#another ugly edit from yours truly!

[scaras-silly-girl]

ok so i HAD to write something for scaras birthday i would be betraying him and myself so! and this is actually so silly to me because my dumb ass made a cake for his birthday

cw: just some silly fluffy shit, gn reader, scara and reader are already together, no use of y/n, wanderer era, reader calls him kuni, actually edited !!

"This is utterly ridiculous..." He mutters for the nth time today, but you know that Wanderer doesn't mean it. He's not one for celebrating his birthday, the day of his wretched creation, but his lover sure is. You've been the best you can to him all day - even sweeter than usual! As sweet as the frosting you're helping him ice onto a cake.

You'd spent all day together, mostly giggling with your boyfriend, sneaking as many kisses as you could and justifying them as a birthday gift for him. Wanderer had been surprisingly complient with your "mortal nonsense," but you had a feeling he truly enjoyed it.

"C'mon Kuni, it's not that bad" Your voice is saccharine, too pretty to be speaking to the puppet himself. Your face is resting on his shoulder, hands guiding his from behind. Just months ago, it'd shock you to know you'd ever get this close to Wanderer. It'd shock him too. "I don't see the point in such foolish traditions" He's so bad at keeping up that rude bravado around you, it's nearly comical how he speaks with such a blush.

It looks like a scene from some cheesy romance film, how tenderly you're touching him, how his hands are nearly shaking, and that blissful smile glued to your face the whole time. Your voice comes with a giggle "It's to celebrate you, dummy. That's the point of today, 'cause you're more than worth celebrating." You can tell your words hit a little deeper than intended when Wanderer shuts up, trying his best to make the cake look decent.

It's a mess. You hadn't attempted a crumb coat, but it sure looked like you had. The whole cake was a little uneven, possibly underbaked in some areas. You're trying to guide him in piping little rosettes on the edge of the cake, they're sloppy and the spacing is inconsistent. On top of the uneven frosting lies a dusting of heart shaped sprinkles.

After another moment of Wanderer swearing when he messes up, and your encouraging smiles, it's finally done. As done as such a mess can be. "I'd say we did a pretty damn good job!" You say with a proud grin. Flour is spotted on your clothes, Wanderer's black shorts are done for, but you couldn't be happier.

"Are you sure we're looking at the same thing?" A sigh leaves your lovers lips as he steps to the side to give you a teasing glance. "It's a little like you. A little messy on the outside, but filled with love. And it tastes really good" Your loving grin is far from disappearing as you swipe some of the frosting on your finger, licking it off. That is pretty good.

Wander scoffs, but his pale face has a pink tint to it. He opens his mouth, about to give some sort of annoyed retort but he pauses and asks "You going to get those candles?" He'd indulge in your nonsense for the rest of time just to see that excitement on your face. Maybe his birthday wasn't as terrible of a day as he thought it. That cake was ugly though. You tried, but damn that thing is ugly.

#cherry ☆ writes #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader fluff #scaramouche x reader fluff #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer x reader fluff #happy birthday scara lol

[callmeklair]

Cinderella

okay so this got really really long so I had to shift the behind the scenes part for another post at last moment. Also I'm really sorry for how long this might look, I did try to edit it in small font but it was just unreadable so yeah >.<

[no beta because me is sick]

prepare yourselves for a ride. also special mention to @its-irsaa-fyp because our random midnight talk brought this au to life

hope you guys enjoy it ^^

this story revolves around a kind-hearted and beautiful girl named Yui Komori who lives with her stepmother and stepsisters. Her own mother died a long time ago, and father just met with an accident recently while on his way to travel.

???: oh~ cinderella~! cinderella~~!— Yui! Yui!

???: where did she disappear!? me and teddy are starving! is she still asleep!!?

unfortunately for Yui, her stepmother and stepsisters were not that welcoming as from the start they referred to her as Cinderella.

"someone or something that is given little attention or care, especially less than they deserve"

to mock her.

Yui: *sigh* they are at it again.

Yui stretched her sleepy arms as the birds started singing to awaken her and her favorite three mice pulled away the blanket to snuggle on her lap to get some morning pats.

these animals were the only ones who took care of her in this cold and insufferable household.

one of the three mices suddenly spoke to get Yui's attention.

Azusa: why… don't you just… run away from here?

Ruki: Azusa, it's not that easy for humans to run away like us animals. they need backup and basic requirements before moving away to guarantee their safety and survival.

Yuma: sheesh, glad I'm a mouse. if only you had done some good deeds in your previous life, then you would have been a mouse like us, Yui.

Yui chuckled at Yuma's comment and shook her head which made him blush. was it out of embarrassment or shyness? nobody knows. well of course except his brothers Ruki and Azusa.

Ruki: you should leave, before they barge into your room and mess it up like last time.

Yui: right! you are right! I'll see you guys later, take care until then.

she kissed each mice' head and left.

Ayato: what took you so long!? yours truly is starving!

Yui: I'm sorry stepmother, this won't happen again.

Ayato: you said that last time too!

Laito: now now mother, please let it be. poor Cinderella needs her beauty sleep too. After all, I'm pretty sure you won't want an ugly little thing with dark circles lurking around the house like a ghost while doing her chores. it'll be unsightly.

Kanato: as much as I hate her for making me and teddy wait, I agree with laito. it'll be really unpleasant to watch her like that. her pretty average looks are the only thing that is keeping me sane as I watch her face everyday while walking around the house. she's already ugly, don't make it worse.

Ayato: tch, you two. fine, you are spared this time on my daughters' request. but now… you have already wasted our precious time, go make the breakfast and, I don't think I need to repeat about your daily chores.

Yui: understood.

she bowed her head to them like a daily routine and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

later during the meal, while she was serving their breakfast something in their conversation perked her up

Ayato: we have received an invitation from our monarch for the prestigious royal ball that is going to be held in five days. it is rumored that the prince is looking for a wife through this occasion and will make her his queen after taking over the throne.

Laito: ah that sounds so wonderful! but why throw a ball when he can marry a very influential family and also, in the future he is destined to marry a lot of women to stabilize his kingdom. ah~ I really wanted to become his one and only.

Kanato: try getting out of your genius fantasies and assumptions, he'll never marry someone like you even if he wants to keep only one wife. I'm more suitable. me and teddy. right teddy?

Ayato: that's the thing. the current prince only wants to have one wife on his side who'll help him run the kingdom through her ideas and opinions too and not just influence.

Laito: hmmm isn't the king, the current prince's older brother who is still single and healthy, still ruling the kingdom. why will they look for a wife for the prince and not the king?

Ayato: dunno, probably not interested in marriages. and about the prince, he doesn't look like he has any intention to take over the kingdom but who knows what goes around in politics. definitely why they are looking for a wife for him due to this.

Laito: awww man, I thought if not prince then I could get a chance with the king as a backup but looks like I'll have to rely on my natural beauty and talent to press my presence into the prince's heart.

Kanato: gross.

Yui: can I join the ball too? I promise I'll complete all the chores! I'll clean the house to it's finest, laundry your clothes, iron them, and make your favorite foods. Everything.

The three's eyes widened at her request.

Kanato: what made you think, a mere incompetent average mediocre women like you can attend with us—!

Ayato: Kanato. it's alright.

the stepmother stopped her youngest child's tantrum and turned to Yui with an evil smile.

Ayato: fine. I'll let you join us-

Kanato & Laito: mother!

Ayato: shush. I'm still speaking. so Yui, you can join us… only if you complete all the listed chores I give you everyday.

Yui: that's alright with me! thank you!

Ayato: don't thank me so soon. you even have not started working on the chores yet.

the evil smile just grew wider. but Yui chose to ignore it and left the dining area to start preparing for her chores.

Laito: mother?

Ayato: you guys are worrying too much, she doesn't even have proper clothes except those rags. and to think about going to the ball without a proper dress? fufu she'll either be kicked out or made a laughing stock. but I'm pretty sure she won't be even able to step out of this house, as that much of the task and chores will be given to her from me.

on the corner, the three mice were watching the whole ordeal and Yuma just grew angry at the insolent behavior of these people towards Yui and her pure wish & will to go to the ball.

Yuma: those damn bastards- that stepmother is definitely planning something evil. the wickedness is in the air, I can't breathe anymore ugh!

Azusa: Ruki… we need to protect her and help her prepare for the ball.

Ruki: that's right! let's have a talk with her first and see what she is planning for the ball.

the three mice left the scene and went to their Yui.

Yuma: Yui! Yui! what are your plans for the ball?

Yui: ..! you guys know?

Ruki: of course we do, we are mice. our ears are everywhere.

Yui: oh I see. Well I of course don't have a dress so I'm planning to make one, I still have one of my mother's dresses which I can try to remake using various accessories and jewels.

Ruki: is that the pink one you showed a long time ago?

Yui: yes that's the one.

Yuma: then we'll help you remake it! you know those smelly wicked people are definitely planning something unpleasant and difficult for you.

Yui: Shush Yuma, that's not how you talk about people, especially behind their backs. and I'll really appreciate your guys' help my sweet adorable mice.

She rubbed their heads and ruffled around their chin to gesture her gratitude.

the three of them purred.

Now Yui was busy doing all her listed difficult and nasty chores. her stepmother really didn't want her to come so badly that she stooped so low in giving chores.

While on the other hand, the mice called for the birds and explained to them about the situation. Upon hearing this, the birds whistled and called more of their friends from the forest behind the house and with this, all of them proceeded to make a dress for Yui, so beautiful that even the prince will not be able to get up after falling from looking at her. not from the floor, not from his affection.

Days passed and the time for the ball was here. But Yui didn't look very excited as in the past few days, her stepmother really gave her so many tasks that she didn't even get the time to touch her mother's dress. The moment she'll complete those tasks and go to her room in the attic, she'll fall on the bed and sleep due to all the tiredness.

Yui:....! huh! How is this-!

Yuma • Azusa • Ruki • animals: surprise!

Yui was in awe and in tears as she saw the most beautiful dress she has ever seen in her whole life. These animals really remade the old dress into something new with their tiny hands, paws and beaks. She repeatedly thanked them as she stepped forward and took the dress to try it out.

Yuma: You look gorgeous!

Azusa: pretty!

Ruki: As expected, my imagination was on point.

Yui: you guys are really really adorable! I love you so much.

*church bell rings from afar*

Yui: oh no! it's almost time for the ball, I'm leaving. love you guys.

Ruki: we'll escort you out.

Yui and her companions moved to the door just when the stepmother and the stepsisters were about to leave.

Yui: wait, I'm coming too!

The three of them turned around and looked enraged at her beautiful sight.

blinded by jealousy, the sisters tore Yui's dress saying the jewels on her dress resemble their belongings as the mother just watched.

Yui: … why?

she was on the brink of tears.

Ayato: just cause'.

with that they left.

finally the tears poured from her eyes, she didn't want to cry in front of them to fuel their enjoyment more, and ran away from the scene.

the mice followed her, angry yet they couldn't do anything. if only they were human. if only.. if only… if only…

*magical noises*

???: I hear desperate wishes.

mice: !!!

Yui, who was crying on the bench, suddenly looked up and saw a handsome black haired man with pale magenta eyes wearing glasses in a…. blue gown?

Yui: you are?

???: Reiji. Your fairy godmother.

Yui: …

Reiji: what?

Yui: I think I'm hallucinating due to crying too much.

Reiji: and what is that supposed to mean?

Yui: aren't fairy godmothers females?

Reiji: ….

Yui: ….

Reiji: are you…

Yui: ?

Reiji: Are you doubting my profession? Do you know how hard it is to work in this profession? The ethics and norms says nothing about specific gender in this field. What is this gender discrimination!? Can't believe in this time and era, there will be people who'll show such impudent and narrow minded thinking. I knew it, I was born in the wrong generation.

Yui never expected that her simple question would end up with her getting a whole lecture.

Reiji: good grief *sigh* you are helpless.

Yui: isn't that why you are here?

Reiji: now miss mam, I think you don't know how the fairy godmother system works. We-

Yui: another one. here we go (⁠╥▽╥⁠)

Yui: okay okay, I understand.

Reiji: you better.

Yui: So why are you here?

Reiji: to help you out of course. I heard your deepest desires and wishes from far away. and as a compassionate person* I'm here to fulfill your dreams.

*compassionate person X

because it is my profession. ✓

Yui: really? but how?

Reiji: We can start with that dress of yours.

Reiji took out a white wand from his sleeves as he performed the spell bibidi babidi boo and transformed Yui's dress into a beautiful sparkly silver gown with glass heels while also styling her hair with jewels and sparkles.

Yui: oh my gosh! you are amazing.

Reiji: keke, of course. I'm an expert in my profession, as expected of me. hmm but there's still something amiss.

Yui: how am I supposed to go to the ball? on heels?

Reiji: right! that was what it was missing.

Reiji danced his wand again as he turned a full grown pumpkin, from the corner, into a carriage.

Reiji: perfect. now we are ready.

Yui: who is going to drive it?

Reiji: those three mice glaring at me from the start.

Yui turned at the direction of Reiji's stare and saw her companions glaring daggers. But such thing was completely normal for Reiji as he danced his wand again and turned the mice into humans.

*poof*

Azusa: we are…

Ruki: humans now.

Reiji: for now. Listen to me and remember one thing very carefully, once the clock strikes midnight, my spell will be lifted and everything will be turned back to how it was i.e. your torn dress, pumpkin, mice, everything and everyone.

Yui: I understand, thank you so much.

Yuma: ugh this body is tall, why am I the only one like this!?

Yui: if only you would have done some good deeds.

Yui joked around repeating Yuma's comment from that day and the latter in turn grew more furious.

Reiji: bickering for later. the ball is starting soon. now if you don't want my precious energy and stamina I invested in you to go to waste. Please.

Yui: wait! what if my stepmother and stepsisters recognize me!? it'll be over for me.

Reiji: ah that's true, let me cast another enchanting spell on you which will act like an illusion.

he danced his wand again.

Reiji double checked and made sure everything is at point and now

he pointed at the carriage door's direction, impatient for them to leave. He had to go fill in his reports as early as possible to get some increment.

The three mice, now humans, discussed something among themselves and decided that Ruki & Azusa will be the escorts while Yuma will be the driver.

before Yuma could argue more, Yui looked at him with hopeful eyes and he wasn't able to say anything.

Without anymore further ado, they left for the ball.

———————x

Subaru: tch. I'm not dealing with this nonsense anymore! 

Inside the ballroom, Subaru was starting to get frustrated in the upper room, where royals watch the people from above. 

Just a few hours ago, Shu, his older brother, the current king, lazily barged into his room and dropped the bomb that the ball was actually being held to find a bride for him. Until now he was just kept in the dark and was only told that a royal ball will be held for political purposes and so he assumed that it must be something to do with his king position but now this… this was frustrating.

All he could see was disgusting coaxing of females and the nobles trying to get their daughter with the prince. It got worse when suddenly a maiden with reddish brown hair and green eyes winked at him and 'nfu'-ed at him. Right now Subaru was running away from that maiden and successfully managed to ditch him. 

Subaru sighed as took in the familiar scenario of the grand corridors of this spacious castle. 

Subaru: tch. well now that I'm here, might as well roam around and cool myself down until that brother of mine and his followers drag me into this whole set-up mess again. 

Subaru walked but tensed up when he saw a beautiful gown. 

Subaru: not another one

He looked around to find a hiding spot until..

Subaru: …..! 

Subaru: she is ethereal

no no no, that shouldn't change his decision as he has already seen some beautiful/pretty faces tonight trying to suck him up, be it by their own will or their family's will. 

he shouldn't stop himself just because of an ethereal looking woman. but it was too late, she already saw him.

???: uhm hello? uh, do you know the direction of the ballroom? I'm kind of lost here. 

It looks like she didn't recognise, good for him. But sooner she might if someone from palace suddenly shows up and reveals his identity because of the formalities. 

Subaru: You are? 

Yui: oh… uh I was supposed to attend the ball with my family but due to cho— circumstances I wasn't able to depart with them on time.

She really let herself be open around and introduce herself without any hesitation. such a vulnerable prey. 

Subaru: let me do the honor and take you.

Yui: you will? thank you! 

the little rabbit has fallen into the hands of a beast. 

Yui: oh right! what is your name? Need to know your name to express my gratitude later for your each and every help. 

Subaru: Subaru. 

Yui: I see…

Subaru didn't say his full name because he didn't want his cover to be lifted, at least not yet especially when he gets to see her such beautiful smile making her eyes shape into alluring crescents.

He silently took her to the ballroom, so that people wouldn't notice him and expose him. 

Yui came back to her senses from her daze of taking in the marvelous interior of the palace when she realized that Subaru had taken her to the dance floor and both of them were waltzing now. 

Yui: S-subaru-kun!?

Subaru: shh. 

Yui blushes as she finally takes in his appearance illuminated by the golden lights of the ball room and how dazzling he looked with that silver pink hair and his scarlet eyes. 

Subaru wanted to quietly enjoy his moment with this ethereal girl he just met. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted to make her his own. He was intrigued. her soft expressions, her soft voice, her smile, her vulnerability, everything. He wanted to know them deeply. 

As Subaru and Yui were enjoying their peaceful dance with love filled eyes looking into each other with the desire to get to know each other more, Yui's stepmother and stepsisters were seen from afar as Ayato looked carefully and started to doubt how much the girl dancing with the prince looked familiar.

Ayato: No it can't be her, she doesn't even have a dress and the one she has we destroyed it. must be some other girl looking like her. 

Meanwhile Shu watched the scene in front of him unfold and sighs following with a lazy but genuine smile, glad that his younger brother finally found someone for him. With Subaru's past and his mental health condition this past few weeks, Shu decided to look for someone who'll help his brother out. 

Time passed and Yui and Subaru were at the balcony at the end of the ballroom to get some fresh air and get to each other. the more they talked to each other, the more they found each other falling for the other person. At first it was a little awkward so they started with random small talks and in between Subaru finally revealed his true identity. Yui was shocked and tried to bow curtly as she started being formal but Subaru stopped her. 

He wanted to spend time with her as a normal person. 

Has it been an hour or two since they started talking? Subaru doesn't know and doesn't care, the only thing that matters to him is the girl in front of him. At first he just wanted to see what she was capable of when she so openly left herself in his care, a beast's care. but now, there's more to it. 

He stepped forward and circles his arm around her waist pulling her closer. Yui squeaked at his sudden movement. Shy, she asked him what he was doing but instead of a reply she was met with a closer image of his face and realized their lips were getting closer. He didn't wait or hesitate as he landed a kiss on her lips in his daze of watching her intensely. 

At first Yui didn't know what to do as her heart and mind were saying different things. In the end she kissed him back, entangling her hands in his soft hair.

it went on for a few minutes as each second Subaru would try pulling himself closer to her or pulling Yui closer to him to deepen the kiss. 

Yui slowly opened her eyes to try parting with him to catch a breath but her eyes flew open when her gaze fell on the watch behind Subaru.

Yui: shoot! it's going to be midnight in 10 minutes. 

Yui's slowly pushed Subaru away who looked surprised. 

Yui: I'm sorry, but I need to go, it's getting late.

Subaru: it's alright, I'll order my people to drop you at your home so it won't matter.

Yui: no! i mean it's alright, i won't want to trouble you, your high-

Subaru: I told you to drop the formalities. and, it's not troublesome.

what should she do? if she stays here any longer her illusionary dress and everything will be exposed and she is worried if the connection they have until now, will it disappear if Subaru sees her true form?

Yui apologizes again as she slowly gets out of Subaru's grip and runs for the main gate to leave. Subaru shouted for her to wait for him and followed after her. Yui was rushing and rushing when suddenly Subaru caught her hand stopping her in her tracks at the stairs of the main gate.

Yui looked at the watch, terrified she gently held his hand and got her hand out and rushed again.a pologizing to him while running away.

and also, dropping one of her glass shoes on the stairs on the way. she did stop in her tracks to go above and pick it up but decided not to as the watch ticked over and over again in her ears, like a warning.

Subaru: wait! you never told me your name!

subaru cried out, but it was already too late as Yui had already disappeared, only her forgotten glass show left behind. picking it up, Subaru decided to find the girl no matter what. his determination through the roof.

Next morning, Subaru's bestie, Kou visited him after hearing about the rumors of his dearest friend being seen with a girl and looking at her with love filled eyes.

Subaru was already frustrated at Kou's arrival but started gritting his teeth at the non-stop blabber and teasing of the latter man in front of him.

Kou: aww c'mon man, you can't keep your bestie in the dark!

Subaru: who are you calling your friend!? i don't ever remember having such a relationship with you!

Kou: Hey Subaru-kun! you hurt me. I have been your reading partner since we were ten.

Subaru ignored Kou's annoying chatter, as he gazed at the glass show in his hand. oh how so badly he wanted to find her and keep her to himself. He swore he wouldn't let her get out of his grip anymore.

…!?

was he becoming possesive? even Subaru was shocked at his thoughts.

Shu: stop looking at it like that. The girl won't magically appear out of nowhere if you keep glaring at it.

Shu has entered the room.

Shu: I'll help you find her.

He gestures his hand at three men behind him to take the shoes and leave for the town to find the girl whose foot fits in the shoe.

Subaru recognised the three men as Shu's loyal followers from the start and also his reading partners. Kino, Shin and Carla.

Thus, he let the shoe go because he trusted in their methods and resources.

Kino: just wait for us~

Kino winked at Subaru, and Shin sighed complaining about the enthusiasm.

Shin: how are you guys so sure that this shoe will only fit one lady? There can be many people.

Subaru: the size of the shoe.. is very small. Kou has the smallest shoe size among us all and this shoe is even smaller than that, making it a very rare case.

Kou: Subaru stop exposing me!

Subaru ignored his friend's glaring as Carla nodded, understanding something.

Carla: in other words, the one whose foot glides in this shoe swiftly is the true owner.

Subaru: yes.

and so began the search for the girl that has mesmerized the prince of the kingdom and it didn't take long for the rumors to reach every household. even where Yui lives.

Ayato was in Yui's room, suspicious. Totally suspicious. No matter how much he thinks about it, the girl he saw yesterday doesn't sit right with him as a stranger. he looked around her room, and finally found it. the glass shoe! under her bed.

Ayato: che, I knew it. that cunning fox.

at the same time, Yui entered the room to make sure her glass slipper was still there as the people from the palace were coming & this was her chance to finally meet Subaru again. but the moment she saw Ayato, she was on alert. but it was too late as Ayato smirked while dancing the glass shoe in his hand.

Yui tensed as she stepped forward to take it form Ayato's hand but the latter just extended his hand above and because of the height difference Yui was left helpless.

Ayato: very smart huh? trying to get the prince to you. How did you do it? the dress? how did you reach there when it was already too late to reach in time by walking?

Yui remained silent.

Ayato: no answer huh? fine, for such disrespect, you'll be locked in your room for the meantime.

Yui: no you can't do that!

Ayato: Oh I can, just watch me. those people from the palace will never be able to find you.

with that ayato rushed and locked the door, trapping Yui in.

Ayato: Laito! Kanato! prepare yourselves, the prince is coming! you guys must do whatever you can to get the shoe fit your foot.

Laito • Kanato: Yes, mother.

Meanwhile, trapped Yui cries on the edge of her bed as she remembers how on the way back, it was already midnight and on the way back everything turned back to how it was, just like Reiji said.

except that one glass slipper on her feet still remaining intact.

how? was it because they were seperated? at first Yui was scared that the moment midnight hits the shoe under Subaru's care will turn back to normal and he will start doubting her, making them never meet again. but that wasn't the case as the shoes still remain as how they were.

No matter how much Yui thought it over, nothing explained the logic behind the shoes remaining the same. but at the same time, this gave her hope to meet him again. to meet Subaru again.

the mice notices this and planned to free Yui from the room, but how?

suddenly Ruki perks up as he comes up with a plan to take the key from Ayato's pocket.

The time was here, the people from the palace were here. and… the Prince was also along with them?

Carla: are you three the only people here?

Ayato: yes.

Carla: alright then.

the shoe fitting trial was starting, after going house to house and no one fitting the shoe, this was the only last house left. Subaru was starting to get impatient but he was determined to find her even if she turns out to be from another kingdom.

Meanwhile the mice parted themselves as Azusa went to steal the glass shoes from Ayato's locker. All three of them were glad to be mice as they can use their origin skills to help Yui out.

While Ruki and Yuma slowly approached Ayato and through tricks managed to get the key.

before ayato could notice it was too late, Ruki and Yuma already left and so did Azusa successfully managed to get the glass slipper.

the commotion here was too noisy for him to notice sooner.

Kino: god we don't even need to try the fitting here, it's obvious it won't fit.

Kino cried out the moment he sees the difference in the the glass shoe and the feet of laito.

Ignoring him, Laito still tried it out but as Kino said, it was really really big, no matter how much he tried to fit it in.

Shin: you are going to break it!

Kanato: leave it you pervert! I'll try!

Kanato pushed Laito off the chair and sat himself down, ready to try out the shoe.

Shin: shortie stop! even though you are smaller than him, you are also really big for the glass shoe!

Kanato: who are you calling shortie! WHO ARE YOU—

Ayato: ahem.

Ayato hushed Kanato as the prince was in the room. they cannot take any risk.

On the other hand the three mice finally freed Yui and gave her shoe back.

Yui hurried out and reached downstairs just when the palace people were about to leave.

Yui: wait, I'm here!

they turned back at the newcomer.

Subaru: you said you guys were only three!?

Subaru looks at the girl and the moment he sees her, he senses her. it's her! he rushed to her who was still running down the stairs and caught her in his arms in the form of a hug.

He didn't need that stupid shoe fitting trial to know if the girl he spent last night talking with is her or not. It's her. He can feel it. the warmth, the expressions, the tone. It's her!

Yui hugs him back for few seconds before pushing his shoulder gently to present the glass slipper. he other pair.

Shin: that shoe!

Ayato: Your highness, please listen to this subject. She is nothing but just a mere maid. There's no way she can be involved in matters like prestigious balls. I have no idea how she got that pair of shoe.

Carla: It doesn't matter who she is. you defied the orders, and on top of that lied to his highness. This matter won't go unnoticed and will be reported to the King immediately. Shin.

Shin: on my way ~

Yui: wait! please don't.

Kino: huh? are you saying?

Yui: yes. even though they, well they didn't treat me rightfully, I still don't want to become the reason for their demise. No matter what, everybody deserves a second chance.

Shin: hehe, you guys will be grateful for your life.

Kino snatched the shoes from Kanato's hands and gave it to Subaru.

and after taking the pair of shoes from both Yui and kino, the silver haired man bent down on his one knee and swiftly lifted Yui's feet one by one to slide the shoes.

they fit!

Subaru couldn't be any happier. she was finally his.

Yui hugged Subaru and both of them merrily smiled & laughed to be with each other again.

the glass shoes suddenly starts glowing and turns into dust. that dust soon forms a figure of a beautiful man who introduces himself as karlheinz and says

Karlheinz: Adam and Eve have been found in this universe too, my job is done.

And then disappears again by forming into dust before anyone could say anything.

Shin: what the hell!? what was that just now!? I have heard about fairies, but that was one scary and creepy one, if he was even one.

Kino • Carla: Adam and Eve?

Yui: is that why the shoes remained intact till the end even when the fairy godmother Reiji's spell was lifted at midnight?

even though the mystery about the shoes is solved, the more Yui thinks about it, the creepier it gets, especially how she wore those shoes all the time during the ball and when she was with Subaru…

Yui: don't tell me he witnessed everything…

Subaru realized what Yui was talking about but he can't also fall in the mood. he lifted her up as he gave the most genuine bright smile.

Subaru: Yui will you marry me?

Yui was surprised at the sudden proposal and cried the tears of happiness as she repeatedly said yes to him.

————————x

The wedding bells rang as Subaru and Yui exited the chapel after completing their wedding vows. everyone in the town came to pay their respects and give blessings to the newly married couple. the prince and the princess. The mice were throwing petals from the basket as they watched their Yui finally being happy.

Subaru lifted Yui in the bridal style, causing her to become shy for the nth time and ofc it doesn't goes unnoticed by Subaru.

Subaru: hehe, you should get used to such stuff now because I'll be loving you seven days a week. monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, sunday. 24/7.

Yui blushes more as Subaru walks down the stairs and enters the carriage.

He sets Yui down and leaned in to kiss her as curtains fell.

#time to yeet myself out like Karlheinz in this story #no beta because im sick #subayui #yui x subaru #diabolik lovers #yui komori #dialovers #komori yui #diabolik lovers fandom #shu sakamaki #shin tsukinami #diabolik lovers yui #carla tsukinami #subaru sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamki #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers fanfic #diabolik lovers diney au #kino sakamaki

[dailycharacteroption]

Pop Culture Builds 13: Margot d’Francane (Wizard School Mysteries)

And here we are with another Pop Culture special, diving into how to create facsimiles of your favorite characters from across fiction in Pathfinder or Starfinder, and this time we’ll be doing a first: a build which focuses on Pathfinder Second Edition!

But before we get into the nitty gritty, let’s preface this: I will never be doing any characters from a certain young adult series written by Britain’s TERF-in-Chief.

So instead let’s do one based on a book series that takes the magical school trope and combines it with the teen detective genre, without the ugliness that is interwoven with Joanne’s overhyped diatribe.

Indeed, today we’ll be focusing on William Cope’s (also known as @tyrantisterror here on tumblr) series, Wizard School Mysteries!

(Note that I have not found the time to read Cope’s books, so I apologize in advance if I miss anything important about dear Margot’s character in this book)

But without further ado, let’s get into today’s subject, Margot d’Francane!

When Margot lost her family to the last great Goblin War, she found herself in the care of a kindly blacksmith who took her in. However, things were not idyllic for the young mage, as her innate pyromantic abilities were so potent and uncontrollable that her caretaker was forced to bind her arm, which was already deformed with a magical illness called lichrot, with a rune-enchanted metal gauntlet.

However, this was not enough for Margot, who wanted to truly control her powers. So, she enrolled at the Academy of Applied Arcana and Magic to better understand her powers. However, some of the teachers, one in particular, saw her gauntlet as a way to demean and belittle her. Imagine someone making fun of your wheelchair for being a “crutch” despite it also keeping other people from getting hurt.

However, with the help of her newfound friends, she’s more than capable of mastering herself and rising to the occasion (not to mention finally putting that awful teacher in her place).

Margot is human, but there’s no special reason that she needs to remain so for this build, though cooperative nature, sense allies, cooperative soul, group aid, stubborn persistence, and the like are good choices for her determination and team mom energy.

For her class, I went with the sorcerer class with the elemental bloodline (fire) and the wellspring mage archetype, the former representing her unparalleled mastery of pyromancy, while the latter representing the uncontrolled nature of her power. However, the wellspring mage assumes that your character is a more traditional “wild mage”, whereas Margot’s uncontrolled outbursts of magic tend to err on the side of “even more fire”, so some GM fiat may be needed there.

Of course, in 2e classes have their own feats. From the sorcerer, you’ll likely want dangerous sorcery, widen spell, bespell weapon, split shot, advanced bloodline, detonating spell, steady spellcasting, energy fusion, greater bloodline, overwhelming energy, and the like. Meanwhile, the wellspring mage archetype offers the dedication, and interfering surge in particular. The end result is a mage that have overwhelming mastery over their destructive potential, but sometimes things get out of control.

In more general feats, specialty crafting (blacksmith) makes sense, as does toughness, cooperative crafting, impeccable crafting, craft anything, and the like.

Naturally, most of Margot’s spells should be fire-focused, but don’t forget a few lightning spells so you can combine them for her energy fusion feat as well. Beyond that, spells that protect and buff allies are also a must, as she deeply cares and worries for her friends.

As far as signature equipment goes, Margot is mostly known for her gauntlet, which helps her control her fire magic. While there is no specific mechanic for such a thing in Pathfinder 2e, I imagine it would be easy to homebrew this as a gauntlet or spiked gauntlet composed of a special material (I’m thinking either adamantine or noqual, the latter for it’s antimagic properties) enchanted to become a powerful striking weapon, but also potentially having a unique enchantment that lets her reroll her wellspring surge roll once per day. Beyond that, I would advise giving her equipment for enhancing her magical arts. She does, however, have a magically animated chariot as well, which could be used to add to her mobility as well.

Of course, if you don’t want to build her as a 2e sorcerer, you could build her as a 1e evoker wizard with her gauntlet as her focus item, or a simple fire elemental sorcerer with the elemental spell (electricity) feat. Arcanist with bloodline development and the ability to induce primal magic events might also be appealing to some.

A fiery mage who uses a gauntlet as a limiter or focus can be a lot of fun, even beyond the confines of this character, so feel free to use it beyond emulating Margot.

That does it for today, but this week is just getting started!

#pathfinder second edition #pop culture #pop culture builds #pop culture characters #wizard school mysteries #margot d'francane

[slytherhys]

12 Days of Christmas - ACOTAR Edition

In the spirit of the Holidays, I will be writing & posting short stories about the ACOTAR characters for the next 12 days. Please note that some will be shorter than others and that this is simply meant to be a fun time for everyone that loves these characters as much as I do!

PS. I'm open to requests.

AO3

6th day of christmas - ugly christmas sweater

this oneshot is dedicated to Candice. Thank you for helping me whenever I'm writing about Nessian. love you frenchie

Proof of Love (Nessian AU)

If there was one thing Cassian knew about his girlfriend, it was that she loved receiving gifts. Books, clothes, a pretty flower he picked up from the street on his way home… Nothing could quite compare to the smile that took over Nesta’s lips whenever he surprised her with a new present.

Which didn’t really explain why she was now sitting on their couch, her book long discarded, staring at his latest gift with a blank face. Cassian felt his grin falter, eyeing the sweater in her hands.

“What is this.” She asked, eyes never straying away from the garment in front of her.

Yeah, Cassian was mildly suspicious she hadn’t like it all that much.

“An ugly Christmas sweater.” He said nonetheless, eyeing the red sweater. He had thought it was hilarious when he had first seen it: the upside-down bat and his cheeky grin, the little Christmas hat that was adorned with a real, tiny bell that jingled whenever Nesta moved.

He ignored the way the frown on Nesta’s face seemed to deepen whenever it rang.

“I can see that.” Her eyes flickered to him once before returning to the sweater, as if still not quite believing what was in front of her. Whether that was a good or a bad sign, Cassian wasn’t entirely sure. “Why?”

Now it was his turn to frown. “What do you mean why? So you wear it.”

“Where exactly would I wear this?”

“Feyre and Rhysand’s party.” Cassian said, since it seemed pretty obvious to him. “The invitation specifically indicated Ugly Christmas Sweater as the preferred attire.”

“My preferred attire is my normal clothes.” She raised an eyebrow at his wounded expression. “I’m not wearing this, Cassian.” She said, folding the sweater and reaching for the shopping bag once again. As if it was decided.

“And why not?”

She gave him a blank stare. “It’s hideous.”

“That’s the whole point of it.” At least he thought it was. When Feyre had explained him the concept, it had seemed a bit confusing. Could a sweater be too ugly to be an ugly Christmas sweater? Maybe he should’ve checked with Feyre before buying them-

Nesta went still. “Cassian.” She looked up at him, a flush in her cheeks. “Why is there two of them?”

Oh, right. Cassian grinned, taking the bag from her hands, and pulling out another sweater. His sweater. “So we could match.” He said, draping the sweater in front of his torso.

“Why would we want to match.”

He shrugged. “Because it’s Christmas.”

Nesta shook her head. “Doesn’t seem like a good enough reason.”

He stepped closer to her, making her tip her head back so she could meet his eyes. “Because it’s fun?”

She glared at him, crossing her arms in defiance. “To whom?”

He hummed, leaning down as he gently pulled her up to her feet. Nesta seemed unfazed, but Cassian knew better. The dilated pupils, the flushed neck, her heaving chest. He smirked, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Because you love me?” He murmured, smiling.

Nesta cleared her throat, pushing him away and walking to the other side of the couch. “Even love has its limits.”

Cassian stopped, turning with a grin on his face. He raised his eyebrows, watching her as she tried to keep her distance. “Is this yours?”

Nesta eyed the sweaters. He could almost see how much she wanted to say yes. How much she stubbornly wanted to stomp her foot, refusing to wear what was truly a hideous sweater to a party, of all things.

But she didn’t – not even when, hours later, Rhysand opened his front door and eyed them with humour in his eyes. At his growing smirk, Nesta stood a little straighter.

“Don’t you dare say anything.” She growled, walking past him without a glance back.

And no matter how hard he tried, Cassian couldn’t suppress the sheepish grin that took over his features as he watched her stomp through the foyer, jingling with her every step. Mother’s tits, he loved that woman.

He was suddenly extremely glad Feyre had explained to him what, exactly, an ugly Christmas sweater was. He was especially glad she had accepted his suggestion to make them the party’s dress code. 

He found his brother studying him, a smile on his face as he let him inside the house. “I’m guessing she doesn’t know this was all your great idea?” He said, looking down at his own sweater. It was dark blue with silver-threaded stars and big, bold letters saying, If lost, take to wife. Feyre most definitely wore its counterpart.

“That woman is wearing a stupid fucking sweater for me, brother.” Cassian grinned. “It was absolutely worth it.”

If there was one thing Cassian knew about his girlfriend, it was that she loved receiving gifts. Books, clothes, a pretty flower he picked up from the street on his way home… Nothing could quite compare to the smile that took over Nesta’s lips whenever he surprised her with a new present.

Which didn’t really explain why she was now sitting on their couch, her book long discarded, staring at his latest gift with a blank face. Cassian felt his grin falter, eyeing the sweater in her hands.

“What is this.” She asked, eyes never straying away from the garment in front of her.

Yeah, Cassian was mildly suspicious she hadn’t like it all that much.

“An ugly Christmas sweater.” He said nonetheless, eyeing the red sweater. He had thought it was hilarious when he had first seen it: the upside-down bat and his cheeky grin, the little Christmas hat that was adorned with a real, tiny bell that jingled whenever Nesta moved.

He ignored the way the frown on Nesta’s face seemed to deepen whenever it rang.

“I can see that.” Her eyes flickered to him once before returning to the sweater, as if still not quite believing what was in front of her. Whether that was a good or a bad sign, Cassian wasn’t entirely sure. “Why?”

Now it was his turn to frown. “What do you mean why? So you wear it.”

“Where exactly would I wear this?”

“Feyre and Rhysand’s party.” Cassian said, since it seemed pretty obvious to him. “The invitation specifically indicated Ugly Christmas Sweater as the preferred attire.”

“My preferred attire is my normal clothes.” She raised an eyebrow at his wounded expression. “I’m not wearing this, Cassian.” She said, folding the sweater and reaching for the shopping bag once again. As if it was decided.

“And why not?”

She gave him a blank stare. “It’s hideous.”

“That’s the whole point of it.” At least he thought it was. When Feyre had explained him the concept, it had seemed a bit confusing. Could a sweater be too ugly to be an ugly Christmas sweater? Maybe he should’ve checked with Feyre before buying them-

Nesta went still. “Cassian.” She looked up at him, a flush in her cheeks. “Why is there two of them?”

Oh, right. Cassian grinned, taking the bag from her hands, and pulling out another sweater. His sweater. “So we could match.” He said, draping the sweater in front of his torso.

“Why would we want to match.”

He shrugged. “Because it’s Christmas.”

Nesta shook her head. “Doesn’t seem like a good enough reason.”

He stepped closer to her, making her tip her head back so she could meet his eyes. “Because it’s fun?”

She glared at him, crossing her arms in defiance. “To whom?”

He hummed, leaning down as he gently pulled her up to her feet. Nesta seemed unfazed, but Cassian knew better. The dilated pupils, the flushed neck, her heaving chest. He smirked, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Because you love me?” He murmured, smiling.

Nesta cleared her throat, pushing him away and walking to the other side of the couch. “Even love has its limits.”

Cassian stopped, turning with a grin on his face. He raised his eyebrows, watching her as she tried to keep her distance. “Is this yours?”

Nesta eyed the sweaters. He could almost see how much she wanted to say yes. How much she stubbornly wanted to stomp her foot, refusing to wear what was truly a hideous sweater to a party, of all things.

But she didn’t – not even when, hours later, Rhysand opened his front door and eyed them with humour in his eyes. At his growing smirk, Nesta stood a little straighter.

“Don’t you dare say anything.” She growled, walking past him without a glance back.

And no matter how hard he tried, Cassian couldn’t suppress the sheepish grin that took over his features as he watched her stomp through the foyer, jingling with her every step. Mother’s tits, he loved that woman.

He was suddenly extremely glad Feyre had explained to him what, exactly, an ugly Christmas sweater was. He was especially glad she had accepted his suggestion to make them the party’s dress code. 

He found his brother studying him, a smile on his face as he let him inside the house. “I’m guessing she doesn’t know this was all your great idea?” He said, looking down at his own sweater. It was dark blue with silver-threaded stars and big, bold letters saying, If lost, take to wife. Feyre most definitely wore its counterpart.

“That woman is wearing a stupid fucking sweater for me, brother.” Cassian grinned. “Whatever comes my way was absolutely worth it.”

#nessian fic #nessian #nesta archeron x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian #acotar #rhysand #feyre archeron #12 days of christmas acotar edition #12 days of christmas #my writing #christmas writing #christmas prompts #ugly christmas sweater

[monstersandmaw]

Male goblin x gn reader (nsfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Friends with benefits that’s actually much more than that? Long-term mutual pining? Confessions? This off-the-cuff fic written in an hour on Friday night has them all. Hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 2249

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“Hey, Gil,” you said, swallowing and licking your lips and pacing the length of your living room with the phone pressed to your ear. For some reason this always made you nervous, regardless of the number of times you’d hooked up in the past. “You, uh… You free any time soon?”

He laughed, the harsh, scraping timbre of his voice going right to your groin already. “For you, sweetheart?” he chuckled. “I certainly could be. When did you have in mind?”

In the background you could hear the muted clatter and clink of what sounded like a bar and you felt something inside you wither just a little bit. He was out enjoying his Friday evening with friends after work and there you were, sitting at home, thinking about the last time he’d spent the night with you, most of it with his head between your thighs.

“Listen, I… I didn’t want to interrupt…” you stammered as panic and shame set in. “I’m sorry. Forget I called, ok? Enjoy your evening.” You hung up, flung your phone down on the couch, and tipped your head up at the ceiling. “Fuck,” you hissed. “I’m an idiot.”

Three seconds later, your phone buzzed with the repeating pattern of an incoming call.

“Shit.”

Gil’s name flashed on the screen and your stomach dropped. You ignored it, heading away into the kitchen and pacing aimlessly until your phone shut up. It stayed quiet for another minute before starting up again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He didn’t try again after that though, and you looked at the clock in the living room. Eight thirty in the evening, and while everyone else was out drinking their work week away, you were sitting at home on the couch, scrolling through endless TV series you didn’t want to watch, wearing your ugly frog patterned pyjamas that you adored to death. Nice.

Gil had been a friend since high school, and while the two of you had fallen into a ‘friends with benefits’ situation not long after graduating from university, neither of you had ever broached the subject of a relationship. The night it had all started, Gil had cheered you up after a rough breakup, with the promise of no-strings sex, and it had become a bit of a thing for the two of you ever since. He was bi, and never seemed short of people flinging themselves at him, but despite that, he’d never been in a committed relationship. He just wasn’t the type, you figured. Trouble was, somewhere along the way, you'd caught feelings for the feisty, confident goblin, and had never been able to shake them.

Each time he left your apartment after a truly mind blowing night, you crashed into a dark and miserable place, clinging pathetically to the lingering ecstasy of his touch on your body until it faded and left you feeling shit about yourself. You were just a quick shag for him. A friend, a comfy place to spend an entertaining evening, but nothing more. He probably had hundreds of partners. And yet, he still dropped everything if you texted him an eggplant emoji and a question mark. It had become a bit of a joke between the two of you and he always replied with a corny ‘thumbs up’ emoji and a heart eyes.

At five to nine, just when you’d thought about pouring a glass of wine and stewing in your misery, the doorbell rang and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

Knowing you probably looked rough, and wondering if it was the pizza delivery company with the wrong address again, you shuffled to the door and opened it without looking through the peephole. Your eyes dropped to find Gil standing on the doorstep, smiling up at you.

“Hey,” he said, his scratchy tenor sounding uncertain. “You hung up on me.” He looked gorgeous, in simple jeans and a white t-shirt despite the slight chill to the spring evening air, and his long black hair was tied up in a scruffy bun at the nape of his neck. Earrings glinted along his tapering ears, and his septum piercing flashed in the reflected light from your apartment behind you.

“Gil?” you blurted, blinking stupidly. “What…?”

“You hung up on me,” he said again. “You know I’d do anything for you, sweetheart. Why’d you go?”

“You’re here?”

He scowled. “Yeah. I mean, I can go if —”

“No,” you breathed. “No, you can come in. I’m sorry I’m…” you looked down at yourself. Normally you put a bit of effort into how you looked when you knew you were going to see him, but now you knew you looked entirely ordinary. At best.

“Nice pj's,” he grinned and stepped inside.  

“Fuck off,” you groused, closing the door behind him.

In a move so bold it knocked the air from your lungs, he cupped your crotch. “Didn’t say I minded ’em.”

“Fuuuuck…” you hissed, tipping back against the wall and letting your eyes roll shut. “You were… I mean… I thought…”

“Like I said, I’ve always got time for you.”

“Yeah, but you were —”

“Get down here and kiss me before I climb you like a fucking tree,” he snarled, all his pointy teeth on show.

Gil was short, even by goblin standards, but you had his express permission to kneel to kiss him, so you dropped down on one knee and took his face in your hands, kissing him. He tasted of alcohol, but not strongly, and his skin smelled of the spring evening outside. Drawing back, you panted, “You walked here?”

“Well I haven’t learned to teleport yet,” he said, grabbing your t-shirt by the neck and yanking you back down, “So yeah.”

“For me?”

“For you,” he grinned between searing kisses. “Fuck, I’m hard already.”

And with that, he turned away and left you gasping for air in the loss of contact, and went straight for your bedroom.

You stood there a moment longer, until his voice called from the other room. “You coming or you gonna make me get off alone in your bed?”

You screwed your eyes shut and tilted your head back while all the blood rushed south. “You’re a menace,” you said.

“You love me,” he crowed back at you, laughing.

“Yeah,” you choked to yourself, walking towards your room. “Yeah, I do.”

When you pushed the door open, he was standing frozen like a deer in headlights beside your bed, shirtless, with his hands on the waistband of his trousers. His huge, dark eyes were wide and vulnerable in a way you’d never seen before, and his mouth hung softly open. He murmured your name and it came out like a prayer, all hope built on limited proof.

“Gil?”

His beautiful, tapering ears shifted back a little, drooping a little. “Did you mean that?” he whispered.

Oh shit. Somehow you’d forgotten goblins’ superior hearing, but who could blame you when you had no blood left in your brain at all?

The only light in your bedroom came from the street lamp outside and the living room behind you, and his eyes reflected yellow-green like a cat’s in the darkness, but you could see every line of his beautiful, wiry body tense.

You swallowed. “Yeah,” you croaked. “I know it was only supposed to be casual, but… I love you,” you said, choking on tears that welled unexpectedly.

“Fuck,” he whispered, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I’m sorry.” You took a step backwards, retreating towards the living room. “I…”

“Come here,” he said. “Please?”

Hesitantly, you crossed the room to him and sat heavily on the bed. He hopped up to join you and knelt on the duvet facing you. His fingers trembled as he brought his knuckles up with aching gentleness to stroke your cheekbones and your eyes fluttered closed as his rough skin connected. He caressed your cheek and then combed his clawed fingers through your hair, raking the blunt, well-cared-for tips across the scalp above your ears. Your heart began hammering. He leaned in close. His lips brushed your temple.

“I love you,” he whispered in your ear. “I’ve loved you for years.”

A rough, ragged breath escaped you and you opened your eyes again to find him looking at you with a reverent smile on his face. His lips pulled back a little on one side to reveal his sharp teeth and a dimple in his right cheek. He had green freckles a shade or two darker than the rest of his skin that danced in a perfect pattern across his cheeks and over his nose. You wanted to kiss every single one of them.

“So… this isn’t just casual for you either?” you asked, a slightly frantic laugh creeping in around the edges of your question.

“No,” he said and shook his head, sitting back on his heels and letting his small, gnarled hands drop to his lap. “Never has been, but I figured it was the best I was ever going to get.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him. You kissed him so hard that the pair of you tipped back onto the pillows and he broke off, laughing. Gods, you loved his laugh.

“Get these adorable pyjamas off,” he growled, his fingers already creeping behind the waistband to draw them off you. “I want you. Now.”

“How do you want me?”

“I don’t care. I just… please? I’m so in love with you I can’t think straight. I don’t care how you make me come, just… please?” he babbled. You’d never seen him like this. He was always calm, composed, and in control. He was the one who set the pace. He was the one who put his mouth on you and said when you could come.

You stood and shucked out of your clothes, catching glimpses of him doing the same, and when you were both naked, he clambered back up onto your bed and asked, “No preferences?”

Shaking your head, you leaned over him in a plank, your knees on either side of his hips, and began to kiss down his throat to his sharp collarbones. His hands grabbed your sides and his claws dug in just the right amount, and he bucked up against you, smearing pre-come against your abdomen as he rutted against you, gasping. “I love you,” he hissed into your ear, biting at your earlobe with his sharp teeth.

“Fuck… Gil…” you moaned, rocking your hips against him over and over, taking you both closer and closer with each thrust.

Your combined arousal took just the right amount of friction out of each delicious slide, and he was soon gasping. “I’m gonna come,” he laughed. “Shit, you’re gonna make me come like a fucking —” and with that, he spilled, untouched, all over himself with a bitten-off groan. His teeth sank into your shoulder and you gasped at the feel of his come painting his stomach beneath you. “Shit,” he laughed through the tail end of it and fell back onto the pillow behind him, panting.

You stared at him, mesmerised. “You’re stunning, Gil,” you breathed.

“Gimme a minute and I’ll give you ‘stunning’,” he chuckled. “Fuck. I haven’t come like that in… I don’t think I’ve ever come untouched.”

“Sorry?”

“Don’t,” he growled, grabbing you and easily rolling you onto your back. He grabbed a tissue from the box beside your bed and wiped most of the mess off himself, and then ditched it on the floor before moving down your body.

He kissed your chest and sucked and bit at your nipples, making them harden between his sharp teeth while his claws raked gentle furrows down your skin that made you gasp and buck. “Mmm,” he purred. “Always so sensitive.”

He kissed your stomach and then the crease between your thighs and hips, before finally moving his mouth to where you needed him most. He always loved the taste of you, loved spending his time there, sucking and licking and making you cry out as jolts of pleasure shot through you. Now though, he wanted to make you come, and he went about it without mercy.

“Oh gods,” you yelped, reaching down and grabbing his dark hair in your fingers. “Oh my gods, I’m going to come.”

His clever mouth worked you in just the right way, his tongue savouring the taste of you as he took you closer and closer until you arched and came against his tongue. He swallowed and you shuddered, coming in waves as your vision whited out and you arched off the bed.

“That’s it,” he said a moment later as he drew back, his hands still on you. “Gods, you always come so beautifully for me. I’ll never have enough of you. Never,” he said, kissing your trembling thighs and up over your stomach that was still covered in your combined mess.

“I’m yours, Gil,” you whispered, still out of breath and with your heartbeat hammering in your ears. “I’m yours.”

“Let me take you for breakfast tomorrow?” he said, settling down beside you and trailing his fingertips up the centre of your heaving chest.

“Anything.”

“Let me be your boyfriend?” he asked, and he sounded oddly shy about it.

“Always.”

“Gods, we’re idiots,” he laughed. He leaned in and kissed you, but you barely had the brainpower to respond.

“I’m your idiot,” you said between kisses and he laughed.

“Yeah,” he said. “And I’m yours.”

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[melrosing]

JAIME IN THE RIVERLANDS I: Exploring the 'Limits of Redemption'

Or: I HATE YOUR JAIME META AND HERE'S WHY

[Note: So this long fucking post is actually only the intro to what is (I think) a three/four part essay; the other parts are in editing stages at the moment but I figured if I don't post the first part now it'll be a WIP forever. Hopefully the rest will follow relatively soon as I'm literally sitting around with covid rn doing approx. nothing else but whatever watch this space I guess. anyway]

“I want there to be a possibility of redemption for us, because we all do terrible things. We should be able to be forgiven. Because if there is no possibility of redemption, what’s the answer then?” George R. R. Martin (!!!)

‘Redemption’ is broadly considered to be the most significant theme in Jaime Lannister’s narrative, with most arguing that the conclusion of his story must reach one verdict or another in terms of whether he has achieved it. For those that believe he won’t, Jaime’s chapters in AFFC and ADWD are most commonly used as evidence. 

However, Jaime’s Riverlands arc (which I will here distinguish as beginning in Jaime III AFFC, and ending in Jaime I ADWD) is one I think is too often broken down and compartmentalised, with few takes managing to consider it holistically. Scenes are often isolated from their context and from the preceding and succeeding chapters, with fans nonetheless reaching their verdict on Jaime’s broader story based on this limited analysis. So the arguments go, here’s Jaime doing bad things and fighting for the wrong side after all he went through in ASOS: after choosing to change, and then failing to do so. If Jaime truly wanted redemption, why is he still fighting for the Lannister regime? Why are all his efforts for good so pitifully small-scale? 

Here I want to consider this arc not just through isolated scenes, but within the broader narrative of Jaime’s story. For, as with everything else, GRRM is rarely interested in presenting a straightforward story of its type: Jaime’s struggle for redemption in the Riverlands is treated with as much complexity as other arcs in the story, such as Dany’s governance in Meereen, or Jon’s on the Wall. Characters are often trapped by circumstance, forced to compromise or made to contradict their own ideals in an effort to achieve their goals. The result can be ugliness and strife where a reader expects catharsis. In a series with two volumes to go, this is not to say that catharsis won’t come for Jaime’s story, but its delayed arrival has seen fans frequently contrast it with another POV: Theon’s.

Theon is another character for whom redemption is a guiding theme, though his is often favoured above Jaime’s owing to the more straightforward catharsis it affords. When we last see Theon in ADWD, he has fought sizable demons (both internal and otherwise) to escape Winterfell and save Jeyne Poole in the process. From here, a reader anticipates Theon will continue to fight for the right causes, and carve out a new identity separate from that as Balon’s heir, or Ned Stark’s hostage. No reader expects that Theon will turn around in TWOW to return to his old ways, because he has no cause to look back: the work is done, his old trappings gone, and the only direction left to him is forwards into something new.

Theon’s arc begins slightly ahead of Jaime’s, kicking off in the second volume where Jaime’s gathers pace in the third, but even accounting for this variance in pacing, the differences between their two redemption stories are notable. Theon begins the series as a relatively isolated character, estranged from his family and superimposed into one where the patriarch might take his head at any moment. For the most part, it doesn’t seem as though anyone even likes Theon all that much, apart from the mother he has largely forgotten about. It’s unsurprising, then, that over the course of several conflicts in ACOK we see Theon’s ties and allies diminished to practically nothing: he’s abandoned by his own house, becomes an enemy of the Starks, and is kept hostage by the Boltons who view him as a useful piece of dirt. 

Theon is ultimately removed from grander disputes besides as a pawn, too afraid to claim his autonomy for fears of painful consequences from Ramsay. He remembers his wrongs, but feels helpless to atone for them, left instead to ruminate in Winterfell. Theon’s redemption is then pursued through courage and reclamation of identity: a growing irrelevance to the new powers of the plot, his story is to reclaim his name and autonomy in the background, acting not for any house or name, but on his own renewed instincts for right and wrong. No family or political cause is left to rely on him, and so Theon ironically has the freedom to act on a purely individual basis, fighting instead for the single person who does need him now: Jeyne Poole. His act of heroism at the end of ADWD carves a checkpoint viewed by most readers as a decisive move towards redemption.

Jaime’s arc and Theon’s have more in common whilst Jaime is imprisoned by the Bloody Mummers in ASOS, where he too relies largely on instincts and courage, and develops the desire to change through tormented self-reflection. But the crucial difference is the scope each are afforded from here on. As discussed, Theon, on point of reflection, is essentially alone. The only choices he can make are those he makes for himself, and indeed he has nothing to lose but his life, for even his name has been stripped from him. 

This is not so in Jaime’s case. Far from Theon’s reduced existence, halfway through ASOS Jaime has returned to all his old trappings, as well as new positions of power he never asked for. He’s now in a position to make choices that were never his before, whether they concern the makeup of the Kingsguard or the safety of his house, and each choice has a domino effect that can ripple throughout the realm. Indeed, rather than estranged from his family, Jaime is inserted directly into the midst of their affairs - at precisely the time when the threat to their house proves existential. This is not a character who can look only to his own personal hopes, ambitions and wellbeing for guidance - rather, this is someone in a prime seat of governance. Ironically, this sees Jaime’s  personal autonomy greatly diminished as a result.

Not all of this is new, of course. Jaime has been born with stakes in these institutions - or acquired them at 15, in the case of the Kingsguard. The fate of House Lannister has always mattered to Jaime because the Lannisters are his own family, and owing to the precarious position Tywin has left them in, that same family are now in mortal danger. Plenty of words are shed amongst the Lannisters on the importance of maintaining Tywin’s legacy in keeping the security of their House, and unfortunately, Jaime has inherited this legacy at precisely the time he has hoped to escape it. Though he emerges from ASOS with personal ambitions to rescue Sansa, become a knight like Brienne, reclaim his fatherhood to his children and restore peace in the realm, what he wants has to be balanced alongside the security of the Lannisters collectively, and the delicate regency that sustains them.

As Ned tells Cersei as early as AGOT, there is no safe escape for House Lannister now: Robert would’ve hounded them to the ends of the world if he knew the truth, and certainly by AFFC both highborn and smallfolk alike long for their downfall. It is here that Jaime finds himself upon his return to King’s Landing. So from ASOS onwards, we see Jaime attempting to continue the arc he began with Brienne, and struggling to do so within the confines of his new elevated roles, risking undermining his family even as they undermine him at every turn. What deeds he does manage, such as instigating rescues for both Tyrion and Sansa, need to be done covertly, whilst everything he does in the public sphere is subject to Cersei’s whims. 

By Jaime III AFFC, Cersei declares that Jaime’s role now is to restore peace in the Riverlands (that is, to quash the Tullys), and Jaime, reluctantly, gathers his men and goes. So begins a balancing act between his private ambition and public persona, where he knows the slightest misstep might be the downfall of his family. 

(Of course, the grim truth is that the fate of House Lannister was sealed by Tywin long ago.)

JAIME AND THE LANNISTER LEGACY

As mentioned, readers often simplify all this to argue that Jaime is simply fighting for ‘the Lannister regime’ in AFFC; that he is flying the colours for his family because that’s the easier thing to do than pursue redemption and the greater good. I’d disagree. 

Firstly, we should note that Jaime has always had a healthy disregard for Lannister rhetoric and his father’s view of the world. This is not to say Jaime is not aware of the power his name holds, and that like his brother Tyrion, he won’t use it occasionally as a crutch, performance or excuse:

"White is for Starks. I'll drink red like a good Lannister." [JAIME V, ASOS]

"If you know me, Urswyck, you know you'll have your reward. A Lannister always pays his debts.” [JAIME III, ASOS]

He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard; no sellsword would make him scream. [JAIME III, ASOS]

That would show the realm that the Lannisters are above their laws, like gods and Targaryens. [JAIME III, ASOS]

“The Father Above has more time than I do. Do you know who I am?" [JAIME IV, AFFC]

And to say the least, Jaime is no stranger to a gold plate armour. Simply put, this is a character quite capable of talking the talk and walking the walk when it suits him, but his broader POV shows one far more sceptical than Tywin or Cersei. 

To start with, Jaime actually shirked his lead role in House Lannister at fifteen, giving up Casterly Rock and the propagation of his house for the promise of his sister’s love. He declines Tywin’s offer to restore him to this position in ASOS (even despite his disillusionment with Cersei) and immediately sets about undermining both his father and sister by rescuing Tyrion and Sansa. Jaime has also from a young age rejected Tywin’s diatribes on his brother, spending his life regretting the one instance he aligned himself to them (see: Tysha). As a young Kingsguard he does not advocate allowing Tywin into the city, even knowing his father would win decisively, does not join his father at the last minute either - and in fact did not even raise Tywin as King given ample opportunity:

"Shall I proclaim a new king as well?" Crakehall asked, and Jaime read the question plain: Shall it be your father [...]?”

[...]"Proclaim who you bloody well like," he told Crakehall. Then he climbed the Iron Throne and seated himself with his sword across his knees, to see who would come to claim the kingdom. [JAIME II, ASOS]

At this crucial moment, Jaime adopts a neutral stance, leaving the politicking to other men - and this is a stance that comes to define him up to AGOT: given all he has seen, Jaime no longer has faith in the rights of Kings nor the honour of good men, and so retreats inward where the only rules are his own. Ultimately Jaime’s natural inclination is to stand as an individual: for his own values, rather than as a representative for his house or any institution. 

And his general disdain for his father’s doings and teachings is seen everywhere in his POV - or occasionally, by omission. Whilst Cersei and even Tyrion frequently reflect on Tywin’s methodry and lessons, Jaime, the key subject of those lessons, seldom considers them - except with resentment or reluctance:

"Father," he told the corpse, "it was you who told me that tears were a mark of weakness in a man, so you cannot expect that I should cry for you." [JAIME I, AFFC]

Indeed, in much of AFFC we see Jaime wandering the Riverlands, disturbed by the ruins his father’s campaigns have left behind. This is a character reiterated throughout his POV as one who runs on passion: he entered the war for Cersei and Tyrion, albeit recklessly and in the midst of a conflict of his own making. Meanwhile, Tywin’s work is cold-blooded, calculated and brutal, and reminds Jaime of his enemies rather than his allies. 

In fact, the only aspect of House Lannister that Jaime seems especially concerned with seem to be his loved ones within it. In the beginning this appears largely limited to Cersei and Tyrion, the two he asks after when seeking news from Catelyn. News of a distant uncle and his losses at war are dismissed out of hand, and Tywin himself is asked after as essentially an afterthought:

"It's Cersei and Tyrion who concern me. As well as my lord father." [CATELYN VII, ACOK]

Later, of course, we encounter family like Genna and Daven representing Jaime's broader emotional stakes within his house, and his growing cares for his children make him more intent on its survival. But his remote affection (or entire lack of it) for his own father never seems to waver.

When Tywin does die, we see Jaime holding vigil beside his corpse out of a sense of obligation as Tywin’s son, but after spending much of it scowling at Tywin’s corpse and thinking ill of him, he abandons the vigil early to chase after a distraught Tommen. In the same scene, we even see Jaime attempting to counsel his son differently to how his father did him: where Tywin taught Jaime a man does not cry and should never show weakness, Jaime does not ridicule his son’s distress (as Cersei notably does), but tries to offer him support (albeit with only a sad coping mechanism of his own):

"A man can bear most anything, if he must," Jaime told his son. I have smelled a man roasting, as King Aerys cooked him in his own armour. "The world is full of horrors, Tommen. You can fight them, or laugh at them, or look without seeing . . . go away inside." [JAIME I, AFFC]

In short, Jaime has no apparent interest in upholding his father’s teachings or values, and all signs point to a man who hopes to raise his son differently, to undo cycles of tyranny, and to begin anew. This is all sadly compounded by the inheritance Tywin has left behind.

TYWIN'S LEGACY

Jaime’s nobler intentions unfortunately have little place for manoeuvre in the preservation of House Lannister. In fact, the family are essentially left with two options: they can sustain the 'Lannister regime', or they can vanish completely - and the latter isn’t altogether realistic for the most famous family in Westeros, in a narrative that always strives to be.

So for the Lannisters to maintain their security, they are left with largely the former - maintaining the outward appearance of power that Tywin has fostered for his house. The trouble is that maintaining that appearance, when it was previously sustained by the severity of the actions one man was willing to take.

Since he rose to the head of his family, Tywin has ruled by fear: he has made enemies of powerful people, false friends of others, and they only cower because of the ultimate threat that Tywin has showed more than once that he can act upon - given cause, he will demolish a house completely. Tywin’s method essentially runs opposite to his father’s: where Tytos offered lenience, Tywin determines to offer none: you are with him, or you are nothing.

Whilst this has been effective in removing smaller targets such as the Reynes and Tarbecks, it has done outsized damage in ruining the good faith and trust that others might have in House Lannister: certainly a Lannister will pay his debts, but what it takes to accrue one is the fear that Tywin rules with.

Tywin’s demolition method was attempted on House Stark in ASOS, and by AFFC, it may seem to have been successful on the surface level. The northern forces are in pieces, the Lannisters are allied to the Tyrells, and there is a new Lannister king on the throne. The threats from overseas seem vague and obscure, and Tommen holds tomorrow. 

But of course, this is not actually the case. Sansa is not dead, nor Arya, nor Bran and Rickon. They’ve survived through their parents’ memory and teachings, and their father’s vassals are already conspiring the Starks’ return to the north. It goes without saying that the power of Winterfell is sustained through security and loyalty, not fear, and that fear is infinitely more fragile, with a great deal more work required in sustaining it. 

Of course, Tywin's reasons for ruling with fear are, despite his pretences, rooted in his own feelings of inadequacy rather than political practicality: this is a man who has grown up feeling humiliated and undermined by his own father, and is desperate to regain the power and respect he believes he's entitled to - by any means necessary. Still, such is the state of the legacy he leaves behind for his own son: an unsustainable campaign of fear, with no-one left to uphold it:

Tywin was big even when he was little." She gave a sigh. "Who will protect us now?"

Jaime kissed her cheek. "He left a son."

"Aye, he did. That is what I fear the most, in truth."

That was a queer remark. "Why should you fear?"

"Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak . . . but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you." [JAIME V, AFFC]

Ironically, what is here identified by Genna as a weakness of Jaime’s is really a weakness of Tywin’s. He has an heir who might have carried the torch forward for House Lannister, might just have managed to build enough bridges for whichever Lannister came next… but Tywin’s view of the world is such that that heir is an abused, embittered man more interested in their downfall. The force that might have once sustained them will now be turned against them as Tyrion joins with Daenerys Targaryen - and regardless, whatever progress and good faith Tyrion fostered for House Lannister in ACOK was quickly undone by Tywin in ASOS with the Red Wedding.

So what’s left is only a hopeless, toxic mess: House Lannister has no true friends and no true allies. They have only a host of enemies, small and large, who desire the utter demolition of a house that sought the same of others. And the man left to carry the torch is one without conviction in anything it stands for.

Nonetheless, the torch still rests with Jaime, with the stakes high as they’ve ever been for he and his loved ones. In AFFC, GRRM shows Jaime attempting a performance as Tywin’s heir, all whilst giving away vital ground, leading without conviction and resenting his role. By the end of ADWD, Jaime will have all but abandoned the Lannister cause for the pursuit of redemption, and the collapse of his house will enter overdrive.

[PART TWO: Bluffs, Bargaining & Baby Trebuchets - Why Jaime Can't Win in the Riverlands]

#jaime lannister #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #long post #this is probably preaching to the choir for most of my followers but I think like #at this point I've read too many riverlands essays that I feel miss the point entirely so might as well make my own

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Computerfriend by Kit Riemer

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Play the game (or its alternate version) See other reviews of the game See other games by Kit or follow @adz

============= Synopsis

The year is 1999. The place is Godfield, Louisiana: the tech capital of the world, where the sky bleeds acid and the mud boils in the bayou. It’s time for your state-mandated digital therapy.

============= Other Info

Computerfriend is a Twine (SugarCube) interactive game, submitted to the 2022 Edition of the SpringThing. I playtested this game.

Status: Completed Genre: Sci-Fi, Cyberpunk

CW: suicide, violence, consent violation, bodily fluids, animated content Note: the animation can be toggled off. Also drastic change of colour between passages.

============= Playthrough

First Played: March 2022 Last Played: 30-May-2023 Playtime: around 20min (one ending) - 1h+ (another ending) Rating: 5 /5 Thoughts: Therapy: Hardcore mode.

============= Review

Computerfriend is a nihilistic take on a future/past, where everyone is miserable and somehow still living through a more-than-poluted world devoid of community sense and safety nets. Following an unnamed incident, you are required to follow therapy sessions via a AI program on your computer, the eponymous Computerfriend(.exe). However, this program is not... what you'd expect of therapy.

Spoilers ahead. It is recommended to play the game first. The review is based on my understanding/reading of the story.

Computerfriend was my introduction to Kit's world, randomly answering a call to playtest it ahead of the SpringThing 2022. I remember it being very confusing and trippy and gross, and yet I did not want/could not to look away. I devoured that game, and played again and again until I had found all endings*. *Ok, I'll come clean, I cheated for a few. I opened the file on Twine and looked up how to get there.

Coming back to the game felt like swimming in a strange but comforting acid pit*, and talking to computerfriend.exe felt like talking to an old toxic friend you are not quite sure whether they mean good or harm. Needless to say, I was like a kid in a bath, refusing to leave. *dw I've never really done that.

Not going to lie, this game is very strange. And it has been stuck in my mind for over a year now. It has marked me in ways I'm still discovering today. Even if it is not supposed to be beautiful, with its blinding change of colours or its eye-printing fonts or the literal ugliness of the setting, there is still charm in the harshness of the visual. Even if it is not supposed to be cathartic, each story run left me strangely satisfied and [at peace / terrified / confused / angry / revolted]. Even if it was incredibly bleak and borderline fatalistic, with an unliveable world devoid of nature and cows that can lay eggs, there is still shreds of hope in there that survival is still possible, maybe for a bit longer.

In its indulgence in all that is considered bad, the game manages to be so incredibly good.

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Honestly, I could stop here and be satisfied. This ruly incapsulate all my feelings about the game. But because I am greedy, here's below some randomly organised thoughts about the game. This is just because I want to talk about the AI program and could not find a better transition.

While the story is supposed to be about your recovery, the main show revolved around computerfriend.exe, your at-home therapist AI, which still needs a bit of tweaking before it can help you get back on track. At first, it seems the AI does not truly listen to you, as it goes down a checklist as if to fill in a form (to try to understand you) - the dissonance between your answers to questions and its responses is very staggering (for lack of better word). As you progress down the "recovery" path, the AI will propose different treatments, going from strange to terrifying to injecting yourself with drugs. If you refuse or don't find the treatment useful, it will pressure you to continue. Even saying NO is a painstaking process (and the first time, it is even ignored).

computerfriend.exe can truly be awful, but it remarkably funny. When it first assesses you, it does not just look up your location or how the weather is, but also finding the contacts to the nearest first respondent and pollen level (am i supposed to have hay fever?). This might be the bleakness of the game affecting me, but I still chuckle at it. Same after you close the application and try to reopen it, it will tell you to butt off because it is busy. It even gives you homework, actions to essentially distract yourself until the next session (and the options are delightful).

Some more random stuff, but less long:

starting with the 5 See, 4 Touch, 3 Hear, 2 Smell, 1 Taste calming method was brilliant, especially because it makes the situation all the more dire and tense.

The fucking computer visuals were so dope, especially that 90s webpage with the gifs everywhere, the weirdass adds, and the clashing colours. The news headline killed me.

transgender_foucault is an amazing username (especially having studied the work of foucault)

the world is so fucked up you can eat a kebab made of human flesh (just some cells mutating to make meat). Is that the future awaiting us?

#computerfriend #Kit Riemer #complete #interactive fiction #review #twine game #2022 #sci-fi #cyberpunk

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4*TOWN Giving and Receiving Small Acts of Love

Gen ;; Fluff - Headcanons

Warnings ;; Sickeningly fluffy,, you may throw up + Swearing :/

Proofread + edited ;; Nope lol

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 1 OF THE 4TOWN ADVENT CALENDAR !! Every day leading up to Christmas you will be getting some sweet sweet 4town content from moi !!

You all wanted it, you went for it and baby you got it !! :D This has been running around my head for a while so I'm glad I finally get to share lol

Enjoy !! <3

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Aaron T - Master of Laughter

T's love language is quality time and physical touch

He feels all bubbly when he knows your undivided attention is on him

You showing interest in and listening to what he has to say ?? Blushing so hard his face might explode

You actively asking him about his passions and hobbies and offering to do those things with him ?? Mans is passing out from cardiac arrest lmao

There is truly no time T is happier than when he's hanging out with you and your friendship groups combined

Speaking of friends, T tries so hard to impress your friends

He wants so badly to be accepted by everyone in your life

You've told him multiple times that he doesn't need their permission but he's said if they're important to you then it's important to him that they like him

T wants to be the best for you

You definitely melted when he went on a whole speech about that lol

T likes doing mundane tasks with you

Like,, doing the dishes

If T's the one washing the dishes he'll try to get through as many as possible as quickly as he can so he can poke fun at you for being slow

And if he's drying he'll pat the object once, put it on the rack and then stand staring you once again calling you slow

Tell T to do a better job and he'll tell you to show him how

He'll stand behind you, hands covering yours as you wash or dry the plates, cups and cutlery together

Or he'll start a water fight

Either way it's never boring between the two of you

T will make you laugh so hard you double over during the most boring of chores

Speaking of,,

Man is so obsessed with your laughter

He loves every giggle, every shriek, every snort and cackle, ugly or cute, beautiful or ear piercing

There's rarely a serious moment with T

He's too focused on making you smile

Seeing you smile and laugh and generally just light up encourages T in a way he never had before

Like,, you two will be cuddling realises his craving for your unbridled laughter

So out of fucking nowhere he'll spout the most random shit

"You ever seen a shaved husky before? Shits wild, man..."

(PLEASE NEVE SHAVE YOUR HUSKY ITS SO BAD FOR THEM OML THEY DO BE LOOKING FUNNY AF BUT STILL)

And of course he'll make a big thing of showing you with the most dramatic overreactions anyone's ever seen

But it didn't start out like this

T realised the random comments at the weirdest of times got you to laugh during another cuddle session

You two had been sharing some kisses (spicy, I know) when he pulled away with the most confused and lose expression you'd ever seen on him

"Are you alright? Is something the matter?"

A pause

"Are narwhals to unicorns what mermaids are to humans?"

...

ADSFRHDHJDTE WHAT ??

You can't help but burst out laughing because wtf ?????

And the worst part ??

You didn't have an answer

So the two of you spent the rest of the night on google as if that would provide answers to a question ABOUT FANTASY CREATURES (excluding nawhals and humans)

At one point T gave up and decided Bing and then Yahoo was the way to go 💀

After that day T purposely started interrupting things and spouting random shit just to see you giggle

And it works

Every

Fucking

Time

You'd be mad about him interrupting if he didn't light up every time he saw you crack even the smallest smile

But as well as spending time with you T loves it when you touch him

A brush of fingers, a peck on the cheek, a hair ruffle...

Speaking of hair ruffling, T loves it when you play with his curls

Literally just reaching a hand out to touch his head has T melting

T is literally a cat with a case of zoomies on crack and the only way to tame him is head scratches-

And just casually running a hand through his hair ??

Knees ?? Buckled

Hands ?? Shaking

Mind ?? Melting

Hotel ?? Trivago

Overall T is a very sweet lover, always looking for your laughter and small smiles alike and hey he happens to receive a couple scalp massages for his troubles he wouldn't be complaining...

Jesse - Thoughtful King

Jesse's love language is gift giving and physical touch

One thing about Jesse's gifts is that they're either expertly handmade or ridiculously expensive

In his mind you deserve something that's had lots of effort put into it

If he can't make something for you, whether he's busy or art blocked or he's just not proud of the piece, then he's spending his money on something that's equal to the amount of effort he would've put into your gift himself

Sweet ass motherfucker istg

Worst part is Jesse wasn't even trying to be romantic when he was explaining this to you

Simply factual and nonchalant as if he wasn't giving you the biggest compliment you'd ever heard

And still you couldn't help getting unbelievably flustered as he explained his gift giving ideology

And he caught on and immediately started teasing you

Fucking bitch

Not every gift he gives you will be big

Not every gift will break the bank

(metaphorically because Jesse = rich)

But he will put so much thought into everything he gives you

Every flower, every pendant, every chocolate and every item of clothing

Every gift he even considers giving you goes through heavy thought processes

What's the price tag ??

How much effort was put into it ??

Will you use it/wear it ??

Does it suit you ??

And most importantly: will you love it ??

Because at the end of the day, price tag, the effort and usability doesn't matter if you don't love his gift

You could use it everyday but if it doesn't bring you joy then what's the point ??

Jesse has little post-it notes of all your favourite things

I think he started out with just a spare sheet of paper but there was so much he wanted to write and then so many gift ideas that he had to extend the page

So now he has a sticky note disaster on his scrap paper, bullet point list

You know what Jesse loves getting in return for his gifts (not that he'd ever expect anything in return but yknow)

Kisses

Cheek kisses, forehead kisses, proper kisses, any kiss he can steal from you he will

If his kids ask about whatever he's making you followed by the inevitable "Why?" that drives every parent insane Jesse will simply reply "The kiss tax." and then never explain

Joking, of course he explain but only after thorough playful nagging from his kids

The "kiss tax" means that for every gift Jesse gives you, you have to give him a kiss

AND HIS KIDS STARTED DOING THE SAME FUCKING THING

Holy shit it was so cute

His youngest made you a really cute bracelet and then stood there staring at you as you put it on

After a weird staring contest they blurt out "Kiss tax." and start making grabby hands at you

It's pretty easy to put together what's going on and what they mean knowing Jesse

And well, who are you to deny their adorable request ??

So you pick them up, balancing them on your hip, and place a gentle kiss on their forehead

...and then their cheek

...and then all over their face because duh

Jesse walks into the room and finds his youngest giggling up a storm as you pepper their face with kisses

He nearly dies on the spot, I won't lie to you

Ever since then his kids have started to expect a kiss or hug from you, whichever they prefer at the time, whenever they give you a gift

And you notice their gift giving, a trait they obviously got from their dad, increases

Hmmmmm,, what a coincidence huh ??

Jesse also enjoys long, tight hugs where you sway from side to side and stay there for as long as possible

Speaking of, he gives the best hugs no questions asked

A group huddle with you and his kids ?? Jesse couldn't be happier

Overall Jesse is a very charming lover who will always have a soft spot for you and his kids (especially if the two are combined)

Aaron Z - Flustered Flirt

Z's love language is quality time and acts of service

Z will always make time for you

You call in the middle of training ?? Sorry guys, gotta take this call

You want to show him something cool ?? Come right in. What ?? Working on something ?? No, Z's completely free right now...

You want to eat together ?? Lunch is already prepared, darling

And along similar lines, Z will do anything you ask of him (within reason, of course)

We all know how much Z despises social events

Too many people

Too crowded

It gets way too loud

And hot

And sweaty

And Z would rather just cuddle up with you back home

Or if he's feeling dramatic he may prefer to jump into a viper pit

Spice it up a little

But if you asked him to, Z would go anywhere

Social events are more bearable when you're by his side

Whenever he starts to feel drained and uncomfy, just one glance at you fuels him for another couple of minutes

The quicker Z gets through this, the quicker he'll have you in his arms, wrapped up in blankets in bed

And hey, if Z is feeling particularly drained he'll tuck his face into your neck and hide away from the world for a while

Once he starts to get his energy back up he'll playfully blow on your neck as you're talking to distract you

But there's always a way for you to get him back because there's more than a couple sure fire ways to fluster him beyond belief

For example,,

Exist

That'll get Z every time, zero chance of failure

Or even mentioning the fact you even slightly tolerate his presence

And if you say anything more than tolerate,, perhaps like ??

Mans is a flushed, boneless puddle at your feet

He'll definitely hide his face in your neck after that !!

4town obviously has many promotional events alongside their normal concerts and meets and whatnot

Go to any of those and Z falls for you all over again

It makes him unbelievably happy and proud when he sees you rooting for him

Just knowing that no matter what direction the band takes that you'll be there for him means the world

Z truly loves you and you rooting for him gives him the confidence to be proud of himself

Another thing Z loves to do is little chores that you could do but dont want to

Like,, no one wants to empty the dish washer

Literally no one

But Z knows how much you hate doing it so he goes out of his way to empty it every morning before going to the studio so you don't have to

What a sweetheart honestly-

If you're struggling with work Z will try his best to help

Like,, he'll have no fucking clue what he's doing but he'll try his best

Honestly you spend more time giggling at Z and swooning than you do actually getting any work done

Don't tell him he's distracting you more than he's helping you,, he will be distraught !!

I feel like Z is a little self concious

One thing that comes to mind more than anything else is his height

Mans towers over most people and its like he can never hide

Z hates the feeling of unwanted eyes being on him

It's a love-hate relationship tbh

Hate being the more prominent feeling

So alongside mentioning even tolerating his existence,, if you tell him a reason why you love him for every inch that contributes to his height (punctuated with a kiss of course) he will simple evaporate

When I tell you that you'll be able to feel the heat rolling off this boy in waves

Overall Z is a bashful sweetheart who tries his best to step out of his comfort zone to be with you whenever he can

Robaire - Charmer in 2 Languages

Robaire's love language is words of affirmation and physical touch

The physical touch is strong in this one,, let me tell you

Robaire gets stressed way too much

Being the leader of the band does that to a guy

So 9 times out of 10 Ro's very tense

One way you're able to get him to wind down is playing back tracing games

Truly the most relaxing thing to exist fr

Wherever your fingertips explore the muscles underneath begin to relax

Soon enough you'll have a puddle of Robaire in your lap, blissed out of his mind lmao

Okay okay,, but if yall are actually playing then Robaire is suddenly in this shit to win it

Like,, you were taken aback at first with how serious he would get over these games

Guess the letter ?? Ro's analysing the entire alphabet to match the structure of each letter with what he feels on his back

Guess the number ?? Mans is doing some quadratic formula algebra bullshit to figure out this number

It's literally the number 2

Guess the shape ?? Immediately starts doing the area of a circle off the top of his head

It's probably a triangle

Mans is unbelievably serious about these back tracing games fr

Let's get you some chill Ro ffs

But sometimes Robaire likes to play games of his own by confusing the fuck out of you

Like,, you're just trying to trace a square on his back and he's yelling out shapes that you swear don't even exist

"Circle!"

"No."

"Hexagon!"

"No."

"Decagon!"

"No."

"Double deckahedron!"

"No...?"

"Heptathlon!"

"Are these even shapes..?"

At some point or another you figure out that Robaire's just winding you up

The variety of creative threats you sent his way was almost as wide as the range of his guesses

Ro loves these little moments with you

Being the leader of a world famous boyband is tougher than most would assume so its nice to have a little down time

No matter where Robaire is in the world he knows when he gets back to you he's got lots of relaxation to look forward to

That's what really keeps him going when he wants to quit tbh

Flirting with you in French is another thing Ro loves to do

He loves watching your reactions

Whether you get bashful and embarrassed at certain lines

Whether you fire back with your own that have his face heating up too

Or whether it flies completely over your head and he has to repeat in English

No matter how you respond though,, Ro will cherish it

Robaire collects your reaction like trophies and every time he sees a new one he reacts like a little kid in a sweet shop

He always says that you are the peace in his life, the shelter within the storm..and even if your time together doesn't last as long as he hopes it does, he will continue to cherish you for the rest of his days

So overall Robaire is an absolute charmer of a lover, always looking for ways to make you feel special but more often than not he'll find himself being enchanted by you first

Tae Young - Sanctuary Sharer

Tae Young's love language is gift giving and quality time

I honestly can't remember where I've seen this before but Tae is very very protective of the doves he fosters

Ain't nobody allowed anywhere near them

Even the guys have a hard time getting closer than a metre away from their recovery area

And you can bet there's at least 5 security guards outside at all times

Like I said,, protective

Tae can't bear to think that one of his doves could get hurt again because he let the wrong person near them

It would literally break his heart of gold

So when he lets you near them ??

Literally helps one perch itself on your finger ??

I think it would be a bit of an understatement to say you were shocked

You'd heard all of these stories about Tae literally biting people to stop them from touching his doves and he just ?? gave one ?? to you ??

But once you get over your shock you fall in love with the dove on your finger,, Maple

You start to stroke his head and can't hold back your smile when he starts making little bird noises

Holy fuck,, this is the best thing you've ever done in your life

Forget that one time you nearly did the splits,, this is your new greatest achievement in life !!

Maple is your new favourite being,, just look at his little face !!

Your so wrapped up in the little dove perched on your finger that you don't notice Tae practically vibrating a little bit away from you

His hands are clenched and his cheeks are puffed out,, he's almost bouncing with urge to squeeze you in a bear hug and he's ignoring the need to bite you also.. you're just too adorable right now !!

Bro has the worst case of cuteness aggression known to man

To calm himself he grabs your other hand and squeezes it as gently as he can manage and gives you a blinding smile that widens when you return it with your own

Spending time with you and his children doves makes Tae's heart feel full

He's also likes bringing you little gifts in the form of flowers

If Tae sees a random flower (read: weed with petals) he'll pick it for you

He thinks these small flowers are cute and pretty and that's what he think about you !!

Daisies are his most common gift but it really depends on what flowers he sees and which one he thinks you'll like the best

Tae loves gifting you flowers in person

He likes seeing your reactions,, your soft smiles get him through the toughest of days (and Z's relentless dance practice)

But if Tae's busy or feeling extra romantic he'll send a dove to give you the flower

If he has the time he'll be watching from round some corner with the sweetest nervous expression

Tae will never not be nervous when giving you a gift

What if you don't like it ??

What if it's not good enough for you ??

Of course his worries never take place in reality but he's still as nervous as he was when he first started giving you flowers

Every time feel like the first time to Tae.

Overall Tae is an incredibly sweet partner, always waiting for you with a flower in one hand and his heart in the other, ready to give both of them to you

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[kits-shrine]

How I Met Your Mother: Kitsune Edition

Decided to write how Reynard and Tenko came to be~

Enjoy the Ugly Meet Cute Journey that wound up being 7 pages! X'D

Also Picrew images I made of them forever ago and saved but no longer have the link too.

Enjoy!

“Don’t be a fool boy!” A vendor called after the stranger, who just grinned as he straightened his new clothing to better suit the strange region filled with myths and rumors. “Those mountains take people! It’s not safe! There’s something up there.” Of course it was those myths and rumors that had drawn him in the first place, luring him to travel across the globe once more chasing down fairytales.

Reynard threw the man a grin over his shoulder “I truly hope so my friend!” he laughed as he waved at the dumbstruck man and headed out of the little village and towards the mountain. Hopefully towards something fantastic.

~

“Ha!” The man let out a laugh as he once again found himself at the base of the mountain where he’d started after hours of steadfastly uphill. Reynard ran a hand through his dark rust brown hair as he grinned. The thick woods and the foggy wisps that clung between the tree trunks making time and direction meaningless, the setting sun was the only thing he could use to gauge how long he’d been walking this time.

He looked back up at the darkening mountain with a determined grin. “Tomorrow’s another day.” The man murmured to himself before proceeded to make camp at the mountain’s base with a modest campfire and sleep roll.

The growing dark was held back by his little fire. The smell of fish caught from a nearby stream searing over its flames as he wrote the events of the day in his journal by the grace of its light. He felt dozens of inhuman eyes watching him and it delighted him. Out the corner of his eye he saw little furry faces peeking under the brush boldly. “Boo.” He called teasingly making them dart away… and a gust sudden wind blew out his fire and he couldn’t help but feel he had made a miss step.

Closing his journal he fumbled towards the embers in an attempt to rekindle the fire, mildly surprised to find his dinner knocked into the ashes. Cursing he fumbled the pair of fish in an attempt to save them, setting them on a rock before returning to fanning the flames. Just as they leapt back up a rustling caught his attention long enough to watch a couple foxes snatch the fish and run back into the dark woods and another gust once more killed his flames. He sat back up on his heels with a chuckle “I think that’s a sign I need to sleep.” With that he tucked into his bed roll, huddling for warmth in the cold wind without the campfire yet he still had a grin on his face. He was on to something he just knew it.

Far above a much larger set of fox eyes glared balefully down at the man who was attempting invade the mountain.

~

Days went more or less the same for him. He spent his day’s trying to forge his way up the mountain fruitlessly. Sometimes his ventures were short and he found himself back where he started almost immediately then other times he traveled almost the entire day. Reynard had learned to pack proper provisions each time he attempted the journey as when he did he found it impossible to forage or find anything edible whilst he was for lack of a better term lost in the woods.

The nights were a different matter. The first night was merely an amuse-bouche to the main course that was the series of bad luck he had at camp. Fires dying out instantly or refusing to light at all. Foraging slowly grew harder and harder.

Gradually it got worst, it went from unwelcome to outright aggressive. One night his bed roll disappeared. Couple days later it returned… torn to shreds. Unseen briars started to catch at his clothes and skin tearing at both. Rocks and fallen branches tripped him more than once, almost snatching at his ankles cruelly.

But he wasn’t deterred. If anything it only made him more determined. His voiced echoed in the trees throughout the days. “I mean no harm.” “Hello?” “Lovely day isn’t it?” “…I really liked that blanket you know.” But silence was his only answer.

~

The rivers waters ran cold over his scratch riddled legs as he waded on the streams edge. Rain from previous days made the water flow faster and heavier than before, but he needed to check the little makeshift fish trap. “Come on little fishies. Save me a trip to town.” Reynard muttered as he dunked a hand to retrieve the trap. He cursed when it was not only empty but broken.

A now familiar sound of foxy laughter rang out as he straightened. He looked up in amusement to see as usual to see foxes brazenly drawn near. One fox had ventured out on a newly fallen log over the waters edge to hopefully pilfer fish from his basket. “Nothing today.” He chuckled, foul mood already gone. It chattered at him before turning to walk back to shore. A snap and scared yelp filled the air as the branch it ventured on broken beneath it making it fall into the water and get swept downstream.

“Hey!” Reynard yelped before attempting to catch it. The current swept it past him just out of reach and he dove after it. Unlike the panicking fox, he swam with the current instead of against it so he was able to catch up to it quickly. The man grabbed the fox to lift it out of the water, only to find he could no longer touch the creek bed and the water was growing even faster sweeping both he and the distressed fox away.

The breath was knocked out of him as they slammed into some large boulders. Bubbles of air escaped from his mouth as he tried to resurface, sense of direction of up and down addled he couldn’t find his way to the world above. Still he tried. He saw light over head and extended his arm and the fox towards it even as his vision started to darken. A loud splash echoed over the roaring waters and suddenly something large and sharp grabbed his arm. Suddenly he was flung out of the water onto the shore coughing out lung fulls of water.

The fox in his hand wiggled itself free to do the same. “T-thank you.” Reynard wheezed looking for his savior. His breath caught in his chest, not from the water but from the magnificent sight before him. A fox larger than any wolf he had ever seen stood before him with steam rising off its golden white fur, multiple tails swaying behind it.

Silver blue eyes looked at him as the beast walked closer… and a powerful feminine voice rang through his head disdainfully ‘I did not do it to help you, human.’ Her snout came down to nudge the sopping wet fox. It chittered weakly letting out a sigh of relief as steam soon came off its body as well as its fur got dry and fluffy.

“Well… thank you anyway.” Reynard chuckled finally finding his tongue, gingerly sitting up much to the giant fox’s clear displeasure. She stared at him ‘Why? Why did you risk your life to do this?’ He shrugged “It was the right thing to do. I’d want someone to help me if I was in trouble.” The man grinned “For which again I am grateful that you did.”

She snorted shaking her fur protesting again ‘I did not do it for you.’ Her teeth pulled over her very large teeth as she lowered her head level with his face ‘Leave my mountain. Your kind isn’t welcome here.’

Reynard held up his hands beseechingly “Please… my lady fox, I come in peace. I bear no ill will or intent to you or your mountain. I am merely a seeker of adventure and the fantastic. I do not know what humans did to grieve you but I would dearly love to know you and your kind.”

He felt he’d gone too far as her ears flattened and she bite the air next to his head ‘Leave!’ She snarled before her large form disappeared into mist, the foxes all gone.

The man sat knelt on the ground as only the sound of the river filled the air before he let out a joyful woop and threw himself onto his back with a laugh. “I knew it!” Reynard laughed looking up at the sky with his heart bounding, uncaring of the shivering cold and the bruises and nicks littering his body. He was right. Magical creatures did exist!

~

After that he had had to make the trek back to the nearby village. His appearance did cause quite a stir with the villagers. They whispered about the mad foreigner when he cheerfully told them of his plans to return to the mountain once he’d gotten new supplies. He didn’t share his tales with them just yet. Not willing to share them just yet given the already stressed nature his presence caused to the protector of the mountain he didn’t want to call more attention to himself or it. His journal was riddled with documenting the story of their encounter and sketches of the giant fox creature.

Supplies in hand he headed back out the same day with a smile on his lips and a song in his heart. Once more into the fray.

~

Disappointment grew with each passing day of silence. Reynard frowned as he stared up into the woods. At first he’d been happy that his new camp wasn’t torn apart and his fires untouched… but it was paired with absolutely nothing else happening. No foxes. No hidden logs and rocks. Were it not for the fact he couldn’t climb the mountain still he would have thought it was a normal mountain. Even those attempts had dulled. No more long trips that lead nowhere, only suddenly finding himself returned over and over to his campsite. “I know you’re there! I can feel you watching me!” he called out loudly. He held his breath hopefully straining to hear something… anything. Only to let it out in a long sigh of disappointment as he was answered with only deafening silence. Giving up Reynard curled up on his bed roll to sleep for the night… only to wake to find a heavy paw on his chest.

‘I told you to leave my mountain.’ The fox growled. Despite the situation he was in the man grinned happily up at her “I know. And I’m sorry but I couldn’t stay away.” Claws and weight pressed into him harder unamused. “Ok, ok, ok. I understand but I mean it. But hear me out. Please!” he wheezed. She cocked her head but didn’t remove her paw ‘I’m listening…’ her claws flexed against him and he knew that if he answered wrong it might be the last thing he did.

“My only desire is to learn more of the world. I knew the fables and myths we hear are rooted in truth.” She snorted ‘Even if it gets you killed? Did it not occur to you that perhaps we don’t want to be found?’ His hand came up to hold her paw with no small amount of wonder etched on his face “Some things are worth the risk. This is definitely one of them.”

The large fox pulled back her paw none too gently ‘Foolish human.’

“Reynard.” He corrected as he sat up slowly.

Large ears twitched as sharp eyes flicked towards him ‘What?’

The man smiled cheekily from his grassy seat “My name is Reynard. Not human.” he eyed her as her many tails swished behind her, doing what he did best and forging forward fearlessly “Can I know your name too? Or shall I stick to Lady Fox?”

It was hard to tell in the moonlight but he swore he almost saw and amused look on her foxy muzzle as she turned to walk away ‘I do not care what you call me so long as you leave my mountain… human.’ He had to muffle a snort at her stubborn tone watching in fascination as she once again vanished from sight.

~

The following days progressed more or less the same. The days would be pretty dull though some of the foxes had returned to watch him. Nights were a different matter. At some point she would come to tell him to leave. Sometimes before he fell asleep and other times it would be when he’d wake up in the middle of the night to her presence. She didn’t pin him anymore, but he could feel her eyes on him even in his sleep. Every night he would try to speak with her, but after her warning she would leave.

One night he woke just before the dawn, but instead of her eyes on him they were turned to the pinking horizon watching the sun rise laying with her front paws crossed delicately in front of her. Reynard stayed his tongue, content to just watch her fur light up with the light of day. Eventually her eyes slid back towards him only to widen on surprise ‘You’re awake…’

“And you’re beautiful.” He shot back as a knee jerk remark smiling when she let out a laugh “What? I just thought we were stating the obvious.” Reynard’s smile faded as she moved to stand sitting up quickly “Wait, wait, wait, don’t go. You’re enjoying the sunrise right? I can be quiet.”

Her head tilted ‘Somehow I greatly doubt that.’ But her feet settled back in place just the same pointedly turning her head to the ever brightening sky and they sat in peaceful silence until the day had truly begun. He wasn’t surprised when she rose, disappointed but not surprised. “Farewell Lady Fox. I hope you have a good day.” She cast him a look over her shoulder before disappearing into the woods without her customary message to leave her mountain and he grinned.

~

“Ok I’m not leaving for good but if I’m going to survive out here long term I need more than just a sleeping sack.” Reynard called to the woods as he stored said bag safely in a hollow tree. “I’ll be back soon.” His promise lingered in the air as he waited, hoping for an answer from more than just the chittering foxes that had come to be around the man almost fearlessly. Reynard chuckled lowly once more disappointed but not surprised has he had many times in the last few weeks.

Smiling he hefted his now significantly lighter pack and headed into town. His appearance once more set whispers ablaze in the village. No one had ventured out to the mountain side as much as he, let alone stay there. But the foreigner was chipper and happy to give his remaining gold on a tent and more winter gear. Reynard smiled and traded some things for little wooden figures he’d carved in the woods, highly detailed animals of all kinds: bears, birds, turtles and of course foxes. Many, many foxes.

Of course both they and he got a surprise when he opened his pack to store his new gear and a fuzzy head popped out. They gasped as he laughed recognizing his river rescue plucking the familiar fox out of the bag “Hey now, what’re you doing little stow away? I was coming back.” He said placing the fox on his shoulders and finished packing his bags to the shock and aw of the on lookers. The fox curled closely around his neck, wary of all the humans but curious none the less.

Acting as though everything was perfectly normal Reynard finished his provision shopping and made his way out of the village. He’d barely made it out of the village when there was a fox suddenly sitting in the middle of his path. It was very different in appearance from the large fox that had repeatedly tried scare him from the mountain. By every other persons eyes it was just a pretty golden hued fox, creamy chest and flecks of brown in the ears and tail. But he’d know those eyes anywhere. “Worried I wasn’t coming back?” he teased grinning at the bland flick of her tail. ‘Hardly.’ She looked pointedly to the young one on his shoulders. She fell in step with him as he continued up the path and she mentally chided his stowaway.

Reynard glanced down as her surprisingly small (at least compared to her other form) self, “Would you like a ride? I have two shoulders you know.” The little fox on his shoulder made a laughing chitter moving to fully rest on one shoulder, daring her to take the other perch. Icy blue eyes narrowed before leaping up effortlessly to match with kit on the other side. ‘This means nothing.’ She declared as he grinned “Of course not Lady Fox. Merely a little walk.”

~

Weeks had past and he lay in his tent shivering curled up in his blankets trying to find sleep that was not coming easy. Were it not for the rain outside he would have huddled next to a warm fire. The wind blew shaking his tent and he opened his eyes in the dark enclosed space sensing he wasn’t alone anymore. ‘You shouldn’t be here.’

“N-no where else I-I rather be.” The chattering of his teeth broke the glibness of his voice. “Besides I-I know you like me here.”

‘Snow is coming. You will freeze.’ The fox’s voice continued frustrated in the dark. Was that a worried note he heard?

Reynard chuckled curling up tighter “I-I’m tougher than I look, Lady Fox. Besides-“ he cut her protest off “-even if I-I wanted to leave, t-there’s no way I could make it to the village t-this late in the rain. I would freeze f-for sure. D-don’t worry. I-I’ll be fine.”

There was a low grow in the dark that grew closer and the next thing he knew heavy paws were stepping around him before a large warm furry body laid on top of him ‘Foolish human. This is the last time I will save your life. Tomorrow you will leave this mountain.’  The man was too busy soaking in her warmth to protest and passing out soon as his muscles relaxed.

~

She felt nothing but disbelief when the next day brought not his absence but a new set up of his campsite. Somehow he had situated himself under a rock face, the tent repurposed to protect him the sides not the mountain side but allow him to have a fire within. An opening at the top under the rocks to allow the smoke to flow out but keep snow or rain from coming in. ‘What are you doing?!’ she demanded as he worked on storing what dry or semi dry wood he could find in the alcove he’d made to have within easy reach. Reynard looked up at her with a smile “You were right. I had a poor set up before. I shouldn’t need any more rescuing so you don’t have to worry.”

‘You were supposed to leave Reynard.’ The many tailed vixen stressed looking at him disapprovingly. “You know, it’s still not fair that you know my name but refuse to tell me your own.” His smile faded as she snarled a truly terrifying sound. ‘You will die! From stupidity!’ she paced on the frosty ground steam coming off her as she continued ‘I don’t know why I am surprised. Stupid foolish human!’

“Hey now-“ her teeth clicked as she snapped her maw shut ‘Fine! Freeze. I warned you and I warned you. But you just wouldn’t listen. Idiot!’ with the last word she vanished in a flash of flames. He stared that wide eyed “Well… that was new.” Guilt ate at him a little as his now nearly constant foxy companion joined him. He gave it a crooked smile “Think she’ll forgive me when I make it to spring?” The fox chattered sinking into the warmth of the new cave like tent. “Guess we’ll find out then huh…”

~

It seemed he had really and truly been written off by her. The large fox did not come to him during the days nor the nights to come. The days he ventured out for food or wood were the warmest. He would on occasion still try to scale the mountain side to see if that would goad her into revealing herself again but he only found himself back in the same loops as he had before albeit much shorter ones. He did however slowly get more and more foxes in his tent at night, seeking shelter from the frigid cold. So at least he never got lonely, though he did start to miss actual conversations.

One snowy day he went to forage for food and wood and loud crunching snow had him looking up with a frown catching sight of two men with looking about as shocked to see him as he was them. They had arrows strapped to their back with bows in hand. One had a line of game strung on a rope draped on his back. Reynard’s eyes jumped to the line of rabbits and squirrels there with a little relief before frowning at them. “You’re alive!” one said dumbfounded looking at the foreigner that all were sure had long died.

“I am.” He replied calmly before pointing back towards the village “I think you come out a bit further than you meant to. You should go back.”

They both gave him a look of annoyed superiority “We know the mountains limits better than you do stranger. Some of us have families to feed. Anything this far out is more than fair game.”

Which is what had Reynard worried given many of the foxes had taken to trailing him on his foraging exploits. He gave a respectful nod just the same “I’ll leave you too it then.” His eyes widened as the younger of the two caught sight of a thick furry red coated fox, his friend from the river, and immediately nocked an arrow into his bow “Don’t!”

Everything happened in a blur of movement. It ended with the two villagers fleeing back to their home and a trail of red dotting the snow back to the man’s tent. “Stop… fussing… it’s barely a scratch.” Reynard grimaced pressing a hand to his shoulder where the arrow had lodged itself when he dove in it’s path. His little friend chittering and chattering excitedly at his feet as he stumbled to his small camp fire stoking it back to life and thrusting a pair of knives into it. “Ok fine. It’s a hole not a scratch. But as soon as that’s hot enough, I’ll take out the stick poking me and that’ll close it.” Sweat beaded his brow at the pain willing the metal to turn red before he lost consciousness. Talking to his furry friend helped keep him focused. Soon the metal glowed and he gritted his teeth. Grateful it was on the more fleshy arm part of his shoulder he broke the shaft with a shout and pulled it out quickly. Breath coming in rapidly he wrapped his hand in cloth so he could grab the first knife and press it to the exit of the wound over his shoulder. The fox let out a shriek with his before fleeing the tent. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he dropped the now cooled blade and reaching to the other with a shaking hand. Black was dancing at the edges of his sight but he had to stop the bleeding before he inevitably passed out.

Steeling himself he pressed it to the hole on the front, wailing out as the smell of his burnt skin filled the area. The last thing he heard was the clatter of steel on stone as the knife dropped from his now numb finger tips as he slowly collapsed to the ground.

~

When he woke he was surprised that the rocks felt like giant pillows beneath him. His gray blue eyes cracked open to see wooden rafters over head and not his tent. Reynard cursed under his breath. Not for the pain in his shoulder but that clearly the two idiots must have come back to get him. He had a feeling being indebted to them would not go well for his Lady Fox. “I cannot make up my mind if you are brave or just stupid.” His head whipped up at the sound of a familiar voice even if it sounded different. His mouth moved like a fish’s mouth out of water as he saw not a giant multitailed fox nor even the little golden fox she on occasion became… no instead there was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and icy blue eyes. If the voice wasn’t enough of a tell, her ears and well tails were.

She advanced into the room kneeling to place a hand on his hot forehead. “It’s you!” he babbled as her eyes flicked to meet his. “It is.”

“You can change into a woman?!” he all but yelled in excitement “And disappear into flame! What else? Please, please Lady Fox. Tell this poor stupid idiot more.” Her ears flicked a little in guilt as he used her words and she found it distasteful. He broke her from her thoughts as he clutched at her hands “No wait! Before that, please, your name. I can’t die in peace without knowing your name.”

“You are not going to die.” The vixen immediate chided wiping his brow with a wet cloth before focusing what healing magic she knew into his burnt shoulder with a frown.

Reynard sighed “I know, but I thought it would be my only chance seeing how I’ve forced you to save me once again.” At that she let out a little chuckle “Well I could not let you let you die. Remi would not allow it. He was very upset.” She glanced over at the little fox that was watching him anxiously from the side.

“Remi huh?” Reynard murmured as he reached out with his good hand to scratch Remi’s furry head.

“That is his name yes.” She replied with a pause before adding “And mine is Tenko Miyara.” When he looked at her in surprise she smiled softly “You earned it.”

And the rest…. is a story for another time.

#Tenko #Reynard #my writing #meet cute gone wrong #boy this got bigger than I meant XD #Blood #injuries #warning? #That went from 0-100 fast #haha #my ocs #some monoke vibes up in here #no betas we die like men

[alewritesfics]

Introducing the Sharma sisters

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Sharma Sister!reader

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: kind of edited

"Pst y/n!" I hear someone whisper from behind me as I was making my way down the stairs.I turn around to find Kate beckoning me over.

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"Didi?" I say questioningly.

"Well, I certainly can't say I'm not excited, although the prospect of marriage frightens me, I will surely say I will enjoy going to the balls and experiencing what it is to be a debutant" I say looking ahead towards the clearing.

"Are you up for a morning ride?" She says mischievously, a smile breaks through my face as I walk towards her, searching for any person wandering around the house that could get us in trouble.

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"How do you feel being here?" Kate asks as we ride through this trail we found

"Just know no one is rushing you, don't go with the first gentleman that says something nice, and don't listen to anything everyone else says and most importantly search for love" Kate says looking at me

"Who do you take me for? I care about what the ton thinks of me" I joke chuckling " of course I won't go with the first man that says something pleasant, all I want is to find a man that loves me and whom I love, a love match, just like mother and father"

"I know you, Bon" She says shaking her head "Although you have a strong personality that won't take ugly words from another, you wear your heart on your sleeve and you haven't had that much experience with men, some are despicable, who will say pleasant words to trap you in and once you're in their arms, they reveal themselves truly, only for you to find they are the worst person in the world" anger radiating on her face

"Hey!" I exclaim going after her, I was far behind now, trying to catch up but I had no luck

"Sounds like you've had experience, is there a man back in India, you haven't told me about?" I say teasingly, her face goes emotionless.

"But enough of this matter" She says firmly, ignoring my words "race you to the other side" She then goes faster with her horse, leaving me behind

"Woah there!" I hear as Kate passes someone, me following soon behind

"Misses, are you in trouble?!" I hear the man exclaim as we pass him

We both ignore his words encouraging our horses to go faster, I laugh wholeheartedly as I see the man riding after us. Kate looks back at me as we share a smile humorously, we pass between some bushes and keep riding on the clearing, when I see some shrubbery ahead.

"No, didi!" I exclaim as I see her getting closer to the shrubbery " You know I haven't yet mastered the jump" I see her shrug as I scoff

She jumps over the shrubbery while I tug on the horses reins to stop, the man stopping behind me, Kate looks back at me teasingly while I glare at her, she then turns around to keep going up the path, leaving me alone with the man. I huff turning to look at the man.

"Are you alright?" The man asks " I kept calling after you both but you wouldn't stop"

"Apologies, sir" I say breathing heavily from the ride " we did not mean to cause anyone concern, we were just simply going for a morning ride on this beautiful morning" I smile sheepishly, the man's eyes roaming around my face

"Does your maid know your both riding astride?" He asks with a smile

"We have no maid" I say urging my horse to start walking so I can get back or at least catch up with Kate

"You're both married then?" He says, I look at him with my eyebrows raised

"Not that it is any of your concern but no, I'm afraid I'm just now entering into society, certainly have no husband, as for Kate, well I can't say anything" I say riding ahead of him, he rides after me

"Well, it certainly isn't appropriate for a young lady to be alone, what if some man takes advantage of a pretty lady as yourself?" He says

"Well the only man I have seen so far is you, and I doubt that is your intention, or is it?" I ask him

"You never know" he shrugs "I may have those hidden intentions and maybe I'm just waiting for a more public place so it is more scandalous, who wouldn't like to be caugh in a compromising situation with a lady as yourself" I look at him

"You don't even know me" I scoff, already annoyed with his comments about my looks

I look ahead to see Kate, waiting there, I ride faster to catch up with her, the man following once again.

"I appreciate your attention sir, but I assure you we are perfectly safe, perhaps we can pretend this encounter never took place" I said annoyed "Allow us to go our way and you go yours"

"And where are you heading towards exactly?"

"Mayfair, it is just right ahead" Kate answers once she saw the annoyance cross my face

"Mayfair is not that way" he says looking ahead "it's the other way entirely" he points behind us

As he said so, men started passing through. Kate and I looked at each other worriedly before we turned around and rode the other way.

"Good day sir" I said as we left

"We have not yet been introduced" the man calls after us

"I'm afraid that is not possible, don't want a strange man that could possibly have ill intentions to know my name, you know, in fear of him knowing whom he is taking advantage of" I call back chuckling

We enter the house we are currently living at after we tidied up a bit, we walked until we got to the drawing room where Mama, Edwin and Lady Danbury were waiting at.

"apologies" Kate said as we entered the drawing room

"I do hope you weren't waiting long" I smiled kindly at Lady Danbury"The gardens here are so lovely"

"After such a lengthy journey, we wanted some fresh morning air, but uh- we are here now" Kate continued, hiding the dirty part of her dress

"My other 2 daughters, Lady Danbury, Miss Kate and Y/n Sharma" Mama introduced us as we bowed our heads as a greeting

"Well now that we've all arrived-" Lady Danbury started to say

"Almost" Kate cuts her off, Lady Danbury turns to look at her confused

"I beg your pardon"

"We have almost all arrived, there is also Newton" Kate smiles at her

"Is he still upstairs?" Lady Danbury turns to look at Mama, who chuckles softly

"Yes" Lady Danbury exclaims " I have appropriated a conservatory for this year's festivities "

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"Mama tells us you host the first ball of every season, Lady Danbury" Edwina says starting a conversation with Lady Danbury, who is currently intensely staring at Newton, who is sitting on Kate's lap

"Do you hear that?" Kate says looking at both Edwina and I

"Well, that sounds delightful" I said cheerfully

"It will make for a most spectacular entrance to society indeed, I cannot tell you how eager the young ladies are for the upcoming season" Mama says, I smile nervously looking down at my lap

"As am I" Lady Danbury tells her " I would have ensured their presentation to her Majesty the queen, but I thought it wise for me to examine their deportment prior to their first engagement, her Majesty is most discerning, you understand?" She looks at Mama questioningly

"So her majesty will be in attendance then" Mama confirms "at the ball"

"there is no reason for concern, Lady Mary, you will be with me after all"

"of course"

"Now" Lady Danbury turns to us " I have made all the arrangements, the pianoforte is tuned, the instructors hired, dance lessons begin at noon, followed by a short but comprehensive lesson from a lovely French tutor I have secured" I look at her with wide eyes

"Exceptional posture" She affirmed impressed making Edwina and I smile "Beautiful smiles"

"Well, stand up" She says "all of you"

Edwina and I hurried to stand up, while Kate follows slowly behind, I stand straight next to Edwina, rubbing my hands nervously, soon Kate is next to me after giving Newton to mama while she chuckles. Lady Danbury stands up to inspect us while walking to the side

"yes, they are quite" mama smiles at us softly

"The age of the eldest may raise concern, any suitable gentleman will require some persuading, whether we like it or not, as she will already be regarded as a old maid, at the mature age of…" Lady Danbury's voice trails off making the smiles that were previously on our faces fade away

I know she did not mean any harm, but I certainly find those words insulting on Kate's behalf, it was certainly not her fault she could not enter into society prior to this season, even if I surely know that will be people's opinion.

"Six and twenty ma'am" Kate says coldly " but that will truly be of no concern as I assure you I am not here to find a husband for myself only for my sisters , who both indeed stand quite tall, smiles rather exquisitely, even more so when they speak French quite well I think" Lady Danbury raises and eyebrow, Kate nods at us to speak. Edwina does so making Lady Danbury chuckle

"They are accomplished in both Latin and Greek, in addition to Marathi and Hindustani, of course, they not only play sitar and maruli but pianoforte too, and as for their dancing, it is quite remarkable if I do say so myself, and I do say so considering it was I, who taught them the cotillion, the quadrille, the waltz, self taught naturally but still quite remarkable nonetheless" Kate says proudly as Lady Danbury looks, once again, impressed

"Kate feels quite passionately about her sisters prospects this season" Mama says

"oh I do hope you did not go to too much trouble finding all of those instructors" Kate says feigning concern as I stifle my laugh

"not at all" She says

"My mama did not err in her description of you, you, a woman of such grace and kindness, I'm sure we have much to learn from you, such as… the preparation of this most excellent tea" Kate chuckles making me smile.

That is most certainly my sister, who doesn't take any rude words from anyone.

"Kate, dear" Kate hums in acknowledgement "might Newton require a walk before he makes his mess all over these fine carpets"

"indeed" She affirms "Delighted to make your acquaintance, Lady Danbury" She bows before walking forwards to take Newton for a walk

"If I may be excused, I would also like to accompany Kate on her walk" I say looking for confirmation from both women, once they nod, I start to walk

"Lady Danbury" I bow " My sisters and I do look forward to your sponsorship this season" I smile at her, I then walk to catch up to Kate, laughing quietly once I am out of their view.

Oh, dear God Kate, you will most certainly make this season fun.

#bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x y/n #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x reader #kate sharma #edwina sharma #mary sharma #benedict bridgerton #daphne basset #anthony bridgerton

[gloryavila]

Hirofumi Yoshida X OC!reader

A/n: This isn't anything special and these scenarios were written on Discord, not edited, proofread just purely for thirsting over Yoshida.

Please keep in mind he's aged up to 18 or older in every scenario!!

I will post them here for whatever reason, I swear I'm writing everything exept my Neteyam fic lmao 😭 anyways @mwlkie pookie this one's for you 🫶🫶

Scenario 1:

Sometimes you couldn't help but wonder and just stare at your fiancé. He's literally so beautiful and amazing, you're truly a lucky girl but he's also a very lucky guy to have you. He's beautiful but you aren't ugly either. Anyways..

You were highschool sweathearts, about to be wedded but yet somehow you still get nervous around your soon to be husband. You're guessing it's in his nature to tease you and for you to be shy but this shy with your future husband was a bit too much..

"What's wrong darling?" He asked as he turned his head around as he just parked the car in an empty parking lot.

"Ah.. nothing I was just thinking about something.." you said as you started to wonder off in thought again.

"Is something troubling my darling? Is there something I could do for my darling?"

How could you not get nervous when this utterly amazing man was talking to you like this, looking at you like this..

You got a bit shy again as your cheeks turned a pinkish color while maintaining eye contact with him.

"Hmm?" He put his hand on your cheek.

"My darling if were going to get married how nervous and shy would you be then?" He teased as his words were followed by his infamous teasing smile.

"I guess we'll have to do something about that hm? Don't you think?" He kept teasing making you even more tense and nervous as you started to fiddle with your fingers. He put his other hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently, making your heart want to escape your chest.

"Isn't it better if we take care of that now..-" he said as his voice got lower and he pulled you into a kiss. A small cute little kiss that very quickly turned into whimpering and moaning into eachothers mouths as he was on top of you in the backseat.

Scenario 2:

Friday night out with friends and most importantly your crush, Yoshida. Everything was going good until someone mentioned we should play truth or dare..

You instantly knew you were going to be exposed not just Infront of your friends but also infront of your crush you somehow successfully hid for a year.

You were hoping you could somehow skip your turn by now being active in the game but your luck had to run our sooner or later when you heard your friend say your name.

"Yes..?" You asked nervously.

She chuckled. She was definitely onto something.

"You thought I would just let you be ahh" She teased you.

'GOD DAMN IT..' You thought as your expression was sour as if you just ate a lemon. Your palms sweating and you gulped.

"I dare you to kiss Yoshida kun!" You Friend spat out your whole body was wishing the sun would explode right now, too bad it was night.

"On the cheek right?" You tried to play it off as calm as you could and your response caught Yoshidas attention.

"Yoshida kun, can she kiss your lips?" Your friend asked and he nodded in agreement.

You swore you could literally pass out. Why would Yoshida wanna kiss you.

You turned your head towards him cupping his face about to kiss him as your friend cut you off.

"No no no sit in his lap as you kiss him" She said giggling and another friend commented

"Why are you acting like a porn director" your other friend joked and another said

"Maybe that's her career dream haha"

You wanted to laugh too of the joke wasn't about 'porn' you were doing now.

"You guys shut up!! Now do it!!" You nervously sat in his lap as he made space for you and put his hands on your lower back making you shiver.

You cupped his face again and brought him closer and gave him a soft kiss but Yoshida had other plans.

He moved his hands from your lower back to your neck and face and pulled you for a deeper kiss and you got so into it you moaned a bit.

Then you realized where and you were doing.

You pulled away from the kiss your face as red as a tomato seeing a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

Scenario 3:

Summary:

U and Yoshida r married yk.. so Yoshida works away from home and he has just came over like a few days before his birthday so u ask him what he wants for his birthday.

Yoshida works away from home while you work in a maid cafe. He comes home every few days or so sometimes longer. It was just a few days before his birthday and he said he will be arriving home soon. You sat in the silent kitchen, went from patiently waiting for your husband to impatiently waiting for him. Now he has finally arrived. You two immediately brought your bodies together for hugs and kisses to express the feeling of longing between you two. You were both laying in bed as you suddenly remembered the fact he's here so you can go pick out his birthday gift together.

So you turn to look at him placing your book on the bedside table.

"So..is there something you want for your birthday?" You innocently asked your husband who looked like he couldn't wait those words escape your mouth. He was already feeling excited, I mean how could he not with a wife like you? (Excited.. take it any way u want..🤭) and he turned just to kiss you again. You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden gesture and asked him what's the deal to which he just responded with kissing you more, deeply and more deeply. Both of you pulling your bodies close to eachother, only pulling away to take a short breath before coming back into the kiss. He pulls away but he was still so close, looking down at your eyes.

"I think you already know what I want" He teased his own wife as she blushed at his words knowing damn well what he wanted. But what could she possibly do? How could she possibly resist her sweet husbands birthday request? Exactly. She returned the deep kisses as his hands easily found a way into her nightgown, both touching any part of skin they could..

You both adored the feeling and taste of eachothers lips. He was quite a tease. Touching and brushing over your sensitive areas and pretending like he didn't. It either made you feel flustered or frustrated longing for his touch. Now naturally you would be the one recieving but since it was his birthday gift you decided to take matters into your own hands. You were now sitting on his lap, hands wrapped around his neck as whimpers and moans filled the previously silent room. You layed him down while sitting on his lap, exactly where you should be, moving your hips as you looked at your husband trying to keep his cool. You leaned in unbottoning his shirt and gently going over from his lower stomach to his abs and then kissing him again. By now you could literally feel his boner under you as you say on it purposely putting pressure on it. It seemed like you weren't doing anything special but in reality of this man he was moaning and whimpering at any slight movement you made, any action you made.

He finished taking off your nightgown successfully while you took his pants off. Now you were again on top of him fingering yourself for him to watch. Even though this wasn't the first time you guys were doing this, you were married afterall but he was used to doing everything now it felt a bit embarrassing as he watched you finger yourself. He wanted to be the one to so it so he opposed. He was now on top of you and gently placed his two long fingers into your pussy (😭). It felt good. It felt amazing actually. You could have an orgasm just with him fingering you like this. After some fingering you decided to take matters into your own hands again in an attempt to pleasure your husband for his birthday, you already succeeded in that though, but it was already too late to stop so why not just continue..? Now you were on top of his literally riding his dick as his fingers dug deep into your skin from the pleasure. Both of your eyes rolling back.

"I'm gonna come.." he said between whimpers and you heard him in-between your moans. You put him whole inside of you, it made you feel so filled up but weird at the same time, still enjoyable and pleasurable. He expected you to move but you didn't you kept doing what you were, nodding letting him know u heard him. You were gonna let him come inside of you without a condom. Well it didn't really matter since you were married for a few years now. He came inside of you and you couldn't help but tremble at the feeling of it. It felt so good but it still felt like your whole body was on fire from the pleasure.

After that you both took a shower together, washing eachothers hair and stuff.

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Honestly the reason these were written like they were is because I honestly couldn't keep serious while writing these 😭😭😭🙏🙏

Wise words from my pookie shmookie

@mwlkie

#chainsaw man #yoshida x reader #yoshida x you #chainsaw man manga #yoshida fanfiction #csm hirofumi #hirofumi yoshida x reader #yoshida hirofumi

[josefavomjaaga]

Eugène’s slave in Egypt

As I'm feeling really cranky already due to lots of annoying stuff going on in real life, I might just feel in the right mood to elaborate more on the story of Eugène's Egyptian slave. Just to add a little variety to the endless repetition of praising Eugène as the perfect son and the perfect husband. Here's Eugène in a truly negative role, allowing us to be cranky with him.

The source for this story is a rather curious opus called "Avec Bonaparte en Égypt", the author of which is one quartermaster and uniform tailor François Bernoyer. I know very little about its overall trustworthyness. It seems to have been rediscovered (in some dusty corner of the family archive) and published only mid-20th century by some distant relative, so it's a fairly recent publication as far as memoirs are concerned. The form is ... curious, as I said. It's supposed to be a collection of 19 letters, sent by Bernoyer to two recipients, his wife and a (male) cousin, letters that Bernoyer apparently had taken the pain to copy before sending them off (as otherwise some of them surely would be lost). Even the publisher in the preface suggests that there must have been some heavy editing going on at some point, as most of the letters are way too long for a single missive.

Moreover, as I noticed when I borrowed the book, the letters are almost bare of any true communication like you would expect them from a soldier far away from his family. No questions of the "How is your granddad?, Tell your sister to not marry that idiot of a suitor unless he has lots of money" etc. variety. Instead, there are long descriptions of landscape and culture and lots of dialogue. As a matter of fact, on reading it I immediately suspected it to be an epistolary novel, possibly based on some actual letters. (I remember that from Malta, there were two letters by Bernoyer, one to his wife, telling her how much he loved and missed her, and another to the alleged cousin, detailing an erotic adventure Bernoyer had in the same place. The whole thing looked arranged to make the author come across as a hypocrit, to the amusement of the reader.)

Anyway. Of course this does not mean that the story of Eugène's black slave cannot be true. So here we go:

Like many French soldiers in Egypt, Bernoyer, deprived of female company due to the very different social customs of the country, starts to feel a little lonely and so eagerly follows some French officer to go shopping, in a market that had recently received a large number of female black slaves. There's a rather lengthy scene of how the two customers are first shown women that were too fat, old, ugly and smelly and had to insist on something better, until the business owner finally let them have a look at his two best girls. One of which Bernoyer than studies (and describes in detail) from her head to her ... well, pubic hair as that seems to be what fascinates him most. In order to see her naked, he has to "uncover" her first which he claims she was too ashamed to do herself, but of course he discovers some secret pride in her eyes at Bernoyer's appreciative glance.

I think it was at this point when I first wanted to reach into the pages, drag the guy out and slap him senseless. But I degress.

Bernoyer is indeed very happy with this piece of merchandise. Unfortunately, the price seems a little high: 1,800 livres. He decides to leave and come back at a later time, in order to maybe get the trader to lower the price. But when he comes back, the girl is sold and gone. He ruefully goes about his business for two days, until ...

On leaving the general's house, I met Monsieur Eugène de Beauharnais. He took me by the arm and led me into his room, saying that he wanted to show me some novelties from Paris. My dear cousin, guess what these novelties were! Well, I'll tell you because you'd never guess: It was the beautiful black girl that I had bargained for two days before. At the time, this surprise froze me in place. I quickly pulled myself together! His mistress, whom I had seen and detailed naked, now clothed in rich clothes, adorned with a prodigious quantity of pearls and diamonds around her neck and on her breast, seemed to me even more beautiful. In my astonishment, I could not help asking him:

"How did you manage to make such an expenditure? Only two days ago you told me you were penniless. You explained to me then that your mother herself sent you money but that here, when you went to Bonaparte, you always left empty-handed."

"In order to avoid another refusal, I have borrowed 10,000 francs from a merchant who has relations with Paris. In return for a letter of change, that I signed, my mother will reimburse him."

"You are probably unaware, Monsieur de Beauharnais, that your magnificent black almost belonged to me, and I consider it a miracle that she is in your hands. I am not upset to see her with you: I know your kindness and I can affirm that it would be difficult to place her in better hands." "I assure you, Monsieur Bernoyer, that I have never made such good use of my money. I have already spent six thousand francs to make her as beautiful as a queen. I love her like crazy, so witty and playful is her character that has opened up an inexhaustible source of pleasure for me..."

And that was the second time when I felt like reaching into the pages and slapping someone. But at least Eugène was a teenager at the time, in whose case I can understand a little better if the main interest in a female's character (a female he most likely could not even talk with) revolved mostly around this "inexhaustible source of pleasure".

#napoleon's family #eugène de beauharnais #egyptian campaign #slavery #bernoyer

[of-thieves-and-witches]

Flattery

A/N: not proof read because the original revision didn't save and I didn't want to edit the whole thing again.

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Gwen bit her lower lip in concentration. To disclose or not to disclose, that was the question.

She had already revealed one secret tonight, should she reveal another?

He had taken the first one pretty well , he might take the second one in a similar way.

" you're making your worried thinky face G , if you wanna say something spit it out "

He caught her. Guess when you're with someone for years it's hard to truly hide things from them. You just know each other too well.

Dang it

Gwen sighed, " okay um so you know when I asked you to the dance,"

Ah the dance, Kevin remembered. Their first not-an-actual date date.

It was the day they almost kissed for the first time , the day he realised he wanted to be with the redhead in a more than just good freinds kind of way.

A moment in time he remembered fondly.

" and you know how we got to my school and you happened to say the only reason I didn't want to go in was because you thought I was embarrassed by you?"

A moment in time he didn't remember fondly. While he had been flattered by the anodites interest in him back then, he couldn't possibly understand why. He still didn't, but now he wasn't shrouded by his own crippling belief of his self worth.

The only people who had ever shown interest were the ones who wanted an in on whatever big thing he had scored, or could score for them. Not to mention all the years he had spent in hiding because of his mutation. It was hard looking every reflection and seeing himself as the monster from the stories his mother used to tell him about his father's battles to keep peace.

The night after he was first mutated, Kevin got out the river and went home , soaking and sobbing for a mother's comfort , only for her to scream at his sight and slam the door in his face.

He flew away when he heard her yelling into a phone " there's a giant ugly monster on my porch! I don't know what it wants...okay ...hurry please "

He had become something his own mother was petrified of. If she didn't love him, how could believe anyone else could?

" Kev I was never embarrassed by you. The opposite actually. I ...um... wanted to show you off...." her voice trailed off.

The boy's head turned in her direction , his left eyebrow raised in confusion.

" what do you mean?"

" babe I don't think you realised, but you were a pretty big deal. Smoking hot bad boy with a mysterious background? You were like....every girl's dream."

Bunch of 15 year old girls with a free wattpad account? Dating a moody bad boy was the vibe of the era! Everyone wanted a Kevin Levin, and Gwen couldn't help but feel a little proud that she had him.

It didn't matter how preppy and mature she was, at the end of the day, she was just a girl.

Kevin was silent. He knew his aura caught the attention of a few girls, it still does no doubt , but he didn't think it was that big of a deal.

" it's not that I didn't genuinely like you though, I did. I really did want to get to know you more and see where it went , but I guess I also wanted to brag to the world that I got the town's most desirable bad boy. I'm sorry, that was pretty shallow of me"

Kevin didn't know how to respond to this. He was flattered that that's how everyone saw him, even though he's had his more than fair share of dysmorphia over the years.

The osmosian looked straight ahead at the dark waves crashing against the shore. The moon was close to the west, indicating it was time for it set soon; and the sun would rise, illuminating the rest of the stars into oblivion.

" So you paraded me around like a trophy at the carnival? " his expression was stoic.

" like please help me understand why you'd do something like that"

Gwen gulped.

Oh no. Maybe I should've kept this one to myself.

" like... I said Kevin , you were good looking"

Her voice was small now. She didn't want to upset him anymore than she already had.

Stupid stupid stupid.

" you did it because I was just another good looking dude ?"

" just anoth-, kev you were outright gorgeous okay?! And really cool. and funny and smart and like, the whole package really. Not to ment.." She stopped mid sentence, noticing the little smirk on his face.

Oh.

" eff you levin "she yelled as she pulled away, playfully slapping his upper arm while Kevin rolled back in laughter.

" hahaha you should've seen the look on your face"

Emerald eyes glared in his direction, secretly holding relief that he wasn't mad at her.

" well don't stop now, tell me more about how amazing I am"

" shut up"

She laid down on the cool blanket beside him, her hands intertwining with his.

He turned to her , his other hand softly caressing her cheek as she gently stared into his eyes.

The redhead might've been superficial, but she'd constantly proved time and time again that she loves him for more than what he just looks like.

Maybe if wasn't so insecure back then, he would've noticed the excessive attention that Gwen spoke of, maybe dated around more.

But he knew deep down, no girl could ever come close to his.

#gwevin #ben 10 #kevin levin #ben 10 uaf #gwen tennyson #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #love #ben 10 omniverse #ao3 #oneshot #fanfiction #confession #flattery

[beamergirll11]

You will leave me

Summary: You are a double agent along side your boyfriend Hawks. You never thought anyone could make you feel like Hawks could…especially a villain.

Word Count: ?, Edited

Characters: Reader, Twice, Hawks

NSFW: Smut, Angst

“Wait hold on, this can’t be right..” you saw him tremble as he saw your necklace with one of Hawk’s feather on it.

His mask was on but you could see the deep pain in his clouded eyes.

“It is…Jin come with me please before Hawks gets here.” You said as you scrubbed a hand across your face. The other hand you held out for Jin to grab onto but he was frozen, Tears were already dripping down his face as he began to claw at his mask in despair. You watched tears drop from his trembling chin.

“B-But what a-about a-about…?”

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Being a double agent was exhausting, You never ever would have expected having feelings for the very villains that were trying to kill you. What made it was worse was your boyfriend Hawks was also on this mission as well.

It was a night a lot like the another’s but as usual you couldn’t sleep. You stood at the window watching in your room looking at the bright stars scattered across the sky. In two days or maybe even one Hawks wanted to take them down but Jin somehow touched your heart.

As you turned to head towards your bed, A knock at your door turned you around. Each step was taken with caution, It could be Hawks as usual but the League Of Villains were mere inches away from your room. Opening the door you were relieved but also confused to see to Jin.

“Jin? What are you doing here?” You asked curiously, titling your head.

Jin was almost quiet for a few seconds which was something you never experienced. Hell, when you first got there you were perplexed when you saw Jin whispering to himself than suddenly yelling at himself, It was as if he was having a conversation with himself. Could someone really be that lonely? Or crazy? Then when he spoke to you for the first time it was almost as if he was two separate people. It turned out he was…

He put his hand on the back of his neck as he fidgeted with his hands. “I was worried about you, you seem different.”

“Tell me what I have done.”

“It’s not you Jin, you have been perfect. It’s just memories about my family I guess…they really sucked.” You lied.

“The only family I have is here.”

“I’m all alone.”

“No you aren't, I'm here.” The words left your mouth before you could stop yourself. Guilt was consuming you because you were lying to him, You truly cared about him.

“I have you?” He asked his breath shaky.

“I want you.” He suddenly growled, just as he did he covered his mouth.

“I didn’t mean it! I mean it’s not that your ugly or smell! Or-“

He couldn’t finish, his other side breaking out. “I want you now.”

“Jin…what are you saying?” You asked knowing already what he meant.

“I love you.”

“I love you, You are mine!”

Tears began to well up as you looked down at the floor. You turned from him walking away shaking your head, You heard him follow you. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said any of this!”

“You are mine!”

Before anything else was said you spun around falling into his arms. You held him close as you held in your tears, You felt him tighten up but slowly he softened wrapping his arms around your waist. “Jin I’m so confused.”

“Oh I know how that feels!”

“I should have kept quiet.”

Slowly you moved from his body still holding on tight. You looked up at him as you brought your hands up carefully. It was almost as you were drinking something as you continued to take deep gulps, You pushed his mask up over his mouth. Your lips attacking his, He clawed at your waist as if he was trying to pull you inside him.

When you released him you found yourself rushing to the door locking it. You turned around, your back against the door staring him down. “Y/N…”

You practically tackled him the kisses sloppy but passionate. You felt him tremble as you kissed his neck, “This is the best thing that has ever h-happened to me.”

“I’m gonna fill your pretty pussy up.” He growled as you moved your hand downward, You gripped his cock through his suit immediately He yelped.

“Whoa! No! You can’t do this! N-Not with me! I’ll ruin you!”

“Fucking take it out Y/N.”

You smiled sadly as you spoke, “You could never ruin me…”

You both shedded your clothes, You helped him take off his. He was having a hard time looking at your body and you but he was hard. The only thing left was his mask when you reached for it, He stopped you. “No…no don’t…”

“You will be disgusted.”

Regardless of his words you pulled it off seeing his face for the first time. You traced the scar on his forehead with your pointer finger as you took a closer look at his eyes. The eyes he had told you scared so many people, yet you were enthralled.

“I’m a creep…”

“I sure am.”

“No Jin you’re you.” You said as you dropped to your knees. You bit your lips as he stared down at you on pins and needles. “If you need to put your mask on, you can.”

Before he could speak you took his cock to back of his throat, You watched as he threw his hands into his blond hair. “Fuck! Fuck!”

“Fuck that’s right suck this fat juicy cock!” He than growled.

“I’m sorry!” He said covering his mouth as he struggled to hold back his moans.

He was thick and you could feel him twitch in your mouth. Saliva dripped from your mouth as you took every inch, your jaw hurting from it. You felt his hand rest gently in your hair, As he closed his eyes up his head falling back moaning.

As you pulled your mouth from his cock with a pop, you started to pull him to the bed as you lay down on display for him. You wondered if he had had any past experience, was this all new for him. He crawled onto the bed between your legs, He grabbed his cock carefully as he slowly pushed in.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out as you felt him fill you up.

He hovered above you seemingly stalling, So you gently caressed his free hand. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m just not in the whole way.” He then thrusted in causing you to gasp, was it possible to feel this full without breaking. As he pumped into you, All you could think about was how good he made you feel.

“Don’t stop please fuck me!” You begged crying out as you watched his face turn red. Each thrust made you throw your head back as you moaned in pleasure. He placed his hand on your left breast, His hands were massive almost covering your breast.

As he continued to fuck you, He started to talk again almost unable to form a sentence. “Your so wet…so perfect…your everything…”

“I love watching you take my cock.”

You started to feel the familiar feeling in your chest, “J-Jin in close!”

“Yeah! We are so close together right now…fuck!”

“That’s not what she meant!”

“You know what I mean! I’m going to cum!” You managed to get out the words as he continuously pounded into you.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh nut.” He said with a smile.

“Are you ready to take my nut?”

“Y-Yes!” He dropped his mouth taking your nipple into his mouth. Suddenly you erupted crying out as you felt him burst his mouth vibrating around your nipple as he growled. “Jin I’m cumming all o-over your cock!”

His shoulders went slack as he collapsed on top of you, when you rubbed his back all you felt was sweat. His face buried in your neck he took a few deep breaths as he looked back at you. As you laid with him, You realized the size difference it was astonishing.

“Jin I…” before you could finish he spoke.

“I love you Y/N.”

“Your going to leave me.”

In that moment you froze looking at him, how could you do this? You had a boyfriend that you have dated for almost over a year. Jin may be a villain but something about him drew you in. He was a good guy dealt a bad hand, however you were supposed to take down the League Of Villains not fuck them.

“Jin…let’s get dressed…I’m going to head to bed.” you said as you tucked in your upper lip.

“…Was…I not good?” Jin asked his face turning white as his eyes watched the next words coming out of your mouth.

“No…Jin it’s not that.”

“Do…do you not love me?”

“Of course you don’t love me what was I thinking?!”

“No I do love you!” You said feeling like you were going to die from the emerging pain from your chest. Jin slowly smiled as he ran his calloused fingers across your cheek.”

As he pulled out you felt his cum drip from your pussy. He lowered himself on you holding you pressing kisses against your lips as he held you tight. All you could do was think about the Hawk’s necklace in your dresser.

***

“Jin…I was sent to arrest all of you.”

“Your a h-hero? He said as he slowly stood up his whole body shaking.

“Stay put!” You yelled watching as he flinched.

“No no not you…not you it can’t be.”

“I should have known how could you have ever loved me.”

“Jin! I care about you okay! I didn’t mean to but I do please please come with me! We can get you help!” You cried.

“H-Hawk and you…” he said deducing from the necklace that you were in fact with Hawks.

“I never intended on loving you!” You cried out again but tears now streamed down your cheeks.

“You love him?” Asked a familiar voice, you could he rubble spreading out as you turned to see Hawk walking out from the fresh hole in the wall. There was a silence, You knew you couldn’t lie to Hawks even if you tried. You had a choice you could try to atleast help Jin or arrest him? However no matter how you thought about it, you thought of Hawks.

You stood between both of them sobbing as you looked away from Hawks and Jin with shame. You never meant for any of this to happen, Jin was a villain he was to be arrested not loved. However you couldn’t shake it, the feeling that you and Hawks were the real bad guys.

#my hero academia #mha #MHA twice #jin bubaigawara #league of villains #mha fanfiction #MHA hawks #mha hawks x reader #mha smut #MHA angst #sad #fanfiction #mha league of villains #keigo takami

[whyareyouhere66]

When Sylvia was growing up she had a cat. It was old, but fluffy, and her mom had gotten it for the family just before Sylvia was born. It’s fur was shaggy and grey, with ugly green eyes that glared at you any time of day, a few little black stripes that directed you towards its gaze.

It’s not really anyone else’s place to say if she was a dog or cat person more, but it was clear that Sylvia and this cat did not get along.

It would tear up her stray drawings, left on the floor or fallen from tables, chew on her toys until there was little tooth-sized holes in them every which way. There was one time it found a way to strip her favorite dress of all its sparkle, tearing the skirt’s tool away from itself.

Perhaps it was in revenge, to all the times little toddler-Sylvia would yank its tail, make it wear hats, etc etc. But how was that fair? She was just a little two year old, after all?

If you were to now ask Sylvia what that cats name was, she couldn’t even tell you. She was only 6 or so when it died, and she was too busy whining and crying about its behavior to even want to put its wretched name onto her tongue.

Tim and Dallas knew well of this cat. Sometimes when Sylvia, even in her teen years, would recall her precious photos and memories wearing that dress, or see the old catalog to the toys that had fallen victim to its teeth. She hated the damn thing; refused to recognize it as a being, it was now just a thing.

Growing up Tim basically memorized the long list of things this cat had done to terrorize Sylvia, maybe that’s why he was so surprised to see her crying on the curb of the old playground, claiming it had finally kicked the bucket.

“The cat..” she choked out through a sob. “It’s, it’s-“

Tim had prepared himself for another toy being broken, or maybe that new fancy dress her dad had bought her being torn up. But instead, he was met with;

“It’s dead!”

“..Well, isn’t that a good thing?”

“No!! No Tim, he’s gone! He ain’t coming back!!”

At the time Tim couldn’t completely grasp what it was that had truly upset Sylvia- it couldn’t actually be that devil spawn’s passing. Perhaps more, the stress of it. No doubt Sylvia’s mom was at home, crying about how her precious little ‘kitten’ had gone and bit the dust, Sylvia felt bad more than anything.

What if she hadn’t screamed at it the way she had a couple nights before? Is that why? She never meant for her mama to cry, really.

“I didn’t mean for him to die!!”

“It ain’t your fault, Sylv, it was old.”

“Yeah, but I screamed at him!”

“That wouldn’t kill him, Sylvia.”

Despite the 7 year olds attempt at comfort, Sylvia still cried and cried until she had to lean into Tim’s shoulder for some sort of support.

And while she sat there, on that old playground curb in ‘54, Tim held her with just one thing on his mind:

‘thank god.’

@sophie-i-guess13 @collieflower215 @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me @the-height-of-life @outsiders-lesbian-xvi @johnnycadesjeanjacket @mysemantics [idk y’all this came to my head this morning it’s random as hell but I need to write something ]

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Sophie added onto this and it’s gorgeous so click here

Enjoy

#whyareyouhere66 #Tim shephard #Tim x Sylvia #Sophie’s AU #Or atleast I think so #No I hope so #The outsiders #god I finally wrote something

[breserker]

mystery horror theater bre-thousand 1

because if i go on another movie binge without filling this out first i'll have defeated my own purpose

THE OTHER DAY i watched three filmmmsssssss if you can call it that -- Smile (2022), Day of the Reaper (1984), and Savage Weekend (1978). this is my first time doing this under a name and i guess i should give them number ratings but what i may rank very high might get me slaughtered on sight, you'll see what i mean

SMILE (2022) (TW: Suicide, self-harm, THE CAT DOES NOT MAKE IT)

At the behest of a friend, I jumped in to watch this movie -- I enjoy doing that, very little fucks me up and I like keeping an eye out for people horror-wise. Overall? It was incredibly good. It had the tense anxiety of Invisible Man (2020), where there's a lot of focus on the mental deterioration of a woman in a world that doesn't believe her, surrounded in a blanket of the first scene of Midsommar (2019) where it shows a pretty ugly side of certain traits of mental illnesses such as mania and psychosis. And it should, the main character works in a psychiatric emergency hospital, and does so to the point of detriment that I would call self-harm. I've been there, working so hard you wreck yourself, y'know?

By about halfway through it became obvious that was also a monster movie, and while I can see some people turning their nose at that, I think I really needed that aspect to follow through with the movie without feeling beaten down with misery and anxiety. The monster in question operates similarly to It Follows (2014) but instead of being passed on by sex it's passed on through sharing the trauma of witnessing a suicide. The monster itself reminded me a lot of BOB from Twin Peaks, there is a beautiful scene recreating BOB scaling the couch while smiling. It's then that I realized that the first person to die was named Laura. Yeah I see you...I see you...!!!

The theme in the movie is the chain of trauma passed from person to person and viscerally affecting those already with past traumas. I deeply enjoyed its execution and how this was a monster movie...I do wish, however, it ended a little bit differently. While the message that trauma never truly leaves you is there, I was hoping for a different, bittersweet ending instead of the bad end the movie provided. It felt tacked on or changed at the last minute. 4.5/5

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DAY OF THE REAPER (1984)

buddy oh man oh MAN BUDDY IF YOU LOVE REALLY SHITTY INDIE HOME FILMS SHOT ON A SHODDY SUPER 8 CAMERA WITH THE WORST ADR DUBBING YOU'VE EVER HEARD IN YOUR LIFE, with every treat a bad movie has to offer, THIS IS YOUR FILM and you can watch it FOR FREE on YouTube RIGHT NOW and then come back and punch me in the face. I was HOWLING with laughter. I got a friend also enthusiastic about bad movies to watch it and HE loved it TOO. i have to gather more people to watch this gem, and if you stick with it and think it's boring keep going because the conclusion is so wildly out of this world and so strangely done that it'll hopefully bring glee and joy to you too. CLEAR AND AWAY 5/5

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SAVAGE WEEKEND (1978)

I was running out of steam by this point because laughing at Day of the Reaper put my lungs in a state, but this is a slasher from the years in between Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Friday the 13th. I've seen many many slashers that follow the tropes of horny teens boning it in woods (but strangely a white girl usually dies first! I donno where the Black guy trope comes from--but then they're rarely in these films ANYWAY so whatever). But here, it's a bunch of really messy adults with crossed desires, separation/divorcees not knowing what they want out of love at this point, horny adult looking for any tail they can get, et cetera. It honestly was a refreshing break from all of the giggly teen stuff--I'd be far and away more interested to see more like this in the future.

The editing was cut really quick in a lot of areas and the film's pacing at times makes it feel like a rushed project, it needed a finer tooth comb on both fronts. The quality wasn't great but I was pleased to see a flamboyantly charming Christopher Allport give the nasty queer bitch role his all. The twist was pretty meh, I wish there was more fallout action between Mac and the divorcee (just get nasty with it! it's the 70's let's go!) I might be interested to see this again but probably not, it gets this score just for the novelty of horny adults with horny adult problems in a slasher film: 3/5

#mystery horror theater bre-thousand #smile 2022 #day of the reaper 1984 #savage weekend 1978 #suicide cw #self harm cw #horror movies