he laughs, and you feel his entire upper body shake. his hand goes to your upper arm, rubbing it up and down mindlessly. "but you love me."

"i do," you whisper. the confession is so delicate — so raw — that his hand stills in their movements while sleep drags you deeper into its hold. "more than you know."

vaguely, you feel him angle his head to look down on you. something damp presses against your forehead so lightly, that you almost believe that you were dreaming already.

but childe's lips murmur against your forehead.

"i love you more." he breathes.

diluc *. ⋆ fake dating

DILUC pinches the bridge of his nose in aggravation. he didn't account for how kaeya and the others would actually go this far.

it started with a straightforward proposition. a simple scheme to get elzer and kaeya off his back, but he didn't foresee this far ahead into the future, nor considered this possibility.

a future where you're both forced to share a room since you were parading around as "lovers" in mondstadt.

"i'm really sorry," you began, and diluc hates the way you sound so remorseful. this wasn't even your fault, as it was him who'd stupidly roped you into this entire predicament. "i could ask the front desk if they have another spare room, but they might find out that we separated ways."

and he hates that it's still him, his reputation, his well-being, that you were considering to the very end. "i don't care. i would much rather have you sleep comfortably instead of keeping up with this act. i can sleep on the floor or move rooms —"

"it's fine!" you blurt out. diluc opens his mouth to protest again, but you hurriedly propose, "we can share! it's just two people sleeping."

with the look on your face, diluc knew you weren't entirely convinced as well. but then you continue with forced indifference lacing your voice, "plus ... this is all just fake, right?"

an arrow pierces through his chest.

"yes," he lies, mouth going dry. the arrow's steel tip digs down a little deeper.

you nod, gifting him with a smile that's meant to reassure him, but diluc only feels dishonorable. after a while of awkwardly shuffling around one another, you feel the bed dip beside you as he finally lies down.

"should i head down and request another blanket?" diluc offers. truly, why would whoever designed this room place an enormously large bed with a single piece of cloth that was half its size?

you swallow nervously, avoiding his eye. "we could also ... share. if you don't mind."

he gives you the tiniest little nod, and before he can spark another argument about moving rooms once more, you scoot closer to his side until you're flush against him.

draping the blanket over both of you, he wonders if you could hear the hammering of his heart in this dead of night. it would be impossible for you not to.

"please sleep well." your words come out muffled from his chest, and your breathing slowly evens out.

he keeps his arm above your shoulder, afraid to wrongly touch you anywhere else.

he's aware that you've both gone too far to go back, and that you're both too terrified to move forward. and with the way he pulls you closer, presses you more tightly against him, even he can't deny that this wasn't just for warmth anymore.

because with every minute that goes by, diluc knows he can't ever let you go. not when you feel like home in his arms.

so he closes his eyes and decides that when the sun rises, he needs to make this all real, somehow.

but that was a promise for tomorrow when you both start anew.

scaramouche *. ⋆ enemies to lovers

"listen, can we please just get this over with?" you plead wearily.

SCARAMOUCHE stood by the edge of the singular bed that you were currently arguing over. exhaustion permeated the air, as today's mission was longer than most — courtesy of your assigned partner, who never failed to give you a migraine — and you definitely did not want to sleep on cold, hard ground tonight.

scaramouche closes his eyes with an irritated click of his tongue, looking as equally exhausted as you did. still, he manages to sneer and say, "and as i said, i'll be taking the bed."

you heave a sigh, massaging your temples. "no, you'll take the floor."

"i won't. do you forget your place? i carry a higher rank than you do."

"fine," you spit out bitterly. "i'll go and ask childe if i can room with him. maybe he won't be an immature ass and actually knows how to fucking share."

that's when his head snaps back to look at you again. bingo. his nostrils flare while he glowers at you — an expression you were practically immune to by now. "i can fucking share."

"see?" you scoff. archons, he was so predictable. "must you always win?"

unbeknownst to you, scaramouche lets that comment slide, distracting himself by rearranging the extra pillows into a line down the middle of the bed, splitting it in half.

because yes, when it comes to you, he'll always win. he wants — needs — to.

he gets in first, and you follow right after without any semblance of fear. it's something that's bothered him up to this very day and is responsible for the tight feeling in his chest whenever in your orbit that he's yet to name or acknowledge at all.

"stay on your fucking side or i will burn this entire place down," scaramouche warns threateningly.

you don't miss a beat when you answer just as rudely, "then we wouldn't have anywhere else to sleep, you idiot."

both of you lay there in stifling silence for a while, both staring up at the ceiling. neither of you questioned the tsaritsa's orders whenever you were forced to work together — but sleeping was a dangerous and vulnerable position to be caught in even if you were technically on the same side.

and it seemed like both of you was aware of that.

"thank you," you express quietly, clearing your throat. your words hang heavily above your head, but you carry on. "i wasn't entirely keen on sharing a room with childe. or anyone else, if i'm being truly honest."

the air shifts ever so slightly, and scaramouche stays silent for three more seconds before he can prevent himself from asking, "because?"

he feels you move to peek at him from the fortress of pillows, and he can nearly imagine the astonishment on your face. as much as he wants to witness it, he keeps his eyes stubbornly trained on the ceiling.

"oh. well, i'm simply not as comfortable with the others unlike when i'm with you," you reveal easily, lying back down.

a feeling of pride surges in his chest.

"and i'm sorry —" you begin before he cuts you off.

"it's ... fine," he responds curtly. the phrase felt so foreign on his tongue. dealing with forgiveness was never his specialty. normally, whoever slighted him never lived to see another day to apologize.

"but are you always this talkative even before you sleep?" he gripes without any real malice to it.

you let out a small, drowsy laugh, and he finds himself enamored with the sound, instead of being vexed. he doesn't fight the urge anymore and turns his head to look at you.

he's grateful he did.

it was the first time he'd seen you laugh, genuinely, without any pretense, and it filled him with another strange, unfamiliar, burst of emotion.

"only with you," you mumble softly, a small smile playing on your lips. "goodnight, idiot."

he merely scoffs at your name-calling, not wanting to presume how affectionate it almost sounded. soon, he allows himself to rest, sleeping soundly for the first time in years.

and neither of you says anything when you both wake up entangled in each other's arms.

the line of pillows gone, boundaries crossed, and sides long forgotten.

✦ byeol’s notes: thank you to the lovely nonnie who requested this! i decided to do them all, my way of saying thanks for being so sweet and i loved the idea! and to my other readers, i'll be back to posting regularly — at least, once a week — if life is kind. ♡

i've been catching up on kdramas and manhwas, so you might've noticed that ayato's part is inspired by that one scene in the business proposal and the duke's cursed charm.

✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! feel free to send any requests in. thank you sm and ily <3

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All of the Wayne kids’ favorite Leaguers: True and Real and Accurate

Dick: Wonder Woman! Bear with me. Please. I think Superman was his favorite BEFORE he met Clark. Once he learned how big of a dork he was, the magic was sort of lost, doubly so when Clark became his unofficial stepdad. Diana? She stayed cool. Not to mention that in his Robin days, she often humored whatever hare-brained impulses he’d get. Please picture Batman’s bewildered expression when he finds Dick dangling from the Watchtower light fixture he specifically designed to be impossible for him to reach. Diana just, -shrug- “He said please.” You threw him Diana. You threw that child. She’d probably still throw him if he asked nicely, hell, she’d probably do it even before he has to ask. It’s ‘Boy Wonder’, not ‘Boy Bat’.

Jason: Black Canary. ‘Wonder Woman is Jason’s fav’ believers PLEASE hear me out. I think that Diana is Jason’s favorite in a ‘celebrity crush’ way, but Dinah is Jason’s favorite in a ‘cool aunt’ way. He met her unofficially at the Watchtower, but actually started hanging out with her thanks to Roy. They both like motorcycles and kicking ass, plus Young Justice having Canary as a therapist melds well with my vision of her helping Jason heal. And I think she’s used to yelling at Bruce on Oliver’s behalf, so it’s no big to do it on Jason’s too.

Tim: The Flash! If Dinah is the cool aunt, Barry is the cool uncle. Guy that shows up at the function with all the best snacks. He might eat half of them himself but damn if he didn’t bring them. In all seriousness, Tim saw pretty great merit in knowing a forensics guy that he can basically talk to anytime he’s stumped with a case without having to go through the “sorry to wake you” song and dance. Barry occasionally gets unhinged texts that are in the vein of “hey can you go about ten minutes back in time and tell past me about _____”. They’re usually pretty low stakes but sometimes there’s just a “got stabbed, do-over?” jumpscare sprinkled in. Bruce will never ever get shit from Barry about kid troubles. That man is a saint in Flash’s eyes.

Cass: Captain Marvel. She didn’t like him at all during their first meeting. For a person that’s good at reading body language, I imagine that seeing genuinely childish behavior on a grown man would be giving some crazy mixed signals. Once she learns that his powers are magic in origin rather than being alien or meta, her mind opens up a little more to the possibility that his exterior appearance might not be indicative of his actual identity. Cass guesses his age by their next proper meeting and makes it her business to keep an eye on him, always asking Bruce about him after he returns from League missions. Your honor, that 7’5” brick wall Champion of Magic is actually just Cass’ little buddy. She’s gonna get him some ice cream or something.

Steph: Green Lantern. Hal and Barry are like uncles, except if Barry is the cool one, Hal is the cringe one. Lucky for Hal, being a boyfailure is a good way to amuse Steph. Those two are gonna spend hours arguing with Bruce just for the hell of it, backing each other up on completely incorrect claims (Steph does it because it’s funny, Hal does it because he believes her). He does get bonus points for bringing her cool space snacks whenever he comes back from trips off-world. One of her favorite foods is a sort of hi-chew/gum thing from some other planet in Sector 2418 that doesn’t dissolve or lose its flavor, even after chewing it for days on end.

Damian: Aquaman. He’s a king. Like, an actual king. And he can communicate with fish. Arthur heard about Damian’s temper from the rest of the Leaguers and straight up does not believe it because every time he’s spoken to Damian, it’s been “hello your majesty can you introduce me to an octopus I have a few questions for it”. This one’s short. But I feel it speaks for itself.

Duke: Superman. Clark was NOT told about Signal taking up the day shift in Gotham until he was flying in to compare notes (read: flirt), with Bruce and met Duke when they both went to intercept a carjacking. Clark tries to be responsible like “I feel obligated to let you know that Batman doesn’t take kindly to metas in his city”, only for Duke to point at the big ol bat on his chest. After that, Duke usually intercepts Big Blue’s flight path anytime he comes into Gotham and the two just kind of hang out and shoot the shit while he does his patrol. Duke is also a little bit stoked to be regularly hanging out with The Superman, but even after the awe wears off, he can’t help but still think of Clark as just a cool, friendly guy. He gets someone to share the airspace with, Clark gets a bat he can stay in the sun with, it’s a win/win all around. Congrats Clark, you got one.

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thotinshield · 3 months

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in the eye of the beholder

Bilbo Baggins knew that he was far too gone the first time Thorin smiled his way. The glint of his teeth, bright beneath the dark-grey of his beard, coupled with the crinkling of his eyes, it all sent Bilbo's heart racing in the most ridiculous way. He wasn't a tween anymore, but that was how it had felt when Thorin had smiled his way.

Oh he was in trouble.

Not that any of it mattered. The fact was that Bilbo wasn't a dwarf and he doubted that Thorin would ever think of him in the way that the hobbit often fantasized about. Long after Erebor had been reclaimed and the battle had been fought, Bilbo hadn't yet left. It was easy to come up with dozens of excuses as to why he hadn't he returned to the Shire. If he had had to, but he hadn't. No one had really questioned why Bilbo had stayed in Erebor this long. He stuck out very much, but his presence seemed to be accepted amongst the general populace of Erebor. He was thankful for that.

Sooner or later, something had to give, though.

He was not expecting it to be Thorin being forced into a marriage. Or, rather, to choose a potential marriage partner. He'd been a bit confused about the whole matter, but that was due to the fact that hobbits did not have marriages arranged. It was a bizarre concept to Bilbo, but it hadn't seemed to faze Thorin at all. Almost like he had been expecting it.

The announcement of the king entertaining suitors had left a twist in his stomach, but it wasn't like Bilbo had any business feeling that way. He had no claim to Thorin. He had not right to feel jealously rear its ugly head when ever he saw Thorin talking to one of those suitors. He had at least a dozen, and Bilbo had momentarily surprised to see that there was a mix of women and men. But that seemed to be normal in dwarven culture too. It wasn't like Thorin needed children or heirs, either.

One benefit that he had discovered about being a Hobbit in Erebor was that while he did stick out like a sore thumb, he also was just as easily unnoticed when there were a lot of dwarves around. Often, his presence was looked over. Bilbo was not a very social person and he preferred to keep to himself, and dwarves gossiped as badly as hobbits did. If he was able to avoid conversation with them, he would try to. It was just easier for him that way.

That afternoon, as he finished putting away a few borrowed books in the library, he paused at the sound of voices down the row from him. Bilbo could see a pair of dwarrowdams out the corner of his eye. Well, he thought they were. Bilbo had trouble understanding the minimal differences between dwarves when it came to their gender, but he had begun to get a handle on it. And the way these two wore their beards and braids, he was almost certain that they were women.

"...and my father thinks I have a good chance," one of them was saying.

"Aye, but..." the other hesitated before she spoke up again, "but he's not very easy on the eyes, is he?"

"Ugh, no, but does that matter?"

"You'd have to look at him every day! And how would you... you know."

There were a few giggles shared between the two and Bilbo frowned. He was about to chalk it up to something strange and gossip that he had very little interest in, but the next comment drove a strange feeling into his chest.

"Oh please, marriage to the king would be a political matter. I doubt there'd be any need for that."

What? What? They were talking about Thorin? Bilbo frowned to himself more. The comments made very little sense to him. Were they saying Thorin was unattractive? He couldn't quite believe that was what he was hearing, but the dwarrowdams' voices carried away as they left the library.

#bagginshield #danny writes shit #should i write more of this au? i know this is pretty short #I just wanted to write this scene out

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Haruhi and her frogin freind are out shopping together

How would three character of the host club be when they stalking them!

You and Haruhi have finally gotten together after so long. Traveling with your father’s business you’ve met quite a few people in your travels: karate masters, a flamboyant blonde, a really persuasive guy with glasses, and so many more. But nothing is like the market in your hometown or rather one of your hometowns.

Unbeknownst to you and Haruhi, the Ouran Host Club can’t help but follow after the mysterious person they met just last Summer.

Tamaki Suoh

“What a surprise the damsel we’ve been talking about happens to be here! Charge onward!”

He’s too excited and far too loud about his ambitions to follow you

Their ‘king’ isn’t exactly the best at covert operations despite his inclination for them

And if you or Haruhi don’t already know he’s there one of you will find him out

If it's you, you’ll call him asking ‘what brings you here?’

And he happily will join you two

Buying whatever he sees your eyes linger on

even if it's only a moment

When the day finally ends and you wave goodbye to make sure Haruhi gets home he waits for you

Now Tamaki Suoh could very well stay away from you watching protectively as you get home

But he’s too much of a gentleman to let you go alone

Or that he absolutely feeds off of your attention

Even if you originally refuse he won’t let you he’ll still escort you

Even attempting to invite himself inside but when he notices your frantic breathing and darting eyes he excuses himself

Making a show of driving away before instructing that they return in a couple hours

“My poor angel! All alone in such poverty! I just have to make sure they sleep well!”

Kyoya Ootori

“I’d also appreciate an in-depth look at their…personal life.”

He has to control his excitement with a push of his glasses

Typically he’d leave such a job to his…hired help

He gets plenty of updates from them but nothing beats getting the facts of his future spouse from ground zero

If he wasn’t so pretty and such a smooth talker it might have been easier not to be swarmed

But eventually, he gets a disguise good enough that he can continue to silently follow after

He’s sloppy because he hasn’t done this before or rather its been a while since he has

But he manages to maintain his cover

Making sure to make note of your conversation and preferences as you stop for food or buy different items

When the day ends he tails you from a distance by driver as he notes the safety of your route and neighborhood

Being sure to complain threaten the city council about the lack of lighting in specific alleyways

Of course, he will collect the Ootori photographers’ work for the day and decide which one he wants for his calendar, his wallet, his corkboard, his office wall, his bedside, his ceiling

“I’ve seen enough of their common lifestyle, it's time I elevated that. After all, we can’t have my love of all people being forced to live so below their means.”

Hikaru Hitachiin

“Well, aren’t you two cuties looking happy today!”

He’s already an avid stalker of yours

Now Haruhi is so used to this behavior she can wave it off calming any suspicions you have when you recall how this same situation occurred once before

Just like he planned

But now there's no shaking him off now

He’s following the both of you all throughout the day

Being sure to pick off your food with the toothpick that you’d been sucking on

Or being sure to lick the strokes on your popsicle you bought just moments before

Taking every opportunity to pull at your fingers whenever he wants to look at a ‘commoner’s’ stall

He’s even walking you home

Actually, he’s decided he wants a sleepover

You can’t refuse him, can you?

Because he does have that photo of you

How’d he get it? He’ll never tell

But you best cook him some commoner alternative to Italian cuisine

Otherwise, you’ll just have to pack up and come to his house

“Don’t forget (Y/n)~ you owe me for destroying this picture~! So what’s it going to be?”

Kaoru Hitachiin

“Hey, I’m glad I ran into you here! Been trying to widen my horizons and decided to try the commoner’s market! Mind if I hang out with you guys?”

He’s a lot more casual

Having a bonafide reason why he’s here

You would have never guessed he had bugged your phone when you last met

He’s great at acting casual

Oddly less mischievous without his brother

It's easy to oblige when he asks you to pose a ring for him

‘Don’t worry about it! It's for a friend of his!’ is what he says

Or when he asks about what you like off-handedly returning with it in hand from a supposed bathroom break

He’ll walk you and Haruhi home

So nice you only think it nice to offer your bathroom for the long drive he was in for on the way home

He couldn’t be happier to see the forgotten clothes strewn in your bathroom in person

Or letting the water run while he holds your toothbrush in his mouth then switch it with his decoy

“Thanks for spending your day with me! We’ve got to schedule one of around one of these days, preferably just the two of us!”

Mitsukuni “Honey” Haninozuka

“(Y/n)-channn!!! Come try this commoner food! It really is delicious!”

Honey has two stalking styles the silent type that makes use of his ninja prowess

And the type that just abandons watching you from afar entirely

He typically resorts to the former when you're out with potential rivals

Sabotaging every way he can before he results to pummeling the problem this person

But this time, it's personal

Haruhi is his friend but you are his future his sweetie cake just ripe for the taking

And while with most friends he doubts you’d be interested as he’s pretty confident they get the memo

But he knows Haruhi just draws people in that way

And he will not let that happen

So every time you go to look into her eyes he’s shoving ice cream, cake, tarts, his face in between you two

It's so much like his normal personality so neither of you questions it

It's also nothing to question when he walks you home before letting himself inside to give you whatever sweet you like

If you don’t like sweets he’s just bringing cake that he can invite himself to eat it

You can’t really stop him when he insists on exploring your home as if he didn’t already memorize where everything is

Moving faster than you can grab a hold of him he might let you go if you hug him+

“Wowww (Y/n), your house is so small! Y’know you should come to my house, it's way bigger! You can even have your own room at my place!”

Takashi Morinozuka

“...I didn’t want to disturb you two.”

He’s really good at this

Athleticism and stealth when he really tries give him the advantage

The only thing that can throw him off his game is you

He either gets lost as he watches you gush over a keychain or a stall you were particularly passionate about

So busy swooning silently that he’ll hardly notice when Haruhi finally taps him awake

With him, she’s the only one who can quite obviously tell

And since Mori has hardly shown any worrisome behavior she invites him

He’s so excited to be noticed by you

And will enthusiastically nod his head whenever you talk to me

Probably offered by Haruhi he’ll walk you home

Only now speaking more than he typically would

He can’t help but blush as he sees you continue to look at him only him

When he bids you goodnight he’ll stand in front of your home for awhile

Intensely watching your silhouette pad around in the window as you start your nightly routine

Imagining himself alongside you after his timer goes off he leaves reluctantly

Switching out with his subordinates

“Goodnight, (Y/n).”

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CALL OUT MY NAME ♛

(Book #2 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Series)

CEO!bachelor!steve × fem!college grad!reader

MODERN AU • 18+ | BOOK #1 (e.m.)

slight age gap (Steve is 31, reader is 23); reader goes by the nickname "Sweets"

CW: slight age gap relationship, drinking, smoking, gambling, physical altercations, manipulation, abuse (DV, emotional, financial, mental), profanities, eventual smut

*loosely inspired by sara cate’s salacious players club*

Summary: 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄. Steve Harrington has the WORST luck with the ladies. His high school sweetheart left him for another dude, his former fuck buddy is dating his roommate, and his dream girl is a lesbian. King Steve is losing hope. That is until he meets you — a newly graduated university student from Seattle — when your paths cross on a fateful night in Sin City. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... that is until your risky business trickles over to Hawkins, Indiana, a town your best friend knows of a little too well.

theme song: call out my name by the weeknd

tag list is open 💌✨

Chapter 001: PROLOGUE

word count: 1.7k words

♛

Winter 2024

“WATCH OUT INDIANAPOLIS — you're about to get... absolutely SOAKED!”

The booming voice of a man in Steve’s bedroom stirs him awake.

Letting out a ferocious yawn, The King rubs his eyes free of the annoying crust in the corner of his sockets, flopping around one more time before doing his routine stretch.

“Google,” Steve commands. “Turn off the TV.”

The TV immediately switches off. It’s nothing personal to meteorologist Marcus Bailey, but if Steve ever needed an accurate forecast of Indianapolis, all he would have to do is look outside his penthouse window. And that, after brushing his teeth, is just what he does.

"G'morning Indy,” he sighs happily on his balcony before going back inside.

Steve then makes his way over to the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast.

“Google,” he calls out again. “Open the curtains, please.”

Google replies:

“Opening curtains. Good morning — Steve.”

"Google, what's my schedule looking like today?" "Google, text Dustin." “Google, what is the weather looking like in Nevada?” “Google, turn on my shower tunes.”

The best thing about not living with Eddie Munson anymore, is that Steve can shamelessly sing Amy Winehouse in the shower without being hounded about it.

“We only saaaid GOODBYE, with WORDS!” Steve sings, confidently off-key. “I died a hundred times! You go back to her, and I goooo baaack toooo…”

"Scanning fingerprint...”

an automated voice announces at the entrance of Steve's walk-in closet.

Swish...

The door slides open. Sauntering his way inside, Steve ventures for some slick black athleisure down to the shoes, his usual musky cologne, and some matching sunglasses (despite the gloomy forecast prediction).

Black. 🎶

Steve Harrington is ready for the day.

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"Google, make reservations for 3 people at Tony's Steakhouse at 7pm please."

All Steve had left to do for the day now was grocery shop. Which was always a hassle. Because sometimes, the store doesn't have the specific brand he's looking for so the shopper has to opt for an alternate version. Or sometimes, the shopper assigned to him that day chooses produce that is nearing its expiration date making every fruit in his bag a mushy mess. It doesn't happen too often, but it sure feels inconvenient as hell when it does. There are worse problems in life though, so Steve really can't complain.

*Ring, ring. Ring, ring*

The very distinct and custom ringtone has Steve bolting across the room to answer the call. One of his best friends was on the other line.

"Yello?" he says into the phone.

"Hey, it's Shy Girl," comes a voice. "Eddie and I are pulling in."

"Pull off to the side. Valet's got it. I'll send you guys up."

A bottle of cabernet sauvignon a la Steve awaits the pair when they make their way over. Consider it a Tony's pre-game.

"GameWorld stock is up 4% today,” Steve's buddy, and owner of Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Eddie Munson announces as the two clink glasses. "I don’t have much faith in it though, figure I’ll get my pie slices from actual grocery stores. Like Meijer.”

“Everyone's always gonna need groceries,” Steve points out. "Definitely. Just don't day trade. Not now."

"Ooh, you hear that, Eds?" Shy Girl nudges him. "You gotta be careful where you put your money."

"I gotta be careful with my money, period," Eddie smirks. "You're a danger to my pockets, angel."

"Oh but you love me," she says.

"Yeah," Eddie gives in, grabbing his lover's dainty digits, trailing his fingers across hers, and rubbing the glistening rock that took up most of her left hand on the distal side. "I sure do."

"I'm just... so proud of us," Steve sappily reflects. "So much has happened over the past two years and we've all come so far."

"Yeah," Shy Girl agrees. "And it's about fucking time we celebrate."

"I agree," Eddie chimes in, raising his glass once again. "This weekend trip is going to be... one for the books."

"Viva Las Vegas," Steve toasts. "Cheers."

"Viva Las Vegas!"

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON

Black and red.

They're the two colors that occupy your closet the most. But of course, after graduating from Washington State University (or Wazzu, for short), you expected nothing less.

You could do with some more sequins though, you think to yourself as you pack your bags.

"What do you think of this, Sweets?"

Peering over your shoulder, you see that your best friend, Elle has started festivities early, managing to hold two glasses of champagne in one hand, and six-inch stilletoes in the other.

"Can't take the party out of the girl, that's for damn sure," you respond.

When you left Seattle to attend WSU Pullman, Elle was your only friend in business class. Mainly because the class was predominantly for dudes, but eventually you found out that you two have a lot in common.

Elle is everything you would want in an older sister figure: she is both book smart and wise, she is sexy, and she eats men for breakfast. And, now that she's about to celebrate the launching of her lingerie business (along with her Dirty 30s Era), and you're about to enter your new-grad era, you two are hitting up Las Vegas to go ham together one last time.

It's all so bittersweet. You owe everything to the Warrens, having taken you in when you were a lost undergrad. It also sucked quite a bit not having a support system after graduating high school. You and Elle were all each other has. Which makes this inevitable separation so much more painful.

"Are you sure you're okay with Vegas by the way?" you question. "I know since the split, being surrounded by gorgeous girls 24/7 can kinda be triggering.”

"Don't worry about it, love," she shakes it off. "The past is in the past. This is a new era of me."

Cheers to that. Clinking your airport-pregame champagne glasses with one another, you raise a toast to yourselves, celebrating how far the two of you have come over the past four years.

"To friendship."

"To being elegant and educated."

"To elegance and education."

"And to being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives."

You giggle as you raise your glass of champagne even higher.

"To being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives," you two take a sip at the same time. "And no matter how near and no matter how far, we're always gonna be besties."

"I love you, Sweets."

"I love you too, Isabelle."

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Stories . . .

( Thorin Oakenshield x Child!Reader)

(A/N); Hello, readers!! Happy to present this fic as the sequel to "Excuses" ! I finally thought it was time!!

Pairings; Thorin x Reader (Platonic)

Plot: Thorin returns to the Shire not just to see Bilbo...

Warnings; None, cavity creating fluff

Part One

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It was high morning in the Shire, the sun reaching its peak and spring in full bloom. To the day, it has been 3 years since the quest to reclaim Erebor was completed and Bilbo Baggins had saw fit to return home. He never expected guests of any kind, especially after the quest business. Save for one inquisitive little Hobbit...

Thorin Oakenshield, now King Under the Mountain, had left late by the standard of years. He had intended to visit the Shire again sooner, but establishing peace in the Dwarven colonies had taken longer than first anticipated. He had left from Erebor weeks ago, leaving Fili in charge of the runnings. The young Dwarf had done much to impress his uncle in the quest for Erebor and Thorin had no doubt that the kingdom would run smoothly in his absence with Fili in charge. Yet now, he needed some days of peace, away from home. He had seen much, too much, of war and politics in the last few years. His people were finally at peace, helping rebuild homes of their own and that of the people of Laketown. Thorin, with great difficulty, had also established good relations with Thranduil, King of the Woodland Realm. There was peace, a hard-earned peace. And finally, he could rest.

With a smile, he pulled encouragingly at the reins of his pony. "Come on", he murmured. "We're here now". The grasses and trees of the forest had at last pulled away, to reveal stone and dirt paths into the small Shire city of Hobbiton. Ever prosperous and oblivious to such things beyond their borders, there was an element of serenity that allowed Thorin to sigh and relax at last. Of course, the Padfoot— no. Padfeet family were not impressed with the new face entering their domain. The King had come armed to the teeth with baggage for a week's stay. This was not a welcome sign to them, nor to the prudish Hobbits that also avoided him. He cared not, however. His mind was fixated on an old friend.

Thorin slipped down from the saddle of his pony, gently caressing her face. "Well done", he whispered with a grin. "And thank you". Giving the animal a well deserved pat and apple, he turned at last to the nearby Hobbit holes. He remembered after all this time which one it had been where his young friend had lived. It had been over three years since she had last seen him. Three years since she'd given him the coin which he wore as a royal pendant around his neck. A sign of luck that he'd carried with him over so many distances. He wondered if she'd forgotten him after so long? Children grow and many things end up being forgotten, after all.

His ocean orbs spied a woman that was familiar to him, tending the gardens of her home with love and care. "Fair morning to you!".

The King's greeting startled the woman at first, but her eyes lit up at the sight of the familiar Dwarf. "Mr Oakenshield!", she exclaimed, throwing aside her tools and gloves to open the gate between them. Without hesitation, she hugged the larger Dwarf. "What a welcome surprise it is to have you here!". Thorin returned the embrace with a few gentle pats to the maternal woman's back. (Y/n)'s mother was a kind individual, always fussing over others. She pulled away in a flurry, smiling in a sudden bout of excitement. "I have a person who would love to see you!".

"Where is she??". He had the eagerness alike to a father wishing to see his daughter after being away. Knowing this, the Hobbit excitedly shouted for her daughter who had gone to play in the streets. Within moments, little footsteps made their way up the path.

Before the King could turn to meet them, a smaller figure had knocked into him, attempting a tight embrace. He laughed whilst his younger counterpart happily cried out, "Mr Thorin!!".

"Look at you!!", he mused, enthusiastically lifting her from him and into the air above his head. "You're so big and tall now! I hardly recognised you!". (Y/n) giggled,

"It's also because of my teeth!". At her proclaimation, she pointed to the few gaps she had with the now adult-looking teeth.

"Most definitely". He laughed, finally holding her like he did many years ago. He even bumped her head with his own - a Dwarven custom to friends and family. One he still practiced with his nephews...

"I just knew you'd come back!". To his amusement, the smaller Hobbit grinned, grabbing at his braids and chestplate scales restlessly.

"Of course! I told you that I would try, didn't I?".

"Did you get back your home??", she pressed with the greatest curiosity.

"Yes, dear one, at great cost. I have a great many stories to share with you of my travels".

"Did you fight monsters? Did you–".

"(Y/n)! Calm down, he's only just gotten here, Love!", her mother chided with a chuckle. "My apologies, Mr Oakenshield".

"It's no trouble", he grinned allowing the small girl to bury her head into the crook of his neck.

"If you're not busy, we were just about to have Luncheon. Would you like to join us?".

"I would hardly like to impose—", he tried to politely downplay the offer.

"Of course he's staying, Mother!! He's hungry!! He's just too polite to say so!". Thorin's brows rose at (Y/n)'s interruption, finding it hard to keep back his laughter at her cheekiness.

"It looks as if I'm staying", the statement came out more like a question, but he offered a polite bow of gratitude to (Y/n)'s mother. The young Hobbit hollered for joy as the raven-haired King followed her mother into their home. Nowhere near as big as Bilbo's house in Bag End, but it was beautifully set out and open. The smells of freshly cooked food and the security of home lingered in the air. And it was that fair noon that Thorin Oakenshield truly found himself at peace, joyfully recounting the various stories of his company to (Y/n) and her mother.

The young Hobbit with her pointed ears had never listened more intently. Thorin's voice was no longer kingly in nature, but soft and playful. He let every different story be an enigma; (Y/n)'s eagerness greatly reminding him of the late nights he shared in the Blue Mountains, storytelling to his nephews. He missed those days and greatly wished that in his younger years that he had settled to have children of his own. Despite this, he was grateful for his two nephews and the young Hobbit he had befriended for life.

His gorgeous blue orbs shimmered as he told the girl of his time in Rivendell and the chase that lead them there. He told her of mountains that could move and fight! Of Goblins, Orcs and Wargs. Of Eagles and Beorn with his monstrously huge house. Of the city on the Lake and the evil Dragon who had taken his home before burning down theirs. He told her that many fought for his home in Erebor and that there had been five different armies.

"I am now King of Erebor, young one", he spoke to her gently. "It is why I have taken so long to return. And why I may not visit as much as I'd like". Her mouth fell open in wonder,

"If you're the King, are you not allowed to leave??".

"I can leave. As long as I leave my nephew, Fili, in charge. He will be King after I am gone".

"That will never happen!", (Y/n) protested to amusement, snuggling into his side. "You'll live forever and ever and I can come and visit you!".

"When you're old enough, dear one", he assured. "I pray that someday you will venture to Erebor to look upon the halls of my great home. To perhaps meet those of my house, as I have come to know yours; and be welcomed as kin".

"I will one day! I'll go to Erebor! I'll visit you, I promise!!". Thorin smiled fondly, softly rustling the (h/c) curls on the little Halfling's head. "And be welcomed as kin! Whatever that is".

"It means family, (Y/n). You, Master Baggins, my people. All of us are part of each other. You will come to understand it all one day. And I will be a proud Dwarf to see that day come".

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"Uncle!", Kili bounded into the throne room with his usual spirit. Thorin bowed his head in greeting to his second nephew. Much had changed for Kili. He had finally grown a small beard and his royal duties had increased tenfold. Alike to Fili, he had truly made the mountain King proud.

"Kili. I trust you bring good news?".

"I do", the younger Dwarf grinned. "We have guests". Thorin's brows rose, his hand lifting in approval.

"By all means, let them in!". The King found himself dumbfounded as Bilbo strayed in, however, it was not him that Thorin's eye had caught. He stood, agape at the Halfling who now followed the first into the room. Although many years had passed, his older eyes would still know her face. She grinned up at him with (e/c) eyes shining with wonder and familiarity. Kili stayed if only to watch the joy meet his uncle's eyes.

"I'm here, Mr Thorin. I kept my promise".

The End. . . .

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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Monster Trio with a Black Girlfriend Headcanons (NSFW-ish)

A/N: this is like so long…like..wtf..

Luffy

our Brazilian King here would be the most fun to be with ngl. Being in a relationship with him is no different than being his friend really. The only difference is being a bit more touchy and protective.

He literally loves everything about you from your hair, shape, and just who you are as a person

He loves giving you his hat btw. Especially when you show off your natural hair

Speaking of natural hair…

Probably one of the funniest things that has happened in your relationship is when you take out your braids for the first time.

Ok picture this: Nami just announced it will be getting colder in the next few days as y’all set sail and it’s about that time you want to take out your braids and be natural while it’s cold.

So, You’re in your room as everyone is minding their business and Luffy barges tf in looking for you if you wanted to play tag.

Mf loses his mind seeing the braiding hair all over the place pls

“Y/N YOURE BALDINGGGGGG!!???”

“What? NO I AINT BALDING ITS FAKE HAIR!”

Pls calm this man down he is running all over the ship looking for Chopper

After a good kick from Sanji and Nami you drag him back to your room with your hair now half braided and half a fro to explain to Luffy that you’re not losing hair or balding it’s just fake extensions.

He’s still lost but he’s a good sport about it.

He actually sees your real hair for the first time, it was pretty short when you first met him but you stayed in braids for so long you managed to get a lot of new growth.

Luffy has sparkles in his eyes seeing how pretty and healthy it is(not in a weird way but seriously whether u had a TWA or long curly hair it was all pretty to him)

He also loves your thighs heh

Before you two dated Luffy was already close with you in friendship and very touchy too.

There have been many times you have just been chilling on the ship with Robin and Luffy comes in, put his hat on your head, and takes a quick nap on your lap.

You have gotten ALOT of spit in between your thighs due to this

Don’t worry he also makes a mess of your thighs when y’all are in bed together

Ok lemme put some angst:

We all know OP isn’t afraid to tackle issues like human trafficking and even racism so imagine you and Luffy are in a pretty bad town and encounter some rude racist mfs.

So you and Luffy are grabbing a bite to eat when two idiots in the restaurant come barging in demanding drinks.

The waitress tells them they’ll have to sit at a table but they seen you and Luffy sit at a booth and pointed

“Why don’t you get those two to give up their seats?…the boy and…that person…people like her don’t deserve to even sit in an establishment like this.” And the man had his thumb pointed back towards you.

His tone was so disgusted and to further insult he made his statement known LOUDLY that a girl like you shouldn’t be in a place like this.

“Excuse you?” You muttered looking at the two men in front of you and Luffy.

Luffy wasn’t dumb, he only found out recently after you both started dating the heavy racism people tend to have towards black people which caused Luffy to be a bit more over protective over you.

. Luffy did sit and watch the men’s movements and words, because he knew you could defend yourself, however racist idiots always managed to take it too far and then your sweet boyfriend jumps to action.

“What do you mean ‘a girl like me!?’”

“Do i have to spell it out for you?! YOU’RE A N—“

Immediate knock out.

Broken noses, ribs, you name it Luffy went tf off on them racist jackasses

Your hand barely touched your weapon before Luffy punched the daylights out of said man.

It was actually kind of hot because his hat was covering his eyes.

“Idiots.” Luffy grumbled walking out the restaurant . He took your hand and a piece of meat in the other hand mumbling something about them being bastards.

Long story short after Luffy tossed the men up and down the street so well you ended up giving him the OL sloppy toppy as a thank you that night.

Speaking of sloppy toppy let’s get into the NSFW part of your relationship:3

First off he has seen plenty of naked women. But yours is just better

He don’t know if it’s your shape not being the same as other girls or your skin or just the way you smell but he enjoys staring at your naked body and bending it im crazy positions as if you were made of rubber too during sex

You’re always more sore after one round of sex with him rather than actually fighting marines Sksjsksks

You of course initiated sex with Luffy first after a few months of dating and you were the one to take his virginity (he took yours as well). He was kinda awkward about it though because stuff like that wasn’t something he cared to do.

However, you both got into the oral sex part and goodness he fell in love with you after that.

Luffy has a huge oral fixation so he doesn’t mind going down on you

He actually likes it more than screwing you im sorryejsjhsjdsk

Not that it doesn’t feel good being inside you

Poor boy started crying and moaning so loudly cuming inside you for the first time

It’s just you have a very interesting and addictive taste

His words not mine

He also really likes staring at your pussy Abseiskjdhdj NO JUST HEAR ME THOUGH—

Like when he is eating you out sometimes he just stares at how his tongue is rolling and lapping up your clit he forgets that you probably came at least 2 times :((((

It’s just so nice to look at to him especially if you have a fatter ….cat.

Loves burying his face in your neck pls.

You smell like shea butter and cinnamon the man is so addicted to your smell.

I feel like Luffy doesn’t have a favorite body part your thighs

But he loves rubbing his cock between your thighs as you both sleep .

Literally they’re so soft and warm especially after taking a bath.

Speaking of baths you managed to get him to take more baths

ONLY IF you take one with him.

Usually ends with him screwing you in the tub and y’all get more dirty than clean sksjsjsjs

All in all he loves you sm

Sanji

This man deserved the best head ever omg.

Luckily he has you and your beautiful lips<3

Ngl Sanji is the type of dude to call you his “Black Queen” IM SO SORTEUEKDJSJ

Literally any corny black girl “compliment he can think of he’d say it to you.

“Y/NNNNN MY BEAUTIFUL EBONY PRINCESS I MADE YOU SOME TEA!”

:(….hes trying.

None the less you being his first official girlfriend actually was more work than you thought.

Yes he’s very charming, sweet, honest, giving etcetc but his jealousy sometimes wears you out.

Anytime you two go out together and another man drools—let alone comments your looks Sanji’s already lifting his foot .

He didn’t believe you actually liked him back at first :(((((

Poor baby, he has trust issues. Pls give him all your attention.

It doesn’t take long though for him to accept you actually do love him just as much (if not more) as he loves you.

Said “I love you” on the first date

Threw you off completely, but it was so sweet and quick so you said it back.

A few of your love languages with each other is most definitely quality time and acts of service.

When there is an off day with the crew you and Sanji spend the day cooking meals you grew up with

I.E. whether it’s from your culture (like Nigerian food) OORRR simple soul food baby he is ganna FLIP. Especially if you cook it for him to try!

“Okay so this is Mac and cheese, fried chicken, greens, & corn bread. I didn’t make a whole lot because I wasn’t sure—Sanji?”

His whole world is rocked.

The seasonings, the flavor, the texture, everything that you just cooked was something he will put on his “new favorite food list”

“PRINCESS THIS IS SO DELICIOUS I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU COOK SO WELL!”

He asked to marry you.

He ask to marry you at least once a day

That’s actually how y’all started dating heheh

When he first met you, you were actually intimidating to him but not in a bad way SKSJSJS

He still fawned and drooled over you, but you nearly thought he didn’t find you attractive because even when you joined his heart eyes was still on Nami more than you.

Even after Robin joined after you he seemed to stir his attention to the two girls more than you.

Granted you felt like it was probably because you weren’t his type, you didn’t have those girl’s shape(for example if you’re pear shaped) your hair wasn’t like theirs, and you were a bit more of a tomboy than anything so it made you feel a bit insecure.

Or maybe the mf didn’t like black girls who knows KSHSHSJS

Complete opposite tho this man is a whore for black women

It only annoyed you because somehow you’ve grown a crush on the idiot.

However all those things were the reason why Sanji felt so intimidated + you’re incredibly strong willed and ain’t afraid to speak your mind and that’s what made you so much more attractive to him than another other woman he met.

And you do so one night while Sanji cleans up the kitchen.

You knew this was a bad idea, a bit cringe, and out of character but the curiosity was eating at you and you knew if you didn’t ask right then and there you may as well just get over your crush with him; “How come you don’t like me?” You said without a care in the world leaning on the door frame arms crossed pouting, Sanji recognized your voice and felt his soul drop a little hearing your crazy question.

“Don’t… Like …you?”

“You heard me. It’s not like I’m jealous or anything (you were) but…I don’t know it seems like when I want to hang out with you, you seem to be more interested in Robin or Nami to be around…I know I don’t wear dresses a lot or skirts…and I’m a bit rough around the edges but …as your crew mate…AND FRIEND…I…um….I…”

You didn’t even hear Sanji approach you so closely as your tangent was going on with your eyes not meeting his. He felt so bad making YOU feel bad.

He grabbed your hand rubbing the palm of it with his thumb.

“I’m…im so sorry, Princess i—I um…”

Que the dramatic music

“I AM SO SORRY M’LADY! YOU DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE THE QUEEN YOU ARE I CANT BELIEVE I MADE YOU FEEL SO ABANDONED BY YOUR PRINCE! PLEASE FORGIVE ME—MATTER OF FACT NO DONT FORGIVE ME I DONT DESERVE IT!”

“Sanji..”

“I PROMISE TO NEVER HURT YOU AGAIN—“

“Sanji…”

“I’LL DO YOUR LAUNDRY, COOK ALL YOUR FAVORITE MEALS, ANYTHING TO—“

You actually found it amusing seeing how much of a drama queen he was asking for you not to forgive him, and you’re a big softie for him so to shut him up you grabbed him by his nape and kissed him.

His lips were so soft omg

“Marry me.”

“HUH?!”

And that’s how I met your mother

Ok we finna get spicy over here

Sanji is a boob man. We know this. And because of this he loves seeing your boobs ALOT.

“They’re like chocolate kisses.”

You nearly started crying from laughter when you let Sanji fondle your chest.

“Do not say that again will slap you—AH!”

Too late Sanji popped a whole titty in his mouth.

Ngl after a few months of dating and gaining each others trust he started to become a bit OOC.

Meaning….in the bed.

At first he’d ask you repeatedly if you felt good having sex with him, but now that he knows your body…well..

“R-Right right there San—-JI YES!”

“I know baby I know..”

Tf this boldness come from

Ok so you took his virginity too. It was just a Process because Sanji kept bleeding on you.

Had to use a blindfold on him which really had him cuming in seconds.

He sometimes moans in French.

Maam…

He moans in French in your ear and you slowly grind on his cock

“S-SA—-“

“Tu te sens si bien sur ma bite”

HOHOOO I GATTA MAKE A SHORT DRABBLE OF THIS

You find his French accent so sexy

Cocky bastard knows it too so if you are acting like a bit of a brat he whispers in your ear some of the dirtiest things he wants to do to your body in French

You don’t even know what he’s saying it just sounds hot KabsjsKSBSKS

Sanji most definitely loves to finger you.

Great past time when you both are alone and you wear a short dress or skirt

Your pussy>>>>>>>>>>>>life is his whole mentality being with you in bed.

When it’s your hair wash day Sanji always invites himself to help you, but it always starts off with him helping washing your hair, then once he rises it he begins kissing your shoulder, then your spine and then next thing you know he lifting your pretty brown thigh on his shoulder kissing and eating your pussy under the hot shower head <3

He keeps those days marked on his calendar SKSJSJ

Zoro

I told y’all he wasn’t racist

Mf is a simp for black and Latina women too he just won’t admit it fr.

This mf here..

He mf adores and can’t stand you all at the same time

Seriously your little smart remarks is ganna be the death of him.

Zoro actually loves a feisty/strong woman. He’s usually around the girly girl types plenty but seeing a woman that isn’t afraid of fighting grown men 10x her size is what led Zoro to pursue you

However he didn’t know he had a crush on you you were the one to get it out of him💀💀

“Why don’t you admit you like me already? We could have been dating like…a week after I joined y’all.”

“What?! I don’t— !”

“You’re literally cuddling me, Zo…”

When you first joined shortly before Chopper you both automatically had a love/hate relationship.

You were a gunslinger and he was a swordsman there were plenty of debates on which was better

“At least I can still fight if I run out of bullets..”

“At LeAsT I DonT RuN ou—-shut up! If it came down to it and we ended up fighting I’ll whoop you so disrespectfully boy..”

“YOU WHAT?!”

Me and Mrs. Petty everyone <3

You both tend to argue a lot but it’s stupid arguments that you start because you love annoying him.

And he knows this.

Zoro also likes patting your butt

It’s never sexual—you’re the sexual being in the relationship (we’ll get to that later)

But Zoro loves your fat butt.

Literally. The man is a butt man.

The way you sway your hips when you walk and how your butt effortlessly moves has him staring for way longer than he should.

And you know this.

However he usually pats your butt to get your attention

“Common we head to head to the ship.” He stated in your ear walking past you giving your bum a light slap and slowly dragging away said hand off your bum.

It turns you on sm pls

Loves to nap on your tummy

Looks like a grumpy baby with his strong arms around you and his face slightly tucked in with his eyebrows furrowed

He usually lift up your shirt to have skin to skin contact

Sniffs your hair a lot

Don’t know why he does it but sometimes when he’s standing behind you he just lowers his head and does a subtle whiff

You don’t question it….you kinda wanna though.

He lets you hold and use his swords

You have threatened him with it…many times.

Also if you have a TWA(or any natural hairstyle really) or like finger waves of the sort he friggin loves that. Whenever he’s holding you he tends to run his rough fingers through your curls and sometimes helps pull out any kinks he may randomly find

You woke up to him one time eyes completely focused on a tangled curl you had

It was so cute

“Zo—-?”

“Lay back down im not finished.” He pushed your head back down gently still taking out the curl.

Despite that Zoro really has no clue on how to be a proper boyfriend sometimes so you have to teach him.

A lot.

“Why would you randomly want flowers where would you put them?”

“ITS THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS YOU ASS.”

He’s trying.

Y’all never go on proper dates though.

Zoro doesn’t think it’s necessary, you both spend a lot of time together training or when you dock on a ship.

However if you REALLY wanna go on a date he’ll take you.

Ended up in a mess.

You both got lost.

Zoro was fighting random pirates

You shot a guy

Y’all fell down a hill because Zoro slipped and grabbed your arm

Never again

His dick makes up for all his stupidity though

Okay don’t get mad…

But I don’t think Zoro is as great with sex as y’all say he is OKAY JUST LISTEN TO MEJDJDDKSKS

I do believe he can LEARN HE IS A GOOD AND FASTER LEARNER

But it took so long because he’s so easily flustered.

Just like Sanji and Luffy he was a virgin and you had a bit more experience.

You went down on him first and he was actually more embarrassed than turned on KSBSJDKS

But he just felt weird seeing you in between his legs damn near gagging on his cock. You liked it though.

“Are —-are you okay?”

“Mmhm. Why does it not feel good?” :(

“No ! I mean yes! IT DOES! DAMMIT YES YOUR MOUTH FEELS GOOD!—“

When Zoro first slid inside you you swore his eyes rolled back and he swears you were just seeing things.

“Feel good don’t it.”

“Shut the hell up.”

No but after the 2 years he definitely got much better and bigger

He knows how to read your faces on what hurts and what feels good and it’s honestly something he pats himself on the back for.

He loves it when you sit on his face btw.

You’re thick, he’s thick , and he loves your thickness so sit on his thick head. Both of em

Remember how I said you were the more horny one of the relationship?

Not true he is but you’re more vocal about it.

“Zoooooo….I wanna sit on your face.”

Man nearly drops his dumbbells on his foot.

“What is wrong with you?!” Literally been craving to eat you out all day since he had a dream about it this morning though.

His tongue…..

Whew

My mans is a messy eater

VERY MESSY AND AGGRESSIVE TOO

You like how he manhandles you so it’s not a big deal but if anyone were to see him eat you out they’d think he’s literally EATING YOU

He loves holding you up on his shoulder to eat you out btw

You’ve been caught once by Usopp in the aquarium with you back high on the wall and him sucking your clit

Us couldn’t speak to you for weeks

Zoro didn’t give af

Ok he did a little because his dick was out

Amazing bf.

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celestialholz · 1 year

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Today in meta: Mister Milquetoast himself.

Hassel, Brassius, if you could stay in your lovely lawnside Artazon house for TEN DAMN MINUTES whilst I talk about someone else, I'd appreciate that. Love you kings, stay gay, I'll be back for you real soon. <3

Instead, it's the Celestial meta debut of this bitch!

You know him, you love him, it's Larry, and I wish to strip him down to his ATOMS he's so interesting, but I'm going to start simple: birds. The dichotomy of birds.

Let's take a peek at his Elite Four squad - I'm not going to analyse the gym one, because it's half a team, but you'll see that it matters anyway in a minute.

This is his lovely team:

Now, you probably know what I've said before about the penultimate slot in a full team, and especially Hassel's - how it's meant to represent the heart and personality of the trainer. And that rings perfectly true for our favourite salaryman, too, if we take a look at Staraptor's Scarlet dex entry:

That's Larry, solitary and resilient against whatever the world throws at him. And of course, Staraptor is Normal/Flying, both of Larry's specialties. Even the Intimidate ability is relevant, as according to his official bio on the Pokemon website, Larry becomes 'unsettlingly still whenever he is lost in thought, much to the worry of people nearby.'

... But what intrigues me is the ace switch between teams. What was Staraptor's slot in the gym is now replaced with Flamigo - a lovely representation for Staraptor in that penultimate slot, certainly, but the birds themselves are a world apart.

If we take a quick glance at Flamigo here...

... We see that he is the entire opposite of Staraptor - he only flourishes in a group. And we see that in Larry, too - as lone wolf as he is, when does he truly come alive, hit his peak of battling strength? When he's surrounded by others - when the crowd gathers for his gym battle towards its conclusion, when Rika and Poppy watch on and support him in the Elite Four.

And so, pasting all this together, if the penultimate slot in the party is the heart of the trainer, what does that make the ace?

Potential; what the trainer could be... for better, or for worse.

If we take the examples I used before in the meta I linked above, of champions:

Cynthia's ace is the ultimate in trainer nightmare fuel, Garchomp. Without the goodness in her heart, without her academic curiosity for the ancient past being channelled into research... well, we know what happens. It's this fucker.

Cynthia has the potential to be this guy, and I think we're all pretty fucking thankful that she isn't...

Wallace's ace is a Milotic. Said to be the 'most beautiful of all Pokemon', and able to calm violence simply by its presence, Wallace without a League structure would be a Contest master, which is something he also excels at: and he's got the perfect pal to do it with. He values physical beauty, exuberance, and charm, it'd be a simple switch.

Steven's ace is a Metagross. Destined as he is to take over the Devon Corporation when his father eventually retires, without his battle prowess and fascination for fossils, in another life he'd run the technology company with quick intellect and good business sense.

Even in the very League Larry is part of, this checks. Poppy's is Tinkaton - a little girl, vastly too powerful for her size, has the potential to be an utter nightmare of a child without having an outlet for her strength; Hassel's Baxcalibur is him without Brassius - partly the emotional distance of Ice, and part the heritage of Dragons. It's no coincidence that Bax's signature move Glaive Rush bounces double damage back to itself the turn after - a deeply appropriate sentiment for the man who feels too much.

... And so, where does that leave us with Larry?

It leaves us with a man wearing a facade - unsurprising, when he gives you the TM for it. It leaves us with a man whose genius and vibrance is swallowed by corporate life, who actually LOVES the thrill of being cheered on. It leaves us with a man wants to overcome his own weakness, a man who wishes to Fight AND to Fly... it leaves us with a man whose ace has Scrappy, which will allow him to strike Ghosts - something his 'normal' team can't do. It leaves us with a showman, and...

... it leaves us kinda sad, really. This man is the only character in the series who has managed to master two separate types, and it's for the worst of reasons, but... we do see those glimmers of brilliance, and we do see a Terastillised Flamigo - a Pokemon known for silly movements and power, much like his masterful trainer with the very silly throw, who is now pure Flying.

Pay attention, Larry dear. Maybe you too can soar. <3

#larryposting #larry pokemon #mentions of many people including...#cynthia #hassel #brassius #wallace #steven stone #and even a little bit of #ephemeralartshipping #because it is even a celestial meta otherwise #pokemon scarlet and violet #team analysis #flying types! and I'm sad now!

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the-whitches-art · 9 months

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God its been a while. So since the new leaks and season 6 had brought a lot of attention towards My Hero Academia and my past obsession with it is renewed i might as well write some headcanons. And what is better than the clasic relationship headcanons for the todoroki siblings.

Shoto

Relationship with Shoto is a weird experience.

You would have to be the one to propose and even when you do he still wont believe you.

He still sees that bastard of a father in him partially, so dont blame him for not believing you at first.

But after you guys have been together for a while, god help you both. I cannot say who would be more obsessed with the other.

Dinner dates, celebrations, small gifts every small and cheezy thing couples do, you guys do it twice as much.

He loves it when you play with his hair, or massage him. Any kind of gentle and loving physical contact to be honest, since he didn't got much before you.

If you pay attention to his scar, that would be a very intimate moment for him. Tho i cannot say he'd be that much of a sucker for that, he really appreciates the meaning behind the gesture.

Oh and expect to have to explain a lot of stuff to him. Like why some couples to something, but others don't.

He'd have some of a learning cerve when it comes to relationships.

Just dont get i the way of his dream, he'll be heartbroken if you do.

Natsuo

A hard case to write for sinc ewe dint have much information.

He doesn't seem like the guys to go for a hook up in university. So hed either be alone for a while or somehow have that uni dream of finding your dream partner during it.

So to be honest his family is a sensitive topic for him, so no meeting them for a long while.

When you do end up meeting them, hed go one by one, his mother probably first, then Shoto and Fuyumi. Hed keep you away from Endeavor as much as possible.

He does have a bit of anger issues, but he is well aware, so he might storm off once in a while. Then hed return with something as an apology, be it a flower, a chocolate just anything to make up for his outburst.

He's the sweetest though. He wont be as love sick as Shoto, but he would apreciate when you tell him how much you love him. He hasnt heard thay much so it means the word ro him when you do it.

But dont get me wrong he'd know when you lie, or ot isnt sincere.

Fuyumi

We don't kniw much about her except she loves her whole family no matter what shes been through because of them.

She'd look for someone who is just as willing to start a family with her.

She just seems like the person that knew early on that wanted a good and loving family.

She'd want someone with relatively thhe same values as her, so there is less of a chance to end up like her parents.

With her work she is pretty busy, and i guess her partner too. So the ocasional dinner/breakfasts date is so well appreciated.

She definitely makes bento boxes to her partner, every time she gets the chance.

If her partner is a woman her mother will be very supportive (not only for her too), but her father i doubt hell like it. I say that for her specifically because the boys dont care at all what their father will think.

Toya(Dabi)

Honestly good luck being with him, he's a manace. And ton take that as teasing king.

He loves teasing tho, but sometimes he says too much and might end up hurting you if you take stuff to heart.

His goal takes first place, thats a fact and no matter who you are to him it stays that way.

Doubt he can even love you, not in a normal way that is. Its closer to care than love. And to get to that point it would take a while.

But lets say you got lucky, and you get him for yourself. Dont bother being jealous, he has no eyes for anyone else in that way, youre probably his first romantic partner anyway.

I read somewhere that he and his paryner use each other with a lot of trust and a little emotion in the mix. And cannot say that this is anything but true.

He has anger issues, but unlike Natsu he doent show it untill its boiling in him. So unless you are someone that can take shouting well. You better get away as fast as you can. Hed cool down in a few minutes tho.

I think the best way to sgow him live it first is acts of service, show him that you care. Then comes physical touch, once he lets you touch him. For him touching is far more intimate than anything else.

Touch his scars and he will literaly melt in your hands. Unlike for Shoto, his scars are far bigger part of who he is as a person now and what hes been through as well. So i guess it would be like you see him now, but don't disregard his past at the same time.

#mha #bnha #toya todoroki #dabi #dabi headcanons #fuyumi todoroki #fuyumi headcanons #natsuo todoroki #natsuo headcanons #shoto todoroki #shoto headcanons #todoroki siblings #mha headcanons #bnha headcannons

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amarynthian-chronicles · 5 days

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Hello, hello!

Welcome, make yourself comfortable, here are some cakes, tea and hot chocolate, and enjoy your stay. In this little pocket dimension of a blog, you will mostly find posts about our Celestial Jesters and other FNAF content, along with space-themed aesthetic, writing, some silly whimsical quotes, comfy vibes and similar. I shall be tagging my own writing under "jester's privilege chronicles" and "amary's chronicles" to make it easier to navigate or find them.

Under the cut are links to my AO3 fics and summaries of the current ones, if you are interested!

Have a lovely day and enjoy your stay!

Jester's Privilege Chronicles series:

Sound the Bells: You are a mermaid in charge of the daunting task of managing the sea and your court consists of playful twin Leviathans and an uncooperative Kraken. You also have the disadvantage of being an utter disaster at this mermaid business and you live on land in human form, having the swimming skills of a rock.

Your sea monsters are not too thrilled with you living on land, so they love to cause shipwrecks and general mayhem to get your attention. You try to place a stop to this by having them spend a month with you in the town of Celestial Bay disguised as animatronics.

Sun is thrilled to explore human technology, Moon prowls the night threatening city council members into making better legal acts to protect the sea against pollution, and Eclipse's natural protective Kraken instincts are getting a tad bit out of hand and making him the friendly neighbourhood serial killer. He loves quick solutions to complex problems.

Officer Vanessa is the only one brave enough to keep knocking on your door for some explanations. She is also in charge of a very confused police unit that really needs to get some sleep.

Extended Contract: You are a witch that fell for the oldest trick in the book by giving your name to the mischievous Fae princes of the Celestial Court. Such an inconvenience on what was supposed to be a typical office night. You are honestly not having it. They, however, do seem quite happy about having you. You decide to make a deal with the Fae King to regain your freedom. The only thing that is functional in the whole situation is your phone signal in the Fae Kingdom.

Tip the Scales: You are a charismatic defense lawyer in a constant competition with two ruthless prosecutors that do not understand your ideals about criminals deserving a second chance. You are also housemates with a certain bitter and retired judge, who has a habit of operating at night as a cloaked figure known as the Judge of the Damned, serving justice as he deems fit according to his own moral ideals. In order to solve his frequent habit of going after your clients, you two had established a game of Tip the Scales to keep a balance of which person deserves redemption and who is condemned to damnation. Things get complicated when an old friend gets wrongfully accused. You do all in your power to convince your prosecutor rivals to secretly cooperate with you and help clear his name before you lose the game.

Our Guest: You arrive at a sinister and luxurious castle with the innocent intention of checking why its mysterious residents haven't been paying any taxes or utilities for the past several centuries. Very useful excuse for a vampire hunter to have when trying to do some good old infiltrating. The three vampire lords, however, fully intend to capture and seduce you, possibly give your pretty neck a bite or two, but all of that does get a bit complicated when you are being such a tease and constantly asking them about their financial books. Will they succeed in the task of making you theirs, dear Y/N? And are they onto your little schemes?

#about me #amary speaks #amary's chronicles #jester's privilege chronicles

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greyghoulclub · 1 year

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Mean Steve has taken over my brain so have this.

Ship: Harringrove

Fandom: stranger things.

Tw: homophobic slurs, period-typical homophobia. Period typical talk about women. internalised homophobia.

R-18, billy antis dni.

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It was rumoured that “King Steve” was an absolute beast in the sack, but he was also an asshole who never came back for a second date. Whoring his way through the female population of Hawkins High.

Seemed like every girl had something to say about the king, be it negative or the hopeful ones that think they could change him.

Billy knew that type of guy and met his fair share back in California. They were the type of guy to call him a faggot after they had “experimented” with him. Wam, bam, thanks fag. Billy didn’t expect to meet one in bumfuck Indiana, he figured they were still god-fearing farm folk. Well, some were god-fearing. Not farm folk though.

The only time Billy ever interacted with Steve Harrington was in gym where they were both on the basketball team. Harrington had been the point guard his whole high school career and hadn’t taken kindly to Billy snatching the position from under his nose.

“But coach! I’ve been the guard for at least four years now,” he had complained with the air of a spoiled brat who always got his way.

Coach Roberts had ignored Harrington’s protests and gave a dismissal hand wave. Steve looked ready to murder the basketball coach on the spot.

“It’s not all that bad Harrington, at least you’re still on the team,” Billy smirked as he passed the other boy on the way to the locker room. Billy never claimed to not be an asshole, but Harrington needed to be knocked down a couple, maybe a few pegs. He knew he’d probably pay for that remark later but it was too good to resist. “You could always be a water boy if you can’t keep up.”

The rest of the guys were goofing off in the locker room as usual, talking about the last party that Tina had held. Some of them were bragging about the mystery girl that gave them some head, other were taking about how they had managed to bed a girl.

“Duuude, Sophie Davis is a freak man, wanted me to pull her hair when I fucked her from behind.” The other meatheads guffawed.

Billy ignored them, not only because he just wasn’t interested in whatever flavour of the week Danny Jonson had managed to trick into sleeping with him, but also because he was very aware that Steve was there too. Steve had been eyeing him up like a predator eyes some poor rabbit for its dinner. It had to be for the comment Billy made earlier. Not for anything else, as much as Billy wanted it to be.

Because Billy Hargrove had the biggest crush on Steve Harrington and he hated himself for it. He couldn’t help but be attracted to him, even though he was the biggest asshole Billy had ever met. It was kind of pathetic in a way, that Billy would try and piss Harrington off so he had reason to talk to him. It was pathetic in the way that Billy looked forward to his little cat-fights with Harrington.

He carefully minded his own business, getting showered and changed, not talking to any of the other guys. He was just going to get his stuff and leave. He left the locker room with a sigh of relief, the cool January air hitting his face. Fumbled with his lighter and took a drag of a cigarette. Max was going to stay at a friend’s after school so he had time to kill. He had a baggie of weed from the dealer Munson, he was going to go to the quarry and smoke on his own.

"Hey, Hargrove, what the hell was that on the court?"

Billy turned to see a furious Harrington standing behind him. His eyes were almost black with anger. Most of Billy's brain was saying get ready to fight, but a more minor part, probably what controlled his dick said "he's hot when he's angry". Harrington got up real close in his personal space, they'd be able to touch their noses together if Billy didn't have a hand between them.

"The fuck do you want Harrington?" Billy tried his best to sound annoyed, but his dumb horny brain kept telling him that he should drop to his knees and suck Harrington dry right the fuck now.

"You think you're hot shit now you're the point guard?" Harrington was staring him directly in the eyes, brown meeting blue, Harrington was close enough that Billy could feel his hot breath on his skin.

"Not my fault that coach thinks I'd be better. You hicks should be thankful that I joined the team, now you can actually win a tournament for once," Billy squared his shoulders ready for a punch from Harrington but it never came. Harrington came for a fight, right?

"Meet me at the quarry." Harrington spat at him, "9pm." and with that, he stormed off back to where the other guys were congregating. Billy figured that Harrington wanted to beat his ass in private, either that or he's got some performance anxiety.

Guess he was gonna meet Harrington at the quarry at 9pm.

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It was cold as shit at the quarry, the temperature dipping to at least 20 degrees Fahrenheit. Billy could see his breath in the air, Harrington better get here soon because he was freezing his balls off. He lit up his third cigarette of the evening, if Harrington wasn't here by the time he finished it, Billy was going to leave.

His eyes darted about the complete blackness of the road, waiting, hoping for any sign of that red beemer that Harrington drove. As much as he knew Harrington was pissed at him, he hoped that the other boy would also have hope for something else. Something more like... a relationship? No. Harrington had too much to lose if people knew he was a fag, it was social suicide around Hawkins. And word would probably get back to Neil and that would not end well for Billy.

A car came to a stop beside the Camaro. Billy didn't need to look to know who it was.

"What took you so long pretty boy?" Billy blew out smoke through his nose and crushed the cigarette butt underneath his boot. Filled with bravado and some dutch courage he faced Harrington.

"Figured you wouldn't actually show up, guess I was wrong." the other boy had a grin on his face that didn't look like Harrington's. It didn't feel genuine, it felt like a shark cornering its prey.

Billy took another cigarette from his pocket and put it in the corner of his mouth, "what do you want Harrington?" he huffed, getting impatient.

"You think you're hot shit or something?" Harrington got up in Billy's personal space, trying to intimidate him. Billy could smell the tobacco on Harrington's breath.

"I don't think I am Harrington, I know I am," Billy blew smoke into Harrington's face. If it did anything, Harrington didn't let it show. "you acting all pissy about coach making me the point guard? Pathetic amigo."

Hands grabbed the front of his shirt, and pushed him back against the hood of his car. Oh, Harrington was pissed.

"I'm not fucking pathetic," he spat. They were close enough that Billy could see Harrington's eyelashes. One part of Billy was ready to fight, ready to knock this privileged asshole down a few pegs. Another part was kinda happy at this. Billy wouldn't admit it out loud but he had seen Harrington's dick in the showers plenty of times and little Harrington wasn't so little. Great, all Billy needed at this point was a boner.

"Coulda fooled me with your little temper tantrum," Billy smirked. The mantra of "don't get a boner, don't get a boner" repeating in his head until,

"Are you fucking hard right now?"

Billy's stomach dropped. He either just wanted Harrington to punch him in the face and call him a fag, or to combust on the spot. Harrington was quiet, his hands slightly loosened.

"Harrington, let go of me," Billy mumbled, all the fire from moments before extinguished. But the other boy didn't.

"I know you look at me in the showers, are you that desperate for some action huh? You want my dick so bad?" Harrington slotted his leg in between Billy's and it took all of Billy's willpower to not just start grinding against Harrington's leg.

"Why so tense Billy? I thought you liked this shit?" Billy could hear the grin on Harrington's voice, he was very pointedly trying not to look at Harrington before he did something he'd regret. Harrington pressed his leg in further and Billy couldn't help but whimper.

Harrington gripped his hair and pulled to expose his neck, Billy was very aware that Harrington was leaning in, he swallowed the anxiety that bubbled in his throat. Harrington started to kiss and lick up the side of Billy's neck, sucking at the crook where his neck met his shoulder.

Billy whined at the feeling, if Harrington kept this up he was going to be bending over the camaro for him.

"You whine like a fucking bitch, think if I actually kissed you, you'd cum in your pants?" Harrington chuckled against Billy's shoulder, slipping a hand down between them to palm at his own bulge. With how tense Billy was right now, he no doubt that if he even got a tiny bit of friction on his dick he'd cum. But he knew how this worked, the other guy got his rocks off and then leave. Billy just had to pretend it didn't hurt.

Billy walked Harrington a little bit away from the car so he had room to get to his knees, he mouthed at the clothed bulge in front of him, revelling in how it made Harrington moan. He unzipped the other boy's jeans and took out his dick. Harrington's dick was even more impressive close up, a thick nest of pubes at the top that had a musky scent that filled Billy's nostrils.

"Come on man, I'm getting blue balls here," Harrington pushed Billy's head towards his crotch, his breath stuttering with anticipation.

Harrington shouted when Billy started to suck on the tip, tongue working circles around it, hand on Harrington's hip to stop him from thrusting into his throat. Harrington was making breathy little moans, a stark contrast from his earlier shout. Billy took this as a cue to start taking Harrington further into his mouth. He felt hands in his hair again to encourage him to go further.

"So good..." Harrington whispered, tilting his head back, his adam's apple bobbing with each breath he took. He pulled Billy back down when he pulled back and make small movements with his hips to get himself further down Billy's throat.

"Nancy never did this for me, too much of a priss..." Harrington grunted as he thrusted, "you're so good Billy, you just let me fuck your throat."

Billy had tears in the corners of his eyes as Harrington fucked his throat, all he could do was grip onto Harrington's hips and hope to whatever deities were out there that he didn't gag. His own dick was straining against his jeans, begging for some form of touch. Harrington pressing his thigh in between his legs seemed so long ago now.

"Don't touch yourself yet," Steve said in between grunts when he saw Billy trying to sneak away a hand to palm at himself. "Not until I've cum." Harrington's voice got more strained the closer he got. His movements got jerkier and his grip on Billy's hair got tighter.

"God, fuck, I'm gonma cum," Harrington thrusted one last time and held Billy there as he came down Billy's throat. Billy had no choice in swallowing it all. Harrington pulled out and tucked himself back in his jeans and helped Billy up.

"Gotta reward you for letting me fuck your throat right? Harrington slipped a hand into his jeans and Billy almost cried at finally getting some relief, keening and whimpering as Harrington jerked him off. Harrington went hard and fast, when Billy came he felt like he had no bones.

Harrington wiped his hand on Billy's jeans and turned to Billy and gripped his jaw, "now you don't tell anyone about this fag, got it?" and then he shoved Billy to the cold, hard ground.

The tears finally fell when Harrington drove away.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #mean!steve harrington #s1 steve x s2 billy #tw homophobia #tw homophobic slur #my fics #billy antis dni

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cabezadeperro · 1 year

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codywan sleep bingo #5: king bed

hello!! last fill (for the moment) for the @codywansleepbingo

established relationship, takes place after the war. G. implied cody/others.

word count: ~1.1k

on ao3

bingo card and fic under the cut.

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The bed is a big slab of white cotton in the middle of the room. It is big enough that Cody can lie across on top of it, his feet barely brushing the edge, and it’s one of the most comfortable places he has had the chance to sleep in. He also hates it. It’s too big, too cold, too empty, too unprotected. The wide expanse of sheets and blankets make him feel alone, lonelier than he already feels. He did not choose it: it came with the room, and the room was one of the Senates many little backhanded gifts, like the clothes they kept throwing at him at first, like the first few drafts of the Clone Sentient Rights legislation. A poisoned gift, a gift that isn’t one—one of the first attempts on the new chancellor’s part at guessing Cody’s price.

They now know better, but Cody’s stuck with the bed and the room and the apartment anyway, just because it is convenient and he has yet to see a single credit of the compensation they were all promised.

Cody closes the door at his back and pads barefoot to his bed in the dark. It is a mess: it’s been a few days since the last time he even tried to put the sheets and blankets in some order, and half the few things he actually owns have ended up finding their way there. He can see his personal ‘pad, the comm he thought he had lost, yesterday’s socks, the cap of his old greys. He makes a face at it and then gives in to the inevitable, because he’s tired and he’s furious and he just wants to sleep.

He should just leave. He knows it, and he thinks everyone does as well. The only reason he doesn’t is because by this point it has become a matter of pride: he stays out of spite.

He forgot—again—to pull down the blinds on the room’s big window, and now and then the room flashes pink, yellow, green: Galactic City is just a layer of transparisteel away, always busy, always thrumming with life and death and industry and money. Cody leaves his clothes in a pile on the floor and pads until he stops in front of the window: it’s cold to the touch. He leans his forehead against it and closes his eyes, allowing himself a second to really feel how tired, how angry he is.

At first the work helped with the latter: now it doesn’t, or not quite. Cody exhales, shaky with fury and frustration, exhausted to the bone, and then steps away and into the fresher. He showers in the big room, with its marble and its harsh white lights, and then he steps back out, the carpet soft against his soles and his wet hair dripping down his neck.

And he finds he’s not alone.

Obi-Wan has switched on the lamp on the bedside table. He’s moved most of Cody’s things to the chair in the corner, and remade the bed, more or less. He’s sitting on it, reading something in a datapad Cody recognises with a jolt as the one he used to own back in the war, and—

“Is that food?” Cody blurts. Obi-Wan snorts and looks at him over the edge of his datapad. He looks good, tan and fit, hair closer to blond than it used to be. “It is,” he says. He turns off his datapad and smiles crookedly. “The least I could do, since I let myself in and all that.”

Cody snorts. He digs into his bag until he finds a pair of clean underwear, slips it on, and then he joins Obi-Wan on the bed, sitting cross legged across from him, the take out boxes between them.

This—this: Obi-Wan appearing in the middle of the night with natborn food—started back in the war. Everything else might have changed, but Cody finds he likes knowing he can trust this won’t. He doesn’t always get it right—Cody will keep reminding him about the dumpling situation until he dies—but his choices are always interesting, and by now Cody knows that Obi-Wan knows that’s what he likes: natborn food is one of the few things that has yet to disappoint him.

“Where’s this from?” Cody asks between bites. Obi-Wan shrugs. He’s mostly sipping a paper cup of caf, its aroma nothing like the sludge Cody remembers from the war, his free hand around Cody’s ankle. “I have no idea,” he replies honestly. “It’s from a cart a couple levels under this one, and they were too busy to ask.”

Cody hums around a mouthful. He closes his eyes: the texture of the noodles reminds him of something he had in Felucia, a couple years ago, but the sauce is all wrong. And he has no idea what the protein actually is.

“A mystery for the ages, then,” he says carelessly. Obi-Wan huffs. He left his boots and the outer layer of his tunic somewhere, and he looks soft and approachable like this, the dim light sliding down his bare arms. “I’ll find out,” Obi-Wan replies. Cody hides his smile into his box. Of course he will.

He doesn’t always stay. He doesn’t spend too much time on Coruscant anymore: the planet reminds Obi-Wan of things he’d rather forget. He left the Council a few months after the war ended, and while Cody very much doubts he won’t come back sooner rather than later, by now he’s more than happy to spend his time doing Prime knows what in the Rim. They don’t talk much: Cody’s busy, and Obi-Wan keeps himself to the edges of the galaxy, far away from the reach of most comm relays, and he does it on purpose. But now and then, this: late night talks and weird food from the heart of the Republic and Obi-Wan’s warm hand around Cody’s ankle, heavy and reassuring. Obi-Wan in this bed Cody hates, in this room he loathes, and his tales, and his company.

He’s not the only person Cody shares his body and his time with, but he’s the only one he invites into this bed, even if he doesn’t always stay, even if Cody wakes up alone more often than he’d like.

Cody finishes one of the boxes, and then leaves the room to leave the other one in his glaringly empty conservator. He finds Obi-Wan in the fresher, brushing his teeth with the brush Cody keeps for him in the small cabinet under the sink, and he hip checks him out of the way to brush his own. And then: the bed, huge and comfortable and still awful. They settle under the covers, and Cody curls around Obi-Wan, slides his cold feet between his legs, and hides his smirk in Obi-Wan's neck when he curses, too loud in the quiet room. And then: Cody, waking up hours later to find he's drifted away, and tracking him across the mattress, and the beating of Obi-Wan's heart in his chest, under Cody’s ear, like a light in the dark, following him into sleep.

#codywan #codywan sleep bingo #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #maría writes

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lizard-shifter-noms · 7 months

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Wayward Waters Chapter 5,5 Rikaad P.O.V

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Hello everyone! Chapter 5.5!

yes point five, this chapter explores Rikaad's P.O.V !

have fun reading!

and as always Reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there;

AO3 Wayward waters

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He stood in front of the old mirror, slowly shaving off the scraggly beard that had started to regrow.

He set the knife on his skin for the last bit just as a larger wave hit the Boat, making him cut himself.

He ignored it and finished shaving before cleaning the small cut.

He hated it, as one of the few people that had seen the corpse of the old king he did not want to look anything like him.

Since the old git had been sick he hadn't managed to shave before dying, the beard he had grown had been patchy and scraggly.

Just like the one he grew, so he shaved diligently every morning before anyone else woke up.

Not only didn't he want to be reminded that he was related to such an awful person he also didn't want to remind other people of the existence of that racist.

And especially not his unfortunate ties to him.

The small cut scabbed over and he finished getting dressed, heading out of the room to start the day.

While he was very tempted to punch the chest again he knew Robin would tell him not to do that.

So he didn't.

He was, however, extremely displeased with everything that had been going on.

What a king he was!

Instead of solving the problem at hand a new one got added.

And it was his fault, he shouldn't have asked Donovan and Robin to come along.

He should have told them to stay at home with Arthur, but he had reasoned that With Donovan simply shifting the pirates would give up faster.

But now Donovan was missing, possibly even dead, not that he entertained the thought for more than a moment.

And it was all his fault, he had asked them to come along, so he was responsible.

And in the end he couldn't even make a good decision whether to look for Donovan or go deal with the pirates.

Captain Nemas had to do it for him! He was so useless!

He punched the chest again, making another hole into the lid.

His hand shook, but the bandages from yesterday had prevented any splinters from getting too deep into his skin.

But now he would have to get new ones.

He still didn't feel any pain from it, he'd noticed pretty early on that his pain tolerance was unusually high, especially for a human.

It took a lot for him to feel more than a slight ache, it was like his nerves were permanently numbed.

Well, not only his nerves, the part of his brain responsible for the need for human connection as well.

If it wasn't for Robin and Arthur he'd probably still be a loner, especially Robin who was so persistent in trying to befriend Him.

And that only because Rikaad told some of the bullies in the guard school to mind their own business.

Apparently Robin had taken that as a sign to be friends.

He had thought it annoying at first but now he was actually glad for the ginger's persistence.

Who knew what kind of person he would have become?

He knew for a fact that if he hadn't gone with Arthur after Donovan took Robin the guards of the castle would have found him way easier.

And he probably wouldn't care about people as much as he did now.

For one if he never met Donovan he would have never tried to undo the Fae folk ban, believing it to not be important.

Hell, he might have even continued to enforce it.

But after knowing all of them he understood that banning an entire species due to the mistake of one was the wrong thing to do.

As soon as all this was over he'd go back to looking for the papers to finally lift the Fae ban.

After all of this this was the least he could do.

He grabbed the telescope he'd used yesterday and walked onto the deck, seeing Robin pet the three legged cat that lived on the ship.

He had already forgotten its name.

It was however astounding the thing managed to stay on the ship during the storm, it did have only three legs so balancing must be hard.

It was then that Robin noticed him and waved him over.

As soon as he approached the ginger's smile turned into a frown as he saw the splinters in Rikaad's bandages, making it clear that he had punched the chest again.

The redhead stood up and rushed to examine the damage he did to his own arms.

“What happened? Did you punch the chest again? Why would you do that? And now there's splinters in your arm! You should let someone take them out!”

He looked at his bandaged arm, seeing tiny pieces of wood stuck in the bandages and in some parts even his own flesh, causing tiny red dots to appear where blood seeped out.

Robin was right, walking around like that might get it infected, also it wasn't exactly the best for his Image as king.

That's why he only destroyed his own stuff.

Or training dummies, but they didn't have those on the ship.

“I will when i have time, do not worry about me i am fine”

Robin did not look convinced but didn't say anything else about it.

“So what are you doing today? I'm going to visit the Doc again and see if he can teach me a bit more first aid”

Rikaad was going to do the same as yesterday.

“I will take the telescope and keep watch, if someones out there i will see them, be it friend or fiend”

He really hoped he'd manage to see Donovan or at least any sign he was still alive.

But there was nothing but water for miles, and according to the map the storm had happened in the place farthest away from any piece of land.

It looked grim, but from what little he knew about human interactions he shouldn't mention that to the kind ginger.

“Okay, you do that, but please let me get the splinters out and new bandages on? I've already gotten better at first aid! The Doc is very patient with me! Uh, pun not intended”

He hadn't even been aware that there was a pun until it was pointed out.

“I will be fine, if you have bandages on you you can change them if you want”

To his Surprise Robin actually did have some on him, which he pulled out of the little satchel he was wearing.

He managed to swiftly undo the old bandages and remove the splinters before rewrapping it with the fresh ones.

Hed really gotten better, and in such a short time too, maybe he'd have to meet this Doc person himself sometime.

If that Doc managed to so easily teach Robin things he'd surely be interesting.

Suddenly Robin hugged him tightly, taking him by surprise as the Ginger squeezed his taller form.

“I miss him, do you think he's okay?”

The smaller and surprisingly warm form on the ginger clung tightly to him for the moment and Rikaad awkwardly put his hands on Robin's shoulders.

Sometimes he really wished he was better at Human interactions, but at least he was learning.

“Don't worry, he's pretty sturdy, im sure he's more worried about us right now”

He hoped so at least, he would hate to have lied to the Ginger.

The redhead sniffled quietly, ineffectively squeezing Rikaad in the desire for human contact Rikaad couldn't really give.

He just let his hands rest on the younger ones shoulders, not knowing what to do.

Physical contact had always been something he forgot was necessary for the large majority of people.

Just not him.

He felt like he should do something, but had no idea what, so he ended up stiffly and slowly patting the mess of Red hair.

“If you're sure, it's just, if i wasn't outside at the time he would never have followed and would still be onboard now, with both of us”

“This is not your fault, if anyone is to blame it is me for telling both of you to come along”

Robin just mumbled something into his shirt, pressing his face against the taller’s chest.

He was then saved from the awkwardness by the cat, the thing Meowed and in his opinion it sounded horrible, all scratchy and stilted.

Robin let up on him to coddle the three legged feline instead.

“Well, if you say so, but i don't think it's your fault either, We didn't have to come with you but we did, but I hope we find him soon, or arrive at that island.

I think for now i'm going back to the Doc and see if he can show me more useful stuff? So far i only know how to make bandages better and how to get a fish hook out of a finger” Rikaad nodded, proper first aid was something useful.

“You do that, i will go back to observing the ocean”

The ginger nodded and wished him luck before slinking back under the deck, cat in tow.

He looked to where the ginger had disappeared for a moment longer.

Robin could bring out the best in everyone, even in him, and he was glad for it, it actually made him feel more like a person instead of just a Human.

He went to the back of the ship where currently nobody else was, gripping the railing with one hand and holding the telescope with the other.

As expected, nothing but water.

No hint of green, aside from some algae.

He gripped the railing tighter, causing it to start splintering.

The longer this took the less likely it was that they would find him.

How strange it was that he counted the Bastard halfling that literally ate him to his friends.

He remembered that day very well, the cold and the adrenaline.

The fact he had stabbed Donovan, something he had apologized for since then.

Luckily Donovan had understood why, After all, no normal being would expect being eaten to be safe.

still.

He had not been the one in control, and he had hated it.

Well, now he was basically in control of everything within the Kingdom's borders, and he was failing already.

Especially the War, well battle rather, with Maringand had stressed him enough that he had actually agreed to get eaten a second time.

Why he did that wasn't exactly clear to him.

As much as he normally hated to be out of control that time Donovan had been nice and very understanding about it, simply offering and Rikaad was sure if he had said no Donovan wouldn't have pushed it.

He had had a bit of control, albeit only because Donovan gave it.

Donovan could have done whatever he wanted to him, hell, all of them.

But everytime he chose to be kind.

Why?

Kamerasca had never been kind to him, hated him even just for being something not fully human.

He didn't understand why though, Donovan was still half human, and knew basically nothing about elves, really the only thing different were the pointy ears, and anatomy but that was not something people could see anyway.

It was very easy for ‘normal’ people to fall into the mindset of them and us.

But Rikaad didn't really have that.

For him it wasn't them and us but rather himself and everyone else.

He was by no means a selfish person but he didn't really see why people had to be categorized like they were now.

To him all of them were living, breathing, thinking and feeling beings.

So how could one group dare and say they were better than the others?

In the end everyone died the same, all people that he ever knew were as mortal as everything else, despite some claiming otherwise.

In the end everyone died, even Oakley had admitted he could be killed, just not by normal means.

Immortality did not exist.

So he just could not fathom how some people grouped together to declare themselves better than the rest.

Everyone held different values and beliefs, Why did it have to be so hard to just let people be?

Maybe Rikaad just saw things from an emotionally too distant point of view but he knew he was right.

Emotions were fine and all, but they also made people misjudge a lot.

Everything would be so much easier if things could just be talked out.

But he really doubted that would work, at least not in his lifetime.

He briefly wondered what he would be like if he wasn't so emphatically numb.

But then again he'd probably never know.

But maybe, just maybe his friends would manage to thaw the metaphorical ice block in the way of his empathy and he'd finally get to feel more than just anger and calmness.

“Could you maybe not break the railing? We already have to replace the mast and i don't want to put even more on the list”

He turned around to come face to face with the captain of this vessel.

“Hello captain Nemas, how long until we reach the Island you mentioned?”

The man, who had forgotten his coat today, shrugged.

“Depends on wind and waves, but I'd estimate about two to three days, if the Ocean favors us it'll be more likely two.

Though it is the open sea, so who knows? So far she seems to like us enough not to send Monsters our way”

Sea Monsters, right, he found it weird that he hadn't even seen one.

“True, i have not seen a single one, but i am not so foolish to believe we are safe all the time”

The captain nodded, looking out at the endless seeming blue.

“Well, to be fair this route is well traveled, and hunters regularly sweep through here.

At this point even the sea monsters ought to know that attacking ships on this route will end with them either Dead or Injured, or if they manage to snag a boat they will be hunted.

Quite frankly the things here are not really worth their time”

It made sense, if lots of Boats and ships came through this route Monster hunters could make a pretty coin simply by keeping the route safe, which in turn made it better for everyone.

“I suppose so, at least it is in our favor then.

Did you need anything from me? Or are you just here to tell me to not break things?”

Captain Nemas just shrugged.

“Well, half, as captain I also have to make sure everyone on board is okay, i'll talk to your Ginger friend later as well.

But for now I just wanted to see how the king of Kamerasca is doing.

Seriously though, you're awfully young for a king, and this is chaos”

Rikaad didn't have to be told that he was rather young to be a king.

But circumstances demanded that he take the role.

“The old man is dead, and i am the only living heir, nobody else has the credentials to take the crown, it does not matter what i want”

The captain tilted his head a little, trying to grab something from the coat he was not wearing.

“Well, its nice that you think about other people first, but from my years as captain let me give you one very valuable piece of advice”

Rikaad looked suspiciously at him, while not a King Nemas WAS a leader, so maybe it would really be useful?

“Advice? What kind of advice?”

“Willing to hear it eh? Good, number one is that you don't have to do stuff alone, talk to people! They might think of things you would never even consider!

And secondly, take breaks, and i mean enough of them so you're not tired, a tired mind is prone to misjudge situations, or even make them worse, keeping a clear head can save a life”

Those actually were not bad pieces of advice, it was just hard to do so as Rikaad was already used to doing things alone.

But he could learn if he had to.

Though, the one where he should take rests might actually be the harder one.

“I will consider it, thank you for your time, and i ask again that if you see any sign of Donovan you Inform me immediately”

The captain nodded and waved at him, already turning back to go down the stairs.

“Of course! And if you see something, inform me as well! Also don't fall in the water, there's creatures!”

Nemas was gone mumbling something about Royals having a stick up their asses before Rikaad could ask what kind of Creatures he meant.

Probably sharks or squids, since no monsters were on the route they could thrive without worrying about larger predators.

The rest of the time till afternoon was quite boring,

with Rikaad changing his lookout place sporadically.

The only things he could see was water once again, the most interesting thing that had happened thus far had been a whale sighting, it had breached the surface and created a fountain before diving down again.

Shame, it didn't even do one of the jumps he'd heard about.

He went to the front of the boat again, planning to see if he could make out any land or something else.

For a few minutes there was nothing, as expected but then a small brown shape popped up.

He squinted, trying to make out what it was, driftwood maybe?

But then he saw the shoddy sail attached.

A little boat with a sail where normally it was too small to have one.

From the way it looked it was some ‘do it yourself’ thing.

Someone shipwrecked maybe?

On top of that it was in collision course with the Victory Rose, he should probably inform captain Nemas of this so he could plan the course accordingly.

He took one good look to make sure he was seeing things right before searching for the captain.

Then he walked down the stairs to the lower deck again and kept an eye out for the captain.

He spotted the man quickly enough, walking out of his cabin and apparently having gotten his coat.

Rikaad immediately headed in his direction, making the man Jump as he appeared in front of him.

“By my drowned ancestors! Don't sneak up on me like that! If i get a heart attack well all be in trouble and-”

He tuned the ambling out for a second, not really finding that he had sneaked up and more so that Captain Nemas had been distracted.

“We are on collision course with a very small Boat, due to the makeshift sail i believe it might be someone shipwrecked”

The captain blinked at his words, grabbing his own telescope and leaning over the side of the ship, hanging on with one hand on the railing.

Despite not being a sailor even Rikaad could tell that surely wasn't safe nor a standard thing to do.

“Huh, there really is someone, how weird, we are nowhere near any land!

With such a small vessel they couldn't have gotten very far, maybe they capsized in the storm a few days ago?

Whatever the case we should probably check if anyone is on board and if they are okay”

The captain swung himself back on deck, leaning on the railing he had hung from just seconds ago.

“I hope you won't mind us possibly picking up some lost souls? We are headed in that direction anyway so all it'll cost is a little bit of time!”

“You are the captain, if you want to stop the boat in the middle of the sea then you can, I do not mind as long as they are not pirates”

Rikaad wasn't exactly sure why the captain asked him that, while he didn't particularly care he also didn't want to condemn people to a possibly gruesome fate of dying on the open ocean.

The captain nodded and then sprinted up the stairs to the steering wheel, taking over from whoever had been there before him and sending them away with some instructions Rikaad could only half hear.

Apparently they were told to get ready to pick up the people on the boat and now scurried off to prepare as fast as they could.

Good, though he hoped they weren't pirates seeing as he came here to put a stop to them.

He wandered over to where they had dragged a long rope ladder to the side they expected the little Boat to pass by.

Indeed it was already a lot closer, being able to see it just fine without the telescope.

He still walked to the front and looked through the telescope to try and see more details.

It was entirely possible that the boat was empty after all.

He briefly wondered where Robin had gone and then remembered that he was under deck doing something with the resident Doctor.

He hoisted the telescope up to his eye and looked through it, seeing that there was indeed a single person on the tiny boat.

They weren't frantically waving for help or anything, just standing there with one hand holding the makeshift mast from falling over, staring at the way the bigger Ship headed straight for them.

He couldn't make out much of the person aside from the clothing and very short strawberry blonde hair.

How weirdly calm for a shipwrecked Person.

Though there was nothing else aside from a single duffel bag and some rope in the boat, it was unlikely this one would prove to be a danger to anyone.

And if his assumption was false they still could just lock them up in a room somewhere.

He walked down to the main deck again, standing out of the way for the sailors who had tossed the rope ladder over the side and tied it to one of the many hooks on the ground.

There also was someone with a first aid kit.

He wondered why they hadn't gotten the Doc but if the person managed to stay okay on the boat it was unlikely they were majorly injured.

Also they were standing on their own straight up and seemed to still have all their limbs.

If they were indeed injured it couldn't be all that bad.

The little wooden vessel had seen better days though now that it was close enough to see properly.

At this point the person who appeared to be a young man judging by hair and clothing had seen them as well, was staring right at them even.

And then saluted them as he saw the rope ladder and the frantic motions of some of the sailors pointing to it and shouting if he needed help he could come onboard.

The young man managed to steer the dingy boat closer and leaped at the rope ladder after grabbing their bag.

He climbed the first part up rather fast, apparently not keen on getting hit by a wave.

Well he didn't look like he had spare clothes so it made sense.

Rikaad then noticed the captain walking past him and leaning over tha railing to help the shipwrecked up.

Grabbing him randomly under the arms to lift him over the railing.

Only to get decked in the face immediately.

“Don't fucking touch me!”

Captain Nemas held his now possibly broken nose, the blood running out between his fingers.

Well that sure was not an ideal way to introduce oneself, especially after being saved.

“Ah, apologies young man, I just wanted to help as I was not sure how strong a shipwrecked person would be!”

he made a grimace, exposing his teeth.

Rikaad noticed that they were faintly pointier than normal.

“I can help myself!”

He growled and dusted himself off.

Rikaad also noticed that on top of the faintly sharper teeth he also had ears that were just as faintly pointier than normal.

Probably some elf ancestry, if weakly so.

Even the eyes where near unnoticeably off, tinted the tiniest bit orange it looked more beige than anything

The rest of him was boringly normal,The strawberry blonde hair cut rather choppily and face a bit on the rounder side.

He would still pass as completely human though as long as nobody got too close.

Maybe that was why the captain had gotten hit, Kamerasca wasn't the only Kingdom that didn't like Fae, even if Kamerasca didn't anymore.

It made sense for him to be not trusting of strangers, even if they did help.

There was always the small chance to get in even more trouble.

The young man was offered the first aid kit but declined it, saying he was fine.

Then he got bombarded by questions, on what had happened, why he was out here and where the actual vessel was instead of the already lost again glorified wooden bowl.

Captain Nemas stepped up despite his bleeding nose.

“Guys! And gals of course! Let the poor youngin breathe! We shouldnt crowd the poor guy after just having been saved! We really ought to-” Before the captain could start Rambling again the young Man interjected.

“Im fine don't worry just not too fond of people normally, my names Leon, sorry for punching you by the way, was a reflex”

Captain Nemas waved it off.

“Oh no worries! Throughout my life I have been hit by far worse!

A good ol’ punch in the face reminds of the bar brawls! Miss those! Maybe the next vacation time i can get to do it again”

Leon stared at him.

“You love talking don't you?”

The captain made a surprised face, uncharacteristically quiet now, but Leon had already walked past him, sitting on one of the crates and checking his bag.

Well that sure was an interesting person, immediately calling the people who had saved him out on stupid things.

Though, the sun on the ocean could be quite harsh, What if they had a heatstroke? Or were dehydrated?

As much as he had to admit to being curious, If he didn't want to talk to strangers, that was this Leon guys right.

But he’d still do the polite thing and advise him to seek out the doc, even if just to check for dehydration.

He walked up to him, calmly to not seem like a threat.

He was glared at distrustingly, the stare was intense enough to have kept the other sailors at bay.

But not Rikaad, who thus far had never been affected by such things.

“You should go and visit the Doc on the ship, even if you don't have any injuries you might still be dehydrated or have a heatstroke”

He was met with a death glare that could have melted the ice Kamerasca had been covered in some time ago.

“Don't tell me what to do, and I don't need a Doc, I'm fine, who the hell are you anyway?”

Well, this was probably the most hostile person Rikaad had ever met.

“If you are sure, though, you should ask the captain what quarters you'll be staying at.

As for my name you can call me Rikaad”

He wasn't sure if he should give out his full name, especially seeing as this one had at least some Fae heritage.

Instead of responding to what he had said Leon asked a question.

“You don't look like a sailor, where are you from?”

his opposite looked at him with narrowed eyes, probably trying to judge if he was a threat.

“I am from Kamerasca, I hired this Ship to help in an array of endeavors”

“Kamerasca? Isn't that the place that imports crab meat and wheat? Wine too if i'm not mistaken”

He gave a curt nod to this.

“Yes Exactly, our soil is quite good for a harvest an our coastline seems quite popular among crustaceans”

He was still looked at with narrowed eyes and a clear hostility emanated from Leon still.

“Whatever, I'm not here for a geographic course or whatever.

What do you work as? If you managed to hire an entire ship you probably have a good bit of cash”

Should he tell? Then again this was only one person and he was more physically fit.

“I am the King, i came here to personally deal with a Pirate problem”

The young man looked at him with an expression that somehow was deadpan and witheringly glaring at the same time.

“Well, at least one of those fucking Nobles tries to deal with shit on his own, gotta admit that's my first time hearing about something like that”

Rikaad was aware that other kingdoms send out ambassadors and the like for this, but he liked to take a look at things on his own.

“I suppose, though i would not ask someone to do something i can do myself, as King i am the responsible one so i have to see to things myself”

Leon rolled his eyes, turning away.

“Yeah whatever, im gonna ask the captain of this thing where the fuck im supposed to sleep”

With that the shipwrecked man walked away.

What a strange encounter, but Rikaad had promised to himself to try and interact with people more.

And this certainly had not been boring at least.

He'd still keep an eye on the stranger though, just to make sure.

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