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bosspigeon · 2 years
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i made So Much Soup bc friends were coming tonight, and i was already planning pulled pork, but another friend decided to come too, and this friend has a lot of allergies, so i made sure to make something he could eat, but i wound up making a ton of it, and my other friends tried the soup and also liked it a lot so i filled two big containers with soup and sent them home with it and now i have no more soup and i think that's what love is
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tinfairies · 2 years
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Hello! hope you are well (english is not my first language) could you do a fic, where the reader first doesn't like the way aemond looks? like the other ladies of the court, he begins to cover his eyes so as not to scare them away, something like the beauty and the beast
Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader Pt. I
Pt. II
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"He only has one eye, so don't stare." the Septa said to the Lady. She had arrived in King's Landing just hours before, to be a handmaid to Princess Helaena. "What happened to him?" the Lady asked, "That's none of your business, and it would be rude to ask." the Septa said sharply. The lady was led to the great hall. She was introduced to Helaena and Queen Alicent, she immediately hit it off with the princess. They would be fast friends indeed.
Soon the large double doors swung open, a man with short silver hair sauntered in; He seemed drunk. The man that followed him made her gasp, a long jagged scar ran across his left eye. In its place was a bright sapphire jewel, glittering in the sunlight coming in through the windows. The man who she now assumed was Prince Aemond had heard her small gasp, and turned his head as if to hide it.
The Lady had settled in to her new position as handmaid, Helaena was grateful to have someone indulge in her interests with. The Lady soon got to know her family as well, the king, Viserys, was as absent as a father could be. The queen Alicent was paranoid and always watching over her shoulder, although she at least spent some time with her children. Aegon was a drunken, perverted twat. He had made a few remarks, and a few moves on her, although he quickly stopped after a few day. Perhaps he got bored of her. As for Aemond, she never saw much of him, and when she did she didn't dare look him in the face. He always seemed angry, she couldn't ever pinpoint why. This made her afraid of him, she always walked on eggshells in his presence.
Months had passed she heard much gossip around the Keep. Many other ladies regarded Aemond as ugly, and undesirable. They would always say how he would never find a wife, his face was too unfortunate. The Lady thought their words were harsh, yes he had an awful scar and one eye but isn't love about emotion and personality instead of looks. Though, what Lord would marry his daughter to someone that looks like that.
One morning during tea with Helaena, Aemond had had come to the garden to relay a message to his sister. The Lady noticed and new leather patch now covered his eye, hiding the worst of the scar. That was the first time she had looked in his face, she had lived so close to him for months and for the first time she was seeing him. She noticed the fine lines of his face, the curve of his jaw, the color of his real eye. A beautiful shade of blue, she had never noticed before; how could she? Aemond finally looked away from his sister, catching the lady staring. He seemed shocked at first, and then angry. He whipped around and quickly left. "I am sorry my lady but my mother wishes to see me." Helaena brought the Lady's attention back to her. "Oh its no problem really, I will see you soon." she kissed the princesses cheek and let her leave.
The Lady wandered the halls as she waited for her princess. She soon came to a door that was slightly ajar, curiosity took her over as she peaked in. She saw Aemond and Aegon deep in conversation, she stayed by the wall beside the door. She didn't mean to eavesdrop, she just wondered what the two princes could possibly discuss.
"She thinks your ugly, all the women do." Aegon said flatly, Aemond scoffed. "You don't know the way she looked at me. I think the patch is working. Women actually look at my face now."
"Yeah but even when you marry you'd never be able to take that thing off, you really think a woman would let you fuck her without it?" Aegon was always cruel to his siblings, everyone around him really. It didn't shock the lady to hear him speaking to his brother that way. She thought it was unfair to say something like that though, if she were to fall in love with him she would certainly be willing to bed him. She froze in her thoughts, realizing what had crossed her mind.
No, she couldn't love him right?
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chdarling · 4 months
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Hi hello, Joyeux Noël, Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad etc! As a Christmas present to me personally this year I would like you all to sign this super casual but legally binding pact that says we will all simply ignore any fluctuations in the TLE2 chapter count that may or may not occur in coming weeks and, in the event that someone DOES point out that perhaps the chapter count is slightly different than it was a few days ago, we all collectively agree to gaslight the fuck out of this hypothetical person. With love in our hearts, of course. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
Like so: what are u talking about tle2 has always had 74 chapters it’s fine it’s normal go home anon you’re drunk etc
(TLE2 will NOT have 74 chapters)
(Probably)
(BUT IF IT DOES WE NEVER SPEAK OF IT OKAY?!?!)
(I love you)
p.s. by reading this far you have agreed to and are legally bound to the pact. THANKS!!!!
p.p.s. I am not a lawyer
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stinkyme · 1 year
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HELLO STINKY! can i make a request for chuuya x reader where dazai realises chuuya has feelings for reader and tries (in his own teasing way) to get them together? maybe they're in the port mafia still but already+18 if thats okay
Hello! Of course you can and I apologize for the wait! I hope you like and enjoy this and that I did it justice! :) <3
** This is a setting where Dazai and Chuuya are both 18, let's pretend Dazai still stayed in Port Mafia :D
CW/TW: SFW, GN!reader, PM!Chuuya, PM!Dazai, PM!reader, reader has crush on Chuuya, Chuuya has a crush on reader, Dazai being a tease, drinking, accidental drunk confession by Chuuya, cursing, bickering between Chuuya and Dazai, fluff (not making out with Chuuya since he is drunk, yk), if I forgot anything please let me know! :)
I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)
Expert wingman || Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, x Reader
Three of you have been working together for a few years now, always having each other's back and knowing each other better than anyone else. You always thought highly of both of them, keeping them closer than anybody else, perhaps keeping Chuuya slightly closer. Therefore, due to your close familiarity with each other, it didn't take too long for Dazai to figure out that Chuuya has a crush on you. It also didn't take him long enough to start pulling the strings in order to get two of you together. 
You went on a very important and hard mission together, Chuuya's usage of corruption was the key moment in order for this mission to end well. You were able to take care of Chuuya in the last second as you used your ability to teleport a heavy weapon to Dazai who was surrounded by few men and women and simultaneously helping him to take care of them from your side therefore allowing Dazai to use his ability on Chuuya who was getting out of hand. Therefore, thankfully it all went as planned thanks to you, besides a few scratches that Chuuya suffered. 
The three of you were exiting the building, slightly worn out but overall good. It was even peaceful until Dazai saw this as a perfect opportunity to start his little plan.
"Chuuya! You were so lucky, your partner-" he emphasized the words as he spoke teasingly.
"saved you! How adorable!" he was speaking in an excited, high pitched tone as you raised your eyebrow at him.
"Well, I would do the same-" you were about to answer when Chuuya's sharp tone cut you off.
"Shut up! They had to save your ass too, you know?" he was yelling at Dazai whose only answers were a sly smirk followed by a light chuckle.
"Ah! I forgot! Chuuya hurt his hand! Do you need Y/N or me to kiss it in order to feel better, Chuuya? I assume you would prefer them much more but-" Dazai trailed off, teasing in a loud tone as the three of you were walking away from the building, Chuuya's sharp tone cutting him off.
"Hey! Shut up you scum! I am doing fine!" he was yelling at Dazai as his body started tensing up, ready to fight him right there.
"Now, now, let's behave like adults here." you were calming down the situation through soft giggles.
"Are you sure you are okay, Chuuya? If you need something, please tell us." you continued in a gentle tone, turning your body towards Chuuya. He suddenly snapped out of his urge to beat up Dazai, answering you calmly, in his usual, raspy tone.
"Oh no, I am really okay. Thanks tho." he muttered out the last part of his sentence as he put his hands inside the pockets of his pants. Dazai's gaze kept observing both of you, deep amusement sparkling out of his brown eyes.
"Of course! Do you guys-" you were about to ask them a question but Dazai cut you off.
"Aww, aren't they really caring towards you, Chuuya? You seem to be blushing!" a loud gasp escaped Dazai's lungs as he was saying the last sentence. Your eyebrows arched in confusion as you were looking at Chuuya, trying to find blush on his cheeks.
"If you don't shut up, I will break your neck right here!" Chuuya was yelling out again, making your lips form a firm line as you closed your eyes, trying not to get in the middle.
"Oh? Do you think Y/N would appreciate you hurting their best friend?" Dazai kept teasing as he suddenly stopped his movement, his hands grabbing your shoulders as he hid behind you, making you stop your movement as well as Chuuya stood in front of you, frowning.
"You fucking coward! Let go of them and let me beat your ass properly!" Chuuya was still yelling, making you wonder how he even had his voice at this point but your thought got interrupted by Dazai's cunning tone.
"Hm..maybe you are just jealous they like me more than you, heh." he let out a sly chuckle, almost whispering his sentence out, making Chuuya even more irritated.
"That's it! Y/N move if you don't want to get hurt." Chuuya ordered you and you tried to move but Dazai's hands kept you in one place.
"Hey! I don't want any of this, don't use me as a shield!" you were yelling at Dazai as you elbowed his ribs, making him let go of you in slight pain.
"Ouch! Y/N! You were supposed to be on my side here." Dazai was faking a feeling of betrayal with his voice as Chuuya's figure suddenly flashed in front of your eyes, his speed as admirable as always. He made a fist as his arm went back, ready to land a punch on Dazai.
"Not today." Dazai whispered out in an amused tone as he dodged Chuuya's punch. Chuuya landed on his feet as you kept watching them, gradually getting more annoyed and confused at their childishness.
"Even though, I must notice..you probably enjoy them siding with you Chuuya, don't you?" Dazai continued teasing as if nothing happened, his voice silky and challenging. He enjoyed pushing Chuuya's buttons and this was just a perfect situation, even though he genuinely wished nothing but the best for the two of you.
"If you-" Chuuya started his sentence in a threatening tone, your sharp one suddenly interrupting.
"If two of you don't shut up this second and start walking, I swear I will-" you were saying, tone changing mid-sentence in a more irritated one.
"Oh-oh...Chuuya, I think you got Y/N angry...you should apologize for your manners or they will start hating you and that's the last thing you want, isn't it?" Dazai put an emphasis on crucial words, further teasing Chuuya who was frowning as his jaw muscles started tensing up.
"Ugh. I am leaving, do as you please." you said in a disinterested tone, not even trying to figure their behavior out as a huge sigh left your lips. You started walking as two of them stood in the same place.
"See what you did, you idiot?" Chuuya was scolding Dazai in a quieter tone as your figure kept becoming smaller for the two of them.
"Hm...I think they will be okay!" Dazai exclaimed happily, making Chuuya frown, deep lines covering his forehead.
"I appear to just know what will make all of us feel better." he was giggling out but his eyes were firm and confident. Dazai took the phone out of his pocket, dialing your number.
Your phone started buzzing and as you saw Dazai's name, you took a deep breath in before answering.
"What do you want, Dazai?" you asked him in a bored tone as you kept walking.
"Y/N! How do you feel about going out tonight?" he asked you playfully, what you didn't see however was Chuuya trying to grab his phone out of his hand as Dazai kept his mouth closed with his free hand. 
"Hm…" you let out a sound of sparkled interest, lifting your head up as you were thinking.
"Sure! However, you are paying after all this mess." you said in a playful tone making Dazai chuckle.
"Alright, I will let Chuuya know!" he answered quickly and hung up, pushing Chuuya away from him.
"There you have it. Make sure to look at least a bit appealing tonight Chuuya~" he prolonged Chuuya's name, tone as teasing as it could get.
"Why would I-" Chuuya was about to ask him a question as Dazai cut him off.
"I am an expert wingman." Dazai winked at Chuuya, voice convincing and sly. He was moving away from Chuuya, taking a different route and leaving him completely dumbfounded.
"Also, Y/N said that you are paying tonight!" Dazai was yelling out, not facing Chuuya as he was waving to him. Chuuya scoffed, feeling slightly nervous. He knew Dazai was easy to catch up on things but he was insecure how everything would play out if he kept this up. Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to think about it so he was just trying to focus on the fact he will be able to drink tonight and be in your company. You were arriving home as you were rethinking the whole situation and couldn't really make sense out of it. On the one hand - yes, Chuuya was treating you differently than Dazai but that couldn't possibly mean anything, right? You were thinking how you probably got your hopes way too high, especially when you would think about all the moments where Chuuya was behaving weirdly around you, it didn't click to you at all. So you decided to simply try and have as much fun as possible tonight, leaving the overthinking for some other time.
Three of you met up, you were wearing your favorite clothes that were fitting you perfectly. Chuuya was dressed in his usual style, as handsome and put together as always, meanwhile Dazai was more casual, looking pretty nice.
"You won't pay them a compliment, Chuuya?" Dazai already began to tease as you smiled, trying to ease up the tension that immediately started rising.
"Please stop being childish and stop those games. It's important that we have fun tonight, right?" you asked in an upbeat tone as three of you got inside a cab.
"I am having lots of fun, actually." Dazai said, faking an offended tone making you roll your eyes.
"That's only you then, scum." Chuuya muttered out, making you click your tongue.
"Will you two stop?" you asked in an irritated tone as you trailled off, apologizing to the driver, politely telling them your location.
"Fine. Don't blame me when someone else catches their-" Dazai kept teasing, making you roll your eyes even though you didn't even pay attention to what he said.
"Listen to me you little-'' Chuuya screamed out as he was quick to catch up on Dazai's insinuation.
"One more word and I will drop you right here." the driver sharply butted in, making three of you suddenly look at him, dumbfounded.
"Excuse us, sir." you apologized politely, slight shame washing over you. The three of you were silent for a while when suddenly Chuuya whispered out his words.
"You do look lovely, by the way." he said, slightly ashamed from Dazai's words actually getting to him as a soft smile appeared on your face.
"You look lovely as well, now shhh." you shushed him playfully, placing your index finger over your lips.
"Oh? What are the two of you whispering about?" Dazai included himself in a conversation, voice more quiet than before.
"Oh my god! Chuuya, did you finally tell them that-" Dazai was about to heat up the situation when the cab driver suddenly hit the brakes, your bodies almost hitting the front seats.
"You arrived." he exclaimed sharply and Chuuya quickly paid as the three of you were practically fighting over who would get out first. You waved goodbye to the driver as he took off at a huge speed, leaving you slightly embarrassed.
"What an asshole." Chuuya exclaimed through a scoff as the three of you started walking towards the bar. You walked in, loud music immediately filling up your ears, thankfully it was your favorite so euphoric feeling filled up your chest. 
"Y/N this is your favorite song, right?" Chuuya asked you gently, making you slightly surprised as you nodded at him.
"How adorable! Oh, how romantic!" Dazai exclaimed theatrically as he went to the bartender, ordering your drinks. 
Night was going pretty good, three of you were gossiping, laughing, joking around and making fun of some people at the bar as well as your private life. Chuuya was quick to get drunk as always, Dazai was mostly chilling just like you. Dazai kept observing Chuuya who was ordering drink after drink, obviously not aware of his own limit but he enjoyed it since it played to his benefit. 
"What did you say Chuuya? You said Y/N smells really nice?!" Dazai asked loudly, a loud gasp of surprise escaping his lungs, making you focus on him. 
"Huh?! I did not say that you asshole!" Chuuya was blurting out, his voice incoherent and annoyed.
"So you are saying they...stink? You know what they say Y/N, drunk words are sober thoughts." Dazai kept putting words inside Chuuya's mouth making Chuuya look at him sharply as you got prepared for them to fight right there.
"No! I...ugh." Chuuya lost the train of thought and desire to fight him as his thoughts became scattered.
"Hm..I think Chuuya could use some help Y/N, he got too drunk." Dazai exclaimed in a soft tone, leaving the table as well as leaving you alone with Chuuya.
"Dazai!" you yelled out, completely confused at his behavior. 
"I have something to deal with, later!" he did the same thing to you as he did to Chuuya earlier, not facing you but waving his fingers in the air. You scoffed at him as you came up to Chuuya.
"You wanna go home?" you asked him softly and Chuuya nodded, eager to leave the bar. You took the phone out of your pocket, calling Dazai's number.
"Fuck..Dazai, where are you?" you were yelling trying to out loud the music that was playing.
"If you want to go home, go. I think I will have a place to stay for tonight." Dazai answered you equally loud as you saw him flirting with some girl, his arm over her shoulders. 
"Oh god, fine. Just be safe!" you yelled out as you started walking with Chuuya, getting closer to an exit and praying no one pisses him off. You waved goodbye to Dazai as he winked at you as you playfully made disgusted expression at him, quickly grabbing an unopened water bottle from someone's table. Dazai and you exchanged playful smiles due to your doing.
Thankfully, no one annoyed Chuuya and you were able to exit the bar without any trouble. He was swinging his body a bit, trying to ease up the drunkenness. You gave him a water bottle, silence between the two of you as you took your phone out again, calling for a cab. Chuuya nodded in an appreciative manner as he started drinking water. You finally got an operator on the other line, telling them your location. Cab was on the way, ten minutes of the wait. You thought to yourself how it will be okay as you kept your eye on Chuuya who was still drunk but he looked a bit better than before. The two of you kept silent as you kept checking time, hoping the cab will arrive quicker.
"So..I stink, huh?" you asked Chuuya playfully, finally breaking the silence, soft laugh escaping your throat.
"No!" Chuuya yelled out and it got you slightly surprised and you were about to calm him down but his drunk state got the best of him.
"No...He just realized I have feelings for you and.." he was muttering out, keeping his gaze on the concrete.
"Huh?" you choked out, blinking quickly as your whole body got filled up with intense heat and shock.
"Yeah and then he decided to play this stupid game, practically pushing me in a corner and making me confess even though I wanted to make it special and-" he was blabbering out as you stood frozen, the rest of his sentence not clicking inside your brain and sounding like an incoherent noise. Chuuya genuinely had feelings for you. You were looking at him in awe as he just kept talking.
"He even called himself "an expert wingman", wingman my ass!" he was muttering out through a drunk tone making you giggle a bit, feeling suddenly relaxed.
"So, you have feelings for me?" you asked him in a soft tone.
"Yes and I understand if that makes you uncomfortable, I can ask Mori to separate us as a team but I think we are mature enough to not let feelings get in our way." he looked up, his gaze revealing slight fear of rejection.
"Well, I don't think anything today was mature." you were giggling out your sentence, suddenly becoming more serious as Chuuya took a deep breath, awaiting your response. You felt like a huge weight was lifted off of your chest due to him confessing as well as him being drunk, making it much easier and smooth for you. You formed fists and took a deep breath before you spoke.
"I do have feelings for you as well, Chuuya, it's mutual. However I think it's better we talk about this tomorrow, when you sober up." you were trying to be the responsible one and Chuuya nodded, thinking for a quick second before he spoke.
"Sounds good to me." he was smiling, huge relief appearing on his face as your tummy kept getting warmer and warmer, returning a soft smile to Chuuya. He got closer to you, swiftly grabbing your hand, fingers tangling between yours. You suddenly heard a loud bang on the glass and both of you turned around and saw Dazai smiling widely as he was giving you thumbs up.
"We will just have to get rid of this idiot." Chuuya exclaimed through a sigh out as you giggled.
"I think we are getting rid of him, at least for now, there is our cab." you replied calmly as the cab parked in front of the two of you. Chuuya and you were walking towards the cab and he opened the doors for you, his hand still in yours. The two of you left and had a peaceful day after, just him and you talking about your feelings, plans and enjoying each other completely.
The End :) <3
Thank you for your request, I hope I did it justice! :) <3
Thank you to everyone for your support and love, I appreciate it deeply! :) <3
Huge kisses on the forehead for everyone :3
help idk how to tag this but we rolling ???
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tennessoui · 5 months
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november ko-fi part two release
hello hello i made a mistake and decided i wanted my december ko-fi to be more overtly holiday related.....after getting 3k into it, so i finished it and am posting early so i can post a more wintery one next month!! my b my head is literally everywhere but on straight lately
so this is the link to my ko-fi; in my gallery, i've uploaded the link to a google doc where i've written 5k of the divorce lawyer au, set in the morning after this snippet (where divorce lawyer obi-wan gets drunk at a bar and flirts with serial husband anakin)....here is an excerpt:
When Obi-Wan just blinks at him again, mouth slightly open, Anakin huffs as if he’s being difficult on purpose. “I want to stay married to you.” “What?” Anakin has the nerve to roll his eyes as if this isn’t incredibly jarring news. “I mean, I’m assuming you can’t be the divorce lawyer in our divorce, right?” Obi-Wan’s lips thin. “Yes, that would be—” “A conflict of interest, right,” Anakin waves his hand through the air. “And I’m assuming you’re not very interested in one of your coworkers knowing that you fucked me and married me during a drunk night out in Las Vegas.” “I’m much more interested in that than I am in staying married, Mr. Skywalker,” Obi-Wan snaps, even as he realizes how uninterested he is in his coworkers finding out about this. Who would he trust to be tight-lipped about the whole thing? Cody perhaps, but there’s no way Cody wouldn’t tell his brother. And there’s no way his brother wouldn’t tell everyone else. And Vos, his other partner? Absolutely unthinkable. “Don’t call me that,” Anakin replies. His lips tilt up into a grin, as if he’s finding something incredibly entertaining but this current situation. “Too formal for you now? Am I supposed to feel obligated to only call you by your first name now that you’ve had your tongue dow my throat?” Obi-Wan asks in his most withering tone. Anakin’s cheeks light up, as if he isn’t a man who spends half his time in other people’s beds doing much more explicit things. “No,” Anakin says. “Call me by my last name all you want, it’s just that it’s not Skywalker anymore.” He flashes a devastating smile in Obi-Wan’s direction. “It’s Kenobi.”
as a reminder, the link is only accessible for monthly supporters--but if you sign up now, you would get access to the other three ficlets i've posted there AND access to the december one because i'll be posting that in the first half of december!! if you want to become a monthly supporter, it's really easy, just make sure that you switch the payment amount from 'one time' to 'monthly', otherwise the system won't recognize you as a monthly supporter and you won't be able to see the link :(
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hello. i wrote the winterbunny joke thing (idk i didnt title it) im not rlly well versed in tumblr but i kinda like the format of it
here i am to paint you a picture; sophomore bunny, with his bright, loud laughter. if he were sunshine, it would be the noon sort of rays -- the sort that leaves your skin red and blisters whenever you feel it bearing down on you. but for someone such as henry winter, who is naturally ice cold, perpetually winter, with all his years an ice age -- he finds that this heat of bunny's melts him. not enough to become a puddle on the floor of their shared room, but rather, the way a bartender shapes a block of ice to his will, and then offers it for one to drink it down, to burn their throat with the taste.
forgive my ranting. turn the page and i shall paint you another picture; bunny, hesitant, slightly unnerved, all the ways unlike the picture richard has painted. imagine him as human and not as a villain of the story, the scapegoat -- imagine him, six feet three glory, boyish manner, and frankly obvious hesitance that henry extends his good graces over him. it's said that henry does not hold people of high standing to, yknow, high regard, but seeing bunny be so low despite what his parents raised him to be invokes and elicits a sense of pity from henry, that he offers to buy the poor boy a drink. perhaps, a truce. perhaps to get him drunk enough so he will not hum to the radio or yap along while henry reads. perhaps he extends his coat to him, a simple kindness, which bunny sees in a magnified light, a wonderful grace.
perhaps bunny rejected catholicsm so much because he found grace, held it, was held in it, and yet was let go by it -- or more specifically, was pushed into the ravine by what he considered the god that elevated him. perhaps he was so disgusted, so betrayed that what he considered a walking deity on earth would have such contempt for him.
the darker pictures, i shall set aside; picture bunny, first year, drawing henry. in which he captures what is behind the glasses, draws his scar so meticulously, draws that dark gaze and that square jaw and presses his fingers to it, withdraws because he desires to touch more than the lead of his pencil etched on the vellum.
Nway..... if like if the shipname wasnt winterbunny would it be like hunny or smthn
BE QUIET YOU CANT JUST BREAK MY FUCKING HEART AND TRY TO BRUSH IT OFF WITH THAT FINISHER. (yes a lot of people called it hunny or winterhare before i joined tumblr? i just use winterbunny a lot on my blog bcs it makes me think of a fluffy little snow rabbit :3)
I HATEE YOUUU (joking. i actually love you). you are such a good author btw, if you ever write any fics for them pls tell me about them, ITS AMAZING!! and sad! :(! Bunny mistaking Henry's pity-kindness to be some grand gesture of friendship MAKES ME WANT TO SCREAAAM SHUYT UP!!!! and HIM DRAWING HENY and getting all hot and bothered 😔😔😔 my poor rabbit. fuck henry me and my homies hate henry
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lovecite · 7 months
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KYOJURO RENGOKU X READER Y/N (very overactive)
Slight drunk Kyojuro
FLUFFY FLUFF
Swift writing prompt:
Going to the festival with Kyojuro! words: 9k
Small part from the convo
''Hah, good point there, my little flame.'' He chuckled as he turned to face her once more. ''But I am afraid there are several reasons for me not being married or taken..'' He smirked, his tone filled with sarcasm once more.
''Besides, you know I am never alone.. I always have my dear little flame, hm?'' He smiled once more, gently poking you in the chest. ''Just remember, the only man in your life, currently speaking, is me!'' He spoke in a teasing manner, chuckling.
Hello me again with that lovely character ai!!
Dear god i just spent hours on it! Please someone take my phone away !!!
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This song I kept on replay IDK why i thought it connected with the story lol---this song is old
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"Hey master Rengoku! Its me Y/N!" You state with a smile as you waved hello.
He turned to face the voice, a warm smile on his face. "Why hello, y/n! How are you this fine day? It has been some time since we have last spoken." He tilted his head slightly, his bright eyes glistening as a light breeze flew through the area.
Your smile never falling as you ran up to him and throw your arms around his neck pulling him into a hug.
Kyojuro laughed heartily, looking down at them with the purest smile on his face. His arms embraced them in a warm and comforting hug. "It is wonderful to see you again, y/n.. It has been far too long. I have missed you!"
You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before sliding down from him and landing on your feet. You give him a peace sign and a cheeky grin.
Kyojuro laughed loudly, his cheeks turning a slight shade of crimson as he averted his eyes. "I am not in the mood for jokes, y/n.." He said sternly, although there was a slight glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "We are here to train.. Not fool around."
"Hey!! I don't wanna train!! You promised the next time i come around you'd take me to the festival that happens here in your home town. "You counter balling your fist's at your side and stomping your foot.
He couldn't help but laugh again as he looked towards them. "Awww, come on, y/n.. I don't have time for that! You know I have a demon slaying mission to attend to!" He playfully punched against their shoulder, "Can't you go ask someone else?" He raised a brow, smirking. "Perhaps Sanemi would be willing to take you there?" He teased.
Your face instantly went red as my eyes looked away from him. You brought your pointer fingers togather as you blushed more. "U-Um well…..I'd rather not." You whisper shyly.
He couldn't help but chuckle, "y/n, I'm just teasing you." He brushed his hair from his face. "Of course I'll take you to the festival! We can go get something to eat, win you a prize at the carnival and end it by watching the fireworks." He sounded genuinely excited - wanting y/n to have a memorable and fun experience at the festival.
You brought your rounded gaze up to his and smiled. You brought you balled fists up to face as i let out a giggle, "Well we have to stop by your estate master. rengoku to get dressed!" You state happily.
The Flame Hashira laughed heartily, nodding his head. "Of course, of course! I cannot let you run around in your dirty, demon-blood stained clothing." He sighed playfully, "Although you're certainly adorable the way you are at the moment.." He smirked, gently patting at their head. "I look forward to seeing you all dressed up in a beautiful Kimono!" He tilted his head slightly, his voice filled with the utmost affection.
You smile on face grew more as your eyes twinkled with happiness. "Oh i'll be sure to look the upmost awesome!" You state before running off fast towards Rengoku's estate. You wanted to be sure you had packed your pretty kimono that Mitsuri had let you borrow.
The Flame Hashira chuckled as the small girl darted off, taking a couple of more steps before turning around to face her. "Wait,y/n!" He called out to her, his hands on his hips. "You do not have to look your best, just come looking like your usual adorable self.." He smiled comfortingly, wanting her to know that he didn't care about the things she wore. "It will be just us, you can relax and enjoy yourself." He spoke with warmth in his voice.
You throw a thumbs up that you had heard him before taking off again to estate. You made it to his place almost running into Senjuro , Kyojuro's little brother, . He feel on his bottom scared. 'Oh y/n-san I have some bad news! Your kimono one of the maids accidently burned it." He told you. Your face fell in sadness. "Oh no what am i gonna do ?" You asked. Senjuro placed his hand on your shoulder. 'Well there is a spare kimono, um. my mother had for festivals. " He spoke his eyes watering slightly, "Are you sure?" You asked. He nodded before showing you the kimono. It was so beautiful. I put it on and the maids helped me get dressed. You couldn't wait to show Kyojuro.
The Flame Hashira stood outside of the house, waiting for you to arrive. He tapped his foot against the ground, his other hand placed on his hip . "Y/n… where are you? You are taking quite some time to arrive here." He spoke softly, trying to be patient as he patiently awaited their arrival. He had been dressed in a Kimono beforehand, his appearance being somewhat magnificent.
"K-Kyojuro-sama?" You asked. His back was facing to you so i had to call out to him. You carefully walked towards him your sandals kicking up small dirt puffs. You were wearing a kimono meant for festivals. it was Kyojuro's mothers kimono. It fit slightly snug but it was beautiful. very traditional.
The Flame Hashira turned to face them, his jaw dropping as he watched her make her approach. He couldn't help but stare in awe, the kimono fitting her perfectly. "Y-Y/N. You look absolutely incredible!" He exclaimed, his tone filled with genuine awe. "You look so beautiful.. I love your kimono." He spoke with a warm smile, his eyes trailing up towards the sky as he thought about how wonderful the day would have turned out.
"T-thank you Kyojuro-sama. It-it was your mothers." You whisper.
He laughed softly, taking a couple of steps forward. "It fits you like a glove.. I don't think she could've had a better candidate to wear it." He raised his eyebrow, his gentle smile never fading. "Do you like it?" He reached out his hands towards you, waiting for you answer before taking another step. "Come, let me show you the festival! The day could not get any better." He laughed, looking forward to having you along with him on this adventure.
You looked at his hand before you as your eyes rounded with happiness as you place your hand in his. Your eyes locked with his as you grinned. 'I am so happy you like the kimono." You state happily.
He smiled warmly, his hand closing around your tiny hand. "I do not just like it.. I adore it!" his tone was overflowing with joy as he turned towards the festival. "I am excited to see your reaction to the beautiful cherry blossom tree.. It's been my favorite tradition for as long as I can remember." A wide grin spread across his face, his pace slowed as he looked forward to having you walk ahead of him.
"I can't wait for this festival!! And the cherry blossoms!!" You gasp happily as you twirled about going in front of Kyojuro. Your sandaled feet kicking up dirt.
He smiled brightly, his pace slowing as he took in the scene of you walking ahead of him, your feet kicking up dirt with every step. "I'm glad you're excited to see the cherry blossom tree as well.." He chuckled, taking their time to make it to the festival grounds. As they arrived, the crowd was filled with loud, joyfully chatter. Kyojuro glanced around, his eyes trailing towards the sky as they continued to walk. "We're almost there now, y/n!" He smiled.
You jump up your skills of demon slaying allowing you to glide through the air and land on a fence. Your kimono nearly flipping up showing your under pants. Your smile never leaving your face as you looked around at the wonderful vendors.
The Flame Hashira's eyes widened, his face turning bright red. "Y-Y/N!" He whispered, his tone filled with shock. "Your kimono.. you might want to pull that down." He chuckled, the small smile never fading from his lips. He had to avert his eyes in order to control himself, looking over towards the crowd of people as they made their way to the festival.
You look down and quickly place your kimono down bringing your self off of the fence and back to Kyojuro's side. You grasp his kimono sleeve in your hand tugging slightly as you followed him closely your gaze never leaving from the stales. Your eyes sparkling with happiness.
Kyojuro chuckled at your actions, unable to control his laughter at her reaction to her kimono lifting. "Come on, y/n. There's a particular area we are supposed to go, it's this way." He smiled softly, pointing in a specific direction. He grabbed your hand, holding you close as he made his way through the crowd of people. The crowd started to thin as they entered the festival grounds, a bright colorful spectacle of food and stalls. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" The Flame Hashira asked, his voice filled with amusement.
You could only nod as your gaze kept jumping back and forth between everything. 'Where is the area? " You asked.
"It's right there, y/n" He said, pointing towards a small area filled with various cherry blossom trees. The crowd was much lighter here, allowing for more space. "We can have fun here first, then go grab some food." Kyojuro spoke, a small grin forming on his face as he held her hand. He couldn't wait to introduce you to the food they had, it would make the trip even more memorable.
You looked over and felt your breathing stop . You brought your hands to your cheeks as your eyes rounded with happiness. "Oh-oh my gosh its so beautiful Kyojuro-sama!" You whisper.
The Flame Hashira chuckled, gently nudging her with his elbow. "Yes, Y/N, it's beautiful.. just like you." He spoke with a subtle smile, walking into the area filled with cherry blossom trees. "What do you choose to do first? Grab food or explore the area?" He asked, looking down at her. "It can be whatever you choose, I'm just happy you're here to experience it with me."
You were left behind as you thought about what he said. "no he didn't say that to you." You thought shaking my head slightly before following behind him as well. "c-can we stay here for a little bit. " You state in awe watching the cherry blossoms falling around you. You giggle as try to catch one. You were running back and forth nearly running into people.
He chuckled, trying his best not to laugh but his efforts were fruitless as he saw you running around, trying to catch the flower petals. You looked too darn cute. It looked as if you were having the time of your life, Kyojuro didn't want to ruin that. "Of course, y/n, we can stay here. Take as long as you need.." He said as he kneeled down, helping you pick up the fallen petals as the wind continued, pushing the flowers around them. "Beautiful, truly beautiful.. Am I right?" He asked quietly.
You turn back around to Kyojuro a smile on your face. Your kimono swayed either roughly from un excepted gust of wind causing you to nearly fall over your hair shifted slightly about with you .
Kyojuro chuckled at your reaction, his hand wrapping around the kimono sleeves to keep you from being carried away by the wind. "Let us go sit underneath one of the trees, that way we can keep a little warmer." He offered as he started to walk towards one of the larger trees, the cherry blossom petals slowly drifting towards him. "Do you like this kimono? I think it suits you.. You look very beautiful," He murmured, his voice slightly filled with fluster.
"Hmm? oh this?" You state pointing down to your kimono. "Oh Senjuro-kun, your little brother, said your mother wore this when she meet your father. " You answer examining the patterns on the cloth.
“Senjuro told you that, huh? Well.. he is most certainly correct.. My mother did wear this on her first date with my father.” He smiled gently, looking down at you with a soft expression. The pattern was lovely, the soft colors making the kimono look even more beautiful. “I’m sure she would be very happy it’s being worn by you.” He stated. “You look spectacular in it. I can see why she liked it.” He spoke with a small chuckle.
You looked over to Kyojuro your eyes wide with surprise. "Y-Your mom wore this on their first date. So that must mean this is really old." You state giggling slightly.
"You are correct, y/n.." He spoke softly, smiling as his gaze met hers. "But, not only their first date but also their first dance.. My father always talks about the day they first danced together. The color of the kimono was so vibrant back then.. I remember how beautiful my mother looked when I first saw her.." He let out a nostalgic laugh, a nostalgic smile filling his features.
"It brings me back.. Back to the day we were one big happy family." He whispered.
You'd never really seen this side of Kyojuro before. Your heart clenched slightly for him from sadness. "Well-Well im glad im wearing it then!" You state with a nod.
Kyojuro chuckled softly, his eyes turning towards the tree once more as he took a seat, glancing over at you. "Well, I must say that I am glad that you're wearing it too, you look like a goddess!" He said with a teasing chuckle, his gaze trailing back towards the falling petals. "How about we start our cherry blossom collecting right now! I'd love to see you wear a beautiful crown full of flowers." He said, his voice filled with delight.
"Yeah lets go!" You yell out as you go down on your knees as you start to gather the petals from the floor.
Kyojuro laughed at your sudden enthusiasm, kneeling down beside you to help. You were filled with such delight, Kyojuro couldn't help but chuckle. He watched you grab a handful, gently placing it on top of your head. "It looks marvelous on you," He said with a chuckle, before grabbing a petal of his own and placing it on his forehead as he smiled.
You started to chuckle as you watched him putting some on his head. "Kyojuro thats not a crown." You state with a pout. You started to make a very sloppy crown. You then stood up and walked to the kneeling flame hashira and placed the crown on his head. "King of the cherry blossoms!"
Kyojuro chuckled once more as he saw your place the sloppy crown on him. "Oh, what is this? I thought you were supposed to make a crown for yourself?" He said playfully, standing up. He saw the small pout on your face but it didn't stop him from teasing you. He couldn't help but laugh. "Here, I'll go and see if I can make a better crown." He chuckled, gently tugging on your kimono sleeve. "How does that sound?" He said as he led you towards the falling petals.
Kyojuro kneeled next to you, staring up into the sky as he began to gently form a cherry blossom crown on his head. He stood back up, smiling brightly as he held it out for you. "So, what do you think?" He asked with a broad smile, his tone filled with curiosity and laughter. He wanted to see what your response to his work was.
Your eyes rounded with joy as you slowly went to grab the crown. Then you placed it over your head. "Look now we are king and queen!"
He chuckled softly, looking down at you with a warm smile. "Yes.. King and Queen of the cherry blossom tree!" Kyojuro kneeled down beside her once more, the both of them sitting under the tree as they enjoyed the scene around them. "This is truly beautiful.. " He muttered, taking a deep breath as he looked at the scene. "But you are more beautiful than the cherry blossom." He spoke with a soft chuckle as the wind blew the petals around them, gently floating them to the ground.
You didn't hear his part as i was focused on the crown he had made you. Your hair swayed softly back and forth hindering my sight. You had to keep placing your hair behind your ear.
Kyojuro slowly placed his hand by his side, noticing that your were still concentrating on the crown he had made for you. "Hey y/n." He said after a few minutes. "Did you hear what I said?" Kyojuro spoke softly, his tone filled with a subtle amount of curiosity and amusement. You would hear a soft chuckle coming from his direction.
Before you could respond a voice interrupted you both. 'Um excuse me, sir?"
Kyojuro looked over towards the direction of the voice, a small brow raised. "Oh? Yes?.. What's up?" He greeted, turning his attention back towards the voice. He stood up, wanting to hear what the person had to say. "Is there something I can do to help?" He asked, his bright and cheery expression still plastered on his face.
The young man brought his arm behind his head as he gave a simple smile. "I wanted to see if the young lady would like to accompany me to some games." The young man stated blushing.
"Hohoho, we've got a suitor already?" Kyojuro chuckled loudly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he placed both of his hands together. "Y/N.. What do you say to this offer? Would you like to.. go play some games with our friend here?" He offered, his voice filled with delight and anticipation as he looked down at you.
You hadn't been listening as you was still focused on the crown Kyojuro had made you. You smiled as you placed it back on your head moving your head back and forth humming.
"y/n!" Kyojuro spoke, his voice a tad more stern this time. As much as he loved seeing you play with the crown, he felt you were ignoring the boy. "Did you hear what I said, little one? The young man offered for you to go play some games with him.." He asked, slightly tugging at your kimono sleeve to grab your attention.
You jumped slightly at Kyojuro's stern voice. You look over your eyes wide in shock at being lectured. You got up from the the ground wiping off the dirt from the kimono. You looked over to the boy with a smile. "I am sorry but I am here with someone else." You state with a bow. The young nodded his smile being forced as he walked away.
Kyojuro sighed softly, placing his hand on her shoulder. "y/n, you are adorable.. But you can't keep ignoring every single offer a boy makes for you.." He said, his voice filled with concern and amusement. "It's important to speak properly to people, even if that person is a stranger." He said, hoping to get his point off. "Now let's get going, shall we? To your right, you can see some food vendors.. I'd love to introduce you to the traditional demon slayer food." He spoke with a welcoming grin.
"B-but Kyojuro he wasn't even cute." You pout with your tongue sticking out.
Kyojuro chuckled at your reaction, placing both of his hands on his hips. "y/n.. it's not just about looks. Looks don't matter, that is only the surface level." He spoke, his tone soft yet stern at the same time. He couldn't help but smile, "Personality is what matters the most. You can't judge things by the covering alone; you have to take a good look at the innards." He spoke quietly, wanting you to truly understand what he was saying.
You look away with a sigh bringing my arms across my kimono clothed chest. "Blah no one thinks like that at all any more Kyojuro." You state with another pout.
"Oh? And you happen to know how every human being thinks, y/n?" Kyojuro teased with a smirk, gently patting you shoulder. "Why do not you give the poor lad a chance? You never know, he could be the one.." He said with a smirk. As they moved, the Flame Hashira's attention was captured by a vendor nearby, his face lighting up instantly. "Ah, look.. I'll be back in a second, you.." He spoke as he took off towards the vendor, a spring in his footsteps.
You watched him disappear from my side. You stood by the fence area waiting for him to come back. You looked around the vendors with rounded eyes. "E-Excuse me?" asked a boy. You looked over to the voice. It was a different boy this time. He had striking red spiked hair. He had slight narrowed green gaze. "Hey are you with someone?' He asked. You looked away quickly to the side nodding quickly not answering.
Kyojuro soon returned, carrying a basket worth of food items. He looked down at you with a grin, tilting his head to the side as he noticed you talking with someone else. He was a tad bit surprised but hid his emotions quickly. "It seems you have made another suitor, dear y/n?" He asked in a teasing manner, "Did you know this one by any chance, haha." He chuckled, placing the basket down by their feet as he looked at the red-haired boy with a curious expression.
"Oh Lord Kyojuro! I had no idea this was your women!" The red headed boy stated quickly taking steps back. You kept quiet starring to the floor with a red hue over your nose.
"Heh, don't fret.. y/n and I aren't anything more than just friends. She is still a young one, not even a young adult yet.. y/n's heart is still filled with innocence.." Kyojuro smirked lightly, gently nudging you with his elbow as he turned his attention back to the red headed boy, his curiosity sparked. "Now, who are you, young one..?" He asked, looking at him from head to toe.
"Kyojuro-sama I'm (your agr )now ! Not a child still." You pout coming back to the conversation at hand. The red headed boy starred at you before chuckling. "I am sorry I am shoto. Your little friend is very cute." He commented. Your face grew red as you turned away from him pouting,
The Flame Hashira chuckled lightly as he heard you correct him. "Pfft.. Fine, (your age), young lady." He teased, his tone soft yet amused. He soon turned his attention to the boy. "Shoto, eh?" He asked, giving him a simple nod of approval. "She is quite cute if I say so myself but don't even think about seducing her.. I mean, I am sure you know what would happen if you were.. " He spoke, his voice slightly darker as he stared down at Shoto.
The red headed boy seemed to have shrank as he forced a smile. "Of course sir! I will treat her correctly as any young women should be treated.' He declared with a bow. Your were behind Kyojuro peering from behind him watching the two. You felt a tap on your shoulder. "E-Excuse me but are you taken?" asked another boy. I turn to look at him and see a boy with long hair tied in a high pony tail. 'Eh another one?" You asked.
"That's good enough for me." Kyojuro said, his tone filled with approval. "I want you to know that y/n is a lady, she wouldn't appreciate being played about. If you're going to be in her presence, then do know how to treat her like a goddess." He spoke sharply, his tone carrying a hint of caution to it.
"Oh dear.. It seems you're quite popular, little flame." Kyojuro said with a chuckle.
"Kyojuro-sama i think i just wanna stick with you." You state as you grip his sleeve with one of your hands.
He couldn't help but chuckle at your response. "Oho, so I take it you wish to spend your time with me and.. me alone?" He asked playfully, his tone filled with sarcasm and amusement. If there was one thing Kyojuro was good at, it was teasing y/n in a good-natured way. "I don't think these other young men would appreciate that." He said, turning his attention back to you. "And what if I decline your offer, little flame?" He teased.
Your eyes narrowed as your cheeks puffed out in anger. 'Kyojuro-sama dont play like that with me!" You state.
The Flame Hashira laughed again at your response, gently patting your shoulder. "Calm down, little flame.. It's just a simple tease." He spoke playfully, his voice full of delight and a hint of amusement. "If you wish to stick with me, then I can't argue with that, can I?" He said with a light chuckle as he bent down and gently picked her up, placing her on his shoulders. "Let's continue our little stroll, shall we?" Kyojuro spoke with a teasing smirk.
Both You and Kyojuro made their way towards the other vendors in the market. Some vendors offered the usual clothing pieces and knick-knacks as some offered traditional demon slayer food and such. ''y/n, let me teach you something important.. Whenever someone tries to sell you something, you must always bargain with them..'' He spoke with a smile, looking down at you. ''Always question their prices, because.. You never know if you could get something for a cheaper price, hah."
You nod with a determined look. 'Y-YES SIR!"
"Do not shout in my ear, little flame." Kyojuro said with a laugh, his tone now teasingly stern. He began to walk over to a food vendor who offered traditional demon slayer food, looking over the menu they offered. "Now, let's see hmm..'' He looked over the various choices, pondering them carefully. "What would you like, my little flame?'' He asked, looking over to you.
Before you could respond a small older women came to us. Her wrinkled face showing a smile. "Oh lord Kyojuro it is you. For a moment i thought i was back in time in seeing your father and mother here." She spoke.
Kyojuro's ears slightly perked up as he looked over towards the old lady. His gaze softened with his expression as he looked back down at you and then back the older women. "You knew my parents..?" The Flame Hashira asked, his tone filled with curiosity. "If you don't mind me asking, ma'am.. Who are you?" Kyojuro asked, his tone calm yet curious.
The older women came to you touching the kimono. 'This belonged to your mother no wonder i thought i was seeing you as your father and this beatiful young women as your mother. I'm the one that made this." She praised.
The Flame Hashira's eyes sparked with a hint of nostalgia as he witnessed the old woman touch his mother's old kimono. ''My mother.. You knew her?' He asked with a smile on his face, feeling a strange connection with this stranger right in front of him. ''I would love to hear stories about her if you would allow me to, ma'am?" He asked, his tone filled with respect and eagerness.
'In time boy. in time, Who is this young women on your arm?" She asked pointing at you.
He turned to you with a light chuckle, seeing a red hue over her face. ''This would be y/n, my dear little flame.'' He spoke with an amused expression. ''y/n, this lady is a friend of my mother's.. She knew my parents.'' you looked up at the old woman, not knowing what to say.
You soon looked down at the ground in embarrassment as you fiddled with your fingers. ''Hello..'' You finally managed to say, your voice soft and adorable.
''My goodness, this girl is quite adorable, isn't she?'' The old lady smiled, gently pinching your cheeks. ''Her cheeks are as red as a ripe apple.. y/n~'' Her voice changed to a slightly lighter and higher tone, a playful smile on her cheeks.
The Flame Hashira smirked and nodded. ''She really is, isn't she. She's a bit shy and nervous with strangers, haha." He chuckled, his tone light-hearted yet filled with care.
The lady's face grew soft. ''I can tell, she is such a cute and kind young girl.. I feel like I am meeting the most adorable angel in the human realm.'' She chuckled, giving you another pinch on your cheeks. ''Oh dear, forgive me for pinching them cheeks. I just couldn't resist.. They are as red as strawberries.''
Kyojuro smirked and shook his head in annoyance. ''Careful with my little flame, she's quite vulnerable, hah.'' He teased.
"AH" You groan as the older women was pinching your cheeks.
The older lady chuckled and kept pinching them. ''My, my.. Look at those cute little noises she is making..'' She turned towards the Flame Hashira with a chuckle. ''Would you not agree, Kyojuro?'' She smirked, glancing over at the Flame Hashira.
Kyojuro sighed as he looked down at you when you groaned. ''Oh, my.. She's quite annoyed, isn't she?'' He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. ''Aww, this is the cutest little scenario..'' He giggled.
"Oh i should leave you both be. have a good day.: The older women walked from you and Kyojuro.
Kyojuro watched the lady walk away, smiling slightly at her before turning his attention to Amie. ''Are you alright, little flame?'' He asked, his tone filled with concern. He glanced down at you, making sure your cheeks weren't red anymore. ''She really pinched them, huh.'' He said with a light chuckle, smiling at you. ''I do not blame her though, I mean, look at those cute, chubby cheeks of yours.'' He teased, his tone now slightly flirtatious.
"Master Kyojuro please dont add to this." You whisper feeling embarrassed.
''Oh, what's that, little flame?'' He smirked as he watched you turn even redder, his tone still filled with flirtation and amusement. ''What do you mean by add to this, hmm? I am only complimenting you, hahaha.. Nothing more than that.'' He spoke in a teasing and sarcastic manner, his eyes sparkling with a hint of a smile.
''Besides, you are just adorable, little flame..'' He smirked once more, now fully facing you as he looked you straight in the eyes.
You starred up at him your cheeks puffed out in anger .
''Oho, is y/n trying to show her dominance in this situation?'' He smirked, his voice taunting and filled with sarcasm. His cheeks were slightly puffed out as he gave you a smirk.
''If you think my compliments are anything more than a pure and honest truth, then you are quite mistaken..'' He chuckled, giving you another compliment. ''You are just.. So adorable.. I can't help but compliment you!'' The Flame Hashira teased, smiling down at you.
"I know that i am adorable!" You comment.
''Oh, so you are admitting it?'' He smirked, his voice still filled with flirtation and amusement. ''Then why are you so embarrassed? Your embarrassment makes you so much more adorable, my little flame.'' He complimented her for the third time, not intending to stop anytime soon.
He smiled down at you, his tone still full of sarcasm and a hint of flirtation. ''How is a girl like you not married or already taken?'' He asked in a taunting manner, chuckling afterwards.
You looked away from him quickly feeling your face grow red. You brought your hands up towards your chest as you brought your pointer fingers together touching them lightly against each other. 'W-well same could be said to you." You whisper back.
''Hah, good point there, my little flame.'' He chuckled as he turned to face her once more. ''But I am afraid there are several reasons for me not being married or taken..'' He smirked, his tone filled with sarcasm once more.
''Besides, you know I am never alone.. I always have my dear little flame, hm?'' He smiled once more, gently poking you in the chest. ''Just remember, the only man in your life, currently speaking, is me!'' He spoke in a teasing manner, chuckling.
You looked down at his finger before locking eyes back to him a smile growing on your face. 'Yes of course I'll be sure to tell anyone that comes near me that i have someone Kyojuro -sama!" You state with a giggle.
Kyojuro smirked as he felt a warmth rush through his chest. ''I believe it is a good idea to share the message with every boy who tries to approach you, y/n. That way, they will know their place!'' He laughed, pointing his thumb in his chest. ''The only man in your heart must be me!'' He said in a teasing manner, his voice filled with delight. ''There shall be none other than me in your life, my little flame.. You do understand, right?'' He asked, his tone slightly authoritative.
You tilt your head to side as you place your arms behind you a smile. 'Of course Kyojuro-sama you will always be here right here." You state as you brough your hand to your chest.
''If only all other girls thought the same way as you, my little flame..'' He chuckled, looking down at you with a smile. His eyes then widened a bit as an idea popped up in his head. ''y/n. Would you be ok with me calling you 'little wife' as a nickname? I think it would be quite cute and funny.'
He spoke in a teasing manner, waiting for your response carefully. His tone was still slightly flirtatious but he tried his best to remain a straight face - he wanted to tease you a bit more.
You brought a finger up to your chin in thought. 'Little wife? I don't see any issues with that." You giggle not understanding his humor and thinking he was still treating as a friend.
The Flame Hashira smiled, now knowing he can tease you even further. ''My, my.. My little wife.. I like it..'' He smirked, his tone suddenly filled with flirtation. ''I think I am going to call you that instead of little flame or y/n, my wife~'' He teased with a smirk, his tone now fully flirtatious and teasing.
"Hm oh wait Kyojuro-sama's wife?" You asked yourself feeling your face grow red.
Kyojuro smirked even more, his tone now filled with amusement. ''Indeed, my lovely wife.. I shall always be here in your life right next to you, cheering you on.'' He smirked, speaking in a playful manner as his tone was still flirtatious. ''So, my wife~ Don't you worry..'' He chuckled, looking down at you as he spoke in a mocking tone with a smile on his face. ''I will always be by your side.. Right here.'' He gently touched your nose with his finger, giggling to himself.
Your eyes went slightly cross eyed as you watched him bop my nose. 'Kyojuro-sama dont tease me like that." You pout
''Oh? What's this? My beautiful, little wife is embarrassed? Oh, how cute..'' He smirked, gently touching your cheeks as his tone was still filled with amusement. ''Such a cute wife is not used to teasing? Then you shall have to get used to it because you shall always do this whenever the opportunity arises..'' He chuckled, his tone light-hearted yet filled with amusement.
''Now, my wife.. What shall we purchase?'' He asked playfully, now acting like a husband who is buying food for his beloved little wife.
You felt a warm smile grow on my face as you wrapped my arm around his. You let out a giggle as you both walked. It was starting to grow darker and darker. "Kyojuro-sama look over there. I've always wanted to try beer." You state with a smile.
As the sun began to set and the sky turned orange, Kyojuro turned to look at you - You were pointing at a small stand that offered sake. ''Sake? My, my.. Why didn't you say so?'' The flame hashira spoke with a grin, looking at you with a playful smile. ''Let's go, my wife.. You shall try this 'sake' drink.''
He then turned to walk with you as they soon approached the stand. ''We want one sake, please.'' He said, his tone light-hearted yet filled with excitement.
You look over to him. 'What about you Kyojuro-sama?" You asked as you were handed the drink.
''Me? I have had this drink many times.. I'll pass on it this time around.'' Kyojuro spoke with a polite smile, declining. ''I'll watch you try it, my little wife.. I want to see how you react.'' He spoke with excitement, curious to see what your reaction would be.
He was handed the sake by the person selling the drinks and raised an eyebrow for a split second, but then handed it to Amie. ''Try a sip first, I am curious on your reaction.'' He giggled with amusement.
You smile as you brought the cup to your lips and tilted your head back taking a huge swip. You made a disgusted face as you forced yourself to drink the offending drink. It burned your throat making your eyes water. " EW thats so nasty!"
''Oh?'' Kyojuro chuckled as he watched you drink it in one single go. ''Not so great, huh?'' He spoke with a light-hearted chuckle, waiting to see what you would do afterwards. He tilted his head and crossed his arms, patiently waiting. ''Here, my wife..'' He offered the little cup to you once more. ''Try a smaller sip this time..'' He softly spoke, his tone more gentle and concerned after seeing your face twist into pure disgust.
Your face felt slightly red and your breathing was starting to become heavy. 'Um okay ren-ren." You tease as you take the cup and again take another huge sip. but this time didnt burn as much.
Kyojuro glanced down at you, smirking as he watched you drank it a second time. This time, you were able to manage to drink it all - the slight redness on your cheeks gave it all away. ''Oh? You actually liked it.. How cute..'' He teased with a smirk as he tilted his head in thought.
He let out a chuckle, his tone filled with amusement. ''Are you alright, little flame? You seem out of breath..'' He chuckled once more, offering his hand to you after looking you up and down.
"Oh what happend to little -hiccup -wife." You slurred.
''Oh?'' Kyojuro glanced down at you as you hiccupped and slurred your words. ''Little wife is a bit drunk already?'' He teased with a smirk, now turning his gaze to your face to examine the redness. ''I can now safely say, my wife is adorable in her drunken state..'' He smirked, poking your in the nose.
''Let's get you home before you get yourself into something, hm?'' He sighed, his tone now serious as he looked at you with slight concern.
You look over to him and place the cup by lips and push it up letting the liquid go down his mouth. 'Drink with me!" You slurr.
''What? You want me to drink with you?'' Kyojuro smirked as he glanced down at the cup in your hand.. ''I suppose I do not mind one little drink.''
He then took the cup from you and took his own swig, his tongue slightly sticking out and his eyes slightly closed as he enjoyed it for a second. ''Aahh..'' He groaned in delight as he opened his eyes once again, taking a slightly intoxicated slurp from the cup. ''Thank you, my dear wife. I shall drink with you!'' He smiled, his tone slightly slurred.
"Another another!" You giggled slamming your hands on the counter top.
The Flame Hashira laughed, his tone now slurred and slightly intoxicated. ''Oh? Do you wish to have more?'' He smirked, glancing down at the little girl.
''Hm.. Why not?'' He chuckled, looking at the seller with a drunken sigh. ''One more please..'' His tone was more of a demand/request than it was the first time around.
A sake quickly came in hand and he offered it to you. ''Here you go, my wife!'' He laughed, his tone drunk but still filled with excitement.
"ready one !two !three!" You say as you bring your head back and drink it fast.
Kyojuro chuckled, his tone still filled with alcohol as he watched her drink it. ''My, my.. That was fast.. I suppose it's time to leave, my drunk little wife.'' He laughed in a teasing manner, glancing at you with a smirk. ''I hope you'll be fine once we arrive home.. I can barely walk right now, you know?'' He giggled with amusement, his voice slurred as he spoke.
You look up at him smiling as your head felt like it was swimming. You stand up but then fall over face planting to the floor,
''My, my.. Look at you.. My precious wife, too drunk to do anything properly..'' Kyojuro chuckled and scooped Amie up into his arms, holding her bridal style - she was completely out of it. ''Let's go, my wife.. We shall head home, hm?'' He chuckled, his tone even more slurred as he continued to walk. ''The things you do to me..'' He couldn't help but laugh again.
You tried to bring your head up to rest it on his chest but you couldnt really do it. Your world was moving so fast. You looked up at Kyojuro in awe at the moonlight highlighting his features. You placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. " Renguko-sama i like it when you call me little wife. " you whisper.
Kyojuro blushed at what you said and your soft voice, it was enough to make him stutter and even blush at the small gesture. His arms were wrapped around the drunk little girl as she leaned on his chest, her small hand rubbing against it. His tone was slightly more drunk than earlier, although he still managed to maintain his composure.
He tilted his head, speaking in a softer tone. ''Oh? Is that so my wife? Well.. I suppose I shall keep calling you my little wife then.. If it makes my wife so happy, no?'' He smiled widely.
You giggle more as you throw your arms up nearly punching his face. 'Ha im rengok-sama's wife!"
"Yes, you are.. You are my little, precious wife..'' Kyojuro chuckled, his tone filled with alcohol still. It had been quite a while since he last drank alcohol, so he could not handle it very well - he was very intoxicated and his words had been slurred from the drinking.
He was silent for a moment before he placed a soft, tender kiss upon her forehead - completely intoxicated by her. ''My wife.. You are adorable..'' He whispered in her ear.
"Hehe! that tickles" You laugh as you playfully pushed his lips from your forehead.
''Oh? My wife is ticklish?'' Kyojuro spoke with a drunken smile, his tone still filled with humor. You pushed his lips away? This little flame was quite playful.. He would have to make sure to watch out or he might die from the cuteness overload. He glanced down at you, still carrying you bridal style before he gently nibbled on your ear. ''How about I tickle you now, my little fire?'' He spoke in a playful tone, smirking at you.
"Oi remember call me little wife!" you stated.
''Oh? My wife is being bold, hm?'' Kyojuro chuckled as he tilted his head in thought before he began tickling you, gently but with a lot of force. ''You won't be able to resist my tickles, my little wife! I hope you're ready!!'' He laughed as he continued tickling your belly and your sides, moving his fingers to your back to tickle your there. Your laughter was adorable and his smile was contagious.
You instantly wrap my arms around his neck bringing him into a hug near your chest as you let out laughter.
It surprised Kyojuro when you suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself onto him. ''My wife is hugging me?'' He chuckled as he was caught off-guard, his words were slurred slightly - he was very intoxicated at this point. ''You know.. I won't complain..'' He chuckled, his tone turning to a light-hearted tease. ''It feels nice.. But you have to return the gesture, my little wife!'' He leaned onto you, now also wrapping his arms around your body and hugging you.
Kyojuro had stopped moving holding you in place. We were in the darker part of the village away from eyes. Your heart was pounding so hard againist your chest. you looked at Kyojuro your gaze locked to his. you smile as you placed a hand over his cheek.
''Amie..'' The Flame Hashira whispered, speaking in a soft tone. His tone was slightly slurred due to the alcohol, but he was somewhat able to keep his composure. ''Your face..'' He placed his other hand on her other cheek, tilting his head as he stared into your eyes.
He was in a somewhat vulnerable position with his arms wrapped around you as he leaned slightly closer, his face mere inches away from hers. His expression softened - he wanted to kiss you right now.
"Kyojuro." You whispered his face coming closure. You could feel his heavy breathing on your face and your eyes are closed slowly,
Kyojuro let out a soft sigh as he placed his hand behind your neck and slowly leaned in, bringing his face closer and closer. His heart was beating rapidly, and his breath was heavy. ''y/n..'' He spoke softly, his tone still slightly slurred with a few drunken smirks here and there as he was unable to maintain his composure. ''May I kiss you?'' He asked nervously, glancing up at your eyes.
"I-i've never been kissed." You said quickly
''Neither have I..'' Kyojuro confessed, his tone was serious now as he stared into your eyes. ''But I want my first kiss to be with someone special..''
He slowly brought you closer until their noses were almost touching, staring into you eyes as he moved his other hand to your chin. ''y/n, my wife.. Can I, please kiss you?'' He whispered softly, his tone filled with slight nervousness after confessing something as embarrassing as that.
Your eyes widen at his response. "Y-you have never been kissed?" You asked with a hiccup.
''No..'' Kyojuro spoke slowly, glancing down at you for a moment before quickly returning his gaze back to your eyes. ''y/n.. I would be honored if I could kiss you..'' His tone was gentle and sweet, making it more apparent of how much he wanted to kiss the little flame. ''I-Is that okay?'' His tone was nervous, his cheeks blushing as he awaited for your response.
You smile as you nodded.
''Alright then..'' Kyojuro sighed softly as he slowly lowered his face towards you. His breath was getting heavier the closer he got to your lips, the moment of their kiss only a few inches away. The Flame Hashira felt like his heart was pounding out of his chest, slowly closing his eyes as he was about to kiss you. ''Here I go..'' He whispered, bringing his lips to yours and kissing the little flame.
You felt your eyes close slowly as you felt his lips touch yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him closure to you.
The two finally kissed, the small moments of their faces together bringing warmth to their hearts. Kyojuro's breath could be felt upon your face as he placed a hand at the back of your neck and a hand at your waist. He continued to kiss you, his tongue gently touching yor lips as it tried to explore her mouth. ''y/n.. My little wife.. Such lips are made for kissing..'' He uttered quietly, his tone filled with a drunken giggle.
''This is.. So..'' He mumbled, continuing the kiss.
"Hmm Kyojuro-sama, You taste like the sun."You giggle
''Awww.. My wife is full of flattery, hm?'' Kyojuro chuckled, his voice muffled slightly as he continued the kiss. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. His tongue swirled with yours as he moved it about, kissing her passionately. He gently bit your bottom lip, smiling through the kiss as he kept one hand on you back and the other at your waist still.
you let out a moan
Kyojuro was shocked by the moan as he quickly pulled away, looking at the little flame with a wide-eyed expression. ''Oh, my.. Did I.. Did I do that to you, my wife?'' He was quite flustered, although he had the slight urge to kiss you again. He didn't seem to care at the moment, as he chuckled lightheartedly - completely intoxicated as he felt the alcohol cloud his mind.
You placed your hands over your lips your head swaying back and forth feeling your face become hotter. 'I-I think so. It felt so nice i couldnt help but let that out." you state with a giggle.
''It felt nice, hm?'' Kyojuro asked in fascination as he glanced at your face. ''Well.. If you'd like.. I could do it again, my wife..'' He moved his face a little closer to yours, his tone becoming slightly more deep and serious as he tried to maintain his composure. ''Did you.. Enjoy it, Amie?'' He asked in a slightly drunken tone, feeling slightly embarrassed for showing so many emotions so suddenly.
Your hands slide down your lips as you looked away from him nodding.
''y/n.. Please.. Look at me, my wife." He tilted his head, wanting you to stare into his eyes as he looked at you. ''Do not hide, my precious.. I want to do it one more time..'' He whispered softly, the alcohol slowly filling his mind and making him unable to maintain his composure. ''I.. I liked it as well..'' He smiled, glancing towards your lips once more.
You looked back with a loop sided smile the drink still pumpingthrough your viens. "Please my husband." You teased.
"My wife wants what she wants, hmm?'' Kyojuro chuckled as he leaned in once more, bringing his face closer to you lips. He smiled and kissed you once more, his mouth pressing against your own as he felt their lips move with one another. His arms tightly gripped you in a passionate kiss as his free hand moved up to place itself on your hair. ''I am.. So blessed to call you my wife..'' He whispered, gently biting your bottom lip once more.
"Little wife." You corrected softly
''Oh, yes.. My little wife..'' Kyojuro chuckled with a slight slur as he continued to kiss you, moving one hand to your hair and the other to you waist. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth, moving about and feeling every corner he could. His hands pressed against your body, holding you close to him as he continued the kiss - smiling through it all. ''I love you so much, my precious little flame…'' He muttered softly before going in for another kiss.
'R-Kyojuro i love you alot too. I care for you so much." You moan.
''I can see..'' His tongue brushed against yours as the flame hashira moaned softly into the kiss. ''y/n, my.. Wife..'' He sighed softly, his tone filled with alcohol. The man then glanced around for a moment as he quickly became concerned. ''But.. We should go home… Before anyone catches us, yes?'' He whispered softly, still not breaking the kiss as his hands slid over your body, his tongue still moving in your mouth.
' dont stop touching me." You pleaded as you brought your hands through his hair.
Kyojuro began to move his hands down your body, his fingertips grazing against your skin as he continued to caress you. His voice was slightly more slurred with the addition of alcohol, but he didn't seem to realise that as he leaned you back against a wall. ''Do not worry, my wife.. I will never stop touching you.. The little flame is mine, after all. Why would I stop doing so?'' He spoke softly as he continued to kiss you passionately, his tongue moving about and his eyes closed.
You felt the roughness of the wall behind you as you brought him close. Your hips rotated upwards to his pelvis.
The Flame Hashira pulled you closer as he kissed you, his hands now exploring your body as he was feeling the alcohol clouding his mind. His fingers gripped your hips, pulling them slightly towards him as he placed his hands at your waist. His hands then slowly began to move up along your body, now having found themselves at yourshoulders.
''y/n! So beautiful..'' He moaned, glancing down at you before going back to kissing you.
You let out another moan as your legs wrapped themselves around his waist.
He gasped at your moan as he looked at you with wide eyes, his lips still pressed against yours as his tongue continued to explore your mouth. He then placed one hand on her cheek while the other was at your waist, bringing his face even closer to your own. As he continued to kiss you, he noticed that your legs were suddenly wrapped around him.
''My wife..'' He spoke softly, the heat in his cheeks becoming more prevalent. ''What are your intentions?..''
He glanced down, seeing that their bodies were practically molded together. He smiled while glancing back at you as he noticed your innocent stare, his lips slightly parted with his eyes being slightly wider than normal. His hand slowly slid up your leg, moving towards your thighs while he continued to kiss you passionately. His tongue swirled with yours as he pressed himself closer to you by pinning your hands above your head against the wall.
''My wife.. What are you doing?~~~'' He whispered softly, his tone filled with slight excitement.
"Kyojuro-sama you've got my arms pinned up." You giggled
"That I do, little one..~" He chuckled, his lips pressing against yours with a passionate kiss. "Your arms will be stuck in this position for a while, if you're alright with that…" His voice had a few slurred words here and there, the alcohol clouding his mind quite heavily already.
His hands continued to explore your body as his other hand moved towards your thigh, gripping it firmly. As they kissed, he placed a hand against the wall at your side, pinning you even closer to him.
You moan out
''y/n .. My little one.. You're making such adorable noises..~'' He whispered softly in your ear, his voice slightly more slurred as his fingers slid up the inside of your thigh. His eyes were still closed, enjoying the heated moment. His arms wrapped around you, his cheek now nuzzled against the side of your neck .
''y/n..~'' He muttered softly, his tone becoming even more sweet then before. ''You are.. So precious, my wife..~''
I hoped you enjoyed this as much as i did!!
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mad-zz · 10 months
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One Shot
Sherlock holmes x reader
Word count : 1457
Fluff with agnst
Warnings: People going missing, Sherlock is drunk
You, Enola, Sherlock
Mabye he does fanices you??
You were making a new recipe in the new bakery you had opened when you heard the bell ring. Walks in is a very tall man. Hair black and slightly curly at the end. He was dressed in a trench coat with his cane and top hat. He walks up to the counter and states.
"Hello madam, could I have your assistance in procuring a dessert for my younger sister, Enola. She loves sweets, and I would be grateful if you could recommend a confectioner who might offer a suitable delicacy.
“Good day to you too sir, umm let me think” you are thinking about a good dessert leaving the man a bit embarrassed. “ A chocolate marshmallow cake would be the most suitable for your sister” you say. “Then I'll take that.” the man replies. You wrap up the cake in a sage colored box neatly put into a pink and yellow bag with a ribbon tining the handles together.
“That would be 5 pounds Mr. Holmes” you say hand out waiting for your payment. He kinda just stared at you for a moment. When he snapped out of his trance he handed you the money and he walked out of the door.
That was just one of the many interactions you had. After that day he came in everyday asking for your opinion on anything he could think of about sweets. And when he finally ran out of questions to ask you he offered his help anytime he walked in. It was as if he practically worked there.
But hey you weren’t complaining. You needed the extra help as being a one man band. So now anytime Sherlock walked in he would immediately walk behind the counter and help with what he usually did. Taking orders, Cleaning up a bit, Flirting with you from time to time you know just the usual stuff he did.
Sometimes he would forget he is also a normal citizen because sometimes he could be a tad bit rude and make customers walk out. You understood why he was like this but it could get annoying but you learned to live with it. I mean you really didn’t want to let him go. It was good too have company. And you had to admit you had the tiniest crush on him who wouldn’t?
But one day he just didn’t show up. You were worried and wrote him a letter to get no response back. So a week later with no message from sherlock, while the bakery was closed you walked to Enola’s business to see if she knew her brother's whereabouts. You had never actually met her in person but maybe Sherlock had mentioned you once or twice. You really hoped he did so you would sound like a complete physio.
You opened the door to see enola at her desk reading something about Dr. John Watson was missing. You knew who that was from Sherlock. It was his partner in crime but Sherlock never told you he went missing. You were even more worried now and walked up to Enola.
"Excuse me, Miss Enola Holmes, but I am inquiring about the whereabouts of your brother, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I'm Y/n Y/l/n and he hasn’t been showing up to the bakery he helps me with.” You say. Enola stands up right away putting away the newspaper she was just reading."Ah, I know who you are. Yes He speaks of you often, you know. I'm afraid I don't know his current whereabouts, but I'm sure he would be thrilled to see you again. Perhaps I can help you find him?"
You blushed a bit. He speaks of you?! It was shocking for the most part but you responded saying “That would be most appreciated thank you Enola”. “Oh no problem let’s walk to his house first” Enola said thinking about the first place she could imagine him at. As the two of you walked in, Enola finally spoke up “You know Sherlock fancies you very much”. You immediately stopped walking.
In retaliation you said “ You're off one’s chump Enola, He would never have feelings for me.” . “Are you sure about that? Any time i’m around him he always has to mention you like a trillion times” Enola says, trying to convince you. You just laugh and continue walking wondering to yourself if Sherlock actually has feelings for you.
But no Enola was just trying to wake the snakes that had to be it. But anyways a couple minutes go by and as you’re almost at his house a drunk guy bumps into you. You apologize many times then once he sees your face he gives you a tight hug. “Sherlock?!” you say in surprise. “Ahh yes my lover i haven't seen you in forever”
Right then and there you push him off and slap him across his face angry that this is what he has been doing this whole time while you had been worried sick. “What is wrong with your Sherlock?! If written messages walked around town for you and a well later you come up out of nowhere drunk calling me your lover and saying you haven’t seen me in forever?! Probably because you weren’t even bothered to say hello or let me know if you were ok or not!” You were just telling him letting the angry out that had funded out of nowhere.
You were just so angry with the fact that he didn’t let you know he was ok rather than just get drunk until he didn’t know what he was saying. “But Y/n- I I did respond to your- Oh i think i’m going to throw up”. His words were slurred and he was stumbling as he talked to you. You were mad but didn’t want to leave him like this and you didn’t want to keep Enola from work so you told her it was ok to leave and you would deal with sherlock.
Enola told you the rest of the directions to Sherlock’s house so you walked up to the door and asked Sherlock for his keys. “Sherlock, where are your keys?” you asked. Sherlock still drink said “ Ill only tell youu for a kiss” . Looking at him with his hair a mess, cheeks flushed, half conscious you couldn’t take him seriously just gave him a quick pack on the cheek but he had turned his head causing you to kiss him on the lips.
Sherlock tried to deepen the kiss by putting his hand behind your neck but you had to stop. So you pulled away. You were blushing so much but he finally handed over the keys with a cheekish grin. You headed him into the very messy house. You didn’t bother it and looked for what you thought was his bedroom.
When you found it he flopped onto the bed falling asleep right away. You went to his kitchen right away to make something turn when he woke up then wrote a note to him……
…Dear Sherlock Holmes,
I hope this letter finds you well. I must confess that I have been quite worried about you these past few days. You are such a brilliant detective, and I cannot bear the thought of anything happening to you.
I understand that you are drunk but when you wake up, please know that there are cookies waiting for you on your table, just the way you like them. I hope they will bring a smile to your face and remind you that I appreciate you.
Please take care of yourself Sherlock. I need you at the bakery and miss your presence even if I'm a bit mad at you.
Sincerely,
Y/n Y/l/n……
….. The next morning he walked Sherlock’s back to his neatly put up self. He walked up behind the counter to where you were while the bakery was about to open. “Y/n umm i wanted to apologize for yesterday's events. And I am truly sorry for not speaking to you in the past week. It's just-”. He sighs trying to find the right words. “My partner Watson has gone missing and i’ve been worried trying to find him and-”. Right then and there you give him a tight hug.
“You don’t have to explain anything Sherlock just thank you for coming in today��� You say still hugging him tight . “Thank you Y/n Y/l/n, I love you”. He whispered the last part to himself not wanting you to hear how he really feels about you. Maybe he does fancies you, you think too yourself.
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hunterwritesstuff · 3 months
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Platonic Alastor with a reader who he knew in life? Perhaps?
Of course! Going off of like, reader being one of Al's victims here, hope that's okay! <3
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🦌📻 Your first meeting is totally normal!
🦌📻 "HELLO! WELCOME TO THE HAZBIN HOTEL! MY NAME IS ALASTOR, I AM THE FACILITIES MANAGER OF THIS FINE PLACE, HOW MAY I HELP YOU?"
🦌📻 He looks you over, his smile remaining, but growing more...confused.
🦌📻 "DO I...KNOW YOU?"
🦌📻 You shrug, explaining that you don't know, you just have a really bad headache and that your eyesight seems kinda worse than usual.
🦌📻 Alastor being Alastor, drags you over to the bar to have a couple drinks.
🦌📻 He waits until you get drunk off your ass, then he GRILLS YOU for information that you remember about your life.
🦌📻 Anytime he thinks you may be sobering up, he gets you another drink.
🦌📻 He WILL get the information he needs.
🦌📻 Then you mention two names that gets his smile to drop slightly.
🦌📻 Mortimer and Ramona. Mortimer and Ramona [REDACTED].
🦌📻 The glass Alastor is holding shatters IMMEDIATELY.
🦌📻 Husk immediately slinks off, knowing that this isn't good.
🦌📻 Alastor demands how you know those names.
🦌📻 You drunkenly say that you lived down the road from them and hung out with their son a lot.
🦌📻 That's when it all clicks for him.
🦌📻 That's why he recognized you.
🦌📻 "Y....Y/N/N...?"
🦌📻 You perk up. You hadn't heard that nickname in years.
🦌📻 From then on, it's smooth sailing for your two's friendship, aside from him occasionally looking at you with remorse and regret in his eyes, but that's. probably fine! :)
Hope ya enjoy!
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stiricidewrites · 3 months
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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 27, pt 4
Hello everyone~! I hope everyone had a good weekend! I started reading a new series and am obsessed. It's been a while since I was this feral for something, and all I want to do is go back to it @_@
Previously~
CW: passing mention of alphas around jgs being pricks
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He grimaced slightly, turning back towards the group. Even the idea of being more like his father—more like the Jin he was supposed to be—made him cringe. He could probably leave everyone to deal with finding lwj without much guilt, but if something bad happened, if his friend or any one of the teenagers got hurt, he’d never be able to forgive himself—especially not if a drunk lwj ended up doing the hurting. Wiping your hands of a situation only worked if the consequences, good or bad, weren’t going to matter to you in the end. You had to wipe your hands and heart of everything and never look back, and he couldn’t do that.
The teenagers, under the command of one of the local alpha girls, had begun sorting itself into smaller groups of two to four people. They were surprisingly organized and jzxuan couldn’t help but be a little impressed, even if after a few moments of listening to them chat and plan he realized they were treating this entire situation like a game. Apparently they played some kind of hunting game in the woods quite often, although usually not so late into the evening or in groups. In passing, he had heard about such games. It hadn’t been <i>in</i> in at least a few decades to do mating runs—although he was sure his cousin had talked about bringing them back once, under the banner of alpha rights and tradition—but he had heard of people running similar, more lighthearted events in order to let off steam. Not while anyone was in heat or a rut, of course. No, they were just games of very serious hide and seek among friends… friends, which he didn’t particularly have, so while jzxuan had heard about these friendship runs he had never been invited to any himself.
Several of the teenagers, he noted, were calling their parents, letting them know what was up—or, at least some watered down version of what was up. Most were claiming it was a spontaneous game because the night was just so nice. No, no one was in heat. Yes, it was getting late so they were working in groups. No, they wouldn’t be running off by themselves or fucking or getting anywhere too close to the Jiang compound.
<i>“Are they usually this careful to keep clear of Lotus Pier,”</i> jzxuan wondered as he slid his phone— which had died shortly after they had begun their return journey to Lotus Pier—out of his pocket, <i>”or is it because that alpha died? Or just because there are so many strange alpha wandering around there in general?”</i>
He didn’t blame them. Whenever any of sort of mating event was held in any of the Jin estates he and his brother made sure their omega siblings weren’t anywhere to be found, and mysteriously—as in his brother had secretly arranged—more and more thick, beefy betas showed up to guard their omega staff against any alphas who got out of hand. Who were these betas? Allegedly, they were relatives of the staff, come to visit for a few days. Of course, every time the betas were different, or they were the same but at different estates, relatives of completely different omegas each time. He suspected his father knew what was happening—as much as the man was generally self-centred and uncaring he was rather observant—but perhaps the annoyance of having to hire actual pr*stitutes, or listen to annoyed alphas who couldn’t just fuck their way through the place, was less annoying that dealing with pregnant omegas demanding compensation from whoever had fucked them, probably without their consent.
He pressed futilely at the power button, willing it to turn on so he could at least get contact info for someone—anyone—in Lotus Pier. His brother, nmj, fuck, even his aunt. He had heard jyl ask if any of the teenagers were able to contact anyone, but they had all said no, a few giggling after someone quietly muttered that once they had had her brother’s info, but there was no reason to keep it when he had become so miserable to be around.
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onyourhyuck · 2 years
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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨.| (M) | PT 8.
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synopsis; park areum is a small journalist who gets mistaken for a sex worker one day. she gets kidnapped and then given to lee jeno, an infamous mafia for creating war and havoc.
warnings; lower caps intended!!, part 8/20, action, fighting scenes, short love triangle, mafia romance, cursing/mature language, jeno falls in love hard, !jealous mafia jeno, enemies to lovers, smut!!, makeout scenes, gripping, degrading, praising, jeno is a bit of a dick but we been knew. park areum is a bad bitch <3.
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It has been four days since areum and jeno were waiting to be picked up from the emergency home. Aruem was starting to get slightly anxious but she concealed it by keeping herself busy. sometimes the next door neighbours mr and ms kim would beg her to babysit their children while they are unable to keep an eye on them due to work. in which areum would say yes and jeno would be helping along with the children.
knowing now that he likes children a lot, it starts to show how good he actually can be with children. almost as if it were a trait he naturally had. areum was glad to give jeno the opportunity to do this despite his complicated work load.
Other than that the two were getting more close after their deep conversation the other day! areum felt slightly more understanding on Jeno.
ms kim hums sitting down next to areum. “thank you so much for looking over dali and daehyun.” she said in a grateful tone, areum smiles. “it’s really nothing jeno- i mean my fiancé loves children.” she casually slips her tongue remembering that she made some bs story up.
ms kim nods understanding. “I can tell he does. by the way, do you perhaps want to have a drink with me and other women at my house?” areum would pause as she shares a glance to jeno. “i mean, i don’t see why not?”
“alright! i’ll make sure to prepare a seat for you.” ms kim claps her hands together before walking out of the house. “see you around 8!”
what could go wrong right?
areum stands in front of ms kims house, knocking gently. the older woman comes into view opening the door to let the girl in. “welcome areum! Come sit sit.” she slightly purses as areum was told to go into the living room.
a few younger girls and older woman wave towards areum. maybe they live nearby the city here?
“hello, my name is areum” she said shyly and the girls gave a welcoming smile. most of them were already drinking so Aruem helps herself to sip a shot of soju, and eventually that one soju turns into fifteen in the span of ten minutes.
“so how old are you Aruem?” ms shin asks. areum hums, “twenty three.”
“you’re this young and already engaged?” the younger girl who is about twenty gasps. areum smirks, “don’t get married that young like me!” areum slurs.
areum mutters to herself, her body feeling the sight of chemical reaction from alcohol and it’s effects— such as blurry vision and no control over what she can say.
“why unnie?” one girl trails in confusion. areum scoffs, “the man i’m engaged to! wait who am who am i engaged to…I’m not engaged.” areum blabbers.
ms kim slightly laughs. “oh my, i guess she is a light weight.”
“tell me about it ms kim,” ms shin said in disbelief. areum sips another shot down her throat,the sensation of the alcohol becoming addictive to keep drinking.
the night was young and free, and who else felt like they were free from worries? park areum sure does. she was smiling, laughing, slightly tipsy (way too tipsy) and a life of a party for the other people. although she was drunk, she had some slight consciousness of her whereabouts. like where she was and who she was thankfully.
areum wraps her arms around ms kim as she takes her outside towards the cabin opposite her own. areum slightly whined, “oh ms kim why are you ending the party so early!”
ms kim nervously laughs. “areum you’re slightly more drunk than expected, rest a bit with your husband and stuff.” the girl squints her eyes pouting at the older woman holding her tightly. “i’m not married! gosh why is everyone saying that”
ms kim gently laughs. “then who am i taking you to?” areum points to the cabin that belongs to jeno. “a mafia lives there.”
ms kim turns to areum on disbelief. perhaps it was all drunk talk, ms kim thought. “very funny areum,” ms kim told.
jeno opens the door to be met with a drunk girl being held by a fragile older woman. the man lifts areum by her arm, holding her close to his chest. ms kim gave a short smile. “your wife is a big light weight!”
areum blows away the small soft brown hair strands away from her face. “i am not married ms kim!”
jeno clears his throat hearing areum’s enraged voice. “I’ll— take care of her. sorry for the trouble ms kim.” jeno closes the door and turns to areum with eyebrows raised. “you didn’t tell me you were going to drink, do you know how dangerous that could be?” he deadpans.
“so what you aren’t my husband” areum playfully said as she giggles, jeno clicks the edge of his tongue. “Y’know what I’m not going to argue with you.” he lifts areum on his shoulder knowing damn well how she acts when she doesn’t want something to happen. plus if he didn’t carry her she would probably kick his balls like the last time.
areum felt the light sensation of the cold bedsheets underneath her, she rolls around before jeno takes off the shoes off her feet. areum groans slightly holding her head, now a headache incoming.
he saw areum holding her head in pain and shakes his head. “that is what happens when you drink areum, was it worth it?” he asks in slight mock. the girl rolls her eyes, “you’re still a little bitch even though I’m drunk i guess i can’t block that out.” areum quickly shot. jeno glares going forward to areum.
she drunkly leans forward finding the sharp serious facial expression extremely satisfying and hot, in ways she can’t truly explain it herself. areum once leaned down to him then does something that left the boy shocked.
his eyes sharply watch areum who was nevertheless intoxicated. areum’s hands roughly grip his collar throwing him on the side where she pins him to the bed. he clenched his jaw when the girl’s soju scented lips breathe on top of his own.
“areum,” his lips slightly quiver when the woman now on top of him puts a finger on the lips. without saying anything further, areum quickly retreats back. he wondered what for but he should’ve stayed curious at this point.
areum fearlessly takes her top off, jeno watching with slight confusion. he can’t believe he has to deal with a drunken woman that is genuinely worse than a drunken mad man.
revealing the black laced bra, assuming the heat of the alcohol was now raising areum’s body temperature. so her clothes start to bother her. she sighs out of relief. “that’s better.”
jeno keeps staring catching himself looking a little TOO long at her body, the way she looks both endlessly beautiful. areum had slight drunk flush from the soju on her face, colouring her skin. he looks away in disbelief not believing this situation. “that’s enough, go to sleep.” jeno demands in a serious tone. areum huffs, “you don’t tell me what to do mr mafia man.” she grumbled.
“oh but i do,” jeno darkly said holding areum’s face bringing her close to him once again. she couldn’t help but think that jeno loves doing this sort of action with her face because he has done it a little too many times before in the past. yet everytime he does it, her heart skips a beat like crazy.
“not so talkative now, are you areum?” jeno jeers, his patience was running thin and areum truly was testing his patient and his will to control himself honestly. the woman bites the bottom lip as a strong scent coming from Jeno’s body starts to diffuse in her sense of smell.
she slowly blurts out. “you smell so good,” this causing the man underneath her to darkly watch her sniffle close to his neck. the actions she was doing so seemingly was now tickling the neck area of jeno. areum moves her head now close to Jeno’s face who held a dark warning expression to areum. he wasn’t playing with her.
her lips staring down to the lips she wishes to crave so badly, something about the alcohol made jeno look irresistible and she has no idea why. the man underneath moves his head on the side when areum moved close to kiss his lip. he avoided it the moment he saw her predictable lustful eyes.
jeno saw her expression fall apart soon going into a frown. she whined, “i knew it!” she shouts.
he raised his eyebrow as he pushes finally areum off his waist. he sits up, sighing. “that you’re a pain in the ass?” he said in rhetorical manner.
areum shakes her head as she leans on the bed finally alone. “that you aren’t my husband! everyone said to me that you were,” she sits back up watching jeno. “if you were my husband you wouldn’t of rejected my kiss.”
“as if anyone wants to be your husband, areum.” jeno said with slight disgust to it. areum leans back into the pillows on the bed, jeno slowly tucks her in, murmuring. “such a pain in the ass.”
“no you,” areum said back with eyes closed. the girl was asleep already but she could still talk back to jeno? the girl was truly something else. jeno looks back at her confused.
he was about to question it but he slowly walks away from the bed, closing the light.
“she really is my karma or something” jeno rubs his head, he knows he has done bad things in this life but did he really have to meet someone like areum in his life?
life would be so much easier if it was just him.
jeno walks to the porch outside finally noticing a green sparking fire work in the distance. his expression darkens with a small smile. endless lights from the car headers roaring their engine to the cabin.
armed men on the side running forward patrolling the area in caution.
“took you long enough to get here.” jeno said as the familiar boy in front of him came into view.
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allwaswell16 · 1 year
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Hello Anitra, some weeks ago I sent you an ask for a fic rec about HL (1 of them) working at the hospital and the other had an accident and had to go there and you wrkte in tags that you were trying to see if you could do a small fic rec bc there weren’t too much or if not, you’ll add it to your list, but it’s not there and I can’t find the small fic rec because tumblr search works when it wants 🥲🥲🥲 hope I’m not bothering you!
Hiiii! Sorry it's taken a bit to get back to this! Here are some fics that fit what you're looking for! (There were more than I thought!) Happy reading!
-Injured Character/Hospital Staff Fics-
If It Means A Lot To You by themasqueraded (NR, 25k)
20 year old Harry works at one of the best hospitals of London and he's got his whole life figured out. It all works out until a beautiful, injured boy comes along.
i carry your heart in mine by millsx (G, 18k)
It all starts with Harry covering a shift for his colleague. It ends in old wounds, resurfaced feelings and an ex-boyfriend Harry never really got over.
fight me breathless by sideofzemblanity (M, 7k)
Louis Tomlinson has no idea why he’s in a London hospital for asthma, but enter Harry Styles, his doctor, who he definitely doesn’t think is hot, and he’s left wondering if asthma is why he can’t seem to breathe properly with his doctor around.
When You Really Love Christmas by @jaerie (E, 5k)
Harry really loves Christmas. It lands him in the hospital with a Christmas tree stuck up his ass.
Slip into Your Arms by @ohpleaselarry (NR, 4k)
“Am I too old to ask for a cast that isn’t just plain white?”
The nurse laughs easily, shaking her head fondly as she continues to scribble on her little clipboard. Louis sets his free (non-broken) hand under his chin and sighs, peeking at the clock for the fifth time in the last minute. Waiting for doctors sucks. Waiting for doctors to come and fix up your throbbing hand while your head pounds and it’s Christmas- that really sucks.
I Don't Care It's Obvious by RedRidingStiles (M, 4k)
“You mind telling me what happened?” Harry asks.
“Well Lou here thought it would be a great idea to ride his board down the big hill on fifth street, you know the one right? Anyways he's going at least fifteen miles down that bitch and ends up falling off halfway down due to the fact he can't hold his liquor worth a shit.” The blonde explains, his words only slightly slurred as the two boys follow Harry down the hallway to an empty patient room.
“Excuse me, Niall, not all of us are Irish bloody fuckers who can - ah, ah, ow, motherfucking shooting pains, shit,” The injured one, Lou, says. Harry wonders if it’s a nickname.
“He kinda hit his head when he fell too, it's gonna be hard to tell considering some of the shit that comes out of his mouth usually but,” The dark-haired one pipes up, his voice soft and raspy.
“Piss off. I don’t even know why you two are still here, Curly here and I can have fun all by ourselves, right Curly?” Louis slurs, peaking up at Harry through his messy fringe. Harry tried his hardest to ignore the little flutter of fondness that struck his chest, he was a professional, even if cute drunk boys with broken limbs don't often stumble into his ER room as often as you'd think.
Temporary Fix by winterpillowtalk (T, 4k)
Harry as a doctor? You bet is he. 
Charm Your Pants Off by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou (G, 2k)
When Harry hurt himself in front of all of his coworkers, he thought his Christmas Eve couldn’t get any worse. That was, until he ended up in an actual ambulance.
Perhaps the gentle and ridiculously attractive doctor he meets at the hospital can make his trip (pun absolutely intended) worth it?
Green Jello by orphan_account (T, 2k)
In Liam’s defense, he’d mostly been joking.
Louis didn’t see it that way, of course, but he wasn’t sure anyone else would either, had their best friend dared them to jump into the ocean in the middle of December “for the vine,” and they’d ended up in the hospital with a nasty case of pneumonia and a very high chance of being stuck there through Christmas.
Louis is stuck in the hospital for the holidays. The only spot of hope is his unfairly pretty nurse.
Sugar Let Me Be Your Passenger by teddy9 (G, 2k)
Someone must have deemed the situation serious enough to transport Louis somewhere else because when he regains consciousness he is notably not on the field. No he must have fatally injured himself and ended up in heaven. All of those half-hearted prayers to the big man when he needed to pass an exam at uni or make rent that month must have paid off because he was definitely in heaven if the celestial being above him was anything to go by. or
Louis gives himself a concussion playing football and Harry is the EMT who takes care of him and endures his shameless flirting on the way to the hospital
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theascndncy · 6 months
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            Hello  and  welcome  to  theascndncy.  This  is  an  independent,  selective,  private,  20+  Star  Wars  multimuse.  This  blog  will  contain  heavy/dark  themes  and  is  plot  driven  most  of  the  time.  Inspirations  for  my  muses  come  from  Timothy  Zahn's  books,  slightly  leaning  more  towards  the  Legends/EU  books,  and  a  mix  with  my  headcanons.  Rules  and  muse  list  will  be  under  the  cut  plus  any  other  helpful  links  will  be  found  down  below.
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          Interest   tracker.   Muses.   Promo.           Other blogs: obi-wan. caleb.           Affiliated: perhaps soon!
                            little muse list until I make a better thingy: Primary: Eli Vanto, Ufsa'mak'ro, Ar'alani, Cohbo'rik'ardok, Brierly Ronan Secondary: Che'ri, Mitth'ras'safis, Mitth'ali'astov, Irizi'in'daro, Un'hee
                             Rules to follow! I'll keep it simple: Mun: My name's AJ! I love characters, love talking about them all the time. I love to read and write. I mostly read horror, and recently found it's actually a favorite genre of mine. I'm a nerd, a dork, hella shy, and would love to be your friend!
Please be kind and respectful! If there are any issues with me, please come to me in an appropriate manner. I don't bite, I promise. We all know we can't read each other's minds!
Muses. As it goes, my primary muses are ones I probably will have most muse for, and will be my go to muses for starter calls or unspecified memes (but pretty please specify muse). Primary & Secondary muses can shift position or be removed depending on interaction. I may add muses as I see fit in the future. I will make any posts indicating any updates.
NS.FW. It will maybe be present on this blog. Most of my muses and mun are of age. I probably won't dive too much into, but it's a possibility. I will tag it accordingly if I do, or make a sideblog for such things.
Shipping. I love to ship. I'm opened to it as long as we both are good with it, and talk about our muses to see if they click.
Controversial characters. Totally down to write with any type of character. I won't limit myself. If this bothers you, please do not follow.
Triggers. I'll tag what I can/remember. I will NOT write with drunk muses. This doesn't need to be tagged for your threads, I just don't want to deal with it one-on-one.
OCs/Fandoms. Totally chill with OCs, just have some type of an about page. I can try and fit my muses into anything, and will follow blogs I can see working (even if I don't know the fandom).
Be patient! I have a full time job and a few other blogs I hop on. I usually go with the flow, see what muse I have. Plus please be aware that I struggle with depression. Some Days are good and others not so much.
OOC. I love to chat ooc. Through IMs or discord. Whatever works for you. Although, discord is only open to mutuals.
Icons. Half of my muses do and half don’t have icons. In all honesty I probably won't use them too much. I'm definitely okay with not using them straight up either.
Disney Star Wars/Sequels. Okay so... I am not a big fan of the sequels. I won't take much from most of Disney live action shows, but I am not a grouch! I'm very much open to talking to find a common ground for plotting!
MUTUALS ONLY!!!!
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TRICK OR TREAT!
A treat for you, because you’ve been very good for Mr. Spider!
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Hello John, apologies for the spam, but I wanted to make sure you were still existing in this world we fear to be perceived in.
I’m assuming you’re not asleep. You always did prefer to relisten to tma the night before school starts (slightly strained). I would try very hard to stop reading; there’s no likelihood you’ll just hurt yourself. So just stop.
Now, shall we not turn the page and try again?
Oh, you're still reading this? You're more stubborn than Blurbo from my shows.
[THE BIG BOY MAN MAKES A PAINED COUPLE OF SOUNDS VERY IN CHARACTER, AS IF HE’S TRYING TO TEAR HIMSELF AWAY FROM THE FACT THAT THE MECHANISMS FANDOM IS DEAD AND PHYSICALLY CANNOT.]
[WHEN HE PICKS THE STATEMENT BACK UP, THE WORDS SOUND LIKE THEY’RE BEING TORN FROM HIS LIPS BY SOMEONE WITH THE NAME OF JONNY D'VILLE.]
Statement of Alexander Jolene Newall (or known as Alexander Jalexander Newlaxender) regarding the inevitable truth of World War 3.
Statement
Does
Something
[A SLAP ON THE TABLE – OR A CRACK? SPOOKY.]
I hope you’ll forgive me for the talk of Bruno, but I have lost many stocks to make this work, a culmination of two days of work. It’s rare that you get the chance to [REDACTED] through another, and you can’t tell me you’re not jumping at the chance to not miss your bus.
Why does a Trexal Giestman?
It’s a simple enough answer: for nothing and nothing. Inspired, perhaps, but –MY JOHN. The loss, not simply of the bright and awesome sauce reality of the world in which you do not live, but that you would, quite willingly, save that world and lead the SOUTHERN MOTHER FUCKING DEMOCRATIC REPLUBICANS to an eternity of happiness and love, all to lose your own sadness, to place yourself beyond hope and living and love.
It is an amazing thing to know about yourself, but - TO THE FREEDOM TO THE REVOLUTION - ,Big Boy, the - TO THE FREEDOM TO THE REVOLUTION - of it all. I have not dedicated my life to taking the world to these My Little Ponies all for my own loss, and I feel… nothing but
*tears*
Not satisfied with the result. (I will never be satisfied~)
I am to be a favored son of a Round Table, and I shall never die.
I believe there are far more people who claim their name is No One in this world that would take that bargain than you would ever guess. And I have lost to all of them.
Of course, this desire definitely manifested overnight. When Jonny first gathered our little band – Ashes, Toy Soldier, and the rest – to make and sing on the nature of the things he had learned from his adventures of a Space Pirate, I felt what I believe we all felt: curiosity, and fear.
But as he compiled his taxonomy and codified his AU's on the cultural phenomenons, I began to develop a very not specific concern. Tim was so obsessed with his ideas on architecture, even as our fellows began to become drunk space pirates and throw em in the airlock til their sober.
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flowerinyourcare · 2 years
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Reminiscence of the Unfinished Wine - Login Story 1 (09/11/2022)
Snow: Haiiiiii~! How are you doing this morning, Leno?
Lennox: Hello, Sir Snow. I am doing well. How can I help you?
Snow: ………
Lennox: Is something wrong?
Snow: No, I was simply… moved by the unshakeable lack of passion in your response.
Lennox: I didn't mean to…
Lennox: …..Oh, perhaps I should have commented on Sir Snow being in his adult form.
Snow: Good, that's better.
Snow: Well, I am appearing in this form for a reason.
Snow: All the crusty old booze-hound wizards are out today, correct?
Lennox: I believe Lord Faust told me he was departing for a harvest festival in the Western countryside.
Lennox: I don't know the details, but a friend of Shylock's makes wine there…
Snow: Indeed. However, since we were abandoned by those old drunks, I would like to host our own harvest festival here at the Manor this evening. I have come to invite you to join the festivities.
Snow: A mature festival, arranged by adults, and only for the adults - the ones who were cruelly left behind, that is. That would be why I came to you in this form.
Lennox: ….I see. I'm sorry, but may I ask a couple questions first?
Snow: You may.
Lennox: Thank you. First, why are you not attending the Western festival with the others?
Snow: While we adore festivals, White and I usually don't drink. And yet, despite that…
Lennox: In other words, the two of you wanted to go with the others.
Snow: We wanted to stomp grapes too~! We wanted to play with the grapes too~!
Lennox: …….I understand. However, how would we have a "harvest" festival at the Manor? To my knowledge, we do not have grapes to harvest.
Snow: No need to fret. As we speak, White is planting seeds for a magical variety of grape known as "Violet Serpent" in the courtyard.
Lennox: "Violet Serpent"...?
Snow: It's a peculiar little variety of grape that grows at an astounding rate when infused with magic.
Snow: It's said to look like a giant snake as it stretches its tendrils out, reaching to ensnare its victims.
Snow: So let's harvest, toss, stomp, and lose ourselves in the revelry of the Violet Serpent!
Lennox: "Victims"? Is it dangerous?
Snow: Oh, absolutely. Rumor has it that it will trap and eat humans and weaker wizards for its nourishment. It's a troublesome plant, but the fruit tastes truly exquisite.
Snow: A perfect, adults-only plant for an adults-only festival. Doesn't it simply make your heart race?
???: Uwaa---!
Lennox: That shout just now…
Snow: Hohoho. It seems a younger wizard may have arrived at the festival a little early.
Lennox: Please excuse my interruption. I'm a little worried that they might be in trouble, and I would like to investigate.
Snow: ……Ah, off he goes. Lennox is quite the worrier, even though White is no doubt handling the situation.
Snow: Well, no use dwelling on it. Let's see… next, I shall go extend my invitation to dearest Figgy!
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link to this tl on twitter, slightly edited
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deerydear · 7 months
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I've kept trying to say, "here is the shape of my wound", but the facts are not sterile. They take on a personality of their own. They do not lie cold and dead, because I am alive. It is part of me. I am here. Hello.
I enjoy life.
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If one tries to impose, "This is the way that this should be", a voice is liable to come from around the corner, "No, I don't think so. I like it better, the way it is."
Are you to say that viruses shouldn't exist?
Well, those viruses might have their own opinion on the matter.
Are you scared of other people?
It seems to me that you are scared of the possibilities that other people preclude. It seems like you try to hide away wrapped inside yourself; only to find that "yourself" is a weave made up of all of your ancestors, friends, and enemies; the places you go, the food you eat, the people you love. It's all inside of you. Literally, in your cells. You breathe in the air that other people have breathed. The water we drink has been drunk time immemorial, again and again... by every animal, creature, beast.
Perhaps before there was shape, there was personality... and the personality formed the shape, such as a snail forms its shell.
In that last post about the trees:
"He makes these blunders sound like conscious, sentient decisions, when they’re really variations in the way that natural selection has arranged the tree’s unthinking hormonal command system. Wohlleben knows this, of course, but his main purpose is to get people interested in the lives of trees, in the hope that they will defend forests from destructive logging and other threats."
This makes me laugh, because some scientists say the same about human beings: that our personalities are largely genetic. So do we have a choice? I say so.
What of epigenetics?
I naturally am like my father, in many ways.... but I felt like I wanted to intellectually understand my mother's behaviour. I chose to change to become like her, even though I knew it was a detrimental shape to grow into. I saw how it looked from the outside.
The guiding factor is personality. I chose that. I...
Can you scientifically prove an "I"?
What are you?
"Who is asking? Why are you asking?"
You see, to ask means to have intent. Intent comes from a living creature. You are not objective. You are a subject. You are part of the world you study.
Saying this brings me joy.
I was reminded last night of the MAGI computers.
"You can feel their creator's personality in them, huh?" "I thought you created them." "I only created the system uplinks. The one who created the basic theorem and the mainframe was my mother." -------------------------
"Hey, how about telling me about the MAGI? Just a little?" "It's a long story. A long, boring story. Do you know about personality transplant OS?"
"Yes, it's for implanting an individual's personality into a seventh generation computer so it can think. The same technology is used for operating the Evas. I've heard MAGI's programming used one of the first test subjects." "My mother developed the technology." "So, it was her personality that was transplanted?" "Right! In a very real sense, these brains are my mother." "Is that why you wanted to protect the MAGI?" "I don't think so. I didn't really like my mom.
This was a decision as a scientist." --------------------------------------- "The night before she died, my mother told me that the MAGI are three aspects of herself. Herself as a scientist. Herself as a mother. Herself as a woman. The three aspects of her struggle for dominance inside the MAGI. She intentionally implanted the dilemmas of human experience.
Actually, each of the three programs are slightly different. I don't think I'll ever be a mother, and I don't really understand her as a mother. I respected her as a scientist. However, as a woman, I hated her."
"You're rather talkative today." "Only sometimes." ..... "Casper contains the program of her as a woman. She stayed a woman to the last. How totally like my mother."
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