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finniestoncrane · 2 days

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Pleaseeeee can I have a softer Cooper who worries a lot about his girlfriend having to deal with people looking at them weird all the time, but who would be happy to yell "THIS IS MY MAN!" to anyone who would listen?

Willingly

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.5k i am already on the soft cooper train oh no lmaooooo just a little bit of soft boyfriend cooper, or as soft as i imagine he can get, being defended by his partner 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: guns, blood, violence, good old fashioned trope fic!

Cooper struggled against your gently grip, his gloved hand pulling away from yours, fingers no longer entwined with yours. You looked to him, noticing he was avoiding your inquisitive gaze, and then noticed the crudely painted sign on the wall ahead of you. The gates to the nearest settlement were just ahead of you. Your last stop before you headed on to the next job.

“What? Are you embarrassed to walk in here holding my hand, Coop?”

His easy, charming smile seemed a little off as he spoke to you, still looking straight ahead.

“You kiddin’? Darlin’, this is for your benefit. Not many settlements are alright with folks like me at the best of times, but with you on my arm? We’d both be in danger, and I can’t keep spendin’ all my time savin’ you.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“I can hold my own. You know that.”

There was no response, but you knew better than to keep fighting your corner in this particular arena. So instead, you sighed, placing your hands which now felt so incredibly cold and empty, back into your pockets to keep them from mindedly grabbing Cooper’s hands again. You couldn’t be too annoyed. For someone as stoic and cold as he could be, the fact he tolerated holding your hand at all was a pleasant enough gesture. But his willingness to offer up any form of physical affection dwindled completed when there was a risk of running into people. He became reserved, quiet, well-behaved almost. It was something you hadn’t expected from him, to be shy or to allow someone else’s opinions to hold him back. And admittedly, a lot of the time, you had worried that it was because he didn’t want to be seen with you. But you knew it was the other way around in his mind. He was afraid of how people would look at you.

As though he could hear your thoughts, knowing you well enough after all this time together, Cooper spoke finally as you sidled up to the gates.

“You wake up to this face smiling. You call me handsome. You say I’m charming. Good lookin’ I might be in your books, but there ain’t a lot of charm left in these old bones, sweetheart. I couldn’t talk my way out of an argument, and since you keep remindin’ me that I’m not allowed to cause problems everywhere we go…”

He tapped his thumb against the barrel of his holstered gun.

“… Then I just better not give anyone any more reason not to like me.”

“Well, I like you, Coop.”

“And I will forever question your judgement on that, kid.”

Smiling, you both passed through the open gate of the settlement and separated with a nod to get the supplies you needed. Quicker, and safer, to go separately. But still, you kept your head down, Cooper with his ragged mask up and his hat brim tipped to cover as much of his face as possible. Quiet, subtle, nondescript.

It didn’t stop them though, three of them. Pointing towards you, setting their beer bottles down on the stained and rusting bar top as they rushed to follow you.

“Hey! Hello there, pretty lady! You all alone?”

Turning, you spotted the colour of the uniform first, immediately recognising that you had made a mistake in even acknowledging them. That telltale burnt orange jumpsuit. The arrogance in their smug smiles. The Brother of Steel.

“No. I’m not alone.”

“Sure looks like you are… you know, maybe you could come on over and we’ll by you a cola?”

They laughed amongst themselves as you walked on. That one answer and a quick disappearing act was all you were willing to give them, turning quickly back and trying to lose them in the crowd as they slapped each other’s backs and spat to the ground.

And you thought you had been successful. You found a trader with everything you needed on your list before you returned to wait just beyond the gate for Cooper, no further interruptions to your day from the louts at the bar. But the entire interaction had out you on edge, so much so that when Cooper appeared behind you, leaning in without you noticing to whisper in your ear, you jumped out of your skin. Luckily, he was quick, and managed to grab your wrist before your fist struck the side of his face.

“Jumpy, aren’t you? Maybe you don’t think I’m so handsome after all.”

His wink made you blush, it always did, and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from grinning like a fool.

“You surprised me is all, smartass.”

Cooper smiled, tightening the grip on your wrist and pulling you closer to him. You feigned some resistance, pretending to put up a fight against his grin, his charms, his strength. But you were following his pull, your lips almost touching his before the blow was landed.

Cooper’s body was knocked completely off balance, his body falling to the ground in a cloud of dust. Turning in the direction he was hit from, you found yourself staring down the three members of the Brotherhood from the market. Holding back some of the choice words you had for them, you managed to narrow it down to one question simple enough for even them to answer.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Shocked by your ungrateful attitude, one of the men, the largest of the three, stepped forward and pushing your shoulder with his finger.

“We’re saving you from assault, lady! This monster had its hands all over you, but don’t worry, we’ll take care of it. And you’re welcome.”

You scoffed, face going red with rage as you knelt to help Cooper up.

“You’re not saving me, asshole! You’re ruining the fucking vibe, you dweebs.”

Again, a far more polite term than you had wanted to use, but that didn’t seem to make the men any less aggressive towards either Cooper or now you. The largest of the men grabbed your arm, pulling you back up and away from the hand that Cooper had held out to you.

“Oh… you’re one of those freaks! No wonder you turned down some good old-fashioned heroes like us then.”

One of the others nudged you to the side, the other pushing Cooper back down to the ground with a kick, turning around as all of them converged on you until your back was against the wall. Nowhere to go. Trapped by them as they made their disgusting comments.

“Why would you waste your time on some abomination like that, huh? You into freaky stuff? Cos I could sure show you a thing or two. What’s he got? Like two cocks or something weird like that?”

You spat out your retort, well aware of the repercussions, but not caring.

“He could be feral and I’d still let him touch me before I even thought about letting any of you near me.”

Bracing for impact, you squeezed your eyelids shut, opening them again moments later when you realised you hadn’t been hit yet. Instead, all three of the Knights were on the ground, Cooper kneeling over them as he tightened the lasso and added the long length around their wrists for measure.

“Oughta keep ‘em long enough for us to make our escape, hm?”

You nodded, smiling, surprised still at how effective he was at handling anything the Wasteland threw at him.

“And I did it all without too much violence and noise, like you asked.”

“My hero.”

You swooned playfully, watching him as he made his way to stand beside you, both of you looking down without an ounce of pity at the men who writhed before you in the dirt.

“And look at you, shouting all those kind words about me for anyone to hear.”

“I keep telling you, Coop. I can hold my own, and I don’t care what people think.”

“You sure about that, darlin’? The likes of these fellas don’t put you off none?”

His eyes darted towards the Knights, now trussed up and struggling against each other on the ground, straining their necks to move their heads out of the line of Cooper’s gun.

“What? You think I’m put off by the Brotherhood? Yeah… and the rads put me off stuffing tin after tin of delicious cram down my throat.”

Cooper grabbed your hand in his, initiating the contact for the first time, and pulled you away back onto the cracked road. He knew he’d let go before you hit the next settlement, but he felt a little bit better about the risks associated. Especially since he had to admit, you could hold your own. And you were determined to do so when it came to him. It was nice to feel like he could let the affection be reciprocated.

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somnas-writes · 1 month

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Thinking about the tragedy that is Ciel and Sebastian’s relationship.

They have a twisted power dynamic. Sebastian’s stronger and is inevitably going to eat Ciels soul. Ciel has the power of the contract and is going to die in the end.

Sebastian is raising someone who refuses to be a child, raising him like cattle for the cultivation. Ciel know this, knows it well but he acts regardless, doesn’t let it deter him.

We, the readers, can tell that they have begun caring for each other. Against their better judgment, they care now. They worry when they get hurt, when things go wrong. But in the end, none of that’s going to matter.

Ciel is going to die at Sebastian’s hands. That’s as clear as day, a fact of life now. They both know.

Will Sebastian feel regret or will it just be another meal. Is Ciel going to be afraid or will it just be another night for him. What will they feel when the end is near?

A Tragedy is an story that is based on human suffering that culminates in catharsis.

Theyre going to be a tragedy.

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worri-wort · 1 year

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Sketch of Arkham Eddie for you guys while I scurry to finish like 8 different drawings haha

School is finally over for Christmas but I am going home soon and won’t be at my pc/drawing tablet. But I am aiming to queue some stuff so you’re all satiated ❤ ❤ ❤

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bapydemonprincess · 21 days

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They Think They Are Monsters

He was used and abused at only eleven human years. His family destroyed. His remaining brother used to summon me. Some days he does believe his rage is justified. Some days he looks startled after ordering me to kill for him and seeing the results. Or after a mission is fully over he will sit for hours thinking on what transpired. The times that he held up a man made weapon and pulled the trigger. With no hesitation.

He was experimented on. Likely stolen away from a family. He now has the power to crush other humans twice his size. He gets scared and tears up. He becomes the child he truly is when he messes up and runs to me. He forgets in those emotional moments his own abilities and clings to me, squeezing my human form. I feel even my own muscles and bones near cracking under his strength. He cries about this too but he still seeks comfort in the process.

She was raised not as a girl but as a weapon. With her eyes she was perfect for killing others' enemies instantly, cleanly, without anyone having known a young girl was the culprit. She grew to love that gun, I know. To know it as a certainty. If what had happened hadn't happened she would have.. could have taken out the ones who raised her.

His family was killed, and he let his rage consume him; fuel him. Help him survive, from battle to battle, endlessly killing, whether it was still justified or not, he could not stop... He wanted to survive, but regretted it. Likely expecting one day he would drop dead. But he was indeed almost on the brink of eating another human's body if it meant carrying on with his personal mission of destruction.

They are all humans.

No matter how I describe them. All the gorey details. They are still humans. Beings on this earth with souls.

I sense them. I can see them. I know them.

That's how I know all of these things about them.

For I am not a human.

I am a demon.

I am a monster.

And my entire agenda is taking human souls.

They are my kinds food source.

I use my ability to read their entire lifes worth of tragedy and grief, fear and rage, to convince them I am a trusted ally.

That I would never kill them.

I understand how they feel.

I am a monster.

They believe I am a fellow human.

They still think, though, that they are horrible wretches for various reasons.

They amuse me. They infuriate me.

They are useful to me.

They are not monsters at all.

They are humans.

But...

They are my humans.

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fruity-cryptid · 19 days

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I had an vision people and I need you to hear me out

Annie wants to bond with Abed more since she’s moved in with him and Troy but she has like no clue how to right right, eventually she sees Abed watching a spy movie or something where the main character puts on makeup and dresses up for a party they’re going to. Annie would casually bring up about how that look would be really fun to re create, and Abed suddenly to Annie’s shock goes “ You could try it on me, I wouldn’t mind.” This leads to them bonding while Annie does makeup on Abed based on movie looks.

Is this just an excuse for me to draw Abed in makeup..? Maybe…

#finny speaks #abed nadir #abed community #annie edison #annie community #they’re so besties guys #hold on while I ignore art class to draw Abed in makeup #Annie and Abed #also if someone wants to write me like a fanfic where Troy finds this out lemme know

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movedmovedsoup · 2 years

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I absolutely love your fics!! Can you please write a finney x fem reader fic?? it doesn’t have to be anything specific but no rush either! I just rlly love finneys character and I haven’t seen many fics about him 😭

awww omg yes !!😭💕💕 ive been WAITING TO WRITE A FINNEY FIC!! I HAD SM FUN WRITING THIS!!

Bullseye?

finney blakex fem! reader !

edit: WHOEVER TOLD ME HIS LAST NAME IN ANON THANK YOU😭

it was the fall of 1978, north denver. the trees had settled on shades of oranges and browns a few still painted green only a few were late bloomers. the november chill ran up your spine as you sat under a tree with gwendolyn blake, a good friend of yours and little sister to finney blake. as if that wasn’t already known. she was a grade bellow you but you didn’t really mind one bit. she was sweet but didn’t hesitate to tell the truth and be honest whenever it was needed, something you appreciated. at the moment the two of you were seated on a hill across from where finn and his team were currently playing a game of baseball. the stands were all filled up so gwen suggested a more, in her words, ‘scenic view’. it wasn’t like it was a bad idea..it was just not the ideal for you to be bunched up next to her with the wind blowing the two of yours hair around. it wasn’t very cold no, but the wind was just brutal this afternoon. sure you had the choice to simply get up and leave but two things definitely held you back from doing any of that. first off, you weren’t going to leave gwen here, she’ll just guilt trip you with large puppy eyes. something that was definitely a weakness. and that second thing. well you were in the same grade as finney and well, you definitely were crushing on him, it was so undeniably obvious to everyone around you, and unknowingly to you, it was so undeniably obvious that he returned the feelings. from the shy glances that the two of you stole from each other in science to the..rather awkward interactions you had. it wasn’t like the two of you didn’t know each other no no, because gwen always went to your house and vise versa.

along with the fact you two were just very recently science buddies the two of you knew each other pretty well. yeah okay not robin and finney type of well but, it was almost impossible to know someone that well. now there wasn’t one person who was tired of this shy pining nobody was as tired of it as gwen was. now finney was never the heroic type..he wasn’t exactly brave when it came to things like this so gwen couldn’t rope him into any circumstance where he’d have to do a impromptu confession and she knew you were stubborn as a stone, not wanting to hurt the friendship in any way. which was definitely understandable but in gwen’s eyes..it definitely was not. as you peacefully rested your head against the tree trunk as the smaller girl was slumped up against your arm, using you as a pillow of sorts. despite the wind nothing was really bad. it was nice, peaceful. you honestly wished every day could be like this, slightly perking up as you heard the coach blow his whistle, signaling break time. now the two of you weren’t very far from the actual game, like at all. some parents or other kids were scattered around you and gwen, the two of you just got lucky with the good spot. a grin spread onto gwen’s face concealing a small laugh as she lifted herself up, digging through her backpack.

“hey y/n! finney is probably thirsty or something from the practice round, can you give this to him?”

“a coke? wouldn’t a water be more-“

“take it.”

and suddenly a lukewarm can of coke was shoved into your hands, and a small shove that definitely did the job, as you stumbled down the small hill and on the way to the baseball player. now you definitely didn’t expect that much forceful strength from someone as small as her..definitely full of surprises. as you inched closer and closer to where finney was currently tying his shoes it seemed like every step was an extra ten pounds. feeling heavier and heavier with every moment. oh you knew damn well why gwen sent you here, sacrificing her own comfortable spot just to play matchmaker for a day. the crunching from leafs below your sneakers alerted the boy of the sudden presence. immediately he wanted to go into full blown panic mode. blinking a little to be a-hundred percent sure it was you walking over to him. oh god, don’t tell me you were watching him play, just the thought of you watching him play made the hair on the ends of his neck stand up in a mixture of feelings. he tried to make it seem like he didn’t see you approaching..as if that would make it any better. once you got over to him you gave him a small smile, a smile that could very easily be read as, ‘oh dear lord please kill me now’. “hey finney ! gwen wanted me to give this to you”, your tone didn’t read of any negative emotion even though you definitely wanted to rip the other girl’s head off for putting you on the spot like this..in such a awkward situation.

you furrowed brows, then raised one right after as finney just..completely blanked. in the zone staring at basically nothing. tucking the can underneath your arm you snapped a finger in his face, trying to stifle your laughter as you did so. “finney-?” “oh-!” he seemed to quickly get out of the trance he was in looking at the coke and nodded. “yup thanks!” he squeaked out, before turning on his heel and wanting to go plant himself in the nearest hole asap. god..this boy was such a absolute mess when it came to romance..and girls. so much that you had to call out his name again, lifting the coke up to show him he didn’t even grab it. cussing himself out internally he ran back and grabbed it, hands awkwardly brushing up against your own which made you go stiff. and of course he noticed. the two of you just shared an equal look, as if waiting for the other to do something, maybe to speak? inhaling a sharp breath you gave him a nod, quickly gaining enough courage to give him a pat on the shoulder. “i..i should go back to gwen..she’ll kill me if i left her alone for this long.” letting out a dry chuckle, you turned around and quickly broke out into a speed walk wanting to just drop dead from how awkward you were around him. the flared pants you wore making brisk sounds as the material rubbed up against each other. making it back to your original spot gwen chimed in with a ‘Oooo’ sing song voice as you glared daggers at her. “cut it out” you mumbled, wanting to shrink behind the large blanket the two of you shared.

after a few minutes the game had resumed, you and the sneaky girl decided to get a little more closer to the game. well..more you if anything, saying you wanted to guess ‘what type of strategy’ they were using, oh gwen knew it was absolute bullshit. the scoff she let out and the rolling of eyes let you know that. sitting yourself up on your elbows as you let gwen use the bag you brought as a makeshift pillow to rest her head. you carefully watched as the batter made his way up, it was none other than teenage heartthrob bruce yamada. now you didn’t think ill of him, he was quite sweet that was it. cheering on for finney was the last thing you could quite remember..the order of events was well..blurry from there on..all you could recount was, bruce going up to bat, finney waving at you with a smile as he ran bases, gwen nudging you as you averted eyes..then..then a ball? yeah, a ball hurdling towards you. the last thing you could hear were a series of ‘ahhhhs’ and ‘ohhhhs’ as your head hit the grassy knoll. upon waking up you had people surrounding you, you were half aware that someone had been holding you. but as of right now that wasn’t a first priority.

“aw yea…it’s an ugly bruise alright..”

someone’s voice echoed in your mind as whoever was holding you at the moment, said something in a snappy tone, something you couldn’t quite catch considering you were gaining consciousness. you let a low groan out as you reached your hands up for whoever, again was holding you, hands placed onto their shoulders trying to shuffle yourself up. which they quickly helped you do. a pounding pain was strong in your head especially in the left eye..which you couldn’t open. “y/n thank god you’re awake i was getting worried, you see bruce didn’t mean it but he hit the ball too hard and the ball went totally flying in your direction i should’ve kept an eye out but the-“ “finney can you let her breath?? we can explain later!” gwen cut her bumbling brother off as she lifted a mirror to your face. the smallest gasp left you and your mouth agape. the left eye that didn’t wanna open was bruised practically all sorts of the rainbow, purple blue and even a little bit of yellow was evident. from the mere sight of it you thought you were gonna faint again. people asked if you wanted an ambulance but knowing your parents definitely did not have the money to pay off doctor bills you croaked out a no. then it did hit you (no pun intended) who had been holding you up the entirety of the time, slightly moving your head a little you met eyes with a..rather nervous finn.

trying to make light of the situation you let a small smile grace your features, one he admired. you were sat in between his legs on the bleachers, his arms were tucked underneath your own, to keep you from slipping out. the moment broke off for a minute as you got handed a ice pack to at least calm down the color and swelling. saying a thanks to the person you refocused your attention onto the ‘baseball star’ or well, that’s what you’d like to call him. “seems like you wanted to be the hero today huh?” you teased, fighting some laughter as finney very quickly tried to dismiss all accusations, “w-wait i didn’t mean for it to come off like that- you didn’t hear what i said earlier right? i’m sorry if-“ you let out a sigh and shook your head. before giving the all star a peck on the cheek in hopes that could make him silent for a while.

and oh it did.

the mid to late afternoon ended with finney, who was allowed to skip out on this game for obvious reasons. holding you comfortably, holding your ice pack and all with possibly the brightest smile you haven’t seen on him for a while, with gwen right nearby with a ‘told you so’ grin. oh yeah, she was eating this alll up. and of course, bruce yamada giving apology after apology, you knew he really did mean it. you forgave him quite quickly, mistakes happen. just wrong place wrong time that’s all. and plus, it was just the tiniest price to pay to end up here in this situation..now you were sure being science buddies wasn’t going to be awkward in the slightest.

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i hope you guys did enjoy this !! as you can tell i had a field day writing this !😭 as you know I NEVER PROOFREAD!!! if there is any misspelled words that is the reason why :) tysm for getting this far into the fic !💕💕

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kittykittyanon · 6 months

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♡♡introooo!!! ---- (≧▽≦)//

woah!! hii!! welcome to my blog!! whaaat!??!! (°ロ°) !

this was made cause i think aggressive anon and worm are really cool and i really liked the idea of making an anon blog, i think was the word?? (and i'm too nervous to just talk on my main),, so yay!! credits to them :DD

i'm really anxious and i'm scared of social interaction,, but with the shield of anon, i feel a little bit more confident now!! yippeee!!! (≧▽≦) (≧▽≦) !!!

pronouns are she/they,, and also BOO!! AGE REVEAL!! i'm 14 WOAHHH!!! GAHH!!!! Σ(°ロ°) Σ(°ロ°)

please please please tell me if anything i do or say upsets or hurts anyone,, it's kinda hard for me to tell tones and i don't wanna be mean or insensitive or anything,, so by all means,, call me out!!

uhhmm,, uhhh,,,, i like art and music and and aaaand turtles that are teenagers and mutants and who also, possibly, maybe live in the sewers (/j) feel free to talk to me about literally anythinggg!!╰(*´︶`*)╯

i think i'll just kinda,, sit here, i guess?? i'll use this to reblog stuffs and post random whatevers,, i will probably pop up somewhere and actually get the somewhat confidence to show my appreciation towards a couple people i've been following on my main that i was too nervous to talk to sooo yah!! im so sorry for making this so long, this took me a while to get the courage to post,, thank you for reading!!!

edit!! i changed my prns from she/her to she/they!! going to try it out for a little and see if it feels right (*´▽`*)!!

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originalwinnercheesecake · 6 months

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Hearing about the Hunger games continuation and thinking about all the Story continuations/prologues I wish we could get for The Underland Chronicles

Gregor's dad

I want To know what Gregor's dad (Who I want a name for... Steve, Lee, Heidi... What is his name? ) first trip to the underland was like. How was he found and brought to Regalia? We know he met Vikus and Luxa's Parents, SO what did he think of them? The Books say he stayed in Regila for two weeks (During which time he was very worried about his pregnant wife, children, and mother) and that he took a BB gun from the Museum. So I am guessing he knew about the war with the rats, but his family was in hell and he felt he had to get back soon. What happened during his capture.

I don't really want to know about his torturous time with the rats, but I would like some on how he was able to keep both hope and his humanity, the interesting relationship he is hinted to have had with Ripred in book 3 (He says Ripred used to feed him sometimes. He also was not scared of Ripred, Even though he was a rat and was "pretending" to attack his son). And lastly I want to know what coming home felt like for him and why, unlike his wife, the experiences did not make him fear or hate the underland.

Ripred

Speeking of Ripred I want All of his backstory, being a pup and growing up with his litter mates. Going into battle and finding out he is a Rager. How this made him famous all around the Underland, but also made him hated by enemies, and feared by allies, unless they needed him. What was going on when He tried to "Take over the fount with an army of Lobsters"? Seriously the Rat's don't even want The Fount. It is surrounded by rapids and sea monsters! What did was your interest Buddy?

Also I want to see his Mate, their family, and how their loss first broke him then made him change his stance on the war. Him building his relationship with the human side. Going up to the Overland to visit Libraries. His view of his relationships with Gregor and Lizzie and how it feels to him to being taking care of kids again after so long.

Hamnet

Up Next is Hamnet. Solovet and Vikus son, the beloved twin brother to the wife of the King/Queen, Brother in Law to the King (recently reread has me thinking they had more of a business relationship than a familiar one), the Regalian Army's most skilled soldier, and for a long time he was Solovet's heir to becoming captain of the Army, because everyone thought he was just like his mother. This is what everyone thought, but they thought wrong. Unlike Solovet Hamnet felt guilt. Guilt that drove him to speak against his mother in a war meeting to which she locked him in the dungeon for a month. When he was finally let out he went back to being obedient to her and buried his grief down, let it eat away at him, until one last horrible act (As a solider) destroyed him.

But give me Hamnet's complete story. Show him being a ruthless soldier and a fearsome killer on the field of battle, then coming home to be a loyal son, good friend, loving brother, and doting Uncle; becasue that is how many soldiers have to be. Show me him not being Okay but doing his best to hide that because that is all he could do. Then show me when everything went to far, and when he decided to leave Regalia, everything he knew and loved and run to a place that he and all his allies feared, for good reasons. Show me him missing his former friends and family. But also show me him meeting Frill and her deciding to take a chance and help him, him also taking chance and letting her (The books generally imply he wanted to leave his old life but did not expect to make anew one). Give me him learning about life in the jungle. How the animals there do not attack each other and instead employ a method of survival where first you hide, then you try to give a warning, then run. fight last. Show me him finding an overland women lost in the jungle and helping her. With the pair eventually forming a relationship and going on to have a child. Why did she never return to the Overland? Hamnet is a good father to Hazard, but you cannot tell me that he wasn't terrified during the entire pregnancy. Anything about Hamnet has to end where he ended. Having to once again fight in a pointless battle on behalf of Reglia, that the city once again brought on itself and got nothing out of. Our tragic beauty

Ares

Speaking again of Tragic Beauties I want Ares to. What kind of Stuff did he get up to to earn the reputation of a reckless, rule breaking, ...thrill seeker?...strength tester? To where he bonded with Henry to be able to get away with more. What were things like in the time HE and Henry were together. I don't think it was all bad. The Books clearly state that what hurt Luxa, Ares, Aurora, Nerissa the most was that they had loved Henry and could remember good things about him. Things that no longer felt the same after he betrayed them, and things they struggled with only becoming memories in the wake of his death. But the also show me his side of his and Gregor's bond, of him coming to love Gregor like he once loved Henry, and how their friendship helped him move on from the Trauma Henry put him through.

Nerrisa

This last one will never happen because its not really Susanna Collins style, but since none of this will happen, I want more Nerissa. What is it like for her loving her family and people so much, but knowing with her frailty and the Kingdom consistently being on the brink of war she cannot protect them. Show me what her visions are like for her. Note whatever we learned about Sandwhich I do believe Nerissa is an actual visionary. Her Visions of a bad and mysterious fate happening to Henry, Hamnet living for 10 years and building a diverse family, and Gregor being secretly being hidden away in the dungeon by Solovet...all came through.

Knowing that I have another question: Did she know suspect that Sandwhich was a fraud? Nerissa spends more time in the Prophecy room, analysis them than any other character. Many of the "misunderstood translations" are later "explained" by Nerissa. She got Gregor and the other questors off death row by replacing Boots with the Bane as the aforementioned "Baby" in the prohpecy and telling everyone: "they actually did complete the prophecy, you are are safe from the imaginary threats Sandwhich illueded to. Let them go and let's get back what's actually going wrong." When Greogor sobs about not understanding what the point of the journey to the jungle was (It had no point) and how him fulfilling the prophecy did not make everything better, Nerissa twist the prophecy to being about a war for the cure and reminds Gregor that because of what they discovered in the Jungle the council was forced to give the Gnawers the cure instead. Lastly she loves the one Prophecy that suggest hope for peace, even though its title is the only suggestion of it. On the day of the surrender she knowing her cousin will want to make the wrong choice about how to end this. So when she see's Ripred marked himself with an X (If Gregor and Luxa knew he did it himself there was no way Nerissa did not, she was always smarter than the pair of then) she decided to lend him a hand in getting everyone to believe he is the peacemaker, and they need to have peace. I really love the theory that Nerissa had realized what Sandwhich and the prophecies were and spent the books studying them, so she could try and mitigate the damages they caused.

#Gregor the overlander #The Underland chronicles #The Hunger Games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #IF we can get more of one lets get more of the other #The Hunger games series is all centered around the games and we already have their end #as well as how they got descised as “Fun entertainment”#Which they never were. Just because Katniss and Peeta got dressed up and spent the night in a nice hotel room #Does not change the fact that both they and Lucy Grey were forced to kill or be killed for the capitals amusment. It is the same with Finni #and Johnna. There stores will not give us anything knew.#But their is plenty of TUC characters who's stories still have room too #I wish Suzanna or some clever fanfic writter could write them for us #THG #TUC #GTO #Suzanna Colins

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stitched-mouth-vs-the-world · 7 months

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Phantomhive Manor Masterlist

Notes: Anyone you don’t see here, might be here or I don’t write for. I only write for o!Ciel. I don’t write smut for Ciel or Finny.

Codes

🦋 = Headcannons

💄 = Fem Reader

☘️ = GN Reader

🌷 = Fic

🖤 = Angst

🏳️‍🌈 = Gay

✨= Fluff

🌚 = NSFW

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Ciel Phantomhive

To Be Continued…

Vincent Phantomhive

Master’s Whore 🌚🌷💄

Sebastian Michaelis

To Be Continued…

Mey-Rin

To Be Continued…

Finnian

To Be Continued…

Baldroy

To Be Continued…

Snake

Blindfolding The Snake 🦋🌚☘️

#stitched #stitched talks #stitched mouth #stitched writes #stitched’s kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #black butler #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji smut #kuroshitsuji #ciel phantomhive #vincent phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #finnian #kuroshitsuji finny #mey rin #baldroy

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finniestoncrane · 12 days

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Ain't So Bad

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.1k i want this man to do horrible things to me, i want him to tell me he'll make sure i'm ok when i know full well he's the most dangerous thing around, he's driving me INSANE anyway i'll have a softer thing for him soon!! 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: dubcon/noncon, restraints, use of 'no' but reader is quick to do as told, restraints, slight threat, gun mention, hair pulling

The sun had thankfully almost set, the long shadows cast by it a welcome relief, though it did mean that night was coming, along with the threats that were its constant companion. But you always assumed you were safe, travelling with your own companion. Especially when that companion was Cooper Howard. Charming, despite his foul attitude that put most people off. Handsome, at least to you, and much to the disappointment of the more ‘reserved’ folks you came across out in the wasteland. And you felt lucky, most of the time, to consider him yours. But you suspected that, while he kept the danger away, that there was a reason for that.

Even predators had something they were afraid of. There was always a greater evil.

And as the darkness fell, his silhouette lit only by the small fire in the corner of the roofless room, you began to realise that Cooper was a lot more dangerous than you had let yourself come to terms with.

“Cooper, wait… we’re not safe enough, I don’t…”

You trailed off, aware that your words were falling on deaf ears as Cooper dragged his dry lips across your cheek, grazing his teeth against the skin as you felt him pushing you backwards, your spine straightening against the crumbling wall behind you.

“It ain’t so bad out here… certainly won’t be when you see what I’ve got in store for you.”

“Please, Cooper… no, Coop, I can’t-”

Interrupted by your own sharp inhale, you held the breath as you watched Cooper’s eyes settled on yours, your hands above you head against the wall, his hands tight around your wrists, preventing you from holding him back any further.

“I’m here to keep you safe, darlin’. You’ll be fine.”

His words meant very little against what you knew was lurking out there, and your nerves pushed your protests out of your clamping throat.

“But Cooper, you know I get scared… I don’t want to do this, not here.”

“Well too bad, missy…”

He lifted your hands and slammed them back down again, watching as you winced at the dull pain.

“… it ain’t like there’s a nice place I can take a girl like you for something like this…”

Cooper’s grip loosened, one of his hands leaving yours as he fumbled with the belt on his pants. You could have easily pulled away, but you didn’t. You couldn’t be sure why, and you chose not to linger on that thought, luckily distracted from it as Cooper’s unbuckled belt clanged, his eyes back towards you.

“…Now, are you going to be a good girl and take it?”

The free hand now drifted to his hip, pushing back his long coat, his palm lazily resting on the holstered gun by his side before he continued speaking. Slowly, clearly, in a low, guttural tone.

“Or am I gonna have to be a bad man and take. It.”

His stare penetrated you, like he could see through your skull to the wall you were trapped against. Your chest seemed to stay completely still despite the deep breaths you took. When you tried to speak, your tongue stayed flat, your lips trembling, nothing but a squeak of air managing to pass between you.

“I asked you a question.”

All you offered was a stuttered mumble and a sheepish nod of your head, a smile offered to you by Cooper as he kicked your legs apart with his muddy boot. Two gloved fingers teased at the front of your pants, pulling them away from skin before sinking below the waistband and brushing against your thickened lips. Excitement, adrenaline, fear. All of it passed over you in a heartbeat, your heart fluttering as he removed his hands from you. Bringing the fingers to his lips, he bit down on the leather with his yellowed teeth, tearing off the glove and tossing it to the ground. His fingers were back down quickly, spreading apart your folds. His uncovered fingers delved inside of you, only briefly, before he withdrew that small modicum of pleasure from the otherwise intense and nerve-wracking situation.

As he separated himself from you, your back arched involuntarily away from the wall, your body betraying your protests as you ached for more of his touch.

“My, my�� you sure were fussing a lot for someone who is clearly enjoying themselves…”

Bringing his two fingers up, he spread them apart, watching carefully as your slick stretched in long strands between them.

“Bend over.”

“Cooper, wait, please, I-”

Gripping your waist, Cooper knocked you off balance and let you fall to the floor, a cloud of dust rising up around you.

“I done enough waitin’, darlin’.”

As you struggled to get onto all fours, you felt yourself knocked once more, cheek slamming to the ground as your arms were pulled up behind your back. You could feel the rope tightening around your skin, your wrists bound together and stuck against your spine.

“Now listen, you just lie there…”

He leaned down, whispering into your ear, his hot breath tingling you, making the hairs rise on the back of your neck.

“… and try to keep quiet.”

Behind you, Cooper fell to his knees, pulling down his own pants before turning his attention to yours, uncovering just enough of you that he knew he could slip himself between your thighs and into your wet, warm cunt without leaving either of you too vulnerable to any surprise guests.

Once his other glove was off, you could feel his palm sliding up your back, cracked nails scratching at the nape of your neck before his fingers gripped your hair. Your back contorted as he lifted your face from the ground, positioning you perfectly for his curved cock, lubed with his own drool which he let drip down from his lips in a long, lewd strand, to slide inside of you with little mercy. He pounded into you once, setting the tone for the rest of the encounter you had to endure.

But he hadn’t lied.

“Just a little longer, darlin’, we’ll have you back on two legs… just hng gimme… ah… fuck, that’s it…”

His brutal pace, the way he was so desperately trying to get to the conclusion, the relief, the pain of the stretch, the heat in your own chest that made you moan in response to the way his cock pulsed within your walls.

But he was true to his word.

Because while one hand was tugging at the hair, fingernails scratching your scalp, his hips bucking into your body, knocking you forward and into the ground, his other hand clutched the shotgun, finger teasing the trigger, tempted to send shots into the air at his climax, but ready to defend you both against anyone, or anything, that threatened to interrupt him.

“See, darlin’… not so bad after all.”

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grelleswife · 1 year

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Just thouht of a Finny and Sebastian related thing, imagine Finny after learning a good enough amount of English and staying a few months at the manor makes the connection.. "Wait I'm a KID.. Sebastian is an ADULT.. taking care of ME and Young Master and.... " he tries calling Sebastian Father or Papa and stuff

The first time Finnian calls him “Father,” Sebastian is in the middle of scolding the gardener for his overzealous attempts at weeding the vegetable patch and the ensuing catastrophic loss of that season’s carrots.

“I’m sorry, Father,” the boy sniffles, gazing up at him with wide, plaintive eyes. “I promise I’ll do better next time!”

Thoroughly nonplussed, the demon is momentarily left at a loss for words.

“What did you just call me?” he sputters when the worst of the shock has worn off.

“Well, you look after young master and me, and teach us all sorts of useful things, and tuck us into bed before we go to sleep at night!” chirps Finny. “Like the papas in the storybooks I’m learning how to read! So that makes you our father!”

“It most certainly does not, Finnian!” snaps the butler (perhaps with a bit more heat than the innocent accusation warrants). “In the young master’s case, it would be the height of impertinence for me to assume such a role, and, in yours, I am merely instructing a junior servant in his duties…as befits one hell of a butler.”

He, Sebastian Michaelis, devourer of souls, to whom a century is as a droplet of water dissolving into the sea—a parent?! The notion is absurd.

It happens again over a year later, when an undercover mission requires the butler and gardener to infiltrate a treasonous organization disguised as a grieving widower (his wife tragically lost due to the corruption which festers beneath the Crown’s jewels and ermine) and his adolescent son.

“That’s a fine lad you’ve got there,” a garrulous anarchist smiles as he shakes Sebastian’s hand. “You must be so proud.”

“I am indeed,” the demon replies, his usual suaveness underscored with sincerity.

(Finnian beams, and the chill that enshrouds his wicked heart begins to thaw, like barren earth anticipating the arrival of spring).

“We killed looooots of young master’s enemies, Father! Did I do a good job?” sings the gardener while they exit the premises, now liberally splattered with blood.

Sebastian doesn’t bother correcting him, even though their targets’ demise has rendered this paternal ruse completely unnecessary.

“You did indeed, Finnian.”

Sebastian’s fingers clamp like iron manacles around the assailant’s throat, crushing his windpipe, pulverizing flesh and bone. The man’s body goes limp, and his gun—which, mere seconds before, was about to fire on the gardener at point blank range—falls uselessly to the ground with a heavy, metallic thunk.

The demon’s eyes blaze red, and shadows writhe around his menacing silhouette.

“No one hurts my boy,” he growls, the words rising from deep within his chest. “No. One.”

He contemptuously flings the corpse aside before turning to the blond youth.

“Are you all right?”

“Y-yes…” he answers shakily.

Then, the boy’s form slams into Sebastian’s with enough force to break an ordinary human’s ribcage—but the Phantomhive butler is no mere mortal. So he quietly accepts Finny’s embrace, arms tenderly enfolding him to return the hug.

“I’m sorry, Father…I shouldn’t have let him get that close, I know better…I—I got distracted for a second, and the next thing—“

Sebastian Michaelis does not scold, nor does he refute the title which this child has bestowed upon him.

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for, Finny. I’m just glad that you’re safe.”

He holds the boy close, flooded with relief and gratitude and another sentiment that, though not quite ready to name, he can no longer deny.

“Let’s go home.”

#kuro asks #kuroshitsuji #finnian #finny #sebastian michaelis #dadbastian #my writing

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daybreak-mun · 2 months

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Alex normally just says that he's just "the one guy that likes looking into magic stuff". (He normally only wears the Universal Translator when he's about to go exploring for a while.)

He hopes to one day find a way to remove the cursed bracelet. Far as he knows, it doesn't do anything, he just can't remove it. (He just doesn't like the idea of admitting he fell for a very obviously cursed object back in his early exploring days.)

He's pretty chill, and down for revealing anything he can find about magical objects, cursed or no. (He will ramble for at least ten minutes.)

I actually had the pansexual flag in mind when I did his colors, though admittedly I couldn't find a lot of good places to put blue in the palette outside of his outfit and main body without it seeming jarring to me.

+Quick doodle of Alex hanging out with Min (@finni-winter) (because this is her fault /lh)

What're they talking about? Who knows. Alex is mainly just happy to have a new friend.

#daybreak scribbles #rainicorn #rainicorn oc #adventure time #adventure time oc #i'm not confident in writing other people's characters #so i'll let finni fill in the blanks #and now i crash for god knows how long #at like half past 8 (almost 9) in the morning #schrodinger's rainicorn length #because i suck at consistency #i at least made an attempt-

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When you're sick 💊- César Díaz x Reader (Headcanon)

Request: None

Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 866

Warnings: None

Summary: How I think César would act if you got sick, enjoy!

César hates being sick

Like really hates being sick

Like goes to school with a fever and pretends he isn’t sick, hates being sick

Because then he has to rely on people and there’s issues that come with that

But, the only thing he hates more than being sick is you being sick

Because that means you’re not your energetic, happy self

That jumps on him randomly and dances with him

You’re not eager to study with him (or tutor him, because that’s usually what ends up happening)

You’re still, and tired, and in pain

And even though he really enjoys taking care of you, it worries him

So, to keep himself from freaking out too much he’ll put you on bed rest

“Shut up and lay down.” César gently pushes you back down on your bed.

“But, I have to study!” You argue, trying to sit back up.

“Study? You’re so pale you look like a ghost, you can’t study! I’ll take care of it. Just rest, babe.”

He’ll stay home from school just to take care of you. Even if it’s just to watch you sleep he feels better being near you. Knowing that you’re safe and not on the ground somewhere because you fainted.

You stir from your sleep feeling a warm hand on top of yours. Opening your eyes you see César sitting on the chair next to your bed, rubbing your hand.

“Baby go to school, I’ll be okay” You whisper.

“I can’t focus if you’re not there with me.” He replies, kissing your sweaty forehead. “I rather be here with you. Do you need anything?”

When you get hungry he’ll run around looking for food. Cursing at himself for being unprepared.

You peek through the crack of your bedroom door at your boyfriend pacing through your hallway, waiting for someone to pick up the phone. Then you hear pieces of his conversation.

“Ruby, hey, what do you eat when you’re sick? No, I’m not sick. Y/N is. I don’t know, like 3 days. They have a fever, sore throat, runny nose, that kind of stuff. I don’t know what to do! No, I’m not freaking out, just answer the question. What do they need to eat? Soup and popsicles? Yeah, I can get that. Okay, thank you. I’ll tell them.”

Coming back into your room to kiss you on the cheek he says, "I'm going to get you some food and Ruby says to get well soon. He needs you to babysit the twins.”

Usually you’ll only have a small cold, so you’ll get better quickly, but sometimes it’s worse

He’ll clean and disinfect everything when you throw up. He'll also keep reassuring that he loves you and you'll be okay you no matter how messy you get.

When you cry because of the pain, he’ll hold you and try to keep you as comfortable as possible

You sniffle and turn away from César in the bed, “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I don’t care, how many times do I have to say that. I hate when you cry.” He turns you so you face him and kisses you, while wiping away your tears.

“Sorry, my throat hurts so much.” You say softly.

“I know, in awhile we can try eating another popsicle. I’ll stay here until you’re not in pain. Just keep hugging me.”

He’ll make sure you take your medicine when you’re supposed to. Even if he has to threaten you.

“Sweetheart, wake up.” César whispers, slowly rubbing your back.

“Go away,” You yawn, snuggling into the teddy bear César bought you.

“Nope,” He pulls away the sheets, revealing you in heart pajamas, clutching the brown teddy bear. “It’s time for medicine.”

You groan, “It’s gross, I’ll take it later, I’m feeling better.”

“No, you have to take it down. Your fever is going down, but it hasn’t broken. Take the medicine.”

“Babe, it’s so gross. Don’t make me take it.”

“Take it or…” He pauses. “I’ll call Oscar.”

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth so César could pour the green syrup into your mouth. You put your hand over your mouth so you don’t spit it out as you swallow it.

Putting the sheets back onto you he whispers, “I know it sucks, but it will make you feel better.”

“I know, just get in bed with me, I’m cold.”

Once you feel better, he’ll pride himself in his caring boyfriend abilities.

You sit hand in hand with César at the lunch table, listening to him ramble on how he took care of you.

“I almost called Oscar, I really didn’t know what to do, but I figured it out. A man has to take care of his partner.”

“I think we all know who’s the man in the relationship, but we’re glad you’re feeling better Y/N” Monse adds.

You laugh, “Thanks Monse, but César did great.”

He kisses you and pulls you closer, “Anything for you, being without you makes me sick.”

You hug him, then get up to get something to drink.

At the table César watches you walk away with a smile, before sneezing.

Monse, Ruby, Jamal, and Jasmine look surprised at him shrug, before saying, “Definitely worth it.

When you say you’ll take a break, but leave for almost a whole year.🥲So much has happened that I can’t really explain, but I hope you all enjoyed this post. I’m still trying to get back into the swing of writing so I hope this is okay. Just know a lot more is coming! Please like and follow for more. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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worri-wort · 1 year

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Inspired by @finniestoncrane ‘s playlist for Capullo’s Riddler!! Been listening to it while going to class and it makes me chuckle quite a lot. I honestly love Finnie’s writing and her blog has been getting me through this week.

Looking forward to doing more drawing next week since I actually have some spare time, I hope. Lot’s of Riddler and hopefully some other DC characters on the way!!

#riddler #the riddler #riddler fanart #dc rogues #batman rogues #dc fanart #capullo riddler #the riddler fanart #batman zero year #riddler zero year #batman fanart #zero year fanart #riddler simps come forth #i can't help but love this sleaze bag #actually really proud of this one even though it was quick #finnie i love youa nd your writing you're just so fucking awesome #i need to draw this fucker more but he's absolutely gonna be covered in blood hehe

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Concern

"Oi," A familiar drawl snaps the butler out of his brief mental check of today's chore list. Chin pinched with black gloves. Looking off into nothing.

Currently both the Gardener and Young Master are standing by, all taken care of; bundled up for the winter chill that has hit them hard this year.

The Young Master insisted vehemently to accompany him and Finnian on their wood gathering. Saying all but "I'm completely done with all my work thus far on my studies, I assure you. so let me get out of this blasted stuffy room for once."

Again in the present Sebastian is still mulling over what he'll be shouldered with after their stroll, and so he still doesn't hear (or more like refuses to acknowledge) the chef approaching them, a purpose in his stomping gait as he arrives right in front of the other man.

"Oi, what th'ell you doin', Sebastian, eh?"

He briefly pinches the end of Sebastian's scarf he threw on half-hazardly, violently shakes it for emphasis, then let's it drop again.

All while looking the butler in the eye as if suddenly he wants to have a bout right there in the main entryway.

"You tryin' t'catch yer death on purpose or wot?"

Sebastian practically snorts, but refrains, lips twitching at this sudden appearance of Mother Henning from the usually unbothered and lazy as-all-get-out chef.

"Oh, is there a problem, Bardroy? Would me being a little chilled while going out for but a mere half an hour bother you?"

"Oh you think you'd be just a "little chilled" eh? Thinkin' you wouldn't come back an' end up catchin' a cold or flu, or even bloody pneumonia with 'ow god awful it is out there, eh?"

He waves briefly over to the boys awkwardly standing near by.

"Meanwhile you got them all bundled up fit for endurin' a winter storm!"

"One: They are children and I am not. Two, Bardroy: it certainly is not my first English Winter, trust me, three-"

Bardroy grabs both ends of the loose scarf and this time tugs firmly, making the taller man prattling before him practically fall forward.

But he doesn't.

Bardroy's firm grip makes sure the other man merely is forced right into his face.

Their foreheads knocking gently, as Sebastian's eyes open wider and stare in pure surprise, those thin eyebrows lifted up high for once.

"Listen 'ere, you," Bard growls low, "believe it or not, the deep south o' Arizona an the like get bloody cold as fuck, got it? In the deserts at night a man can freeze t'death before 'e even realizes it. So don't. Fuck. Wiff cold. Don't ya dare go an' fuck with those harsh winter woods, with these boys on tow, an' next thing ya know Finny's gotta carry back a long ass big ol icle of a butler, prolly cryin' all the fuckin' way, too."

He stops. Finally. Panting a little from this tangent out of no where, noticeably getting red in the face too.

And the butler, still enduring having his face pressed into Bard's the entire time... stars to smile.

And his eyes go half lidded again.

Shimmering and dancing with amusement aplenty.

"Ah, so it would bother you to some extent, then. I see."

And he says it so softly it's almost a whisper, or like just a comment he's making to himself.

Growling again the other man pushes this time, in order to straighten Sebastian up and push him a few inches away.

However he doesn't let him go for long. Oh no, the chef proceeds to grumble under his breath (something about "damn stupid pretty boy with no bloody sense a' self preservation I swear-") as he unwraps the butler's scarf from around his neck and then leans in further, almost aggressively thrusting himself up close again, to wind it back round him. Tighter, more hugging his neck, and finishes with tying what is left somehow.

"There, that's better," Bard openly comments, looking still mad about it but now satisfied with himself as he pulls back a little. But quickly, idly, pats the other man's coat front as if to confirm everything is good.

"I'd also suggest a cap o' some kind too, awright. Somethin' like the scarf. Damn the consequences o' messin' up yer pretty hair an' all that, it's about survival and nothin' else, you 'ear me?'

He finally shuts up this time, really meeting Sebastian's eyes this time, and so invested in this he's expecting to see some kind of expression of grat-

Sebastian sweeps in to kiss the man's cheek.

"Thank you dear," he purrs.

And then he's turning back to the boys and trotting to the door with purpose.

"Now. Let's carry on, before we lose anymore daylight, hm? Follow me."

And Sebastian, the Young Master, and Finny are almost out the door.

When the demon hears the familiar loud groan of a man who's just realized his predicament he's gotten himself into coming from back inside.

And Sebastian allows himself the pleasure to grin to himself, eyes shut, looking the picture of a creature who's just won a hard fought battle and all the spoils that entails.

Note: this whole scene is inspired by that now famous kuro chapter title page from chapter 198:

#kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #o!ciel #bardroy #bard #finnian #finny #sebard #my writing #Ofc now imagine it looks loose here because he undid Bard's work on purpose to spite him ;3 grshtdrjk

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