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Ring Around My Rosie - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw X Fem!Nurse Reader (WWII European Theatre AU)

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw X Fem!Reader

Summary: The year is 1944 and the Second World War rages on. You have been a nurse in Belgium for nearly three years, having seen the effects of the worst things human beings can do to one another. One day, like always, an injured man is brought in. An American sailor too far from the ocean he came out of on D-Day and you both are entranced.

Warnings: blood, bullet removal, mentions of Nazis (it is a WWII AU so…), probably inaccurate depictions of wartime nursing, most likely factually incorrect WWII history, fluff so fluffy I gave myself a cavity just writing this, 1940s Bradley Bradshaw (yes, he is a warning)

Word Count: 6.1k

A/N: If you can’t guess, this oneshot is a WWII AU inspired by a cover of Ed Sheeran’s Nancy Mulligan that I have linked here! I’m 90% I fucked up my Spotify Wrapped for this fic so I hope you enjoy!

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Well, I met him at Guy's in the second world war

And I was working on a soldier's ward

The scent of blood was thick in your nostrils as you dragged yourself out of the field hospital in Les Annais, Belgium. The Germans had been menacing your location for weeks, baiting your troops and sending fractions limping back into your capable hands.

You knew nothing of the tactics being used, very few did. You were here as a nurse, not as a tactician, not as anyone of note, save for being the longest serving nurse at the 51st Field Hospital. The others had bailed out as soon as they could, doing their duty but the gruesome fighting months earlier at the Battle of the Bulge had sent many fleeing.

It wasn’t like you could blame them.

You were still new, having joined up as soon as you could convince your father and while you were a month shy of 23, you had never experienced anything like this. Your grandmother had told your father off, reminding him that it was his own stubborn streak that raced through you.

But you were unprepared for everything you would have to do out here, hundreds of kilometers away from home, with the least amount of training that they could spare. At the beginning, you could only offer comfort to some of these men, being unable to save them from their wounds, as they cried for their mothers, wives, children, begging for the pain to end.

Sometimes - well, most times - these men were boys your age or younger. Lives that had only just begun were snuffed out in the most violent of ways and you were left to piece together your shattered heart day after day.

So you closed yourself off, choosing to help as many as you could. The conditions were brutal, the wounds you saw even more so. A year and a half ago, you didn’t know how it felt to hold down a screaming man so a doctor could try and save a septic leg. You were a shoulder to cry on, a smiling face despite the bleakness, and more often than not, an object of flirtation and admiration.

The sky was a miserable gray, like it always was. It seemed like the sky was trying to match the color of the tents scattered around the outside of the main camp, doing its best to hide you from the prying eyes of the German aerial patrols.

The Luftwaffe were always around. Luckily for you, they couldn’t aim for shit, but you couldn’t deny that the German movements had been far more frequent. Sometimes a young man crawled through the borders surrendering to the English and American forces and begging for help.

No one else would treat him, refusing to even get close to him.

You had chastised them all, reminding them of their promises to help those in need, and slowly you had gained some help in the care of these young men, though they were few and far between.

Shouts caught your attention, sending you racing through the muddy field back to the hospital. A group of soldiers, Americans by the sound of them, were calling for help and you would be a hypocrite if you didn’t help.

Hurrying through the door ahead of them, you saw a small group, maybe seven or so men approach. They were muddy, beaten and bruised, but your eyes fell upon the man being held up by his compatriots. “What happened?” You asked, quickly replacing a red headed man and half-carried the brunette towards the only open bed in the corner.

“A bunch of Krauts caught us by surprise, caught Rooster here with a few shots and some ass- pardon me ma’am, idiot jumped out of a tree and landed on top of him,” the man explained, helping you lay this Rooster on the bed.

You focused on the brunette’s bloody uniform, eyeballing the few bullet wounds in his arms, but you were the most concerned about the broken leg. It only took one infected wound and that limb would be gone. Not today, you thought. “Dot, I need the suture kit and a basin. You,” you stated, standing up to face the man standing next to you.

“Mulligan, ma’am,” he told you, standing up straighter. “Lewis Mulligan, US Navy.”

“Lewis, can you help me hold him down? I can’t stitch him up and hold him down at the same time.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Dot hurried over with the makeshift kit, placing it on the bed along with a basin of water. Unbuttoning his shirt, you found that two of the three bullet wounds still had the bullet in them and that the third had begun to clot against his shirt. Pulling the scissors from the pants pocket of your uniform and cutting the shirt away, you finally had a better view at what you were working with. “Fucking Krauts. Guess they must be really desperate to keep using shitty ammunition,” you remarked dryly, dipping a set of tweezers in a basin of cheap spirits.

Lewis didn’t say a word, clearly stunned by your foul language. “Ma’am?”

Sighing, you turned to face him. “Lewis, I need your help holding him down. The longer this takes, the bigger the risk of infection. I can’t do that if you are going to be shocked when I cuss and swear. Can you help me or not?”

He nodded, coming to stand on the other side of the unconscious man. Hands placed on his friend’s shoulder and hip, Lewis gave you a nod and you began.

The bullets were soft and slippery. They slid out of your tweezers more times than you could count, but you made it work, finally prying the two out of his shoulder and side. Lewis wasn’t looking at you, his face green by the time the last bullet clinked into the porcelain tray. “I can take it from here, Mulligan. Go back to your group, tell them…”

“His name is Bradley.”

You gave him a smile. “Tell them Bradley should be okay unless he does something stupid.”

He left you alone, perched on the side of Bradley’s bed, stitching him up. You saw his eyelashes flutter as you finished the last stitch and quickly stood up. If he lunged at you, you had to be standing. Enough men had grabbed at you when they woke up and you had quickly learned not to make that mistake again.

Too many bruises, too many sprains, too many punches thrown.

To your surprise, Bradley let out a groan and his eyes slowly blinked open. That groan turned into a hiss of pain as he tried to sit up. “Stay down,” you said gently, approaching slowly with your hands up. “You’re in a field hospital in Belgium.”

His eyes flicked to you, taking in your bloody uniform and trailing over your face. “The others?” He said in a panicked voice. “Where are the others?”

“Lewis and the redhead are outside, they carried you here. Seven of you came up to us, that’s all I know Bradley.”

A nod. “Thank you Ma’am.” Relief was written all over his face, in the way his eyes fell closed for a moment and his shoulders dropped.

“I just finished stitching up your chest, but I need to look at your leg. Can I do that?”

“Anything for you doll,” Bradley replied with a wink as he tried to lay down. But he winced and you were there, your bloodstained hands firmly holding his shoulders and neck while you guided him back down.

Never had I seen such beauty before

The moment that I saw ya

You moved quickly to treat his leg, finding that thankfully it was just a broken ankle and not somewhere further up. The number of men that had come in with a broken leg and left with one and a half was a number that you didn’t like to think about. It was far too high.

But Bradley wouldn’t be one of them and you couldn’t help but send up a prayer of thanks. The minute he’d opened his eyes, you’d been transfixed by the deep amber of them. A deep brown like the whiskey that was saved for special occasions and sparkled like a polished gun barrel or belt buckle. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen handsome men. Quite the opposite. You saw all kinds of men at their worst. Lots of them lookers, but you hadn’t felt a connection to one until him.

His gaze made it hard to focus as you fumbled with his boot lace, finally undoing it after what felt like hours. The smell still made you recoil a little, even after nearly a year in the nursing corps. Regardless, you still had to do your job. So you worked quickly, removing both boots and socks and compared both sides to assess where the break was.

A soft touch to his foot had him chuckle and you glanced up at him curiously. “Sorry, just ticklish, is all,” Bradley said sheepishly, hand coming up to rub at his mustache.

You gave him a smile before returning to work, splinting his ankle and cleaning the blood, sweat, and mud from his skin. “Better now?” You asked him, tucking a blanket over his body and helping him into a clean-ish shirt.

His eyes met yours and despite being in pain, Bradley shot you a small smile. “Better now that I can see my guardian angel.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard that one, sailor? More times than you’ve used that line on anyone in stockings.”

Bradley just grinned at your retreating form and let his eyes slip shut. The pain in his body was getting to be too much, but as he dozed off, he found himself listening to your voice as you reprimanded a soldier barely older than yourself for getting out of bed. You intrigued him, that’s all.

He said I was his yellow rose

And we got married wearing borrowed clothes

Weeks had passed since that first interaction and both you and Bradley had been writing to one another as often as you could spare. While in the hospital, you learned that he and his friends had been separated from their landing crew as they made their way inland from the coast. He’d been on Omaha Beach during what had become known as the “D-Day” landing in Normandy.

Not that he’d been allowed to tell you that, but he had anyways, trusting you implicitly. He’d had to leave after nearly a month under your care, but made a promise to come back.

You hoped he would, but neither of you knew what would take place.

The fighting had drawn closer to your hospital as the Allies fought for Belgium, liberating it in 14 days and wrestling it from German hands. There had been some celebration amongst your ranks, but your heart ached for Bradley, praying every night that he came back to you.

For now though, you had to settle for letters. Bradley’s smooth voice seemed to read every letter aloud to you, each word wrapped in that gentle, flirtatious tone he had used every day you had looked after him.

Doll. My darling Rosie, the most recent letter began. They usually started out with some endearment, God knows he had used enough of them as he tried to win you over despite your colleagues warning him that you wouldn’t fall.

You remember Lew? Well he told me that writing to you was a waste because I wouldn’t get any letters back, but I know you. You wrote me back like you always do. Means I’m going to have a nice big stack of letters waiting for me the minute the post catches up with us.

We’re still marching. It’s been hell on my ankle, but you patched me up nice and neat so I’m not too worried. At least the view is nice. I think you would like it where we camped tonight, crickets are chirping now as I write this and it’s peaceful. Kinda like those nights you spent sitting with me when we’d talk about everything and I would always get worried that you would get sick of me jawing and talking your ear off, but you never did. Spoiled me for a good listener. The boys here don’t talk much. Battle fatigue is crawling all over them and it is always quiet around these times cause no one says a word.

It’s awful lonely though, sweetheart. I miss your laugh, especially how you would have to cover it when it was the middle of the night. Closest thing to home I had in a while. I hope you can hear my voice in this letter because I know I hear yours every time. And I mean every word, Doll, I hope you know that.

When I come back, I want to take you somewhere nice. Get you all dressed up in something pretty but you would still be the most beautiful dame I ever saw if you came out in your uniform that I know you are wearing now. Maybe I’ll take you dancing like you talked about, holding you close for song after song and if I’m lucky we would be going steady after that. That kiss on the cheek you gave me before I left is just haunting me because I had a taste of the future, if you feel the same of course.

Call me a flirt, doll, but I’m just sweet on you. I’m doing everything in my power not to go AWOL and come all the way back to find you, but I hope this letter finds you well instead.

Thinking about you, my English rose.

Yours always,

Bradley.

Wiping a tear from your cheek, you carefully folded the letter back up and placed it with the others. They were all like that, yearning to be back here instead of wherever he was, thoughts of the future and he always, always, signed it off with “Thinking of you,” or lately “Yours always.” Every letter gave you hope and while you knew some of yours had likely been delayed, you always jumped up like you’d sat on a tack whenever the post arrived.

Dot had started teasing you the second that Bradley left, but one reminder of Lewis and she too was blushing. The two of you sat in your quiet fear, praying that neither one of you would get a letter from one of their unit mates saying that one or both was gone.

Your next letter went out the same day.

Hopefully, it would all be alright. So for now, you let yourself dream of dancing in Bradley’s arms, Glen Miller playing softly in the background as he held you close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Hundreds of miles away, huddled under a thin blanket, Bradley pulled a creased letter from his pocket, finally having the chance to read it. As the letter slid out of the envelope, a sweet smell burst free and filled his nostrils. He recognized your perfume, the scent having filled him with joy every moment he spent by your side as he recovered.

Shifting a little and adjusting the blanket, he opened it up, catching a second page that tried to escape in the sudden breeze. Bradley moved his lantern over and began reading your tight script that had his heart skipping a beat each time he saw it fill a page.

Bradley,

I received another letter from you today and I thought I had best get writing so I don’t miss the post truck. I do remember Lewis. Hopefully he remembers Dot because she is patiently waiting for a response to her letter. I don’t think it matters, the sentiment is still the same and I would rather see you at the end of this harrowing ordeal than have you replay thoughts on paper.

I had been meaning to ask about your ankle. If it ever gives way, splint it like I showed you. I don’t want you to break it again, even if that would mean you have to come back to me. But for the moment, I am glad for your letters. They make me feel closer to you. Describe the view for me, please. I see nothing but muddy fields, canvas walls, and wounded men. Is it raining a lot on your march? I know your boots were ruined when you were brought here. Did you ever find new ones? He had, but the source of them sent his stomach twisting in knots. Pulling boots off a man killed in battle felt savage, like they didn’t matter as a person.

I miss our talks as well. I learned so much about you so quickly and I feel like I know everything about you. I miss the snort you make when you laugh, especially when I told you that the other nurses called me Rosie because I was the only English nurse here. I was worried you would stop breathing some nights the way you clutched your chest as you laughed like you had never heard anything so funny. But I would give anything to see your smile, the one where it reaches your eyes and it seems you swell up with joy. I know there isn’t much time for smiles now but if I could just give you one of mine, I would.

Send my love to the boys with you. War is hard enough without having to deal with loneliness at the same time and you all are in my thoughts and prayers. I miss you terribly and find myself daydreaming of you every spare moment I have, which is not often anymore, but I drift off to sleep with your past letters in my hands and your words in my mind.

Your confessions for after this war sound like heaven. I hadn’t let myself dream too long about what will become of us. We have both heard the stories of wartime romances often enough to know how precarious they can be, but if you have hope, dearest, then so do I. I’ll wear my best dress and you in your uniform, we will be the best dressed pair at the dance hall. Nothing sounds better than dancing close with you. I don’t care how presumptuous it is, the way my heart yearns for your nearness, I can give my answer to your most secret hopes without hesitation.

If you asked, dearest, I would be yours in a heartbeat. So long as you are mine as well. Bradley breathed out a laugh, trying not to wake his comrades. He had been kicking himself ever since he had sent that letter, hoping you felt the same and by the grace of God, you did. I may be English but we aren’t always prim and proper when angered. I could and would write a million pages with barely any thought, but the truck is waiting for me, so I must end this letter here. I hope my words keep you warm in this autumn weather and please, if you can, come back to me.

Stay safe, dearest.

Your Rose

The letter crinkled in his grip as Bradley bit back a wide grin. You were okay. You wanted to go steady. You cared for him. Fuck the war, he though. His doll was waiting for him back in Belgium and not for the first time, he hoped that the war would end for purely selfish reasons. You were waiting and his mama had raised a good boy who never left a woman waiting, he wasn’t going to start now.

The radio in the small hospital crackled as the BBC broadcast announced Germany’s surrender as Russian troops poured into Berlin. Cheers went up amongst the nurses and the men they were caring for, but you knew that the casualties were high on both sides. The United States still fought with Japan in the Pacific, chasing them back towards their island, and you knew that the fighting would go on for a long time.

The only thing? You hadn’t heard from Bradley in months, not since March of this year; 1945. It was now May.

The worry in you grew every day, trying and failing to hide it from Dot and the others around you. It hadn’t affected your work, but it affected nearly everything else. You were hardly sleeping, rereading his letters so often you had them memorized. “Thinking of you” was written in his neat handwriting against the back of your eyelids, and everytime you blinked, you thought of him.

A few days went by since that monumental announcement of the war’s end and some fighting was still happening but Germany’s surrender had a lot of Nazi sympathizers fleeing like rats. But world leaders were acting quickly and you knew that while it would be some time before you would return home to England, it would also not be enough time for Bradley to come back to you here in Les Annais.

So, like always, you went to work. The soldiers around you were still flirtatious, some even outright admitting that they were sweet on you, but you politely told them that you were waiting for your man to come back to you, and that while you were flattered, you just couldn’t.

Sweet smile after sweet smile. Bed bath after bed bath. Infected wound after infected wound. And still, no Bradley.

Then you heard your name shouted from outside. You had been packing your things, having received your letter to head back home, when Dot yelled so loudly you thought a hoard of Nazis were marching toward you. Racing outside dressed in your one non-uniform dress, you saw a Jeep full of men pull up. They too were yelling, and when you ran up, you saw a familiar face not half a meter away.

He was covered in dirt and grime, his hair longer than you had seen and his cheeks were covered in stubble like he hadn’t shaved in a few days, but it was still your Bradley in every way that mattered. “Bradley…” you breathed, coming to a stand-still with your hands over your mouth. You stood stock still, your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you took him in disbelief. “You’re safe…”

“Hey doll,” the rasp in his tone gave you shivers as you met his eyes. They were still the same color as the whiskey you all had drank the night the war was declared over, the same sparkle twinkling like the stars as he took you in. “Look at you. You look beautiful.” Bradley clambered over Simon, nearly elbowing him in the face in his haste to get out of the Jeep. “Prettiest picture I ever saw.

You blushed, ducking your head a little at his compliment. Bradley’s heart soared as he took you in, marveling at how his imagination had been unable to capture the picture perfect moment of you in that dress. You had lived in his thoughts for months, each letter sending pangs of loneliness through him as each moment without you passed. Now, standing in front of you, your hair curled and dressed like a million bucks, Bradley felt his love for you grow infinitely larger.

“You…” you began, looking up at him, your eyes wide in shock. “You came back, sailor.”

“‘Course I did. What kinda man would I be if I left my best girl waiting.”

Dot and the others were still watching intently, keen on seeing what happened when you both finally let your resolve snap. “Come on Rosie! Give your man a kiss!” Lewis hollered from where he stood with Dot in his arms. “He’s only been dreamin’ about this since forever!”

“Mulligan, I swear to God, shut your fucking yap for one minute,” Bradley yelled back, shifting his focus from you to his friend. “Sorry doll, Dot, shouldn’t have said those words with you around. Can you forgive me?”

Shooting Dot a wink, you caught his hand. “If you kiss me hard enough, sailor, I just might forget the whole thing.” You weren’t sure where the boldness came from, but it was worth it when Bradley’s face lit up.

“Is that right?” He said in a low voice. “Just one kiss?”

You shrugged as your gaze fell from his amber eyes to his lips and back again. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?”

That was all it took because next you knew, Bradley had picked you up in his arms and let his lips fall against yours, kissing you so soundly your breath left you in a rush. His hands around your waist held you so securely you didn’t fear falling. Your own hands cradled his face, subconsciously brushing away the tears that fell from his eyes.

He set you back on your feet, but his hands didn’t leave your hips. “So, did you forget about it yet?”

Smiling cheekily back at him, you replied “Forget what?” He chuckled and you let your palms slide down his neck to rest on his chest over his heart. “All that being said, dearest, I leave today. And I know you aren’t down yet.”

“We got separated from the Navy landing crew, doll. Kramer sent a telegram to the high ups and they are sending us on leave for a little while. Especially since we weren’t supposed to be in Berlin,” Bradley told you, a big hand running up and down your back. “So as long as I get to port at a reasonable time, I’m still doing my duty.”

“And when is that, Bradley?” Toying with his jacket, you found yourself chewing on your lip in thought.

“Hey.” His gentle tone had you looking up at his face that was filled with compassion. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I’ve got it in writing and up here,” Bradley told you, tapping his temple. “My mama always said I had a mind like a steel trap.”

You leaned up onto your tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I’m still going to worry, Bradley. I don’t know how not to. But I trust you. If you say you have it, then you do.”

Bradley leaned down to kiss you again, this time the fierceness of the gesture had you gasping against his mouth. “God I love you.”

The world stood still as you looked up at him. “Do you mean that?”

“Of course, Rosie. Unless you have some other beau running around London that I don’t know about.” He paused, looking down at you. “Wait, you don’t have a beau waiting on you, do you?”

Looking shocked, you shook your head. “No. No, I don’t. My sister was the looker of the two of us.”

By now, Lewis and Dot had run off somewhere and the other men traveling with Bradley had scattered throughout the camp offering help to the pretty young nurses still there.

The two of you were alone.

“Come on,” you said, tugging him towards your tent. “I have something to show you.”

“You could lead me off a cliff, Rosie and I’d follow you happily,” Bradley chirped, relishing in the pretty blush that dusted itself across your face. His body hurt from sleeping sitting up, he hadn’t had a shower and probably smelled terrible, yet even just being near him flustered you to no end.

And he loved it. Maybe not as much as he loved you, but how could he deny you? Your grip on his hand tightened as you pulled him to you, your other hand coming to rest on his jaw. “I didn’t want to do this in public, but I’ve been daydreaming about you kissing me like I’m all you have ever wanted, Bradley.”

The words raced through him, excitement building as he let you guide his face to yours. The first gentle touch of your lips to his had him smiling broadly, and he knew that you were smiling just as hard by the way you pulled back just a little. The next attempt went similarly; the two of you too giddy in the other’s nearness to kiss the other properly.

But he made it work, catching your chin and kissing you soundly. The gasp that fell past your lips gave him an opening and he took it, slipping his tongue past your lips.

Bradley had anticipated some kind of resistance, the feeling probably new to you, but he found none as he continued to kiss you like you were the oxygen he needed to breathe. If anything, you brought in your own fierceness to the gesture, your tongue tangling with his.

When you finally pulled back, cursing your need to breathe real air and not just Bradley’s closeness, you found that his eyes were still screwed shut. “Pinch me,” he breathed out. “This has to be a dream.”

“This is real, dearest,” you replied with a giggle. “Would I lie to you?”

“You promise?” The tone of his voice seemed so young to your ears, reminding you that for all your 25 years, and his 27, he was still too young to have seen everything he likely had seen.

“Of course.”

His eyes fluttered open, shining brightly with unshed tears. “Thank God. I don’t know what I would do if I had imagined you.”

“I’d say that you have a very vivid imagination then, dearest,” you replied softly, turning his face back to yours. When he’d looked away, you didn’t know, but you loved the sight of those warm eyes looking down on you and you would do anything to keep them in your life. “Besides, where would I go then? If I weren’t real, as you say.” Your fingers ran along the back of his neck, gently playing with the short curls. That was something else you hadn’t noticed until now; the natural curls that had emerged once his hair had a little length.

“Marry me.”

You froze, shock filling you from head to toe. “I beg your pardon?”

“Marry me, Rosie. I don’t have a ring, hell, I don’t even know if I’m going to have a home when I get back stateside.” The words poured out in a rush, but the emotion in his tone was palpable. This wasn’t just a wartime distraction to him. “All I know is that if I don’t tie you to me, if I don’t make every effort to keep you near, I’ll regret it forever doll.” Bradley’s eyes held nothing but sincerity, truth seeping from every pore as he held you, his big hands pressing you to him.

A deep sigh left your lips, the silence thundering in Bradley’s ears as he waited. You glanced up at him, your eyes misty with tears. “If I say yes,” you began, swallowing thickly. “If I say yes Bradley, you don’t get to leave because this is hard. I would be your wife, and you my husband. We do this together or not at all.” Tears had begun falling and you didn’t know if this was an accumulation of emotion from finally having him close or if it was fear. Fear of being wed and left in a heartbeat.

“Rosie, I would find the Chaplain now if it meant that I could spend the rest of my life with you. I would march to the Pacific now to end this war if it meant I could marry you faster. I fought for us just as much as I fought for my country and my mama would come down from Heaven like a shot if I even so much as thought about leaving you behind.” Bradley had ducked his head down, holding your teary eyes with his own. In the growing darkness, you could barely make out the ring of his honey-coloured iris, but you knew that he meant what he said.

How could he not?

“So, doll. What do ya say, hmm? Feel like being Mrs. Rosie Bradshaw?” The usual humor in his tone returned when he saw the meaning behind his words sink in. You understood him and trusted him deeply, after all he’d come back, hadn’t he? In what world would he do all of this and not mean it, not swear by it? Bradley had taken a step to close the distance between you both for the rest of time, pulled his heart out of his chest and held it out to you.

You met him halfway. “I’ve certainly been called worse, Mr. Bradshaw,” you teased gently, as you toyed with the collar of his jacket. “What makes you think I’ll come running when you call that name?”

“Because I’ll come running if you promise to call me that everyday, Rosie doll.” A giggle broke loose from your chest and the matching smile seemed to split your face in two as you watched Bradley’s face light up once he heard your reaction to yet another sweet name he could drop. “You never did answer my question, doll. Are you gonna leave me standing out in the cold like some sort o’ schmuck or are you gonna let me in to get all the good lovin’ my weary bones need?”

You slapped his chest, cheeks burning under his attention. “My mother raised me to never let a man starve nor grow cold, therefore I believe I ought to marry you, dearest. How else am I to go on living when I have a very handsome sailor practically begging for my hand?” You were still smiling broadly and as you watched your words get processed.

“Yeah?”

“Of course.”

Bradley let out a whoop of joy, grabbing you suddenly before picking you up and twirling you around the yard. “Well dammit all! Rosie said yes!”

Cheers broke out from around the hospital. Nurses and the G.I.s were clapping and whistling in celebration that only got louder when you brought your hands to his face and kissed him so hard you could feel your lips bruise from trying to pour every ounce of feeling into it. “God, I love you,” you mumbled against his lips.

Setting you back on your feet, Bradley dipped you over a strong arm, bringing you into another sweet kiss that had you wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself as close as you could to his chest. “So,” Bradley mumbled. “When I find my mama’s ring, it’s yours. She would have loved you, Rosie. My pop too.”

You leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. “I’m certain that they’re very proud of you, Bradley.” The softness of your tone combined with the sincerity filling every word was a shot straight to his heart. Tears sprouted in his eyes and Bradley brought you back up, hugging you tightly.

“I really lucked out, didn’t I? Meeting the most perfect girl this side of the Atlantic.”

A week later, you married Bradley William Edward Bradshaw in a simple ceremony at a small chapel outside London. His mother’s simple diamond and gold ring had slipped into your finger on the voyage across the English Channel while you had been staring out at the ocean around you.

You had scarcely noticed it at first, but when your eyes fell upon it for the first time, you swore that your heart had nearly fallen into your shoes at the sight. Bradley had laughed at your reaction, pulling you close and wrapping you in his arms for the remainder of the journey, all the while watching you trail your eyes over your hand time and time again.

It was all he could do not to press a kiss to your left hand every time he saw the ring catch the light, which was often, especially by lantern and lamp light.

Needless to say, the pair of you were very happy, and while Bradley had been tapped for deployment into the Pacific theater, his ship had only just made port somewhere in Spain before the US detonation of their super weapons in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The Japanese emperor had surrendered almost at once and from your position in London, you couldn’t blame them. You had always hated the unnecessary violence, the casualties just because and this was no different. The innocent civilians hadn’t needed to die in such a way as they had, though you couldn’t see a way of changing the course of the war.

But Bradley was safe and on his way home to you. In the end, you couldn’t help those affected by the tragedy any more than you had during the war in Europe. You would be trying to wrap a wound made by a cannonball with a tiny sliver of fabric, so you set about waiting for him to come back to you.

Now though, you needn’t worry as much. You were Mrs. Bradley Bradshaw and he had made many a promise yet never broken a single one. So the mere sight of his form on the dock eased it all.

Today started the rest of your life.

We got eight children now growing old

Five sons and three daughters

She and I went on the run

Don't care about religion

I'm gonna marry the woman I love

Down by the Wexford border

She was Nancy Mulligan

And I was William Sheeran

She took my name and then we were one

Down by the Wexford border

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A/N: So, I hope your heart has a big ass cavity in it and that you enjoyed the cotton candy level of fluff that I just threw at you! Big thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 for being the best beta reader ever and @sarahsmi13s, I’m sorry for making you sob when I was sharing snippets

Read Roo and Rosie’s Christmas fic here!

Tagging: @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s @horseshoegirl @roosterforme @@eli2447 @nobody7102 @gigisimsonmars @dcyllom @bobgasm @multifandomlover4life @mak-32 @beyondthesefourwalls

#fern writes #Ring Around My Rosie #wwii au #bradley bradsaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fic #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #American Sailor Bradley X English Nurse reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader

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mara-xx217 · 1 year

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Man, can I eat some Yandere Pyramid Head falling in love with the reader? The player is the new survivor and enter your first match with him.

HNNNG- It's been too LONG since I've wrote for this big ole boy!!

Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Unsolicited Touching and Caressing, Tongue Touching

xxx

It didn't see fair to you. Bad things like this are supposed to happen to bad people, or, at least, that was what you grew up believing. Bad things happen to people that deserve it. Good people suffer, but they are supposed to be rewarded for the hardships they face in life.

But that isn't true.

The bad people here get to do what they love: hurt others, while the good, or at least, decent people are killed over and over and over again in a never ending cycle of pain and death.

You aren't like the others. You aren't strong. You aren't skilled. You are a coward. You fear for your life even though it has no meaning in this place. You fear pain. You fear death. It fear is so strong, so intense, you can do nothing but hide.

Or so you try to do.

You are always found and made an example of. Here, there is no escaping death. Are you being judged for something? Did you do something so unforgivable that this is your fitting punishment? Perhaps it's a crime that an ancestor of yours committed? Something you did in a past life? No amount of "I'm sorry, please forgive me..." will ever save you from his hell.

Only... you weren't being punished. Not even judged. The only judge, jury and Executioner here, in the Entity's realms has already passed down his verdict and he has found you-

Innocent.

You can only stand there, back pressed against a wall, as still as a statue. Hoping- praying- that, like some movie magic dinosaur, this massive Red Pyramid thing would deem you either an inanimate object or uninteresting enough to pursue. No luck... A large, blood-soaked and gloved hand reached out towards your face.

It blindly groped around, just barely missing the top of your lip as you turn your head away, holding your breath. You choked on your fear as the flat of its palm covered the entirety of your face. And the smell-!

Your cheeks were cold in contrast to the killer's extremely warm hand. You expected it to grab you by the throat, or, at the very least, by the front of your shirt, and haul you away to your death. It instead mapped out the features of your face. Maybe... Its thumb brushed past your nose, down the curve of your cheek, down to the corner of your mouth-

Twisting pain gripped your stomach as a long, black... what? Tentacle? Tongue? It slipped out of a crack in its massive, metal helm and wiggled in the air just beside your face. You're going to faint. You wish you would- it's- This is-

The black... thing flicked against the shell of your ear, causing your knees to buckle and the edges of your vision to darken. It's too much- TOO MUCH! You squeak out a sob, feeling weak.

Weak... You are weak...

Death didn't come for you this time, nor did the Entity, either. It- that Red Pyramid thing... It wouldn't let you go. Death was never an escape, not really... but it was a reprieve. You never had that whenever that big monster had its way. And it nearly always did.

It was old- maybe not as old as the Entity, but it had it's sway and power of its own. Did it make a deal with Her? Did it even matter? You were never harmed by anyone else ever again... but you never saw your new friends ever again, either.

The Executioner deemed you innocent, but others? They would be judged and punished accordingly, as it was its duty to do so. It protects the innocent, and for you, there was no safety that was anywhere other than at his side.

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

#dead by daylight #dbd #silent hill 2 #pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #ask response #more of him please I love him #tw monsterfucking #tw noncon

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kanonavi · 7 months

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Something that will never cease to rot my brain is just how brilliantly mhy have developed Xiao's character over the past three years. I'm lucky enough to have started playing Genshin before he was added to the game (which does of course mean newer players have probably had a different experience of him, I'll get into that later) so I've been there for every single moment that Xiao appeared and it's always so amazing to me just how much effort has been put into him. (Long rant and Mild Spoilers for the Poetry Gala Event below lol)

Xiao in the Archon quest and in 1.3 (both in his character quest and 1.3 Lantern Rite) compared to Xiao in the most recent event is truly like night and day, and what's most impressive about that is that how he acts in the poetry event feels completely true to his character. Xiao has earned this gentleness over the past three years, as the traveler but also the other people he's met have urged him to open up and interact with others more often.

This really couldn't have been achieved without mhy taking advantage of every scrap of screen time Xiao has gotten. They absolutely have favorites and Xiao is for sure one of them. I'll use Moonchase as a comparison to the Poetry Gala. Back then we saw Xiao on screen for maybe 5 minutes at most, appearing because the traveler called him, tasting Xiangling's dish and giving her a compliment (at least for his standards for giving compliments) and then disappearing. But now we see him at the poetry event being invited to join by Venti and Hu Tao (and him not outright refusing!!), and then staying to socialize with Chongyun's group when everyone (not just the traveler) asks him to.

3.4 Lantern Rite and the Poetry Gala have felt like the biggest steps due to the fact that we see Xiao actively participating in activities of his own volition. Most of his appearances before 3.4 (and even after, counting Baizhu's quest) are dictated by about 2.5 factors. The first is his duty: protecting Liyue from evil, more specifically keeping its people safe from these evils. The second is being called by the traveler, an act which I would consider a symbol of their friendship later on, but in the beginning and probably still in a lingering capacity now I think can be attributed to a sense of debt towards them. They helped save Liyue in a time of crisis, after having no obligation to do so, and someone like Xiao who takes his duties in protecting Liyue so seriously would absolutely feel like he owes a complete outsider like the traveler a debt after they kinda did his job for him. So much of Xiao's character is about debts, after all. That even ties into the 2.5th reason, where he would probably feel some obligation to appear at Lantern Rite because Zhongli would be there, though it's unclear if Hu Tao mentioned he would be so it might not even count in that case.

Now we see Xiao participating in events on the invitation of Hu Tao and Venti who are seeking him out because they see him as a friend. We see him taking not only the traveler's feelings into account when asked to participate, but also Chongyun and Diona's. It's such a far cry from his "I don't associate with mortals" attitude that we saw back in 2021.

That barely even touches the shift we've seen in his demeanor either. Back in 2021, Xiao always spoke very curtly and in as few words as possible, always seeming displeased any time he had to hold a conversation, but now he's loosened up so much that the difference is honestly staggering. It even shows through in his birthday letters from 2021 vs. 2023 (And even here we see him going out of his way to socialize of his own volition, so proud of him!):

I've gone back and forth between EN and CN voiceovers in the past year, so some of Xiao's appearances I've only experienced in CN, but hearing him in the Poetry Gala event in EN I can only give his voice actress a thousand kudos for how amazing her performance is. Xiao's voice has softened with time, and it's such a small detail, but I honestly think that it's what hammers his growth home more than anything else for me. He's not only willing to have full conversations with people he's less familiar with now, but he also doesn't feel the need to speak as harshly to them either, and that's really amazing to hear play out in the game.

Xiao's voicelines are so fascinating to me for that very reason, because they act as a time capsule for how he was back in 2021, and that's just not what he sounds like anymore. Obviously, voice actors' performances of their characters will shift with time but Xiao is the only character for which I can say that his demeanor really has just changed with time. Of course, I think that in some cases this does actually make sense, namely if a newer player pulls Xiao and has only gotten to experience the Archon Quest and maybe his Character Quest. In that case, all of the time that has passed simply doesn't exist. But at the same time I can only imagine how funny it would be for a long-time player who simply never pulled Xiao for one reason or another to pull him and listen to his lines and hear his older, edgier self lol

Though on that note I do also need to point out the biggest downside of all of this, and what is perhaps my greatest sadness about Xiao's character development, which is that new Genshin players simply won't have the chance to experience it. There are many characters who get the short end of the stick with the nature of Genshin's serialized storytelling and limited-time events (Albedo, Kazuha, and a plethora of 4 stars who don't get featured much, just to name a few), but I think Xiao's actually saddens me the most, because I believe the time that has passed is the greatest strength when it comes to this development. People will get to see his arc from the Archon Quest to Perilous Trail (and thank god they preserved Perilous Trail as an Interlude), but even that is still a shadow of Xiao's actual progression over the years.

These days, newer Genshin players may have only seen Xiao in the Liyue Archon Quest before playing the Poetry Gala event (unless Perilous Trail is a prereq, which I don't know off the top of my head), and I can't even imagine how jarring it would be to see how he acts there and then immediately see him in this event. The way that time works in this case would probably just make it seem like mhy doesn't know what they're doing with Xiao when in reality three years of development have been compressed into a matter of weeks. Knowing that, I'm grateful to have been able to experience his story in its truest form, but it also cannot go unacknowledged that some aspects of Genshin's story have a shorter shelf life than others. It's a major problem with the game, from some perspectives, but at the same time it's just a consequence of how it's being developed.

Anyway, I just needed to gush after seeing Xiao absolutely steal the show in part 2 of the quest with his quiet participation and little smile (crying). He's so good and I love him so much, and it's so nice to see what they've done with him after he finally got some semblance of closure after Perilous Trail <3

#genshin impact #xiao #navi gets meta #Don't mind me just out here having rabid blorbo thoughts #I am holding him in my cupped hands so so much #I can't wait for part 3 of this event I want to see him again #I am the target audience for this whole event and man do I feel targeted #Four of my all time favorite characters are here and they expect me to not be ill about it? Impossible.

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loving-mista · 1 year

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Inuzuma boys Genshin

relationship headcannons

(with how long ive been playing this game i'm surprised i never got the idea to write for it) an: some of these are based on their voice lines birthday letters and in-game events so there are some slight spoilers ahead, so I tried to keep it as vague as possible. heizou and goru's parts are pretty short so sorry in advance

kamisato ayato

it's not secret that ayato has quite sadistic tendancies especilly when its in public.

that being said he absolutely loves teasing you in public, his cold hands on your waist under your shirt, or his hands moving a little lower past your back from time to time, or even just randomly whispering flirty comments in your ear. he loves the reactions you give are so endearing and cute to him

despite that little habit of his ayato always manages to sweep you off your feet, he may not be a good cook but he doesn't need those skills to make you fall head over heels for him

ayato is actually quite poetic, expect plenty of letters and poems addressed to you while he is away for work or other duties he has

ayato is quite fond in the idea of marrying you, he cant imagine his life without you, and he simply refuses to

there are times where dates have to be short due to his schedule, leading to plenty of bubble tea dates

ayato has nothing but undying love and loyalty for you and he makes sure to show it to you any way he can

Arataki itto

when itto isnt out scarying children or fighting beetles he can be quite the sweet boyfirend

lets face it itto loves to show off and you are no exception, he is just so proud of you being his he cant help but flaunt it to others

he named one of his onikabuto afert you, and he was so proud of it its now his favorite

he takes you along his little battles, you are his lucky charm after all

when the decree took his vision he feared he would forget you, he tried to spend as much time with you as possible to stop that from happening be wasn't willing to take the risk because what if he did forget you

thankfully that didn't happen though because even the idea of forgetting you made him upset

thoma

i am well aware he technically isn't an inuzuma boy but shhh

literally a golden retriever boyfriend at its finest

he's always offering to buy you sweets or food and he is always putting you before himself

when you helped save him during the vision hunt decree incident, he almost cried he was so worried for you the moment he saw you step in he was already trying to think of a way to ensure your safety and he was ready to willingly give his vision if it came to that

dates with Thoma are the best, whether it is exploring inuzuma to you both helping around, just getting to spend time with Thoma is amazing

if you aren't to scared of dogs he would introduce you to his "friends" who pretty much are the local stray dogs in the area

thoma is a sweet person and an even sweeter boyfriend

Kaedehara Kazuha

being a wanderer kazuha never stays in the same place too long, unless its the land of his home he somehow always finds his way back to inuzuma even after all the grief that comes with the memories from there

but now, all those negative emotions and memories are no longer a concern of his, not with you around. With you around all the bad feels like it's not so bad after all

kazuha is always thinking of you even when he isn't with you in inuzuma. while he's away he sends you sweet poems and love letters with a flower from wherever in teyvat he is attached to it

however despite him leaving every so often, kazuha tries his best to make up for lost time, and even takes you on some adventures of your very own

Shikanoin Heizou

he would randomly take you to help him with a case, if you're around he wants you to be there you help him feel like he can solve it quicker

escape room dates

heizou loves to ask for your opinion during cases, because the idea of you helping him just makes him so happy.

he loves writing you sweet letters however little do you know that each letter is connected to the previous he puts a lot of thought into them but even if you don't notice he's glad the letters are enough to get his feelings across

however, if you do notice, he literally perks up when you mention it he's so excited and happy about it. And ever since then, you notice he is more and more affectionate than he was before towards you

general gorou

gorou tries so hard to make it look like he doesn't enjoy your affection but that glisten of joy in his eyes and his wagging tail completely contradict that statement

he tries so hard to act tough in front of others but behind closed doors he's such a clingy person, he loves snuggling close to you and wrapping his ttail around you nuzzling his face in your neck. yeah complete opposite to his previous demeanor

don't get me wrong though, in front of others, he's just as sweet, just not as clingy and affectionate as he is behind closed doors when you both are alone

he also sends letters while he's away and each letter manages to be as sweet and full of love as the previous

#ayato kamisato imagines #ayato x reader #itto headcanons #itto x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #heizou x reader #gorou x reader #arataki itto #genshin fluff

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secretariatess · 4 months

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The Milkmaids and the Partridge

So, because I usually write other world fantasy, where Christmas doesn't actually exist. So writing a fantasy Christmas story for me . . . wouldn't be undoable, I guess, but it would take a lot more work than I wanted to put in.

So the theme was "Twelve Days of Christmas," which is meant of the literal days of Christmas and not the song. But I'm being very loose with all of this and using inspiration from the song, and inspiration from the real Christmas story.

It's more of a fairy tale than anything, so hopefully it's enjoyable despite my liberties, lol. It's under 5k words (which is surprising for me!)

For the Christmas Inklings Challenge, @inklings-challenge

Once upon a time, in the Realm of the Ten Lords, there was a humble dairy farm on the outskirts of the town. This dairy farm, known to most as the Starry Night Farm due to its uniquely painted barn, was owned and run by eight milkmaids. These milkmaids were not sisters by blood, but considered themselves such all the same because of how close they got over the years. The start of their friendship is truly an interesting story, but it is not the story right now.

These milkmaids all lived in the space over the barn. It was not a very large space, as they did not have many cows, but it kept them warm and provided beds for them, so they were quite content with their lives. Their cows produced some of the finest milk in all the realm, and so they had met many a traveler seeking to taste the milk.

Now one of their duties was to make sure their pastures were fit for their cows. A good pasture led to happy, healthy cows, and that was part of their secret for their milk. The milkmaids took this task very seriously and always kept a sharp eye out for anything that might pose a danger to the cows.

It was one morning that Spirit, for that was the name of one of the milkmaids, noticed that there was a patch of foxtail growing in the corner of the pasture. Now see, foxtail was not very good for cows, as the spikelets of the foxtail could get into the noses and ears of cows and cause great harm. Spirit promptly got rid of it and thought that that was the end of it.

The next day, Comfort, another milkmaid, saw foxtail growing in the corner of the pasture, and she took care of it before any of the cows wandered over. Like Spirit, she thought that was the end of it. But the next day, and the day after that, all the milkmaids had encountered the foxtail, each believing that they were responsible for getting rid of it and not realizing that their fellow milkmaids had done the same thing.

It was not until Spirit saw the foxtail again, and this time, there was more of it. She said to her fellow milkmaids, “Dear sisters, see here- I have removed this foxtail but a little over a week ago and it has returned in a larger bunch.”

“You have removed it?” said Meek, another milkmaid who was normally quiet. “Why, I have removed it myself only a week past! It has returned already?”

“That is quite odd,” said Suffered, yet another one of the milkmaids. “For it twas only yesterday that I removed a patch of foxtail.”

It was then discovered that all of the milkmaids had removed a patch of foxtail. The rate of its growth alarmed them.

“Dear sisters, what should we do?” asked Patience, wringing her hands. “If it will only come back, and in larger amounts, removing it will get us nowhere!”

“Come now,” chided Righteous gently. “There is no use getting in a tizzy just yet. We will ask the Nine Ladies for their wisdom about what we should do.”

It was a very good idea, and the milkmaids agreed to trek into town at the end of the week. The Nine Ladies were fond of dancing, and held a dance every end of the week. They were married to the Ten Lords, save one. This Lord fancied his leaping, as the rest of the Lords were, but thought that getting married would only tie him down. He wanted to spend as many years as he could to leap as high as he could before he settled down and got married.

It was a jolly sight when they arrived. Half the townsfolk had arrived to participate in the dance, and the music was merry. For those who were not as nimble on their feet, or perhaps were recovering from having partners who were not as nimble on their feet, there was a large banquet set up for them to enjoy, courtesy of the Nine Ladies.

The milkmaids approached the table of the Nine Ladies, who were resting after spending only a few hours on the dance floor, and curtsied low to them, as one does to show respect to a noble. In truth, the milkmaids were not used to curtsying as they spent much of their time with their cows, and one does not curtsy to a cow. Because of this one or two of them thought they would tip over before they could straighten. Fortunately, they did not.

“Oh great Ladies of the Realm,” said Pure, rising up from her curtsy and clasping her hands together as though she were praying. “We have come to implore you for your wisdom, as we are faced with a terrible problem and do not know how to get rid of it.”

“Speak girls,” said the Lady in the middle, whose cheeks were red and jolly, “and tell us what your problem is that we may help you.”

“Great Ladies of the Realm,” said Pure again, addressing them so that she may not be seen as rude, “we discovered a patch of foxtail growing in our pasture a little over a week ago. It was not too much of an issue for us, but we found out that it was growing every day, and recently we discovered that it has come back nearly twice the size. It is not good for our cows, and we are concerned about the damage it will cause them. What should we do about this foxtail that will not go away?”

“Oh, fear not!” said the Lady at the end on the right. “That is an easy enough fix. What you need is a partridge.”

“A partridge?” repeated Pure. She remembered her manners and quickly added, “Oh Great Lady?”

The Lady at the end on the left nodded cheerfully. “Truly! That is all you need. There is a partridge in the Garden of the Eleven Pipers- if you go to her, you may be able to persuade her to return with you. When she does, she will eat your foxtail, for that is what partridges like.”

The milkmaids all curtsied low at this advice.

“Great Ladies of the Realm, we thank you for your help,” said Pure. “We shall be ever grateful.”

“Now, now,” the Lady to the left of the Lady in the middle, “rise up and smile. Perhaps you will join us for some time in this dance!”

The milkmaids did as the Lady requested, and danced for joy at the solution to their problem. When they returned that night, for they spent many hours dancing, they prepared themselves for the journey to the Garden of the Eleven Pipers and put away their cows with a lot of hay to ensure their happiness.

The Garden of the Eleven Pipers was on the other side and would take a few days worth of travel to get there. The milkmaids had never been there themselves, but they had met people who had, and they were told it was a wonderful place. So they were excited to see its wonder and bring back the partridge. It was agreed to take a sack of seeds with them to present to the partridge in order to persuade her to return with them.

In the morning, they set off, singing to each other all sorts of joyous songs.

As they journeyed on, they came upon the Great Horned Owl.

The Great Horned Owl was sleeping, and was not happy with being disturbed from his slumber by their joyful singing. He settled on the side of the path, peering at them blearily with narrowed eyes as he tried to make them out.

“Too-hoo! What is this to-do?” he hooted, blinking slowly. The daylight bothered his eyes so.

“We are going to the Garden of the Eleven Pipers,” said Peace, stepping forward.

“The Garden of the Eleven Pipers?” hooted the Owl. “Too-hoo! That is a long journey.”

“It is only a few days,” said Peace. “It is not too long for us.”

“Too-hoo! I see,” said the Owl. “Now why would eight young milkmaids be going to the Garden of Eleven Pipers for? Is this part of the Realm not satisfactory for you?” The Great Horned Owl was a nosy fellow, and had to know about people moving about where they usually did not go.

“We are going to find a partridge,” said Peace. She showed him the basket they prepared for the partridge. The milkmaids had agreed that it would be much more comfortable for the partridge to sit in a cushioned basket than to be carried by their arms or walk the whole way back to the Starry Night Farm.

“A partridge? Too-hoo! What an odd thing to look for,” said the Owl.

“We need the partridge to help us with the foxtail in our farm,” said Peace. “It is growing at an alarming rate, and the Nine Ladies told us that a partridge will eat the foxtail.”

“Too-hoo! Is that true?” said the Owl. But the Owl was jealous. He prided himself with helping all who came across his path with his wide range of knowledge, and he did not like the idea of the milkmaids seeking help from another bird. Why wouldn’t the Nine Ladies send them to him? He could have figured out a solution to their problem.

“It is true!” confirmed Peace.

“Well then, too-hoo!” said the Owl, devising a plan. “When you come back, why don’t you show me the partridge before going back to the farm? I have some foxtail myself that I would like to get rid of. If this partridge can do it, than I would like to have some of her time.”

The milkmaids agreed, because they did not know that the Owl was scheming. He did not have any foxtail that was growing anywhere, so he certainly did not need the partridge for that. He instead hoped to eat the partridge whole, so he could remain the only bird to whom the humans asked for help. But the milkmaids could not have known this, for he was very convincing.

So they continued on their way. After a few days, they stood at the entrance of the Garden of the Eleven Pipers. No one really saw the Pipers at work in the Garden, but they knew they were there, somewhere among the plants and trees the Pipers grew. The Garden was enormous, and the Pipers allowed anyone in to come and rest, and to eat the fruit and vegetables of their garden. It was a refuge for many creatures and people without any other place to go.

But because it was so large, the milkmaids realized that it would take them quite a while to find the partridge. They wandered here and there, stepping around the carrot patches and the tomato plants, twisting their way around the apple trees and blueberry bushes, until they came upon a sparkling creek winding around the orange trees. In this creek were seven beautiful swans, swimming about and coming together to share some exciting information before drifting apart again to think of something else that had happened to them that week.

The milkmaids quietly approached, not wanting to startle the swans.

One of them took noticed and let out a welcoming honk. “Welcome, welcome! Now, what brings the eight of you lovely milkmaids here?” cried one of the swans.

“We are looking for a partridge,” said Meek, stepping in front of the other milkmaids. “We were told by the Nine Ladies that we could find her here, but we do not know where to look for her.”

“Oh, the partridge!” exclaimed the swan. “Oh yes, we know the partridge. She joins us for our weddings and birthdays, you know.”

“And when we have feasts!” piped another swan. “She is quite a lovely thing, and we certainly enjoy her company.”

“Perhaps you could point us in the right direction?” asked Meek. “We are beginning to feel quite lost.”

“Oh, but of course!” said the second swan. “Now, if you go down that way, you should come out to some very lovely banana trees. There are usually some geese there who know just about everyone here in the Garden. They will tell you where the partridge likes to go.”

“Thank you very much!” said Meek, and she meant it. For it is not every day that one gets lost in a giant garden. The experience was quite overwhelming.

The milkmaids followed the swan’s advice, and sure enough, they came across some banana trees with six geese who had made themselves quite cozy at the root of the trees. Their nests were big enough to hold fully grown humans, and they were made with the softest, finest things that the geese could find. The geese were very particular about their nests, for once every week, they would lay one egg. And then on the seventh day, they would all rest and care for the egg they laid.

They were resting on this day, sitting happily on the eggs they laid and dreaming of the gooseling they would get to meet shortly.

When the milkmaids arrived, they lifted their heads contentedly.

“Excuse us, madams,” said Mercy, stepping forward this time. “Perhaps you could tell where we might find the partridge? We were told that you would know.”

“Why, of course dear!” said the first goose. Her voice was that that only a mother could have when talking tenderly to a child. “We know exactly where she is. She likes to roost among the pear trees.”

“Thank you, kind madams,” said Mercy, giving a little curtsy. She did not know if it was proper to do so, but it felt wrong to not do so. Her fellow milkmaids followed suit, giving the geese a respectful curtsy. “Perhaps you could tell us where the pear trees are? We are new to the Garden, and do not know our way around.”

“Oh, you poor dears,” fussed the second goose. “Wandering around the Garden, and no idea of how to get anywhere? It is a wonder you got this far then, I shouldn’t wonder. We would take you ourselves if it weren’t for the fact that we mustn’t leave these eggs alone. The Garden is safe, but it never hurts to be careful.”

“Well, I shan’t tell them to go alone,” said the third goose. “I would not want them to wander off and get lost again. Even with the best directions you can always take a wrong step, and next thing you know, you’re in the pumpkin patch!”

“No need to worry,” said the fourth goose calmly. “We shall send the calling birds with them. They will know where to go, and can stay with the girls so that they do not get lost. Now, you must wait for them,” she told the milkmaids sternly.

The milkmaids agreed and settled themselves by the geese while the fifth goose let out a loud honk to tell the calling birds to come to them. While they waited, the milkmaids told the geese of their mission, and the foxtail that was growing in their pasture. The geese sympathized with their plight and fussed over the long journey that the milkmaids had to take to get the Garden. The milkmaids let the geese fuss over them, for it was better to let the geese care for them and not to tell them that they did not need the care. As it was, it felt nice to be cared for. The geese made sure they still had enough food and water to continue on, and to make it back home.

The two calling birds arrived shortly after the geese confirmed that the milkmaids would be able to travel quite comfortably.

“Greetings!” said the first calling bird. “We heard that someone is in need of our service?”

“Yes, yes, these poor dears are looking for the partridge,” said the second goose. “They are quite lost, as it is their first time in the Garden. Would you be so kind as to escort them to the pear trees so that they do not get lost?”

“Most certainly!” said the second calling bird. He swept into a bow as only a bird could. “We can bring you straight to the partridge! However, we must tell you, that you will have to wait until nightfall to speak with her. For she is a very busy bird and does not come to rest until night.”

“We can most certainly wait,” assured Mercy, giving the calling birds a curtsy in turn. All this curtsying was making her legs tired. She was not used to having to do this.

“Right this way, then!” said the first calling bird. He took off from the branch where he had landed and swiftly wove between the trees. The second calling bird only took off when the milkmaids had started to follow, occasionally flying behind them or perching on their shoulder. The first calling bird stopped when he had gone far enough, making sure the milkmaids knew where to go. The second calling bird stayed with them to make sure they did not take a wrong turn and get lost. He also had a very good singing voice and knew a great deal of songs, many of which he taught the milkmaids as they made their way to the pear trees.

It was early evening when they arrived. The calling birds brought them directly to the pear tree where the partridge would rest. The milkmaids rested their weary legs underneath the tree. Even though they tried to maintain a conversation with the calling birds, they eventually became too tired and fell asleep.

They were awoken by a bright light from above them. Looking up as they rubbed the sleep from their eyes, they saw light from a very bright star as a partridge came to rest in the branches of the pear tree above them. She peered down at them curiously.

“It is not every night that I come to find visitors beneath my tree,” said the partridge. “What brings you here?”

“O Great Partridge,” said Comfort. She used such great titles because that is how one addresses the Ladies. And if this partridge was to save them from their foxtail problem, it was only logical to refer to her like this. “We have come to plead for your help. Our farm has a problem with foxtail- my sisters and I have all pulled it up, but it keeps returning. We were told by the Nine Ladies that you would be able to help us.”

Peace held up the offering of nuts. “We have brought you these as part of our request to come back with us,” said Peace. “If you do, we will be forever indebted to you, for the foxtail is harmful to our cows, and our cows are our livelihood.”

The partridge looked quite pleased with the request. But not a pleased where she looked proud, but rather a pleased that she was happy they had asked her. “Of course, daughters, I will come with you and take care of your foxtail. Now settle yourselves back to sleep so you are rested for the journey. In the morning, we shall head out.”

The milkmaids thanked her profusely and settled back into sleep.

In the morning, when they were still rising from their slumber and getting themselves ready to go, they were approached by three hens who prided themselves with knowing a language known as “French,” which was spoken in a realm very far from the Realm of the Ten Lords. Though there were some who suspected that the hens had just made up a language of gibberish and claimed that it was real to make themselves seem well educated, especially since they could not speak any known languages besides the common tongue.

But these hens were not here to boast of their language skills. Instead, they looked quite concerned. “Dear mademoiselles, you must not return the way you came,” they told the milkmaids.

“Why is that?” asked Suffered.

“We have it on good authority that the Great Horned Owl is expecting you,” they informed them. “But he is not looking to get rid of foxtail, as he had told you. He was sharing with some of his friends how much he was going to enjoy partridge for dinner someday. If you return the way you came and meet with the Great Horned Owl, he will surely eat the partridge.”

“Oh dear,” said Meek. “That is something that we cannot let happen! But then, how are we to return?”

“There is a hamlet of twelve drummers,” they told the milkmaids. “Up in the hills, south of the Garden. If you go to them, they will provide you a way home.”

The milkmaids thanked the hens for their advice. They tucked the partridge all nice and cozy in the basket they brought for her, supplying her with their offering of nuts. They then followed the hens’ advice and headed south out of the Garden.

It was a hard journey to the hamlet. It consisted only of twelve houses and one meeting house. Each building sat on a hill of its own, and each hill was steep. The drummers, who were not drummers by trade, would sit outside of their houses and drum with each other. They only left their hills when they had to go to the meeting house to discuss important things that oculd not be said yelling across the dips between hills.

When the milkmaids arrived, such an event demanded the use of the meeting house. The drummers saw them from a long way off and were waiting for them there already. The milkmaids collapsed on the ground, too tired from the journey to show proper decorum to the drummers. Tearfully, the milkmaids told the drummers of their plight. The drummers comforted them, telling them that they were safe. The drummers provided for them blankets and makeshift beds so they could sleep in the meeting house. Before bed, both the drummers and the milkmaids ate a lovely dinner of fruits, nuts, vegetables, and meat that each drummer harvested from his own hill. The partridge remained in her basket, happily observing the dining.

In the morning, the drummers came to the milkmaids. They presented them with five golden rings.

“These are magic rings,” said one of the drummers, who used congas. “We use them when we want to leave the hills. They will take you back to your home without the Great Horned Owl’s knowledge.”

The milkmaids thanked them as profusely as they thanked the hens. They all partnered with another of the milkmaids, with Pure carrying the basket with the partridge. One of the drummers, the one who played a timpani, accompanied them to show them how to use the rings and to take the rings back home after ensuring they got back safely.

When they arrived at the Starry Night Farm, the milkmaids further showed their gratitude by gifting the timpani drummer with twelve bottles of their finest milk.

They set the partridge amongst the foxtail, which had overtaken the whole pasture in their absence. The partridge immediately set to work, eating away at all the foxtail. When enough of it had been eaten, the milkmaids let the cows out, who had been safely shut away.

Unbeknownst to the milkmaids, the Great Horned Owl realized that they were not going to return the way they came. Enraged by their trickery, he himself flew to the Garden in hopes of finding the partridge. Not knowing what a partridge looked like, he made sure to eat all the quail and grouse who considered themselves safe in the Garden. When he realized that he still had not caught the partridge, he headed back to the Starry Night Farm to exact his revenge.

The milkmaids were out in the pasture tending to their cows when the Owl arrived. Talons spread, he swooped towards Spirit, who cried out in fear. Her fellow milkmaids rushed to save her, but it was the partridge who jumped out in front of Spirit.

The partridge fought fiercely, caring not that the Owl was bigger than her, nor that his talons were sharp and made to snatch her up. To the Owl’s great surprise, she was stronger than she appeared and above all, determined.

Just as the sun started to sink beneath the trees, the battle ended. The Owl dragged himself away from the site of the battle into the uneaten foxtail and died from his wounds.

The partridge remained where she was, beaten, bruised, and bloodied. The milkmaids rushed to her side to find that she was already dead.

The milkmaids wept bitterly, placing her in the basket that had been serving as her bed. They brought the basket into the barn where they mourned the whole night. Their tears exhausted them and they fell asleep around the basket.

Morning came and peered through the slats of the barns. The milkmaids blinked awake in its gaze. There, in the middle of the largest sunbeam, sat the partridge, alive and well! The milkmaids cried out in amazement and happiness.

“O Great Partridge!” gasped Righteous. “We thought you were surely gone! How joyous is it that you are not!”

“Death could not keep me, daughter, after such a sacrifice,” said the partridge. “I said I would take care of your foxtail, and I am not one to go back on my promises.”

With great rejoicing, the milkmaids returned the pasture with partridge. The carcass of the Owl was thrown out by the road, where worms, scavengers, and flies discovered it. The partridge remained with the milkmaids and ate their foxtail. The cows continued to be healthy and happy, and produced even finer milk than before.

For now, at least, they lived happily ever after.

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two-white-butterflies · 2 years

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coaxed you into paradise

Chapter Eleven: Melarys Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's. masterlist

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DAEGON SETTLES BESIDE HELAENA, as her fingers delicately danced upon the mantle of a living centipede. Everyone found the princess to be strange, but he didn't — as a matter of fact, he related to her. He found interest in bugs and dirt, something that his mother disliked greatly.

"My mother speaks about a marriage between your mother and Prince Daemon," she whispered in her earthly voice and he nods, "They did marry each other — I guess that's why father is cross." he replied as he looked at the closed door of his parent's chambers.

Daegon couldn't understand his father's anger. Actually, he couldn't understand his father at all. He always spent his time with Alyssa or Princess Rhaenyra's sons. He couldn't relate to his father — at least not in the ways a son should.

Instead, he finds that understanding his granduncle, Daemon, who has comforted him at night when his nightmares have grown too haunted to bear. Daemon was his father — not Harwin.

"Mother says that it isn't right, for a woman to take two-husbands." she mimicked her mother's rants and Daegon frowns. To his understanding, Queen Alicent was not a Targaryen — and she followed the faith of the seven religiously. "Just because its rare does not mean it's wrong." he muttered not trying to argue with his best-friend.

Helaena hums and returns her attention to the bug in her hand. "I guess you're right. Mother doesn't make sense anyways," she agreed as she opens his palms and places the bug in his hand.

"And it's better, because now — you can have two fathers!" she adds as the centipede walks down his forearm.

HARWIN SITS WITH HIS LEGS WIDE OPEN, his eyes had a drunken stare in them. In front of him, stood Saera Targaryen — his wife. "You have forfeited all rights in being mad," she stated coldly as his gaze remained undwindled.

"Your uncle lies — he wishes only to have you. There is nothing between me and your sister, nothing but respect." he tries to plead his innocence but she saw them with her own two eyes.

She takes a step forward, resisting the chuckle that was forming at the back of her throat. Instead, she smiles bitterly and stares at him too. "You cry wolf and dare lie in front of me," she accused as his frown deepens.

He stands up, and his armor clinks — he stares at her blankly, a hint of desperation in his features. She knew that he bore no love for her, and only wanted to save his honor. "I have been your dutiful husband, loving none but you — sharing no other's bed but yours. Your betrayal is hurting me, and our children." he lied through gritted teeth.

"Hurting our children? My marriage to a person they consider as their father will not hurt them. What hurts them is that you pay more attention to Rhaenyra's children, rather than them." she calls him out, and he looks away.

There was no point in lying — not when her decision was already firm. "Rhaenyra's children are yours, are they not? And do not lie, because I will know." she pointed and he looks at the ground.

His lips were pursed, and his heart held nothing but shame. He was silent and shameful, a sharp contrast to her body which held nothing but pride. "I know of your affair with her — I've remained idle all these years because of the vultures that seek my father's throne. I am doing this for love of my family, and not the love of you." she accused and he raises his arms in surrender.

"How can I make it up to you?" he asked, his will dying with his heart. His wife's anger was dangerous — and as potent as dragonfire, he didn't want to be at the blunt of her sword, not when he was still at her mercy.

She looks away from him, and turns towards the window. "Return to Harrenhal, and forget about your life here." she commanded as she looked back at his face. There was a time where she loved him, and would have given him the world. But those days were spent, and gone like the leaves.

"You cannot ask me to do that," he argued but she raises her fingers, dismissing his thoughts. "It is what I want," she added as his head hung low. "I cannot be punished for something I have no control of," he tried to lie once more, but she laughs at his face.

She circles him, and places a hand on his chest. "I have been a penitent wife — cowering in your shadows and swallowing all shame. But you cannot take the only thing that makes me happy. I will kill you, Harwin." she threatened as she takes the dagger from his side and traces it in his armor.

"Leave for your home, and I might be merciful." she states as she reaches for the doorknob and walks out of his room. Leaving him with nothing but defeat and shame.

ALYSSA JOGS TOWARDS HER FATHER, hugging his legs tightly. "Please don't leave." she pleaded as he gently ruffled her hair, which was wet and smelt of salt water. "I return to home, Alyssa. Our home," he replies as he glances at Saera who stood motionless, leaning at one of the alabaster pillars.

She was a cold woman, and all hopes of ever seeing his children vanished as quick as it came. "Then, bring me with you." she offered as he wiped her tears with a cotton cloth. "Alyssa, I am not going to die. I merely wish to spend my time in Harenhal." he chuckles as he brings her closer and gives her a hug.

"But who will ride with me in Bluefyre in your absence?" she questioned with a pout and he presses a kiss to her forehead. "You can ask Jace, or Luke." he pondered as Saera clears her throat.

"And you can ride with Helaena and Daegon or Rhaena and Baela." she added as one of the guards calls for Harwin. "But now is the time for your father to leave," she says as her daughter ran towards her and gives her a light embrace.

Alyssa was gentle like a lotus, and in the absence of her father, she'd in fact become more of a dragon. She turns towards Harwin, and gives him a false smile. "Goodbye, Harwin." she bids with a light wave as the man began his descent towards the carriage.

Lord Lyonel was leaving with his son, in hopes of getting him used to Harenhal. But he would return in due time, and fill the ranks of her father's courts once again.

"Goodbye, Papa!" Alyssa yells as she watches the carriage leave, and with it, all the chances of ever seeing her father again.

TW: FIRE, DEATH, BURNING

THE FIRE HAD GROWN TOO HIGH, and Harwin had just recently awoken. Behind him, he could hear his father's screams as he desperately tries to claw his way out of his room. "Father!" he screams as he takes a crowbar and begins prying the metal doors open.

Lord Lyonel bangs his hands upon the wall, "Harwin, leave!" he commanded but his son would not listen. He could not have his father die — the situation at court was a delusional one, they both had to defend their honors and succeed against The Rogue Prince's delusiveness.

"No," he refused as the fire gently stalks towards his foot. "Harwin, as your father and as the hand of the king. I command you to leave!" Lord Lyonel exclaims as his son continues banging across the door.

Harwin knew that he was powerful — that he was more than capable of saving his loved one. "And as your son, I decline!" he yells back as he successfully derails the doorknob.

But by this time, the fire had grown too much to bear. He only realized that his flesh was burning, when the ringing in his ear halted.

He screamed loudly — and was brought back to rumors of Harren's Curse. He falls unto the ground, as his father's screams began to drown out of his ears.

He desperately tries to extinguish the flame in his forearm. Only to fail, and for the fire to reach his entire body.

He yells in agony, as his flesh falls apart.

And in every last breath of Harwin Strong, he was cruelly reminded that those who try to fight fire are only destined to burn.

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eviesaurusrex · 1 year

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omg hi!! Love your writing so much and if I could, can I request something for Stephen? maybe something fluffy/smutty?

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Stephen Strange x Asgardian!Reader

summary: After weeks apart due to back-to-back missions all over the universe, Stephen and YN were finally able to spend some much-needed alone time with one another.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: allusions to smutty smut stuff, plus a bit of smutty smut stuff, fluff, Stephen (because he definitely is a warning himself), more fluff, super fluff, a bit of altered norse mythology (deal with it)

author's note: First of all, thank you so much for your kind words, lovely anon! I really hope you like this short piece. I definitely had fun writing for Stephen again <3 I hope it wasn't the wrong decision to stick to Sorcerer!Stephen instead of Surgeon!Stephen. But if you'd prefer the latter, please just send me another ask, and I will write for him as well! <33 And because I've been strangely drawn to norse mythology lately, I just had to make the reader an Asgardian and had to play with the relationship between the gods and goddesses, so don't hate me for that! Disclaimer: Please don't come for me when you're a mastermind in norse mythology. This is fiction, so please, for the love of this universe, don't kill me for taking liberties while writing my stuff. Thanks!

MDNI first and final warning

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The sound of a thunderstorm in the far-off distance let Stephen jolt out of his deep slumber, only interrupted by vivid dreams produced by the memories of the last few missions he had to accept, even though he would've much more preferred to stay back in town. But the universe obviously couldn't save itself, so Wong, Lang, and himself had ventured out into space and other systems to exert their duties and responsibilities as Avengers. At last, Stephen had been glad he had accepted those missions because the woman right next to him had been on duty herself, though she had owned the luxury of staying on their home planet.

Well, his home planet, but not hers because she had been born in a place so magical, the sorcerer couldn't quite grasp it. And if he already had turned his mind to this particular topic, he could also start calling his woman his goddess again because, after all, she was nothing but that.

Slowly, the sorcerer turned in their shared bed in the Sanctum Sanctorum, which they always used as their hiding place as soon as they needed some much-longed-for time alone. After some minor incidents within the walls of the compound—things he wished were never seen by anyone outside their relationship—the couple had decided to stay at the Sanctum where no one would interrupt them. Not even Wong. And after weeks apart, Stephen had been thankful for the quietness of home, which had been only disturbed by the desperate sounds leaving their mouths as soon as he had stumbled through a portal and saw this dream of a woman already waiting for him before she had enveloped him with her arms and legs and had shown him that he indeed was home.

A small smile, entirely reserved for her eyes and presence, etched its way onto Stephen's lips as he propped his body up on one arm, watching her as closely as possible. It didn't often happen that he had the pleasure of watching her peacefully sleeping form, observing her radiant face, counting how often her bare chest with the most perfect pair of breasts he had ever seen moved up and down with each intake and outtake of breath. He was mesmerized, starstruck even, by the most mundane things she did, the smallest movements she subconsciously did in her sleep, the tiniest twitch of her features. If he had been born an artist, he would've painted her day and night, Stephen was sure of it. But gladly, others already had done that over the millennia.

Longingly, his slightly shaking hand raised from the soft bed covers, his arm stretching towards the woman of his dreams who had become flesh, blood, and reality. His fingertips touched the warm, almost burning skin on her shoulder, caressing through the thick strand of ever-changing hair covering the soft skin of her neck on which the sorcerer still could see the marks he had left there only hours prior. A pleased smirk made its presence known before Stephen let his fingers brush the hair out of the way and let them wander further, closer to one of the softest parts of her body while he bent his head down, lowering himself closer and closer to her sensitive neck. The moment his lips touched the first of many of his marks and his hand wrapped itself around her heavy breast, his thumb teasing her hardening nipple with featherlike circles, the woman next to him awoke with a gentle moan, her legs tangled in the sheets, slowly moving, and Stephen knew that she pressed her thighs together, desperately searching for release.

She may be Freyja, goddess of love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, and seiðr, she may have worn one too many names to count them all, but here, now, with him, she simply was YN, the woman he loved, and the woman he knew like the back of his hand. Because she wanted to stay with him, she had added another name to the endless-seeming list. Because she loved him, she had decided to stay far longer in one place than she usually did.

He was the luckiest man in the history of humankind.

"Do you mind telling me what you are doing there?" Her voice sounded tired, but somewhere in its depths was the same tone hidden he had heard during the entirety of last night. So all Stephen did was kiss her neck softly and let his thumb torture the peaking cherry he loved to swallow whole. "I don't know what you mean, my love," the sorcerer whispered at her ear, biting into the soft skin of her earlobe, and chuckled huskily at yet another moan which escaped her parted lips. YN bent her head slightly to grant him better access to one of the most sensitive spots on her body, which Stephen knew how to play like a musician, tickling noises out of her that had once been the first sounds of pleasure in her part of the world. "You are... gods... you are insatiable."

And she loved every second of it.

As she opened her eyes, Stephen was once again looming slightly over her, propped up on one arm, his other hand still holding her breast, his thumb still teasing and torturing her. His barely perceptible touch was enough to let her legs move restlessly, her breath quickening, and wetness pooling between her thighs. He was a sorcerer with how good he played her body, how he had managed to enchant her with every fiber of her being. YN always had been sure how love was meant to feel because it was her creation, but she had been a blind fool all her existence long nonetheless. Her heart sang as soon as the woman only thought about the man watching her now, and her entire being danced in joy when they were together again.

The decision whether to stay or to leave again had been easy for her, and since then, not a single moment had passed in which she regretted it.

"YN?"

Stephen's voice pulled her back into reality, back to him, and YN blinked slowly up at him, humming in question. He observed her closely, and suddenly she realized he had removed his warm hand off the skin of her breasts and had cupped her cheek with it. "Where did you wander off in your thoughts?" It was a normal thing for her, and the man next to her had gotten used to her habits over time. So, YN smiled up at him before pushing herself up on one arm, urging him to lay back down on the soft mattress. Almost lazily, the woman started to trace random patterns over his chest, chin propped up in the palm of her hand, her eyes watching his face with mild wonder. "I thought about how lucky I am to have found you," she dared to whisper into the quietness of their bedroom, only interrupted by the tapping sounds of rain against the windows and the growling thunder in the distance of the city. Stephen didn't say a word, didn't dare to speak up, and waited for her to continue if she wanted. And so YN did. "I always thought I would know how love feels, how much joy it actually can bring one. But all this time, I was so blind and foolish. I thought I finally realized it when my brother brought Jane home or at the sight of the first couple I stumbled upon when I went down here. But everything always only granted me glimpses into the thing I should know all about until you had the audacity to tell me how I'm supposed to fight the one being off I know everything about."

The day of their first encounter was so ingrained in her mind that YN could still smell the earth of the forest and the scents enveloping Stephen from within. Even though they both hadn't had the best of starts, she cherished every single moment of it.

The sorcerer laughed softly under his breath and wrapped his arm around her to pull YN closer against his side. Her hand now laid flat on his chest, right above his heart. "We were an excellent team." Stephen grinned and laughed louder as soon as he felt her hitting his chest. "I remember this day a bit differently than you, love," she teased him but pressed a lingering kiss to the still-smiling corner of his mouth. And then, she turned serious again. "Thank you for showing me what love is, Stephen Strange," YN whispered and suddenly had to fight the urge to cry.

The man smiled softly at her and coaxed YN to lay down right next to him before he turned on his side as well, wrapping her in his arms. Instantly, both pairs of legs tangled into each other under the sheets, pulling each other even closer. He cupped her neck, letting his thumb slowly follow the sharp line of her jaw, and kissed her full of tenderness and utmost devotion. "You never have to thank me for that, YNN. It should be the other way around, my love." Stephen fell silent for a moment and sighed deeply before he kissed her soft lips another time. "Thank you for making me realize that I'm worthy. Worthy of experiencing love, worthy of giving love myself, worthy of being loved by the most gorgeous, intelligent, compassionate, and kind woman ever in existence." Blinking rapidly again to not allow a single tear to escape her eyes, YN stared into his mesmerizing eyes, which always reminded her of the lakes and rivers of Asgard and the blue shimmer of the Bifröst. They symbolized home to her because that's exactly what Stephen was to her: home.

"Stephen," YN whispered under her breath and let her fingers comb through his salt-and-pepper hair. He smiled that one particular smile at the sound of his name coming over her lips, only seen by her eyes. "Freyja. Mardöll. Hörn. Gefn. Syr. YN." If she hadn't been sure that death was almost impossible for her, she would've sworn she would die at this very moment—her heart beat as if it tried to escape her ribcage. "YN..."

And with her name on his lips, whispered like a prayer to the gods, Stephen kissed her with everything he had and with everything he was—because that was the only thing suitable for the woman he would love until his last day on earth, until his last dying heartbeat.

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I'm not sure what I'm thinking about this one, so please leave a comment and let me know! I mean, it's not terrible? I think? At least, I hope so. As usual: comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated! Kisses to your pretty faces <33

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jgyapologism · 7 months

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send a ship ask game xiyao chengyao and chengxian

oooh another one thank u!!

xiyao

my otp tbh. i mean, i wrote an entire fic series about an alternate universe where jgy lives, just so i could keep them together. i think that answers that question lmao. but no, like, you don't understand. these two are such a tragedy: they love each other so deeply, yet are kept apart by duty and circumstance, and lxc is someone who jgy is probably the most honest with - but he still withholds - and him withholding from lxc is the one thing that lxc cannot forgive. so when guanyin temple happens, and lxc finds out the truth, he feels betrayed and rejected and like everything between them was a lie and god, he thought that he knew jgy better than anyone else. he thought he was the exception. but jgy can't afford exceptions. can't afford to let anyone too close. experience has taught him to keep people within arm's distance but no closer than that and lxc had thought he was the exception but he wasn't. except that he was - in jgy's eyes - because jgy had never allowed himself to hope for love, to be loved, before lxc.

lxc wanted to know jgy - even the monster bits - but jgy thought he had to wear a mask in order to be loved by him. but lxc just wanted him, darkness and all.

chengyao

ohoho i mean, i love the concept of chengyao as like "two men who are bad at emotions are thrown together by force to help raise this child together" and i just, like to think that over the years, jc had grown to respect - maybe even admire - jgy for his resilience and persistence. b/c those are two traits that jc values highly - and he knows what it means to be resilient and persistent and to build something from scratch. so he admires jgy, and jgy grows to admire jc too, because he sees the way jc had rebuilt his sect from the ground up and how he holds his own against other sect leaders and - there might be a little bit of jealousy there.

so they respect one another, and they have this kid they have to raise together, so they do their best. and maybe jc thinks jl likes jgy better, so there's some hidden resentment, and maybe jgy thinks jc is too harsh on jl, so there's judgment. and they never see eye to eye, but they do their best - for jl.

but then guanyin temple happens and jgy puts the garrote around jl's neck - his own nephew - and jc loses every ounce of respect he has for jgy. even if all of his other atrocities didn't seal his fate - him using the garrote on jl did it for him.

but man. before all that - these two raising jl together?? peak comedy. 100/10 never getting over it. they are a small, broken family but jc and jgy are both tenacious as hell and like hell they're gonna let this boy suffer like they did. that's why jl is so spoiled rotten - b/c jgy and jc just can't stand to see him suffer.

chengxian

oh anon. you just opened the floodgates. what can i say about chengxian, the twin prides, the two brothers who have always been at odds, yet refusing to let each other go?

chengxian is the most tragic ship in the entire show. we watch jc and wwx grow up together. we see their brotherhood and their friendship. we see how loyal and dedicated and fond they are of one another. but we also see the cracks and fissures between them: the way jfm dotes on wwx and the parallel hatred yzy has for wwx; the way jc always felt responsible for wwx; the fact that jc may have been wwx's superior in title but everyone who saw them knew wwx was smarter and stronger ; and the resentment that dug its way inside jc's chest and made him bitter.

but jc had always thought - believed - that wwx would choose him over everything else - except maybe jyl - and he clung to their brotherhood like a lifeline. he thought wwx was his ride or die.

but then the wen's destroy the jiang sect. they kill jc's parents. and jc blames wwx for everything - but still, even then, he sacrifices himself to save wwx, and they tear out jc's core (and wwx saves him too late and sacrifices his own core to save jc but jc doesn't know this until years later and its too late and everything is festered and ugly between them) and the wen's throw wwx into the burial mounds and he thinks wwx is dead and that it was all for nothing.

wwx goes to the burial mounds - and that, that changes things entirely. it changes wwx, b/c now he's coreless and weak and he's had to survive.

and then they meet again - after jc spends months with someone he hates just looking for his brother, clinging to some shred of hope that he's still alive - and wwx is different. but they still try to act like everything is the same; that nothing has changed. except that everything has.

and then wwx chooses the wens. he chooses the wens - the very same sect who murdered their family - over jc. over family. and something inside jc finally breaks.

he gives up on wwx. gives up on their brotherhood. meanwhile wwx has been begging him to let him go this entire time. and he thinks wwx doesn't care when it's the farthest thing from it, because all wwx wants is for jc to rebuild his sect, and being associated with wwx will only destroy them.

but, these two are Class A noncommunicators. they sacrifice everything for each other time and time again, without any thought to what the other one wants, and if not for wn, wwx would have died holding onto the core secret (edit: hell, he fucking DID in his first life); just like jc will probably die without ever telling wwx that he was the one who distracted the wen guards. that he was the domino that led to all the broken things between them.

this...has gotten impossibly long. but i'll end with this: jc and wwx will never stop loving each other. beneath all of the layers of resentment and bitterness and hatred, there is brotherhood and love and care.

they may be too broken to be fixed in their entirety, but a broken vase can still be glued back together.

#cql #mdzs #the untamed #chengxian #xiyao #chengyao #i...got emotional yall

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ssahotchnerr · 2 years

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omg i just had a thought!!!! what if instead of aaron/greg spoiling you, you spoil them!!! taking them out for haircuts. washing/gasing their cars. buying them new suits/ties/cuff links or whatever. or buying them hot casual wear. maybe also buying them a little trinket/jewelry to remind them of you. then at the end of the day you cook/buy dinner and sit on their lap and feed them while kissing them sosososo many times!! 🥹🥹🥹

THAT'S SIMPLY ADORABLE AHHHHH

cw; mention of food, a bit of angst with greg?

with aaron, one saturday morning you force him out of bed bright and early. he's all ??? mumbling into his pillow, what are you doing? and you insist that that day, is 🥰 aaron day 🥰 he lifts his head off his pillow, his hair all messy and gives you a sleepy smile. "what?" he'll ask, and you respond by throwing a pair clothes at him and telling him to get ready >:) you spend the entire day spoiling him, because he is home and not away and you will shower him with all the love and affection he deserves before another case takes him away :( it's a little hard to surprise him with little things on the daily, because of his schedule, so that's why you invented aaron days 🥰 you'll buy him so many ties and dress shirts, treat him to a haircut (you love when his hair is shorter on the sides but a bit longer up front <3), one time in the past you've also talked him into getting a mani/pedi hehe <3 so you'll treat him to that as well <33. and that rolex he wears everyday!!! you splurged and got him a new one with an engraving of your name on it, maybe even your anniversary date, just anything personable to the two of you <3 he was astounded when you gave it to him, he even got a little teary eyed too from your generosity and love for him 🥹 and with the engraving, it's like you're constantly with him in the field; you also like to think you're helping keeping him safe somehow :( and aaron days always end with you cooking his favorite food for him, and AH he loves when you sit on his lap and feed him 🥰 it just makes him feel so loved and taken care of 🥰 and the amount of kisses you give him!!!! enough to last him a lifetime and more <3 and you'll never stop supplying them ever <3

omg the way greg would just melt at the tiniest lil things you do for him. you'll steal his car from his office's parking lot to get its oil changed, cleaned inside and out, and he appreciates that so much because it saves him so much time🥹 plus he can tend to get a bit flustered when things are hectic in life, so you always help ease the stress however you can. you'll help him highlight case findings, distract and encourage him if his parents aren't being very supportive, and shower him with kisses and cuddles on a hard day :( little things like that, he considers as you spoiling him; you don't need to, but choose to 🥺 and comparable to you, his whole wardrobe is things you've bought for him 🥰 omg he has a lucky suit!!!! that he insists it's lucky because you're the one that bought it for him, so he wears it to all his lawyer duties and it has a very impressive streak of wins <3 🥰 as for lil jewlery pieces, he has a lil necklace he wears under his button ups/shirts that has the first letter of your name 🥰 he loves wearing it, because it's a constant reminder of you, and it's close to his heart which is perfect because you own his <3 and AH he loves when you cook for him!!!!!!! he loves coming up behind you when he sees you cooking, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his neck on your shoulder to watch 🥺 <333 he's just a sucker for all lil domestic moments of affection full of intention and things that come naturally as well, especially since he never saw anything similar coming from his parents growing up 🥺 he wants a perfect life with you, one that's solely full of the two of you expressing your love for each other. so when you spoil him, he appreciates it more than you know 🥹

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#i love them both so bad #both deserve the WORLD and more :(#aaron hotchner x reader #greg montgomery x reader #criminal minds #dharma and greg #hotch x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction

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was i not good enough? (tech x reader)

the title could be misleading, i promise this is mostly fluff! <3 its a song title.

request from EmBeanWrites on Ao3! <3

Working on Kamino with clones, it got easy to lose yourself in the motions of day-to-day life. The same faces, the same halls, the same office cubicle of yours with no decoration, other than papers strewn across your desk. It was an infrequent sight to see something that stood out against the plain white background of the rainy planet’s facilities. Unless it was one of those lucky days that you got to work with Clone Force 99.

They were a breath of fresh air. Different from the other clones, with more individualistic traits that you were assigned to study. It felt rude to study the group without at least being friendly, so of course you had to befriend them. You didn’t expect the work assignment to invoke some of the most fun you’ve had around anyone in your whole life.

99 was composed of four men: Hunter, the sergeant, Wrecker, Crosshair, and Tech. Each one had their own genetic enhancements to pair with their role in the group; Hunter had increased senses and heightened awareness, Wrecker was a goliath of a man, Crosshair had the sharpest vision, and the sharpest aim to pair with it, and finally Tech who had knowledge on just about every subject. Any question you asked would be answered within moments, and so linearly too. No room for confusion with this group.

They recently gained a new member to their squad, CT-1409, nicknamed “Echo”, who was recovering from a near-death incident. You had no details on it, and didn’t pry; your studies didn’t affect him much, but you still befriended the man.

It's been months of being around them all, hearing a story for every planet, every little argument between the brothers, and if you were fortuitous you might get a glimpse of the past from Echo.

Your favorite of the group had always been Tech; every word he spoke was so intriguing to you. It went beyond what he had to say, too. You found everything about him so captivating, whether it was his eyes, his body, the way his hands ignited something in you every time you watched him work… it was impossible to ignore and you couldn’t shake the thoughts about him from your head.

It seems a lot of your actions have been horribly misinterpreted, though –every so often you’d get teased for a crush on one of the other men in the group, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. From the moment you met the Batch, Tech caught your eye and stayed in your sights for as long as possible. Unfortunately, the luxury of being around each other was often cut short by your respective duties: his as a soldier, and yours as someone who stayed on planet, helping out where you could. Sometimes, you’d get lucky enough to have some spare time to spend with the group as a whole, but never just Tech alone.

Today was different. 99 was given a day off, and you were the first person to come to mind once the news broke. Wrecker was the one to invite you to hang out with them for the day, even if it was just on Kamino, messing around and doing nothing exactly interesting. It made you giddy like a child, the idea of being around everyone, and your mind played with the idea of being around Tech, even when you knew nothing would happen. If anything, you saw your interest as one-sided pining, that wouldn’t change even if you could force it to.

But oh well, that wasn’t about to bum you out. Even with your glum thoughts regarding your feelings, you still were excited to see everyone once again.

The office was pretty empty, a stark contrast to the usual amount of Kaminoans and humans alike working in the cubicles, researching whatever topic could come up next. It felt like a sign for you to leave, saving the file you were working on and turning off your computer.

Something on your datapad beeped, so you went to check the notification. It was Wrecker, letting you know that they were waiting for you in the main hall. The message put some pep in your step as you made your way over there, the windows lining the path littered with light drops of rain that left sparkling drops resting atop the glass.

Excitement raced through you as you entered the main hall, finding the group immediately as they stood out against everything and everyone else here. The sun entering through the windows reflected off the tile flooring. You tried to calm yourself before joining the group, being greeted by everyone with smiles, except for Crosshair, with his usual serious expression.

“Ad’ika!” Wrecker exclaimed, picking you up into a hug. With a small yelp, you returned the hug, patting the back of his armor as if to say ‘alright, please put me down now.’ Once he did, you forced yourself to quickly regain your balance, a nervous-yet-delighted expression resting on your face. You looked over to Tech, as if it was an instinct, and his eyes darted down to the datapad in his hand, trying to hide that he was even looking. You shook it off as nothing, returning to the conversation. “Hey guys. What's the plan today?”

“We were thinking about lunch first before anything,” Hunter responded, to which you agreed. The six of you began on your way to the cafeteria in the facility. Crosshair nudged you, as if he was about to make a teasing comment about something, but was interrupted by Tech speaking up out of the blue. “I actually need your help with something in the Marauder,” he turned to you, nervously requesting your company.

“Alright then,” you nodded, looking at the rest of the men in the group. “We’ll meet up with you once we're done?”

Crosshair finally cracked a grin, as if he knew something that you didn't. You rolled your eyes at his expression, and followed Tech as he led you to the ship in the opposite direction.

The hangar was quiet today, a few service droids wandering around aimlessly with no assigned tasks. You wondered why Tech wouldn't just request a bot to do it, but then remembered how particular he is about his ship.

The Havoc Marauder, a custom ship for just Clone Force 99’s use, was parked in the hangar, and you studied it before walking closer. Only a couple times have you been given permission to go on the ship, mostly due to your busy schedule.

You stepped into the Marauder, watching Tech join you before he spoke. “I actually don’t need help with a repair in here.”

“Oh, okay,” you were a little confused, thinking maybe he just forgot that the issue was taken care of. You stepped back towards the exit of the ship before Tech grabbed your wrist firmly, a little stronger than you expected him to. “Wait, wait. There’s something I need to tell you.”

Your eyes darted down to your wrist, being held securely by the man. He saw your slightly nervous expression, removing his hands and taking yours in his instead. “It seems best for both of us if I just rip this bandage off and get it over with…”

Tech’s voice trailed off, his gaze facing away from you while you looked straight at him. You squeezed his hands reassuringly, trying to subliminally let him know that it was okay.

“Look, I don’t have a more appropriate way of saying this. I love you,” Tech’s eyes met yours, and your ears rang. Did he just say what you thought he did? All of today you spent convincing yourself he wouldn’t like you, let alone love you, only to be told this. You stared at him, expression blank.

“I… I just assumed that you liked someone else within the batch. I mean, my brothers are… so much more impressive, really.” Tech tried to hide the nervousness welling up in his throat, his voice getting a little softer as he spoke. You let go of his hands, embracing his face and dragging your thumb lightly across his cheek. “Tech, can you say what you told me again…?” You asked quietly.

“...which part, the I love you?-” and with that, Tech was cut off by you kissing him. It was rough, but quickly reciprocated, Tech’s hands finding your waist as he kissed you back. You could feel a little bit of the metal from his goggles brush against your face. A few seconds of messy collision passed before you pulled away.

Tech stared, eyes wide at the series of events. “Tech, I have loved you since the day we met,” you confessed. His breaths were shallow, and for a moment you were worried he would pass out right here, right now. But he didn’t. Instead, he leaned in once again, kissing your lips much softer than the previous exchange, his hands knowing exactly what to do as he pulled you closer, pressing yourself against him.

You separated once more from the kiss to comment again. “And nobody compares to you,” you whispered to Tech, feeling his chest fall as he exhaled a hitched breath. As he spoke a quiet “oh, cyare”, your hands carded through his hair as you gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb fic #star wars tbb #star wars #clone wars #tbb tech #bad batch #clone force 99 #tech x reader #tech x you #thank you for teaching me the art of the tag system #reader insert #reqs open

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occasionallyprosie · 2 months

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"Duty Versus Heart"

Most Sheikah swore fealty to the goddess, and eventually the royal family, from an early age. Those who trained to be in service of either would have an official ceremony where they swore to give their lives to serve the goddess and protect her bloodline. This was the duty that Legend had, but that duty had nothing to do with the decision he made.

Febuwhump 2024 | Prompt 24: "I'm doing this because I care about you."

Event Masterlist

Read On AO3 Warnings: Major Character Death ----

Legend didn't know what caused the complete inability to redirect his thoughts, but some random cold night in an inn where he rested beside the hearth as the others chattered on behind him, he couldn't get his thoughts to remain present.

The cold ground almost felt wet, the pops of the firewood was a dripping leak, and the storm outside for once didn't sound ten times louder than it was, it sounded like iron boots on hard ground.

"You... Link, why... yew shouldn' be 'ere," a low, tobacco-roughened voice rumbled. "Ah... ya always... always were too curious f'r yer own good."

Tears pricked his eyes and he was quick to tuck his face against his arm, feigning trying to fall asleep by the fire. He wasn't there. That was years ago, why was it hitting him again now?

"Take--" Alphon's voice was cut off by a wet, choking cough. "Take my sword and shield... it's time... T-The princess--You must save her."

Link wanted to scream, the blood soaking his hand as he vainly tried to slow the breathing. His voice was caught in his throat.

"Princess Zelda is... is your..."

His responsibility, his reason for fighting, it was his duty to protect her and he knew it. He'd been trained for this since he could walk but he wasn't meant to do it until he was of age!

"Vet?"

Legend inhaled sharply, a real voice cutting through his mind like a knife. He exhaled slowly, rubbing his face on his sleeve subtly before he raised it to look at Sky.

"Hey," Sky murmured softly, "I didn't mean to wake you, but it's getting late and you'll sleep better in bed even if the fire is warm."

Legend hummed softly, closing his eyes and still seeing that damned sewer and Alphon's dead body. Just the image of a body bleeding out was rapidly replaced by the thousand others he'd seen die, the knights he killed himself, Raven was a near miss but he still sometimes saw his body, Ralph too, Gulley and Irene and all the sages, Marin and the people of Koholint. He'd seen Cadence's body far too many times.

He pried his eyes open again to look at Sky again.

"Why?" He muttered, apparently loud enough the older hero could hear him.

"Why what?" Sky sat down, no longer just crouched down to his level.

"Why--I'm an adult, I can handle myself, so why are you trying to?"

Sky smiled gently. "Because I want to, collector."

"I'm not--I don’t need... I don’t need your help," he said quietly. "And for the record, it's my job to make sure you get out of this alive." Him and likely Wild and Hyrule too, from what he could sense.

"Fine," Sky huffed a bit. "Do that. I'll keep doing what I'm doing though, and you want to know why?"

Legend dragged his attention away from dripping sewers, thudding boots overhead, and the blood soaking into his skin for the first time that never truly left his pores.

"I'm doing this because I care about you," Sky carded his hand through Legend's hair and he froze up. "You can't stop me from caring, and you can't stop me from taking care of you as a result."

"LOOK OUT!"

Legend whirled around, dodging one swinging club and deflecting a sword.

Everyone was being overwhelmed and Legend was having to actually pull out every trick he had. He seemed to be one of maybe three who could handle the onslaught of monsters alone, the others had managed to double or triple up.

He was alone, Warriors was alone, and he was pretty sure Sky was alone too. Wild was with Hyrule, Twilight with Wind, and Time with Four.

Legend cut down another monster only for two more to take its place. A spin attack took down several monsters around him, but even then it only did so much. He didn't fail to notice that he, and Warriors and Sky, had the most monsters assaulting them but also left the most smoking bodies in their wake. For whatever reason, they were currently considered the largest threats.

Maybe they were just more used to fighting large groups of monsters at a time, Legend wasn't too sure.

Either way, he could feel himself being driven away from the others and couldn't do anything to prevent that. He could get back to them if he needed to, but as it stood, they were handling themselves even if it was with some struggle.

From the corner of his eye, Legend saw an axe swinging toward Sky's unprotected side. The older hero was finally being overwhelmed and he heard someone scream for the Chosen to look out!

Shadows were his home, he grew up walking in and through them. After all, after his parents died, his aunt raised him as her own and he was to take her place for the next queen, Zelda or Fable as he'd taken to calling her for simplicity's sake.

Shadows and knives were what he was trained with since he could walk and hold a blade. Shadow-stepping was something he had perfected since he was six. Merging with a shadow and stepping out of another was second nature, even if he never used it around others when he was like this because right now, he was a hero, not a warrior.

And Sky was the first king of Hyrule, he was the progenitor of the royal bloodline. Legend had sworn when he was eight that he would serve and protect the royal bloodline, and Alphon, the Hylian knight who guided him through Hylian customs so he could blend in, gave him his sword and shield to fight. He swore that again, formally, the moment he turned sixteen and wasn't on an adventure as the hero.

Sky may not be of the goddess's blood, but he was of her family and therefore of the royal family, and Legend had one job.

Protect the royal family.

However, that had nothing to do with why he did what he did.

Someone screamed. Legend stood with an axe in his side, between Sky and the daira that had almost killed him.

He stabbed it in return. He heard someone cry out but was more focused on the daira falling and him ripping the axe out of his body since it was either take it out now or let gravity do it.

Ice followed his blade as he used the Ether medallion a second time, driving off a good portion of the monsters that had been assaulting Sky. Voices were fading out fast but if there was anything Legend was good at, it was fighting while half dead.

Eventually that half began to quickly increase.

Twilight and Wind were fighting above them, Sky catching Legend as his body gave out.

"No, no, no--hold on. Vet hey, hey, look at me."

They didn't have any healing supplies, they were hoping to find a village soon... Hyrule had used so many spells during the fight, he wouldn't be able to employ that Life spell he'd saved Twilight with.

"Vet please!" Sky begged him. "Link! Come on, stay with me!"

Legend wheezed, adrenaline still masking the pain but not making up the strength he needed to keep fighting anymore.

"Hey," he breathed out, promptly coughing and choking on the blood that filled his mouth from the inside.

"Hey, no--I NEED A POTION!"

Somehow everyone had converged and was driving the monsters back with some kind of wall. He was proud of them.

"WE RAN OUT!" Someone called back. "CALL A FAIRY!"

Legend grabbed Sky's arm. Sky quickly looked back at him. "It's..." he spluttered blood, choking and clearing his throat. "It's going--It'll be okay."

"No--Why would you do that?" Sky demanded, clearly distressed and fair, Legend was dying in his arms, he had a valid reason to be distressed. "Just hold on, we'll figure something out, I swear. Just--Why? Why would you do that?

"Be...Because... I did..." Legend inhaled shakily, choking and watching the shadows draw closer to greet him properly. "I did... I did this because I... I care about... I care about you."

Sky audibly held back a sob.

Legend smiled weakly. "You... You can't stop me... can't stop me from caring."

The shadows finally closed in, greeting him and taking him back home.

#linked universe #lu legend #linkeduniverse #legend lu #fanfic #lu sky #sheikah legend #the agenda is being pushed #febuwhump 2024 #major character death #linked universe fanfic #whump fic #lu fanfic #prosie writes #linkeduniverse fanfiction #lu fanfiction

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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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Oceans Apart (Chapter 4)

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 7,7K

Summary: You invite Elvis over for dinner to introduce him to your cousin and his wife and the dessert on the menu is you.

Warning(s): lil bit of angst, reader and Red disliking each other, smoking, alcohol consumption, mentions of The Colonel, mentions of Gladys' passing, fluff, smut; fingering, oral (f. receiving)

Author's note: i probably missed a few warnings so lmk! enjoy luvs <3

Missed part 3? Read it here!

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“It’s a fairytale I can’t explain, full of words I don’t know how to say. And without a little twist of fate, I know I’d still be searching, baby. I swear that you’ve been sent to save me, you’re the only one that my heart keeps coming back to; it’s always been you.”

Elvis hated being away from you. He did from the moment you left America, but now that you were only a short walk away from him, he hated it even more.

He could barely leave his bed in the mornings to go do what was expected of him, but he did not exactly have the option stay in the comfort of the bubble you and him had created for yourselves.

Unfortunately, he had a reputation to uphold and duties to fulfill.

You’d stay at his house whenever he’d leave in the mornings so you two had more time together when he came back. You loved spending time with Dodger and reminiscing about the times back in Memphis, but you couldn’t stay here for the remaining weeks you had left.

While you were over the moon about the fact you and Elvis had reunited again, you didn’t come to Germany for him.

Adam and Hanna opened their home for you and while part of you wanted to forget about everyone else in the world and focus on Elvis only, that was not how the world worked.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Hanna grinned as she opened the front door for you when you announced your arrival by ringing the doorbell. You spent three days in a row at Elvis’ house and while you called Hanna to let her know, you felt a little guilty.

Hanna wasn’t mad at all, you could tell by the wide teasing grin that was raising the corners of her mouth.

“Sssh, no cat talk. He can hear you,” you whispered as you bend down to Aldo who greeted you with a wagging tail. You placed your hands over his tall ears and gave Hanna a stern look as you looked up to her. The blonde let out a laugh and stepped aside, watching you as you stood up straight to walk into the house.

The German Shepherd followed the both of you into the kitchen where you sat down at the dining table, cheeks heating up at the words that rolled off Hanna’s tongue so casually.

“So, how was it? Is he still as good?”

She laughed as she saw the state of your face, placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of you before she sat down with her own. Aldo’s head found its home on your lap and you ran your hand through his fur down his neck, keeping it there as you looked at your friend.

“It was lovely, thank you, but I’m not going to go into detail about how well our sex life still is,” you laughed softly as you held onto the ear of the cup, resisting the urge to take a sip from the warm beverage just so you wouldn’t need to speak further on the topic.

Hanna was curious but she wasn’t the type of person to pressure you into all the naughty details. If you wanted to tell her, you would.

She could be a very patient person.

Ofcourse, you did not leave her hanging entirely and told her about what you and Elvis had been up to other than making up for lost time in the sheets. You told her how you fell right back into the pace of his life and how comfortable it felt to be around his family again. You didn’t know how much you missed listening to Dodger’s stories or the silence between you and Vernon while cleaning the table after breakfast until it became a routine as it always had been those years back.

You were most definitely not fond of all of Elvis’ friends but even being around them felt good. It brought back memories from the time when Memphis was your home and it filled you with hopes for the future that Elvis and these people would be part of your life.

It was mainly Red and Lamar that rubbed you the wrong way for some reason, but you dealt with them for Elvis’ sake. If he considered their friendship to be genuine, you would just have to suck it up and put on a smile every time they were around.

“How have you been? It’s only been three days but it felt like much longer,” you smiled at her as you pulled your hand back from Aldo’s neck, placing your fingertips at the rim of your cup as you brought it to your lips. You blew into the dark liquid for a little bit, taking the risk of burning your tongue when you sipped from it.

“Oh dearie, I know you love me. You don’t have to suck up to me,” Hanna laughed as she waved you off, picking up a cookie from the plate that stood in between you two. “I’m doing all right. In all honesty I was thinking about you and Elvis so much that I kind of forgot about… you know..”

You knew exactly what she meant. The topic hadn’t been brought up since you came to Germany, but she knew that Adam told you. She felt relieved that she didn’t exactly need to say the word, because speaking about it in detail made her feel like the walls were closing in on her.

She always dreamt of being the perfect wife and a loving mother – the latter wasn’t ever happening in her future, so she felt like she failed at being a good wife too. No matter how much Adam would tell her that simply was not true, she found it hard to shake the feeling.

“What did the doctors tell you?” you asked, keeping your voice low as if you were afraid someone would be eavesdropping. You did not want to put her on the spot but you wanted her to know that you were there for her, a shoulder to cry on when she needed one and a listening ear to vent to.

“They talk and talk in their little doctor language, using all big words that I don’t know the meaning of half the time,” she sighed, putting the half eaten cookie down on the side of the little plate her cup was resting on. “Long and difficult story short; my body has betrayed me. Adam and I will never be parents, we’ll never be the picture perfect family and the longer and the more I talk about it, it feels like it’s my fault. Like.. like.. like I failed Adam,”

Her words were coming out fast, switching between German and Dutch and in any other situation, you would’ve giggled at it. But right now, all you did was put your cup down and stare at the female in front of you. Tears were stinging in your eyes as much as they were in hers.

Here was your friend, your family, and she was in a rough place and all you had done since coming here was mess around with the soldier from your past.

You felt guilty.

“You could never fail Adam, Han,” you whispered as you got up from your seat, walking to her side to kneel down beside her. Aldo was ofcourse right there next to you, putting his chin on Hanna’s knee.

She allowed you to take her hands, turning a bit more into your direction. The dog raised his head at the sight of her tears and whined softly, licking your entangled hands.

“Adam thinks the world of you. He loves you, more than words could ever describe,” you squeezed her hands softly, making her look down at you. “I remember the first time Adam told me about you and introduced you to the family and all I could think to myself was… wow, that is what I want to have in my future. Pure, beautiful, unconditional love,”

The both of you blinked your tears away, but your words tugged at Hanna’s heartstrings. She had to pull one of her hands out of your grip to wipe her eyes.

“A child is a beautiful addition to your life but it is not the most important one. It does not define your relationship nor does it define you as a woman. You are a wonderful person inside and out, Hannie, and none of this is your fault,” you told her, smiling softly as Aldo nudged his head underneath your arm to put his big head on Hanna’s lap.

The blonde laughed softly and tickled him behind his ear, squeezing your hand that she was still holding at the same time.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you to talk to. I should’ve come home sooner,”

“Y/N, don’t say that. It’s all right. I am sorry for putting this on you while this should be a happy time for you, you and Elvis finally reuniting and all..” she sighed, sniffing softly. She was smiling, but you still saw the sorrow in her eyes.

Perhaps you wouldn’t be the right person for her to say all of this to, because honestly you had no idea how to truly help her deal with all of this. You had never been in a situation that allowed you to feel the same way she did, but she was your friend. One of your closest friends, even. You still wanted to be there for her in which ever way you could.

“I don’t know how much I say will be of any help to you, but know I’m always here if you want to vent or just… do something to take your mind off things,”

“Oh, honey, your words mean the world to me. It might not look like it now,” she laughed softly as she pointed at her smudged mascara. “But I appreciate you so much and I’m glad you’re here. I wish you would never leave,”

You laughed softly and slowly stood up, walking over to the counter to bring her back a tissue.

“I’m only a 4 hour drive away and you’ll be seeing me a lot, even after these two weeks,” you smiled at her and she raised a curious eyebrow, sniffing her nose before bringing the tissue down from her face.

“Me and Elvis are giving things another try. He’ll be here for another two years and it just.. It feels right,”

“I’m so happy for you, Y/N. I think you and him are meant to be,”

“Just like you and Adam,” you grinned as you took the tissue from her, discarding it in the trash before you sat back down in your seat at the table. The coffee in front of you was lukewarm by now, but you needed the caffeine.

“Will you invite him to dinner tonight?” she suggested, her eyes lighting up a bit more again as she looked at you. “Me and Adam would love to meet him,”

Aside from your parents, nobody in your family has ever met Elvis – at least, that you were aware of.

But dinner with him, Adam and Hanna did sound good to you. It would give him the opportunity to feel somewhat normal again, maybe even get his mind off of his mother’s recent death. You two had not spoken a lot of it, nor about your grandfather’s passing, during those three days. Both of you found it hard to talk about the most important people that had ever been in your life not being there anymore.

You were well aware of what his mother meant to him. How much she meant. And you did not want to force him to speak of her, because you hated seeing the sorrow in his eyes when he did.

You nodded your head at Hanna’s words, smiling as you took a small sip of the coffee that just didn’t taste as good anymore. “I will call him later and ask,”

Elvis was eager to accept your dinner invitation, not caring about the fact that his German was far from good and your family wasn’t the best at speaking English. For him, you wouldn’t mind to take on the role of translator for the evening.

You agreed to the idea he suggested for you to pick him up at the back of the house, so you wouldn’t get mobbed by the crowd that was most likely lingering at the front. There always was, even if Elvis was not home.

You don’t think you’d ever get used to that, to the girls so shamelessly gawking at him with fawning adoration.

To you, Elvis was just Elvis. The boy from Memphis with the pretty blue eyes and cheeky smile you fell for the second you laid eyes on him. The one who gave you your first kiss and let you experience what it was like to have your souls connected through intimacy.

But he was growing up, turning into the man society was expecting him to become.

Time stood still for no one, not even for Elvis and you.

Once again, you felt like a thief in the night as you made your way into Elvis’ street. Elvis and you did not explicitly talk about having the public know what your relationship to each other was and while you wanted it to stay that way because you valued your privacy and anonymity, Elvis was not in the mood to get an angry call from his manager.

The Colonel couldn’t stop him from dating even if he tried, but something in the back of Elvis’ mind told him to keep his mouth shut and keep you to himself.

Keep you as the best and most beautiful secret he ever had.

Tonight, you did not look as suspicious as you had those days ago despite you worrying about it. You had taken Aldo with you to keep you company, part the reason for it was because the dog had been your trusty companion since you walked into your cousin’s house and the other reason was that it would stop wandering soldiers on their way home from trying to talk to you.

You had a nasty bite, perfectly capable of standing up for yourself but when they’d be met with the mean growl of protective Aldo, the men usually backed off.

You succeeded in sneaking to the back of the house without being seen and waited by the locked gate until it was swung open. You expected to be faced with Elvis himself, but instead a smaller male stood in front of you. He was clothed in casual clothing, his brown hair slightly damp as he wore a friendly smile on his face. His eyes seemed sweet, the brown orbs twinkling softly in excitement.

“You must be Y/N,” he greeted you, closing the gate behind you as you stepped into the back yard, holding a hand out in front of you. “I’m Joe. Elvis is still getting ready, but he’ll be down soon,”

“It’s nice to meet you, Joe,” you smiled as you slipped your hand into his, shaking his hand firmly. You could see he was surprised by it and it made you chuckle, walking up to the house with him. “Is it okay if Aldo comes in?”

The brunette nodded and opened the door for you, Aldo immediately wandering in like he owned the place. Knowing your way around the house, you walked into the kitchen and smiled brightly at Dodger who was moving around, cooking up a storm for the rowdy bunch that were taking up the living room.

“Oh, there is my little waffle,” Dodger’s face lit up as soon as she saw you, the nickname she used for only you making your cheeks ache because of the smile that spread across your face.

She gasped softly as she noticed the large dog beside you. Like a good boy, he sat down near your feet, tail wagging in excitement as Elvis’ grandmother walked closer. The dog looked up at you with hopeful eyes and he took your laugh as consent for him to stand back up and attack Dodger’s hand with licks as she scratched behind his ear. “And you brought a friend. What a good boy,”

You released the leash out of your hand and allowed her to spoil the German Shepherd with attention as you walked to the counter, stirring in some pots and pans as Dodger was distracted.

“Dodger, is the food ready? We’re hu-“

You turned your head to the entrance of the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at Red who appeared in the door opening. He tensed up just the way you did and neither you or Dodger missed the disapproving tone in his voice as he spoke your name.

“Y/N,”

You ignored the small nod he gave you and turned back to the pot in front of you, swirling the ladle around. “Red,”

It came out as a mumble, could not even be considered a proper greeting.

The elder lady in the kitchen was well aware of you and Red not being fond of each other. You blamed it on the clashing personalities, he blamed you for stealing his friend away from him and the boys.

He thought he finally got rid of you two years ago, yet here you were again, bringing back memories that you were part of he would rather forget about.

“Dog belongs to you? I don’t think Elvis will like him being in here,” Red pointed out with a small grin on his face, leaning against the frame of the door opening.

Dodger made her way over to you, taking the ladle from your hand so you could turn to face the ginger haired male that was definitely overstaying his welcome. In your opinion, at least.

“Yes, the dog belongs to me and Elvis doesn’t mind, you don’t have to worry about a thing, Red,” you told him as you picked up Aldo’s leash from the floor, grinning softly to yourself as your companion completely ignored Elvis’ friend. “Dinner will be ready in about thirty. If you’re hungry, eat a slice of bread,”

His jaw clenched at your words and the way you nodded to the bread bin that stood on the counter. So smug, so sure of yourself.

He couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t stand you.

You pulled a face at his back side as he turned around and retreated back into the living area, doing your best not to flip him off. Joe who was sat on the couch with a view of the kitchen laughed softly as he noticed it, putting his thumb up at you.

You think you were going to like Joe.

Elvis missed the small altercation between you and Red by a few minutes, coming down the stairs with a bright smile on his face. He made his way to the kitchen immediately, showing off his pearly whites before he planted a firm kiss on your lips.

“You look beautiful, darlin’,” he greeted you with a compliment, his smile never fading as he noticed the dog at your feet that looked up at him with big and curious eyes. Elvis got through his knees almost immediately, gently grabbing Aldo’s head in his hands as he tickled him behind his ears. “Ain’t you the cutest thing around,” he laughed as Aldo barked in excitement, tail wagging quickly and creating a small breeze at your legs. “Well, almost the cutest,”

You looked down at Elvis and smiled, your heart skipping a beat as he shot you a wink.

Suck on that, Red West.

You and Elvis helped Dodger prepare dinner while she kept getting distracted by the new friend that you introduced to her before you stole her grandson away for the evening.

The walk that would usually take you five minutes lasted a little longer due to the detour you had to take so he wouldn’t be seen by screaming fans. He wasn’t in uniform, so it wouldn’t be hard to spot him.

You looked at the box of chocolates that was tugged under his arm, whiskey bottle wrapped in brown paper in his hand. “Adam does like whiskey, right?”

“He does, but you didn’t have to bring anything,”

“Ofcourse I do, it’s my first time meeting them,” he smiled as he stopped walking when you did to let Aldo sniff around in the bushes of the small park you were currently in, Elvis’ arm hung loosely around your waist. “Teach me some German, so I don’t look like a fool. How do I say.. ‘Thank you for inviting me’?”

“Danke für deine Einladung,”

He widened his eyes as he looked down at you, letting out a hearty laugh as he tried to repeat it. Other than small words like ‘Hello’ and ‘Thank you’, his knowledge of the German language didn’t extend very far. People usually spoke English to him where ever he went and he simply did not have the time to sit down and learn another language.

For an American, you thought his pronunciation wasn’t too bad. You weren’t an expert at the language yourself, although it was similar to your own it was very different at the same time. You spend the rest of the walk teaching him small phrases that he could use in casual conversation, but as soon as he was face to face with Adam and Hanna, he forgot every single one of them.

“My English is not the best, but your German is worse,” Adam laughed in good humor as he stopped Elvis from stuttering, landing a friendly slap on your boyfriend’s shoulder.

Elvis let out a relieved laugh, the nerves that he had been feeling but didn’t tell you about slowly disappearing. He liked the thick accent Adam spoke with. Although yours was not as audible, it reminded him of you.

Brought back memories of his time back in Memphis with you. Where he would get you to teach him bad words so he could throw them at people’s heads in arguments and seem like he was more cultured than them, or so he could simply catch you off guard when he’d jokingly cuss you out in your own language.

He had missed the way you would stumble over your words when you’d get excited or when you were angry, even when it was directed at him.

He missed the way you’d forget about a certain word in English and had to animatedly explain to him with frustrated hand gestures what you meant.

And like the soulmates you were, he always knew what you meant.

As dinner progressed, Adam and Hanna were treating Elvis as if he had been part of the family for years already and Elvis loved every minute of it.

The home cooked meal, the drinks that were nursed throughout the evening, the (embarrassing) stories that the couple shared with him about you.

It made him miss his mother, but he didn’t give himself time to get in his feelings about it now.

He was seperated from Memphis by an ocean, but tonight he felt like he was home.

“Our uncle used to dress up as Santa every year and Y/N thought he was the real deal until she was about 10,” Adam laughed, at you, as he took a sip from the whiskey Elvis bought him. “I think I have pictures somewhere,”

“Adam, no! Don’t do this to me,” you called out to him in Dutch, laughing as you linked your arm through Elvis’, hiding your face in the softness of his knitted sweater. Elvis frowned as he laughed, meeting Hanna’s eyes from across the table.

“He’s going to emba.. embarrass her,” she spoke in her best English, chuckling as she pointed at Adam who bounced back to the dining table in excitement, sitting back in his place as he looked through the pictures in his hands. You were still hiding, groaning softly.

“This one is my favorite,” Adam giggled in excitement, happy to be teasing you in front of Elvis. Your boyfriend took the picture from him, letting out a loud laugh at the way you were sitting on Santa’s lap, crying your eyes out in fear.

You were about four in the picture.

“Baby, you’re adorable,” Elvis grinned as he wiggled his arm, causing you to raise your head with a flush on your cheeks. He pressed a kiss on your forehead and smiled brightly as he looked back at the picture, his eye catching Santa’s face.

Andreas’ face.

His face was barely recognizable due to the white beard and whole Santa Claus costume, but those eyes… Those eyes.

Full of friendliness, but he didn’t miss the small hint of mischief in them.

Like this person was in on something that nobody else was. Carrying a secret that was not meant to be spilled to anyone.

He immediately thought of The Colonel. Despite the costume, the resemblance was almost uncanny.

“This is your uncle? You never told me about him,” he whispered as he looked at you, Adam and Hanna too occupied with the other pictures as they laughed together.

“Yes, my uncle André. He’s not.. he’s not in my life anymore,” you told him, leaning your cheek against his arm as you took the picture out of his hand, looking at it with a fond smile on your face. His quickened heart slowed down a little as you spoke that name, relieved that it wasn’t the person he thought it was.

It couldn’t be.

“You can talk to me,” he whispered again, leaning his head down a little to plant a small kiss on your temple. You sighed deeply and looked up at him, sitting up straight to lean your chin on his shoulder.

Elvis had done a good job at distracting you from the nasty secret that was in your family. It was the biggest reason why you came to Germany, after all.

But you couldn’t tell him. He had enough worries on his mind, being so far away from home, not knowing if his career would be the same when he’d go back.

He was griefing his mother.

You couldn’t tell him. Maybe some day, but not now.

“I know,” you smiled as you kissed his lips, placing the photo on the table to reach your hand up to his face, pinching his cheek softly. “But it’s not important enough to talk about. I only want to talk about you and me,”

He didn’t pressure you on it, knowing that would get him nowhere with you. He had known you longer than today.

“We can do that,” he grinned as his teeth sunk into his lowerlip. You laughed softly, picking up his glass and handing it to him to wipe that grin off his face.

Adam showed a few more pictures to your boyfriend who was very amused by all of them, sneaking the one where you were crying in his pocket. In all of the pictures that Adam showed, your uncle was dressed up as Santa or not in them at all.

The subject naturally changed and Elvis and Adam fell in conversation as you and Hanna cleaned the table, your cousin too distracted to look for more pictures.

Unbeknownst to you and Elvis, that was a good thing.

“How’s your work going? Adam told me you’ve been a busy bee,” Elvis smiled at you as he sat down on the couch in the living room, shooting you a thankful smile as you handed him a refill of his drink before you sat down next to him.

After cleaning the table, Hanna dragged Adam out of the house to go for a walk, ofcourse not leaving before she gave you a knowing wink.

That girl really was something.

“Oh it’s just wonderful,” you smiled happily as you took a sip of the wine you poured for yourself, placing the glass on the coffee table in front of you. You took the egg shaped table lighter and flicked it on, holding it out to Elvis as he placed a cigar in between his lips while you spoke. “Nellie, my boss, is truly amazing and I’ve learned more from her than the years I’ve been in school. And I actually get paid for this,”

He laughed softly as he took the lighter from you, flicking it back on as you leaned forward to light the cigarette you placed between your lips. The movements between you two were so smooth, as if you hadn’t spend time apart at all.

You were comfortable around him – a feeling you hoped you’d never lose.

“Maybe you can design something for me some day,” he smiled as he put the lighter back down before leaning back in his seat, his arm resting on the back of the couch. You moved closer to him, blowing out some of the smoke in the other direction and away from him.

“Hmm, if you ever decide to wear gowns, I definitely will,”

You laughed together and the sound of it warmed your heart just as much as it did Elvis’.

He could spend hours listening to record after record, but your laugh was his favorite melody in the world.

“How is the industry treating you? You’re well known here but I bet it’s even harder to walk the streets back at home,”

He took a drag from his cigar before placing it on the edge of the ash tray that stood on the table, leaning back again. His hand reached out to your face, caressing a strand of hair behind your ear and repeating the action a few times as it fluttered back in your face every time.

“It’s… crazy, honestly. I never expected this to happen to me and it still feels like I’m dreamin’ most of the time,” he admitted, sighing softly as his eyes met yours. Instinctively, you leaned into his touch as his fingertip absentmindedly traced the features of your face. “It’s nearly impossible to walk the streets without people comin’ up to me and ofcourse I’m grateful, extremely, but it’s.. it’s hard sometimes. Gets lonely,”

You nodded your head slowly, moving your hand over the back of his to take it off your face, placing a kiss in his palm. He smiled at the gesture, twisting his hand around to lace your fingers together.

“Every time something good or exciting happened.. it made me think of you. Wanted to call you up at the end of every day,”

“You could have,” you whispered, squeezing his hand softly. Your eyes caught sight of the cigarette in your hand, forced to lean forward to flick off the ashes in the ash tray. After another small drag of it, you decided to push it out next to his cigar.

“Would you have picked up?”

He was nervous to ask it, but the words spilled out before he could stop them. He would understand if your answer would be no, but it would hurt him just as much.

“Yes,” you said before there was time for him to get in his head about it. You looked at him as you leaned back in your seat, placing a hand on his chest. You let it wander up, fingertips playing with the neck of his sweater. “I would’ve picked up in a heart beat. I never forgot about you, El, and I don’t think I ever will,”

His heart clenched at your words, because hearing you actually say them out loud got him emotional. He never thought he’d see you again, never thought he’d hear you say you loved him and never forgot about him.

It took away all of the doubts that plagued his mind for the past couple of years.

He cupped your face and you immediately leaned in to him, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips met yours. “I love you, baby,” he whispered as he gently pressed his forehead against yours and your eyes slowly opened at his words, looking into the ocean blue ones of his. “I’m gon’ make you my wife and we’ll have little Presley’s runnin’ around, you just wait,”

Your heart leaped in excitement against your ribcage, but the both of you laughed at his words nonetheless. To be his wife and give him babies was all you ever wanted and you did not want to think about how that might sound unrealistic. You had no idea what the future held for you and Elvis, but you’d push reality away for as long as you could.

“You know I love you, but who says they’ll have your name?” you pulled back to raise a teasing eyebrow at him and he threw his head back with a laugh.

As he looked back at you again, you smiled fondly at the smile on his face and the flush of his cheeks. He was far from intoxicated but the few drinks he had tonight had some effect on him. You thought it was cute.

“Fine, fine.. both of our names then,” he grinned, leaning closer to you again to kiss you once more. This time, he didn’t back away to speak anymore. As soon as you felt the presence of his tongue, you parted your lips and ran your hands over his shoulders and around his neck.

He felt broad and firm under your touch and three days weren’t nearly enough to make up for lost time. You could never get enough of him, not back then and not now.

As you pressed your chest against his and deepened the kiss, his arms snuck their way around your waist to lift you onto his lap. Your dress rode up, exposing your panties a little due to the fact you were straddling him and the dress you were wearing was fitted rather than flowy.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into his mouth as his hands slipped down to your exposed thighs, fingertips hooking underneath your panties in only a matter of seconds.

“We c-can’t,” you breathed as you pulled back from the kiss you shared, giggling softly. He ignored you as he took the opportunity to plant open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, tugging at your underwear. “They can come back any second,”

Once again, your words fell on deaf ears and he took things even further by moving his hands back to your hips and pushing you down on the couch.

You were glad Adam and Hanna took Aldo with them for their evening walk, not needing an extra pair of eyes to witness what was about to go down.

Because you could never resist Elvis, so even though you were scared of getting caught, you didn’t stop your boyfriend as he moved onto his knees on the floor. Instead, you kicked your heels off and raised your hips off the couch for a second to give him the space he needed to slip your panties down. He shamelessly shoved them in the pocket of his pants, right on top of the picture of you and Santa Claus he put in there earlier.

“You just can’t wait, can you?” you giggled as you watched him kiss his way up your leg, teeth sinking softly and playfully in your right thigh.

“Wasn’t sure if you were stayin’ over tonight,” he mumbled against your skin with a smirk tugging at his lips, his hands moving up to push your dress further up to your waist. “Are you?” he questioned as you didn’t give a reply to his comment and you looked down at him, laughing softly.

He was trying to sound confident, but you didn’t miss the uncertainty in his eyes.

“I am. Can’t let you wander the streets alone at this hour, it’s dangerous,” you grinned jokingly at him and he rolled his eyes, chuckling softly.

You expected another smart remark from his side, but what you didn’t expect was his tongue licking up your folds, flicking at your clit teasingly. Just once.

Okay, you half expected it to come, but you figured he’d at least give you a warning. Work his way up to it a little more, kiss his way around it before he’d dive straight in.

You weren’t complaining, though. You would be a fool to.

He smiled confidently to himself, placing his flat hands against the insides of your thighs to spread your legs further. He licked his lips at the sight of your pussy right in front of him, arousal glistening in the dim lighting.

He could see it. He could smell it. And God, it was driving him absolutely insane.

He knew you’d keep your legs spread willingly, so he moved one of his hands to spread your lips apart, blowing teasingly on your clit.

“Elvis, p-please,” you whimpered as your hips shocked a little at the feeling, looking down at him as you raised yourself on your elbows. “We don’t have time for this,”

“But it’s so pretty,” he smiled as he bit his lip, his eyes never leaving the delicious sight in front of him. “Could look at it for hours,” he whispered as he caressed two fingers down your folds, collecting your arousal on the digits before he suddenly pushed both of them inside of you. He knew you could take it, especially with the way he has had you for the past three days.

And how many times he had you.

The gasp that left your mouth quickly shifted into a moan as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on it softly. He didn’t stay in the position for very long, lifting his head to lick your arousal off his lips as his eyes met yours. “Taste even better,”

“Oh my God, please stop talking,” you laughed as you placed your hand on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair to push him back against you. The chuckle that left his throat vibrated against your skin, but he gave you what you wanted this time – his fingers moving at a slow pace, not matching the movements of his tongue as he was hungrily lapping up your juices, switching between sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue against it.

It didn’t take you long to become a moaning mess and the fear of your cousin and his wife walking in on you was nowhere on your mind anymore. All you could think about and focus on was Elvis’ mouth engulfing half of your pussy, fingertips curling up every time he was buried knuckle deep inside of you. The moans and grunts from his side only got you turned on even more, debating whether you wanted him to make you cum like this or have a quick fuck on your cousin’s couch.

You wanted all of him, all of the time. And how could you ever get the visual of him looking up at you as his tongue was firmly and quickly flicking against your clit out of your head?

You were definitely going to think about this during the nights you’d have to spend alone.

Elvis’ eyes rolled in the back of his head as he flattened his tongue against your folds, shaking his head side to side slowly. Your hands were gripping onto the couch, trying not to tear the fabric apart with your nails as the sight of him made you want to act out.

Or rather, whore out.

“Fuck, E-El.. yes.. yes, fuck!”

You were blabbering, moans and words that didn’t make any sense rolling off your tongue like a mantra. Your hips were rolling along to his rhythm, bucking up into his face. You tried so hard to keep your body still, not wanting to make things harder for him, but he didn’t mind at all.

He ate you out before and while he had always been good at it and liked doing so, he was determined tonight. He moved along with you every time as you thrusted upwards, his mouth glued to your pussy.

He was addicted. Addicted to you and your taste.

“Feel good, huh?” he mumbled against you, tongue laced with cockiness as it was still lapping up your essence. He didn’t want to pull away, not ready to miss tasting you yet.

Your arms felt numb with the way your elbows were pressing in the couch but you didn’t allow yourself to lay down and be more comfortable. You couldn’t look away from him – he was so pretty wearing that high collar knitted sweater, cheeks flushed, eyes hazed with his own arousal and yours glistening on the tip of his nose and nearly half of his lower face.

“Yes, baby, f-feels so g-good,” you moaned, knowing he liked it when you used your words. He was amazing to you, the best you ever had, but he wanted validation and you were more than happy to provide him with it. “M-more, I want m-more,”

You didn’t have to ask him twice and with the way you felt so eager and turned on, he didn’t feel the need to ask for an extra confirmation of your words, arousal clouding his own mind as he added another finger. You immediately clenched around him, eyes squeezing shut out of your control as he moved them in and out of you at a quick and steady pace.

His tongue was relentlessly assaulting your clit and you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. The hand that you had moved away from his head found its way to his hair again and your eyes shot open to look at him, the high pitched moan that left your throat turning into a soundless gasp.

You didn’t need to tell him you were reaching your climax because he felt it in the way you were clenching around his fingers and how the movements of your hips were getting more frantic. He placed a strong arm on your lower abdomen, trapping you against the couch as he watched your face contort into pure pleasure as you came undone on his fingers.

For the first time, you let yourself fall back on the couch as your hips stuttered against his face, toes curling tightly. Your arms were tingling from your previous position but you weren’t bothered by it for one second and when Elvis pulled away from you, you pressed your shaking thighs together.

“Shit, El,” you whispered breathlessly as you laughed softly, looking at him as he hovered above you, big hands placed on either side of your head. You gently cupped his face and giggled, sex dazed eyes looking up at him. “That was so nice,”

“Only nice?” he grinned as he leaned down to kiss your lips, your hands moving hold him down by his sweater.

“No, it was amazing,” you hummed, softly sucking his tongue into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it only made you more needy for him, trapping him in your embrace as you wrapped your legs around him. He groaned softly, rolling his hips into yours.

Through the fabric of his pants, you could feel how hard he was.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” he breathed in your mouth as he pressed his forehead against you, rubbing up against you without caring about the possible stains you could leave behind on his pants. He was creating friction right onto your clit and you moaned softly, hooking your ankles together behind his back.

Your hands moved down in between your bodies, ready to undo his pants and get his cock out so you could both get what you wanted, but your movements froze as you heard the front door opening and closing.

Hanna wasn’t an idiot and coughed loudly on purpose, announcing their arrival in case you hadn’t hear the door.

Elvis was off of you in a second, both your and his hands frantically pulling your dress down before you took the position you were in on the couch before he gave you a mindblowing orgasm. You quickly handed him his cigar and the lighter, swinging your legs over his lap to hide the bulge he was sporting.

You smoothed out your hair to the best of your abilities, keeping your thighs pressed firmly together since you weren’t wearing any panties. Elvis lit his cigar and slipped his other hand in yours, resting it in your lap as the both of you looked at Adam and Hanna who walked in.

You weren’t sure if the feigned innocent smiles that you and Elvis plastered on your face actually fooled them, but if they knew something happened, they didn’t comment on it.

Adam disappeared into the kitchen to get some drinks as Hanna turned on some music, sitting down on the other couch.

Unintentionally, her eyes caught sight of the red lace panties that hung out of Elvis’ pocket. She widened her eyes, clearing her throat when Adam walked back in and started talking to you about something in Dutch. As Elvis looked at the blonde, she nodded her head to his pocket and when he looked down to see what the hell she was going on about, his face turned the same shade as your panties.

His bit down on his cigar, shoving his hand into his pocket to push your panties deeper in it as well. Hanna giggled softly behind her hand as she took the drink Adam handed to her.

“What’s so funny?” your cousin chuckled, your attention drawn to Hanna now too. You looked at Elvis as he laughed softly, taking the cigar out of his mouth, acting casual.

You looked between the two and raised your eyebrows, smiling.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” she grinned before she sipped from her drink, looking at you as she leaned into Adam’s side when he sat down next to her.

“Red goes well with that dress,”

You widened your eyes at her, immediately realising what she was hinting at and now it was your turn to blush. Elvis nearly choked on his cigar at her words and Adam just frowned, laughing as he nudged his wife’s arm, wanting in on the joke.

You were going to kill this girl.

Elvis leaned closer to you, pecking your lips.

“She’s right,” he whispered with a small grin on his face, cigar hanging in between his fingertips as his hand rested on your legs.

“Red is my favorite color on you,”

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iamsherlocked1479 · 9 months

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A Strange feelng: Prolouge

Descrption: the proluge to a new series im starting! the reader (Emma) joinedthe sourcers when her life crumbled after the blip. She thought she had lost everything until she met him, Doctor Stephen Strange and now my friends she has a strange feelng that everything is going to be better. hopefully he feels the same way.

You don’t know what you’re doing here, you’re supposed to be studying the history of kamar taj yet you find yourself staring at an open portal to the new york sanctum, his sanctum. His words filtered through your head ‘whatever you need I’ll try and get it for you’ you hope that offer extended to emotional support. Someone to tell you you were being stupid and not to quit something just because it’s getting hard. Just like Jasmine had always reminded you. But she wasn’t here anymore, she was gone and so was mum. And that's why you’re here ignoring the way your heart is pounding out your chest, and how you’re sure the bottle of bourbon you have clutched in your hand will break. But you take a step forward, you made it the difficult bit. Now all you have to do is seek emotional comfort from the sourcer whom everyone but you and Wong believes is detached from the rest of the world, gripping what little control he had left of his life, just like you.

The new york sanctum was different from the others, it felt inviting in its own way if you ignore the crumbling ceilings and rickety staircases it was somewhat humble, it felt like a shield for the planet. You heaved yourself up the multiple staircases to the room you knew he’d be sat in. It was raining outside, the soft rumble of thunder humming in the distance not quite becoming a storm but far from calm. You saw his silhouette outlined from the dim light in the window slouched slightly in the chair, the clinking of the ice in his already poured drink being the only sound besides the thunder.

“You shouldn’t sit in the dark, it's bad for your eyes. As a doctor I figured you’d know this.” Your voice started him a little as he turned around.

“Emma,What are you doing here?” He says in a mildly irritated sound.

“I’m sorry you just said if i ever needed anything and i- I brought bourbon.” You tilt up the bottle and his face lightens up a bit

“Is that the good stuff you hide in your room?” He watches as you nod and flicks his finger illuminating the room with candles that had been placed around the room. You then somehow as if by magic end up next to him, his arm chair becoming a sofa big enough for the both of you to sit at a comfortable distance. “So? How can I be of assistance to you?” He says refilling his glass and filling yours.

“I don’t know really, i just got sick of being alone i guess and you’re the only person i can stand being around lately, other than wong but the sorcerer supreme has higher duties than listening to my blabbering mouth.” You take a drink from your glass wincing slightly, it was stronger than you thought.

“And how did you know I'd be awake? It is 3:25 am.” He laughed

“Because you come across as a pretty sleep deprived doctor I must say.”

“Well takes one to know one, really whats wrong?” He moves his arm to rest on the couch cushion his fingers just slightly away from your hair. You pretend to ignore the way his robes tense around his surprisingly muscular arms.

“Its been 8 months, today i mean, since the blip. Which means to me its eight months since i lost her and i just struggle seeing what all of this is.”

“This?” He tilts his head

“Me sat here in these less fashionable robes with Doctor Strange, the wizard who helped save the universe. And me, a vet tech who got let go from her job due to a purple space guy and is now learning how to teleport. It doesn’t make sense.” You choke on the last few words you didn’t want to cry in front of him.

“You really think, I understand all this? I go to bed everyday with a floating cloak at the end of my bed after spending the whole day making sure our reality is correct. But i do it because its what I believe is my purpose.” He stops for a minute watching as a lone tear falls from your eye “you didn’t come here to fix everything, you knew you couldn’t change what happened, and you stayed because you thought you could find your purpose. Don’t give that up.” He looks away at the rain pattering against the domed window. “I had lost everything when I came, I came to fix my hands, but I was taught something, this cost me alot but life is full of sacrifices. Don’t give up because things aren’t always in a straight line.” He turned to you, his eye’s glistening as if he was tearing up.

Those words, they were the same as what jasmine told you, and they were both right, she never gave up, so why should you.

“You know my sister used to tell me that.” You laugh, wiping your eyes.

“From what I hear she sounds like a good person.” His hands graze the loose strands of your hair, he stops when you notice but then finds his hand in your hair again when you don’t object.

“She was great, really. I sometimes struggled to understand how she managed everything. She was the one who told mum to get treatment, even recommend some of your research. The handsome guy with the salt and pepper hair my mum would say.” You blush slightly at the last sentence and are then struck with a mild amount of boldness “personally I’d agree.”

“Well at least we established i'm handsome tonight.” He took a smug drink from his glass

“So why were you up?” You ask

“It's not important.” He shakes his head

“C’mone I won’t tell anyone you have feelings.” You nudge him slightly.

“Fine, well i’ve had something on my mind recently. But im not quite sure how to approach it.” His arm moves from your head to his kneck, he looked nervous.

“Well maybe i can help?” You prop yourself up slightly like a teenager listening to the latest gossip.

“Well I don’t know it's sort of a big thing.” He laughs “there's someone i cant get out of my head and i was wondering if she feels the same but im not sure how to approach the situation.” He looks away again playing with the rim of his glass. Your chest tightens a little at the words of him liking a girl, but at the end of the day it was just a crush and you had to swallow your pride and deal with it.

“Well show her how you feel, its not always the best to wait on theses things.” You pretend to smile pretending like this wasn’t bothering you.

“You really think I should go for it?” He turned to you, with one brow raised and a sheepish grin on his face.

“What's the worst that could happen?” You nod and shuffle slight as you swirl your drink, he cleared his throat and put his drink of the coffee table. You looked at him for a moment and could almost be sure he was looking at your lips. He began to lean in closer, pressing his lips against yours. You weren't expecting it, so you didn’t kiss him back, but you didn’t pull away. Eventually he pulled away with a blush.

“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me-“

“No no- i just, i just want to test something.” You grabbed his face between your hands and kissed him back, this time he didn’t hesitate he locked you bodies together holding you close allowing his tongue to dance with yours for a moment. You eventually parted allowing yourselves to take a breath

“Huh, how was it?” He asked wiping his mouth

“Pretty good, can I just get a second opinion?” You ask and he nodded, pulling you in again to repeat the process. “Yeah well i have to say, pretty successful move, she liked it.” You blush eventually pulling apart.

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A/N: this si just a prolouge so is very subject to change, I really like doing the reader pov with a character i can mould myself a little this is because im not a huge fan of y/n feel like it doesn't give me the freedom to write and develop my characters. And in regards to Thats not how i'd do it, i will be alternating between chapters when i cannot think of something fo the other so hopefully this allows me to become more active. I'm really excited to see where this goes and hope you are too! <3

#benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x female!reader #dr strange x you #dr strange x reader #dr strange smut #dr stephen strange #doctor strange #doctor strange x female reader #marvel fanfic rec #marvel #doctor strange sorcerer supreme

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Could you do obey me with riddle like mc

You have a strong commitment to maintaining order amomg your peers. You made it your duty to uphold hundreds of rules, no matter how strange or insignificant they are. You could be strict and intimidating by the people around you because of this.

You unfortunately have the tendency to lash out at someone who disagree with your way of thinking, as you consider your values to be right no matter what. But you seemes to find a way to compromise now, instead of instantly punishing rule breakers.

a/n: hello I haven't been updating or even answering any asks and i am very sorry💀i may or may not forgot i wrote here so I'll try to make it up to my bbg /j and my tumblr family

btw why cant i space in tumblr anymore my god this looks so messy

Lucifer:

you're officially the second in command in the house of lamentation

its usually who screams the loudest who will be in command that day

you're strict, he's strict

you gave scary punishment, lucifer gave scary punishment

no one dared to cross either of u in the devildom

its straight up one man for themselves once they saw the both of u

if y'all ever got into a fight, all of the brothers find a spot to hide

whether it be behind the couch, inside the oven, on the ceiling, they WILL save themselves first

because you both are SCARY when the other disagrees with the other

which, thankfully does not happen a lot bc yall have the same mindset sometimes💀

but when the fight did happen??? oh devildom someone save the wall it have a whole hole

even cerberus is in fear😰/j

but overall?? a powerful duo💪 both gave people enough reason to fear them

tho lucifer is kind of upset with u sometimes

not bc you're bad, no no

its because you're ACTUALLY rivalling him🤨😔he cant have someone being better than him yknow? his pride won't allow that

like you're smart and got 90+ on all ur exam papers???

suddenly lucifer is putting extra effort into his studies even tho he's smart enough

you're diligent and hardworking and always got praised by diavolo himSELF????

uh oh why is his work hours increasing😰😰

someone stop him before he marry his own desk

Mammon:

always got collared by you

well at least it's not lucifer punishing him this time😰

ur punishment is less scarier than lucifer's

still scary anyway

he usually dropped to the floor and sobbed whenever he got collared

not literally ofc

but then walked off to the casino a few minutes after like nothing happened with the collar on his neck

everyone in the casino that day: 🤨what kinky shit u doing⁉️

mammon: it's nOT-

hides his grades from u bc u absolutely will not tolerate any fails

failed miserably just like his grades

u knocked on his door and enter his room the next day with a thickass book

hes lowkey scared you're abt to knowledge whack him

until u tell him u personally read through every single book u can find that might help him and shorten them as best as you can into a book

and told him to memoriza everything inside

he cried

bc of two things

one OMG YOU'RE DOING THIS FOR HIM?$!$????? U READ THROUGH SO MANY BOOKS FOR HIM?$!$??? HES SOBBING AND CRYING AND WAILING AND-

two HOW THE HELL IS HE SUPPOSED TO MEMORIZE ALL THAT

he did try at least

well a lil

sometimes he just gave up and go do his things again before he got caught by u

Leviathan:

his grades lowkey improved tho pls be proud of him🥹😂

well u did encouraged him a little after that☺🙏‼️and with an almost whack of knowledge!!

got into ur hellish (literally) lessons on why he shouldn't stay in his room too much and avoid socializing

he is now sobbing

he doesn't really care bc he can do whatever he wants!!

he said that in a whisper yell voice so u can't really hear him

which leads him to another lesson on how and why he should speak up LMAO💀

he's on edge but he's trying not to piss u off so he just listens through everything

don't wanna be like a certain someone now right

COUGH COUGH mammon COUGH COUGH

lucifer is snickering at him btw

lucifer is leaning on his doorway and is watching everything

honestly he mostly avoids being in ur line of sight so u wouldn't mind him and hopefully and not hopefully forgot abt him!!^^

pls don't forget abt him he'll be sad but pls forget abt him so he'll be able to escape ur ways

as u can see, he is pretty conflicted

on one hand he loves those times you're more relaxed and is more willing to spend time and do the things he likes

but whenever its weekdays, my god😥

see its so bad he said god

HELP IMAGINE AT LIKE 4:30AM

you who just woke up seeing levi: good morning, its rare to see one of u up so early in the morning for school levi, who was about to go to sleep: uh-

Satan:

frowning and stomping his feet when he first saw u bc why are u kind of like lucifer??!!@@!?!!?

one is enough, he doesn't need another one😡

kind of tolerates u

u can understand why he avoids u a lil but u did try to make an effort for him to warm up to u bc yall live in the same building

went from "FUCK THIS LUCIFER WANNABE🙄🤬"

to "i still hate this person but only I get to hate on them"

its a love hate relationship

he loves having small debates with u

got mad when he loses and u have that smug look on ur face tho

same goes for the other way around

he may or may not have shared his fav books with u

u would find the time to read it even with how busy u are

bc it looks interesting + youre glad hes warming up to u a lil!!

idk what to write sorry yall

i havent been playing obey me for a while forgive this poor soul i can be a good discord kitten /JOKE

Asmodeus:

gushes about u so much

you're scary? too bad, not in his eyes!

insists on dressing u up every single day bc you're just too cute in his eyes that he can't resist

Beelzebub:

you're fine with him doing that as long as its not too flashy and is neat

you're not all that into fashion so u always just go to him for advice if theres anything u need help with

he have shiny eyes

he was also clutching his chest from the overwhelming happiness

one time he tried to gossip with u and u go "no, that is wrong"

he goes "😕🙄anyways so-"

he continued the gossip btw

u listened to him anyway bc its not like u can stop him💀

plus hes calling u boring bc of that so u just 🧍🏻‍♀️

if someone ever gave him a strawberry tart while hes on a diet, he'll just pass it to u

bc he said ur sparkly eyes🥺are totes adorbs he could not hold posting u on social media<3!!

pls don't cry bc of that part

doesn't care as long as u don't hurt nobody

Belphegor:

u kind of tiny tho🤔or maybe he's just too tall

prolly mentioned it once and it got u going tomatoes

learned his lesson from that day onwards to never mention anything about your height

its ok u lowkey forgot abt it!!

/j u made remarks abt it here and there☺🙏‼️ofc not everyday, just when youre feeling a tiny weeny bitzy petty

beel is very helpful about everything tho!

u need help with that book that someone deliberately put up so high for the laughs? he got u

its like those kdramas moment

"is this what u wanted?" hands touched, shiny screen, flowers everywhere, slowmo, music playing

as thanks u helped him with his workout

which is literally him doing pushups with u on his back reading a book

sometimes u join him on those workouts bc u need a balance between studies and sports‼️

beel tried his best to uh😅lay down a bit for ur sake😅

like sure he can do 100586496 pushups but that doesn't mean u can and hes honestly worried abt u pushing urself💀

speaking of pushing urself, if he ever saw u so busy with ur studies and the shenanigans around devildom, he'll give u a half-eaten strawberry tart

he tried not to eat it on the way but no promises yknow😚☺

u thanked him for it anyway KSKAKSNS

look at this tiny chihuahua on the other side of the bars im in😂😂😂

he said that to himself

bc he knows he would ruin his chances of having u pull him outta the ceilint???? wtf was he in again????? if u heard that

OH RIGHT ATTIC I HOPE THATS HOW U SPELL IT

how he even got u to go up there when you follow the rules so much?$!$??? idk but he do him ig

HELP IMAGINE HIS PLAN FAILED FROM THE START THAT'LL BE EMBARRASSING

"mind ur own business and never go up there" "oh ok my bad"

and then the end he never got out

its ok i'd like to ignore that possibility and make u go up for plot reasons

i have no plots actually im just telling u to go up there

honestly i dont think he'll be able to kill u??????5"5???

because like

imagine trying to hug the homie to death and bro just pulled out a book worth of hundreds of rules and flipped to page where it said no touching before marriage💀

could probably whack him with that same book if he tried anything too so!!☺

im giving how to escape belphegor's death hug tips

plus you're a mage(?)!!!😂🙏‼️you'll survive!!

after all that shenanigans you absolutely does not approve of how he live his life

why are u sleeping on the floor!?!?!!!??? GRT UP

STOP SLEEPING IN CLASS🤬

belphie after he have to deal with both u and Lucifer:

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #oh god there's so many obey me tags #wait pls don't disappear bc i said god #lol imagine the demons burning bc i mentioned god

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