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whalesforhands · 9 months

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settle your sorrow pt.7 (satosugu x reader, implied!shoko x reader)

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warnings: fluff, angst, learning to settle your sorrow (haha), a bit geto & shoko-centric, i promise more gojo next time

You’re staring at the vending machine. It’s been a good 2 minutes now.

He contemplates for a moment, simply content with watching you, trying to guess the thoughts running through your mind. Just what intricate concepts would you be conjuring in that pretty head of yours? What kind of questions were you asking? Was it the very obvious, sleek new design of that new green tea in the corner? Did your milk change packaging?

“Suguru…” Your head slowly turns to meet the upturned slits that seemed to be studying you with great interest.

“…could you please lend me 50 yen?”

He bursts out laughing.

“Ah, Geto-san! It’s nice running into you here!” Haibara snaps him out of his daydream, a much needed distraction.

“Haibara.” His tired eyes met the vibrancy of his junior. “Were you not meant to be on a mission?”

“Ahh, about that. Still packing and all, ehe.” Yu is still grinning, tongue sticking out at his lack of preparedness.

“But I’m still super excited to go, of course!”

“Let me treat you to something before you leave, then.”

“Ahaha, that isn’t needed at all, senpai!” He pauses momentarily with a sheepish grin, hands held up as if to deny vehemently. “But I’ll take a cola if you’re offering!” Haibara catches the 500 yen coin tossed at him as Suguru flashes him a smile.

“Want anything, senpai?”

Suguru’s gaze begins to settle back onto the floor.

“Is there chocolate milk left in the machine?”

Haibara diligently scans the selection of drinks, eyes trained and zooming in on the familiar drink.

“Yessir!”

“I’ll have that.”

——

“What kind of woman is your type?”

Suguru huffs, sunken eyes and wild hair as he seats himself on bench, a boisterous Haibara next to him.

“I love girls who eat a lot!”

Suguru makes an exasperated expression as he looks towards the energetic second year, mouth falling open in consternation as he listens to Yu answering the question.

“I’m taken.” His elbows are resting on his knees as he slumps over, his answer brief and quick to get… Whatever this situation was over with.

“That so?” Tsukumo Yuki. She sits herself down right next to him, legs spreading out as she leans back against the wall and crosses her arms.

“Geto Suguru, I presume? Heard lots about ya.”

——

Satoru’s treading back with heavy footfalls, holding onto the hands of both the children he had just… Seized.

(Does this count as adoption…?)

“Is this truly what you want for the future of Jujutsu Sorcery as a whole?”

It’s dark. His eyes zeroed in on Suguru’s form, the clearest thing he could see. The brightest in his eyes.

“If it is… Then I don’t know what to do anymore.” His voice breaks a little at the end, hair haphazardly pulled into his bun as inconsolable brown met overwrought blue.

The crowd buries Geto within as he says those words, the passing of the forgettable passerbys disorienting his vision of his beloved. He can’t see them. He can’t see anyone else when he’s right there.

Satoru has been neglecting him as of late, the damned geezers piling mission after mission onto he and his other.

You’re strong, protect the non-sorcerers. You’re strong, fight for the weak. You’re strong, so just go ahead and die in place for them. You’re strong, so just keep being our puppet so that we can put your talents to use for our own gain.

He knows it’s been hard. He knows how Suguru’s been looking. He knows. He knows. He knows.

He knows it just as well after losing you a year ago.

Suguru needs him. Ever since that mission they went on to that accursed village. Now, more than ever, he can’t lose anyone else. He can’t bear it.

That’s why he can’t just let him walk away like that. He lunges forth, his legs pushing him forward, heavy heart and a voiceless despair, pushing through that faceless crowd as he grabs for Geto’s hand, interlocking their fingers together, as his voice finally squeezes out the words he held.

“Don’t just walk away from me!”

Eh?

The duo stare at each other. Gojo pulls a face, corners of his lips pulling downwards as he bares his teeth, eyes squinting when he saw Suguru holding the 2 familiar twins.

Did he anticipate that he was bringing some kids of his own to the school too?

Gojo sighs as he lands his hand on top of a fluffy mass of black, rubbing vigorously as the kid frowns harder, bothered by the white-haired sorcerer’s treatment of his head.

“You damn copycat.” It’s a laugh coupled with exasperation. As if he couldn’t believe it.

Geto doesn’t falter, a stiff chuckle escaping his lips as he watched the way Gojo interacted with the new faces. This was unexpected.

“Watch your language, Satoru. We’re in front of children.” It’s genuine, light and hearty. They really were hopelessly in sync.

“As if they’ll care if they can’t understand anyway!”

Suguru’s eyes glanced between the carbon copy of the Sorcerer Killer and the… non-sorcerer.

“I see you have… Acquired taste, Satoru.”

Gojo’s sunglasses glint from the orange glow of the sunset. He gets what Geto is implying.

The two girls in Suguru’s arms begin to flit their eyes back between everyone.

“Geto-sama,” Mimiko whispers as she tugs on the fabric of Suguru’s shirt. “Who are those that Gojo-sama holding onto?”

The ravenette could only sigh, tucking his arm further up underneath the girls’ knees to better support them as he looks at his partner.

“Trouble.”

Megumi’s eyes stare blankly at the trio ahead of him, before tugging on Gojo’s arm. A silent question. Tsumiki waves at them, a friendly smile on her face as she greets the young twins.

“That’s him, isn’t it?”

Gojo only grins down at the boy as he continues to hold Tsumiki’s hand.

“That’s right, you smart little runt!” He’s now patting the back of the little boy with exceptional strength, watching with glee even as the boy starts to cough from the sheer power in his taps.

“My one and only!”

——

Shoko stares at the 4 children in front of her. 2 almost identical twins are holding each others’ hands, a stuffed animal clutched within one’s grip. Their expression is one of discomfort, of anxiety, but not fear.

Geto has ensured that they’re safe.

The other 2 are a bit more amicable-looking. Well, one of them. The oldest looking one smiles at Shoko as she waves, whilst the younger brother grasps his sibling’s arm, openly furrowing his brows and just… Scrutinizing her.

Shoko pulls out her phone, a betta fish charm in a familiar colourway jingling as she glances at the time.

18:47

“So you both,” Shoko’s eyes flit up to her two classmates. “Destroyed the only table in the loungeroom.” Her fingers press to her forehead, the pensiveness building up as she recalls the recent events.

“Became a public nuisance.”

She drums her fingers against the surface of your desk as she leans back in your chair.

“Then both decided to coincidentally adopt kids at the same time.”

“I got the twins first.”

“We. And he’s the one copying me!”

“I can’t be the one copying you if…” He stops himself, sighing almost exasperatedly as he pulls a look of mock annoyance as he rolls his eyes. “We got the girls firs-“

“Hah?! What’s with that look-?!”

“All that before the day even ends.” She interrupts, palm pressed to her face as she sighs.

Shoko’s contemplating, the botamochi next to her cup of steaming green tea as she watches the twin girls eye her snack from the corner of her eye.

“In front of you, there’s a little cage. How many kittens are inside of it?”

You think momentarily.

“Mmm, about 4?” Your eyes are closed in thought as you tap a finger against your chin. A sudden thought occurs to you. “There are probably more cages with around 3 or 4 kittens inside it right? Since we would be in a shelter?”

Shoko snickers, lollipop stick hanging over her lips as she flipped through the pages. “So you want 4 or more children, huh? In batches too.”

“What?!” Your head snapped to meet hers so quick you swear you could feel something dislodge. “Where’d you get that idea?!” You’re blushing, your hands over your cheeks as you try to calm the creeping heat of embarrassment.

“According to the love psychology book it says so.” She continues to smirk as she flicks through the pages, gracefully leaning away when she spies you peeking over her shoulder to grab at the book.

“Where’d you even get that?!”

“Library.”

Her expression is placid, eyes blank as she twirls a strand of the hair she’s been growing out, holding the bowl of mochi out to the 4 kids, offering them a piece.

“Do as you like.”

——

Graduation is dreary. A simple celebration within the classroom, attended by no one other than the graduates themselves. The crudely drawn banner made by Gojo, the streamers provided by Shoko and the 3 stalks of flowers within a glass vase seated upon your chair is all the decoration that fills the classroom.

It’s silent, for once, as the SSS trio stood at the front of the class, awaiting Yaga’s arrival to commence the event. This place… Had too many memories.

The nervous, quiet sliding of the door breaks it.

“I-I hope I’m not too late…” In his hand, a singular stalk of forget-me-not flowers. Ijichi anxiously treads in, nearly tripping over his own two feet when he saw Gojo’s intense gaze face him.

“Ah, Ijichi.” Geto greets, hand out up to greet the bo-

“Senpai! We’re sorry we’re late!” Haibara bursts in, scratched up and bruised. Bandages covered almost the entirety of Yu’s body as he hobbles in on his crutches as he attempts to wave a greeting, nearly falling over had it not been for Nanami behind him, pulling him back up.

“The mission took way longer than we expected!”

“More like it took the life out of us.” Nanami sighs out, looking stressed, arm in a cast as he assists a struggling Haibara to a nearby seat.

“But we did so good, senpais! Enough time for us to even make it here on time!” He elbows Nanami to the best of his ability. “We even bought those souvenirs!”

A polite knock at the door catches the attention of everyone.

“Please excuse our intrusion.” Kuroi politely bows as she enters, a shy, agitated Riko hiding behind her as she held onto a bouquet.

“Hey.” She’s averting her gaze, trying to act nonchalant as she walks in, failing upon revealing 4 tiny heads trailing right behind her. “I saw them at the entrance… And they just,” She’s huffing as she hugs the bouquet closer. “Followed us in.”

“We assumed that you knew them.” Kuroi smiles at the trio.

The kids, Nanami, Ijichi, Haibara, Riko and Kuroi. Everyone is here to celebrate with them.

The door slides open a final time. Yaga. With Utahime and Mei Mei right behind him.

“What a crowd. I assume that everyone is here?”

——

Riko forces her eyes away as she spots the purposeful space left empty between Suguru and Shoko, the sorrow starting to swell in her heart as she listened to their homeroom teacher congratulate them, finishing off the remnants of his speech.

“I think you should smile more, Riko-cchi.” You stir the teaspoon within the cup as you held onto the saucer. “You look prettier when you do.”

The tears are starting to gather in the corner of her eyes, her clutch on the bouquet growing tighter and tighter.

“Congratulations on your graduation!” She’s yelling it out, jumping onto her feet, tears finally streaming down her face. The first to vocalize her congratulations. Her voice is fraying, snot trailing down her nose as she desperately tries to make the corners of her lips quirk up.

She’ll smile. For you.

“Congratulations!” A chorus of blessings from the small crowd as applause rings out.

Haibara’s clacking his crutches together as Nanami frowns at him, the twins, tugging at Ijichi’s sleeves to come play with them.

Megumi is brooding in the corner with a laughing and cheery Tsumiki as she chats with Yaga. Utahime is sending Shoko her congrats, tears in her eyes as Mei Mei watches nearby. Satoru is interrupting their heartfelt moment, skipping around and poking fun at her.

It’s peaceful, for the first time in a while. Suguru decides he likes this.

“You’re in a flower field, a place which has the most gorgeous flowers you have ever seen, and the owner says you can take as many as you wish to pick. How many do you take?”

“Huh? Another one?!” You’re grimacing as you look towards Shoko, her face planted in the psychology book, eyes glued to the words.

“Just answer it, will you? How embarrassing could it be?”

You huff. Fine.

“Then… I guess I’d take enough to make bouquets for each of you…” Your eyes blank out, counting in your head how many that would take. Yaga, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime… So many. You don’t want to just give them all a bouquet if it’s the most breathtaking sight ever.

“Maybe I’ll bring everyone I love there?”

“Ehhh? So sappy.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it! So…” You fight back your blush, waving off Shoko’s provocation. “What does it mean?”

Shoko grins. “Take a guess.”

“What?” You’re irked, cheeks puffing themselves up into a pout. “Can’t you just tell me?!”

——

“Oji-san.” Megumi tugs on Geto’s uniform shirt, a photoframe held within his hand.

Suguru can feel a vein pop. Surely, he doesn’t look that old, right? His depressive episode may have done a number on him, but there’s no way he could’ve aged that immensely like this brat was implying.

“Now, now. Who are you calling-“

He’s interrupted when Megumi abruptly flips the photo frame to face Suguru, a group photo of all four of you from your first year displayed on it.

The black-haired shaman’s breath hitches in his throat.

“Who is this?” His chubby finger is gliding over the glass above your smiling face. “She wasn’t at the…” He furrows his brows. “Grad-you-eight-shun.”

“She’s…” He catches himself. Takes a moment to breathe. “One of the most wonderful people to exist.” He pats Megumi’s head. “You would’ve definitely liked her if you ever met.”

He sees Megumi raising a brow, as if prodding for more. He’ll stop here. To save himself the sorrow.

“Maybe I’ll tell you when you’re a little older.”

(“What’s with the sudden interest in her anyway?”

Megumi remains silent, eyes still trained on your figure.

“Nothing.”

Kids these days.)

——

“Why do you smile so much?” Riko’s tone is indignant, filled with frustration as she watches your carefree grin, eyes upturned even at her prickliness as you float around with her in your bubble.

She’s sat back against the wall, back pressed against it, arms crossed over her chest as she eyes you, waiting for an answer as you steer your cursed technique towards the ground once you witnessed the duo take down the bounty hunters.

You hum in response, gratified that she’s at least taken to speaking to you after Gojo and Geto’s rather rude introductions.

You descend, before turning and holding your hand out, your cursed technique reforming itself into a staircase-like formation.

“It’s because I’m around the people I love,” From behind her, she could hear the complaints of the energetic student alongside his more lax counterpart as they begin to approach.

You tap her nose when she squeezes your hand, making her blink at you in surprise before she suddenly sneezes. You giggle, a happy glow overtaking your face as she stares, perplexed.

“That I think it’s a waste to not be smiling.”

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Notes:

It took both Geto and Gojo awhile to learn to love the kids of the man who… Murdered you. But they never blamed it on Megumi or Tsumiki.

In that memory, Geto actually just went up and bought you the milk you were eyeing. It was a new flavour. Chocolate banana.

The number of flowers you picked/give represented how much love you have for the person/people you’re giving them to.

guys i had to rewrite this entire thing like 3 times

#geto x reader x gojo #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #dyf au #satosugu x reader #whalewrites #shoko ieiri x reader

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vvolfy · 1 year

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The brothers + MC at the mall (in the human world)

Lol, these hc’s were also brainstormed by @absoluteyeet and @stardustursa

American malls, for the win LOL

Divider credits to @rubystarraven (if its not okay I can take them down they’re just super cute!)

Lucifer:

Would spoil MC without hesitation, and especially of the risque variety.

Reluctant to tag along because he would have to babysit his brothers (as usual)

Would visit stores that specialize in formal wear, (appearances matter), expensive colognes.

MC drags him into Bath & Body Works, but he doesn’t stay for more than 5 minutes before he loses his sense of smell and develops a headache.

The type to stand outside of stores with his arms crossed, only to say he isn’t rushing anyone. (he is)

He’s like a cranky old man. From complaining about the malls music choice to criticizing anyone that passes him.

Any food vendors that sell fine chocolate would pique his interest.

100% avoids mall vendors. You want to fix his D.D.D? Too bad so sad. Mammon already scams him. He doesn’t need another.

Bookstores (Barnes & Noble) would be his go-to.

As would antique shops. Those are his favorite.

Would be the first to leave the mall. Honks at the rest to hurry up.

A MC plushie from Build A Bear would perk him up, I think.

Mammon:

Has a coin purse, despite being broke. Lucifer takes it and hits him with it when he makes bad choices.

Obviously cannot be left unattended. (Do your job MC)

Spoils MC unconditionally after stealing Goldie back. (Spoils himself as well.)

The type to haggle prices.

Has been kicked out of most stores for haggling/stealing.

Food? Yeah. Like everything else, it goes on Lucifers tab please.

Resorts to stealing and gets caught.

Tries to steal cologne from Bath & Body Works while MC is shopping, only to spray himself in the eyes.

Makes MC at Build A Bear, makes MC pay for it.

Leviathan:

Only tagged along to go to Gamestop, Hot Topic, Spencers, and for the Asian food vendors. Otherwise he is being forced to go. Send help.

On his phone and switch the whole time, headphones on full blast. (He’s a pro at playing and walking.)

“I guess I’ll h-hold your hand MC. N-Not that I like you o-or anything-- y-you’re just so n-needy you’ll hold a filthy Otakus h-hand--”

“Can we go now?”

Talks MC’s ear off at his favorite stores. (Always listening ofc)

Due to sensory reasons, he avoids Bath & Body Works, though he’ll wait outside for MC.

Loves stim toys. Walks out of Hot Topic with a bag full of em.

You can find him at the arcade! Claw machines are his favorites!

He would share Dippin’ Dots with MC.

Would go to the pet shop to see fish and snakes ofc

Would go to Barnes & Noble for the mangas, duh

He would spoil MC in his own way. “It’s not like I l-love you or anything! I just didn’t want y-you to feel left out! Ugh!”

I think he would love Build A Bear. He would so build Lotan and Henry, and carry them everywhere. He would also love a plushie of MC.

Satan:

In this for Barnes & Noble or any bookstore really.

Actively avoids the others. (Except for MC)

Loves the cafe in B&N, would eat croissants with the blackest coffee while reading.

Lucifer physically curses Satan to follow him if he doesn’t leave w/ them.

Accompanies MC where ever they go/want to go. (Spoils them too.)

Would stop at the pet store to see the cats. Expect him to be there for a long while. Cats > you.

Stops at Bath & Body Works for warm scented candles.

Like Levi, Satan would LOVE stim toys.

Starbucks 100%

Would go to the movies with MC to watch movie adaptions of books.

The last to leave the mall, by closing time. Lucifer is angry.

Leaves with like, 50 new books.

Loves a cat plushie from Build a Bear, though a MC plushie would be better.

Asmodeus:

Would live in a mall for eternity if he could.

Takes his sweet time in every single store.

Manipulates a few human lackeys to carry his and MC’s bags. If he can’t find anyone, then Beel would suffice.

Takes MC to Sephora or Ulta to spice up their vanity wardrobe.

Would definitely take MC to Spencers for the risque stuff. ;)))

Bath & Body Works spree. (He has a huge collection of their products, duh.)

Would make MC at Build a Bear 100%, along with a bear of himself. (Rose bear for him!!!)

Wouldn’t splurge at the food court tbh, he doesn’t want to get dirty.

Would be the one to help MC choose fashionable clothing. (Lingerie, etc)

Though he does his own nails, I think he would still go to the salon w/ MC to both get their nails done. Mani/pedis, duh.

The type to try every. single. beauty. sample. in existence.

If you thought Mammon was a heavy spender... lol

Beelzebub:

“Hey MC, I’m hungry.”

Pulls MC to every food vendor until they flood a table with various snacks and food (Onlookers are shocked)

He would carry MC’s bags to exercise so long as MC feeds them.

His way of spoiling MC would be sharing his food, but I think he’d also buy MC stuff, like what he sees them taking an interest in, you know?

Would definitely hit the gym or martial arts training, whatever available in the mall at the time.

For additional exercise, carry both Asmodeus and his bags.

Would mistake soaps and candles at Bath & Body Works for food. Lord help us.

Better dip with Mammon before Lucifer kills the three of you for embarrassing him. (And that shoplifting charge)

Carries MC anytime they say their tired, or when MC wants a piggy back ride lol

Would love any food related plushie MC gets him, though he eats it because it looks too realistic.

Frequently checks on Belphegor who decides to sleep on a massage chair.

Helps MC reach the taller shelves.

Belphegor:

Tired Edge Lord(TM) didn’t want to go until he was yoinked into Spencers by MC. More face jewelry for him. Plus some quality time with MC is always best. (Works at Hot Topic too)

Finds a massage chair, falls asleep instantly.

(If) Lucifer manages to get him out of the chair, it’s a team lift.

Will wake up to MC or food, or both. Both are nice.

If he’s awake enough he would love it if MC shared their Dippin’ Dots with him.

If he has enough energy he would gladly hold MC’s hand as they walk together.

He would definitely be a candle man, and would love the soft scent candles Bath & Body Works sells.

Would love Build A Bear like the others. Cow plushies, and a plushie of MC are ideal to snuggle with.

Loves stim toys like Levi and Satan do.

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hiraeth-witch-11 · 1 year

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Magnolia Jasmine Part 2

Part 2: His Very Own MJ

Warnings: canon typical stuff, nothing really

Word Count: 1300ish

In the days that followed the wasp men’s attack, the media has gone crazy over the appearance of a new vigilante. Not that you have any intention of returning back to the hero scene, no this had been a one off. No one else knew that, though. They all assumed you’d be back after your heroic debut. Names were being flung around as different outlets scrambled to be the one who coined your official name. Some of them were quite silly like ‘The Wasp Whisperer’ and ‘Mother Earth’. Others you could admit had a nice ring to them. ‘Briar’ was fun, even if it was a bit of an insult in some places. ‘Queen Bee’ was cute. ‘Meadow’ was one of your favorites. You diligently avoid anything comparing you to your mother’s alter ego. The media is clueless to your heritage, but it’s an obvious connection to draw between 2 plant controlling women.

Business booms as children request flowers to be put in their hair, couples are reminded that it’s been a while since they got their S/O a bouquet, and displays are made by businesses to take advantage of the flower hero and their 15 minutes of fame. You exercise caution with your powers over the next week or two, aware of the potential for scrutiny.

You are closing up one evening as the rain is finally starting to let up, when a boyishly handsome man with a mop of brown hair comes jogging up to your door, just as you are about to turn the sign.

“Sorry, I know you’re ‘bout to close. Do you think I could grab a bouquet real quick before you close? I promised my aunt I would bring her some flowers for dinner tonight, but then I got caught up in the rain and I’m already running super late,” he pleads.

You smile as he rambles, it’s not like you have anything better to do with your evening. A few extra minutes don’t bother you.. “Sure, come on in.” You hold the door open for him and watch him track wet, dirty footprints through the front of the store.

I really need a better door mat, you think to yourself.

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver. I’m Peter, by the way,” he says as he grabs a small bouquet from the shelf and takes it to the register.

“I’m Maggy,” you offer though it may be obvious with the sign out front. You ring him up, carefully wrapping up the flowers and putting a loose bag over the tops in case it starts raining again.

“Well, Maggy. It was great to meet you. I totally owe you one.” Peter sticks some change in your tip jar and makes his way back to the door, noticing the footprints he tracked in.

“Oh jeez, I am so sorry. Let me clean this up.”

“It’s okay, you’re late to dinner. Go, I don’t mind,” you say honestly.

“If I wasn’t running so late I would stay and clean it. I’m so sorry, my aunt raised me better than this. You sure you don’t mind?”

“I really don’t. Go, enjoy the flowers.” You smile reassuringly as he gives you an apologetic look, dashing out the door and down the street.

You grab the mop and laugh a little. You try not to hope that you’ll see him again. It was a big city, you could go the rest of your lives without your paths ever crossing again. But you know what they say: it might be a big city, but it’s a small world.

*********

A week or so passes before you see Peter again. It’s sometime in the afternoon and you’re doodling little flowers on receipt paper as you wait for another customer. It’s warm today, even in the shop and your red hair is pulled up off your neck with a claw clip. Your legs swing freely as you perch on the stool behind your counter.

His hair is dry this time, though a bit messy, and in the sunlight, you can see how beautiful his chocolate brown eyes are. You can also see the gnarly shiner he has on his left eye. At the sight of him, you almost fall off your stool.

“Peter, what happened?” You blurt out in concern before you realize it would probably be more polite to ignore it.

“Oh, it’s fine, I just got mugged.” He says this all with a smile on his face, speeding past the whole ‘ and adding, “Anyways, I felt really bad about the other night and I wanted to come and apologize. I also feel like an idiot ‘cause I didn’t make the connection of your name and the shop.”

“It really is okay, Peter. I didn’t have anywhere else to be, I really didn’t mind. And yeah, Magnolia is a mouthful, it’s cool for a flower shop name, but I prefer Maggy or MJ.”

Peter looks at you with a mixture of surprise and awe. “MJ?”

“Yeah, my parents named me Magnolia Jasmine. You can’t even imagine how hard that is to get little kids to say. I went by MJ ‘til college.”

“Do you wanna get some coffee with me? I mean, obviously not now, I can see you’re busy, but some other time?” He’s all giddy energy, rocking back and forth on his heels, looking at you like you’re the moon and the stars.

“I don’t even know you, Peter…?”

“Parker, Peter Parker. And isn’t that the point of a date, to get to know each other better?” He asks with a grin.

You aren’t necessarily opposed to it, you can’t deny the connection you feel, but you aren’t going to be stupid. Safe dating practices was something your dad has hammered into your brain since you were 13.

“Tell you what, I’ll think about it, and in the meantime,” you scribble your name and number on the receipt paper that is covered in various drawings of flowers, “here’s my number, Peter Parker.”

Peter takes the paper with a grin, glancing at it before pulling out his phone, an older model with an extremely cracked screen, and adding you to his contacts. Your phone vibrates in your back pocket and you check it in time to see a message from a new number that says ‘it’s peter parker :)’.

“I gotta go to work, but I’ll text you later.” Peter ducks out the door. “Bye, MJ!”

*******

Peter hasn’t been able to get you off his mind since that first night when he tracked dirt through your store. You were absolutely beautiful with your red hair hanging loosely and your bright, hazel eyes. You had been wearing jeans and a gray t-shirt with some floral pun on it and he swore you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, dirt smudge on your cheek and all. He had made a note to visit you again as soon as he could.

Today, he had rushed to your store on his break. You’d been focused on your doodling when you looked up. He completely forgot that he was still healing a black eye, he should’ve waited another day.

Peter had been completely flabbergasted when you said your name was MJ. Ever since he got back from his multiversal adventure, he’s been keeping an eye out for his very own MJ. It’s not like he had been searching for you actively, there are far too many MJs in the world for that to make sense. But the moment you told him, he just knew that you were the MJ meant to be in his life.

Before meeting his pseudo-brothers, Peter would have struggled to come to terms with any sort of new relationship. The most he was comfortable with was casual flings and friends held at arm’s length. But when he caught Peter 1’s MJ, it was like he could finally forgive himself for what happened with Gwen. He’s been doing better, been lighter, something May had commented on. Peter is ready to at least get to know you. He’ll do better this time around. He will keep the lives of Peter Parker and Spider-Man separate. He’ll make sure you don’t get hurt. He can keep you safe if it comes to it. He’s certain of it.

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vacantgodling · 1 year

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A FOOL’S ERRAND

(oc kiss week day 4: CHARM)

wip: paramour ROLE SWAP AU (more info linked)—tl;dr amon is rich hya is a useless butler leggo

character(s): amon & hya (does not use his full name in this au)

warning(s): swearing, bickering, make outs, loose interpretations of the prompt lmao

after a riveting rendition of the famous “fools errand” play, the subject of the legitimacy of love potions comes up between master and butler. growing irritated with his master’s winding logic, hya decides to disprove amon’s theory. or prove it—depending on how you look at it.

A Fool’s Errand—one of the newer plays that was making its rounds on the theatre circuit, and one that Amon was finally convinced to witness in person after his good friend and confidant Myrtus insisted. It was an excuse to get out of the house to be something other than a loiterer at The Nimbus. His butler was none too pleased being dragged out of the house for something as “goddamn boring as a bunch of underdressed clowns playing pretend for three hours.” But A Fool’s Errand was different. Hya said hardly a word throughout the whole showing. Amon knew from the few other times he’d brought his grouchy eye candy along that bitching was a core tenant of his appreciation of art, so to hear not a peep until the final brava! well. Amon found it almost endearing.

“I still can’t wrap my head around it.” Amon prattled as they made their way through the sea of the exit crowd. “The idea of a potion to force someone to fall in love with you. How would it work, do you think?”

“Your ilk use it all the time.” Hya’s arms were firmly crossed over his broad chest, creating a barrier between himself and anyone who so much as brushed against him and Amon silently congratulated himself on his impeccable choice of outfit this evening. The deep brown lapels against Hya’s chocolate skin, accented with forest green and gold, made him a present fit for a king, and his butler knew as much. Amon knew that Hya knew that he was staring. But they’d long passed the point of feigning shyness. “How do you mean?” Amon asked.

“Put enough coins in front of someone and they’ll bark like a bitch when you command it.”

“I’ve waved quite a few dollars at you—“

“And I said someone.” Hya snapped. His mood was always foul when it was crowded, Amon knew. He quickly weaved them through the throngs of play seekers, until they’d reached the lighted streets of Central Town. It was then that Amon saw Hya’s shoulders start to relax. He grew more confident, and placed a hand on the small of Hya’s back. The butler didn’t flinch.

“Sure.” Amon agreed easily, returning to their conversation. “But money is a conscious choice, no? The idea of a charm or a potion that could override consent or incentive to get the results you want is… fascinating.”

“Because you’re disgusting.” Even with heat, Amon knew there was little malice. Hya still wasn’t really meeting his eyes, and he always did whenever he wanted something to sting. That, and his tone was off handed. Like a passing thought in a winding stream. If he imagined Hya stepping closer to him, it was a lie he’d let himself believe. “Do you think something like that would be possible?” Amon asked, ignoring him. Hya’s gaze flit to his, carefully neutral.

“Hilarious that you’re still entertaining the thought.”

Amon rolled his eyes. “Can’t you humor me, for once in your life?”

Hya didn’t answer. He simply looked back ahead of them. “We drinking?” He asked instead. Amon looked up to the ever looming orange glow of The Nimbus’s hailing sign. He must’ve steered them here without thinking.

“Ah.” Amon cleared his throat. It couldn’t hurt, he decided. “Why not?”

“You can hardly hold your liquor.” A rare smirk slid onto Hya’s face, but it was gone faster than Amon could admire it. He’d never understand how his brain let him tangle feelings with someone of such bad temper but he regrettably knew—some part of him, that deranged, ignorant part of him—liked that about Hya.

“You’re no better.” Amon’s protest fell on deaf ears and the two of them made their way inside.

As usual they sat near the back where they wouldn’t be disturbed, a private table Amon had a monopoly on for years. The first two or three drinks passed uneventfully. He talked, more about the play, the decor, other things, and Hya answered when it was pertinent. Still, even that was an improvement—vastly more open than the Hya who merely glared and grunted at him only a few months before. Amon knew the feeling swelling in his gut was dangerous—with only his heartbreak as real consequence yet like the cocktail that swirled in his glass, or the one that traveled boldly down Hya’s throat, he was helpless to its affects. It made him tip his head back to chase the bitter feeling with another bitter dram. Its welcome sting made him sigh with a hiss.

“Are you still thinking about it?”

“What?” Amon asked.

“The charm?”

“Oh.” Amon was somewhat surprised Hya was continuing to entertain him. He searched his thoughts, which were beginning to become muddled. “Of course. I was wondering what other affects such a potion could have on the body.” A bit of a lie but—Hya’s raised eyebrow emboldened him. “Would it be like an aphrodisiac?”

“What would be the point if it wasn’t?” Hya’s voice had gone low and smokey, as it did whenever they drank. A pleasant shiver raced down Amon’s spine. Hya leaned forward towards him, resting his elbows on the table. “There’s already a drink like that anyway. Overrides your consent. Makes bad decisions feel like good ones.” When Amon continued to stare at him blankly. Hya sighed heavily through his nose. “Alcohol. Dumbass. I’m talking about alcohol.”

“I was always under the impression that alcohol made you more honest. Unless there are certain…” Amon tilted his head, searching for a word. “Additives.” Hya hummed, thinking on it for a moment. When their eyes met again, Hya’s dark eyes were burning holes into him and Amon couldn’t deny how his heart leapt bodily into his chest.

“Removing your usual inhibitions is like being under a spell to me.” And Hya reached across the worlds of a table between them, grasping Amon by his tie. He dragged him forward, all strength and no balk, until Amon felt hot breath skating like ice shards across his lips. “Would you say that’s the spell you’re under?” He whispered. Hya answered him with a bite to his lower lip and a commanding sweep of tongue that made Amon’s knees nearly buckle. He righted himself and surged back, fisting rough hands into Hya’s suit and dragging him too, till they were both hanging off the table, having some ravenous conversation in the privacy of their tucked away table. When Hya pushed him back Amon’s head was spinning.

“You never answered.” Amon pointed out. Hya’s breathing was ragged, and Amon was magnetized to the way he scraped his tongue over his lips—as though he were trying to chase some flavor he may have left there.

“You figure it out.” Hya said, all gravel. He stood fully from the table, heading back towards the doors and disappeared into the rowdy crowd like stepping into his own shadow. A waitress hobbled by.

“Put one more on my tab!” He called. He needed a drink after that. She regarded him with a nod. Then, “What happened to your friend?”

“Oh he’s probably off sulking somewhere. I’ll cover his too.”

“Charmed.” She said, then ambled off.

Charmed indeed.

#s: paramour #ren writing #ockiss23 #oc kiss week #ockissweek #i was gonna do more for this but i started a new job so this is what i got #role swap au

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sideblogformindtrash · 1 year

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Monster Hunter AU

cw: some captivity/pet whump undertones and suggestive themes. Nothing much.

Haru takes a sip of his tea and rolls his eyes.

“For someone who spent a whole hour screaming at me for this, you are surely enjoying yourself Farlan”

Farlan makes a little squeaky sound back and dismisses him with a gesture, continuing to wiggle the toy in the air.

Meanwhile, Blue jumps and tries to catch it, giggling and enjoying the play.

“Well you didn’t say this was such a good boy - not you didn’t, no he didn’t-” Farlan says, scratching Blue’s hair and making him giggle.

“That’’sss r-r-r-right. B-b-blue is a h-h-handsome boy. E-e-everyone needs to, to know that, Ha-haru!” Blue giggles, biting the toy.

Haru groans back, at least this will exhaust Blue’s energy so he might sleep at night instead of running around howling and destroying furniture.

“Well. I guess at least you are okay with my plan now?” he asks, crossing his arms.

“Sure. If the little guy agrees” and with that, Farlan tackles Blue, messing his hair and trying to keep him pinned, as Blue giggles and kicks around until he’s free again.

“Of c-c-course Blue w-w-w-will help” he smirks “For the right, right pri-priiiice~~”

The audacity-

“How about me not killing you, giving you food and shelter and taking care of you even when you destroyed half my house?” He asks, in a mean tone, slightly threatening.

“...Well…. you did it because Blue is, is c-c-ute” He replies, unfazed, and then crawls closer with big big puppy eyes “And you w-w-wouldn’t put a poor B-b-blue alone o-o-out there in the c-c-cold harsh w-world would you?”

Haru tries to win the staring match but… is too much. He sighs.

“What is your price?”

Blue smiles victorious

“A looooot of choco!”

“You can’t give chocolate to dogs-” Haru replies.

“You can for werewolves” Blue pouts “Blue wants the chocoooo! Or no, no help”

“You’ll have it” Farlan promises, and Haru shoots him an annoyed glance.

“Don’t interfere on how I raise my kid-”

“That’s not a kid-” Farlan shrugs “It’s a wild animal. Kind of”

“They are the same thing” Haru sighs, falling back on the couch “Fine. Let’s just - get this over with”

He agrees, letting them get ready. Should be easy enough.

In fact, once they leave the bar, it is not hard to spot one of them. There’s always an unnatural glow to their skin, a hypnotizing rhythm to their movements on the dance floor, sharp eyes and teeth ready to take their prey away.

He turns around to go through the plan one more time and panics when he realizes blues just… gone.

Lots of thoughts cross his mind. Did he get lost?? Was he taken??

Feeling his heart beating too fast, he curses himself. He just got distracted for a moment there and he wandered off and… Fuck. He shouldn’t care.

He would be glad if blue left because then it wouldn't be his problem anymore… but who he's kidding? Blue is indeed a handsome boy!!

"Farlan!!! Where did Blue go?" He asks urgently, seeing Farlan is just as distracted as he is.

Farlan notices now too, and begins to search the room around him.

"Fuck - I thought you said he is obedient"

"...I literally never said it. He fucking bribed you and destroyed half my house why- why would you even-" Haru says, getting stressed. Doesn’t matter right now, it's more important to find him "I'll check the bar, you check the bathroom-"

He gets up at once, but when he turns around, he's faced with blue shoving something on his face.

"Blue- what - where did you go???" Haru rushes hugging him and holding him, trying to make sure he’s okay. If not for the boots he’d have to tiptoe to do this.

"...Blue got the dingus you wanted” he places a shiny coin on Haru’s hand.

"What? But the plan - how did you do it-”

“Blue just asked” he shrugs “You are, are o-o-overthinking this m-maybe”

“Yeah…maybe” He sighs, resting back against the counter, examining the shiny coin. It’s a silver material, and has… a very suggestive print on it, and a text reading ‘A place where your darkest desires come true’.

#monster hunter au #werewolf blue #monster hunter haru

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the-cinnamon-snail · 1 year

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Okay. So the TikTok Doubloon trend. I am going to make a DoubloonSona/TravelerSona, and this is the list of all the items and stuff that I currently have due to the shops and other gifts being given from other travelers and quest givers! I obviously can't fit all of this into one Sona, so some may be left out. But it's the thought that counts.

POSSESSIONS/BELONGINGS:

Clothes:

Bunched up sweater with a fabric crossing over the chest and leaning off onto an arm. Bunched up pants going down into footwear with another price of fabric wrapped and hanging down from two belts. Armor piece on left arm.

Lace Up Boots, Lift feet up a few inches off of the ground. Completely Black, Sorta Clunky.

Binder to wear underneath everything. Because I was given it for free and yes my Sona deserves it.

A nice fancy red shirt, with small ruffles on the lower sleeves. A small clasp on the neck where ruffles lower down from. Button up.

Double buttoned black pants that stretch out at the bottom, meant to be easy to run in.

A belt leading to faded dark green pants that scrunch up and end around the shin area, meant to be worn with boots. Chains from the belt for more style, clinking to avoid animals that may not want to be bothered.

Accessories:

A woven witch hat, black with the colors of blue and magenta and teal wove into it. Curls at the top instead of points, provides great shade, and signals a witch who has potential to be great.

Black cloak that goes down to the footwear, with a hood to cloak the face. Silver clasp across the chest.

Armor (leather?) chest piece, completely black, studded silver clasps to keep everything in place. Padded shoulders and a leather belt to fasten it.

A deep green jacket which is a button and clasp up. Woolen on the inside, very insulated for the warmth, 2 button closed pockets.

A dark blue cloak that is buttoned up, meant to be thrown over the head and cover only a bit down the thighs. Brown outlines and buttons, along with two pockets.

A ring where the gem part opens up, a small place to hide small things, perhaps a crystal.

A pair of green fairy wings earrings, looks a lot like wings, pretty small, perhaps hang from top of cat ears?

A small chain necklace around a black heart stone, the stone being set in a metal holding that looks like wings of a demon curled around it.

A necklace with a glass vial hanging off of it, it is filled with a red liquid and has a small chain of metal fangs hanging off of it. It is either blood or a health potion, more likely the potion.

A brown knitted beanie with two fluff balls hanging down from the sides, along with ear spaces in the beanie.

White hand warmers, made to keep warmth around the hands, also with heart patterns on the back of hands, where warmth radiates from.

Blue warm gloves, buttoned at the bottom so they can't be ripped off, small star patterns.

A crown of the wandering forest, a branch crown with green leaves sprouting out of it, allowing one to pass through nervous trees unseen.

Bags:

A small Doubloon coin bag, always having as many doubloons as needed, if none are needed, the bag is empty. No need to keep track of Doubloons except those given, only to give those away.

A huge leather backpack with 10+ different pockets to keep everything in and secure in place. Straps to go over one's back, and the size of one's back.

A travel bag given by a nice shopkeep, holding food and having a secret compartment for another previously mentioned warm (and dark green) wool jacket.

Another free bag to sling over a shoulder, to hold books and other small items like vials and jewelry.

Food:

Dino Nuggets, Unlimited in a cute little snack sack.

A few loaves of bread, always steamy and warm.

A bag of small brownies, including baked in chocolate chips.

Heart shaped biscuits, along with jam and honey for them.

Small meat pies and other actual foods to keep one full for longer.

Two bundles of mushrooms, tasty even when raw.

A couple of bowl containers holding soups and stews.

Items:

Travelers Notebook, to document travels and spending. Leather bound Journal with clips and instruments used to bind other books.

Unpolished crystals the size of one's hand. Many different crystals. Protection, blunt objects, and for many different spells (and curses.)

Another Notebook to write down wildlife and any other findings one could come across, along with experiences relating to those findings.

Three small patches of the Agender, Aromantic, and Asexual flags. To sew onto jackets, cloaks, or possibly even a bag or two.

A box of very rare cat crystals, not cat shaped, just Cat/Kitty Crystals. Count: 45 small ones. All colors and shapes, about 10 fitting in a hand?

Plushies, Including: Possum with moss on it's back, A small white bunny with a mushroom hat, a black cat with white around one eye and on it's tail with moss on it's lower back, A deer, A mountain goat with black splotches.

Plushie hats, including: A straw hat, a top hat, and a witches hat.

A very fluffy blanket, light gray in color. Can be very very big or just big enough to wrap around oneself, can block out any snow.

Old books and small papers on wisdom of the old when it comes to herbs, in both potions and cooking.

A book documenting mushrooms, all of those to live among the Doubloon world. Whether it be magical, taste good, or be deadly poisonous.

A witchy kit, including a spell book, parchment with spells on them, herbs, vials, ingredients for potions, crystals, jars, necklaces with fortune telling pendants, and any items needed to brew potions like crushers.

A small but long vial filled with glowing blue liquid, the vial wrapped in black metal. Luck Potion.

A circle vial with a cork at the top, and the top wrapped in a leather strip so it's capable to hang off of bags or belts, red liquid with flowers on the inside, Health Potion.

A pack filled with matches, wooden with green tips, meant to start fire that can't be blown out with wind.

A lantern wrapped in green metal as well as actual vines. Bronze holding a circular thing of glass where the light emits from, unable to be snuffed out accidentally, offers protection from creatures of the dark.

Weapons:

Angel Blade (A sword with angel wings on the hilt. Yellow Runes decorate the blade. Can drain someone's life force to heal another.)

Whip Shredder (Sends slashes through the air that cause minimal damage to anything not the target. Deadly should it touch you.)

Regular silver sword with a metal hilt, and the handel being completely black aside from a gold place where one should put their hand.

An enchanted dagger, with a completely golden hilt. The Blade is made out of pure black stone that glows red when in a fight, deals extra damage.

Regular double knives usually fastened against one's belt, ready at a moment's notice to be drawn, silver and an edge at the beginning of the blade, with gold handles.

A regular small blade with a half circle at the bottom of the handle to wrap your fingers around, leather wrapped handle, and a metal blade sharpened to a point with a small red pattern at the bottom, stored on the inside or in a secret pocket of a boot.

Companions:

Moon (White Regular Cat with Brown and Black Splotches. Blue Eyes. Doesn't like people much, But Loves Ear Scratches.)

Ellie (A small white mouse with big black ears. Black circle on her back. Loves Climbing All Around.)

Ocean (A small brown mouse with pink ears and a white splotch down the back of his head. Loves swimming.)

Star Dragon: Ups Navigation All The Way, And Gives Sleepy Cuddles. Dark Blue with light purple chest and wings, which have constellations on them. Star on cheek. Small Dragon.

A Ferret, brown with white face markings, can burrow through snow at a face pace, named Noodle.

A very small yellow and white spider that loves to sit on shoulders, can grab small crystals out of the dirt with ease, as well as scout ahead for warnings.

A giant (like very very big) black dog like wolf, a perfect companion to play with and possibly catch a ride on if needed, He is happy to help on adventures.

A small and baby cow, adorable, and prevents any and all robberies.

A rabbit that can fit in a pocket, luck increase by 25%.

A small frog that likes to sit on heads, his name is Greg.

#tiktok trend thing whatever #DoubloonSona #TravelerSona #Doubloon #DoubloonTok #just posts #character #sorta

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welldonebeca · 2 years

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Little Red Riding Hood (I)

Summary: When her car breaks down in the middle of Kansas, Red crosses paths with the Winchester brothers. Grandma really should have taught her to stay away from big, big wolves. Not that she would listen. WC: 1.2k words Warnings: None, so far.

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Red squinted, trying to see the street right under the light.

She had never seen so much rain before.

This was the longest trip she had ever tried making. Mum had suggested she took a flight instead of driving across the states to see grandma, but a roadtrip was something she always wanted to make.

She had lived in her small town so long that now she took every single chance she had to see the world.

The problem was that she was starting to regret it now.

After hours and hours of just seeing wheat fields, this was the first town she saw, which was a relief. Red was exhausted. Hopefully, they had a motel or something, and she could stop and sleep a little.

Fate, of course, was laughing right in her face.

Suddenly, her car jolted and stopped, sinking down.

Oh, no.

"Fuck," she growled, opening the door just enough to look at the ground.

Mud. She was stuck in the mud.

Red closed the door again and tried to make the car move, but she could see it was only sinking deeper.

She groaned and got out, covering her eyes from the rain and finding her car just stuck, practically completely sunk in it.

Fuck, this couldn't be happening.

It was almost 10pm now, raining and the lady time she had had any phone reception was four towns ago.

She couldn't stay here.

Red looked over at the town and then her car, and stopped.

She had to get there. But she couldn't leave her car behind! It was her baby!

Red braced herself and picked her purse, holding tightly to it before heading down, and immediately saw a 24h gas station.

Fuck, good.

She rushed inside, and the tired cashier just stared at her.

"Hey, my car broke down," she explained. "Is there anyone I can call?"

The man hesitated.

"Maybe?" he asked. "There is a mechanic across the town."

“Yes,” she confirmed, quickly.

She needed help. Right now.

“How do I call them?”

He squinted a little.

“I think they are sleeping right now,” he decided, pulling a card from somewhere. “It’s late now.”

She reached out, taking it from his hand.

“I’ll take it,” she decided. “Is there a landline I can use?”

He shrugged and pointed at a phone across the room.

“You’ll need a coin for that.”

Red scoffed, getting her wallet and giving it to him, grabbing some chocolate bar and putting it on the counter too.

The cashier rang it, and gave her a few of those phone coins, and he scoffed before going there.

She typed the number slowly, and opened the chocolate bar, expecting it to ring for a while, but a man picked it up right away.

“What?” he grunted.

“Good evening,” she greeted quickly. “My car got stuck, I’m from a different state, I need help.”

He grunted.

"Are you fucking serious? Listen, kid, I don’t have time for this.”

Red almost whined. No, she couldn’t be left in this place.

“I’m not kidding,” she insisted. “I really need help. My phone is not working, you’re literally the only number this cashier gave me.”

There was silence on the other side, and a different voice caught you.

“Hello?” a different man asked.

Oh good, now she was going to be passed through mechanics until they picked her up.

“Hi,” she sighed. “My car got stuck, I need help. Please.”

He sighed on the other side.

“Of course,” he agreed. “Where are you?”

She breathed in relief.

“I… don’t know,” she confessed. “My car is outside of town, there are a bunch of wheat fields and a red and green gas station near.”

He hummed along.

“Yes, I know where that is,” he decided. “What are you doing out in this weather?”

Red glared at the phone.

Oh, of course, because she was a witch and knew what the weather would be like in a tiny town in a state she had never been in before she left.

“It wasn’t like this when I left,” she answered.

The man sighed.

“We’ll be there in 15 minutes, you can wait in the gas station, ma’am.”

. . .

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#Little Red Riding Hood #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester smut #dean winchester fanfiction

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fleurcareil · 11 months

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East Ontario: Bon Echo and Ottawa areas

And off I go! 9am Thursday 1st June I'm starting my cross Canada road trip with an overloaded car and at 54,836km...

First stop is one of my favourite things in Ontario; paddle boarding along the Mazinaw Rock in Bon Echo Provincial Park, midway between Toronto and Ottawa. After having traversed the entire GTA one last time on the QEW, Gardiner, DVP and 401 highways, I finally escaped the madness and got to spend a few lovely hours on the water, searching for the pictographs that Indigenous people created a long time ago. The first time I tried to find them was with my mother by kayak, but not having a clue what it exactly was that we were looking for, we found none until we realised on a boat tour that they're tiny and just above the water, whereas we had been craning our neck to scour the high cliffs for anything that seemed remotely like a drawing 😂. Since then, I had already come back once to explore by SUP, however now in the mid-week quiet without other tourists & motorboats it was magical!

Starting my trip during an unexpected heatwave (32C!) has been tiring as I was constantly sweating but at least it meant I was not freezing at night which had been my fear. In the morning I did my regular 20-minute hulahoop wake-up routine but this time on the beach overlooking the cliffs... Great way to start the day and as bonus there were no mosquitos!! I kinda had forgotten how bad it can be in spring, but after two miserable attempts at a hike, I realised I will be doing most of my exploring by water until the bugs have died off. That said, so far it's only been mosquitos which have mass-targeted me, without the deer/black/sand/other nasty flies, so I guess it can & will still get much worse.

Instead of hiking, I ended up paddling two little lakes at Sheffield Conservation Area just south of Bon Echo, which is the most southern location to experience the Canadian Shield... it was not as majestic as up north but the bare granite rocks hold their beauty wherever they are! The channel between the lakes turned out to be blocked by a beaver dam, which made me realize that the pretty water lilies that I had seen earlier were basically the beaver's vegetable garden 😜. I had never seen a beaver dam up close from the water, so it was cool to see how it's constructed with a slope of soil upstream, intertwined with branches for extra stability. I tried to spot the beaver as well, but no luck (the only time I've seen a beaver was at Leslie Spit in Toronto of all places!). Someone had already created a little portage trail around the dam so that I could continue to the next lake and eat lunch on a little island (with my feet out of the water as the fish were trying to nibble).

Am now on a campground on the Quebec side for 3 nights to spend some time around Ottawa; after not having done a campfire on the first night I was looking forward to one and bought a 1-kilo bag of marshmallows and my favourite chocolate (dark, orange & sea salt) for s'mores, but the entire province is under a fire ban due to the many forest fires that are out of control.... Am afraid this is going to be a recurring theme this summer, we need to fix climate change asap!! Without a fire to chase them away, I'm already completely fed up with the mosquitos at the end of the 2nd day, so I spent the evening in my "living room" tent, which is a blissful haven to eat, read and drink some wine.

Spent Saturday very chilled in the capital; although downtown Ottawa is small it is very lively due to all the tourists (like me) and I always enjoy walking around the highlights; I had planned to visit the National Art Gallery but wasn't attracted by any of the current exhibits so gave it a miss and visited the neighbouring Royal Mint instead for what turned out to be a private tour of the facilities - cool to see how they make 99.99% pure silver and gold coins! Thereafter past the Rideau Canal to Parliament Hill which was disappointing because of the construction but also because I couldn't find my favourite sculpture 'Women are Persons!" celebrating the suffragette movement that allowed women to vote...I did find it later in front of the Senate building, but only after I attended (unplanned) the annual D-Day commemorative ceremony at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. We cannot afford forgetting the horrible impacts of war so it was a sobering but important moment. I ended on a Byward patio; nothing beats drinking a beer in the sun and watch the world go by!

And today I had a beautiful day at Gatineau Park where I had never been despite having wanted to on previous trips, due to rain/snow etc...I initially did not plan to hike and go supping instead but there was a lot of wind and it turned out no mosquitos due to the cooler weather, so I ended up doing several hikes after all, up to some viewpoints that were no longer visible (as is often the case as they don't cut the trees so that beautiful view when the bench was installed 10+ years ago is long gone), around Pink Lake which is green from the many algae, and to a waterfall that hadn't seen a lot of rain but was pretty nevertheless. I always struggle with making forest hike pictures interesting as it's very green without much variation and not able to capture the true essence of hearing the wind & the birds, the dappled light on the forest floor etc. Tried anyway, and also made a picture of the forest along the parkway to capture the bright apple green of the trees in spring, so refreshing! Ended the day at the Champlain lookout over the Ottawa valley.

Not sure I'll keep up writing so much each time but am clearly excited about how the trip has started so far! 😍

Wildlife: 1 marmot (Bon Echo), 2 male mergansers fighting with each other (Bon Echo), 10,000 mosquitos (Bon Echo), 2 snakes (Toronto Island and Sheffield), 2 turtles (Gatineau), 2 deer (along the road in Gatineau)

SUPs: three (Toronto Island, Bon Echo, Sheffield)

Hikes: one small one (eaten alive) and one aborted (more eaten alive), both at Bon Echo. Three hikes at Gatineau (no single mosquito bite!)

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itoof137 · 2 years

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what’s 42*C?

You have picked a fic wip yayyyyyyyyyy 🥳

This is a fairly fresh project I just started. But nonetheless, I like it best from all the things I've ever written before. 👁️👄👁️

Basically it follows Kaito Kuroba - a famous magician, recently return to Japan - as he went through the hottest day of the year (42°C - I actually put it in the name because I don't know what to name this fic yet). How an unfortunate event leads him to meet the person he wanted to meet most. To finally reveal Kid's final trick on that fateful day 8 years ago, and where to find home again.

Just a jumble of feelings and stuffs lololololol

Midday, 42 degrees. Today is the hottest day of the year.

Kaito left the sound of deafening cicadas behind the glass doors of the police station. He glanced across the main hall, gently shaking the sultry moisture from the folds of his suit, and out of habit, find his way toward old man Nakamori's Office.

Over a year and a half, the police station had changed a lot, but strangely remain the same. New, old faces shouting welcome back to him in the hallways. The heavy brown wooden doors are replaced with lighter ones. The resting corner has two more coffee makers and a vending machine. None of the new ones catches his eyes, but the chocolate chip mini bar that he used to buy every time delivering lunch is still in the same place. The rusty, brown coin slot rattles two, three times before receiving money, just like before. And the noise it makes to operate is comparable to the cicadas outside. Well, this machine is really old. He gently strokes the faded instruction manual before bending down to receive his order.

That is when he noticed a small figure nestled on a bench in a nearby corner.

The person's shirt was buttoned up to neck, the left lap half-opening, revealing a piece of scarred skin. A thin, strong hand crossed over their forehead, blocking his view from the stranger's face, soft, jet-black hair spreading beneath it. Reminds him of the ruffled head of the boy he used to hold eight years ago.

Oh, and here i where to find more wips to ask

#wip challenge #wip #wip game #kaishin #shinkai #fanfic #my fic <3

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flusteredmoonn · 5 months

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sparks fly; sirius black

summary: "kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain," in which she shows him around muggle london, and he is amazed.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble??, fast paced, implied gryffindor!reader, non-pureblood reader, implied pre-existing relationship, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 600+

speak now tracklist. request.

the pair walked out of a dingy alleyway they had discretely apparated to, small gusts of laughter filling the air between them as they stepped into the bustling streets of central london.

lights decorated the old architectural buildings that lined the streets, transforming the usually dirty and rugged streets into a warm atmosphere. he reacher her hand, interlocking their fingers before gently swinging their hands back and forth.

she smiled gleefully at him, amazement swimming through his features as his eyes darted round at all of the commotion, couples eternalising themselves with disposable cameras, to the santa display where young children lined the block with their parents as they waited to tell the undying man of their festive desires.

he, of course, was aware of the muggle tradition, as many of his peers back at hogwarts gushed over the holiday in their first year. before they matured out of it and there were bigger things to worry about.

y/n pulled him forward, now leading him purposefully through the busy streets. they waited at several junctions, crossing when the lights flashed green whilst weaving precariously between sparkling buildings.

eventually, they had come to a halt. they had walked into a quieter part of town, scarcely scatter families gathered around in the central part of the market. fairy lights were strung along the tents where shopkeepers smiled kindly at passers by.

the girl walked up to a small drink tent,

"two medium hot chocolates please," she spoke to the attendant, who typed the order into the register.

"that'll be eight pounds fifty," the shopkeeper kindly smiled as y/n opened the clasp of her purse and shifted coins around until she pulled out the appropriate coins.

the pair then moved to wait for their drinks be ready as the boy looked confusedly at the machinery visible in the shopfront.

the girl laughed slightly at his confusion, "those machines do things like froth the milk, and warm the water for the drinks," she clarified for him.

"ahh right, okay," his tone still lingered with confusion. a beat of silence overtook them.

"you know, i'll never understand how muggle currency works," sirius spoke up again, quietening his voice and looking around so no one in the muggle world heard the talks of magic.

"i'm sure you'll get the hang of it eventually, after all, it is very similar to how pounds work here," y/n responded thoughtfully, before being called to collect their drinks.

they stopped holding hands as they wrapped them around the hot beverage, heating them up against the frostbitten air. sirius and y/n moved to sit down at a two seater table in the back corner of the little hospitality area, idle chatter held amongst them as the long haired boy continued to admire his surroundings.

from the outside, he could've easily been recognised as a tourist who was holidaying over the christmas season. to the girl, however, his innocence toward the populated city was, and its yearly traditions for non magical folk. his amazement was adolescent, and somewhat amusing to the girl, who tried the best to conceal her laughter.

he was happy. and it was because of her.

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lmxkr · 8 months

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OH MY GIRL! | 장윤호 – P1. A friend to lean on ୨୧

summary` – Noh Hyejin, a girl who has an identity for being popular among the males at her school. Not until Yunho and Hyejin crossed paths.

genre` – fluff and crack, add a little spice of angst

pairing` – jang yunho x named!reader

warning` – mild cursing, mentions of cheating, toxic relationship (🚫), i think that's all :D

note` – this is based on a thai movie OMG! Oh my girl (highly recommend for you to watch it!) please reblog or like if you love it! you can also tell me your opinion abt this fic in the ask box! 🗳️ i tried making it a 'he fell first, but she fell harder' kinda trope 😭 CUZ WHO WOULDN'T FELL HARDER FOR THE ONE AND ONLY JANG YUNHO????

💬: I Like You, Hyejin

"I like you too, Seungjun"

The boy giggled in response to the girl's response.

Unfortunately, Seungjun isn't the male lead character.

As his friend confessed to his longtime crush, the male lead is only observing from a corner.

But first, let's get to know about the female lead before we learn more about the male lead.

Noh Hyejin :

- Has a lot of followers on ig

- Most of the girls don't like her

- A PLAYGIRL (based on the rumors!)

Jang Yunho :

- Future Kpop Idol !!

- Likes to Dance !!

- Mixed feelings about Hyejin :D?

During the second and third year, Yunho doesn't really know her in particular.

The two we're always bumping to each other, but Yunho didn't even give a single shit about it.

"Excuse me, do you have any coins I can borrow?"

Hyejin asked him, as Yunho fished into his pocket to get some coins.

Before he could gave it to her, a boy suddenly appeared out of nowhere put a coin in a vending machine.

Yunho just looked at him; mouth gaped while holding the coin.

"I do.. have a coin" the boy spoke while he is out of breath, Hyejin was about to pick the bottle water from the floor but the boy was fast enough and handing it to her.

"Thanks.." She said grabbing the bottle water from his hand, the boy put his arm on her shoulder as they start to walk away.

Yunho then scoffed at the sight.

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Until one day..

A magical moment floated by..

Suddenly ₩5000 flew in front of them, they stared at it before Yunho suddenly rushed at it and Hyejin followed; Yunho's hand was above Hyejin's, so Hyejin removed her hand but when Yunho was about to get the money, Hyejin put her hand on the other side of the money.

"My hand was under yours." Yunho said while looking straight to Hyejin.

Hyejin then grinned and said "But now it's not, is it?"

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"Thank You" Hyejin said while getting the chocolate drink from the counter.

Hyejin then handed Yunho the chocolate drink and the change, saying, "Here." Yunho took the chocolate drink and the change, stating that "I've never thought of you to be someone like that." "Like what?" Hyejin said, slightly lifting her right brow. Yunho continued, "Greedy."

"But we can't be equally at fault," Hyejin mocked, crossing her arms, "you're more at fault than me, because I got ₩2000 and you got ₩2100 plus a chocolate drink."

Yunho then turned at the chocolate beverage in his right hand and stated, "Oh, this is to silence me." Hyejin merely nodded.

Yunho then returned his gaze to the sky, saying, "Fine, I won't tell anyone." He drank the chocolate drink while his pinky was up. Hyejin then noticed his pinky and pondered something. "Promise?" Hyejin said, pulling her pinky up and brushing it against Yunho's pinky.

Yunho stared at her, surprised, and Hyejin chuckled, "I thought you wanted to pinky swear."

"I'm going." Hyejin said while picking her bag from the ground. Yunho watched where she was going until she disappeared from his sight.

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"Hey, Yunho. I need your advice." Yunho's friend inquired, then continued, "I'm interested in this girl. Give me a pick-up line."

"Are you in high school, Seungjun?" Yunho expressed to his friend. "I haven't seen anyone ever confess their love successfully yet," Yunho added.

"It's usually, casually talking and then becoming an item," Yunho said, looking at him blankly, "I don't know, I'm impatient." Seungjun added, "I just wanted to try my luck."

Yunho then scratched his head and glanced at the ceiling, trying to come up with a pick-up line in response to his friend's request.

"Uh.. then try this." Yunho suggested, "Walk over to her, don't say anything, then send her a text telling her that you like her, in front of her.. Sounds good?" Yunho said, "Damn!" Seungjun exclaimed, shakily waving his finger, "That's awesome!"

"You know I'm joking, right?" Yunho asked. "Your mind is anti-anti social network, huh?" Seungjun went on. Yunho glanced at him, puzzled. "I know you're deep," Seungjun remarked, patting Yunho on the shoulder. "Thanks a lot, bro," he murmured as he walked over to her. "Sure.." Yunho simply nodded and grinned awkwardly.

Yunho couldn't figure out why that worked. Yunho was upset that his friend had stolen his shot. Unfortunately, it began to rain.

But the joke is on Seungjun, because Yunho knows that Seungjun never carries an umbrella on him.

Yunho then opened his umbrella as he watched his friend and her become soaked.

Suddenly, the rain became heavy and the wind became stronger, forcing the umbrella Yunho was holding to be blown away by the wind, leaving him being drenched.

Seungjun and Hyejin, we're cheerfully running while holding hands in the rain. Meanwhile Yunho.. erm.. his good!

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"I was explaining it to you!"

"What?"

"What the hell are you trying to explain?"

"You've never trusted me, right?"

"From what I saw, I can't trust you anymore."

Yunho was merely sitting in the corner, listening to the couple's conflict.

"Then do you want to break up? Let's do it." Hyejin cried. "Just say it."

"Say it," Hyejin mumbled, her voice shaking. Seungjun then began to distance himself from her. "I'm not breaking up!" Seungjun screamed from a distance.

"Shit." Hyejin murmured, brushing her up and sat at the corner.

"You're thinking I'm stupid, right?" Hyejin asked him while looking at floor, Yunho then stand up and went to her slowly. "Well, you're not stupid" and sat next to her, "You're just.. a masochist."

"i just found out.. when he's with you, he's like this." Yunho continued, Hyejin then scoffed. "What the hell's wrong with him? Always breaking up, or should I just called it quits?" Hyejin said trying to hold her tears. "Hey.. I'm not giving out pointers, but.. it depends, do you like to cry or not?" Yunho suddenly asked. Hyejin nodded, "You're so sharp, Mr. Knife." Hyejin then looked at him, "Your sharp words have dried my tears up, see?"

"By the way, this is known as giving pointers," Hyejin explained. "Hey, I mean it.. I'm not good at consoling people." Yunho said, "Well.. anyway, why don't you ask your friends for advice?" Yunho said, "I did ask Ryujin for an advice." Hyejin gave Yunho a look. "But instead she told me off. She's easily irritable." Hyejin said playfully, Yunho chuckled, then observed, "Then asked someone else." Yunho then noticed Hyejin's mood drop, "Hey.. Don't tell me, you don't have any friends?" Yunho asked. Hyejin then stared at him, her eyes welling up, and Yunho chuckled loudly, pointing his index finger at her.

"This is so unfair," Hyejin exclaimed, "I really don't understand. 'I change guys often.'" Hyejin continued, "I've only had two boyfriends. If I don't say anything, I become a snob. But if I'm friendly, they say I'm a slut. I know the guys who befriend me don't want to be my friend. What am I supposed to do?" Yunho then began to slowly pat Hyejin's back, "I don't have any friends, no one wants to be my friend!" Hyejin screamed angrily. "Am I supposed to be careful about what I say to people? Why isn't anyone blaming the guys?" Hyejin asked.

Yunho then just stood there staring at her, not knowing what to do to make her stop weeping. "Hey Hyejin, what's stuck in your tooth?" Yunho questioned, quickly pulling his phone from his pocket and taking a photo of Hyejin, then showing Hyejin the photo while laughing and saying, "Look! You're as hideous as a monkey. So damn ugly."

Hyejin then began to cry again, which caused Yunho to glance at her in fear. Yunho then looked aside and began to think of a method to make her stop sobbing again, but when he looked at her, he discovered something on her hair: a cockroach. Yunho stared in terror at the insect.

Yunho hurriedly snatched the bug from her hair and stood up, his left arm raised in a fist. "What?" Hyejin inquired, perplexed. "Cockroach," Yunho replied, anxiously glancing down at the floor. Hyejin hurriedly rose to her feet, seeking around for the cockroach, and said, "Shit! Shit! Where?! On my head? Yunho, aren't you afraid?" She looked back at Yunho, seeing his left arm raised, and she gazed at it confusedly.

Yunho then shakily opened his palm, and the cockroach moved in his hand till it went into his sleeve, causing Yunho to scream in panic and shuffle around so the cockroach could flee.

He then hugged the side railing, his face contorted with dread, which made Hyejin giggle. Yunho gave his hand to Hyejin for support, which prompted Hyejin to step closer and grab his hand. Hyejin then pulled out her phone and used the chance to take a photo of him as payback.

💬 (Hyejin) : [sent a photo]

💬 (Hyejin) : HANDSOME!

[sent a photo] : (Yunho) 💬

[sent a gif] : (Yunho) 💬

↑ Your Brother? ↑ : (Yunho) 💬

Hyejin then looked at the message, her mouth dropped open, and she looked at Dongsik, tapping his shoulder with a pen she was holding, "Dongsik, has Yunho ever done anything like embarrassing?" Dongsik snickered and pulled his phone from his pocket, showing Hyejin an embarrassing photo of Yunho in his gallery.

💬 (Hyejin) : [sent a photo]

💬 (Hyejin) : A person or A dog?

💬 (Hyejin) : [sent a gif]

Yunho scoffed at the message and repeatedly pressed the gif he sent, causing Hyejin's notification to balloon up due to his spamming.

They kept messaging each other even at night as time passed.

💬 (Hyejin) : That's enough

[sent a gif] : (Yunho) 💬

💬 (Hyejin) : My phone crashed

[sent a gif] : (Yunho) 💬

And so on; Yunho isn't stopping, and neither is Hyejin. Ryujin, Hyejin's roommate, just stared at her blankly while holding her phone.

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"Well.. I think I'm someone who is not good at anything. I don't have a clue what I'm going to do after graduation. Like, there's nothing I want to do or anything I'm especially good at."

"It's so damn sad."

Yunho then returned his gaze to the busy area, where people were dancing while a band performed in front of them.

"I don't think so. My Mom's friend is like you, constantly changing jobs, but she seems happy trying out this and that." Yunho suggested, "Why don't you give it a try, like a reviewer?"

Hyejin then grinned at him and added, "Then what about you? Why do you want to be a kpop idol?" Yunho then looks around at the folks in front of them. "Because... I wanted to show them what my talent is and what I am good at," Hyejin replied playfully, "For real? I've heard so many idols say that words everytime."

Yunho then sighed, "I just wanted some clout." Hyejin's eyes opened, causing her to gaze back at him before looking away again, and she clapped her hands, "Now that's the real one!" she exclaimed. Yunho broke out laughing.

As the music became louder and more people began to cheer, they looked around the room. Yunho returned his gaze to Hyejin and leaned in close so she could hear what he was about to say. "Hyejin, do you wanna join in there?" he asked, pointing at the crowd.

"Never mind. People are going to talk," he changed his mind. Hyejin then squinted at him, observing his facial expression. "Well, if you want, we can go there separately," Hyejin said, so he could hear what she was about to say.

Yunho nodded and rose up, offering his hand to help Hyejin stand up from her seat; she held his hand while standing up and thanked him afterwards.

"Excuse me," Hyejin said as they walked through the crowds, sneaking glances at each other while watching the band in front of them perform.

TO BE CONTINUED | next – P2. New dude

#kingdom #kingdom kpop #kingdom fanfic #kingdom fanfiction #kingdom oneshot #kingdom imagines #kingdom arthur #jang yunho #jang yunho fanfic #jang yunho fanfiction #jang yunho oneshot #jang yunho imagines #kpop fanfic series

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midnightscxre · 1 year

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💕 for any of our muse pairings

Through the waves of time, people's cravings for purpose summed in some made up holiday didn't change, only the types of traditions, purpose on this fabricated ' special days ' marked on calendars and uncreative names did. However, something about Valentine's day tickled the hardened man under the ribs, observing this humorous holiday awoke some type of curiosity but in the same time reminded him how the creatures of his kind view mortals as ant colonies, programed to follow the masses no matter what, starving for some imaginary sense of belonging. Furthermore, the concept of this ' hearts and rainbows , love is in the air for everyone ' seemed even more preposterous than just embracing it as a scram plotted by flower shop, chocolate and teddy bear factory. Even Marcellus, a heartless monster, was able to process one simple thing - If you adore, sense passion and love towards someone, why count 365 days each year to show it in some grand, unique, enviable way ? To buy the biggest bouquet of roses, to snatch the fluffiest bear that holds the heart with their initials sewed in it from Target's shelf, to book a fancy table in some prestigious restaurant where food portions are a size of a half a slice of bread but they charge half of your monthly rent for the exotic name of the dish you can't even pronounce. And above all, not the rose, not the food, not even the bear will survive for long nor have any useful purpose in the long run. It was all meaningless, waste of their expendable cord of life.

Did it for the memory? What is the use of one if the other days with your ' so loved one ' are grey, forgetful and negligible. Marcellus was. . . surprised this, well not friendship but relationship with no specific label, survived for this long. Due to his nature, do to her own, the elephant like difference between two worlds, and this was no Twilight movie, which Marcellus was quite fond of -- because he never laughed so hard at a movie yet. A divine comedy, sparkling vampires babysitting humans while werewolves growl on the boarders they are afraid to cross. He respected fiction, gift of imagination, but this -- was abnormally stupid.

When she asked the question, puzzlement nor shock came even close to his expression. The dark eyed man knew this question was not simplistic, she was more intelligent than to expect a monster to take her on a date while she squeezes his arm taking selfies for Insta or whatever the hit platform was in this time. " Did you know female wolves duck under the male's neck when facing a threat? For an ignorant observer it would seem as if she is taking shelter, hiding under the stronger one. But that is far from the truth. She does it to protect the weakest part, the throat, ready to strike and preserve its mate life. "

Callused palm fished something out from his jacket. Rethinking this had no point, doubting his decisions waste of time, concerning himself about how she might take this - trivial. His reasons were his own. " Most of us go for the neck. Not because you humans present any type of threat, its just a delicacy. Thin skin, fresh blood, feeling of the pulse hitting the dry lips. . . gruesome to you, quite easily understandable for the likes of me. " Stepping closer to the woman, he stole a few seconds enjoying the scent of this mortal. Quite unique, in a few different ways -- worthy of preserving.

Well, better said - possessiveness didn't change through centuries of his existence just like the attractive face. Without further ado, a small box covered with velvety green coat gnawed with time appeared in his rough palm. Thick fingers pressed the golden button in the lower part of the box, and it opened. Medallion, not bigger than a simple coin placed in the middle. It was obviously old, far from this age in which they lived. Emerald edges bordered with nacre in the middle, from which mountains were cut, and a small pearl represented the full moon. " Quite impressive piece of jewelry. However, while your kind would only see profit determined by the age of this piece, to the beasts is far more impressive. "

Hand cold as ice reached for her delicate one where the warmth of life resided and rivers of blood flowed under the soft skin. Marcellus placed the box in on her palm, continuing the origin story of the medallion. " Crafted by the one very powerful voodoo witch. " a grin and a moment of swimming in the past while he recalled the magnificent lady. " Unfortunately, the times of slavery robbed her of this treasure, falling into the greedy hands of the so called madam Ophellia Jordiana. She was so petrified of the monsters and death we bring, she would do anything to protect herself. . . however. . . " Man could not refrain from a devilish chuckle. " Remember how I told you I am the last of my kind? Well, I was born in the time before the voodoo witch, before they could know what I am. . . so the medallion, in its full glory and power could subdue a whole pallet of different atrocities of the night. . . but not me. "

Pride flashed over the sinister expression residing on his face. " I made her swallow it. Then I ravaged her neck and drained her from the last drop, opening the flesh as if it was mere wrapping paper to retrieve what was stuck inside. " Finger pointed to the obvious, the medallion. Marcellus gave Noah a few seconds to process this, not concerned about the opinion she might form about him -- it can't be much worse than it already is. Although, making her stomach turn was not point of this gift. " Your little expeditions in the middle of the night, tracing down wolves and whatever other animal you will find interesting in the future, is bound to attract someone far more dangerous. And see, I don't quite like to share. " No further explanation of what he meant followed, as he changed the course of the sentence. " So you will wear it. It will guard that mortal neck from other undesirable, lethal ' hickeys '. " No doubt this was not open for discussion. " But, on the other hand you can brag to you little circle of friends about you Valentine present, love. I don't mind the need for attention you humans have. " Cheeky grin, arms folded on the muscular chest. " Happy with your choice for a Valentine? "

#gldnhour: noah #ft. marcellus

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kathleen-tonn · 2 years

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Pleasure takes on many forms…by Kathleen TonnPleasure can be appreciated through simple gestures. .Would you believe that my time spent with Dustin ranks up there with one of the funnest days I've experienced while living on the East Coast. How so Kathleen? Hold your horses, I will tell you. :)I stopped at Walmart yesterday. There was Dustin putting coins in the self-service register. He didn't know that I saw him standing outside when I pulled into the parking lot. Just like a mother, I sprang into action. I retrieved chocolate milk and bagels from the grocery bags I haphazardly placed in my car. As I offered the food to Dustin, I asked him, "do you remember me?" Dustin stated, "yes, I remember you." I then asked him if he wanted to do some shopping with me. He agreed. So the cart was filled with items he could use including deodorant. It was fun shopping with him. Theconversation was so natural that when he asked if he could get a T-shirt, I said,"sure." Looking at his attire, as if surveying my son, I said, "I will meet you at the Goodwill store across the street. If you get there before me, start looking for what shirt and pants you want. I will be there in a little bit."He arrived before I did and already had two pairs of pants lying across his arm. His choice of a t-shirt wasn't my choice, so we had a debate. Typical mother statement, "I am not paying for that shirt. If you want that shirt, you have to pay for it. I will pay for the pants." I heard words cross my lips that I haven't spoken in ten years. A mother just doesn't forget those critical statements. I guess its like riding a bike. :)Then our conversation turned to books when I asked Dustin what the title of the last book was that he read. He told me. Then we were looking through the available books as we both agreed we preferred non-fiction over fiction. He found his book, and then he cleaned up and changed in the Goodwill restroom. He came out smelling pretty good! Then as we walked to my car, I asked him if he could organize the numerous sacks of groceries in the back of my car. I figured he needed to work for his new duds. Happily, he got the car organized, and in the process, Dustin discovered Soldier and Ruth's cat food. "You have cats? I like cats," came the voice from the back of the car." Then I told him all about Soldier and Ruth's trips across the country and their fame.As I drove Dustin to his next stop along his journey, we had a wonderful conversation. I learned of his employment history, his plans to get a new job, plans to get a room to rent and plans for Christmas. We discussed current events, including the recent terrorist attack in New York and voting. He suggested that he, his little boy and I could one day visit Chucky Cheese. The young man that I saw sitting on the curb begging for change two weeks ago, did in no way sound like the hopeful, young man who sat in my car. We had conversation, meaningful conversation. Dustin knew he was cared for first by God and then by me. I believe my confidence in him is helping to ease the grief of his mother's death, from cancer, that occurred a little over a year ago.Dustin and I both experienced happiness and pleasure yesterday. I got to pull out my motherly skills from my hat, and he experienced the remembrance of his own mother's love for him. We ended our time together in prayer.

Pleasure takes on many forms…by Kathleen TonnPleasure can be appreciated through simple gestures. .Would you believe that my time spent with Dustin ranks up there with one of the funnest days I’ve experienced while living on the East Coast. How so Kathleen? Hold your horses, I will tell you. :)I stopped at Walmart yesterday. There was Dustin putting coins in the self-service register. He didn’t know that I saw him standing outside when I pulled into the parking lot. Just like a mother, I sprang into action. I retrieved chocolate milk and bagels from the grocery bags I haphazardly placed in my car. As I offered the food to Dustin, I asked him, “do you remember me?” Dustin stated, “yes, I remember you.” I then asked him if he wanted to do some shopping with me. He agreed. So the cart was filled with items he could use including deodorant. It was fun shopping with him. Theconversation was so natural that when he asked if he could get a T-shirt, I said,”sure.” Looking at his attire, as if surveying my son, I said, “I will meet you at the Goodwill store across the street. If you get there before me, start looking for what shirt and pants you want. I will be there in a little bit.”He arrived before I did and already had two pairs of pants lying across his arm. His choice of a t-shirt wasn’t my choice, so we had a debate. Typical mother statement, “I am not paying for that shirt. If you want that shirt, you have to pay for it. I will pay for the pants.” I heard words cross my lips that I haven’t spoken in ten years. A mother just doesn’t forget those critical statements. I guess its like riding a bike. :)Then our conversation turned to books when I asked Dustin what the title of the last book was that he read. He told me. Then we were looking through the available books as we both agreed we preferred non-fiction over fiction. He found his book, and then he cleaned up and changed in the Goodwill restroom. He came out smelling pretty good! Then as we walked to my car, I asked him if he could organize the numerous sacks of groceries in the back of my car. I figured he needed to work for his new duds. Happily, he got the car organized, and in the process, Dustin discovered Soldier and Ruth’s cat food. “You have cats? I like cats,” came the voice from the back of the car.” Then I told him all about Soldier and Ruth’s trips across the country and their fame.As I drove Dustin to his next stop along his journey, we had a wonderful conversation. I learned of his employment history, his plans to get a new job, plans to get a room to rent and plans for Christmas. We discussed current events, including the recent terrorist attack in New York and voting. He suggested that he, his little boy and I could one day visit Chucky Cheese. The young man that I saw sitting on the curb begging for change two weeks ago, did in no way sound like the hopeful, young man who sat in my car. We had conversation, meaningful conversation. Dustin knew he was cared for first by God and then by me. I believe my confidence in him is helping to ease the grief of his mother’s death, from cancer, that occurred a little over a year ago.Dustin and I both experienced happiness and pleasure yesterday. I got to pull out my motherly skills from my hat, and he experienced the remembrance of his own mother’s love for him. We ended our time together in prayer.

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