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woso-dreamzzz · 4 months

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Bully

Hardersson x Teen!Reader

*Homophobic slurs*

Summary: Violence isn't always the answer

To be honest, you could barely remember the incident.

All you could hear were the taunts in your ears, the pulling on your school blazer and then suddenly they were on the ground and your knuckles were split.

They glared at you from across the hallway, both of you sitting on the floor outside of the headmistress' office.

An icepack was pressed to your jaw and a matching one was on his eyebrow.

He had gotten up quickly after you hit him, slamming his own fist against you until you were both snarling and grappling with each other in the corridor.

You glared back at him, lips curled back in a sneer quickly wiped off your face when you saw exactly who you were trying to avoid stalking down the hallway.

Selfishly, you thought that neither of your mothers would get the call, that being at practice meant they wouldn't be as attached to their phones. But, no such luck and you pulled your hood up over your head to hide away.

You couldn't meet their eyes as they came to a stop just in front of you. The boy's parents were there too.

"Of course," He said scornfully," A dyk-"

You surged up from the ground, intent on swinging at him again but Morsa caught your raised arm in her hand and gave you a stern look. You melted under the weight of it and tore your arm away.

"Ah," The headmistress said, opening her office door," You're all here. Why don't we step inside and get this sorted out?"

You slumped in your seat, squished between your Momma and Morsa. They were still in their training kits, probably having skipped out during lunch when they got the call.

"I don't see what there is to sort out," The boy said arrogantly and you instantly felt bad for his parents, who looked extremely embarrassed at being here in the first place," She hit me. I protected myself."

"Don't act like it wasn't provoked!" You snapped.

Momma grabbed at your wrist and sent you a look of warning.

"It was just a joke!" The boy defended," It's not my fault that there's no banter in whatever Russian city you're from!"

"I'm not Russian!"

He scoffed. "Like it matters."

You glared again and Momma tightened her grip on you.

The headmistress sighed deeply, rubbing at her temples. "Jason," She said," This is the third time this week that you've been in my office over a 'joke'. What was it this time?"

He remained silent.

She turned to you.

"I'm not excusing your violence but it would be best if you came clean about what happened, if he provoked you like you said."

"You calling me a liar?"

"y/n," Morsa said sternly and you recognised the tone as 'come-clean-or-you'll-be-in-even-more-trouble'.

"He's been calling me a dyke ever since I transferred," You said in a huff, staring at the stupid motivational poster behind the headmistress' head," And he makes fun of my mums all the time. He..."

Momma's fingers stroked over your bruised knuckles. "Go on."

"He asked me if it was safe to have a dyke like me in the changing rooms with the other girls." Tears stung in your eyes but you refused to let them fall. "So I hit him."

"Liar!" He slammed his fist onto the headteacher's desk.

"Jason!" His mother shrieked. It looked, at least, that she didn't agree with his words. "What have I told you about using that foul language?!"

While they argued, your Morsa turned to look at you. You couldn't read her expression. She just stared down at you, slumped in your seat and unwilling to make proper eye contact.

"You hit him?"

"You know I hit him."

"Hard?"

"Yeah..."

She nodded. "Good."

"Magda!" Momma snapped," Don't encourage her!"

"Right, yeah." Morsa was silent for a moment. "Er...Don't do it again. Violence isn't the answer..." She glared at him from the corner of her eye. "Even if it's against homophobic little brats."

"Magda," Momma hissed again," I mean it."

With both families squabbling, your headteacher sighed deeply before getting everyone's attention again.

"Listen," She said," Honestly, something like this rarely happens here. Miss Harder, Miss Eriksson, truly, I'm sorry that these kinds of words have been thrown at your daughter so frequently but you must know that I can't have violence like this in my halls."

"Of course," Momma said," We understand."

"But, y/n clearly has been harassed so I think an exclusion for the rest of the week will suffice. Jason, as for you, I'm not too sure that there's a future for you in my school."

"What?! Come on!"

"Miss Harder, Miss Eriksson, I believe that our business is done for the day. y/n can return on Monday morning."

"Thank you," Momma said, standing up and pulling you along with her," This won't happen again."

The car ride home was a bit tense and every time you looked up, you made an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with Momma in the rearview mirror.

"Go to your room," She said as soon as you pulled up to the house.

"Momma-"

"Your room. Now."

You hurried off, ignoring the sympathetic look Morsa gave you as you shoved past her. There wasn't much to do in your room, especially when Momma had confiscated your phone as soon as you got into the car.

You could do nothing but stare up at the ceiling and flex your aching hand.

"I'm not sorry," You said as the door opened," He deserved it."

Momma stood in your doorway, arms crossed over her chest. "What you did..." She took a deep breath. "Was irresponsible and stupid. Why didn't you just tell a teacher?"

"I did!" You snapped," The first time it happened! They didn't do anything!"

"y/n-"

"No! I know that I shouldn't have hit him but I don't regret it! He had it coming!"

She crossed the room and perched on the edge of your bed. "I don't doubt that. But it was still a silly thing to do. You said that this has been going on for a while. Why didn't you tell one of us?"

You rolled your eyes. "Does it really matter? It...We'd just moved. It didn't seem as worrying as you're trying to make it out to be. It's done. It's over. Can we just skip to the part where you yell at me?"

There was silence for matter before Momma spoke again," I'm not going to yell at you. I...I just wish you'd handled it in a different way."

"But?"

"But I'm glad that you showed everyone not to mess with you." She said the words almost like she was embarrassed to admit them. "I don't think anyone will be bothering you for a long time."

You sat up and grinned.

"Don't get cocky," Momma warned you," You're not grounded or anything but every day you're off school, you'll have chores to do."

"I can do my chores," You said brightly.

She rolled her eyes and took your hand, pulling you up and off your bed. "Come on. Morsa's got some ice for your jaw and fist. Next time, aim for the nose."

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privitivium · 3 months

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After fulfilling your duties of housework and grocery shopping, you spend the rest of your day baking… around four, you begin working on dinner when an alarm rings from your phone; indicating that your darling husband is on his way home… he hasn't texted you all day today, leaving you just a bit worried.. he usually does every hour, but you shouldn't be too concerned as he does get busy… you can't blame him if he doesn't respond quickly-! You berate yourself with a soft huff, shuffling around the kitchen fluidly in nothing but black thigh highs with little white bows, paired with pink sheer lace underwear that showed off the print of your soft cock,,, and a frilly, lacy pink apron tied around your waist and neck. Pink and black are your husband’s favorite colorsㅡobviously you were gonna flaunt them with pride even in the comfort of your home! It was like a sign of ownership to you…

Interrupting your train of thought of debating which confection would taste better with certain drinks as you stir a glass bowl of brownie batterㅡthe lovely sound of the front door's lock clicking - y-your husband! Home… your hands tremble as butterflies tickle your gut - looking over the counters of the kitchenㅡ

The door swung open, the creaking of the hinges doing the storytelling. His footfalls.. entering - door closing behind him with a minor slam.. His bag, you assume, lands on the floor with a dull thud, carelessly dropped. The sudden noise broke you from your stupor of debating whether you should try and clean upㅡdeciding rather smartly, rinsing your hands briefly immediately hopping to greet your husband dutifully - having been awaiting him all day from the second he left for his 9-to-5..

“My love…!” Cheerfully enunciating, breaking away from your bowl you were vigorously stirring moments before - wiping your hands off on your frilly little apron and shuffling toward the front door where your husband merely stood in place as you near - his eyes level to your chest.. Seraphine, completely still with a resting face full of vexationㅡyour forehead creasing in concern at the vibe emanating from your small lover.. usually he would be as chipper as ever, rushing to kiss you.. you were exuding worry, rather than alarm as one would be when dealing with such a nasty mood..

“I missed you. H-How was your day?” A bashful, excited smile worms onto your lips as you hover over him without meaning to, gently placing your palm along his stiff shoulderㅡgrunting in surprise as he lurches forward; burying his face in your chest, nuzzling; a soft groan escaping his lips; muffled by your pecs.

“A-Ah… Seraph..” You coo lovingly, face burning with bashfulnessㅡdespite all the time you've spent married - pairing that with how many years you've been dating.. you still get all blushy like an idiot schoolgirl when he touches you so gently,, his small hands placed upon your waist - gripping tightly before they slip behind, untying the strings of your apron wordlessly. Body stiffened, muscles hardened as you let him do so;; letting him eye you in your day clothes.. pulling the apron over your head and tossing it to the side in a soft huff - and you take the time to gently pet his head, a soft hum emanating from your chest as you try to soothe your agitated Seraphine… his face resuming his position on your now bare chestㅡwhat is this, motorboating? maybe.. you forgot what some sexual terms are acted out..

Yelping in surprise as he attaches his lips to your nipple - kissing, licking, sucking.. nibbling roughly. Your hand, trembling just as your legs were, snapping to cradle the back of his head,, budㅡand cockㅡhardening in his mouth, before he laps up his own saliva, groping at your sides,, “... gosh, today was the worst, honey..” he murmurs lips leaving your slickened bud to gaze onto your glazed over eyes full of wonder,. “I know just the thing to cheer me up.” Seraphine grinned remarkably wide, almost rabid - deranged; a bit strained as he tried to be kind, but he began pushing you roughly toward the living roomㅡstumbling, slipping as you were wearing socks on moderately polished hardwood floors.. before landing on the carpet - being shoved, harshly, into a sitting position onto the cushioning.. legs spread and heat swelling just underneath your navel as your husband drapes himself along your lap - taking advantage of your position and pressing his crotch into your rather.. admittedly bare cock,,,

“Don't ask me about my day....” Refusing to elaborate, as it was sure to piss him off moreㅡinstead, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sucking aggressively just underneath your jaw; relishing in the taste of saltiness - a sheen of sweat coating your body.. you were so cute, already so hard for your husbandㅡhe shifts his hips forward, intentionally grinding, knowinglyㅡdressed in the cutest panties where your dick and balls had nowhere to hide.. “Just let yourself be used, y'hear me? M-My fucking boss got on my ass just becauseㅡargh!” He interrupts himself by pinching on your hardened buds - growing sensitive as you yelp in shock and mild pain; groping your chest so roughly and molding your flesh in his dainty hands..

Your eyes flicker toward the kitchenㅡthe goods in the oven, a bowl of batter unattended, an absolute messㅡof course, it's worth burning one batch of goods, no? You'll have those, while Seraphine has the good, flavorful unburnt ones… “Y-Yes, of course, honeyㅡplease, allow me toㅡ” He cuts your your meek voice off by standing and promptly shucking his pants off, followed by underwear - so belligerent with his movements..

“Hush for a moment.” He interrupts, rudely, a hissㅡyou adjust your legs underneath Seraphine as he sits back along your lap; dick twitching and aching in your sheer lace underwear at the thought of your darling husband being relieved of tension just because of you… it makes you all giddy..,, making you all hard, as you merely sit there with your thoughts. You were just a doting husband, you can't help yourself! W-With your beautiful, providing husband sitting so closely to your cock, practically sitting on itㅡ“So good for me… my good lil husband, always so compliant...” With a slight dash of annoyance to his cooing tone.. mishearing him, as you were too busy staring into his eyes and trying to ignore the ache between your legsㅡOf course, there was nothing to complain about.. surely not the sight of your husband's soaking wet pussy that he spreads with his digits before lowering, pressing ontoㅡgrinding against your barely clothed cock.. o-of course not, what could there be to complain about?!?! “Much better. This.. this is your best quality.” Seraphine muttered to himself mindlessly, letting his upper body relax; promptly groping at your cock with his pussy - mewling as you threw your head back against the couch, very much compliant, yes..

Burying his face in your chest again… tonguing your nipple before simply resting his head down, grinding his pussy on your erection to stimulate himself lazily… keeping still, trying to be good for himㅡwordlessly, as you shift underneath him, squirming… Seraphine attaching his lips all along your neck, marking you up for his pleasure of seeing… not to mention how you tasted on his tongue, and all.. breathless, as he worms a hand downward; grazing against your pre-cum weeping cock and sliding down his folds, “... doesn't have a cute little husband waiting for him at home as I do. I'm much better than everyone at work!!” y-you need to distract him.. take away his stress as his stay-at-home toy for just that.. your reach down; hand grasping his wrist bravely.

He grunts in displeasure as you slowly drag his fingers to your lips - shyly, carefully, just in case he would snap at youㅡbefore you begin lapping, licking in between his fingers before promptly pushing forward and sucking on his digitsㅡalmost cumming at his taste of salty mild bitterness. Seraphine hissed softly, before he gently tugs his fingers away, trailing his digits down your abdomenㅡbreathing shakilyㅡever so teasingly and gripping the fabric of your underwear where the swell of your cock bulged, begging to be free - before he rips them open; girth springing upward with vigor, you, hissing in mild pain before he was immediately jerking you off; dainty hand wrapped around your length and pumping dryly before he was rubbing his pussy and using it as a lotion - giving you no time to adjust to such pleasure before he was already spreading his pussy and promptly sinking downward on your lazily lubed up cockㅡa symphony of mewls, Seraphine's and yours combined - the feeling of your cock stretching his already loosened pussy, a mild sting that he adored;; settling on your girth with ease, nestlingㅡclit buried in your groin. With dainty hands groping at your chest - a tad softer than moments before, and rubbing your perky buds between his moist digits - merely poking at your body for his pleasureㅡfor fun.

“God, this is just.. the ultimate remedy for a stressful day...” he sinks completely, voice breaking off into a soft mewl as you fill him up so deeply; so fucking lovely you are - “I-I'm so glad you think so, my darling..” the corners of your lips up turning into a shy smile, face burning deep with the warmth of arousal nestling in your abdomen, cock throbbing inside the hot warmth of his soaking pussy,, god the thought of him using anything else but you to relieve stress damn near brings tears to your eyes. you wanna be there for him, every second - anywhere, really.. Your hand, shyly moving inward.

"T-Touch me, yes,” Seraphine commanded weakly, feeling a bit too stuffed as he angles backㅡhand eagerly worming in between your bodies and slowly edging downward and feeling around for his clit - humming in delight that sounded too much like a whine, as your saliva-slick thumb runs over his pearl; thumbing in small circles.. Seraphine's pussy clenched around your cock as he gasps mutely at the stimulation before he slowly gets into the rhythm of bouncing himself whilst you rubbed on his clit, utterly focused- wondering how good you were doing as your cock throbs inside him so good,,, ,, his good lil stress reliever, his good lil husband that he loves to suck on for dinner,,,, making him cum on your cock so dutifully, uncaring of your own pleasure - so focused on him that it makes him giddy as though he was fucking you for the first time again..,, making him cum over and over - cleaning him up, unconcerned with his snappy quips as you bathe him,,, letting him rest,,, so sweet you are to your husband.

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muffinsin · 3 months

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Cassandra x fucked up/psychopathic reader

Prompt: Cassandra gets herself someone with little to no morals, someone violent and appreciative of her sadistic tendencies

(Fem reader)

Warning for: Violence, partly NSFW content

Idea inspired and matched by @fantasy-relax . Go check out their take of the story written in the reader’s POV! I absolutely loved it, and I’ll link it here! :) I highly recommend reading it too, as it’s a direct counterpart to this!

Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlists

Cassandra gasps in shock when she spots the small scratch on her sword. Immediately, this shock turns to anger.

“Hey!”, she yells, relishing in the wide, fearful eyes that land on her.

“"Look what have you done! My favorite sword has a scratch! You useless woman!", she curses.

She grabs the sword tightly, her gloved hand running alongside the blade. It’s not even close to being as sharp as it is meant to be!

Is this foolish imbecile trying to sabotage her?!

" I'm s-orry Lady Cassandra my arm was tired and I-AHH"

Cassandra laughs at the scream that follows, the fearful eyes widening in terror.

The cut made by the sword was fast and made with lethal precision. The arm rests on the soft carpet, and it draws more laughter from Cassandra.

She crackles at the sight of the imbecile falling to her knees, more and more tears spilling down her red cheeks.

"Not tired anymore I bet", she snickers. More screams and cries follow.

Please this, please that. Please spare me, please, please, please, please. As if the word has any meaning to Cassandra at all. She merely rolls her eyes at it. If her prey was a little more entertaining with her begging, at least!

She inspects the bloody blade, a sick smile coming to her lips.

Perhaps, it was sharpened properly after all. She shrugs it off. The scratch still lays beneath the blood!

With a large grin on her face, she steps to the kneeling woman again, her hand reaching out to grasp the little bit of her upper arm that is left.

Again, the woman is howling in pain.

With a quick cut to her other arm, it also falls to the floor. Cassandra crackles as blood spills and splutters in her face.

Now she sees the twitching fingers of the unattached arms, she giggles. She should’ve probably broken them first, but this one is really testing her patience!

With another slash to her chest, the woman screams again. She falls on her back, and Cassandra laughs loudly at the image. With no arms remaining, she can barely squirm away.

“Poor, little maid”, she states mockingly. Like a turtle turned on its shell.

She allows to drop the sword to the floor. It is in need of proper sharpening now!

Instead she brings out her sickle. She relishes in the fear that surrounds the maimed woman.

The maid keeps screaming, until Cassandra at last is done with her and cuts her head in another clean swipe of sickle.

She smirks to herself, yet nearly jumps in surprise upon hearing a hum.

In the doorway, stands another maid.

Golden eyes catch yours, and she gives you a sadistic smile.

"What is it, little morsel? Want to be next?", the taunts, giggling. Oh, two victims in such short times? Ah, and you practically ran into her arms!

She’s crackling with delight.

Rising from the floor, she walks up to you slowly, circling you such as a predator would their prey.

She licks the blood off her sickle, golden eyes wide in excitement. You smell so well already! Perhaps she would let you run along, merely to chase after you. Not that you’d stand a chance against her, of course.

She’s just about ready to raise her sickle to your pretty face when unexpected words fall from your dry lips.

"That was a clean cut my lady, you have a steady hand"

She freezes.

What?

Cassandra is left dumbfounded, her eyes, even with her lazy eye, wide as you easily walk past her and inspect the body.

You bend over it, and all she can do is watch.

What the?

She thinks she is just ready to catch herself again, to resume taunting you and kill you when another comment comes from you.

"You also have to be pretty strong or have a sharp weapon to make this so smoothly"

She finds herself frozen yet again, her flies buzzing in excitement beyond her control.

What’s going on?

She resists the urge to tell you, proudly, that the weapon was rather blunt and it was her sheer strength that allowed her to maim, then kill.

You’re standing now, and it’s as your eyes bore into hers. She doesn’t understand.

Why are you praising her for this? Maids usually cry at her sight. The staff calls her a monster.

And why is she liking your praise this much?! You’re a lowly maid! She shouldn’t be accepting compliments from the likes of you! What if her sisters found out? What if her mother was to fi-

Another comment.

"Truly impressive"

This one makes her chest feel light. Her eyes widen for a moment when she feels her cheeks heating up beyond her control and her flies buzz purr loudly.

Quickly, she swarms away, more and more until she is in the safety of her room.

Her prey is long forgotten as she falls into her large bed, face flushed and an uncomfortable ache in her chest and between her legs.

She groans at both.

With her blush only increasing and embarrassment taking over her, she swarms out of her dress and tends to the sudden wetness between her thighs.

Cassandra doesn’t know why she’s even doing this! She shouldn’t!

It’s a waste of time!

She’s only doing this to scare you!

You deserve to be scared!

She’s just proving things to you!

She definitely isn’t doing this to receive words of praises from you again…!

Still, she holds the unattached leg of a maid tightly, her scalpel making clean cuts into the soft flesh.

"How is this cut for you?", is carved inside in no time. She knows, it’s petty! Hell! She’s feeling petty!

“Pretty cut, bla bla!”, she curses. “I’ll show you this cut!”

You will have to falter in fear with this one! How dare you not fear her?! She’s going to show you! She will give you reasons to be afraid!

A petty pout turns to a wide, excited grin, she drops the leg in front of your door and knocks her gloved knuckles against it quickly and hard.

She feels her excitement bubbling in her chest.

She resists the urge to giggle when she hears you move about and quickly swarms to the ceiling, her dark golden eyes wide and curious as she clings to the wall.

Cassandra nearly curses herself for the blush on her cheeks. Stupid, stupid blush!

She can’t stop thinking of your words from yesterday. Your praise…

Cassandra bites her lip hard as she frowns and pouts.

She isn’t doing this to hear you praise her work!

At last, you are outside the door. Cassandra frowns when you pick up the leg with no qualms at all. Not even a little shriek? She could groan and growl in her aggravation!

Then, her breath hitches when you read her message aloud, a small smirk on your lips: "How is this cut for you?". Your voice is pretty…you are.

Cassandra squeaks suddenly at your next choice of words.

"Aww, My lady is pretty cute"

She’s blushing hard again, her entire face warm and pink, all the way up to the tips of her ears!

Cute?!

CUTE?!

She hasn’t- she’s never- never had anybody-

Cassandra’s eyes widen when you look up, her swarm quickly flying away. She still hears your soft laughter and nearly swarms face first into a chandelier.

Cassandra hums to herself as she cleans her sickle of blood again, when she suddenly hears some unlucky maid walk down the steps to the basement. She grins in anticipation.

Ah, what poor, unfortunate soul have they sent to clean this time?

She walks slowly, yet finds herself frozen in her spot again when she realises it’s you.

You’re inspecting one of the maids, one Cassandra has just finished playing with. She gulps.

What’s going on in your mind? Why are you just watching in wonder?

She prays there will be no blush appearing on her face this time.

She straightens her posture a little, forcing herself to fall back in her confident, predatory state.

"Seeing your future, little maid?", she hums. Golden eyes flicker with excitement when you flinch and she hears your heartbeat rate increase.

Ah, she knew she could scare you! She smirks confidently and hums in delight as she steps closer to you.

"I make sure to keep her miserable as long as possible by-

"Making cuts that are painful but not mortal, absolute brilliant, nothing less of expert like you"

Cassandra feels flustered yet again. What? What?!

She stands with her lips parted, her words having died on her tongue. Thankfully, you aren’t facing her.

She feels her cheeks burning as your fingers graze her arm to move her aside, and in her shocked state, feels herself move back when you push her hip and arm gently.

She watches, dumbfounded, as you take a look around. You seem so curious! So admiring of her work! It’s making her feel so flustered!

She growls, quietly, as though demanding to stop her body from reacting this way! She already feels the pull in her chest and the ache between her legs, the warm feeling on her cheeks.

She recalls her sisters’s words and growls again. She does not have a crush!

Cassandra Dimitrescu does not get such silly things as crushes! Even on a goddess like you…

She watches with more curiosity than she’d like to admit as you inspect one of her recent victims, a man-thing, held up by hooks that go through his hands.

He’s gagged, to stifle his annoying whimpers and cries. Cassandra has grown tired of hearing them.

She tenses when you poke his broken legs and giggle to yourself.

"Very creative", you admire.

Cassandra, happy you aren’t facing her, pulls her hood all the way down in an attempt to stop and hide her blush.

She’s purring, but hopes you’re unable to hear it. For a moment, she hits her own chest, as though to make the purring stop.

Of course, it doesn’t.

Full of curiosity, it seems, you keep exploring.

Praises fall from your lips like droplets from a waterfall, each making Cassandra feel more and more flustered and needy. She shouldn’t be so flustered at this! And she definitely shouldn’t be getting turned on for this!

"Astounding"

"Visionary"

"Imaginative"

Her swarm buzzes so loud, she knows you must hear it soon. Upon finding you’re starting to turn around, she quickly grabs you as a swarm and carries you out the door.

This is a first, she thinks with a blush, Cassandra throwing someone out of the dungeons.

"Rude", you remark as she drops you rather ungracefully and disappears back down.

She swarms until she is able to shut a door behind her, her back sliding against it as she sinks to the floor.

Cassandra’s face is burning bright pink and her flies buzz all too happily. She wishes she could fight the large grin on her lips as she hugs herself and pulls her hood down to cover her face again.

In the following days and weeks, Cassandra can’t help but gift you more limbs.

She can’t help but want to shower you in gifts. You’re so…perfect…she thinks with a dreamy sigh.

Upon finding that human ones are often praised and returned to her, she opts for gifting you animal meat instead. This one, you praise her for too, knowing she is spying, and even cook!

She recalls a couple of her gifts for you

A deer leg with the words “you have pretty eyes” carved inside. She remembers nearly falling from her spot at the ceiling when you read it out loud and hummed: “Mhm, my favourite colour has always been a dark gold”

Those were her eyes!

Her blush only went away hours after you said that!

A boar heart. She spent hours looking for one and was so proud to gift it to you with the attached note written in blood: “Did you know they are the most similar to humans?”

She nearly gasped upon seeing the fond smile on your lips and hearing the pretty giggle.

A full, juicy bunny. “Small like you”, written in blood. She had blushed at the small that was pulled from you.

This goes on for a small while, until one day a group of hunters try to raid the castle and kill the monsters inside.

Of course, they pose no challenge to Cassandra at all!

She crackles in delight, even, at the opportunity to kill this many!

Still, she’s pouting angrily. Daniela has six already! Bela has five and a few spare limbs! And her? Cassandra has only caught four so far.

She curses under her breath. Why must she be slower than her sisters?! She trains by far harder than them! It’s unfair!

With a start as she looks at one of the dead maidens on the floor, she remembers you.

She realises, unlike her, your life is in danger! Was, seeing as the intruders are now taken care of.

Bodies, blood and all kind of gore is in the floors and the carpets of the castle. Cassandra is unbothered by it. She must find-

Golden, dark eyes widen in delight when she first smells, then sees you kneeling on the floor at the main hall.

You’re well! At least she assumes as much.

In her worry, Cassandra can’t help but pounce. She tackles you to the floor easily, her body on top of yours, her thighs on each side of your hips as she leans down to inspect your beautiful face.

"Are you okay?! Did they hurt you?! Tell me who-"

"I'm fine lady bela take care of them", you interrupt gently. She calms down a little, yet frowns again when she sees the three bodies piled on one another in the corner of the hall.

"You took three", she states, curious.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me" You point at the three bodies, and she follows it. They’re all of decent size, and she’s quite impressed that you were able to take them on.

Quite refreshing, for a human.

"They are all yours, Lady Cassandra"

Her eyes snap back to you in surprise.

Hers? A gift? For her?

She smells their blood when she inhales…they smell scrumptious! She wants to take them, so bad. Yet…

There is a rule among the three sisters, to avoid fights, or at the very least lessen them.

Only the prey they hunt can be eaten by them. No sharing, no taking another sister’s prey. She blushes as she is once again reminded of her pathetic four bodies.

Then, she perks up. With your three, this would make seven! She’d have caught the most!

She knows, she is stronger than them…just not faster.

"I killed them, so they are mine, but I’m not gonna eat them, so they are all yours”, you reason. Cassandra blushes again.

She eyes the corner with the pile of bodies and grins widely again. Yes! She accepts! Mother will be so proud! Her sisters will be envious!

You…are so painfully adorable, perfect, hot and make her feel so flustered…

She gasps audibly above you when you grasp her chin tightly.

She keeps staring at you, golden eyes wide when you lift your apron to her face and begin to clean the blood around her lips.

She feels your thumb slide across them and can’t help but attempt to press her thighs together- something that clearly does not work with your hips between them.

Her face is bright red, pink cheeks and tip of her ears, an entirely flushed and warm face.

“Cute”, you whisper, and she really wishes she could’ve stopped that squeak that came from her.

She gasps when your hand moves from her chin and grabs the back of her neck instead, and with wide eyes, she feels herself be yanked downwards and to your lips.

After a second or so, she at last catches up and eagerly returns your kiss.

She’s moaning and whimpering, panting against your lips. She’s so flustered, and yet can’t help but grin and hold onto your hips tightly.

"FINALLY, the pining was killing me!”

You and her jump at the sudden voice in the main hall.

She’s covering you with her body, as though to protect you from an attack.

Instead, Cassandra blinks when her warm cheeks are smudged by her younger sister’s palm.

Quickly, she snarls at her and rips her face free.

"SHUT UP, DANIELA!”

From there on, you’re in a relationship. Cassandra eagerly brings you more and more gifts and shows you her appreciation for your praise in just the right ways.

She appreciates, too, when you bring her gifts.

Often, these include bratty maidens or animals you find out in the garden. Sometimes, rarely, you find her a rose and dip it in blood for her. She’s blushing endlessly when it is gifted to her. It’s beautiful!

She sits next to Daniela, rolling her eyes and acting as though she isn’t listening when her sister tells her of her latest book.

Suddenly, you come into the library, dragging a maiden behind you. Her eyes sparkle in delight! Lunch and a gift!

"Knock first! I know you have manners", Daniela fumes.

Cassandra snickers. She coos at you and resists the urge to get up and cup your cheeks. Like hers, they are flushed red. Yet while hers is the result of feeling flustered, she feels your heart beat angrily.

Still, she teases eagerly.

"Aww, did my draga mea miss me so much?”, she coos.

You seem to ignore her words, but certainly not her.

Pride blooms in her chest as you walk up to the table and grip her sickle.

The maid you’re carrying is dropped, crying and begging as she attempts to get away from you and the two murderous sisters.

Daniela rolls her eyes when she hears Cassandra’s heart rate pick up. She just wanted to gossip!

“Oh!”, Cassandra gasps when you grab the crying woman’s head by her hair, pull out her tongue and cut it off swiftly.

She crosses her legs and pushes her thighs together harshly at the ache and sting of her clit.

Never has she seen something this arousing before. Her face is flushed bright pink and she’s panting from only watching you.

"AHH-UGH!”, the pathethic woman cries. Cassandra watches with a dark, sadistic glint in her eyes as you merely grab her again and bash her head against the floor.

Neither her, nor you mind Daniela’s groans about the beautiful floor of her beloved library.

One, two, three, four, five bashes. She is out, and Cassandra feels as though she is drooling and her lips are dry at the same time.

You drop the woman her and walked to the sadist, and she gasps again when you throw the sickle on the table.

All words are taken from her. She can only look at you, her cheeks bright red and pink, her eyes wide and sparkling with love, admiration and arousal.

“Mgmph!”, she moans as her grin is grabbed and you kiss her deeply until she is panting. She feels the blush on her face just grow bigger and warmer at your actions and whimpers at the embarrassing purrs that come from her chest.

Cassandra bites her bruised lip as her gloved hand is grabbed by you, and smiles almost shyly when the tongue of the maimed woman is dropped in her hand.

She’s crying on the floor, bloodied and unable to move. She knows, if she did, Cassandra would be on her within seconds.

"Here my love, a snack", you speak softly. Cassandra blushes even more. She’s thankful Daniela seems to have taken her leave.

She moans when you kiss her again, your warm tongue inside her mouth and dominating hers easily.

She whimpers, almost, when you let go of her and only cup her bright pink, warm cheek.

You brush her hair behind her ear, and Cassandra feels too flustered to meet your eyes for a moment.

"I still have duties to attend, I’ll see you later, draga”, you coo, and she nearly whines again. The pressure between her legs is becoming nearly unbearable. How can you make such a display and then attempt to leave her to her own devices?!

She knows, she must look like a lovesick puppy. No better than Daniela. Oh, but she can’t help it at all!

She grabs your wrist quickly when you turn around, and blushes harder under your gaze. You’re smirking at her when you turn back to her.

“Don’t go…”, she breathes out, her thighs spreading a little. Her head spins when you inhale and kneel before her, your hand boldly squeezing her thigh through the fabric of her dress.

It seems, your duties can wait. They must!

“I-I’m your superior”, she breathes out. “You have different duties to attend to, now”, she adds.

You smirk at the panting woman, and Cassandra bites her lip at your hum.

“If my Lady wishes so…”, you whisper back, a sly smirk on your beautiful lips.

Suddenly, Cassandra feels herself be yanked off the cushioned sofa and onto the floor. She jumps when you lean close, your hand grabbing the crying woman’s bloodied chin.

“You best watch now, bitch. This is the closest you’re getting to your goal, you filth!”

She whimpers at the arousing scene, though feels puzzled. What? She doesn’t quite understand.

“What do you- YA!”, she shrieks when her hair is grabbed by you and you spread your legs.

Pulling down your underwear and tugging up your skirt, you push Cassandra’s head between your thighs.

She moans, your scent is making her feel lightheaded.

“Start, Cass. We don’t have all day”

She presses her thighs together harshly. She’s so wet, she feels it even through her entirely soaked, black panties.

Cassandra jumps when she notices you step on the squirming woman’s lower back, trapping her in place as you grant her a view of Cassandra’s tongue lapping at your folds.

She blushes at this, but knows: the woman won’t last. She will serve her as a snack after the meal she is having just now.

“Mghmm”, she moans, her eyes closing and her hands resting on your thighs.

Cassandra can’t help but thrust her hips forwards as she drags her tongue through your wet folds. She wants- needs- you so bad. And you seem to be in a similar state.

You’re utterly soaked for her, your pussy drooling your arousal and love for her. She’s panting as she licks you over and over again, before she at last wraps her lips around your clit.

Sharp moans and your nails digging into her head are her reward. She moans loudly, the vibrations of her against your clit only adding to the pleasure she grants you.

“Go-ood, keep going”, she hears you groan. You tug her hair sometimes, and she moans at each move.

Cassandra squirms and gasps, sucking and licking your lips all too eagerly.

“Mhmmmn, mhhnnnm”, she moans.

She feels you grind your core against her face, your hips shaking lightly.

The pathethic cries of the woman only fuel her further and add to the dripping wet arousal between her own thighs.

“Mhnnngn, she’s wonderful at this..!”, you groan, and she blushes and squirms again.

She hasn’t got a clue what the maid has done to deserve your wrath, but doesn’t care either. All she can focus on, is your quivering thighs.

With another broad lick across your southern lips, she collects more of your wetness.

“G-Good, so clo-ose”, you moan, and it’s music to her ears. She feels even more shameful and aroused when she pushes her clothed core against your leg, her soaked, panty covered clit rubbing against your ankle as she ruts against you.

She hears you chuckle breathlessly at this. She’s so needy, so pent up…

As her gloved fingertips dig into you slightly and she sucks your clit a little harder, she feels you orgasm against her lips.

Cassandra moans with you, her back arched and her tongue eagerly lapping her remaining meal.

“C’mere…”, you moan, and she obeys eagerly.

With a single pull and push, it’s now her who is smushed against the cushions. Yet, her cheeks burn hotly. Unlike you, she isn’t sitting.

She’s bent over, her chest and face against the cushions, her behind sticking out for you.

She digs her fingertips into the soft material of the sofa when you lift her dress and tear her black, partly transparent tights easily.

“Y-Yes…!”, she groans, eyes rolling to the back of her head at your rough actions. She knows, she’s right on the edge and utterly drenched for you.

“Good girl”, you praise as you tug her black panties off. She feels the air of the room hit her cunt for a mere moment and whimpers in embarrassment when you place your index and middle finger on one southern lip each, then pull them apart to reveal her completely.

Her face burns and her pussy drools.

“See that?”, you pant. She assumes you aren’t talking to her and it’s making her feel even hotter.

“That’s all mine, you fucking bitch. Don’t you forget that ever again!”, you curse. She squirms, and moans hotly when she feels your tongue drag through her soft folds.

Her back is arched and her thick thighs quiver, her fat ass shaking when you slap it playfully.

Cassandra feels so good, right there from all your beautiful teasing and demonstrations.

She moans hotly when a finger is pushed inside of her, then a second follows.

Her pussy grips you tightly, and a wet, squelching sound is heard with each thrust inside.

“A-Ah! Ye-es!! Don’t stop!”, she moans, her voice high pitched and loud. She groans and moans when she feels your lips wrap around her clit and suck it harshly into your mouth.

“Mhnnnm! F-Fuck! Yes yes! YES!”, she screams.

Your fingers thrust in and out of her fast, rubbing her warm insides and curling at her G-Spot as they thrust.

Cassandra sees stars when your teeth graze past her clit.

Soon, by far too fast for her to feel as though she has any of her dignity left, she cums on your fingers and feels a soft pair of kisses pressed against her thighs.

“That’s it, my Cassandra”

Her head spins at the possessiveness in your voice.

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Ok I have had this thought for days and it will not go away so I must share it with you lol. What about shy wife of lumberjack Henry bc he has taught her everything sexual having to explain to her why she is wet down there when she doesn't understand?

Why Am I wet?

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Reader

summary: (request says all) (Drabble)

Disclaimer: 18+ / Lumberjack!Henry Masterlist

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated

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“H-Hen?!” Y/n gasped pulling her hands from her underwear, seeing her hand start to glisten from the wetness. “Yes sugar pie what’s wrong-“ Henry shouted worried, his loud footfalls thudding into his girlfriend’s as he saw her sitting there in shock. Having been dating for two weeks now, it had become a regular thing that Y/n would sneak over her older boyfriend every time her grandparents were out of town. “W-why are my private parts leaking s-so much”

She whimpered kneeling on the bed, her panties pulled just enough to cage her thighs together, her fingers stringed with her own wetness. “Awh baby, were ya playin’ with yourself?” He teased cooing as he sat down beside her, taking her hand and sucking each of her fingers clean, “So sweet honey, must be all the sweets ya eat” He smirked watching her mouth fall agape, her lips quivering as they tried to hold in a smile.

“I-I was feelin’ the tingles so I kept itchin’ until it went a-away but I didn’t mean ta-“ She rushed out pouting as he dried her hand off with a shirt from the floor, his blue orbs watching how she seemed so panicked and embarrassed. “Do ya know what made ya feel all tingly sugar?” He asked quirking a brow and pulling her panties back on even though he hated the damn things so much, moving her to straddle his lap, her hands fiddling with the hem of his vest as she struggled to get the words out.

“Come on, no need to be shy”

“Ya won’t laugh at me will ya?” She asked peeking up at him, his fingers tucking loose bits of hair back, even taking off her earrings for her because he knew she’d be going to bed soon; she always complained of sore ears after sleeping with earrings in. “Ah won’t sugar pie”

“T-the kissy ya gave m-me a-after dinner” She whispered shuffling further into his lap, her lips pursed together as Henry did nothing but smirk at his girl on his lap; she was a sucker for his kissies. This one happened once they were both cuddled in her bed, small enough to a point where she practically had to be on top of him so they would fit. It started off with him rubbing her back hoping she could catch a small nap after they had spent the whole day running about town. When all of a sudden she had lifted her head and squished his face with her hands, forcing his lips to a pout so she could peck them.

Within seconds her tongue had poked through his lips allowing him to suck on it, tasting the strawberry sucker she had just a half hour ago, the both of them engaging in a tongue filled kiss; which lasted a good 20 minutes. Until of course he felt the need to clean the dishes downstairs, telling his woman to head on up to sleep and he’d come up to cuddle her soon.

“My sugar pie, ya just made yourself cum, from kissies” He taunted nuzzling his nose against hers, hearing her whimper and nudge closer to him, wanting to feel more and more of him on her body. In fact Henry could practically feel her pussy pulsing on his lap, poor thing was going rapid. “I-it’s so embarrassing m’sorry, i-i’ll go clean up” She muttered lifting herself off his lap, quickly grabbing her purple towel and locking herself in the en suite. She felt absolutely humiliated, her first proper proper boyfriend and she had basically masturbated without knowing, to their own kiss.

“Sugar butt, open up, I didn’t laugh like I said” He said gruffly twisting the brass doorknob until he heard her shower start running, along with the door lock clicking open. “I-I know but I jus’ wanna shower n-n’ get rid of it” She squeaked pointing to the wet spot on her panties, her eyes widening when Henry picked her up and sat her on the bathroom counter; his hands ripping the flimsy lace to bits, it’s residue scattered on the marble tiles.

“No. I’m gonna clean ya up, I caused it didn’t I?”

“N-no you don’t havta if i-it’s w-weird”

“How’d it happen again? A kiss? Like this?”

He smirked widening her legs, placing an open mouth kiss right onto her clit, sucking on it slightly before pulling away; her juices stringing his lips to her honey centre. “A-ah you-you just kissed my-“

“Yours? Is this yours baby?” He hummed kissing her folds, his tongue running through them, slurping up the remnants of her cum; moaning against her to send jolts up her spine. Without even letting her reply he had placed practically hundreds of tiny kissies onto her second set of lips, kissing them as if they were her actual lips. His tongue leaving no place untouched as he sorted through her folds, occasionally prodding at her bulging clit every so often.

“n-no s’yours” She whimpered feeling his lips leave her pussy, latching onto him as he carried her onto the bench in her shower, the shower head held tightly in his hand as he motioned for her to widen her legs again.

“W-wait this- won’t i-it be sore?” She said holding his hand back looking up at him, his chin covered in her juices as he just smirked and leaned down kissing her lips, feeling her moan once she tasted herself on his tongue: she did taste sweet. “Ya trust me don’t ya bunbun? Wan’ wash her for ya, my princess deserves all the treatment” He smirked, nodding along with her.

His hands holding one of her thighs as he slowly directed the shower head right onto her pussy, her body shivering at the hard water pressure rushing through her folds. “A-ahh” She sighed feeling relieved and both excited by the pleasure she was feeling, both her hands grabbing onto Henry’s forearms for stability, with him leaning forward and kissing her forehead affectionately.

This went on for a good 5 minutes before he finally turned the shower off, “all fresh n’ clean babydoll, feels n’ smells as fresh as a daisy” He whispered patting her dry with her towel, taking extra care knowing how sensitive she was.

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ikkosu · 29 days

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idk if I should make this au a series but here you go <3 (au explanation in the tags bc I don't want to spoil)

mouse-verse IMPASSIVITY is at an all time high. Prowl struggles to ignore the nudge against his ribs. A locked jaw, optics for slits are the best he's got under pressure. Even, better — bared dentas to deter trouble.

But there's something about Bumblebee — that punk is trying his patience, unfazed by the enforcer's abrasive demeanor. He's pushing it. Pushing it hard. Without even a glance, he's sure as Primus's aft a chesire grin is leeching from that face.

"And, what's the status?" His audials picked up on Optimus's voice, a blur of red and blue not too far in the laboratory from where he stood. Prowl straightens. Ah, professional. Be professional. He can't be seen behaving inappropriately.

Then, he hears your voice and loosens visibly.

"Neutral, sir. For now, at least. It'll come round eventually. But I'll try to stabilize it."

Prowl shifts, almost imperceptibly, on his pedes. The scout is now focused on a bubbling flask. A digit out, prodding the capped casing. Phosphorus, Prowl recognizes. Vanilla crystals blossomed at the bottom and explosively so. But he bites back a chastise — if the yellow bug is broken out of his curious stance, Prowl might not be able to grasp this chance to, well, have a look.

So, he tilts his helm and lets his optics skim, much the same as he does when he's scheming — a search for your figure amidst all the beams and laboratory apparatus of the room is discreet.

It was organized, clean. You fixed your workspace often. Adored organizing your paperwork in neat little bundles. He discerned some stacks under your desk with those pastel straps you always hoard from the nearest stationary shops.

That is the decorum, the attitude of a proper soldier. It is what he'd like to see in everyone's workstation. Clean and logically organized.

Once his optics caught your eyes, he swivels away. His doorwings piked up, much to his chagrin. A side periphery of a smile curling your mouth didn't help the flare of warmth prickling the back of his neck , running all the way up to his forehead. His frown becomes all the more apparent.

And, of course bumblebee notices.

"Can it." He grits out before he could say anything else.

Bumblebee just shrugs but the slag-eating grin is still there. "Didn't say I warned ya, buddy."

"Don't call me buddy." He says coldly. " I am not your buddy. I am your commanding officer and you will refer to me properly as such."

"Eugh, leave it for Ironhide to decide. I'm not here on a debate for ranks."He elbows his rib plates with a wag of his brows. "What I'm here for, though...." He trails off, and shimmies a crab dance to block his view.

Prowl grimaces and retaliates by looking above the horns of his head. "Enough. You're making a fool out of yourself." He bares out.

"Oooh. Someone's quite the looker, huh."

"And, you're about to gain a look of a lifetime, through physical means."

"Prowl suggested I seek your advice."

Both bots stiffen at the sound of pedes approaching. The Prime has his servos folded behind his back, hunching, and tilting his helm so he could regard your face. You trotted beside him, a hand shoved into the pocket of your labcoat and the other swiveling a pen.

"Oh, did he?" You stop before the enforcer.

The fat of your cheeks pulled into a smile.

"I did." Prowl clips. "You specialise in force fields — an expertise greatly suitable for that area of predicament."

Bumblebee adds "A great suitor for the other— hrrk!"

Prowl shoves an elbow against his ribs. The yellow bugs keels over, wheezing. Optimus raises an eyebrow. What he thinks of it is left unsaid as he turns to you.

"This won't be too demanding of me?"

"No, not at all." You wave placatingly. "I'm busy but this isn't' something of a problem I can't handle. I'll have the blueprints by dawn."

The Prime pats your shoulder, optics gentle as he heads for the sliding doors. "Have a good evening, mouse."

"You too, sir."

"And, you t—"

Prowl shoves the yellow bug outside, locking the laboratory pad with a few quick punch of his digits for good measure. When he's sure the two silhouettes are gone, he vents through clenched teeth and tries to conceal his irritation. Though, proven futile with how his doorwings twitch.

He's had enough, for today.

"Bothersome?" You mused.

"A work in paradise."

He swivels around and despite the smooth mask he's locked in, almost jumps at your close proximity.You're standing there, chin tilted up — he's already faltering, surprise shown through a quick flick of his doorwings.

"And, you say I'm not so discreet." You make a show of teetering on your toes.

He rolls his optics but complies nonetheless, lowering his helm but not his shoulders. He won't make it easy. No, not too low or you'll get a pass — he wants you to beg for it.

"Terrible." He chuffs. "Of all the soldiers I've assessed, you mouse, are the worst at discretion. Impulsivity seems to be a close friend, for you."

"But what does that make you, then?" Your lips, soft and pliable, are inches away from his chin.

He resist lowering his helm any further. But much to his dismay, Prowl slants his helm, counteracting his locked coding of not caving in.

"Reckless." He breathes out. "Worse than when Smokescreen toddled away with illicit high-grade."

A loose giggle bubbles from your lips, a sweet sound he shamelessly saved in his processors. Though, iritation paints his features when he recognizes the signs. You're deliberately stalling. Deliberately ignoring his advances. He bares his teeth, exasperated at the fact he has to spell it out.

"Kiss me."

"Oh?" You tilt away, a coy playful grin. "Why would I do that, officer when discretion is at play here?"

"Because we're behind closed doors. Because if you dont, you're disobeying a direct command from your superior. And because —" Agitation pulls at his face and digits pinched your chin, pulling you close."— i've missed you."

It's not often he's affectionate. You're always the one pulling the trigger first — but when he does it, you find it oddly endearing of how desperately he wants it.

"Kiss me." He says again.

And, that was enough for you to close the distance. Hands on his shoulder plates as you lean up to catch his lips. Instantly, he melts into your touch, servos gripping your waist.

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randomprose · 6 months

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“What the fuck are you eating?”

“Uhh,” He Tian looks up from his spread of instant noodles, an unpeeled boiled egg, a half pack of Hot Cheetos, a banana, and two Monster drinks all bought from the convenience store a block away from their apartment. “Girl dinner?”

“A what?” Mo Guan Shan looks at He Tian like he just spoke another language as he puts down the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter.

“You know,” He Tian makes a vague waving motion with his hand that’s not submerge inside the Cheeto packet. “Girl dinner.”

Mo Guan Shan continues to stare at him like he’s gone crazy—which, to be fair, is a look he gives He Tian at least once a day since they’ve known each other.

“Girl dinner! From TikTok! How can you not know what girl dinner is?!”

“You keep saying that like it actually means something.” The condescending look Mo Guan Shan shoots He Tian is enough to put a lesser man to shame.

But! He Tian is not, and therefore, undeterred. Besides, he gets that look from Mo Guan Shan often enough that he’s built up an immunity. So, he just puts down his chopsticks, licks his hands clean of Cheeto dust, and pulls out his phone to open TikTok.

“Wait. Lemme show you. I can’t believe you’ve never heard of girl dinner. It’s all over TikTok.”

“And what the hell is a TikTok?”

“Ah, sorry. I meant, Douyin. TikTok is just what they call it in the states.”

“If it’s the same then just fucking say Douyin.”

“Whatever. Come here and watch this.”

Mo Guan Shan walks to where He Tian is seated on the couch. He’s pulled up a video and in it, the person is eating…a macaroni and cheese in a wine glass. What the hell. The audio is in English but Mo Guan Shan has taken enough lessons to understand what it says. And then it’s followed by a ridiculous tune singing 'girl dinner' over and over.

He Tian scrolls to more videos and all of them are just food combinations that get more and more appalling to Mo Guan Shan.

A half-eaten sandwich and a glass of chocolate milk, coleslaw and beer, chicken nugget dinosaurs and a couple of cheese cubes. He even saw one that was just a slice of cold pizza and her…anti-depressants.

“What the fuck.”

“See, the idea is it’s not a full meal,” He Tian explains. “Just whatever you have that you can eat because it’s just dinner anyway.”

“Yeah, I got that,” Mo Guan Shan says. “What the fuck.”

“You have to admit though. Infainess to me, I’m eating way better than these people,” He Tian says as he scrolls through his feed, shovelling more Cheetos into his mouth. “I mean, now that I think about it, this isn’t actually girl dinner at all! I’ve got carbs, protein, sugars—hell, I even have a fruit. This is basically a full course meal, yeah?

Mo Guan Shan’s eyes look between He Tian and the spread he has on the coffee table before once again leveling him with a stare that implies he’s gone insane. He’s not sure if he’s being serious or messing with him because He Tian’s relationship with food has always been weird in Mo Guan Shan’s opinion.

“He Tian, you—” He sighs before standing back to return to the kitchen. “Swear to god you went overseas for a couple of years and you got whitewashed.”

“Wha—” He Tian stops mid-chew of his noodles. “Whitewashed? This was how I ate before I met you!”

The pitying look Mo Guan Shan shoots him this time offends him, He Tian’s not gonna lie.

Mo Guan Shan honestly has no idea how He Tian kept himself alive before he started making him cook for him. He packs away the groceries before starting on dinner prep. A proper dinner. And not that idiotic girl dinner bullshit He Tian is stuffing himself up with. Fucking idiot.

He starts cutting up some vegetables for a quick stir fry after putting on the rice cooker and seasoning some chicken cutlets he plans to grill. He rolls his eyes when he looks up and sees He Tian is still eating his stupid girl dinner meal but at least he’s eating the banana now.

“If you’ve still got an appetite after that junk you just ate you’re welcome to join me for a real dinner.”

“I always have room for your cooking. You know that.”

“Alright.”

“You need help or anything?”

“Nah. It’s fine. This’ll be done quick. Just set the table when I tell you to.”

“Copy that.”

It’s silent then save for He Tian scrolling through his phone and watching videos. Every now and then, something will make him chuckle and Mo Guan Shan will feel his phone vibrate in his pocket which means He Tian has sent those videos to him. Later, they’ll lay in bed and He Tian will watch those videos again with him and laugh all over.

The rice cooker timer goes off just as Mo Guan Shan turns off the stove. He Tian throws his trash and tucks his phone away to set the table.

“Why are you eating that shit anyway?” Mo Guan Shan asks as he scoops rice onto their bowls.

“There wasn’t anything in the fridge I can make. I wasn’t sure what time you’ll be back and you weren’t answering your phone”

“I was in line at the cashier. Couldn’t pick up.”

“Well, you weren’t home and I was hungry. So.”

“Well, I’m here now so quit eating shit like you’re a broke college student. You’re not eating girl meal—”

“Girl dinner.”

“—or whatever the fuck you called that garbage. Not in my fucking kitchen you're not.

“Alright, alright. Geez. So strict, Little Mo.”

“Tch. For such a picky eater you eat absolute trash. I thought I trained that out of you by now.”

“What am I a dog?”

“Nah. I’ve seen dogs who eat better than you.”

“Oh, like that one lady who has two huskies? Yeah, I’ve seen her videos. Those dogs eat like kings. I mean, prime cut steaks every day? Fuck.”

“Shit. I know, right? And she even cooks them too like—”

The rest of dinner is spent is spent idly chatting. Mo Guan Shan puts more vegetables in He Tian’s bowl which he eats without complaints because he knows it makes him happy. After dinner, He Tian washes the dishes while Mo Guan Shan makes them tea and thinks about dishes he can stock the fridge with that He Tian can just heat up whenever he gets hungry.

They fall asleep scrolling through the videos He Tian has sent Mo Guan Shan throughout the day.

#19 days #tianshan #mo guan shan #he tian #food as a love language #look me in the eyes and tell me he tian isn't the type to eat “girl dinner” meals #ht: girl dinner!#mgs: not in my fucking kitchen you're not #writing

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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Love your writing

I was wondering if you could write a Vau daughter x one of Kal Null boys maybe ordo or mereel because the family functions wouldn't function

Satisfied

Summary: You’re the long estranged niece of Walon Vau, your father having cut him out of his life, and yours, after his carelessness caused you to lose a leg. However, when you graduate medical school, Kal Skirata reaches out to you to offer you a job, and you, happily, take the chance.

Pairing: Ordo Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1237

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I hope it's close to what you wanted. I already had an idea for a Vau daughter as a character, I just had no ideas to write her, so I put her here. Also, I was listening to the Hamilton Soundtrack when I wrote this, hence the title.

“Welcome to my humble home,” Kal Skirata greets you with a kind smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as you step down the ramp and over to him, “I’m glad you agreed to take the position.”

You shrug, “Mother and Father were irate. They’re rather done with Mandalorians, I’m afraid.”

“Well, that’s understandable, given the situation.”

“True. As it happens, I have no interest in seeing my uncle, so-”

“He’s not here. And I haven’t told him that I hired you.”

A bright smile crosses your face, “Then there shouldn’t be a problem. You said you had a situation that you were hoping that I would be able to fix? On top of being a proper doctor for your sons?”

“Exactly so,” Kal motions for you to walk with him, “How much do you know about the boys I adopted?”

“Not much,” You say as you easily fall into step with him, “Other than the fact that they’re clones of Jango Fett.”

“They are,” He leads you through the base, “They have sped up aging, which means, as a whole, they have maybe twenty years before they start dying of old age.”

“Well, I can understand why you want that fixed.” You murmur thoughtfully, “I don’t suppose you have any information from Kamino-?”

Kal chuckles, “If I had that I wouldn’t need you, would I?”

You sigh, “Well, there was no harm in asking, I suppose.”

Kal leads you to a door, “Here we are. Your suite. And your lab is just down the hall.” He hands you a keycard, and you wave it in front of the lock, allowing the door to slide open.

The suite is large, with a full kitchen and a separate bedroom, looking more like an apartment than anything else. It’s not decorated, but you can work with that. You’ll order some paint and make it yours, when you have some free time.

“Is there anything you need?”

You set your bag on the coffee table, “Can I see my lab?”

“You don’t want to get settled?”

“Well, I have to wait for my stuff to get delivered anyway, so I might as well take a look at what I have to work with.” You reply with a shrug.

“Of course, follow me.” Kal leads you down the hall and to the lab, and you scan the room with an expert eye. Large, open, clean.

Yes. You can work with this.

There’s a man on the other side of the room, setting up a computer. “Ah,” Kal smiles and guides you over to him, “This is one of my sons.” He says to you, “Ordo, meet the new doctor.” Kal introduces you by name, and you’re not surprised at the way Ordo’s face twitches when he hears your surname.

“Walon Vau is my father’s older brother,” You explain as you scan his face, your head tilted to the side, “It’s uncanny. When you said clones, I thought that they just used Fett as a template and randomized his DNA, not actual duplicates.”

“That is what ‘clone’ means, ad’ika.” Kal replies, amused, and you wave his comments away.

“If I recall correctly, Jango Fett was predisposed to asthma-”

“That’s not a concern. All of the Clones were genetically altered so that they don’t have to worry about that kind of stuff.” Kal replies.

You fold your arms, “Well, that’s going to make my life so much more difficult.” You tilt your head back and think for a moment, “No matter, I’ll make it work.”

Ordo frowns at you, “I suppose, since you’re here, we’ll be getting more visits by Vau.”

“Well, if he shows up, feel free to shoot him…or whatever.” You say dismissively, “He’s not allowed near me. Legally speaking.” You wander off to look at your new toys, “Ah, I almost forgot,” You turn to look at Kal, “My leg isn’t going to be a problem, is it? I’m testing a prototype prosthetic for the next couple of months.”

“It won’t be a problem,” Kal says.

“Grand.” You turn your gaze back to the lab, “This looks great, actually. It’s kind of big, for one person, but If I need to use my chair for whatever reason, there will be plenty of room.”

“Great,” Kal walks over to you, “Do you need anything else?”

“...blood samples. From every clone on base.” You pause, “And everyone else.”

He narrows his eyes at you, “Why?”

“Comparisons. Unless you have a vial of Jango Fett’s unaltered blood on hand?”

“...I do not.”

“I didn’t think so.” You smile at him, “So…blood. From everyone.”

Kal sighs, “Yes ma’am.”

It’s been a year since you’ve started working for Kal Skirata, and, all things considered, you don’t have a bad life.

You’re busy, sure.

But your work is important, and, all things considered, you love it.

You glance to the side as the door to your lab slides open, and Ordo steps into the room.

“Still working, mesh’la?”

“Always,” You spin your stool so you’re facing him, “What brings you to my humble lab, Ordo?”

Ordo eyes one of your machines, which is covered in rubber ducks, “Humble. Right.”

“Hey! The machine won’t work unless the ducks are all there.” You say with a defensive frown.

Ordo shoots you an amused look, “Of course it won’t.” He crosses the room to your side, “I’m here, mesh’la, because someone decided to skip lunch.”

“...it’s only…”

“Dinner starts in 30 minutes.”

“...ah.” You pause, “In my defense, I thought I was onto something.”

“You’ve already cured the enhanced aging.” Ordo replies as he prods you to your feet with gentle touches.

“Well…yes. But! I could cure it better!” You say.

Ordo circles you and tugs your lab coat off, before he tosses it over your desk, “You’re not curing anything until you eat. Come on.”

“But…but…Ordo!”

“Don’t you ‘but Ordo’ me. You, little miss, passed out three weeks ago because you forgot to eat four meals in a row.” Ordo says, “Which means you now have a babysitter, in the form of me.”

“...I don’t remember that.”

“Yeah. Because you were unconscious.” He lightly pushes you out of the lab, and you turn so you’re walking backwards, and his hands land on your shoulders, “Mesh’la-”

“Does this mean that we’re going on a dinner date?” You ask, with a bright grin.

Ordo laughs, “You are relentless about going on a date with me, aren’t you?”

You grin at him, unrepentantly.

He leans in, “If it’ll get you to eat, Mesh’la, then yes. We can call this a date. Though, neither of our families will approve.”

“I don’t care about what my family thinks. And your family likes me well enough.” You counter, “And, I love you, so-”

Ordo averts his gaze, “How you can say that so easily-”

“Because it’s true!”

“I believe you.” Ordo looks at you again, and smiles softly before he kisses your forehead, “I…” He pauses, “I care about you too.”

You grin at him, and pop up on your toes to kiss his jaw, “So. Dinner? I have nice pasta in my suite that I can make while we watch a movie?”

Ordo presses his hands against your cheeks and squishes them, “You’re impossible. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You beam at him.

“Yes, fine. But I want some of that cheesy bread you made last week, if I have to eat pasta.”

“Deal!”

#star wars #tcw #ordo skirata x reader #ordo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

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noforkingclue · 1 month

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Could I request BBC Sherlock with a “proper genius” artist reader. They’re smart but not obvious. Reader comes to Baker Street 221C for a flat and is able to deduce why the flat hasn’t been for sale and Sherlock overhears.

Snippet I wrote: (Feel free to ignore)

-I take a step inside and take a breath. The smell of mold, mildew, and fungi... as well as... blood.

-“How long has it been?”

-“Since what?”

-“Since the murder.” The music stops.

-She sighs, “5 years, not a tenant since then.”

-“If I take this flat... would you mind if I renovated it a bit?” Footsteps from upstairs.

-“Dearie, if you take this flat I’ll give you a discount.” She states. Stops at the bottom.

Thank you for the request :D

I didn't include what you wrote exactly but I more took inspiration from it. Hope that's ok and you like the fic!

Title: Mysteries

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

You looked around the flat and raised your eyebrows. For a flat with such low rent to be on the market for this long there must’ve been something wrong with it. You pursed your lips as you walked around, your potential landlady hovering by the door. You ventured into the living room Mrs Hudson following closely. Above you, you heard floorboards creak and the sound of a violin.

So thin floorboards. You could see why that might put some people off. Still, not enough of a reason to still be on the market.

“And how long has it been empty?” you asked

“Five years,” Mrs Hudson said, “I’ll give it a proper airing before you move in. If,” she added quickly, “you decide to take it.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the hopeful tone in her voice. Still, it bothered you that it hadn’t been rented out for so long. Maybe there was an issue with neighbours? Or maybe there were structural issues? Or-

You paused at a wall. You cocked your head and raised a hand at the flaking plaster.

“Yes,” Mrs Hudson said, “I am aware of that. I know it doesn’t give the best impression but I assure you-”

“So someone was killed here.”

You certainly weren’t giving the best impression of being a possible tenant by interrupting but now you were curious. You looked over your shoulder and smiled at Mrs Hudson who didn’t even try to hide her shocked expression.

“How did you work that out?” she asked

“Well when I was at uni I shared a flat with someone who was studying forensics. I was studying fine art but I was curious so listened in while she ranted about her course. She even let me read her course books although she was surprised. Just because I’m an artist doesn’t mean that I can’t appreciate, and be interested in, other subjects.”

You shrugged and continued to walk about the room.

“You’d be surprised what you can pick up just by listening. I may not have attended any of the lectures but I got a decent understanding of what she was studying. Which included the effects that blood can have on its surroundings if it isn’t properly cleaned up. Which includes plaster.”

You gestured to the wall and smiled.

“Even after five years you can tell.”

You frowned when you realised that something had stopped. Mrs Hudson had stopped speaking a while back but it wasn’t that. You looked up and smirked when you realised that the violin had stopped.

“So can I have it?” you sked with a small smile

“My dear,” Mrs Hudson placed a hand on your shoulder, “of course. I’ll start getting the paperwork ready.”

“And, err, one other thing.”

“Yes?”

“I am still an artist and I would love to be able to paint the walls. I know it’s an unusual request…”

You trailed off and Mrs Hudson pursed her lips.

“Usually I’d say no,” she said, “but because of what you did earlier I’ll give it some consideration.”

You smiled and nodded. To be honest, that was the reaction you were expecting. The two of you headed towards the door and you heard someone thumping down the stairs. Ah, this must be your new neighbour.

“Sherlock,” Mrs Hudson beamed, “I thought I heard you playing. Don’t you have a case on at the moment?”

Sherlock stared at you for a moment before turning his attention to Mrs Hudson.

“I do and I was working on it.” he asked sharply

“Sounded like you were playing the violin.” you said

“It helps me think,” he replied, “And who are you?”

“Y/n L/n,” you held out a hand, “your new neighbour. Nice to meet you!”

Sherlock looked down at your hand and grunted and didn’t take it. You lowered it slowly as he glanced towards your future flat.

“I know what you must be thinking-” you started

“I doubt that.” interrupted Sherlock

“Why would someone want to move into a flat where a murder took place.”

Sherlock looked over at you sharply and you couldn’t help but smile. Looked like you caught him out.

“Well,” you followed Mrs Hudson who was beckoning you away, “looks like you have another mystery to solve.”

#fanfiction #bbc sherlock #reader insert #request #sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader

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husbandhannie · 1 year

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warm towel

pairing: jeonghan x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 785

warnings: reader has breasts, reader has history of pain

a/n: this is peak self-indulgent writing, me thinks.

taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @leejungchans @junhui-recs @changmin-wrlds.

the sound of the shower running greets jeonghan as he enters through the bedroom door, a frown gracing his brows as he tries to figure out why you’re taking a shower, again.

there’s nothing wrong with showering twice a day – jeonghan does it most days he has practice, but it’s not something you enjoy in any measure. you consider showers to be a chore, an activity to be done once a day for the sake of hygiene, unless there’s an exceptional situation. exceptional situations include: 1) getting unusually dirty (like the time mingyu accidentally got coke all over your clothes, and the guy almost groveled in apology), 2) your muscles (generally shoulders and back) are sore, and you’re hoping the warm water soothes the pain.

since he can see your discarded clothes outside the bathroom – and they look clean – jeonghan figures it’s not the first option. his mind immediately seeks out the reasons why you’re in pain, and comes up empty.

since you started taking regular vitamin supplements and following a light physiotherapy schedule, your shoulders and back have given you very little trouble, especially compared to before. jeonghan remembers the times your body would frequently sport pain patches, and how you practically slept next to a hot water bottle. now, the only times you’re in pain are when you’re working harder than you’re supposed to, or you’re so stressed about work that you forget to maintain a proper posture and take regular breaks.

he can’t think of why that would be the case, though. while your workload from university isn’t light by any measure, you like your courses and your teammates, and your projects aren’t too hectic – or is he just not aware of how bad it’s been?

(yes, jeonghan is perfectly aware that this level of analysis into why you’re taking an extra shower is a little disconcerting, and maybe even a little creepy. for all the jokes he makes at seungcheol about how protective his friend his about his partner, jeonghan can’t claim that he’s any less so – just that it manifests differently. he’s long prided himself on knowing (and he means really knowing) the people around him, especially the ones he cares about – and that instinct has only gone into overdrive with you. to him, the better he knows you, the easier he can make your life. and if he could, he would save you from all of life’s hardships, to never have to see you frown again.)

the bathroom door opens and your towel-clad figure emerges, unsurprised at jeonghan’s presence in your room (ofcourse you’re not surprised – jeonghan told you he’d be back in a few minutes after getting dinner). he should just ask you, he knows. there are many people around jeonghan who walk around truthful answers when he asks them about their well-being. you are not one of them.

it’s a quality jeonghan greatly appreciates. saves him a lot of thinking.

“everything okay?”, he breaks the silence, watching as you drop the towel on the bed and put on underwear, “you showered this morning already”.

“oh, yeah”, you look up and smile, and jeonghan can’t help but feel endeared by the sheepish look on your face, “i wore the wrong size bra this morning. it was hurting a little”.

ah. your size had increased recently and you bought a new set of the garment, adding it to the pile of bras in your closet. i told you so, jeonghan holds himself back from saying, remembering how he had tried to convince you to throw out the outdated ones. he’ll try to convince you again tomorrow.

“how bad does it hurt?”, he asks, focusing back on the situation at hand.

“better than it was before, i think”, you reply, done pulling on the rest of your clothes, “still hurts, but it’ll probably be gone by the morning”.

jeonghan hums in response, picking your discarded clothes and tossing them in the hamper before you get the chance, smiling in amusement when you look at him with narrowed eyes. you don’t like accepting help, even when it’s inconsequential.

doesn’t stop him from trying.

“i know you told me to throw them away”, you say suddenly, the sheepish look back on your face as you rest your cheek on his shoulder, “i should’ve listened to you”.

“doesn’t matter now”, he responds, one arm wrapping around your shoulders, a soft kiss brushing on your head, “dinner, yeah? then i’ll get you a warm towel”.

you nod slightly, trudging out the bedroom door and murmuring a sounds good. jeonghan almost hoots in victory.

you don’t like accepting help, but maybe with enough tries and some gentle coaxing, jeonghan can get you to.

#seventeen fluff #svt fluff #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #jeonghan imagines

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hamsamwich23 · 9 months

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"2002"

Words: 2,042

<"You find a white VHS tape under the floorboards of the house... it's dusty, and covered in what appears to be bloodstains...the label on the front has nothing on it except for a year....2002...">

<;⚠️warning, the following tape contains topics that some may find triggering or discomforting. This includes Blood, implied gore, horror themes, brutal murder, implied death/murder of a child/children, death, ect. Please be cautious if you decide to view this tape⚠️>

[Y] [N]

To the public, Hameln was an incredible and well respected business. Their work and creations made to benefit children and their education were beloved by children and parents all around. It brought joy and made teaching easier for the people in these hard times while the Earth continued its unpredictable changes…

If only they knew what Hamelns true intentions were…and what was really happening behind the company walls.

If only they could hear the pained screams that came from below the floors… if only…if only…

The CEO of Hamlen stood in his office, watching the traffic outside of his window. All these people innocently going about their day…completely ignorant.

How perfect

Absolutely perfect.

All of them were unaware of their project or their experiments. Completely oblivious.

There had been reports of illegal equipment and substances going missing…And right after thatt was the unexplained disappearance of a certain show's beloved creator. Sam Colton.

But of course, no one suspected Hameln, the most child friendly company out there. The company Sam was working with right before he vanished…

He may as well have everyone wrapped around his finger at this point, he and his business were so well respected that no one would ever think to take them into consideration when anything like this happened. They were walking and driving by the enemy they were “desperately” trying to find.

Of course, Even if they were the last ones to be suspected of any crimes, they had to remain careful.

After all, if anyone were to catch on….it would be all over.

That could not happen. They had already come so far. He would NOT let anything or anyone ruin this….

“Mr.Hameln?”

A voice behind the office door called out the CEO’s alibi name.

Using his own company name as his last…how incredibly smart of him, right?

“Hmm? Come on in!”

The door opened, a man dressed in a surgical uniform walked inside. He reeked of iron and his uniform was covered in blood.

“Hameln” smiled at the sight.

“Ah, Doctor Smith! I was hoping you would come in! I see you’ve been doing what I asked of you. Although, I was hoping you’d be a bit more…professional. Please tell me you didn’t track blood all over my clean floors!”

The man chuckled at his own comment while the neurosurgeon just shook his head. “Now is hardly the time for this, sir. This is no laughing matter”

“Oh I was being serious. But you’re right. Now tell me, how much have you accomplished?”

“The boy that you chose for the role of the sheep in the cartoon is ready. I attached the provided device into his brain. As we speak, his consciousness is being transferred…We are preparing to repeat the experimental procedure with Coltons daughter.”

“Perfect. And his memories? Will he remember any of this?”

“...he shouldn’t. He was barely holding onto what he knew while I was stitching his head”

“Good. If he remembers any of this upon waking up it would ruin everything. I appreciate your hard work, but you wasted your time putting him back together.”

“....Excuse me. What the hell does that mean?”

“Language, Mr. Smith!! Anyways, I would assume it was obvious. We can’t exactly…keep their bodies you know. We would get shut down immediately.”

“Should we not try to at least give them a proper farewell? They were children. And technically, they still are.”

“Funny how you didn’t take that into account while you were taking poor [ERROR] apart! Rather hypocritical of you, wouldn’t you say?”

The CEO grinned as Mr.Smith glared at him, but said nothing. They both knew he was right. Smith was no better than “Hameln” or anyone else taking part in this operation.

“Now then…before you take care of Rebecca…I want you to dispose of the body..Take it to my dear friend downtown….The bu-"

[Tape Error!! Restarting tape….]

[Resta..rt….ing….]

[Re…]

[“I know where Sam is, [REDACTED]”]

[Start…..]

[“I know you and Rebecca have been worried sick about him…”]

[Starting…]

[“How about you meet me down beneath the company floors tonight while your friend is resting…and I’ll tell you EVERYTHING…”]

[Restarting-g-g-g-g tape]

......

This wasn’t right.

The boy had been walking for what felt like days.through the never ending pitch black emptiness that consumed the world around him. It was dark and cold. There was no one else here, nor was there anything he could use. He didn’t know where he was going,or where he even was to begin with. This place seemed to be infinite…and he felt like he was trapped….This looked like something that would be a nightmare, but he was certain he wasn’t sleeping, he would have waken up by now, wouldn’t he?

Not unless he was…dead..

But…that couldn’t be possible. There was no way he was dead. There was no way..there had to be an explanation for this. This had too be….a dream..he had just fallen asleep right? Just a while ago?

….He couldn’t, remember. He couldn’t recall, anything really. Not even his own name..

This…

Maybe this was a self aware sort of dream. And he was consciously living through it…

Which sounded, almost as scary as death. But as long as he woke up soon…

Things would be okay, everything would..

The boy gasped as a sharp pain ran through his arm. He grabbed onto his shoulder, trembling. Maybe this was part of the dream? Or maybe this was…phantom pain. That had somehow made this way into this nightmare..

He looked down at his arm…and what he saw made him scream.

His arm was scrawnier and his fingers….he barely had fingers anymore. They looked more like hooves….three hooved…fingers..? What….the heck…

Upon further inspection of himself, he noticed something…forming around his neck. Something fuzzy. He felt it with his other hand….it felt like..wool..

From a sheep…

No, no, no..

Panicking, the boy began to run through the darkness, tears welling up in his eyes. His body was slowly changing into something else. He could feel it. His other arm was now changing, and more wool was forming all over his body…and the pain…he was in so much pain, and as he kept changing, it kept getting progressively worse…

But he had to keep going. There had to be an end to this place..and with the end there would be an exit, right??

He ran and ran and ran..but there was nothing in sight..nothing…absolutely nothing…

He couldn’t take it anymore. The pain was becoming unbearable. It felt like someone was tearing him apart, piece. By. piece.

He fell to the floor, letting out another loud scream. He screamed and cried and wailed as the horrible pain continued…

This…this couldn’t be real. There was no way this was real.

This didn’t even feel like a dream anymore. It felt like some sick and twisted punishment in the form of a nightmare…

Why him of all people? Had he done something to deserve this??

He didn’t know. He couldn’t remember anything. What had he done? What could have happened for this outcome to take place??

WHY couldn’t he remember…

The pain began to die down, but he still felt so sore..he couldn’t stop himself from crying. It was too much to bear.

“Someone…h-help…help m-me…” he choked out, trying to stand himself back up. He immediately fell right back onto the ground. He looked down at his feet, they had become hooves…

What was this?!

“Help!! Help me please!! I’m sorry!! Whatever I’ve done I’m so sorry!!!”

Of course..nobody answered.

It was hopeless.

He was trapped alone in an infinite void with nothing..and he didn’t even know why….or how this came to be..

A sudden bright light pulled the boy away from his thoughts, he covered his eyes at first, a sudden light being turned on after being in the dark for so long hurt his eyes… but when he could open his eyes again, there was…a giant white rectangle in front of him.

It buzzed and made unusual static noises, kind of like… a tv..

He went to stand up again, his legs wobbled as he tried to balance himself on the hooves. Carefully, he walked closer to this “screen”.

Not only did this weird rectangle provide a nice source of light in this void…but he could look through it.

However, the only thing that he could see upon looking through…was a butcher shop.

Something about it felt…horribly off. The lights were off and the windows were thickly covered. The door was even barricaded. Yet he could hear the sound of mumbling and footsteps from somewhere out of sight of this screen.

Everything about it was…unsettling.

Like whoever was here was hiding something, and didn’t want anyone to come in and catch them. It felt like he was watching a horror movie of some sorts…Or maybe this shop owner had a…weird way of showing he was closed.

He flinched as he heard a phone ring from another room.

That was a bit odd. Who would be calling at this moment? A potential customer?

The call seemed to be answered immediately. The boy listened in as whoever was inside of the shop began to speak.

“Hello? Yes, Of course its me. Good afternoon Hameln.”

..Hameln….for some reason, that name sounded…familiar..?

“Yes of course, the first job has been done. I have just finished dealing with the body. The meat will be sold once both are gone. Nobody will know it is them.”

The boy trembled, wrapping his arms around himself. So this was a MURDER he was witnessing…Someone already died, someone else was next….that was just…disgusting.

But who were these victims that they were referring to?

He heard a click, and watched as a door opened from behind the counter of the shop. A man wearing a blood stained apron slowly walked out, holding a large, oozing plate of fresh, raw meat…

The boy gagged at the sight, covering his mouth. He could almost SMELL that awful iron reeking from the blood of the meat…it looked so grossed and mashed up…Was that the victim??

What poor soul suffered at the hand of this monster?

The phone rang again, and the man groaned, walking back into the other room to answer the call.

The boy just looked around at what he could see from this screen. He was sickened. There was blood everywhere. The man had tracked blood from the room the murder most likely took place..bloody footprints as well as splatters were visible in that doorway….as well as….hair?

He took a closer look. Sure enough, it was hair. A clump of hair. Oddly, it looked….white..

Like his hair..and the fluffy wool forming all over his body…

He tried to see if he could see anything else from the opened door, but the “screen” suddenly shorted out, and static buzzing filled the area, as the visuals on screen became nothing but gray,, white and black pixels…

Then it flashed, the screen was still pixelated, but now there was a three word sentence in the middle of the screen, written brightly in red.

“Do you remember?”

The boy felt chills down his spine. “Remember..? I..”

He didn’t remember anything. Even after all of this, he didn’t have anything memories from any time before this…absolutely nothing.

“I don’t..”

The screen suddenly shut off, as if it responded to his answer. It was completely dark yet again.

The boy sighed, deciding that it was time to continue his search for a way out of this place.

But the screen flashed on again. Immediately, hoping for answers, he looked right into it…

And he screamed.

He fell to his knees and broke down sobbing, screaming, pleading to wake up from this horrible nightmare. Begging to be saved from this horrible fate.

But no one came

Instead, the screen disappeared, and the same unbearable pain from before struck the poor kid.

It felt like he was going to die…

He tried to hold on and stay strong, he tried to call out for someone, something, anything to help him..but it was too late.

He blacked out.

#PLEASE LISTEN TO THE TRIGGER WARNINGS #i feel like this could have been better sovs #sobs*#ah well lets see how this goes #amanda the adventurer #amanda the adventurer au #amanda the adventurer wooly #unreality au #not my best work buuuut i spent over a month on this s o

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ghostwise · 1 year

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ironbark, opal, and gold

words: 1.6k tags: zevran arainai, mahariel, zevran/m!warden, wedding rings, antiva, original characters, fluff

The jeweler’s shop is smaller than expected. Every surface is cluttered with tools, and there is a layer of grime along the wall but not the floor, indicating the type of person who only bothers to clean when the mess is actively interfering with their work. Nor does the jeweler have a proper storefront; just his counter, from which he greets Zevran with a nod before remembering he ought to speak to the customers.

This all means one of two things: either the jeweler is a hack, or a genius. But does it matter?

“Buenas, compadre,” the man tells him. He produces from behind the counter a small case of necklaces and bracelets. “Bonifacio, at your service. What can I help you find today?”

Zevran greets him. He glances over the jewelry, noting the traditional hammered Antivan style, the little swirls of silver, all requiring a steady hand.

“Tell me,” he says, “do you make all these yourself?”

“But of course! Finest silver and gold in Antiva, and anything not to your liking, I can alter.”

“Wonderful!” Zevran says, not really looking at any of the items in the case. “How much could I pay you to make use of your workshop for the day?”

The jeweler sets the case down and scowls.

Zevran smiles at him. He’s already been turned away at two other shops and has a few more to go. This time, he tries a bit of coaxing.

“I am getting married,” he confides, and it’s thrilling to share the news, even with a stranger.

“Ah,” Bonifacio says with a sigh. Holding up a finger he walks away from the counter. Moments later he returns with another case, this one full of sparkling rings.

“I see what you are getting at, young man,” he says, “but for something so important, why leave it to chance? Look at this. White gold and diamonds. Amethysts, rubies. Tell me about this girl. What does she like?”

“He is not so gaudy,” Zevran laughs. “My man is not one for gems. What else do you have?”

“Of course, of course! I have such a variety. Let me bring out the men’s rings. Of course.”

He hasn’t been thrown out yet, and that is encouraging. Instead, case after case of rings is brought out for his perusal. Zevran looks at them all, declining every one, and when the last case has been rejected, Bonifacio sighs again.

“Ten andris for the use of the shop,” he says finally. “Plus materials.”

“Thief,” Zevran scoffs. “I come here with my heart bared and you say ten andris?”

“Nine, then.”

“Has anyone even come in before me today? I very much doubt it. Look at the state of this place—you need to mop your baseboards and clean your windows—”

“Alright you bastard, how’s eight andris and you do the cleaning yourself?”

“Deal,” Zevran quickly agrees and thrusts out his hand. It is midday, and he needs this to work.

Haggling concluded, Bonifacio shakes his hand firmly, like a merchant or a noble.

“Now if you could show me to the work room—”

“Not yet,” Bonifacio says. “Tidy up first. Then you pay, then you use the workshop out back.”

“A fair agreement,” Zevran says, unable to keep the grin off his face.

He gets started right away. Organizing as he goes, he cleans efficiently, the way he grew up knowing one speck of dust could mean retaliation. All the while Bonifacio tinkers at the counter, peering through a lens at the broken links in an old necklace. Nobody comes into the shop. But Bonifacio interrogates him, leaving lengthy gaps between each question.

“So when are you getting married?” he asks.

“Ah,” Zevran says, wringing out a washcloth by the window. “Soon.”

“You don’t have a date?”

“We are traveling, and we need to first find a Chantry willing to marry us,” Zevran says.

“Willing?” Bonifacio asks.

“My fiancé,” Zevran says, and the word glimmers like a big ruby, “is Dalish.”

Bonifacio lets out a low whistle. Few Chantries will bless unions with non-Andrastians.

He’s quiet for a while before speaking again.

“Congratulations. And good luck with, uh, all that.”

Zevran pauses, looking up at the man. “Thank you,” he says, not sure what he means exactly.

Bonifacio grunts. A quarter of an hour passes before he speaks up again.

“My wife was Dalish,” he says, unbidden.

Zevran glances over.

“Lovely woman, but not for the city. Always felt like I was keeping a bird caged. We were happy enough. She called me Bon-Bon,” Bonifacio says with a smile. “It’s just different. That’s all I mean. Parents had their opinion, half the town did. It is what it is. Worth it, though. Right?”

It comes out in a rush, as if he’s been dying to talk about it. Zevran watches him, this middle-aged man with fine tools in his hands, still tinkering on the broken necklace. He thinks about the state of the shop, and the lack of clientele.

“What happened to her?” he asks.

“She passed,” Bonifacio says gruffly. “Last year.”

“My condolences,” Zevran offers. “She must have meant a lot to you.”

“Mmh. Yes.”

The jeweler holds up the necklace, now mended. Every broken link has been repaired. Zevran returns to his sweeping, but Bonifacio pushes himself up off the counter.

“Finish up,” he tells him. “Let’s get started on that ring of yours.”

Zevran leaves the city with his pockets twenty andris lighter, and a velvet pouch clutched in his hands. He’s worked through the day, and the sun has set when he reaches the campsite far past the outskirts of town.

Hamal is there, stoking the fire, singing to it as he does every night. Zevran pauses just out of sight, listening.

He’s thinking, also, of the old jeweler, and his advice.

By Dalish and Chantry law alike, only Death can undo the vow you’re about to take. Cherish the time you have, my friend.

Zevran wastes no time. He walks directly into the light.

“Ma vhenan,” Hamal says, “there you are.”

Zevran drops to one knee before him and kisses him. Hamal hooks a finger into the collar of his shirt, tugging him closer. It’s good that they tend to agree on these things. Zevran is the one to finally pull away, only because he can’t rightly give him the ring while attached to his face, can he?

“Hamal,” he says. He holds out the pouch, takes his hand.

“Wait,” Hamal exclaims, and scrambles to his feet.

Zevran blinks, watching him dash off into the tent. He emerges with a rucksack, tearing through it, tugging out pouches and bowstrings and a hat—

“I am not familiar with these customs—I thought we did this at the Chantry, not before—where is it? Oh!”

Whatever he was searching for, he rushes back to Zevran’s side, a wide grin on his face, hair unbraided and eyes dancing.

“Whatever are you doing, love?” Zevran asks. He starts a laugh, and before he knows it he’s overcome by it, enamorado, muy risueño. And Hamal laughs too.

“I thought—well, aren’t we exchanging rings now?”

“You have a ring?”

Hamal nods eagerly, holding it up in the light. It is a little thing of carved ironbark and gold, mottled in brassy colors only a Dalish craftsman could create. Zevran feels like he’s wanted this precise ring his whole life, and only realized it just now.

“It’s beautiful,” he says.

“I traded Master Varathorn for it,” Hamal says, and Zevran stares.

“Varathorn. That was months ago,” he tells him.

“Yes.” Hamal smiles. “The moment I saw it, I knew I wanted it for you. I just wasn’t sure… the Archdemon…” He pauses, unsure how to say this. “I planned to leave it to you. After… In case…”

He can’t say it and Zevran doesn’t want him to.

Zevran quickly takes the ring he’d crafted out of its velvet pouch. “I made this for you,” he says.

It is a simple band of gold inlaid with opal. Zevran turns it and points to the inside of the band, where the words vhenan and corazon are carved, a tiny opal set between them.

Hamal takes a long look at it.

“Here,” Zevran says, taking his hand. “Listen, because I am not sure that I will get it right in the Chantry, and it is more for you, anyway. You are my home. All my life, I never had one or even thought I could find one; yet I have never felt an orphan since meeting you. So there is no alternative for me, you understand? There is nowhere else for me to go, other than wherever you are. I mean that, amor… more than allegiance to any country or creed. Let me declare myself, then, a citizen of You, municipality of a country called Us, of which we two are the sole happy inhabitants.”

Hamal watches him place the ring onto his finger with what can only be described as sincere adoration, the words filling his thoughts like honey.

“I didn’t have a speech prepared,” he says softly. He gives Zevran his ring and kisses it, which suits Zevran just fine.

“Creators! But I cannot fucking wait to marry you, Zevran! Can we do it right now? Quick! Where is the nearest clergy?”

It is lovely to be understood so thoroughly. Zevran could laugh, or kiss him again, or ravish him right then and there. In the absence of a revered mother, and thus forced to wait, he opts for all three.

#rinnywrites #dragon age #dao #zevran arainai #zevran x warden #mahariel #oc: hamal mahariel #valentine's day piece :-)#i wrote this during the week and had a rough day so i decided to try and edit it after work #polished it up but it still feels like it's missing something; feels like two fics instead of one #but one thing i will always do is highlight like um community and the support ppl show each other and um #sappiness #this also feels like it's bridging 'four little crows off to meet the maker' with 'picture our wedding itd be summer sour and summer sweet'#and i'm gonna try to do less one-shots and more actual writing of qdt lmao or i'll never finish #ok now i sleep zzz zzzz zzz

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cheiyunn · 3 months

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Kimisute main story [２部 ] Part 3

Side: Fantome Iris

[Live rehearsal]

Koharu: …Dontcha think we’re all set?

Daimon: Yup. We’ll have no problems for tomorrow’s live

Jun: Felix-san is finally back so it’s really good that we’re able to practice together

Tomoru: I’m looking forward to tomorrow too!

Koharu: Yeah! Let's knock this outta the park

Daimon: Also because of all the fans that are coming, we’re gonna be full of energy

Koharu: Feasting off the cheers and blood of the audience… as they say?

Tomoru: I mean, we do actually do that so… …Feli-san..?

Felix: …hm? Something wrong

Tomoru: No…um…is everything okay?

Tomoru: Since you came back just in time for rehearsal you’re probably just exhausted

Felix: T'en fais pas… I mean, don’t worry about it (Do not worry)

Koharu: hey hey, don’t push yourself kay? You’ve been pretty busy schedule wise for a while right

Felix: No worries, when I get back I’ll take proper rest

Tomoru: Um…before we leave, can we talk for a bit?

Daimon: What’s up

Tomoru: Mashu-san said that it’s about time Fantome Iris created a new song

Koharu: Oh~! It’s already time for a new song huh!

Jun: When was the last time we released one…

Daimon: I’m sure there isn’t that big of a time gap

Daimon: Is the production schedule already greenlit?

Tomoru: I’ve only been told of the finish date but I think that if we go about it with our usual scheduling we should make the deadline pretty easily

Jun: wah…the…the pressure…

Koharu: What’re you saying, we’re usually always making it through on time anyways so it's fine

Koharu: Isn’t that right, Feli?

Felix: …ah, yeah…

Daimon: You’ll brief us in on the details later on right, Tomoru?

Tomoru: Of course!

Daimon: Got it. Okay, Felix better hurry home and take a rest

Daimon: This practice was directly right after you returned back so I’m sure the fatigue is building up

Jun: for..For tomorrow’s live, make sure you’re well rested, Felix-san

Felix: That’s…right… Thank you.

Felix: For our followers as well, I should hurry back and rest

Koharu: Yeah, do so

Felix: Then pardon me, I’ll take my leave early on

[Felix leaves]

Tomoru: Since he’s come back, Feli-san’s expression has been pretty gloomy…

Tomoru: Maybe…did something happen in France…?

Daimon: Fortunately, his uncle's condition had stabilized but…

Jun: Then… it’s something else…?

Daimon: …I can’t tell

Koharu: I wonder if he’s okay…

Tomoru: …I really am worried

Koharu: Yeah. But… not only that…

Jun: …Is there something more..?

Koharu: …nah, now I’m just overthinking it. Sorry, ignore the last part

Jun: Eh!... if you say it like that, now I’m more worried…!

Koharu: Okay~~! We’re leaving–! Let's clean up and get ready for tomorrow!

Daimon: Yeah

Jun: Eh…. it got pushed aside…

Tomoru: It probably means that they want to set it aside for now, I’m sure about it

Jun: Is that…so… yeah, that must be

Tomoru: We should also clean up and hurry home

Jun: Yeah…

[Park]

Felix: …

Felix: gh…!

Felix: …I…

Felix: …dad….

Felix: …this isn’t good. I need to get back… for tomorrow…

Felix: … A vampire, huh….

#fromargonavis #fantome iris

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zonerobotnik · 3 months

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Gradually battling art block but, in the meantime, here's some more Hazbin Varian AU facts: Cassandra kind of jumped from Overlord to Overlord, mostly because they kept getting killed, until finally she ended up with "Glee", who gladly took her in after reading her mind and realizing it would screw with Varian for her to be with him. He made her Contract with him to ensure she wouldn't turn on him or try to kill him before he armed her, since betrayal IS in her history. It does, in fact, distress Varian when he finds out that they're dating and also that he gave her an Angelic Sword and is bringing her with him to steal Vox's territories. Gideon is still targeting others, of course, but Valentino is still top of his list and he's trying to force Vox into giving him up. One time Gideon took Cassandra with him to visit the hotel and her years of training as a castle maid made her shudder and insist on "helping out" by cleaning the place because it's a complete mess. Nifty and her end up arguing over proper cleaning supplies and Gideon and Alastor find it hilarious and take casual bets on who would win while Charlie worries they're going to kill each other over cleaning supplies. One time, Gideon found one of Varian's lab assistants at one of Vox's territories he was stealing and he quickly checked their mind to make sure he wasn't lending his assistants to ALL the Vees and then used their phone to call Varian to come pick him up because Gideon just took over that territory and he doesn't have any need to keep Varian's "pet". Varian and Vox went right away to pick them up and that's when Varian found out that Cassandra was with "Glee", both in companionship and also they were full-on making out in the ruins of Vox's old facility. Vox made them quickly leave because he realized they were surrounded by Glee's men, all of which had Angelic Weapons. In this AU, I think Gideon joined the battle to support Charlie and Alastor with his people, because why wouldn't he? Even if he doesn't think he could be redeemed, it doesn't mean that he's going to let the hotel get destroyed and all the people inside die. Maybe he even got badly wounded himself and had to recover and Charlie was relieved when he came to visit later after the battle was done because she was worried he'd been killed. When asked where he learned to even make weapons, Gideon just vaguely says "A man Ah knew and admired in life taught me all kinds o' tricks. He was a jack-of-all-trades and he taught me every trade he knew, once we stopped fighting each other. Heh." I should probably go back and tag the Asks I have in relation to this AU, too.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin varian au #gideon gleeful #gravity falls #tangled the series #varian #cassandra

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tare-anime · 1 year

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Even in such disastrous events, Sylvia must still escort the two lover birds idiots. (AO3)

Kinda a sequel to this

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Sylvia Sherwood is a veteran spy.

Yes, she might have not been in the field for several years ever since she became WISE Handler Ostanian division, but still, she IS a spy who has been trained physically and mentally to prepare herself for any unfavorable conditions.

Thus, she will NOT scream like some schoolgirl, even when she is being carried bridal style by a younger woman, whose body is smaller than hers.

At most, she will just hold her breath while forcing her erratic heartbeat to stay beating steady, when the lithe woman jumps from one skyscraper to another.

Wait.

The Full Metal Lady widens her eyes when she cannot see any other skyscrapers in front of her, and yet, The Thorn Princess doesn't slow down her run.

In fact, she sped up. (How is THAT even possible???!!)

"Uuuh….. excuse me…."

"Please hold on tight, Ma'am"

Sylvia instinctively tightens her hold on the younger one's bare shoulder; she might accidentally scratch them.

"Wait for a second. You don't plan to-....."

Yor leaps.

KYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

Sylvia's soul finally returns to her body when Yor put her gently on the bed of a room.

She is blinking rapidly to assess her location.

The room is clean. Only consist of twin beds, a small table with one chair, a simple wardrobe, and a bathroom.

"This is an apartment at the border of Berlint."

Thorn Princess answers her silent question when effortlessly lifting the wardrobe, table, and chair to block the door.

"Lo-.., Twilight prepared this place, and told me to bring you here until he finishes the 'clean up' at your office."

The younger one then retrieves a briefcase and first aid kit box.

She places the briefcase near her arm, "He also said that you might need this for extra protection, in case I was busy engaging your pursuer."

A briefcase gun. She nods.

Of course, Twilight would go to such a length when preparing backup plans.

Yor then open the first aid kit and kneel near her injured leg and start inspecting it.

"May I?"

Sylvia nods, giving her permission to the younger one to remove the makeshift bandages and her stockings.

She hisses upon touch, and immediately understands that she won't be walking for several months ahead.

She pinches the bridge of her nose. The day has turned worse and worse with each passing minute.

"Ma'am, I think-..."

"Sylvia."

With a disastrous day such as today, she had enough formality.

"Huh?"

"You can call me Sylvia, Yor."

Yor blinks and reluctantly nods, "O-okay. Well, uhh…. It looks like the bullet went through, but it grazed the femur….."

"Fractured bone."

Yor nods and then gives her a bright smile, "But the fragments are still aligned. That means I can stitch the flesh wounds to slow down the bleeding until the situation is clear and you can get proper medical help."

Ah, such positivity. So cute

Sylvia chuckles. "Don't worry. I've been in a worse situation."

"Of course," She sees Yor frowns, "But this is still going to hurt."

"I'll live. Please carry on."

"I'll do it as fast as I can."

She nods her approval, hugs the pillow, and bites on it.

True to her words, the painful process ends fast enough to Sylvia's relief.

After bandaging the wounds tightly, the Forger's mother then gives her a glass of water which she gulps down hungrily.

To her surprise, the next thing Yor does is open the bathroom door to retrieve Sylvia's German Shepherd.

The dog immediately comes to her and licks her hand worriedly.

Sylvia can't help but chuckle, "Relax boy, Mama will live."

The red-haired woman then turns her attention back to her savior, who currently is sitting stiffly near the door.

Sylvia can see how hard the younger one is to look calm, but honestly, she won't fool anyone with how visible her fidgeting is, keep looking in the direction of the ongoing battles at WISE HQ.

Wearing emotions in her sleeves, huh? I wonder how she can keep her job a secret from anyone up until now. Me included. Sylvia shakes her head in disbelief.

She then clears her throat, "Thank you so much for your help. I'll be fine now. You can go help your husband."

Yor's head snaps at her, and she stammers, "Uuh… but Lo-.., I mean, Twilight asked me to guard you."

Sylvia clicks her tongue.

That foolish idiot!!

She shakes her head and sighs, "That idiot just doesn't want to see you get hurt."

"Huh?"

Upon receiving questioning looks from a pair of ruby orbs, Sylvia pinches the bridge of her nose again. She can feel the tingling feeling at her temple, a sign of upcoming migraine that has nothing to do with the immense pain of fractured bone, or blood loss.

These two really are going to be the end of me.

"Tell me Yor, did Twilight specifically tell you to take the longer route and bring me to this place via that specific window?"

Yor nods.

"That means he has done his meticulous preparations to distract the enemies. Aside from false routes, there must be numerous traps surrounding each entrance; if not on the whole building itself; and cover any access to come to this room. Trust me. This place is the safest place in the whole city."

It needs several seconds for Yor to chew the information before a realization sinks in and she starts to scowl.

Sylvia raises her hand in a calming motion, "Ah, but please don't kill him. I think I understand his reasons."

Yor mutters through gritted teeth, "He promises to stop keeping things to himself."

"Please be patient with him, Yor. He….." She sighs, "I can still remember his devastated face clear as day, when he tore this city brick by brick searching for you, during the war of your assassins organization."

"But that was different."

"Was it?" She challenges the assassin, "Didn't you quite literally throw your body in the line of harm so that he can live?"

She sees the younger one inattentively caress the ribs under her left breast, most definitely the location of her mortal wound.

Sylvia smiles somberly, "You know that he has lost everything in his past, Yor. He will break beyond repair if he loses you. So please be patient with him."

She sees Yor frown before muttering, "Sorry…"

The elder one chuckles, "Don't. I guess that's why both of you are meant for each other."

Sylvia sees how Yor is still conflicted though.

Oh heaven, have mercy. Do I really have to chaperone these two again?

She takes a deep calming breath, "On second thought, I think I understand why that idiot agent of mine wants to keep you away from our business. It is already a disgrace for us to be blindsided by this typical trojan horse scheme. Asking for help from an enemy country assassin would make us lose our dignity completely."

"Uum…. Actually, Shopkeeper said that Garden is only returning the favor," Yor chimes in.

"Hmm…. Twilight was doing a solo act at that time, though that information is classified," The elder one starts to talk under her breath, "But, drastic times call for drastic measures. I need my loyal agents to stay alive to show them how a real spy works. If these bastards want to play rough, then I'll gladly show them why I got the name Full Metal Lady."

She then returns her attention to the assassin in front of her, "And there are your justifications."

When Yor blinks confusedly, Sylvia takes another deep breath, "I'm asking your help to bring my loyal agents safely from the commotions at the HQ; including your husband; so that I can have a proper revenge."

Yor's face immediately brightens and she salutes, "On it, Ma'am!"

The assassin immediately stands up.

Sylvia thinks that Yor will bolt to help Twilight right away, but she is wrong.

First, Yor rearranges the makeshift barricades to block the one and only safe entry of the room. Second, she ensures Sylvia has the basic needs within arm's reach: energy bars, water, and even urinals and wipes (did Twilight really prepare that?!). Third: she makes sure the German Shepherd has enough kibbles and water and also prepares folded sheets for the dog to rest.

Yor double-checks everything, making sure all is prepared accordingly, and that Sylvia is comfortable in her current immobile position. Only after that then she perches at the window ready to depart.

Sylvia is actually quite amazed.

"I'll be back as soon as possible," Yor looks at her. She pauses for a while before giving the Handler a grateful smile, "And thank you so much, Ms. Sylvia."

She then jumps down from the 3rd story building.

Sylvia blinks astonishingly before chuckling. This woman is not as gullible as people believe, huh?

A whining from her right makes the red-haired lady look down, and pet her dog.

"Yes boy, she is your friend, Bond's master."

Another whining.

"Yep. One of a kind indeed."

Sylvia now understands why Twilight falls head over heels for her.

As he should.

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So, I'm thinking the internal conflict in WISE is just like the internal conflict that happened in SHIELD during Captain America Winter Soldier. There might be infiltration from the enemy's agency, or SSS, or just some greedy people within WISE that have become ambitious. *shrugs*

And yes. I hc Sylvia will always get a headache because these two lover birds are idiots. But she loves them nonetheless. I once wrote a one-shot exploring this hc

These two lovely fics also share similar hc:

A case study of mr. Fishy

It’s just the light coming on

Totally love it!

#spy x family #sxf fic #sxf drabble #sylvia sherwood #Handler #yor forger #thorn princess #loid forger #agent twilight #twiyor #fluff #comedy #sisterly bond

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