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edenmemes · 10 months

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asoiaf: sword of storms starters

❝ why would the stars want to look down on one such as me? ❞ ❝ sometimes i think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. maybe pretending is how you get brave. ❞ ❝ come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. something. ❞ ❝ some battles are not won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens. ❞ ❝ old stories are like old friends. you have to visit them from time to time. ❞ ❝ still, night falls for all of us in the end, and too soon for some. ❞ ❝ and i tell you truly, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me. ❞ ❝ there are fights no swords can win. ❞ ❝ nothing will happen to you. nothing. i could not stand it. ❞ ❝ in such troubled times, it is hard to know friend from foe. ❞ ❝ you hide behind courtesy as if it were a castle wall. ❞ ❝ why do i enrage you so? i’ve never done you harm that i know of. ❞ ❝ it seems to me that a ruler who trusts no one is as foolish as a ruler who trusts everyone. ❞ ❝ love’s not always wise, i’ve learned. it can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts...wherever they take us. ❞ ❝ only lies offend me, never honest counsel. ❞ ❝ it was never my wish to sow enmity between us. ❞ ❝ best you were taken to your bed for a long resting, until you are stronger. ❞ ❝ even brave men blind themselves sometimes, when they are afraid to see. ❞ ❝ no harm will come to you, you have my word on that. ❞ ❝ the worst is behind us. don’t be frightened. ❞ ❝ silence. have you forgotten who i am? ❞ ❝ there is something we must speak of. will you walk with me? ❞ ❝ you shall rise again, i am sure. a man like you. ❞ ❝ i am not a cruel man. you know me. ❞ ❝ the world grows a little darker every day. ❞ ❝ i have need of good counsel, and you never gave me less. ❞ ❝ you are a treacherous old rogue, but a good friend all the same. ❞ ❝ madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ if you love me all so much, why are you still dressed? ❞ ❝ you’re mine. mine, as i’m yours. ❞ ❝ wars need not be fought until the last drop of blood. ❞ ❝ one voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found. ❞ ❝ when it comes to battle, discipline beats valour every time. ❞ ❝ sometimes the best thing you can do is nothing. ❞ ❝ it is too late for ifs, and too late for rescues. all that remains is vengeance. ❞ ❝ only blood can pay for blood. ❞ ❝ why do you hesitate? kill him, and be done. ❞ ❝ i will fall into those eyes and drown. ❞ ❝ harsh justice is still justice. ❞ ❝ i am cleverer than most, surely wits count for something. ❞ ❝ there’s a storm coming. a bad one. ❞ ❝ men will read all sorts of things into a knowing smile if you let them. ❞ ❝ the greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them. ❞ ❝ all these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords and listen to their mothers. ❞ ❝ you were made to be kissed, often and well. ❞ ❝ i walk alone with no true companion but tears. ❞ ❝ there is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs. ❞ ❝ there are fights no swords can win. ❞ ❝ here you are my guest, and safe from harm at my hands...this night, at least. ❞ ❝ i love the smell of you. i love your hair. i love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. ❞ ❝ i am alive, and drunk on sunlight. ❞ ❝ we look up at the same stars and see such different things. ❞ ❝ let them kill me. so long as i die fighting, a blade in hand. ❞ ❝ they are still behind us. they are taking us one by one. ❞ ❝ cry if you must. in your place, i would likely rip my hair out. ❞ ❝ would you wake me, please? i’m having this terrible nightmare. ❞ ❝ i know what it is like to love so greatly you can think of nothing else. ❞ ❝ if truth be told, i’m bored with your company. ❞ ❝ i am tired of fighting you. what say we make a truce? ❞ ❝ no man grows rich by kindness. ❞ ❝ it is well you did not lie to me. i would have known. ❞ ❝ the blood of my enemies i will shed gladly. the blood of innocents is another matter. ❞ ❝ i do not know who you are, and it may be that’s for the best. someone important, i fear. ❞ ❝ is every word you say a lie? ❞ ❝ why should i tell you my name? you haven’t told me yours. ❞ ❝ you are weak as a child, and no warrior. ❞ ❝ if i look back i am lost. ❞ ❝ if you lie to me, i will have your tongue. ❞ ❝ you’ve grown more amusing since last we met. ❞ ❝ i wonder if i might have a few private words? ❞ ❝ i dreamed a dream, no more. go back to sleep. ❞ ❝ this is a bad place, is it not? a dark place, and foul. ❞ ❝ i did not intend to give offence. forgive me. ❞ ❝ you have never feared to speak the truth, why do you lie to yourself? ❞ ❝ the music’s still playing. might i have this dance? ❞ ❝ your eyes give the lie to your tongue. ❞ ❝ let me go now. for our friendship, wish me luck and let me go ❞ ❝ a wise man never makes an enemy of a king. ❞ ❝ this must be our last time together. the danger is too great. ❞ ❝ some day try thinking before you speak. ❞ ❝ i have a dragon’s temper, that’s all. you must not let it frighten you. ❞ ❝ you must not be saying such things, even in jest. ❞ ❝ what we want is not always what we get. ❞ ❝ put up that sword now, unless you want to be hurt. ❞ ❝ sometimes a man knows more than he says. ❞ ❝ when i don’t fancy a man’s eyes, i put an arrow through one. ❞ ❝ my heart is full of doubts. ❞ ❝ in times like this, we must make do as best we can. ❞ ❝ i never dreamed how quick the sweet would turn to sour. ❞ ❝ my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel. ❞ ❝ the stink of death is fresh on you. ❞ ❝ you have repaid betrayal with betrayal, let it end. ❞ ❝ the higher the man climbs the farther he has to fall. ❞ ❝ i was hoping one look at this sweet face of mine would be enough to persuade you all of my innocence. ❞ ❝ after all the storms we’ve suffered, you should trust me better. ❞ ❝ you can kill your enemies, but can you rule your friends? ❞ ❝ could there be honor in a lie, if it were told for a good purpose? ❞ ❝ i am the monster they all say i am. ❞ ❝ pray excuse me, i need to hit someone very hard with a sword. ❞ ❝ you did your best to kill me. perhaps i ought to return the favor. ❞ ❝ you do, don’t you? you take me for a fool. ❞ ❝ we’re all just songs in the end, if we’re lucky. ❞ ❝ there is a long league’s worth of difference between wilful and stupid. ❞ ❝ you...a man like you brings blood with him. ❞ ❝ when did i make so many enemies? ❞ ❝ i must be strong. if i despair, my grief will consume me. ❞ ❝ give me sweet lies, and keep your bitter truths. ❞ ❝ i know what it is to be betrayed by men you trusted. ❞ ❝ all my victories turn to dross in my hands. ❞ ❝ it is a pleasure to look on you again, even in such trying times. ❞ ❝ are you scared? have you lost your belly for fighting? ❞ ❝ you were so long, i feared something had gone amiss. ❞ ❝ any man who must say ‘i am king’ is no true king at all. ❞ ❝ always keep your foes confused. if they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next. ❞ ❝ small men curse what they cannot understand. ❞ ❝ if you’re lying to me again, you won’t be leaving here alive. ❞ ❝ it all goes back and back to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. we are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us. ❞ ❝ when you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him. ❞ ❝ a pure world. i do not belong here. ❞ ❝ you make me sorry that i am not the monster you would have me be. ❞ ❝ i crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. don't tell me to leave. ❞ ❝ my big mouth will be the death of me, i swear it. ❞ ❝ we have suffered much, and there is more peril and more grief ahead. ❞ ❝ i...i suppose i earned that. ❞ ❝ begging for help never gets you any. ❞ ❝ you’re not made to lie. you blush and squeak and stammer. ❞ ❝ one day you must tell me all. the good and the bad. ❞ ❝ and there is stands, miserable as it is. my ancestral home. ❞ ❝ whatever i do, all i make is death and horror. ❞ ❝ it is safer to walk in darkness here. there are things you would not wish to see. ❞ ❝ you have a certain cunning, but the plain truth is you talk too much. ❞ ❝ that might have hurt me once, when i still felt pain. ❞ ❝ we will fight a battle, and then we will rest. alive or dead, we'll rest. ❞ ❝ every man must die. but first he must live. ❞ ❝ all night i have been making songs for you in my head. ❞ ❝ my blood, my body, my songs, you own them all. ❞ ❝ if you lie i’ll punch your face. ❞ ❝ what a fight that was, and what a foe. ❞ ❝ be quiet. i will tell you when you can speak. ❞ ❝ forgive me. you have to forgive me. ❞ ❝ never lie to me. never betray me. ❞ ❝ there are two sorts of people. the players and the pieces. ❞ ❝ the only thing i value less than my life right now is yours. ❞ ❝ perhaps i should leave you here to rot if you’re going to be so discourteous. ❞ ❝ i hadn’t forgotten, though i hoped you had. ❞ ❝ i can still bite and kick. i’ll die with the taste of blood in my mouth, that’s something. ❞ ❝ you bray like an ass, and make no more sense. ❞ ❝ you do not belong here. this is not your place. ❞ ❝ i’m not going back to sleep. my head is all a tumult. ❞ ❝ some doors are best left closed. ❞ ❝ it does not matter how brave or brilliant a man is, if his commands cannot be heard. ❞ ❝ a man who fears battle wins no victories. ❞ ❝ you’re not half bad with a sword, but you’re not good enough to take on two hundred men by yourself. ❞ ❝ that is a good color on you. it goes well with your eyes. ❞ ❝ if blood is what you wish, then let it flow. ❞ ❝ i liked you well enough...but i never trusted you. a man needs to earn my trust. ❞ ❝ it is good to see you know who i am. ❞ ❝ i have told you no lies. yet there have been truths i have withheld. ❞ ❝ pardon me if i do not weep for you. ❞ ❝ you’ll find nothing here but death. ❞ ❝ don’t...don’t talk like this. you’re scaring me. ❞ ❝ you must be very brave or very stupid. ❞ ❝ i gave you the truth. you owe me the same. ❞ ❝ that loose tongue of yours will be your undoing. ❞ ❝ i must have fire in my eyes when i face them, not tears. ❞ ❝ it will take more than an arrow to kill you. ❞ ❝ the sound’s inside, it’s in here with us, and it’s getting louder. ❞ ❝ see? we know each other too well. ❞ ❝ you meddle in matters you do not understand. ❞ ❝ i have no luck. i have never had any bloody luck. ❞ ❝ do all gods feel so lonely? ❞ ❝ you are strangely quiet. how do you feel, i wonder? ❞ ❝ stop trying to think up ways to kill me. none of it will do you any bit of good. ❞ ❝ all you need to do is take my hand, come on. ❞ ❝ we’re together, just as you’ve always wanted, just as we’ve always planned. ❞ ❝ wars are won with quills and ravens. ❞ ❝ if only i had my sword, nothing could harm me. ❞ ❝ a valiant deed unsung is no less valiant. ❞ ❝ there are wolves in these woods, and worse things. ❞ ❝ say nothing of what we’ve discussed here today. to anyone. ❞ ❝ you’d best go. you’re making me angry. ❞ ❝ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❞ ❝ an ill-omened name. i have asked you not to use it. ❞ ❝ you cannot hide from me. come closer, now. ❞ ❝ there’s no cause for all these tears. ❞ ❝ it is good that you have woken, but you must give yourself time to heal. ❞ ❝ there is no honor in hiding and sneaking. ❞ ❝ come with me. we have to get away from here, and now. ❞ ❝ kings are falling like leaves this autumn. ❞ ❝ you don’t know half as much as you think you do. ❞ ❝ you seem so sombre. is aught amiss? 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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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º Notes: fluff, angst, sfw

You rolled your eyes, opened your front door, and sighed. "What is it, Bakugou?"

"Wow. So we’re not even on a first name basis anymore?"

You crossed your arms and tapped your foot. “You’ve got about 5 seconds to tell me what it is you’re here for then I’m closing this door.”

Hurt flashed across his features before his game face returned. “Come on, quit acting like you don’t care anymore. I know you still love m- hey!”

You’d started to shut the door in his face, but he stopped it with the toe of his boot, his ash blond bangs obscuring his eyes. “I miss you, damn it," he grumbled. "Need to talk to you.”

You kept one hand on the open door and propped the other on your jutted hip. “Too bad, I don’t wanna talk to you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, Bakugou, I do. Now just-“ The edges of your eyes burned with the threat of tears. You fought the urge to throw yourself into his arms, which would be a hell of a lot easier if he wasn’t standing right in front of you. He smelled so good. His scent had all but worn off of your sheets and pillows. “Just go.”

“We can get through this, (Y/n). We've fought and won tougher battles than this together.”

“Stop.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this.”

“Yes, it does. I can’t do this anymore, Katsuki, please.” Your bottom lip quivered.

“Hey…” He reached for you, but you pulled away.

“No, Katsuki. I don't wanna fight with you anymore! I can’t handle-" Your voice cracked as the first tears fell. "All I’ve ever wanted to do is just love you, but it feels like that’s never been enough for you!”

“(Y/n)…” He reached for you again and this time you let him pull you into him. You really were too tired to fight with your lover anymore, and he felt like home. "It's more than enough, babe. It's the only thing I need. Always has been." He held your sobbing form in his arms.

Your weak fist landed against his hard chest. "I'm so mad at you, but I love you so fucking much and I hate you for it, Katsuki," you whined.

He pressed his lips into your hair. "That's okay, you can hate me...as long as you never stop loving me."

"I'm fucking serious!"

He pulled back to look at you. "What? You think I'm not? Hah? You're my entire fucking world, (Y/n)! If you leave my life, I swear to god I'll blow up a star and create a new world with you in it just so I can be with you again."

You sniffed. "Katsuki..."

He put his hand in your hair. "Baby, I start shit with you because I love you."

You hid your wet face against his arm and chuckled. "That doesn't even make sense."

"I know, but it's fucking true. I just don't know how else to express how passionate I am with you sometimes. I'm an idiot, alright? Ya happy now?"

"No."

The up-and-coming pro hero squeezed you tight. "When's the last time you ate? I can feel your fucking ribs."

Your voice was muffled by the material of his shirt, now damp with your tears. "Yesterday."

He kissed your forehead. "Come on, let me make you something to eat."

He felt skinnier too. "When's the last time you ate?" you said, sniffling and looking up at him with red, puffy eyes.

"Tuesday", he mumbled. Today was Thursday.

"Katsuki!" you gasped. "That was two fucking days ago!" You knew your boyf - ex-boyfriend - well enough to know that the only time he didn’t eat was when he was sick.

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up and let me cook for you.”

“Only if you promise to eat, too.” You pulled him inside and locked the door behind him.

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are-you-still-writing-that · 6 months

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Yandere Alphabet: Chrollo Lucilfer

That man was one of the first villains I ever truly found interesting, just because he himself doesn´t know who he is. That was such a funny thing to me. Like, considering everything he has done, and he doesn´t know the reason for it? I´m so glad, that the Phantom Troupe will be returning in the latest Manga Arc, though I know they won´t make it out of there alive. I always enjoyed seeing them, after they were first introduced to us. So, I simply had to do something for their boss.

Chrollo Lucilfer

He is the head of the spider, the leader of the Phantom Troupe. A man who is a phantom himself. A man who laid his entire self into a group of people. Who holds onto anything that live has for him with a tight grip. Who is so afraid to let go, because then he knows, those things would be lost forever to him. He is taunting, and when he has the chance to be smug he will be as well. He has problems to see you like a person, but oh dear he still loves his treasures so very much.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

There are two very clear ways in which Chrollo will show his affection to you. One of them is loud and acted and the other one is far more quiet and honest. He will shower you in some of the jewellery he stole or anything else that either caught your eye or his. He plays it up for an imaginary audience. The other, more true to him, way to show affection is far more quiet. Sometimes he will read out a poem that reminded him of you, otherwise he will simply seek out your company. Otherwise he makes it clear, that he listens to you every once in a while.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He doesn´t mind killing, because over the years he simply got used to it. It´s nothing special for him, just another thing, that needs to be done. Though he still tends to be quick about it. There is no need for him to spend more time on something insignificant as that as needed. It´s hard to piss him off enough to make it messy and even then he is more likely to just be clean while murdering someone brutally. In the end, he is more likely to play mind games.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

In the first few moments, maybe even days, he would ignore you. He doesn´t do this out of malice, but out of a misguided sense of care and, well let´s call it empathy. He knows, that this is a lot for you, and so he thinks the lack of interaction will help you settle better. Though, there isn´t really any kidnapping happening because he will move into your own space and keep you there with him. He gets a bit petty, when you insult him and tends to give back as good as he gets.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He is a charmer, a born manipulator. Chrollo gives you the illusion of choice over and over again without you even noticing, that it isn´t really choice you can make. He manipulates the situation your in very carefully, as he doesn´t want you to notice this either. He tailors every situation, so that it will fit to his desires, so that his will will prevail.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He doesn´t make himself vulnerable with you. He doesn´t want to be like that with you either. He barely knows himself, so how could he even show you the parts he doesn´t show anyone else either. He doesn´t know. He bases his personality on the people around him. He becomes whatever is needed for the people he holds close to his heart. So, if he had to be honest, he is quite happy never baring his heart and soul to you either. Maybe he doesn´t even have one.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He very quickly grows annoyed with you but still tries to hold back and treat this like a fun game. Though, he will lose his patience with you at some point and show you what he is capable of. He regrets it almost immediately and apologizes to you. Without a moment´s notice the mask of the charming and kind man is firmly back in place.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Though he sometimes thinks that your attempts are kind of funny, he still would like it better if you would stop doing it. He looks at you in those moments, as one would, watching a beloved pet do something stupid over and over again. He knows that there is no real chance that you will be getting away from him. So he thinks of it as being hilarious, but would prefer you settle down with him.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

He can change his personality at the drop of a head. Chrollo is very good at acting. The moment you realize that, a shiver will run down your spine and a chill will settle in your bones, that will never leave again. He makes it clear, that the way he appears to you is decided on a whim of his. There is also the lurking disregard of human life, his or others, that also carries over into his every action, that tends to freak you out.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He can´t imagine any kind of future with you. He carries the beat of death in his heart. And he is satisfied with whatever he already got with you. He reached out to you with open hands, and he managed to catch you as well. At the moment he is content.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He is confident in himself, when it comes to you interacting with other people. He knows, that he is able to twist himself into a personality that is everything you could ever want from him. And he also knows, that he is the only one that can do this to such an extent. So he doesn´t really get jealous, though he still wants to be the centre of your attention, and will do what he can to keep that position.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Chrollo will be as gentle as he can with you. He likes to adore you. Most of the time he tries to act overly sophisticated, while he generally isn´t. Reading you poetry, comparing you to some of his favourite figures in literature, and quoting you some of his favourite lines as well. He acts almost sweet with you

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He is a picture perfect gentleman around you. Polite, careful and attentive. He intrudes into your spaces without really crossing any lines at the same time. The meetings seem coincidental. At least at first. They occur to often to be chance. But because he depicts himself as non-threatening you will let it slide. This is how he gets close. Involving you in several conversations just so, that he can learn more about you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Considering, that he has a habit of basing his entire personality on other people, there is always a mask in place, that he can never get rid off. He feels empty inside. He is the amalgamation of what all the people he ever loved needed from him. And so he becomes what you need from him as well. But over time more and more of his other personality traits will slip in as well.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He goes all quiet when he is angry. It´s a slow anger, that he keeps a tight leash on. It´s something, that is vicious and barely noticeable at the same time. It hardens his face and wipes every emotion out of his face. It makes him cold and cruel. It makes him creative.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

When he moves in with you, no matter what you have to say about it, he also takes control over your life. Well not completely. Only when he is around. He still travels a lot, as he did before. Always on the move. It´s rare, that he demands that you will come with him. He likes it better when you are safe at home, where nothing can really happen to you. When he returns to you though, he craves to be the centre of your attention. He wants you around, and to interact with him. You won´t have single moment truly to yourself, when he is near by.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Chrollo likes to display himself as a patient man. He isn´t really, but because he holds on tightly to this image it makes him quite patient anyway. No one needs to know, that he is clenching his jaw and his body tensing with annoyance. With you, he tries even harder to patient and charming and most of the time he is even quite successful.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He will mourn the loss of you. It feels to him, as if he lost another piece of himself with you. He has laid loving you, adoring you, as an important foundation of his personality. You were something, someone, that he based his personality around again. You were as important to him, as his spider is. And now he lost you. His grief overwhelms him and he doesn´t know what to do. So he throws himself back into being the head of the spider.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He can never regret reaching his hands out for something, that he wants. He knows, that he needs to take what he wants, because the world will never offer it to him for free. There is nothing there that he should regret. He sometimes feels almost melancholic though, when he realizes that you aren´t as carefree as before, that he made you change. That he is the cause behind this change.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He grew up with nothing. Life taught him over and over again that if he wants to have something that he will need to take it. It taught him that if he wants to keep something he will have to fight for it. Over and over again these lessons were drilled into his skull. Over the years he would find peace in his eventual death, because he laid his life into the hands of his spider. It´s strange for him to feel so strongly again.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

It disappoints him to see how you loose your composure that quickly. In the end though he will be far more interested to observe this new facet of you. It makes you appear more human that something like this seems to pull out such a strong reaction from you. Though if he notices that you start to pull back is when he will pull you out of your fit again. No need to loose that shiny personality of your now.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He will invade your space, instead of forcing you to stay in his. There won´t be a chance of him kidnapping you in a traditional sense. Also, he will be well-liked by most of your peers, because he can play of normal and charming young gentleman very well. Another thing that differentiates him is that he will never be able to open up to you. No matter if you try or not.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He has an unfortunate habit to shift his personality to fit better into any situation. He always tries to be the most charming version of him that he can. In the end Chrollo lacks an identity that he can rely on. There is no sense of self that can help him to steady himself. This doesn´t mean that he necessarily easy to shake up, but it´s something that can be achieved. Something that can be exploited to manipulate the situation to your favour.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Chrollo wouldn´t hurt you directly. He has enough self-control to avoid that. But what he will do is threaten everyone you love with a pleasant smile on his lips. He doesn´t care about other people. He doesn´t have the energy for it either. His priority is you. Not whoever you hold dear. He also won´t mind to render them apart if it ensures that you will stay at his side. Or at least won´t act out in an obvious manner.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He is someone that sees you as an immeasurable treasure. He wants you as soon as he sets his eyes on you, and is not willing to change his mind over you either. While he doesn´t outright worship you, he still puts you on a pedestal. After all you make him feel alive. A feeling that he very deeply treasures and will chase after. He tries to be charming at first, and will try to win you over like that.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He doesn´t really pine in the first place. He sees you, recognizes that he wants you, then he takes you. There is no period of time, where he just can´t stop thinking about you. His desire overtakes him quickly and completely. Like it always does. And he has learned early: To get what he wants, he has to take you. Nothing comes for free after all, and while patience is a virtue, there is nothing, that can hold him back.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He would threaten to do this to them. Though he would never actually do it. He makes you aware, that this could be a possibility, without the intention to do it. He likes you. He thinks, that they are interesting. So, why would he break that? Sure, there is some beauty in all the broken things of this world. Doesn´t mean you have to break too. But there is no sense in letting them know that. He likes the fear in your eyes, when he tangles the empty promise over their head.

#yandere #yandere chrollo #yandere kuroro #yandere alphabet #xreader #hunterxhunter #hxh #chrollo lucilfer #kuroro lucilfer #kuroro rushirufuru #Quwrof Wrlccywrlir #yandere headcanon #chrollo headcanons #kuroro headcanons #chrollo x reader #kuroro x reader #yandere hunterxhunter #yandere hxh

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hubristicassholefight · 6 months

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Swordswoman Showdown Semifinals

Hornet (Hollow Knight) vs Brienne of Tarth (A Song Of Ice and Fire)

(Better here in a "preferred character" sense, not "who would win in a fight")

Propaganda below cut

Hornet

Technically its not a sword but she wields a needle in a setting where swords do not exist and she wields it in an exceedingly swordlike fashion so. She counts; Girlboss demigoddess spider lady. She's been protecting an entire kingdom for longer than many of the other characters have been alive. She systematically kills her siblings for being too weak. She's simply the best.

#im pretty sure hornet can beat like. anyone in a fight.#have you ever fought hornet#its so fucking hard getting past her every time i play hk i go literally insane.

#i remember getting stuck on the first hornet fight on mt first play through and bring likr#''omg the boss fights in this are so hard!!!''#like what. you're not even half way through what are you talking about#you can't even DASH honey. you don't know what's diffcult or not in this game.

So, SPOILERS

but I feel like the "she systematically kills her siblings" part needs a little clarification. See, one of her siblings was used as a living prison for an angry god and that uh. Didn't work out for the sibling in question or anyone else.

This account is itself heavily abbreviated but it's likely that any other sibling Hornet encounters will be trying to take over as the god's new prison. She appears to challenge any sibling she sees to battle, in order to test their resolve against herself and her needle - would they actually have a chance against that god?

We never actually see her kill any siblings, but she does quite pointedly tell one of them that (to paraphrase) "My needle is lethal and I would feel no sadness in a weakling's demise."

Feels like a relevant quote. In any case, if they can't beat Hornet, it seems like her needle would be a far more merciful end than what the god would grant.

Anyway, a bit of additional material for @swordswomanshowdown :

As is the case for any cool swordswoman, it's not just her sword that's lethal, it's her with it. And Hornet's needle was custom made for her - the creators have said that, while other needles exist, hers was made specifically for her to wield, and its construction allows her to use her spider silk better in combat.

And another thing that I think makes her a good swordswoman: she's actually pretty thoughtful about how she uses it. There's a least one instance where she tries to warn someone off before fighting them! At the same time, when she does fight, she seems to enjoy it - during her boss battles, you can hear her laugh sometimes, as if exhiliarated. She's really got it all, as a swordswoman!!!

#HORNET SWEEP CMON PLEEEEEEASE#shes gay. shes the only sibling with a gender. shes a spider named HORNET. look like croissant. whats not to like

Brienne

gets gifted a sword made with the rarest metal ever because she’s THAT good; she’s simply the best

Brienne is one of the top sword users alive in her day. She's descended from a man who's catchphrase was "I'm better with a sword." Better than what? You. Jaime Lannister. Loras Tyrell. Any five given guys at once. She has a fantastic sword that might be magic or cursed and is named Oathkeeper because that's what she does; I love her

Beat like 20 guys in a tournament when she was 19. Was given a magic sword. Won a sword fight against the premier swordsman in the realm. Very swordly; Very tall and strong. Holds her sword in high esteem. Accomplished with other weapons as well!

She's defeated multiple of the top knights in the series in duels. One such knight gifts her the fabergé egg of swords and she uses it to defend orphans and stuff. Got out of a bad betrothal by dueling him and beating his ass so bad she broke multiple bones. Honestly there's so much more she is the swordswoman of all time. to me; She's buff and ugly and 6' 5" and so honorable and kind that she inspires the guy who fucks his sister to yknow. stop doing that. literally gets mauled for the sake of protecting a bunch of orphans (with her sword). also she's 20 she should be at the club ‼️

One of the best sword wielders in Westeros, the author says he would pick her to defend him. Has a cool sword called Oathkeeper. Manages to go up against 7 fighters and take out most of them,. The only true knight; First off, talking about book brienne, they massacred show brienne, the show runners simply didn’t understand what she’s about.“ She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice” brienne had plenty of choice but she couldn’t leave people to die. The chivalric paradigm is rotten and corrupted, but here is Brienne, the one true knight, who isn’t even a actual knight! “knights are for killing”, but here is a knight who risks her life again and again to protect innocents! Bri IS hope, she is the light in the dark that shows that things can be better, things must be better. Fundamentally an idealist: “Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it's always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining”

#BRIENNE WON A MELEE WHEN SHE WAS 19 !!!!!#DONT LET HER LOSE

#MORE LOVE FOR BRIENNE#SHE FOUGHT A DAMN BEAR WITH A WOODEN SWORD#SHE AVENGED A MAN UNJUSTLY MAIMED#SHE PROTECTED CHILDREN AGAINST SEVEN MEN#NO CHANCE AND NO CHOICE

I'm going to put some propaganda for Brienne, because she deserves the world.

Some people have been quoting the "no chance, no choice" in the tags, but for those that don't know it comes from this scene:

...she could hear the faint clink of swords and mail from beneath their ragged cloaks. She counted them as they came. Two, four, six, seven. (...) Brienne sucked in her breath and drew Oathkeeper. Too many, she thought, with a start of fear, they are too many.(...) Brienne tried to keep the fear from her voice, but her mouth was dry as dust. The children, she thought. The door to the inn banged open. Willow stepped out into the rain, a crossbow in her hands. The girl was shouting at the riders, but a clap of thunder rolled across the yard, drowning out her words. As it faded, Brienne heard the man in the Hound’s helm say, “Loose a quarrel at me and I’ll shove that crossbow up your cunt and fuck you with it. Then I’ll pop your fucking eyes out and make you eat them.” The fury in the man’s voice drove Willow back a step, trembling. Seven, Brienne thought again, despairing. She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice. She stepped out into the rain, Oathkeeper in hand. “Leave her be. If you want to rape someone, try me.”

This is basically one of the most badass and awesome moments of the series... because here, Brienne is not guarding a King, vanquishing a great Evil Lord, or fighting a big glorious battle... this is an inn full of orphans being attacked by raiders, children whose lives really don't matter in the great scheme of things. If they were all to be killed, nobody powerful would really care, no history book would write their names.

The logical thing is to run away from there as fast as she could. And yet, Brienne decides to enter an unwinnable nightmarish battle (one where she gets her arm broken and her face eaten) because is the right thing to do. She is a true knight.

Because, in the dark pseudo-medieval world of Westeros, where the patriarchal martial system reigns supreme, there is no space for someone like Brienne, she herself said it best:

"You have a noble father who must surely love you. (...) I know he would tell you that he would sooner have a living daughter than a shattered shield." "A daughter." Brienne's eyes filled with tears. "He deserves that. A daughter who could sing to him and grace his hall and bear him grandsons. He deserves a son too, a strong and gallant son to bring honor to his name. (...) I am the only child the gods let him keep. The freakish one, not fit to be a son or daughter."

And yet, despite being on the fringe of this society that doesn't accept nonconforming gender expression, despite not being able to be named knight, Brienne is still the embodiment of the ideal of knighthood. She is a true hero, who over and over decides to defend the innocents and do the right thing.

So yeah, my conclusion here is... I think she and kiku should kiss <3

#hornet #hollow knight #brienne of tarth #a song of ice and fire #swordswoman showdown #poll #official #round 5 #semifinals #rape mention below cut

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stardustndreamsofsilver · 4 months

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Honey, All I See Is You

Part Four

Jake x Reader (f)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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It had been about a week since Jake had brought you the coffee and croissant. In that time, you’d read and finished two more books of the Forevermore series and met for lunch a few times. True to your word, you gave your thoughts and feelings toward the books to Jake either through texts or over lunch. The two of you would discuss them, agreeing on most things but passionately disagreed on others.

“What do you mean Delimira didn’t deserve the crown? She fought just as hard as any of the men!” You practically shout.

“I mean sure, she fought for it, but does that inherently mean she deserves it? For example, if I just reach over and take one of your fries–” He says doing exactly that. You try and swat his hand away but he still takes one. “Since I ‘fought’ you for it and won, does that mean I deserve it?” He asks, eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face as he pops the fry into his mouth.

Narrowing your eyes, you answer, “No. But what exactly makes her undeserving? Is it the fact that Uthril had a claim to the throne by birth? Or is it something else?”

“No, I don’t think he deserved it just because he was born with a claim to it. I think Delimira purely wanted the throne for revenge. Sure, she says she wants to change the laws and society, but does she really? What was the first thing she did when she was crowned?” He questions.

“She called for a cease fire.” You answer.

“Yes, and–” He says, gesturing for you to continue. Seeing you shake your head in confusion, he says, “She swore the same blood oath has her predecessors. One she vowed never to take because it went against one of her core beliefs.”

“Yes, but she did it under duress.” You say.

Nodding along Jake says, “Yes, she did. But is that any excuse? Sure she saved the life of one. But damned many in return. Is the collateral damage worth it?”

Heart sinking at the realization, you shake your head. “No it’s not.”

Waving his hand, he says, “There you go. You and I both know Uthril would have chosen to lose the one versus the many. He proved that with the death of his brother.”

“I hate that you’re right.” You say flopping back against your chair.

“Awe c’mon, don’t take it so hard. Every dog has his day eventually.” He teases.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” You say rolling your eyes trying to hide a smile.

Chuckling, Jake places his arms on the table and leans toward you. “So when are you starting volume four? I think it’ll be your favorite.”

“Probably in a couple days.” You say with a sigh. “I started my mid-year inventory count this morning and I’ll be working on that for the time being.”

“Does that normally take a while?” He asks.

“Sometimes. It depends on how much is in the back that’s been forgotten or if anyone has hidden away books to come back for later and then never did. Last year it only took one day, but I had help. This year it’s just me.” You say with a shrug.

“Well, I can help if you want.” He suggests.

“Really?” You question.

“Yeah, I mean I don’t have any plans. Plus it’ll help you get it done faster.” He replies with a shrug.

A smile brightens your face as you say, “Thank you. I’ll gladly take you up on it.”

He smiles softly back at you and asks, “What time do you want me to come by?”

“Anytime is fine.” You say. “Just text me when you’re on your way.”

Nodding, he says, “Alright. I’ll come once I finish my shift.”

“Sounds good! Well speaking of, I really should get back. I put up a ‘Be back in 30’ sign and it’s been just about that.” You say, standing and gathering your things.

Jake stands too. “Here I’ll clean that up, see you tonight.”

“Oh okay, thanks. I’ll see you later.” You say with a wave.

Once back at the store, you continue working on inventory in between customers. Around 5pm, you turn off the overhead lights and flip the sign to ‘closed’ before locking the door. Turning back to the rows of shelves, you take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Running your hands through your hair, you roll your neck and rub your shoulders before getting back to it. Walking back over to where you’d stopped the count in the horror/thriller section, you sink down to your knees and restart the count.

“Five ‘From Below’ by Darcy Coates on shelf.” You mumble to yourself as you write it down on the notepad sitting beside you.

“Ding”

Looking over, you see your phone light up. Picking it up, you notice the time is now 7pm and you have a new message from Jake.

“Heading your way. Bringing curry and garlic naan. Thought you might be hungry.” He says.

Smiling, you stand and start making your way to the front door. Reaching the door, you see Jake walking down the sidewalk with a to go bag in one hand and a drink carrier in the other. Unlocking the door, you step out.

“Hey! Need help carrying that in?” You call, wrapping your arms around yourself to fend off the chill in the air.

“Nah, I’ve got it. Go back inside! It’s too cold out here!” He calls back.

Rubbing your arms you nod your head and step back inside.

“Hey, where do you want me to put this?” Jake asks as he steps inside a few moments later.

“Over on the counter would be great. I’ll go in the back and grab the extra stool.” You say as you turn to go get it.

“Just tell me where it is and I’ll grab it.” Jake says.

“It would be easier for me to just go grab it, it’s hidden behind a bunch of boxes. But I appreciate the offer!” You say continuing toward the back.

Walking straight to where the stool is, you grab it and carry it out to the counter. Coming through the doorway, you see Jake has shed his jacket and is pulling out container after container of food and sitting it on the counter.

“I thought you said you just got curry and naan bread!” You say, eyes wide as you look at the spread in front of you.

Shrugging as he pulls out the plastic cutlery and napkins, he says, “I did. And a few other things. I wasn’t sure what you liked. So I got a little bit of everything.”

“You didn’t have to do that! But thank you! What all did you get?” You ask, starting to open the different containers.

“Curry and naan, like I said, and samosa, jasmine rice, basmati rice, mango chutney and… I don’t really remember. I asked them to just give me their best menu items. Oh, and uh, coffee.” He says with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

A smile slowly spreads across your face. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you say, “That all sounds amazing. I think we’re going to need some extra plates though.”

Pulling them from the bag, Jake holds them up in the air and says with a laugh, “Already got ‘em.”

As the two of you finish eating, you catch him up to speed on how far you’d gotten and how long you think it’d take for the two of you to finish.

“That doesn’t sound too bad.” Jake says, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Covering your mouth as you chew, you nod and say, “Nah. It might even get done quicker if we don’t find any hidden treasures.”

Standing, he asks, “Where do you want me to start?”

“Mmm, how about you start on the YA section. And once you get done with that, you can move on to the children's section.” You say as you hand him an extra notepad and pencil.

“Alright. I’ll let you know when I’m done there.”

You nod your head in agreement as you pack the leftovers up before putting them in the fridge in the little kitchenette in the back.

The two of you work to the sound of a playlist you’d found on Spotify earlier on in the day. You hum along to some of the songs as you count and write each book down. When you’re about halfway through the romance section, the back of your neck tingles and you feel someone behind you. Turning, Jake is leaning against one of the bookshelves watching you with a grin on his face.

“Hey, did you get done with the kids’ section?” You ask.

“Yep. Where do you need me next boss?” He asks, straightening and walking closer.

“Uh– It’d be great if you could start on fantasy. That section always takes me the longest.” You say.

“You got it.” He replies.

Turning back around you start to count again. Placing his hand on the small of your back, Jake slides around you. Shivers run down your back at the contact.

“Excuse me.” He whispers.

You nod your head in answer. Turning your head slightly, you watch him walk over to the fantasy section and begin counting books. Taking a deep breath, you try to calm your racing heart before clearing your throat and continuing with working on inventory.

A while later, you finish up with romance and stand. Stretching, you yawn and rub your forehead with the back of your hand. Walking over to where Jake is, you tap his shoulder to get his attention.

Holding up a finger, he finishes what he was working on before turning to you. “Yeah?” He asks.

“Where are you at on these?” You ask before noticing he’s staring at you with amusement in his eyes. “What are you looking at?” You ask, reaching up to touch your face.

With a chuckle, he says, “You’ve got a pen mark. Here let me–” He reaches out and touches your cheek, rubbing the mark away.

Slowly, his thumb stops moving and he’s just holding your face. His eyes flick to your lips, his own parting slightly. Through half-lidded eyes, he brings his gaze back to yours. You swallow thickly as your heart races in your chest.

“Jake–” you whisper, not sure what you’re wanting to say next.

“What is it, beautiful?” He asks, stepping closer, hand slowly moving from your face and down to the base of your neck.

“I–” You begin.

“Yes?” He encourages, leaning in.

Your eyes feel heavy and you draw in a shaky breath.

His mouth draws closer. His lips, ghost against yours. “Is this okay?” He asks, voice raspy.

You shake your head yes.

“I need to hear you say it.” He says, dropping his notepad and bringing his other hand to your waist, squeezing it in encouragement.

“Yes.” You breathe out.

“Thank god.” He rushes out before his lips crash into yours.

His lips are soft and he tastes of cigarettes and curry. The kiss starts gentle yet eager. His lips molding into yours. He cups your face and strokes your jaw line down the side of your neck with his thumb. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to turn needy. As it does, he takes your chin tilting it up and licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance.

You grant it with no hesitation and your tongue meets his and he groans. One hand slides down to your waist, grip tightening as he backs you against one of the bookshelves. Your back collides against it and you let out a gasp from the impact. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer needing more of him. He presses into you, hands roaming your sides and his knee parting your thighs. You moan at the pressure his thigh provides. Your hands slide down his chest and fist his shirt.

“Jake–” You whine. “Please–”

He kisses and nips at the spot just below your earlobe, sending heat rushing to your core. “What beautiful? Do you need something more? Something more right here?” He asks, cupping your sex.

You let out a moan and nod frantically.

“Uh-uh. Use your words.” He rumbles.

“Y-yes. Please!” You whine, head falling back against the shelf.

He smirks and says, “Good girl.”

His hand slips into your jeans and he strokes you through the cotton of your panties, earning a flood of wetness.

“Already so wet for me, can feel it soaking through.” He rasps. He slides them to the side and rubs circles into your clit earning another moan from you. “You’re so wet I could probably use two fingers already.” He says, thumb rubbing your clit and two fingers teasing your entrance.

Your thighs squeeze together around his hand at the sensation. Desperate to feel more of him, your hand slides down and cups his length through his pants. Jake moans and drops his head against yours.

“Wanna make you feel good too.” You say, breathless.

Jake nods his head as he continues his ministrations. With that, you hurriedly fumble with his belt. After finally getting it unbuckled, you unbutton his pants, tearing down the zipper. Your hand reaches into his boxers and fingers wrap around his cock. He moans at the touch as he pushes two fingers inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” the two of you let out.

You stroke him as he pumps into you, matching each other's pace. His head falls to your shoulder, and he moans as he kisses the base of your next. Your free hand runs through his hair and gently tugs. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the coil of pressure in your lower stomach.

“Fuck! Jake! I’m–” You rush out.

“I know, baby. I know. Give it to me.” He says pumping into you faster, fingers curling into that sweet spot over and over.

Your orgasm rips through you as his fingers fuck you and his thumb fervently rubs your sensitive nub. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your thighs squeeze his hand so tightly, it’s almost painful. You grip his shoulder and tug at his hair as he works you through it. When you finally come down, your breathless, chest heaving.

Jake slowly removes his hand as he kisses you gently. You reach out to stroke him, to give as much pleasure as you were given, but he shakes his head.

“No, beautiful. Don’t worry about me.” He says adjusting himself and fastening his pants.

“But–” You start, confused.

Jake presses his lips to yours and says, “Next time.”

A/n: Please be kind. This is my first time writing smut. I will take constructive criticism but please do it though dm and again please be kind about it.

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jungle-angel · 2 months

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As The Water Rises (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Ancient Rome AU where you take care of Bob after a long day

Notes: This is for the lovely @bradshawsbaby, my friend I've been reading SVAA lately and I LOVE IT!!!! I wanted to surprise you with this because it's all I had been thinking about for a while (lol). I do apologize for any spelling mishaps too my friend, I'm terrible with it sometimes.

Warnings: SMUT, sex, references to slavery etc. (ft. Coyote, Roman name Latranis and others)

Tagging: @bradshawsbaby @floydsmuse

You were eager to go and meet Hrodebert, just as you always had, every day when the meetings at The Forum ended. You bid farewell to Sabina and Phoenix, walking with purpose through the marketplace, saying hello to some of the shopkeepers and statesmen who often found their way through there.

Your sandals flapped on the cobbled path that ran through the alleys until you came to those huge, imposing steps and the equally imposing façade of the building, held up by pillars as though they were the arms of Atlas himself......The Forum.

You found Hrodebert sitting on the steps, a grimace on his face and his head in his hand. You knew he hadn't been himself lately, but this clearly wasn't himself at all.

"Hrodebert?" you queried, tentatively sitting beside him.

He looked up at you with his soft blue eyes, a pained expression on his face. "M'so tired," he mumbled.

You scooted closer to him as he put his arms around you, letting his cheek rest on the crown of your head. You only realized how tired he truly was when you heard the gurgling of his belly, a sign that he must not have eaten anything since waking up.

"You didn't eat anything today, did you?" you asked him.

He shook his head.

You kissed his lips, uncaring of who saw you or who had chosen to make faces at the two of you. "Come on now," you said, helping him to his feet. "Lets go get something to eat and then we'll relax. I'm sure the bathhouses are open."

You led Hrodebert to one of the places, a little hole-in-the-wall thermopolium that sold hot food day and night. You and Hrodebert were starving, the smells of all the barbecuing meat, fish and spices wafting from the kitchens.

Your old friend, Latranis, the owner of the place, came and brought you everything you needed, letting you know it was on the house. The two of you ate your fill but left him a little something anyways, knowing that these days, good business was often hard to come by.

Off to the bathhouses you went, knowing that Latranis would probably be dropping by again later. Even after having come here for so long, you had forgotten how steamy, humid and sticky it could really be in here. But oh was it heaven after a long day.

You helped Hrodebert strip off his toga, his whole body aching, as you hung the cloth up on the hooks in the little niche. You yourself, stripped off your clothes and hung them with his, the both of you storing your sandals in a safe place for when you were done.

"You're too good to me," he mumbled, taking your hand in his.

You kissed his cheek, making him go red from his face all the way down to his chest. "You took care of me my love," you said, the pad of your thumb gently brushing his chin. "And now it's my turn."

Hrodebert gently pulled you towards a little tunnel into the halls that led to the caldariums. No one really batted an eyelash, thinking you were merely the slave girl to the son of a high ranking senator. Of course they hadn't really been wrong. It had started out that way when you and Hrodebert first met. You had been a mere girl taken from your tribe in Gaul, nearly sold to an old whorring wretch who would have surely had his way with you had it not been for Iosephus, Hrodebert's father. He too had known what it was like to be a slave, a Germanic general taken from his own people and forced to fight in the Coliseum for the sole entertainment of others. He had fought for his freedom.......fought and won.....the same as he had done for you and for his freeborn sons and daughters.

In you went with him, amazed at the sight of the room that lay before you with all its beautifully carved statues in the wall niches, the bathing pools and the cascades of vines and climbing flowers that made the place worthy enough for the gods themselves to enter.

Hrodebert lay right down on a towel laden wood table, his head resting on the tops of his hands while you straddled his towel covered butt. You could almost feel the aches and pains in the soft ripples of his muscles, strong but tired. Into your hands from one of the jars, you poured a coin sized drop of the Balm Of Gilead, an ointment you had bartered numerous times for in the markets for Gallus and Carnifex to use after a fight. You rubbed it right into his muscles, putting your palms and the balls of your hands into it to get those wretched kinks out.

"Oooooh right there my sweet......right there....." he moaned happily. "Ooooh fuck......feels so fuckin good....."

You chuckled a little as you kept rubbing it in, delighting in his happy little moans. You bent your head to kiss the freckles on his back, no doubt the marks of the sun from his days as a child and teenager, running around the streets of Alexandria with his brothers and sisters.

You were a little nervous as you braced yourself against one of the pillars, digging into his back with the heels of your feet and hearing his pleasurable groans as he told you everything about his day. God, you were both in heaven.....sheer, utter heaven.

Right into the steaming baths you went, floating about and relaxing on the brick steps that led down into the pool. You kissed your fiance's lips, rubbing your noses together, happy and content in your surroundings with just the two of you.

"Methinks you're gonna need a haircut soon," you chuckled.

"Oh am I now?" he said, smiling wryly into the kiss.

You laughed a little as your kissing deepened, slow at first, but growing more desperate and needy as Hrodebert tried to slip his tongue over your lips. He drew a moan from your mouth as he gently pulled you onto his lap, the water doing most of the work. Your fingers tangled in his wet hair at the nape of his neck, gently brushing against the shell of his ear.

Hrodebert sighed into your mouth as he trailed from your lips all along your jaw, his fingertips gently brushing against the black armband tattoo on your bicep, the ink all connected in swirls and knots, a mark of the tribe you had once belonged to.

You moaned as you felt his arousal growing between your legs, his big hands firmly and steadily gripping your hips to keep you from floating away. You reveled in the feeling of his hot breath going down your sternum and all along your naked breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples that had grown hard and pointed.

"So fuckin gorgeous," he mumbled in between kisses. "Can't wait to make you my wife.....see all those bitchy matrons get all jealous....."

You clenched your legs around him as you felt his cock stiffening inside you, your hips and his rocking together in a steady rhythm as he guided you up and down on his cock.

"C'mon sweetheart....." he urged. "C'mon......come for me.....c'mon, I know you have it in you....."

You felt his hips stuttering against yours, your head falling back and Hrodebert's hands firmly gripping you as you both came at the same time. Whether it was the steam or the relaxing hot water, your head fell against his shoulder, the two of you panting from the effort.

"My love you're amazing," he said with a sleepy smile, kissing your lips sweetly.

You smiled, gently brushing your fingertip against his button nose, tracing over his lips before returning the kiss.

"AW YEAH!!!!! GET IT!!!! GET IT!!!!!"

You and Hrodebert jumped at the sudden yelling, the hoots and hollers of three of your friends emitting from behind the pillars. Gallus, Carnifex and Latranis showed themselves a moment later with only a white towel around each of their waists, laughing, hollering and making lewd hip thrusts.

"Look at you making babies before you're married!" Latranis exclaimed.

"Didn't think you had it in you my man!" Carnifex laughed.

"I'm gonna have to try that now," Gallus remarked.

"OUT!!!!!! OUT!! YOU SLIMY, SKEEVY BASTARDS!!!!" Hrodebert thundered, chucking one of his sandals at them.

"Ow, fuck you!" Gallus laughed when the sandal slapped against his arm.

"Already did you sick pig!" Hrodebert retorted. "Gods! I can't believe you fucking idiots were watching us!"

"We heard you both coming down the halls," Carnifex told him.

Hrodebert groaned in annoyance but he couldn't ignore the laughing look on your face. "What?" he queried, giving you the side eye.

"I'm not saying anything," you giggled.

Hrodebert kissed you again, littering your cheek with his sweet pecks. "Don't worry my sweet," you told him. "If anything they'll get what's coming when they drop by the house for dinner."

"What'd you do?" he asked.

"Lets just say, I left your mother an extra basket of dried prunes to be stewed and served at dinner," you answered, wiggling your eyebrows.

Hrodebert laughed a little, knowing the three morons would be in for it later and if they ever dared do it again, they'd be served the same dish at your wedding.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #ancient rome au #si vis amari ama #thank you bradshawsbaby for letting me do this

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dragonsandwolvesohmy · 3 months

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I had a dream and I had to share it with you all because it was... something else. (Aka the dream where Obi-Wan keeps the 212th)

So Obi-Wan (who was gender fluid or something because one minute it'd be cannon Obi and next it'd be Fem!Obi and sometimes neither, it was just a whole thing) basically laid claim on the 212th.

Order 66 never happened, Obi slaughtered Palps, blah blah blah. Here's the point: The senate refused to give the clones rights and recognized them as more than property. There was arguments about who could claim them as their property, namely the Long Necks saying since they made them, they own them, and other senators claiming that since they should have ownership of x number of troops for y reason or other bullshit.

Then Obi-Wan shows up and the convo basically goes like this: (I'll spare you all the legal jargon that comes from having studied parts of law)

'Since you refuse to give them rights, the 212th belongs to me.'

Whannnaaa whannaa- a bunch of legalese and subtle threats and insults, basically amounting to 'And how do you figure that?'

'Well, since the GAR was created for, and paid for by, the Jedi, and I found them, They belong to me. Finders Keepers, Loosers Weepers. Also, possession is 9/ 10ths of the law, they're mine, cry about it. Also, they've been - (meaning scars, tattoos, etc. changed since shipping out)

Cue legalese and bullshit that ends with Obi-Wan having legal possession of not just the 212th, but the whole Vode, including those just decanted on Kamino.

Cue the 212th wondering how the hell they're all going to fit into the temple, especially around Obi-Wan's rooms. Then Obi-Wan, in true dream logic, has a door in his room that opens to a whole ass hall that has tons of benches for them to use when putting on/taking off their armor, bunk beds, and a bunch of storage drawer-type things with little stickers and markers and whatnot for them to decorate/personalize to store their things, plus a welcome package including a special blanket, a stuffy, the decoration things, etc.

Mind you this is a temporary situation.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is technically 'kicked out' of the Jedi Order because he technically has a bunch of people as possessions/attachments to his 212th. In reality, they've taken Obi off active missions, as settling the Vode and figuring out what to do with their literal thousands of people is a long-term mission.

Obi-Wan ends up winning a planet in Sebbac by the skin of teeth (purposefully making it seem like he just barely won) knowing full well the person he's playing often bets the planet. Because the planet is a hellscape. No one wants to inhabit it, there are no native peoples, just flora/fauna because it's 60% water and the 40% land of it has massive storm seasons that threaten to kill anyone who settles there and has ruined attempts to settle before. But Obi knows if there's anyone who can thrive on the planet, it's the stubborn Vode and their banthashit-crazy Jedis. (Because Koon ain't leaving his Wolf Pack, no sir. Those are his kiddos.)

Also, the whole Vode is absolutely in love with Obi-Wan, who's making calf eyes at Cody half the time. Cody has gotten a Very Large Stick to beat off his vode from his general after they saved them from mass decommissioning waiting for them with the long necks. 'recycling bio mass' their shebs.

(Waxer and Boil adopt an Add. Fox gets a tooka. or five. and Rex finally gets a fucking vacation. (he likes fishing. (the 'fishies' are twice his size, will swallow a vode whole, and need to be physically fought into submission)))

(Also, also, Obi-Wan installs a council of Alpha batch, and they all simp for Obi-Wan so hard. Cody has beaten them with his Stick. Multiple Times. And tried to feed 17 to the 'fishies'.)

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chuckwon · 5 months

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I find it hard to imagine an emotionally satisfying and compelling plotline for an SPN sequel/revival that isn’t “Chuck won” related.

Here’s my logic:

-What reason would there be for Sam and Dean to push to ~leave Heaven~ if they’re supposedly content? (The Winchesters also showed us exactly why Dean ISNT content, at length, and that’s still true for his character whether or not the sequel/revival will reference any of its plot and events directly.)

-To position Sam and Dean as compelled to leave Heaven for ANY reason unavoidably highlights the original finale wasn’t a good ending. (Which, again, The Winchesters has already elaborated upon for 13 episodes.) That necessitates answering why and how that ending happened at all.

-They can go with some kind of general “Well life is life. Sometimes you die. True free will is that everything can’t be perfect :/ They just want a second chance“ but that WOULD be a cop out. Not compelling at all and blatantly hollow reasoning to just make more of the show.

-If Jack’s truly the new God, and that’s supposedly good and fine, what reason would HE have for resurrecting Sam and Dean? What could he ~need~? There’s no POV where Sam and Dean having more “work to do” isn’t tragic, and no compelling sense to it if it’s not about the obvious: Jack’s the problem.

-How’s Jack the problem? However you slice it, he’s been corrupted by God power. That routes back to Chuck because he orchestrated this outcome, as well as cycles of violence.

-Any SPN sequel requires reciprocal Destiel. It simply does. And the original silence—Dean and Cas being kept apart at the end of season 15—is thematically connected to all this.

-If Jack was corrupted by God power and that was Chuck’s plan all along, things have then been “fake” and called into question just like throughout s15; so, what’s real? Unavoidably there’d have to be emphasis on that. And what’s “real” still includes, purposefully, Destiel. They’re a hallmark of reality and their love is part of the key to their collective freedom.

It’s just math to me!! All the threads tie together!!!!

They could do something else, of course. But if they just pull some random big bad out that the gang needs to fight (that Good Jack can’t handle?? A BIGGER God??) it’ll be laughably transparent and hard to care.

That’s why the Akrida were even connected to Chuck in The Winchesters. They know this. They’re in a corner. They could resurrect Sam and Dean to do small cases again, but… again, to what purpose?

If they resurrect Supernatural, they’d better have a damn good premise.

There’s no Bigger Bad than the Big Bad they already fought and supposedly defeated…unless they didn’t win.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The brothers and the gay angel need to free their son. And themselves in the process.

#getting back on my bullshittttt (I never left)#I posted this on twitter days ago and forgot to put it here #supernatural #Chuck won #SPN revival #SPN sequel #Chuck won theory #Chuck won meta #my meta

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aurora-starwars · 1 year

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How are you doing? I hope ur being kind to ur self <3 May I request Headcanons for Ahsoka x fellow padawan femreader whose very bubbly and affection around her gf Ahsoka and bad at being secretive about their relationship around others

Being Ahsoka’s Secret Bubbly Girlfriend Hcs

Pairing: Ahsoka Tano x fem!reader

Warnings: none, i think!

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I love Ahsoka requests! I also through in so childhood friends to lovers because that has to be my favourite trope! <3 I hope this is sufficient to your request<33 Please enjoy!

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Let me start out my saying she adores you

like best friend, wants to spend all of her time with you, wants to be with you forever, adore

from the moment she was brought into your group as younglings, you two have been the best of friends

Ahsoka had a hard time at first, being separated from your parents at such a young age wasn’t easy for anyone

Luckily she had you!

You would cheer her up with a fun game, offering to ‘draw’ on her back as she guessed what you were ‘drawing’, or even challenging her to a fight

a fight which at the age of 5-7 was just made of tickles

Ahsoka never felt alone because she had you

And you had her

even as you started to grow up, your friendship never faded

no matter what table you sat with at meals, no matter what group you trained with, you and Ahsoka were always the closest in the group. Never really separating.

even at night, when every other youngling had gone to bed in the clan, the two of you would sneak into each other’s beds and trace each other’s backs until one of you fell asleep

more often than not, the clan leader(the leader of youngling groups called clans) had to make sure that the two of you went to sleep and got up in time

but as the years went on, the training got harder and time between you and Ahsoka became increasingly sparse

you would often watch Ahsoka meditate in the distance with a smile on your face as you waited your turn for sparing

one time that this happened, you were called up, pep in your step and a glowing smile on your face,

this smile was frequent when you thought about Ahsoka, it was hard for you to imagine anyone else looking at Ahsoka and not growing a smile

as you readied up, igniting your lightsaber, you thought of how well Ahsoka fought. smiling to yourself, you spared with the person before you and when you won, you began jumping up and down, turning to find Ahsoka smiling at you with her thumbs up.

even as the two of you became padawans and the clone wars started, the two of you always seemed to make time for each other

sometimes it was stolen glances during mission briefings

sometimes it was star gazing on the roof of the Jedi temple

sometimes they would sneak into each other’s rooms deep in the night to share a bed like they would as younglings

But all changed one day on a mission lead by the two padawans

things had gone bad, and they weren’t sure they could get out of it this time

trapped in a falling ship on a nearly abandoned planet with nobody to save them sounded like their last moments

they had tried to call the republic to save them but they were only met with interference

looking in each other’s eyes, they moved into a tight hug

“If we are going to die, I want you to know I am in love with you,” Ahsoka practically whispered into your ear

“I love you too, Ahsoka.”

At the last moment the republic swooped in to save you two, your Masters happy to have you back

From that day on, you promised each other that you would do anything in your power to stay together, as girlfriends.

You two were good girlfriends, as far as girlfriends went in the Jedi Order

and they really didn’t have relationships as a Jedi

So the two of you had to live in secret

Your stolen glances, shared beds, and star gazing never ceased but with your relationship came new opportunities

study dates in the Jedi archives, secret kisses before and after every meal, hand holding when alone, resting on one another’s shoulder

the two of you were close, anyone could see it but you could pass it off as being caring best friends

The one thing that made that whole process hard… was you

it’s not your fault really,

you’re a naturally bubbly and affectionate

your affectionate nature was part of the reason that you two got away with your closeness, in fact

but because of your naturally happy personality, at times it was hard to ignore how happy Ahsoka made you

almost everyone noticed

if they didn’t figure out that the two of you were in a relationship, and almost nobody did, then they defiantly thought that you had a crush on her

who could blame you?

the two of you were sweet two, she came in with her sarcastic comments and wit, and you were almost the polar opposite, with warm and excited words

the two of you made for quite the sight on the battle field

It also doesn’t help that you have almost revealed that you were in a relationship multiple times

a few times on missions, you almost introduced Ahsoka as your girlfriend to the people you were saving, right in front of someone in the order

Ahsoka could never get mad at you ofc <333

she loved you so much, and it made her smile to think that you were so excited to be her girlfriend that you want to tell others

and even though she knew that you and her may never be able to tell anyone, you would always be together

Ahsoka and her bubbly girlfriend

A/n: I didn’t love how this was written but thank you for reading!<3333 Let me know what you think! Please don’t be shy! <333333

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iggy5055 · 2 years

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Platonic Yandere!Batfam with a poor darling, P.4

The original story is by blughxreader all rights go to her you can find the other three previous parts when you search for her because I haven’t figured out how to do that yet, I have just been given permission to write a part four for the story

Summery: After a hard interrogation (Y/N) is finally let out of the room/prison and all the boys are happy but for how long?

TW: kidnapping, manipulation, imprisonment, it’s fucked all the way

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The interrogation was hard, it was clear Bruce demanded answers even if I didn’t want to give them. It was days of being chained down to that bed hardly being able to sit up comfortably with no light aside for the lamp on the bed side table with non-stop talking and a glare that could kill if I didn’t answer him or if he thought I was lying to him. The bed itself wasn’t uncomfortable but the situation still was. Bruce had asked me many question, privacy was clearly a luxury I no longer had. He broke down my life and built it back up in his own image, built it back to be his perfect little girl.

He did every thing for me and with no regard to what I wanted he would feed me, sometimes he would let me have a book but he would read it to me and he often told me how much everyone missed me to try and motivate me to make progress.

The only time I got any kind of privacy was when I had to go to the bathroom or when he let me have a shower but he has always right outside the door and if he ever thought something was wrong he could come bursting in because the door had no lock.

But luckily after one week he switched out the shackles that forced me down on the bed to just one on my ankle with a long chain attached to the bottom of the bed saying I had made good progress.

The chain was fairly long, I was able to get up out of the bed and stand but I couldn’t get any further from the bed then about two feet. It felt so good to final stretch after being chained down for a week. But even with my hands where free he never let me feed myself, but I would never fight him on it because it was clear he was in his best mood when feeding me.

After two weeks he final let Dick or Tim bring me my food instead of him, it was nice to see another people other then him, it made me feel more free in a sense, just being able to hear someone else’s voice, but it still didn’t make me feel completely better. They often fought about who would feed me I could always hear them outside my room fighting or arguing with Bruce about letting me out. Something about Jason and Damian bacon ring unbearable.

Dick often won because Tim had to much work to do doing who knows what. So I usually only saw Dick. Dick also did not let me feed myself and he was constantly sticking around after forcing me to sit a cuddle with him. Just like know.

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We where cuddling in what was clearly his favourite position, he was laid down on the bed on his back, with me on top of his chest my legs practically straddling his right thigh while his left leg was propped up. My hands where on his chest by my head. Dick was a lot taller then I was so I was barely tall enough to reach the middle of his chest standing up, but with him laying down and me being chained I felt even more helpless and small.

Dick had his arms around me circling me waist. Has hand would absentmindedly rub light circles or random swirly patterns on my back with his finger tips. I felt more vulnerable then usual though because Dick decided he needed more skin to skin contact so his hands where up under the light pj shirt I wore.

While laying down like this I had time to think, but my mind kept going back to having some freedom again, my eyes started to water and I tried to be quiet and move my hand to wipe the tears before they fell but it was to late Dick had herd my sniffles.

“Oh, baby bird what wrong”

His new favourite nickname for me was the only think he every called me (Y/N) didn’t seem to be a word in his vocabulary anymore.

I new better when to lie, that would just mean I get stuck down here longer and the sooner I get out of this room the sooner and can try to leave. But the more I thought about it the more difficult it became to stop my tears at the thought of my lost freedom. So I let the tears come like a water fall down my face, unable to stop them.

“I wanna go outside”

I mumbled into his chest, he couldn’t hear me so he gave my midsection a little comforting squeeze

“What was that baby bird, didn’t quite catch that”

“I wanna go outside”

This time I said it a little louder but I still hid my face in his chest kind of embarrassed at myself having to beg for so much as to see the sun and get some exercise as well as being a little worried of he would get mad at me

“ I know baby bird but we will have to see what Bruce says about that when he comes back”

He cooed at me trying to calm me down rubbing my back with his right had while his other was running his fingers through my hair trying to stop my shaking.

The tears wouldn’t stop coming and I couldn’t help the whimpers coming out of my mouth, I felt so helpless I wanted to scream but I knew that throwing a tantrum as they would call it was going to get me no where. All I could do was cry into Dick’s black shirt and beg for anyone to let me out soon. In my head of course they didn’t need to know how desperate I really was.

As if in cue, Bruce walked in for one of our sessions and saw me crying and clinging onto Dick.

“Little one, what’s wrong?”

He came close to me and picked me up off of Dick chest like I weighed nothing despite Dick wanting me to stay right where I was

Whenever anyone held me I could only remember who they really were and who held me captive

“What do you think Bruce, she’s been trapped in here for almost a month now, look how pale she is and despite feeding her she’s starting to loses weight!!!”

Dick yelled at Bruce, it was clear he wanted me out of the room but never took me out because for one, he didn’t have the key, Bruce never let leave his person and second, all thought he didn’t like it he did think it was needed to ‘rehabilitate’ me

Bruce glared at Dick as I shake in his arms. I reach up to pull on his shirt sleeve. He looks down at me not glaring but his eyes where still hard.

I didn’t want to say anything so as not to make him mad so I just pointed down to the chain around my ankle with tears still flowing down my face unwillingly.

Bruce was standing beside the bed with his arm under my thighs and his other hand holding the back of my neck gently. But because he was holding me the way he was, the chain was yanking on my ankle pretty hard, it hurt, you could already see a little bruise form around my ankle.

Dick noticed and tried to take me away from Bruce so I could cuddle up to him on the bed again but Bruce being Bruce, pushed Dick to the side and put me down on the bed and sat in front of my one out stretched ankle. He moved his hand down to my ankle lightly massaging my now sore ankle.

I let out a sigh of relief I looked up a Dick who was just glaring at Bruce, but when I looked at Bruce expecting him to be glaring back at Dick, he was looking at me, he had a calm but still unreadable expression.

“Do you want to go outside little one?”

I looked down at the sudden question, not really knowing what to do wondering if the question was a test but I know better then to not answer him quickly and truthfully so I just kept my head down a nodded quickly

I playing with my fingers in my lap not really knowing what to do with myself, to embarrassed to look up at him and risking him seeing how desperate I was to go outside again.

Bruce moved to gently hold my chin with his right hand with his other still gently holding my ankle rubbing it lightly, he moved my head up to look at him. My tears stoped flowing but my eyes where still a little red and glossy from my tears.

“Little one I need words, you know that”

I did know that, he never let me answer a question with a nod or shake of my head it always had to be words, when I asked him why he just smiled and said

“ I like to hear my little girls voice”

“Just for a few minutes, I just want to walk around for a bit and get some sun I promise I’ll come back with out a problem, I just wanna go outside”

I didn’t want to give him my answer again so I gave my explanation instead, and it was true I knew I could never leave, not yet anyway, but I started to feel sick not being able to do anything but sit on the bed with no light form outside whatsoever. That was why I wasn’t able to gain any weight, they fed me well but I was so sick I would throw up some of the food after going to the bathroom

Bruce moved me closer to him lifting me up onto his lap while he rubbed my shoulders, Dick had kneeled down in front of me taking my hands and gently rubbing and kissing my knuckles. Both clearly being able to tell how scared I was and how tense I became after I answered him afraid he would get mad at me and punish me.

In all our time in this room there was lots of gently touching and always contact of some kind when me and Bruce would talk, but never once did he hit me or torcher me like I originally believed.

The worse I got was a hard glare and that put me in my place right away often drawing tears from my eyes. Knowing that the Batman was the one interrogating me and I had no hope of lying or getting away yet.

“I think you have made very good progress”

I looked up at Bruce kind of shocked, but I was still waiting for ‘but’ to come

Bruce looked down at me and smiled

“I think I could let you outside”

I smiled at him, I wanted to jump for joy yelling and crying tears of happiness but instead I slipped my hands out of Dick’s gentle hold and turned around.

Bruce squeezed my shoulders a little harder when I stared to move probably thinking I was going to do something I wasn’t supposed to, but it was more a warning then him stopping me from turning around.

I finished turning in his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck in a gentle but strong hug.

“Thank you Dad, thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!”

I had never initiated a hug or called Bruce Dad except for when he first brought me in here, but I figured if I wanted to get on his good side and prove my ‘progress’ this was the right way to do it.

I was right

Bruce was clearly shocked not knowing what to do but after he recovered form the initial shock he wrapped his arms around me

Dick was clearly jealous even though he made me hug him I never tried to hug him first

“Come on Bruce let her go already, it’s time to go”

Dick almost whined when he said that, trying to pry me from Bruce’s hold but it only got stronger until he decided to let me go

Bruce told Dick to leave as he put me down on the bed and got up walking to a dark wood dresses in the room

I was a little confused until he took out a forest green sun dress out

He came back over to me and too the key to my shackle out of his back pocket and un-chained me

He handed me the clothes and ushered me to the bathroom

“Have a shower little one, then when your ready we will go outside, it’s a warm day today so it’s the perfect time”

I smiled at his and took the dress from him

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I walked into the bathroom closing the door behind me and started to strip.

I turned the water on and got in when I decided it was warm enough

I hadn’t had a shower in two days so it felt good to get all the grease out of my hair and wash my body, I didn’t know when I would have my next shower thought so I made sure to be very detailed in my cleaning, I scrubbed my skin so hard with the loofah and soap my skin was red by the time I was done.

After my shower I dried off my hair and put on the dress Bruce had picked out for me. It went down all the way to my ankles.

As I looked a little closer to them I could clearly so a dark bruise going around m my right ankle. I sat down to rub it but even with a gentle touch it hurt and I let out a hiss of pain.

Bruce clearly heard me and came into the bathroom

“What’s wrong little one?”

I looked up at him still on the ground lightly touching my ankle

“It just hurt more then I was expecting, I’m fine”

He looked down at me and my bruise with a look in his eye that was nothing but rage

I look down and curled up into a little ball

“Are you mad at me?”

He looked at my face in surprise apparently not realizing he was glaring so hard

“No little one, of course not, I just hate to see you in so much pain.”

I nodded still looking down thinking to myself how it’s his fault I am hurt in the first place

Bruce pick me up bridle style and took me out of the room for the first time in almost a month, I kept looking down at my hands but I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. That was until I realized that this was not any part of Wayne manor that I could recognize.

It looked like some kind of cave. Then it hit me, when Bruce and Jason where fighting Tim mentioned Jason was supposed to come in through the cave.

I looked up at Bruce kind of scared to ask not sure if it’s a kind of question I should ask

“Is this the Batcave?”

Bruce looked down at me and smiled at me

“It is, I’ll give you the tour some time when you get more accustomed to the manor, there is a lot to remember”

I liked how he was talking about me getting to know the manor more but I now I’m going to have to be a ‘good girl’ to be able to walk around myself but first thing ha first I need to be allowed out of the room in the cave.

Bruce took me up a flight of stairs, when we got to the top he shifted my weight so it was just on his left arm and put his right hand of a scanner and a little door opened, when he walked out I found we where in a huge library with a grand father clock as the secret door.

I looked around, it was huge with tall beautifully carved pillars made from the same dark wood as the rest of the furniture in the manor.

Bruce looked down at me a smirked, but changed it to a smile before I could see

“You like it little one?”

I looked up at him with a look of amazement on my face

“I’m not much a reader myself, I can never focus on the book and get bored really quickly, it’s just really impressive”

I look back at the library

“I’ve never seen so many books before”

Bruce chuckles at me before he kept walked

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He carried me down a few hallways I didn’t recognize but to be fair when I convinced Dick to go exploring we never really saw much

We kept walking until I heard stomping foot steps coming behind us I looked behind Bruce’s shoulder to see a very angry Jason with his fists balled tightly by his sides

Bruce’s face when from calm to hard and angry in a split second

He set me down, I stumbled, the bruise on my ankle, it seemed to get worse and was very swollen, Bruce caught me but put me behind his back but I still held onto his shirt lightly

Jason was in his Red Hood clothes aside from the actual hood

I couldn’t help but feel intimidated by him, knowing who he really is and his reputation scared me especially when I don’t know what he’s mad about

“So, you finally let her out”

Bruce glared at Jason clearly not pleased with him

“You had no right to take her, she belongs to all of us!”

Jason yelled at Bruce as he kept getting closer and closer

“And keeping me away from her? Damian I understand, he is the one who put that idea into her head but me, I didn’t do shit!”

Bruce was steaming

“Your the reason she found out about what we really do, your the reason she is even more afraid of us!”

I flinch, so hard I fell back on the ground, scared about what the two very powerful men might do to each other and what would happen to me if I got in the crosshairs

I herd foot steps coming for behind me, this time running, I turn to see a very concerned Tim looking down at me and the two other men who still haven’t taken their eyes off of each other

Time glared at the two em who were currently in a stand off, he seemed to have understood what was happening

Tim helped me back up but I almost fell again because of my ankle, Tim looked down at my leg and picked me up instead

“Are you ok?”

I was shaking in his arms

“I-im ok”

I couldn’t help the studded that came from my mouth

Tim glared at the two as they kept yelling at each other about the last month and what lead to it

Tim started to walk away, when I realized what was happening I started to shake more, worried about what Bruce would do when he realized I wasn’t behind him anymore

“Tim, wait no, Bruce will get mad at me, I don’t want to be locked up again”

The tears where flowing down my face as I clung to his shirt

“It’s ok kiddo you’ll be fine Bruce would be a lot more mad at me then anyone but he will be fine he would never want you anywhere near a fight”

And with that Tim kept walking

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I thought Tim was taking me back to the room in the cave but instead he took me to the room I first woke up in

Tim sat on the bed resting against the headboard with me in his lap

I tried to squirm away just needing some breathing room but he must have thought I was just shaking more, he pulled my close to him sitting on him lap with my back to his chest, I was breathing heavily, not knowing what to do, I couldn’t escape I couldn’t get out of his arms without angering him

So I just stayed there, shaking and whimpering with the occasional tear falling down my cheek

Tim had his head buried in my hair using one of his hands to stroke my (H/C) hair

“Shhhh, Shhhh, it’s ok, your ok, I know it’s scary but it’s over, no one is going to hurt you, Jason was just pissed he didn’t get to see you for so long”

I looked up at Tim, I needed some fresh air and some movement even if my ankle hurt

“Can I still go outside for a little bit? I think some fresh air will do me good”

Tim smiled sweetly at me

“Sure kiddo”

With that he stood up walking away with me in his arms again

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We walked until we came through a little room on the ground floor with a door by the windows, we walked outside to a beautiful garden with gorgeous stone raised flower beds, all kind of flower, roses of all kinds of colors but mostly red, daisy’s, dragon snaps, bloody hearts and tiger lilies (my personal favourite)

I look up at Tim

“It’s gorgeous”

“Isn’t it, I don’t spend a lot of time out here but Damian loves to read out here”

Tim put me down after I told him I wanted to walk around for a bit, I was all kinds of stif and my muscles needed some use.

Tim still had me hold onto his arm in case I fell my ankle just seemed to be getting worse and worse but he didn’t need to know that

We walked around sometimes stoping to see the flowers and literally smell the roses until I just wanted to sit and enjoy the sun and sweet smelling flowers

I sat on a bench in the middle of the huge garden till Tim got up

“I’m going to go check on Bruce and Jason alright kiddo?”

I looked up and nodded at him

I think he’s testing me, to see if I would try to get away, but even if I wanted to, with my swollen know black and purple bruise on my ankle I wouldn’t be able to leave.

I laid down on the bench, it had comfy pillows on it, at some point when I was enjoying the sun I fell asleep

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Damian was walking in the garden at Wayne manor on his way to his favourite bench when he came across his little (Y/N) peacefully sleeping on the bench

Damian wonders why she’s out, He saw Dick walking around earlier with a dumb ass smile on his face maybe this is what it was about

Damian smirked at his beloved (Y/N) he went to hold her after a month of not even being able to hear her voice

He was about to pick her up bridle style when her dress moved up her legs a little and he saw her hurt ankle, it looked like someone took a baseball bat to it.

He felt unbridled rage, how dare none of them take care of her when she’s hurt

Damian had a glare that would kill anyone who dared look at him, he pick (Y/N) up and took her to her room

“Don’t worry beloved, I won’t let anything happen to you”

#yandere #yandere platonic #yandere batfam #yandere platonic batfamily x reader #yandere dc #yandere x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #yandere tim drake

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ywpd-translations · 11 months

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Ride 733: Sugimoto vs Danchiku

Pag 1

1: By the way, Sugimoto-san, what about your “special technique”?

2: … ah

3: My self-awareness isn't that low that I didn't come prepared!!

Pag 3

2: Huh!?

3: He.... has it? A “special technique”!?

4: Sugimoto!!

5: I'll tell you one more time.... one more time

Pag 4

1: Come at me!!

Danchiku Ryuuhou!!

2: Go, Danchiku!!

4: Garu-

Pag 5

1: Bamboo Hop Shot!!

Garuaaa

Pag 6

4: He caught up in an instant!!

5: Nice, Danchiku

Pag 7

1: Keep going like this, pass him and tear him off!!

2: Sorry, Sugimoto-san, but!!

Please let me pass you, garuaa!!

3: I won't let you

4: do that, Danchiku!!

Pag 8

3: Damn!! Haha in such a crucial moment!! All these trees block the view and we can't see!!

Hahah!!

4: What happened to those two, teh...

It looked like Danchiku-san caught up to him in one go and passed him ,but

Pag 9

1: Sugimoto!!

2: Sugimoto!!

3: Don't worry, first years!! Once we pass these trees we should see that Danchiku tore Sugimoto-san off and opened a distance of 100... no, 200m

Teh!!

4: He'll be riding in the lead!!

5: Ah, right, that's true

6: There's something I heard from the senpais.... until now, Sugimoto-san never stood out in races or got any good result... he even retired sometimes...

7: On the other hand, last year during the Minegayama Hill-climb race, Danchiku-san fought against a guy from Hakone Academy who had participated in the Inter High

8: And he won!!

Teh!?

The difference in their strengths has always been....

Pag 10

1: clear...

Huh!?

Pag 11

1: They're neck and neck!!

2: Sugimoto-san!!

5: He's following!! Woah

He's working hard to stay lined up to him, teh, Sugimoto-san!! Huh!?

Pag 12

2: Haha, what are you doing, Danchiku!!

You have to pedal seriously!!

3: …. I was pedaling seriously....

6: When we passed the curve with the thick trees, I bent my frame with all my might

Pag 13

1: We hit each other's shoulders, and I thought he would falter

2: Then I kept accelerating like that and thought I could leave him behind

3: But this guy

4: didn't fall behind!!

5: Moreover.... usually, when you're chasing an opponent, you stay behind them

You use your opponent against the wind... but this guy.... when accelerating now

Pag 14

1: He lined up next to me!!

As if he just wanted to prove that we're “equal”!!

2: Knowing that he's wasting his stamina!!

4: Of course, the second year is doing his best

So I, as a third year.... in this race

5: I'll let him practice against someone more experienced than him!!

Pag 15

3: Issa.... I...

Calm down, Danchiku!!

4: You're stronger than him!!

You're stronger!! It's alright, he justhappened to be able to follow you with his eyes in this first attack, that's it

5: Attack over and over again and you'll tear him off!!

This guy can't keep up with you so many times!!

6: Kaburagi-san... incredible.... teh

Yeah.... even though Sugimoto-san is right next to him, he's dissing him to his face....

7: Don't falter, have confidence, Danchiku

Yeah!!

8: Sugimoto-san!! For now, how about we say you race until that line over there?

The sun will set soon

This lap will be like...

Pag 16

1: “500km” for each other!!

5: A “special technique”, in other words, it's the momentary activation of you own's “field of expertise”

6: Understanding your own “field of expertise” polishing it up, consciously controlling and, it in time of need – that specialty...

Pag 17

1: letting it explode

-go!!

2: But that's not something everyone can do

3: And it's especially troublesome when you can't find your own “special technique”

4: Or it could be that for most people, they don't know what they excel in, what their specialty is

5: And in that moment, they have no choice but spend time looking for it

Pag 18

1: Using their intelligence and body, facing themselves and trying out

Over and over again

2: Only in the midst of “failure” you can find it

3: “Failure”, huh

4: Then, about that

Pag 19

1: you might be the most experiecned among us!!

Pag 20

1: Dammitl, he caught up again!!

2: What's this guy's deal...

Even though he's so out of breath!!

3: Danchiku!!

4: Back... back in the day....

5: Here is Sohoku there was a person called Tadokoro-san

His body was so huge... and he always thought of his kouhai

Pag 21

1: He said that in order to be fast, “oxygen” was important

2: I practiced runnin whil taking in oxygen a lot

3: And there was a person called Kinjou-san, and he was very skillful in controlling the bike, so I practiced imitating his bike control

5: It was all a failure, but, but, Danchiku- have you ever heard these words?

6: In road racing the most important things are “practice” and

Pag 22

1: “Experience”!!

6: Sugimoto-san jumped ahead!! Chyase him!! Danchiku!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowapeda #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal translations #ride 733 #sugimotooooo you gooo!!!#i cheer for both of them you know that #but seeing sugimoto shine feels so good!!! our experienced cyclist is finally having his moment :')#also kaburagi is so freaking annoying asdsgdhdkgjf #he never has any filter but when hes so excited he gets even worse lmao hes so rude #the first years being more shocked at him dissing sugimoto right to his face than anything else LMAO #ah #as for that sentence about the 500km - im not sure about it #i just translated literally xD #BTW i promise i'll reply to all the asks i got lately tomorrow!!! i'm having a LOT of work k to do lately so i have no free time basically :

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ailendolin · 8 months

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prompt 4 for robin & humphrey!?

Hi anon! Sorry it took me so long to write your prompt - it was surprisingly hard to come up with something for "Holding hands" for those two. I hope you'll like your ficlet!

List of prompts is here. Filled prompts are here, here, here and here on AO3.

Prompts are closed.

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For a long time, it was just Rogh and the headless man.

The sick people tended to keep to themselves – they were a group, a family. Rogh remembered what that felt like, and he understood not wanting to welcome a stranger into their midst and why they were drawn to the dark room below the house that was built in the place their village used to be. It reminded him of the cave he once called home and he sometimes envied them the safety it provided.

It had been many Moonahs since he’d felt safe anywhere, or at home. He’d had a family like theirs once too – a ghost one, years after his living one had moved away one harsh winter and never returned. There had been four of them, bound by the Stones to the land they roamed, and they had huddled together at night to look up at Moonah just like Rogh had once done with his children. Death had not felt so lonely back then – not until one by one, the light took them away.

When the last one left, Rogh thought he would be next. He waited and waited but the light didn’t come. Instead, new people died and stayed for a while. They too eventually left with the light and Rogh – Rogh could no longer bear to say goodbye to anyone so he stopped saying hello.

The ice came and went and one day disappeared altogether; people settled and moved on; wars were fought and won and lost until eventually, the big house was built and fancy people started to live where mammoths used to graze. Rogh, just like the sick people, mostly kept to himself in those days. He did not care for the raucous laughter at dinner or the pretty dresses the ladies wore but he did notice the house growing dark and silent after the young boy returned from France with an even younger bride. Rogh couldn’t help but pity them both. He might be sad in death but at least he had been happy in life – something they clearly would never be.

Every now and then he looked in on them, watched the lad paint his sorrows onto canvasses and the girl find solace in her books. When one had been dead as long as he was, time became difficult to grasp. One minute, the lad was sitting at the end of a very large table having lunch with his young wife in sorrowful silence and the next, a man with dark circles under his eyes was sitting in his place, looking like he bore more weight and worries on his shoulders than any man should.

And then he was lying on the floor with his head parted from his body and Rogh thought, oh, and laughed.

When he found the head still lying where it had fallen a week later, Rogh was no longer laughing. It was clear the man had been dealt an even crueller fate than he had been, so Rogh decided the least he could do was search for the body. It had the tendency to wander off, aimlessly, and he eventually found it waist-deep in the lake. When he reached for its hand, its skin was warm and Rogh tried very hard not to think about how long it had been since he had touched anyone like this when he pulled the body back towards the house and the room where its head was lying and carefully directed its hands to it.

“Oh, that’s a relief!” the head said with a sigh once it was reattached to its body. “Thank you so much, err…”

“Rogh,” Rogh grunted.

The man smiled and held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Rogh. I’m Sir Humphrey Bone – though I suppose you know that already.”

Rogh shrugged and shook the hand like he had seen the livings do. It was a foreign gesture but the pressure felt nice and when Humphrey let go, Rogh’s hand tingled pleasantly from the touch.

It became a thing – him finding Humphrey’s body and leading it back to its head. There was something about holding the body’s hand, even for just a short moment, that eased the ageless ache in his heart just a bit. And it was that small, infrequent contact that softened his battered soul enough for him to seek out Graham and Mary when they died rather than keep to himself like he used to. With them around, death was easier to deal with, and the never-ending task of finding Humphrey’s body and reuniting it with its head slowly became an afterthought.

But Rogh, even after he became Robin, never forgot those first few years he spent alone with Humphrey. And when the light took Mary away, he found Humphrey’s body just before dawn, took its hand and led it to its head just like he’d done all those years ago so they could mourn the passing of a friend together until a new day dawned and the sun rose over the land like it had always done, unwavering, unchanged.

#robin the caveman #humphrey bone #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #my fic #ask game prompt ficlet #birthday prompts 2023

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useless-catalanfacts · 9 months

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Photos: the cucafera of Tarragona, Tortosa, Montblanc and Reus.

One of the fearsome beasts in Catalan mythology is the Cucafera.

It's more or less a mix of a giant turtle and a dragon, related to the Tarasca from Provence. It's said that female cucaferes lay a large quantity of eggs in the mud of lakes and shores, where the sun keeps them warm until it's time to leave the egg. But many eggs get sucked down the sand, and for this reason very few of these eggs result in a baby cucafera, explaining why there are so few of these animals. They eat sea sturgeons and other big fish and generally avoid humans, but when humans attack them or try to fish them, they defends themselves by fighting the humans with violence, moving incredibly fast. If the fight happens on land, the cucafera moves to hit its enemies with its shell, and if it happens at sea, its hits them until they drown. Sometimes the cucafera is also used to scare children, and is said that every day it eats 13 cats and 13 children alive.

There are different legends in different towns that talk of local fishermen who tried to catch a cucafera or people who have tried to tame one. These legends serve to explain why a cucafera takes part in the processons/parades of the town. The oldest written document that talks of a cucafera figure parading for these festivities is from Montblanc in the 14th century.

If you've followed this blog for a while or are familiar with Catalan culture, you'll know that festivities like festa major and Corpus are celebrated with traditional dances and figures that represent giants, dragons and other animals of the Bestiary. In some towns, a tamed cucafera also walks the parade. Some cucafera figures, like the ones from Tortosa and Reus, open and close their jaw to make a loud sound to scare children.

Children putting their hand in the cucafera's mouth in Tortosa.

Under the "keep reading", I've translated a legend from Tortosa about an adventurer who followed a wizard's words and who, with the help of follets (tiny elfs), fought a cucafera to save a princess. I hope you enjoy it!

A long time ago, a young man arrived to Tortosa. He was handsome and unusually tall, and wore a robe embroidered in gold and a beautiful stoat cape, proof of his status. From his belt hanged a long sword with which he had won a thousand fights, so heavy that only he could use it. His name was Rufolet, and he came from a far-away land in search of a princess called Rubí [Ruby] who had been enchanted by a wizard.

He went to see the city's authorities to ask for directions. The city councillors asked him how did he know that Rubí was in Tortosa. Rufolet explained that the wizard told Rubí's father "do not worry about your daughter; it will take many years until you see her again, as a punishment for your bad deeds and the mistreatment of your vassals, but the day will come when the bravest of your subjects will find the way and will know how to set her free from the spell. This subject will walk always towards the setting sun until he reaches a place where a wide river of clear waters crosses next to a city surrounded by city walls and seven gates, whose inhabitants are brave and hard-working, whose orchards give the most delicate fruits, whose garrigues produce the best oil, and whose temperature is sweet and pleasant all year long; near there Rubí will be found. As the most significant detail: that city has the Holy Ribbon, weaved by the Virgin Mary's own hands and which she used to tie around her waist when she was pregnant." [Relic kept in Tortosa's cathedral.]

And so, Rufolet continued, this city could only be Tortosa. Rufolet asked the directions to their nearest cave, which the councillors gave. The next morning at sunrise, he followed the directions: left the city, crossed the river and forests, slashing with his sword to open a path where the vegetation is the densest. It was already noon when he heard someone shouting "help!!! help me!!!!". He ran following the voice and arrived to a pond, where a follet [small elf] was drowning after trying to drink water. Rufolet quickly grabbed the follet's leg and pulled him out of the water.

"Thank you, noble sir" said the follet as soon as he could talk. "I'm Xaco, the oldest follet of our whole group. I would have died if it were not for you".

"Do not worry, it is not important. You would have done the same for me" answered Rufolet.

"Of course, do not doubt it" continued Xaco vainly, "because even though I am smaller than you, I am much more powerful."

"It is fine, there is no reason to get mad for something like this. I am happy I could help you" replied Rufolet.

"Very well, and I am very thankful. And to prove it, I and all the follets of this mountain range rest at your service to help you with the deed that brought you here. If you are in danger, just shout 'Xaco!' and we will quickly be there."

Rufolet continued walking up the mountain. When he reached the top, he saw the princess Rubí resting under a tree's shade. He stopped a moment to admire her beauty, when he heard a loud sound next to him: "Ggnnyyooff…!! Ggnnyyooff…!!"

He turned around and saw a terrible beast, with fire coming out of its eyes and fog out of its mouth. Rufolet started running downhill as fast as he could while desperately shouting "Xaco! Xaco!!!!" and seven follets came out of a bush, looking terrified because that beast had been scaring them all this time.

"Xaco, please, help me. I would never have thought that the beast would be so terrifying!" pleaded Rufolet.

"What did you expect!" said Xaco, laughing. "When I offered you our help, I did so knowing that you alone would never be able to defeat this beast, which we call a cucafera. You must use more skill than strength, and us follets have the secret to dominate it. Don't rush, for its head is so hard that no sword can slash it."

A second follet named Guarí continued. "First of all, you must know that the cucafera is harmless. Its disgusting body makes everyone believe it's an evil beast, but if you want it to be docile, you must only take your sword and cut off its ears and tail."

"But your sword", added a third follet called Canasta, "needs to be sharpened, because the cucafera's tail is very hard. Give it to us, and Xut and I will fix it."

Since it was already almost sundown, the seven follets and Rufolet had dinner and went to sleep. Right before sunrise, Xut and Canasta brought in Rufolet's sword, shining as the sun.

Rufolet and the follets went to the cave. The fight was short, since Rufolet knew exactly what he had to do. He slashed his left ear, then the right ear, and finally the tail. Suddenly, the terrible cucafera became calm and tamed, and slowly moved towards Rufolet and started licking his feet like a dog.

"Thank God, I'm free at last" said Rubí, still trembling of emotion. "Thank you, Rufolet, for taming the beast. Now we can go back to our country and we will get married."

"Yes, Rubí. And we will live happily ever after," answered Rufolet, "but we must take the cucafera with us so your father can have it in the royal garden as a reminder of this terrible adventure."

"What about us?" said Xaco, standing between them. "We also want to come and see your far-away lands and spend some time there among you. But only a short time, because we must come back here to work in our cave, which from now on will be called Rubí."

And so all the group walked back to Tortosa, with the follets dancing of happiness and Rubí and Rufolet holding hands. Near the city, they found the bagpipe players, who asked them who they are and where they come from. Xaco explained what had happened and asked the bagpipe players the same. "Today is the holiday of Corpus, and every year we play in the procession."

"The Tortosan people will be very happy to know we have caught the cucafera" said Xaco, "and it would be good for it to enter the city with the sound of the bagpipes." And the bagpipe players agreed.

And thus, with the music, the follets dancing, Rubí and Rufolet smiling and the cucafera walking calmly, they entered the city. But when they reached the Cathedral, the square was crowded with people who had gathered to watch the Corpus procession that was about to start. The only way to cross was right there between the crowd, and so they did right at the time when the procession was starting. Since that day, it was decided that the Cucafera, Rubí, Rufolet and the seven follets, followed by the musicians, would be the first ones in the procession. But nowadays they're not flesh and blood, because the real ones all went to Rubí's country and still haven't come back.

This legend is translated and summed up from the version published by Joan Subirats in 1957 (source).

Tortosa's cucafera and the giants, called Rufo and Rubí.

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hellcatinnc · 8 months

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Day 25 - Kiyoka Kudo - My Happy Marriage

This man won me over so fast it wasn't even funny. He gave off that tsundere feel to me because he was prickly to most but to the one he could fall in love with he opens up on a whole other level. So he easily made it to my husbando list.

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He Protects You

He will burn the world to the ground if its what he must do to protect you. He can be a bit jealous but he knows the fights that have to be fought and which ones are not. He believes you love him enough you wouldn't stray even with him being jealous however the moment someone tries to hurt you they have to go through him and thats not so easy. You will never have to worry about anyone getting through him to hurt you.

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He Loves To Tease You

Any chance he sees a opening to watch your face flush red and you be all bashful he will do it. He is normally a very strict ordered man but when he sees you fluster because he got too close to you it warms his heart and makes him want you more. Yes thats right he wants to grab you and hold you all night long if you would let him without a care of if its right or wrong.

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He Comforts You

When you need to cry, rant, or just vent this man is there to hold you and tell you everything will be ok. He means it to there is no other place he would want to be than with you in the very moment you need him. He will wipe away your tears and comfort your bad dreams. He wants you and only you no one else will ever do until his last breath.

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He Can See The Real You

When the rest of the world just doesn't understand you he can see through the pain, and mask you wear with his beautiful blue eyes. They piece into your soul the way he looks at you. You can feel the way he looks at you intently like your the most important person in the world to him. He doesn't care about the damage and heartbreak you have suffered in the past. He doesn't care of what family title your from or if you even know how to cook. These are all things he doesn't care about what he cares about is you and what makes you, You this is how he sees the real you.

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He Takes You Places

He likes to take you to beautiful places and share with you beautiful memories. He likes to take you out to eat or for strolls among the street. He isn't picky as long as he has his beautiful woman by his side he is content. He wants to experience new things with you and when he has done something already he focuses on seeing through your eyes and enjoying it yet again.

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He Can't Stop Thinking About You

No matter what time a day it is or if he is at home or work he thinks about you often. He is not normally the man who could be swayed so easily to have a hard time keeping his head clear but the moment you walked into his life he finds himself sometimes day dreaming of you when he is away from you too long.

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He Misses You

When he has to stay away from you too long whether it be work or family he misses you like crazy. He secretly hopes you miss him as much as he misses you.

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He Buys You Pretty Things

He will buy beautiful things whether it be clothes or other things that you would love. He loves you are not with him because of his money, he loves that he really feels loved by you without you even to say a word it shines through you when he gives you gifts your so humble and he is so grateful for you.

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He Tells You Your Beautiful

He will go out of the way to stare at you when you look lovely even when you don't think so he will tell you how beautiful you are and be truly genuine when he does it too. When he tells you this and looks at you like that its because you are the most beautiful creature he has ever seen.

#Kiyoka Kudo #lord kudo #my happy marriage #anime #husbando challenge #husbando #shoujo #shoujo anime

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