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vanilladove · 2 months

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~ valentines with the bsd men!

divider creds plutism

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: various bsd men x gn!reader [dazai, atsushi, ranpo, fukuzawa, nikolai, fyodor, sigma, bram, chuuya, akutagawa, oda, ango, jouno, tecchou]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: fluffy headcanons (some crack hehe)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: none! i also imagine all of them wearing suits🙈

~武装探偵社 armed detective agency

dazai osamu

planned out your valentines day date at work (got yelled at by kunikida)

buys you a nice outfit to match his suit and styles his hair like how it was in the dead apple movie o////o

after dinner, you both go on a moonlit walk around yokohama and stop by the bridge overlooking the river dazai asks you to commit a double suicide

you mostly enjoy each other's company in silence, and dazai just admires you (secretly taking pictures of you under the moonlight)

he whispers sweet nothings into your ear and you find yourselves at the Lupin bar

you both drink too much and show too much pda, giggling through the taxi ride home

you're awaited by a bed covered in rose petals, lingerie/boxers and more sake...🤭

atsushi nakajima

SUCH A FREAKING SWEETHEART

definitely didn't sleep at all the night before bc he was nervous about preparations (i'd like to think you're his first partner :3)

called akutagawa for help but he's also just as single...

ends up making you glitter roses (there's glitter all over his dorm now) and a valentines box filled with your favorite things ♡

he definitely has a cute speech for you about why he fell in love with you and how much he cares for you (one/both of you ends up in tears lol)

you guys end the night with a movie + lots of cuddles!

ranpo edogawa

valentines day is his second favorite holiday after halloween bc of all the candy + sweet treats associated with it

buys enough chocolate and snacks to feed yokohama (most of it is just for his secret snack collection...)

organizes a small at-home date where you both make chocolate-covered strawberries + heart-shaped treats

tried to prepare a romantic speech but it ended up being a 'why you're lucky to have me' speech...

gives you those cheesy 'i love you' candies + candy necklaces

you both get insane sugar crashes and don't even make it to dinner or the special valentines book scene he made poe write for you😔

fukuzawa yukichi

secretly very romantic

he takes you on a private picnic in a sakura tree field (it's literally perfect); you have bentos, plum sake, and daifuku. the cherry blossoms fall peacefully over you two ♡

would write a sweet poem/haiku for you and gift you a lavish yukata

you reminisce about the cute moments in your relationship and stay until sunset

you surprise him by taking him to a cat cafe on the way home hehe

~天人五衰 decay of angels

nikolai gogol

thinks the traditional valentines day norms (chocolate, roses, and dinner) are boring

takes you to an amusement park (bonus if it's valentines-themed) instead

drags you with him on every ride--hopefully, you don't have motion sickness or a fear of heights

you eat so much fair food, and he never misses the chance to lick powdered sugar or cotton candy off your lips

takes you to the games section and laughs at your failed attempts. once you're frustrated enough, he wins even though the games are rigged and gets you a giant stuffed animal

you get matching face tattoos and braided hairstyles (he ends up doing it himself bc he's better than the employees lol)

on the ferris wheel, you both share an intimate kiss and he pulls out some roses (they end up being the clown ones though and splashing water all over your face :0)

fyodor dostoyevsky

asked you to be his valentine with one of those cheesy coding things (iykyk)

plans a romantic tea date for you both with lots of russian treats

composes a piece for you and plays it on his cello (forces nikolai and sigma to provide instrumental support in the background)

spends most of his time talking with you, since he's usually always busy

buys a matching ushanka for you, along with european chocolates, and your favorite flowers

you end up falling asleep in his arms reading together

sigma

this is probably his first valentines day ever so he spent a lot of time on social media to find out what people usually get for their partners

definitely uses the sky casino's amenities to put on an extravagant display for you--dancers/live music, a fancy bubble bath with rose petals + candles, couple's massage

has an intimate dinner with you in his office with the sunset in the background

he gifts you lego flowers that you end up building together and gets flustered if you gave him a gift, too♡

bram stoker

GOTHIC VALENTINES!!!!

takes you to his castle and prepares a fancy royal dinner for you

plays instrumental music from his radio but he didn't pay for spotify premium so you awkwardly listen to ads every few songs...😔

gives you pretty jewelry and black roses encased in glass (beauty in the beast style!)

takes you to the balcony and you both have an intimate night chat, which draws some rare smiles and chuckles from him

softly hugs and kisses you, grateful for your warmth and company will suck your blood if you let him

~ポートマフィアport mafia

chuuya nakahara

the definition of a romantic bf...pls

first of all, you wake up with those gigantic boxes of roses that celebs always get, accompanied by a sweet handwritten letter and a custom outfit for the day

he then picks you up in his helicopter and flies you to a vineyard where you make your own wine and drink one he secretly made for you when you both started dating

at the vineyard, a PRIVATE CHEF cooks a fancy 5-course meal for you both to enjoy, and chuuya insists on feeding you the first bite

expect a lot of heartfelt, drunken speeches and passionate french kisses out of nowhere...

on the ride home, chuuya almost crashes the helicopter bc he's so drunk, but his ability saves you both hehe

he ballroom dances with you until you both fall asleep in each other's arms🥹

akutagawa ryunosuke

like atsushi and sigma, this is his first valentines. he asks chuuya for advice but thinks all his suggestions are corny

he ends up settling on making you some red baked goods with gin's help and dark chocolate candies

writes you love letters since he's secretly embarrassed to tell you outright how he feels

takes you on a beach date and lends you his coat if you're cold (he's secretly colder than you after he dips his feet in the water)

you hold hands and talk for a bit under the moonlight until he musters up the confidence to give you his letters and gifts

your happy reaction is worth it and makes him blush ^o^ he hugs you for a long time after you point it out, partly in embarrassment and partly because he loves you so much

chuuya and gin interrogate him about the date after he comes back lol

oda sakunosuke

picks you up from work with flowers, handmade chocolates, and a cute teddy bear

car makeout sesh before going home while you still have some time alone to yourselves

cooks your favorite meal for you and buys you your favorite alcohol

he and the kids bake + decorate a romantic cake for you (it's lowkey ugly but it's the thought that counts!!!) and decorate the house with heart balloons, cute drawings, and candles

you both eat with all the kiddos and sleep together on the same bed ♡

ango sakaguchi

almost forgot it was valentines day bc he was too absorbed in his work...his assistant had to remind him lol

takes you to a classic fancy dinner & buys you your favorite flowers

gifts you your favorite books and some sexy lingerie/boxers (his assistant probably snuck in some toys

your little date helps him relax for once and takes his stress away

gets clingy the next day and keeps trying to call/text you because he misses your presence (dazai and his coworkers tease him nonstop about it)

~猟犬 hunting dogs

jouno saigiku

guys why are there no valentines day cards for these mfs does no one like them or what

takes you to a secluded place away from his annoying coworkers the noisy city

cooks you dinner and gifts you gold jewelry (likely a matching rope bell earring) and some soft sweaters :)

you try to play some board and card games together, but he wins everytime because he can guess your next move based on your heartbeat and movements

after you give up, you both just end up cuddling, and he rambles about his recent missions and office stories

showers you with kisses and caresses; purposely teases your pulse points to get a reaction from you

although you give him gifts (i think he would really like noise-cancelling headphones), his favorite one is your praise. he can't stop blushing when you list off all the reasons you love him hehe

tecchou suehiro

tecchou would take you on a romantic cabin getaway!

you go on a cute couple's hike (it's supposed to be along a heart shaped trail)

he's kind of directionally challenged and gets lost along the way...

as an apology, he gives you the chocolates he bought for you (they melted from the heat though)

he eventually finds his way through the surrounding landscape and you find a secret waterfall connected to a beautiful lake

you both go swimming to cool off and end up laughing off the whole situation

when you get back to the cabin, you order takeout (do not let this man cook) and look through the pictures you took on your hike

he gifts you some plum blossoms he picked on the hike ♡

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arthenaa · 4 months

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UN Village — roommate!mizu x f!reader

synopsis: a glimpse into the life after being 'just' roommates.

content: 18+, nsfw, gay ass sex, gay ass losers, gay gay gay, short domestic glimpses of your life with mizu as your gf slash roommate slash best friend and your cat named nora. can be read as a one shot, you and mizu call each other bon/bonnie as an endearment, she/her pronouns for both reader and mizu.

author's note: this is a compilation of the requests I received from my inbox! namely the ones requesting hcs plus nsfw parts. (to that one anon with a specific request for the nsfw part, know that ill be going along with some of your ideas! will be tweaking it a bit <3) i also have a hc that mizu is well off ... both bc of her father's hard work and that she also has a stable job despite still being in university. anys, enjoy!

parts: blurred lines, mizu as your roommate

Life as a couple wasn't all that different—a realization you've reached after observing your first few months with Mizu together. Aside from the access to overly exaggerated kisses and must-have energy-charging hugs, things were the same as they were before.

Grocery shopping on Saturdays is still a rotational thing, you cook, she cleans—sometimes when both of you feel a little too lazy to cook dinner, take-outs from that diner near 2nd Street are a must. She walks you to class, drives you to wherever you want, and you buy her her favorite tea as a reward for working hard.

If anything, your domestic rituals have been quite rewarding whenever you've come to the realization that yes, Mizu is yours and that you don't have to deal with all the angsty shit that came with having that realization. Everything was a breeze.

Speaking of working hard, Mizu had been quite busy as of late. Always unintentionally locking herself up in her room or getting home late some days. You knew her schedule well enough that this wasn't a result of her academics but of her work. You never knew how Mizu could balance her work and academic life so well but you suppose that's part of what makes her so ... Mizu.

You could see the exhaustion from the way she touches her temple more often or the bouncing of her knee whenever you two plan on working on requirements at the library (the librarian had been lenient with her judgment after the two of you gave her 'sorry' cookies the other day, it was quite funny). You knew that Mizu was getting overwhelmed with whatever she was dealing with at work.

So, as the loving girlfriend that you are, you wanted to give her a time to rest and motivation to overcome whatever block that's hindering her creativity and process in completing her work.

You make careful footsteps towards her room—shushing Nora who mews softly at your feet. You balance the tray to one arm as the other gently reaches to twist the doorknob. The hinges on the wooden door squeak as you push it open, revealing your girlfriend hunched over her desktop. Her room is as simple as it can be, white walls adorned with a few of her framed pictures—some were posters of her favorite bands and films while the others were collages of her favorite moments, captured by a camera she had bought on her first paycheck. You see the infamous cactus you gifted her on her birthday perched on top of her shelves alongside a few books and comics that she collected over the years. The minimalistic feel of her room does bring a calming effect whenever you enter her space (which is why more often than not, sleepovers are in her room than yours). Your attempts to not disturb her work continue due to the noise-canceling headphones pulled over her head. You see Mizu pinch the bridge of her nose, her glasses nudged up before she adjusts them back on her face. Your eyes soften at the view.

Gently placing the tray on her dresser, you make careful steps towards her hunched figure before moving to wrap your arms around her shoulders. She tenses for a moment but at the whiff of your familiar scent, she immediately melts in your touch. You pull away slightly as she pulls her headphones off, placing it on the table before going back to your previous position.

"Hey," You softly murmur, cheek pressed to her temple. She hums at your voice, eyes still trained on her tablet perched on a stand. "How are you doing?"

Mizu twirls her digital pen in her hand—the stiff length of her pen gliding smoothly along her fingers. She nudges your head to acknowledge your presence. "Fine," She says.

You knew Mizu tends to downplay her feelings a lot. It was a common problem you both encountered throughout both your friendship and relationship. She tends to be more service-giving and prioritizes your welfare over her own. While you truly appreciate her attentiveness to your well-being, it does bring concern whenever she says things that don't really resonate with how she looks and feels. You've since learned to grow atoned to her body language—knowing at a glance at her mannerisms and communicating more definitely helps a lot in the long run.

You place a kiss on her temple, hugging her tight as she focuses back on her task. You decide not to push too much on it. "Did you get assigned new work?"

Mizu hums, nodding slightly as she makes quick notes on her tablet. "Yeah. They needed a lot of manpower on this one."

Your arms move back to grab her shoulders, thumbs making circular motions on the area available to you. Mizu sighs at the feeling. "So it's a big project, huh?"

Mizu nods once more before pausing. There's a slight reprieve as you continue to ease the tense muscles on her shoulders. She then turns slightly, eyes looking up at you both in curiosity and gratefulness. "What's up with you?"

You smile down at her, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her lips before turning towards the tray of her favorite food on her dresser. "Got you some food and your favorite tea."

Mizu lightens up at your words, turning in her office chair and pulling you between her legs. She buries her face on your stomach, hands on your hips. "Thank you, Bonnie."

Her words pull a flush from your cheeks—still getting butterflies from her attention. You gently pat the top of her head, making sure not to stress the already messy bun haphazardly tied on a whim. A few strands of her hair escape the hairdo with each gentle slide of your palm on her head. You let out a grumble, hands making their way to pull the tie off her hair. Mizu chuckles at your movements.

"Was I too quiet?" Mizu asks as she feels your hands run through her hair—gathering all the strands with careful swoops. You hum at her response.

"Not really," You respond as you twist her hair in its usual style before beginning to tie it off with her hair tie. "Why?"

Mizu blinks softly, enjoying your ministrations on her head. She yawns. "I don't know. Just worried that I might've been ignoring you or something."

You pause at the last twist of her tie, gently pulling away to take a look at her face. The exhaustion is evident—bags under her eyes, eyes blinking slow, and the slouch on her posture. However, despite it all, her eyes and face remain softened and loving at the sight of you. A soft smile pulls from your lips.

"You haven't," Your hands gently cup her face as you angled it up towards you. "You don't have to worry about a thing, Mizu. Whatever you need, I'll be right here."

She gazes into your eyes, processing your heartfelt words before a genuine smile bursts from her lips. Your heart thunders at its brightness and you can't help but return its intensity.

"I love you." She murmurs, eyes filled with gratitude. You revel in its warmth.

"I love you too."

"Mizu?" You call out to the empty living room, not noticing the familiar raven-haired girl typically lounging in the living space around this time. You knew because Mizu often tends to do her leisure time in the living room where it has an open space and just an overall change of pace in the morning. You had gone out to do the groceries as Mizu did hers last week. You half expected her to be at the same spot when you returned but didn't overthink it. She was probably back at her room or fixing up that clog in the bathroom. You placed your shoes on the side before walking towards the kitchen to drop the grocery bags.

You begin to place the items in their respective places before realizing another equation to the problem. Nora was also nowhere to be found. Your heart speeds up,

"Nora? Mizu?" You call out, placing the bag of fruits down to find you two missing culprits. "Where are you?"

While Mizu was a generally quiet person and Nora being stealthy like a damn mosquito, they often wandered to your presence and so you expected that your girlfriend would call back and Nora's feet would begin to pitter patter its way towards you. There were only a few other options that you could consider where those two disappeared to. First, Mizu must have taken her out for a walk. Nora tends to be restless in the morning and prefers going out when the sun is high and the temperature is just right. Second, probably in Mizu's bedroom—those two tend to nap when you're not in sight, probably because most of the time their energy is just you with 5% of their actual energy. You decide to go with the second option for now.

You make careful steps towards Mizu's room, knocking on the wooden surface before opening the door. The lights are off and the room's spotless. Mizu must be out. You turn towards your room just in case. You're greeted with the bed you made this morning. You scratch your head in thought, confused as to where those two might have gone.

Just as you begin to worry, the sound of the door's security system unlocking through the keypad resounds through the hallway. You make your way towards the living space to see Mizu with an armful of carboard boxes and Nora trailing behind her. They both pause at the sight of you.

"Oh," Mizu blinks at you as if she had been caught sticking her hand somewhere she shouldn't have. You blink back in response. "You're home."

Nora meows in response to your rather unexpected predicament. Your eyes dart from Mizu, to Nora, to the boxes in Mizu's arms.

"... What's that?" You watch as Mizu gently places the items down with a sigh before turning towards you with a sheepish smile.

"I got Nora a tower," She responds hesitantly, gauging your reaction to her response. There's a few moments of silence as you process the information.

You remain speechless. If anything, you were the one who mostly spoils Nora. Having too much similarities to your grumpy looking girlfriend, you couldn't help but coddle the kitty. Mizu on the other hand tends to bond with cat through silent stares or squinting at each other as if they have their own form of communication. It's safe to say that you're quite amused at the fact that Mizu was the one who brought her

A laugh escapes your lips at the thought, watching as Mizu furrows her eyebrows in confusion while Nora simply meows beside her.

"How did you even—" You cover your mouth in an attempt to calm yourself down from the impending laughter. "When did you even get this?"

Mizu rolls her eyes. "I got it last week. When you had class—" She pauses at the sound of your laughter. "Why is this so funny to you?"

You grin at her grumpy attitude. "I just didn't expect that you'll be the one getting her the tower. I thought you settled for the treats?"

Mizu snorts as she settles down on the carpeted floor, pulling one of the smaller boxes towards her. "Since when was I limited to that?"

You grin excitedly, rushing over to her side with ease. Mizu chuckles at your enthusiasm. You place a kiss on her cheek causing your girlfriend to pause and turn her attention towards you.

"That's so hot of you, Bonnie," You coo, utterly enamored by her. Mizu's soften, the corner of her lips upturned.

There's a softened tension between the two of you as Mizu's eyes roam all over your face. There's a mischievous look on her face. "All it takes for me to get between your legs is a cat tower, really?"

You grin wide at her words. You decide to tease back. "Can you blame me? That's wife material right there."

Mizu drops the box on the floor before finally turning her body to you with an eyebrow upturned. "So you're saying you'll marry me over a cat tower?"

You shrug. "I mean, you, breathing is enough—"

You squeal as you feel the sudden rise of your body from the ground. Mizu sweeps you into her arms, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other gripping your thigh. You flush in her hold as you wrap your legs around her waist.

You squirm in her hold. "Mizu, I didn't say now!"

The raven haired woman pays no attention to your whims as she steps over the boxes and begins to make her way towards her room. "We can do that later." She hums, carrying you with ease.

You turn towards Nora who stares up at both of her parents, innocently licking her paw. "N-Nora!" You whine over Mizu's back. "Nora, help mommy!"

The cat only stretches—letting a loud meow before it jumps on the couch and curls into a ball. You whine at the lack of attentiveness to your apparent danger as your girlfriend chuckles at your try of escaping.

"The cat won't help you, y'know?"

"Mizu!"

"What about this?" Your eyes lock with your girlfriend through the mirror as you fix the front of your dress. Akemi's birthday is just around the corner and plans of going out had been arranged and planned out. The birthday gal had wanted to celebrate her night at a club and your wardrobe lacked the proper attire for an occassion like that. So you went shopping.

The thing is, Mizu had always been your outfit decision-maker. You didn't think much of it before when her gaze landed on yours whenever you showed her an array of outfits for whatever occasion. Now, you feel her stare more intensely as if a knife had delicately touched its tip against your skin and marked its way down with a gentle grip—not enough to harm but enough to entice a reaction.

The dress you chose was satin with a color of your choice—backless and hung around your curves nicely. You subtly turn your body as you admire its simplistic design. Mizu hums from her position on the bed, laying on her side with her elbow propped up to support her weight. You see her tilt her head, eyes taking their sweet time to analyze your figure.

"Bon?" You ask as you turn towards her. Her eyes are half-lidded and you can sense from a mile away the familiar look on her face but you remain ignorant of the tension brewing between you. You choose to turn back towards the mirror, fixing your hair as you adjust the straps. "I don't know if it's fit for a nightclub or an evening dine."

You hear Mizu hum. Just then, you hear shifting on the bed before sock-cladded feet pad through the wooden floors. You see Mizu's figure behind you in the mirror—the subtle size difference of her broad shoulders compared to you heats your cheeks. Her arms make their way around your waist, pulling you flush against her chest as she props her chin on your shoulder. Your eyes lock on the reflection in the mirror as you take careful notes of her appearance. Hair pulled in a half bun, blue eyes devoid of their usual black-rimmed glasses, figure clad in black with a familiar gold chained necklace wrapped loosely around her neck, and her wrist adorned by a silver watch you gifted her on her birthday last year. You heave a breath at the intensity of her stare.

"You look pretty," She mumbles, eyes lost in your figure before placing a soft kiss on your neck. A shiver runs through your spine at her affection, feeling it take course through the expanse of your shoulder. It's slow and soft—making sure each scar and imperfection is not left untouched. You squirm in her arms.

"Mizu," You hum, voice deep and sultry as you lean your head back, allowing her more space to work with. "You're not working with me."

The raven haired gal laughs against your skin as she continues with her ministrations. You feel her hands rumple the fabric, clutching the soft satin material as it bunches up between her fingers. The hem rises up to your thighs, granting your lover a sweet view of home.

"What?" She asks with a teasing tone. You grumble at her mischievous nature. "I was just answering your question."

"I asked if it fit—" You moan slightly as she sucks on the familiar spot behind your ear. "N-not if I was hot. There's a difference."

"Is there?" Her breath hits your ear with a slight deep chuckle of her voice. You feel her trail her kisses towards the nape of your neck, hands beginning to caress your thighs. You watch as the hem of your dress practically rise up to the top of your thighs, granting no sense of decency. You whine as you feel her kiss down your shoulder blades, tongue licking out to mouth at the valley between your shoulders.

"You're so unfair," You breathe out, back arching as she slides her hands to your hips, pulling you back against hers. She smiles, nudging your head to the side as she buries hers against your neck. Your eyes meet at the reflection, gauging each other's response. You would've thought that her ministrations would end then and there but you shouldn't have underestimated your girlfriend. After all, it's always the quiet ones.

Mizu boldly cups your cunt over your dress—a moan escaping your lips. She pulls you flush against her as she nips against the tip of your ears. You remain pinned against her chest, her arm strength keeping you close.

"You fucker," You pant, mouth opening up to a grin as you gripped her arm. She merely gives a you a smirk as she hikes her hand up, grinding her palm against you. Your knees falter.

"I give you my opinion and you curse me out?" Mizu laughs against your ear, placing a peck on your cheek. "Not cute, babe."

"God, you're so annoying," You sigh, hand reaching out to bury itself in Mizu's raven locks. Your girlfriend merely hums, eyes watching you get lost in the pleasure of her fingers. It's as if the fuse in Mizu's head had began to run out of course, she then pulls away from your back and turns you towards her with ease.

You flush as she manhandles you in her arms, pulling you up to wrap your legs around her waist. You grasp at her shoulders at the sudden movement. She pauses, eyes calculating as she eyes you up like a predator waiting for its prey to back down, and knowing you, you'd never back down just like that.

You wrap your arms around her neck, leaning close to brush your lips against hers. "Gonna pull this dress off me or what?" You hum, nose brushing against hers. "If you're too busy eyeing me up instead of fucking me, I got a pretty handy vibrator back in my cabinet."

She chuckles at your boldness, jaw clenching at your words. "You're a fucking brat, y'know that?"

You giggle as she moves you towards the bed. "Gets you every time."

"Why are you limping like that?" Ringo asks you one day as you met up with him and Akemi for class. Thank the Gods that Ringo is naturally innocent like that. It saves you the embarrassment of having to tell two people what Mizu did to you in the morning. Akemi, however, merely raises an eyebrow at you—shaking her head like a disappointed mother. You had underestimated the time it took to get ready, and Mizu in bed wasn't exactly a good component in your determination to focus in the morning. Add the fact that your horny and Mizu is feeling quite energetic at 7 am.

"When I said that I'm happy for you, I was hoping that you'd get to keep the private matters of your relationship finally to a minimum and not for the whole world to see," Akemi deadpans. Ringo looks at her with furrowed eyebrows. "It's quite contradicting but you get my point."

You give her a sheepish smile at her words while Akemi merely sips on her iced coffee. Ringo turns to you with a smile, his hand forming a thumbs up. "Ignore her, I am happy for you."

Akemi grumbles, shifting her leg over her knee. "Can we not talk about this right now? We're about to have an exam."

You and Ringo share a playful look at Akemi's quips, not wanting to be at the receiving end of Akemi's fury. The classroom was slowly filling in with students—all having the same look of despair and exhaustion for the test in a few minutes. You turn towards your bag, hand rummaging through the array of essentials carefully packed from the night before. Your eyebrows furrow as you can't feel the familiar material of your pen case.

"Oh fuck," You murmur, tone panicking as you peered inside your bag. Ringo and Akemi glance at you in concern.

"What?" Ringo asks, ever the concerned hubby that he is. You let a shaky breath as you can't see the familiar cat patterned pen case that Mizu gifted to you last year. Your essentials for the test were in there! While a pen might've been easy to borrow, the other materials were definitely something you couldn't get away with. You turn to Akemi and Ringo with a frown.

"I think I left my pen case at the dorm." You huff in frustration, glancing at the front to check the time. "I can't go back, there's not enough time."

Akemi sighs, head nudging to your phone. "Check with your girlfriend. She might be nearby."

Your shoulders lower in hesitance. "It's class hours. Don't you think I'll be a bother?"

Ringo chuckles quietly in his seat. "You think Mizu would care about that?"

Akemi snorts before propping her arm on the table to place her chin on her palm. "What he said."

You sigh, contemplating your options before finally giving in.

You put your phone down on the surface of your table, cheeks heating up from the conversation. 15 minutes pass with ease and you're left twiddling your thumbs as you glance back and forth from the door to the clock in front.

Just as she said, Mizu appears at the small window of the door, hand waving awkwardly as she raises your pen case. You immediately stand up from your seat, earning curious glances from Akemi and Ringo. You pay them no mind as you shuffle your way to the door, gently opening it to not draw attention before closing it with a soft push behind you.

"Hey," Mizu's deep voice infiltrates your senses as you turn towards her. You immediately take note of her outfit—dark blue rayon skipper collared blouse with sleeves that reached her arms halfway, pale brown slacks cuffed to her ankles, and a pair of white sneakers. Her hair is in its usual bun with the added flare of her orange tinted glasses. You snicker.

Mizu sighs, tilting her head with a deadpan stare. "Why are you laughing?"

You glance at the empty corridor before wrapping your arms around her waist. "You look like a walking sponsor for Uniqlo."

Mizu scoffed, raising the hand grasping the pen case before gently bonking it on your forehead. "You ought to be more thankful to me, pretty."

You grin up at her, hugging her close as you prop your chin on her sternum. You squint your eyes, giving her your most mischievous look. "I'll be sure to put that on my new year's list."

Mizu rolls her eyes, pushing you gently off her before jokingly slamming your pen case on your hand. "There," She says before presenting another paper bag on your hand. "Also, here."

You glance at the paper bag then at her—those perfectly thick and plucked eyebrows arching at you as she waves the paper bag for you to take. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "What's that?"

Mizu shrugged as you peered inside to see a half filled cup of your favorite drink in a large size. You look up at Mizu who tilts her head to the side with a smile. "I got it this morning. Meant to save some for you."

You purse your lips as your heart softens at the gesture. "Mizu," You coo. The gal only leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead.

"Now go ace that test, bon," She smiles. "I'll get you after class."

She waves you goodbye before jogging towards the elevators. You sigh dreamily as she disappears into the corner before walking back inside your classroom. You maneuver your way towards your desk, earning a couple of side glances from Akemi and Ringo.

You sit down, giddily settling down on your seat before you hear someone clear their throat beside you.

"Homesexuals," Akemi clears her throat beside you to which Ringo snorts at. You shoot a glare at them in response.

Mizu is generally, a patient person.

Despite her grumpy responses towards Ringo or her perpetual furrowed eyebrows, eyes squinted into a glare, and her frowned lips whenever Taigen enters the scene, Mizu still is a patient person. You've rarely seen her angry and when she does become angry, it often comes out in seething silence. Eyes that bore into the depths of your soul, face hardened enough to not show any emotion, and a stance evoking authority and dominion over the situation.

You saw it once. When a guy tried to force himself on you during a campus party. It was an unfortunate event really and you didn't want things to escalate but the man didn't back down with his flirting (if you could even call it that). Let's just say that the night ended with a bruise on their face and it's definitely not Mizu.

You're well aware that your girlfriend can pack a punch and certainly knows how to use it. She's well built and has a lot of strength for someone her stature. Taigen calls it a sleeper build—a passing glance from when Mizu helped out with moving Akemi's furniture to her new condo. You definitely agree with that.

That's why you're internally panicking for the aftermath of a similar situation from Akemi's birthday nightout.

"Mizu," You pant, trying to call for her attention but the blinding force of her anger continues to drive her need for you. "Mizu—Ngh! Please listen to me—"

Mizu continues her ministrations on your neck, paying no mind to your squirming body as her hand grabs your thigh with ease—anchoring it to her waist as she slots her torso between your legs.

"Fuck," She growls against the skin of your neck, hair in disarray from the sloppy and heavy makeout session on the way to your bedroom. You vividly remember knocking a frame off your console table when Mizu slammed you against its edge. "I should've fucked him up."

You whine at the bite of her teeth on your shoulder—grasping at her shoulders. "Baby, we have to talk about this—"

Her thigh slots between your legs and hikes it up against your cunt—you mewl at the pressure. Mizu pulls away from your shoulder, licking her lips as she peers down at you with darkened shades of blue. "Talk? You want to talk?"

Her tone resounds with mockery and sarcasm, a seething remembrance of her fury from just a few hours ago. Typically, this behavior would startle you at first but you've grown to learn and love this blue-eyed woman after the years you've spent pining and being oblivious to each other's affection.

"You're not going to do this to me, Mizu," You snarl back, letting out a breathy sigh as her free hand begins to move your hips against her thigh. "You made us leave Akemi's party because of this—that's not–Hngh—t-that's not okay—Fuck!"

Mizu darkly chuckles as she begins to roam her hand underneath your dress. "You talk too much for someone who's about to get fucked."

"Shut the fuck up," You try to return the dominance but her skillful pulls and push of your hips leaves you breathless and keening at her touch. "That guy isn't even worth it, why'd you even—why?"

Mizu feels the inside of your thigh, reveling in the soft flesh as she creeps closer to your mound. "Didn't like the way he looked at you. Mothefucker had the audacity to ask for your number as if he didn't see my hand gripping your thigh. I fucking hate that."

You feel her fingers teeter over the edge of your panties—skin thumbing the material of your underwear, a surprise you wished would be unveiled in different circumstances.

Mizu kisses your pulse point, making sloppy kisses on the area as she continues to speak. "Everything's worth it if it's you."

You arch and mewl at her words, head moving back to give her more room. Mizu smiles at your reaction.

"You like that?" She chuckles deeply. "Like it when I'm being possessive, huh?"

"Oh God," You groan. "Are you going to fuck me or what?"

Mizu pulls away from your neck, brushing her nose against yours as she peers down at your irritated features. "So demanding," She smiles as she leans close and brushes her lips against yours.

Having had enough, your hand grabs her raven tresses—gripping it as you pull her down to close the distance between your mouths. It's all wet and full of passion—desperate sliding of lips against yours. She tilts her head, begging for deeper access as she slides out her tongue to feel more of you. There's a battle for dominance—a battle she's desperately winning. You pull away with a bite on her bottom lip, gently pulling it before licking your lips.

"Damn." Mizu lets out a breathless chuckle from the kiss, all the more turned on from your confident nature. You smile up at her with a grin.

"I suggest putting all that anger into something useful," You pant as you guide her hand to pull your dress up more.

You watch as she pulls the dress off, eyes widening at the lingerie set you've worn for the night. You see her hunger double at the sight.

"Fuck me up, Mizu." You mewl as you arch your back to present your body to her. Her jaw clenches at your words.

Just as you had said those words, you yelp in surprise as she pulls you down the bed—sheets ruffling in the process before pinning your legs to your chest.

"I'll fucking kill anyone who gets to see you like this," Her words are dark—an apparent shiver running through your spine at the process. You mewl at her domineering figure, watching as she marvels at the way the fabric highlights your figure.

Mizu then moves the fabric covering your cunt to the side, letting out a shaky breath at the process. She dives in without hesitance, tongue poking out to take a straight and slow lick from your hole to your clit.

"Oh!" You moan loudly, hand darting to grasp at her raven locks. "Fuck!"

She wastes no time in eating you out—licking and slurping as if this is the last meal she'll ever have. Your thighs quiver at the magnitude of pleasure she brings forth. You've never been this overwhelmed with the pleasure as you choke over your moans—grasping and clawing at the sheets or her hand gripping your thighs. You eye her arms—sleeves of her button-up hiked up to her elbows, showcasing the veins popping and rising at the harsh grip she has on your body. The sight heats you up even more.

You flush as she peers up at you from the comforts of your pussy—blue eyes clouded with lust and want as she makes precise twirls and flicks with her tongue. Goddamn her mouth feels like fucking heaven.

"You're so pretty," She mouths over your clit, teasing with a few licks before spreading it with her fingers to not let one spot untouched. You moan at her tenacity. "All mine. All fucking mine."

Just as the pleasure couldn't get any worse, Mizu rubs her index and middle over your hole before slipping it inside with ease. With all the wetness from her mouth and the slick coming from you, the penetration is done with no difficulty. She then makes a few thrusts of her fingers before flexing her digits in a come hither motion. The tips of her lengthy digits reach the familiar gummy spot within you. You yelp at the sudden spike of pleasure, thighs slightly closing.

"Right here?" She asks, breathless. You become lost in the pleasure—drunk from the high Mizu's giving you.

"Ngh! Mizu please!" You plead, unsure of what exactly you're asking. Mizu licks her lips before adjusting her hand—palm brushing over your clit. She then begins to speed up her thrusts—making an up-and-down motion on her wrist as wet noises begin to come out of your cunt.

"M-Mizu! F-Fuck—I can't—!" You scream as the tips of her fingers continuously hit that familiar spot. She pays no mind to your whims, ignoring your hands reaching out to grab her arm. It doesn't take too long before you feel an intense knot in your core, as if you're going to release something you shouldn't. With a final flick of her wrist, a ray of clear liquid squirts out of your pussy as you scream in pleasure. You twitch and shiver in her hold as she darts down to slurp up your release.

You whine and keen at the sensitivity, hands darting out to push Mizu away. She continues to lick every part of your cunt—swollen and perfectly pink from her ministriations. "M-Mizu! S-Stop—Hah—please—!"

Once satisfied, the raven-haired gal moves up with a smile. "Good girl," she praises.

You watch as she removes the rest of you and her clothes then untying her hair before adjusting your legs—raising the other as she slots between them. You whine at the sensitivity.

"I can't, please—" You sob, eyes tearing up from being oversensitive. Mizu coos at you as she grinds her cunt against yours. You flinch, hands darting down to her hips.

"Yes you can baby," She kisses your leg, holding it to her shoulder. "You can give me one more, won't you angel?"

You pant as she speeds up her thrusts, the pleasure begins to build up once more. Your first orgasm wasn't far along and so the coming of the second comes with ease. You remain listless on the sheets, eyes watching as Mizu's hips make skillful circles—cunt rubbing against yours deliciously.

"Tell me you're mine," She pants, hair gathered to her shoulder. The sweat and flush on her skin make her more ethereal. "Tell me who do you belong to, hm?"

She demands rather than asks and with the cloudiness of the high she keeps giving you, you succumb to her authority.

"I-I'm yours," You whine, hands gripping her thighs as she begins to speed up. You feel the familiar knot of your climax begin to unravel. "I'm yours."

Mizu's thrusts begin to become inconsistent and with a few more grinds and circles of her hips, you release with a loud moan as Mizu follows after.

She drops down on you with a pant, obviously exhausted from the strenuous activity. There's a moment of reprieve as you revel in the afterglow of sex.

Your laughter breaks the silence. "You should get jealous more often," You jest. "So that I can get laid like this again—Fuck that was good."

Mizu chuckles from her spot on your neck. She props herself up with her arms beside your head. "And here you were asking to talk when we both knew that's never going to happen."

You giggle at her words, arms wrapping around her waist. You then let out a sigh. "God, I love your tongue."

Mizu rolls her eyes, gently removing herself from the sweaty intertwine of limbs. You pout at the loss of her body heat. "Starting to think that you really just love me for my body, don't you?"

You raise your hands in a joking manner. "Consider me guilty."

Mizu throws a pillow towards you before rising from the bed. You admire her naked figure as she runs her fingers through her raven locks. Mizu notices your gaze.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, creep." She squints her eyes to glare. You roll your eyes in response.

"Such a hypocrite," You retort. "As if you weren't rambling about how possessive you we—AGH!"

The raven-haired girl tackles you into the bed, hands coming to tickle you to death. You both laugh and giggle at each other, reveling in the atmosphere brought forward by your chemistry.

You suppose you could never get tired of this. Not when it's Mizu.

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There's not much change after you and Mizu finally got together but u suppose its probably the cat

Mizu has the tendency to match with your outfit. Whenever you ask her abt it, she just claims its a coincidence

When Mizu got her first camera, she took pictures of you and her together. She got the film printed. (She has a picture of you on the back of her phone and you have hers on yours)

Your go to gift for Mizu are socks and tea

Mizu is eerily similar to Nora. Sometimes you catch them pausing and staring at each other in the living room. it's quite funny.

Peers around campus are funnily giving you thumbs up and congratulatory shakes as if you getting together is a monumental achievement in history (It's bc of Taigen).

Mizu becomes all the more service-giving once you get together (she opens doors for you, pulls your chair for you to sit on, brushing a stray hair away from your face). She likes it bc u give her kisses now.

Mizu subconsciously plays with your fingers when holding hands. Though her fave part to put her hand on is your thighs. she claims that she likes the feeling.

Mizu often asks for your opinion on things whether it be for work, academics, or day to day life. Its because she regards you important and dear to her. She wants to share her life with you.

The moment you disclosed your relationship with your friends, Ringo legit pulled out a party popper

Mizu IS a walking UNIQLO sponsor (you cannot count how many rayon blouses she has in her closet. she claims its bc she likes the fabric)

You jokingly proposed to Mizu with a candy pop ring. Mizu proposed to you back with a can tab.

Mizu orders her drinks in the largest cup size bc she gives it to u after when u meet up for lunch mwehe (coincidentally its your fave drink as well)

Taigen was so confused as to why Mizu just bolted from her seat (pen case part) during their lab time together and when he asked what happened when she came back, she said, "Ah. Bonnie needed help." Taigen wants to explode.

Mizu is quite open to casual PDA. she says goodbye to u in the form of forehead kisses.

overall, you and Mizu are just so cute and so mwa mwa and i just wanna put yall in my pocket hehe

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A/N: HEYAAA this is finally done. not proofread so im gonna have to make edits to this tom. happy new year everyone !!! hope u like this roommate mizu! also to the ppl who saw this halfway done... no u didnt ....

#Spotify #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x you #mizu x reader #mizu bes #mizu smut #blue eye samurai x you #the blue eyed samurai x reader #blue eyed samurai

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fatale-distraction · 4 months

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BG3 Companions Social Media Headcanons Part 1

I was bored at work and couldn’t stop. 🤣 I’ll make another post with Halsin, Minthara, Jaheira, Minsc, and some NPCs!

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Astarion - Pre-Tav, Astarion's social media is mostly thirst-traps for some kind of nefarious, Cazador-related money-making plot. They barely scoot past the TOS on lewd content. Very little real personal content, anything that isn't a thirst trap is heavily doctored lifestyle content to make it seem like he's living a much more luxurious life than he actually is.

After meeting Tav and getting rid of Cazador, he deletes all of his old accounts and opens up new ones. They're not exactly private, but he's much more careful about who he follows and who can follow him back. The posts become much more genuine. Still a lot of selfies, but they're sexy in the way of a guy just finally living his truth and being comfortable in his own skin. There's more shots of his daily life; waking up with his partner's obnoxious pets strewn across the bed, morning coffee and his current favorite book, new outfits that make him feel more himself. Tav features heavily in most of his posts, and there are probably as many pictures of them as there are of himself.

Karlach - chaos. No rhyme or reason. Lots of parkour and Jack-ass parodies. Constant flood of pictures of her stuffed animal collection. Stupid filters abound. There's several videos of her just flexing. Lumberjack videos. Seven hundred pictures of Tav, tons of selfies together. Videos of her literally sobbing over some cute stuffy she found or a dog she got to pet. "How many times can I say the fuck word before I get suspended." Memes. Memes everywhere.

Lae'zel - She follows three accounts and never posts anything, but somehow she's constantly scrolling through. What does she even do? Her profile picture is still the default. She doesn't have any profile information filled out. It just says "No." Her screen name is just Lae_zel. Every single item in her favorites is a cat video. She has One photo and its a gym selfie. All of her comments seem really mean at first, but they're all weirdly supportive things along the lines of "your teeth are sharp and your visage terrifying".

Shadowheart - total E-girl influencer vibe. Everything is #nofilter. She doesn't need filters. She's god's most perfect princess. You can't even be mad because it's not vanity its just how she Is. Ends everything with Prayer-hands-emoji hashtag Shar'sblessings or Selune'sblessings depending on where she is in that journey. Hairstyle and makeup tutorials and she makes it look so damn easy. "Dye my hair and cut my bangs with me." "Get ready with me" videos nearly every day. Every picture has a comment from Astarion that just says "oh fuck off" because even he can never hope to be as perfect as she is. Or at least that's what her forty-five thousand followers think.

Wyll - The official Blade of the Frontier social media account(s). Fencing videos and promos. "How to polish your horns for newbies" video that's been taken down twenty-seven times for lewd content even though it's literally for polishing actual horns. Accidental thirst traps because damn. Lots of disability advocacy, especially for visual impairments. Weekly Demon/Devil PSAs. Constantly featured in Karlach's vids and vice-versa. Buddy selfies. Once in a while a pic of him with his dad. Pics with Tav are rare, but when he does post them they're the sweetest pictures and he gushes about them for paragraphs. It's a little gross how gushy they are. Astarion comments with vomit emojis and Wyll just replies with an angry face emoji. The purest content. He's so wholesome. Not a swear to be seen. Lots of gentle hype videos. "You've got this. You can do this. I believe in you."

Gale - oh my god he has the most pretentious social media accounts. He's worse than Astarion. "Well, actually" videos with multiple parts because they're too long. Tea and bookshelves. Tara. So many pics of Tara. Tara napping on a book. Tara swatting a fly. Tara in the window. Tara on the kitchen counter. Tara laying in the sun. Tara doing nothing. He has one of those fancy cat terrarium backpacks. Magic tutorials. Mystra simp. Surprisingly few selfies but the ones he has are IMMACULATE. Pretentious book reviews. His only saving grace is that he is HILARIOUS. He's the only one with a reasonable about of pics with Tav as opposed to almost none or way too many, but the captions are always really sweet.

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Part 2 here!

Part 3 here!

Part 4

#baldur's gate 3 #Baldur’s gate 3 Headcanons #bg3 #bg3 headcanons #shadowheart #astarion #wyll ravengard #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #astarion ancunin #lae'zel #karlach

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On Sleepless Roads, The Sleepless Go [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Mother!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: It's the early hours of Nikita's first birthday, and you can't help but look back at the day you brought your son into the world.

Warning(s): Flashback to a year before, post-childbirth (Non-graphic)

A/N: Shorter chapter today before my classes start up again this week. Title from the song Hear Me You by Jimmy Eat World.

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It was late at night, a few hours before what would be Nikita’s first birthday. You were staying up because Max’s flight from England was running late. He had finished up the last of his sponsorship obligations earlier that day, and there were weather problems, so they hadn’t let his plane take off until a couple hours ago.

You had stayed up reading your book, drinking tea from your mug that was resting on the end table. The house was silent aside from the sound of the open doors that lead to the backyard.

You looked up at the clock that hung on the wall in the entry way.

11:42 pm, it read. You reached for your mug and took a sip of the tea, it had gone cold two chapters ago. You were just about the close your book and get ready to go to bed when you heard a set of keys in the lock of the front door.

You shut the book placing it on the coffee table before getting up and seeing Max standing in the entryway of the house, his blue Louis Vuitton backpack around his shoulders, and duffle bag in one hand.

“You waited for me.” He said mindlessly placing his keys on the console table.

“I figured that you’d want to be there when I tell Nikita happy birthday.” You said walking closer to him.

Max slid his backpack off, placing both of his bags on the floor. He reached out for your hand, turning off the living room lights, letting you walk in front of him on the floating stairs that lead downstairs. You kept turning off the few lights that were still on in the house, and stopped by Nico’s room first. He was fast asleep in his warm sheets curled up around his pillows.

Max closed to door just enough to let the cats in if they ended up wander around the house in the early hours of the morning. Nikita’s room had a small glow casting a shadow into the hallway. Max had pushed open the door to see Niki lying in his crib fast asleep. Max looked down at his watch for a moment, seeing the hands turn before both of them hit the 12.

You both reached in, kissing him on the forehead one after another. Max ran his hand over Niki’s head.

“Happy Birthday, Nikita.” You whispered. Max moved to sit in the fluffy chair that you would normally read to Niki in. He opened his arms for you inviting you to sit in his lap, while you both looking on into the crib as your son slept.

December 3, 2025 - 12:03 AM

It was a few moments later the nurse placed a swaddle of blankets into your chest, you still couldn’t comprehend the fact that you had just given birth aside from the weight that was against your chest.

“So good, so strong,” Max muttered resting his forehead against your arm. Max’s hand was placed on the baby’s back.

You could hear the nurse say something about giving you a few minutes before they had you start to push the placenta out while taking the baby to get washed, weighed, and changed.

Max kissed your forehead and then the back of your hand that was cradling the baby’s bottom.

“Max, would you like to cut the cord?” The doctor asked. You ran your fingers over the back of Max’s hand, encouraging him to go and do it.

Max went ahead and heard the little cry that the baby let out.

“What do we have?” You croaked having not heard the doctor earlier. Your throat sounded like it had been rubbed raw.

“A boy.” He said, and you could see the tears start to collect in the corner of Max’s eyes. You sometimes forget that Max didn’t get to experience Nico being born.

You had brought a boy into the world, Nikita.

Eventually, they took the baby out of your arms, and Max went with one of the nurses so you could push the placenta out and then get you cleaned up before they brought the baby back.

It couldn’t have been more than an hour. More pushing that felt like a strange ache, and a nurse helping you into the bathroom to clean you up. They ushered you back into the bed, after helping you into a new gown. As you leaned against the pillow, your eyes started to feel heavy. You rested your eyes for a bit before you heard wheels against the tile floor.

You forced them open to see a clear bassinette placed by your bed, and Max sitting in a chair with the baby in his arms.

“Hi, mijn leeuwin.” He said looking up at you. You gave him a weak smile.

“So do you have a name in mind?” The nurse asked.

“Nikita?” Max asked looking at you. He was giving you a way out if you wanted to change it.

You gave the nurse a nod, “Nikita Daniel,” The nurse nodded back to you, pulling a few papers out to write it down before leaving you, Nikita, and Max together.

You sat there in the hospital bed exhusted out of your mind, but let yourself take in the quiet of Max cooing at Nikita. You wanted Max to have as many moment with him as possible.

Max was slow to get out of the chair before walking towards you. He carefully laid Nikita against your chest. You ran a finger over Nikita’s cheek, feeling the soft skin under your fingers.

“I know your not a fan of Nikita as a name, so I thought we could call him Niki for short.” You could feel Max’s eyes trying to meet yours, but you were too busy looking at your son.

“I’m okay with Niki, but I’ll never hear the end of it from Helmut about him being named after Niki Lauda.” You looked up after hearing Max’s words.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Max, always thinking of others.

“After 12 hours of labor, Helmut doesn’t really get much of a say.” Max said nothing to that, just kissed the side of your head before pulling the chair closer to you. Max had laid Nikita in his bassinet after a while letting you get some more sleep. The nurse would come back in a couple of hours to help you breastfeed Nikita for the first time. Max looked in awe of you again, either watching you breastfeeding your child or Nikita eating straight from you. Another first for the both of you to share.

It was in the late hours of the morning that Sophie showed up with Nico holding her hand before Nico got the chance to meet his little brother for the first time.

“Come,” Max said holding your hand as you both walked to the master bedroom. “We should let the birthday boy sleep. It’s going to be a long day.”

“Do you have plans that I don’t know about?” You asked, admiring Max as he got ready for bed removing his stale plane clothes. He was all broad shoulders, and defined arms.

“Maybe.” He shrugged before pulling the bedsheets back.

“Who’d you invited?” You asked as you pushed the thick comforter towards the bottom of the bed.

“The usual people.” That just meant the grid (past and current), Martin, Max’s grandmother, Sophie, Victoria, Tom, and their kids.

“Don’t tell me you ordered a cake.” He said nothing back. You lightly shook your head, oh Max.

You remember him telling you the story of Nico’s first birthday. Max had to blow out Nico’s candle, Luka had thrown a tantrum from not taking a nap earlier in the day. Victoria had apologized profusely afterwords. You always wondered if Max had any photos of that day.

“We’ll blow out the candles for him, and I’m sure Nico will help.” Max said as you both climbed under the sheets.

He had you pulled you up against his chest with his hand resting of your hip. Your fingers were playing with his wedding band. You would have to get up soon to celebrate your son’s first birthday with the family, and somehow you didn’t feel even a little bit tired.

“Sleep mijn leeuwin,” Max muttered into your neck. You could hear that he was falling asleep just from his voice. You pulled the sheets up over your shoulders, and closed your eyes.

It was going to be a long day with people filling up the house, you would need all of the sleep that you could get. Your second oldest was turning 1 and you didn’t want to miss a second of the day.

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Some Random Listener Headcanons I Wrote Down Part One

- Darlin likes cuddling in close and making Sam play a little with his powers while doing it. A little flame or sth like that. They like it because they can feel the dim light of his core that way. (Extra angsty points = they do that bc they can't bridge with him)

- Starlight didn't like the name 'Starlight' at first because they love astronomy and didn't think they deserved that title. But Avior was stubborn and the more he uses it, the more they melt at him saying it.

- Freelancer loves being in the sun but their eyes are sensitive to light. Until they met Gavin, they used to wear sunglasses a lot, but now Gavin eases their light sensitivity with magic when they're out on a walk. They didn't notice him doing it at first but he had to confess it to them when they wanted to go on another hike with Huxley and thought they didn't need to take their sunglasses (He has to actively control it).

- Sweetheart has stomach issues because of the stress at work. When they told Milo, he started learning more about what kind of foods can help with that and integrated them into the meals he cooked on date nights.

- before Lovely was turned, they used to love late night drives in general but then also with Vincent. Now they're used to them so much they forgot about the love they had for city lights at night.

- Darlin (yes, again, leave me alone) drinks tea. They never really tell anyone that bc it doesn't really fit their image but Sam found their collection when he was looking for anything edible in their kitchen again. They like Scottish Breakfast and Sam learned how they make it so that he can make them a cup of it when he's drinking his coffee.

- Baabe reads romance books, all kinds, also spicy ones and Asher loves stealing their book when they gasp at the pages and reading the spicy scenes to try them out later.

- staying with the book theme: Coworker reads High Fantasy and goes on rants just like Lasko and he loves nothing more than having his head in their lap, letting them play with his hair absent-mindedly and listens to everything they tell him.

- Asset constantly argues with James about why they can't have tattoos. One of their technicians had some and they asked about it and now they genuinely don't understand why they can't also have tattoos (this one might be a little bit of a stretch but I think it's cute).

- Honey knits (possibly also crochet). Guy likes to mess with them when they count stitches but he only does that when their project isn't that complicated or important. He proudly wears every single sock they make him and always asks for more "Honey, can I get one that says 'i am the best boyfriend ever but all I got were these lousy socks?'" followed by a pillow thrown at his head.

- Baby (Ollie's Listener) loves fairy lights. They hang them up everywhere all year round. Ollie had to set the rule in place that they aren't allowed to put up more without defending their case in front of a judge (which is Ollie and their cat).

- Bestie loves dyeing their hair on a regular basis. Not in the impulsive way, they genuinely just love looking different every two weeks and combining colours.

- Smartass likes to sing. It took them a while to be comfortable singing in front of Aaron. Once, they hadn't heard him come home and he listened to them sing in the kitchen while he just sat in the hallway. They almost tripped over him. Now he sometimes asks them to sing sth when he's holding them bc he loves hearing and feeling them sing.

#the brain rot is real #this is way too long #and I'm not even done #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted #redactedaudio #headcanons

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shadowwolflady · 2 months

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Hatake Kakashi Headcanons

Alright. It's time for some of my husband's headcanons. I consider Kakashi my husband. So I have to make some headcanons for him.

Known

Birthday September 15th

Zodiac Virgo

Height 181 cm

Weight 67.5 kg

Blood type O

Hair color silver/gray

Eye color gray

Missions completed 1,141

197 D

190 C

414 B

298 A

42 S

Fighting

Jutsu: Tai and Nin

Kekkei: Sharingan

Hidden ability: Kamui

Style: Tracking/Assassination specialist

General

Reads Icha Icha in public

This man is an introvert.

Favorite colors: black, grey, green (neutral colors)

Work smarter not harder

Is late to things that aren't important

Sees KIA stone in morning

Appreciates his comrades more than he lets on

If you can't find him, he is reading or working out. Most likely reading.

If you REALLY can't find him, he is trying to hide and keep away from people.

He is straightforward and doesn't beat around the bush. Especially when it is something he likes.

Kakashi does smoke, only when extremely tired and stressed, like after a tough mission. Other than that, he won't smoke.

Will. Do. 400. Crunches. For. The. Fun. Of. It. Basically any kind of exercise for the hell of it.

His spacial awareness is insanely keen.

The moment he walks into a place or room, he already has a plan in case things go awry. He has an exit path separate from the front. He already has tabs on civilians and potential allies. On top of that, he already can sense those who have ill intent.

Plays dumb so he doesn't have to interact or get involved.

Has hyper focused on something and missed a conversation point.

Has fallen out of bed.

Has fallen asleep with his gear on. Basically face plant into his bed the moment he got home. And didn't wake up until 12 hours later to go to the bathroom.

He always throws up an aloof facade so he throws his opponents off. Acting bored or disinterested is the best way to rile up an opponent's anger, which can cause them to lose a fight.

Just the fact he shows up to something or for someone is a big deal. It means he supports them or it is important to him in a way, even if he is forced.

He gets really quiet and withdrawn when tired. Usually his book isn't even out by this point.

He gets more irritable when tired. He tries to keep his comments to himself and mouth shut.

Has massive respect for kunoichi. It isn't easy in the shinobi world and a woman has to be bad ass if they want to achieve recognition.

He is a stickler for teamwork and comradery.

He has a favorite tree he likes to sit in so he can watch over people while he reads.

He has sharp canines.

Food

Favorite food Miso with Eggplant with salt boiled saury

Can cook

Likes simple meals

Doesn't like sweets

More savory food

Fish, beef, chicken, pork. In that order.

Can handle most spices.

Fast eater

Least favorite anything fried or sweet

Drinks

Social drinker

Can hold his liquor

It is rare, but in the mornings he will have Coffee, Black

Tea

Water

Behavior

He is a gentleman, walks ladies home at night and makes sure his drunk friends get home.

He will get cats out of trees for civilians.

He will help the elderly with groceries.

Calm, cool, collected.

He is quiet and analytic, he likes to stay in the background and unnoticed. He will step in when he feels like no one will be able to handle the situation.

He is usually reading or day dreaming.

He usually speaks tactfully. But he does say what is on his mind.

Originally, he was strict and by the book. But after Obito's death, he became carefree and prioritized team safety over success of the mission.

He is reluctant to let anyone close to him. He fears losing them.

Modest about his abilities.

Senses

He has a heightened sense of smell and hearing.

He has a sensitive chakra network, able to pick up on people around him and distinguish friend and foe by their chakra signature.

Hygiene

Showers at night

Smells like sandalwood and timber, earthy undertone

He brushes his teeth with mint and mouthwash

He shaves every morning.

Comb? What's that? Maybe once a week or so.

Fighting Style

Kakashi uses a ton of kicks to keep opponents at bay from getting too close to him.

INSANE core strength.

Fluid movements.

Constantly adapting to the fight, changing grips and angles of attack.

Will use chakra as a last resort.

Will use Sharingan as the ultimate last resort.

Will prefer to knock out or render unable to move. Will terminate as a last resort or if opponent is known in bingo book.

Has dealt with bingo book individuals before.

He usually waits to strike.

His Anbu training takes over and he strikes fast and lethal over power.

Lots of his fighting is based off Gai.

Kakashi knows the strongest and most powerful muscles in the body are the legs, which is why he uses them.

Sleep

He tends to sleep on his back.

He will wind up on his side.

He is a light sleeper.

Has insomnia.

He does like to nap during the day. Usually in a tree or outside. But he has napped at home.

He sleeps with a kunai under his pillow.

If he can't sleep he will read.

If that doesn't work, he will go for a walk around the village.

He enjoys taking naps with his ninken.

Chakra

First chakra affinity is Lightning

Second is Earth

Can wield all elements due to sharingan

Mental

Has PTSD

Depression

Insomnia, hence naps.

DISSOCIATION

He will have night terrors to the point he will purposely walk around the village to avoid sleep.

Has scrubbed his skin to the point of bleeding so he could get the memory of blood off.

I will post more, but this is the general list I have for him.

My other list is for that when he is with my OC, Rai.

He is so precious! He has my heart! I love him so much!

#kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #kakashi #anbu kakashi #kakashi sensei #headcanons #kakashi headcanons #naruto manga #naruto shippuden #kakashi brainrot

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thisisnotthenerd · 4 months

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and the other half of round two, the sidequests!

feel free to give reasoning/propaganda as you like!

the intrepid heroes poll

quick episode descriptions:

volcano of violence: all of the lotr parallels in one place. leiland being a cringefail after casting circle of death. markus negotiating with an eagle. the combination of grasping web and reverse gravity. balloon elf. sokhbarr raising the lava mog. the concept of galfast hamhead. efink facing her father and husband and beign conflicted

the great chase: caravan chase, mad max style on the teenager's bed. ti wants to blow up the boy. car-go and bean are remarkably effective. boomer is a boarding party. jizz balloons. lots of toy vehicles. car-go transforms with felix inside.

the horizon beyond the squall: marcid attacking a chimney. you wrote a whole song just to be mean to me. cheese, prince bitch. no kings for this captain. nat 20 medicine check to revive myrtle. destroy undead. beating a motherfucker with another motherfucker. bob's inflict wounds. ending with cheese getting a ship and the buccaneer buddies sailing off.

unfinished business: splitting up to resolve the mystery. buckster's legendary nat 20 persuasion to give advantage on stealth. daisy and the vicar sneaking in. sylvester failing at climbing the tower. lars killing the constable and pretending to be a ghost for lucretia. gangie and the vicar undulating. daisy and sylvester simultaneously arriving. shitting out of a window to "provide a cushion". daisy getting her story with sylvester's help. gangie falling into mrs. molesly's room. sylvester almost dying but getting a nat 20 death save with buckster's help. a wedding and bacchanal.

we're the heroes: one of these things is not like the others. collecting the bag of socks. jammer crying about weights. sam and philtrum. dates at the questing beast. the tournament. dream's cinderella moment. where did those mice get lithium. you don't get wet fire. i disavow you. what do you want me to tell your family. he had enough. blast him to the underworld. you can gps a phone. my girl just glinda'd your ass! that's some american magic, bitch! evan and dream lock up tallulah's wand in an orb.

i fucking love you: no one is surprised. incendiary cloud. OSTENTATIA'S DIVINE INTERVENTION ON A 19. god wants a bag from ostentatia. antiope will not submit. penny texts i'm in. nta 20 counterspell on finger of death. nonna wallace approves. katja trips a snake. i didn't even know you could trip a snake. antiope's incredible action surge turn that ends with showing her ass. sam is power word killed. that's my sister. danielle channels anima. revivify. bringing talura through the doorway in death. ending with graduation and 'take us to the book!'.

waylaid by werewolves: the werewolves are girls. zarb mini with six buttholes. chewing gum mist. fifi. shooting through the flamethrower. losing dracula. drago was the star. fifi becomes a werewolf. reading a letter in the middle of battle. florina under the carriage. enraged frenzy. i've heard of a cat scan. i make the horse fly. something seems very familiar about her. the dog is my wife! izzy holds with disappointment. a monster has been eating my letters to you.

duel on the southern lawn: rumor phase. rue writes the letter and commands wuvvy to burn it. i drank tea and went to bed. letter to wrackingspelt. rue's assistant. hob getting clocked by rue. wuvvy demanding satisfaction. andhera demanding satisfaction. wet wrestling. this is the biggest stretch of a fuckin' lifetime. nat 20 to be a slippy boy. hoisting andhera up by his taut cotton pants. accepting the hand of friendship.

yonder where the fruit do be lyin': quichei. deli's perception roll. raphaniel as a youth pastor. giant radish head. colin is covered in blue. extremely realistic fake orange. rick perry, you dog. silence. queen's losing it. raphaniel gets the orange down. banana boat guy. come on provolone! deli attacks queen pamela rocks. subtle spell shatter in the carriage. brennan kills pamela rocks again. you died for nothing. chasing and murdering the mushroom guy.

in the heart of death: brennan walks jujubee through an optimized turn. 49 damage immediately. troyánn slips. keekee starts falling. scorching ray. the devil works hard, but d20 works harder. buddy bear shoves zaria into the pit. lightning javelin in the titty. fireball. princess does like 70 damage and pushed kerwyn into the abyss. troyánn goes down. princess gets keena. nat 20 counterspell. twyla crits on morgan to end the battle.

case closed: the party converges on oblongata station once more. they're facing down the don and madam loathing, who can turn them against each other. imelda and dan flash the gangsters to wildly differing results. ivana rolls a 59 on hunch and he still comes back. elias punches his boss. dan goes down. the fix eats the key. conrad rolls a 57 [the number of heinz varieties] to bring down madam loathing. elias steals a birthday cake and runs out into the street, gets a date and reconciles his childhood trauma as he goes into witness protection.

evolution & revolution: warning the populace. pitching scam calls. driving the truck. phoebe is jaegering dr. wenabocker in a very gross maxi. the ground collapses. revenants are charmed. viola is very efficient. thorn calls lightning. tula attacks her son for 67 damage. ava attacks the groun for 109 damage and a long rest. jaysohn gets phoebe. lila fireballs. viola crits twice and kills one guy with paladin/fighter shenanigans and then kills the rest by kicking the trigger of a gun and hitting a gas tank. tula heals jaysohn, lukas, and herself a little bit. battle is over in 1.33 rounds.

#dimension 20 #battle episode of all time #escape from the bloodkeep #tiny heist #pirates of leviathan #mice & murder #misfits & magic #the seven #coffin run #a court of fey and flowers #the ravening war #dungeons and drag queens #mentopolis #burrow's end #d20 poll #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 spoilers

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superprincesspea · 3 months

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Courted by the Dragon

Chapter 7 - Crumbs

Aemond Targaryen is both the cause and witness to the greatest humiliation of your life. You would rather die than see him again. Yet summer at court and the precipice of civil war have other ideas.

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When your sisters begin readying themselves for the concert, you climb into bed.

“What’s the matter with you this time?” your mother says, her eyes filled with suspicion.

“I have a terrible headache and I feel dreadfully sick,” you lie, pressing the back of your hand against your forehead and sinking deeper into the pillows for dramatic effect.

She comes closer, testing your temperature with her own hand, and you know she’ll find it hot, since you’ve spent the last 15 minutes practically singeing your eyebrows in the fire. So, you’re not surprised when her face softens, and she strokes your hair with concern.

“Would you like me to stay?” she asks, but you can see she is relieved when you tell her, no , that she should enjoy the evening while you rest and sleep. Though you have no intention of doing either.

When the door is shut, your family gone, you jump from the bed feeling quite pleased with yourself and very hungry having forsaken tea in pursuit of a quiet evening alone.

You throw another log on the fire and raid the food still laid out from before, stacking your plate with grapes, cheese and a large square of lemon drizzle cake. Delicious .

Settling your haul by the fire, you dash back into your room to select a book before curling into the armchair, your feet tucked under your nightgown.

This is so much better than a stuffy old concert with the same stuffy old faces as every other night. Not to mention, there was to be more feasting and dancing, as if there hadn’t already been enough feasting and dancing and, the last thing you needed, was even more time spent watching everyone else’s fun.

The book you’ve selected, is a collection of songs which you have already read twice before, and you flick through the pages between mouthfuls of cake to find your favourite verses.

You’re losing yourself in the authors dreamy words when a soft thud catches your attention.

You stand, the book slipping onto the arm of the chair as you peer towards the balcony where the noise had originated.

Its dark outside but you’re not afraid. At two floors up, you think perhaps it is a bird or a cat and move closer to where the sheer curtains are blowing gently on the breeze.

You’re looking at the floor for an animal when you’re startled to see two black boots leading to two legs and the torso of a man.

Catching the scream in your throat, your fear quickly turns to recognition at the mane of hair which crowns your intruder's head.

“Your Grace!” you exclaim, your heart still thundering in your chest.

“Lady Baratheon,” he replies and he’s a little breathless, his tone ruffled as though this situation is some sort of imposition to him . As though it is your fault, he’s climbed the balcony like a stray cat.

But you have zero sympathy for his effort, it's not like you asked him to do it. In fact, you don’t even want to see him. So, your momentary shock quickly turns to something fiercer.

“What are you doing sneaking around out there?” you demand, annoyed to have your peace disturbed.

He moves closer, a single leather finger parting the curtains to allow him entry. “I was seeking to protect the honour of your good name.”

“My honour ? By almost frightening the very life out of me?”

Aemond tilts his head with a shrewd smile, “would you prefer I came in through the door?”

Suddenly alarmed to think of him waltzing into your chambers without a chaperone, you gasp, moving towards him, your arms spread to push him back outside. “Certainly not!” you say, “you shouldn’t even be here at all, it’s-”

“Indecent ?” he interrupts, his eye slipping down your frame, and that's precisely when you remember exactly what you are wearing. Or rather, what you are not wearing.

Your nightgown is dangerously thin and the breeze blowing through the sheers is terribly cold.

Heat flares on your cheeks, your arms tightening around your chest as you turn on your heel and hurry to your chamber.

Pulling on your robe, you notice Aemond leaning in the doorframe and glare at him.

“Am I not to be afforded at least a moments privacy?” you say, even more annoyed than before.

The look on his face turns a little mischievous and his thoughts seem to transport him to the same place they always do. The beach. That godforsaken day.

But before he can make whatever remark is swirling around his head, you square right up to him, your eyes narrowed with a warning. “Don’t say it.”

“Say what ?” he acts coy.

“Whatever it is you’re thinking. ”

“My lips are sealed,” he promises, twisting an invisible key across his mouth before throwing it over his shoulder.

You roll your eyes, “perhaps I might find you slightly more tolerable if you cannot speak.”

“I would never promise that,” he says, ruining your moments reprieve, his eye still mischievous.

“Well, in that case, you’re just as intolerable as before and ,” you glance over his shoulder, “you are in my way.”

Aemond hears you but he doesn’t move. He lingers in the door frame, taking up all the space as though it's some kind of dare.

Do something about it , his eye tells you, but you don’t play into his game. You're hardly equipped to fight your way past him and, the last thing he needs, is the chance to prove how quickly he can overpower you.

So, you remain perfectly still, holding your ground, and his stare, with every drop of stubborn resolve in your possession.

It works. He sighs, conceding to lose whatever battle of wills he’s trying to play, before slowly peeling away from the door.

“Shouldn’t you be at the concert?” you say, breezing past him.

“Shouldn’t we both be at the concert?” he replies, stepping back in your way so you’re forced to look at him again.

You scoff, a little indignant, “I happen to be feeling-”

“Sick ?” he interjects, eying you carefully. “Your mother said.”

For a moment, you wonder why she had shared this information. If she was just making small talk or if Aemond had asked her where you were. Not that it really mattered, the result was the same and, either way, you did not want Aemond to be standing in front of you.

“I have brought you a remedy,” he says, producing a small glass bottle from his pocket, before moving to the fire and picking up the remainder of your lemon cake.

It’s clearly half eaten, but that doesn’t stop him from taking a large bite as he sits in the chair, eying you again, “though I can see you have no need of remedies.”

You don’t know what annoys you more. The fact that he doesn’t believe you or the fact that he’s eating your cake.

“I’m feeling slightly better if that’s what you are implying,” you say defensively.

“You have no face for deception,” he laughs, brushing the crumbs from his gloves. “Do not enjoy the feasts or dances?”

“I have little interest in court and…” you hesitate before allowing your tongue to barrel on, “you know very well that I spend most of the evening standing alone.”

A different kind of smile twitches at his lips but he changes the subject to the book resting on the arm of the chair.

“Is this another detestable selection for my Lady Baratheon?”

“Actually ,” you rush to save it from his hands and the roaring fire, “I think it contains the most beautiful songs I have ever read.”

He leans back and, without any need to look at the pages, he recites a verse. You recognise it immediately as one of your favourites.

"You have read them?” you say, dumbfounded to think that a man like Aemond could enjoy something so sentimental.

“I already told you,” he stands, so close you can feel the press of his knee in the folds of your robe, “I have read them all.”

When he’d said that in the garden, you’d thought it probable that Aemond had read all the books in the Red Keep, since the books in Storms End were limited to three shelves, and you’d finished them years ago.

Now you had seen the Queen’s personal library, which you understood to be but a small fraction of the books in the keep, you knew to read them all would be an improbability.

Yet ‘all’ had such a certainty about it. All was finite. All the books in a room, all the books on a shelf... all the books on a nightstand.

Your mind's eye glances through the wall, to where a dozen books are tousled by your bed, with their dog-eared pages and buttery spines which always seem to fall open at the best parts, and an alarming thought occurs. “Did you choose the books for me to read?”

Aemond scoffs, licking his lips before he answers. “You think a Prince would have the time or inclination to select books for the third daughter of Borros Baratheon?”

“I did not mean to offend you,” you snap, galled by the derision of your position but, as usual, your anger only causes him to smile.

“You should read The Loves of Queen Nymeria next,” he says, and you both know The Loves of Queen Nymeria is sitting in the pile by your bed. Just as you both know a Prince certainly did have time to choose the books for the third daughter of Borros Baratheon.

What you didn’t know, was why? Only that the air seems to suck from the room and a strange tingle of anticipation runs down your spine. Yet Aemond seems relaxed, unchanged by this admission.

“I hope you will return to your full health for Helaena’s name day celebration,” he says, then his voice softens, “I believe she would be troubled by your absence.”

You force a small laugh to break through some of the tension which is holding onto your chest, “I believe your sister will have barely a notion of my absence.”

“I find that impossible to imagine,” he replies, reaching towards you, his thumb brushing delicately against the corner of your lip before coming away with a cake crumb.

Embarrassed, you swipe the back of your hand across your mouth knowing the crumb must have been sitting there the entire time. He could have ignored it, but he chose to bring it right into the centre of conversation.

Why did he always have to make you look so ridiculous?

Yet Aemond isn't laughing at you. In fact, the look in his eye is so disgustingly sweet that you hate him all over again.

Dragons are not allowed to be sweet. And does he not realise that you have already decided he is the worst man in the entire world?

At this thought, you sigh sharply and gesture to the balcony, “if there is nothing more...”

Aemond frowns, looking as though he might actually be trying to think of some reason to stay and, perhaps he just hates stuffy old concerts as much as you, but you’re not going to entertain him for another minute.

“Then I shall bid you goodnight,” you add, leaving nothing up for discussion.

"Good night, Lady Baratheon,” he bows before crossing the floor towards the balcony. But when he reaches the sheers, he pauses, turning to look at you again, “if you want to dance tomorrow night, you need only ask.”

“You expect me to ask you to dance?” you say, and your laughter does not hide your surprise or just how ridiculous you find the suggestion to be. “And why would I do that? So you can humiliate me where everyone can see it?”

He seems confused, “you think that is my wish?”

“Is it not? You certainly hold the day we met over my head like a guillotine.”

“You can be rest assured, that I do not intend to share our little secret with another soul and, if I was permitted a wish... it would not be for your humiliation.”

He waits quietly and you know he’s waiting for you to ask him, to let him tell you what his wish would be. But you don’t give him the satisfaction.

“Well ,” you say instead, urging him out onto the balcony as though you are shooing away a cat, “my wish is for you to leave. Right now.”

You grasp the sheers, pulling them closed with Aemond on the other side. Then you reach for the heavier curtains, yet they are stiff and unmoveable since they are never usually pulled shut.

A slight smile cracks into his cheeks and you begin to feel ridiculous yet again.

“Here ,” he says, stepping back into the room, his arm slipping over your shoulder to give the curtain a strong tug.

It comes loose without resistance, and you roll your eyes before turning to face him.

His arm is still hovering over your shoulder, his hand still bunched in the heavy brocade. Such proximity should make you uneasy, yet you’re beginning to loathe just how familiar his presence is starting to feel.

How easy it would be if he remained in this room. How he could take a seat by the fire, and you could talk of books and songs for the rest of the night.

Then, just as you consider it, you remember the real reason you're standing in this room, and it's not because you hate feasts or dancing. You love to dance. What you hate, is to watch everyone else while you stand alone.

“I’m trying to shut you out , not in,” you say, nudging him back out onto the balcony to the soft tune of his laughter.

Now the curtain runs like silk on the rail and Aemond follows its progress until it’s shut, and you can’t see him anymore. Yet, you can feel him, standing on the other side, still directly in front of you.

“Good night again, Lady Baratheon,” he says after a while, but you don’t answer, you don’t want him to know you're still there.

On light feet, you return to your chair, trying not to think about him at all, except he’s all you can think about.

Imagining how he might climb down from the balcony.

Wondering why in the world he had decided to climb up in the first place.

Picturing the stack of books which had sat on your nightstand the day you arrived in Kings Landing.

Annoyed by the cake crumbs on your plate.

The only thing you can do, is to stop yourself from thinking into too much detail. Because nothing is going to change.

He might have promised never to reveal that day on the beach, but you were still content to hate him, and you would sooner burn than ask Aemond Targaryen to dance.

Picking up the book of songs, you curse yourself for loving something he loved. In fact, with the exception of the history book, you had loved them all and had already read Queen Nymeria which had been your favourite by far. Not that Aemond would ever hear it. You were certain to never discuss books or songs with him again.

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Thank you for all the lovely comments on the last chapter. Its very exciting to see how much you guys are enjoying my portrayal of Aemond and I hope the thought of him hand selecting books for 'you' to read makes you swoon as much as it made me swoon <3

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #romance #female reader #enemies to lovers #aemond targaryen x oc #prince aemond

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sabosbabygirl · 1 year

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Unpopular Ghost Opinions/HCs:

-Doesn’t wear a mask outside of duty. Fear of blowing his “Ghost” cover.

-Simon. The only people that call him “Ghost” are work ppl. Every one else calls him by his name bc no one knows what he does. (You know those spy movies where like the spy has a normal life outside of his/her job, yeah thats special forces personnel).

-Is like an onion. You have to peel back the layers to get to know him.

-He looks intimidating but is actually pretty laid back and is soft (only to you).

-He will protect you with his life. You are his only family, therefore he will go to the ends of the world to protect you & make you happy.

-Wants sex like all the time. Willing to try all those crazy things you read in your smut book/fanfics. As long as its not painful to you. He doesn’t believe that sex is pain, it should be pleasure.

-Can and will go for rounds and cums a lot.

-Loves when you try using an British accent.

-Will play video games with you but only shooting games. Isn’t into horror games like Evil Within.

-Has a secret comic book collection.

-Loves going on dates with you, especially to the shooting range. If you aren’t good at shooting he will make sure to teach you by placing his hands on hips and directing you.

-Emotions are hard but there’s something harder in his pants that leaves you speechless and shaking.

-Speaking of emotions, he isn’t opposed to venting to you but he is more of an actions kind of guy. Would rather show you he loves you than tell you. But also tells you as a reassurance thing for yourself.

-Listens to 80s RnB, Rap, Hip Hop and Rock.

-Has a dark kink: bondage, begging, teasing, using his knife to cut you out of something, etc.

-Is obsessed with Star Wars and Marvel as you are. If not more.

-Admitted to being in love with Iron Man and the Mandalorian.

-Reads a lot of books & can speak several different languages.

-Has a glass of bourbon or whiskey, on the rocks every night.

-Likes being called “Daddy” to the point where it makes him hard.

-Has a motorcycle and loves to take you on rides.

-He’s a romantic at heart. While on missions you received a random bouquet of your favorite flowers & a teddy bear with a shirt that said “Mine”.

-Listens to the Arctic Monkeys and thinks of you. “i wanna be yours”.

-Drinks a lot of tea and has 1 golden rule that you must never use the microwave to warm up the water bc he swears it tastes different.

-Is Alpha but will relinquish that power to you in the bedroom. You are the Alpha in the bedroom & he’s the one his knees saying “please, y/n, i want you so badly. i want to be your good boy. your sex toy.”

-Loves cats but also loves dogs.

-Good man but is made to be seen as this scary guy. He kind of likes it but hopes that you don’t view him that way ❤️

#cod mw2 #cod mw2 headcanons #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost x you #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost is my daddy #ghost honest hcs and opinions #these are my personal opinions

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 10 months

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Forgotten Lands - Fae!Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: This is a new AU universe series that is going to work in the same way as my Mechanic!Curtis series. It’s gonna be a collections of interconnected oneshots that all take place within the same universe but there’s no over arching plot, its just oneshots as and when I think of them!

Summary: After your village turns on you, you seek safety in the wild uninhabited lands up north, only to find they’re not as wild or uninhabited as you thought.

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Lil bit of Angst! World building! Mention of violence! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Forgotten Lands

You woke to the feeling of two small paws kneading your stomach. Peeking your eyes open to find Noks wide awake, pressing his paws into you to wake you up.

“Is somebody hungry?” You yawn pulling your hand out from the blanket to stoke his ebony fur.

Noks purred loudly, pressing his head up into your hand his bright blue eyes closing in content. You smile softly scooping him up into your arms as you sit up. Noks climbed up onto your shoulders as you slide on your worn boots and wrapped a shawl around you to fight off the chill.

You tried not to shiver as you stepped closer to the fire, adding a couple more logs and poking it to get it going again. Once the flames were large enough you set your small metal teapot on to warm up. You then walked the small distance to cabinets where you stored any food you had.

Your cottage was very small, it consisted of one small rectangular room that held everything you owned. Which was very little, a few basic sewing supplies, a couple of books that you have read a million times, a wooden cot that you didn’t dare move too much in out of fear it would collapse beneath you, and one wooden chair and table, both of which were very wobbly.

Noks hopped off your shoulders and onto the small table, the cat perfectly adjusting when it wobbled beneath him. He sat down facing you letting out a long loud meow to tell you just how hungry he was.

“Okay, okay it’s coming,” you tell him grabbing the small jar that held the last of the dried meat you had.

Grabbing the last few strips you gave him half, leaving the other half for another day in case you were unable to procure more. As he tucked on the teapot began to whistle so you took it off the fire and pour the hot water into the one mug you owned. You then added a pinch of your precious spices to give it some flavour.

With your piping hot cup of tea, you sat down at the table, taking care not to spill your tea as your seat wobbled, and grabbed your last apple for your own breakfast. Noks had already finished his dried meat by the time you sat down and slinked over to you, pestering you for more.

You ran your hand over his back “I’ll be going to market today to return the clothing I mended so I’ll hopefully get some meat in payment or some drachmas” you tell him.

Noks just let out an unimpressed huff as he flopped down onto the table for belly rubs.

Once you had finished your apple and tea you got yourself ready for the day. Wrapping up in a couple more layers and packing your basket full of the clothes you had mended for other villagers.

“Coming?” You ask looking over at Noks who was curled up on your cot.

He raised his head to look out the small window as if surveying the weather. Clearly okay with the look of it he got up and did a big stretch before jumping up onto your shoulders. You gave him a little scratch on the chin before patting out the fire and making your way out of your small cottage, towards the market.

Your cottage was the furthest away from the rest of the village, which is what you preferred. You like having your own little spot in the world, even if it was only small and made the trek to market longer. It was peaceful and quiet, just the way you liked it.

By the time you reached the market, it was already busy, with various villagers and merchants haggling for the best deals. In no time at all you had already returned a coat for the butcher who paid you with some dried rabbit meat, a dress for the merchant selling herbs who paid you 3 bronze drachmas and returned a shawl to a local milkmaid who gave you a small chunk of cheese.

You had also picked up some more clothes that needed mending, and promises of food as payment. Your last stop before heading home was to the farmer's wife to return his jacket.

“Thank you for your service, I would do it myself but…” the farmer's wife sighed holding up her scarred hands from a farming incident a few years back.

“It is no problem at all, do you have anything else that needs mending?” You ask.

“No, but I’m sure he’ll rip something soon enough” the wife sighed shaking her head “Here’s your payment,” she says holding out a small pack that contained some vegetables and fruit.

“Thank you, this is very generous,” you say gratefully, putting the pack away in your basket.

The woman shrugs “Nobody else will buy it, too many imperfections”

You nod forcing a small smile, it was always like this. Your payments being food near the end of its life that nobody else would buy, you always manage to get it to keep for a few more days but you did wonder what fresh food would taste like.

The sound of laughter pulled you from your thoughts, looking over your shoulder you spot the lord's son laughing and pointing at a servant he’s just tripped. The servant quickly got to her feet, her face red with embarrassment, brushing dirt off her hands and skirt.

The farmer's wife caught your attention as she sighed shaking her head “You’d hope now that he’s 5 and 10 that he’d act more grown-up”

You hum in agreement as you watched the Lord’s son try and goad people into crossing him, to speak up against his cruelty. You knew it would be one day soon that he’d goad the wrong person, a mercenary passing through that didn’t fear the Lord’s wrath, and get into trouble or worse.

“He is a toad, someday soon someone will teach him a lesson, show he’s not as invincible as he thinks,” you say shaking your head.

The wife lets out a small hum, her eyes darting to Noks on your shoulder, a wary look in her eyes.

“I best get going, thank you for these,” you say nodding to the pack she’d given you before making your way back home.

A couple of days had passed and after spending all day sitting by the fire mending clothes you were exhausted and looking forward to a good night's rest.

It must have only been a couple of hours since you had fallen asleep, the embers of your fire still hot, when you awoke to someone shaking your shoulders. You blinked your eyes open to see and if the low light you could see your best friend looking down at you, a panicked look on her face.

“Erissa, what- what are you doing?” You mutter in confusion as you sit up.

“You need to get out of here now” she states grabbing your heaviest cloak and throwing it at you, her choppy black hair more wild than usual making you think she probably only recently woke herself or had been in a tavern.

“What why?” You ask in confusion, the panic in her voice driving you out of bed and slipping on your boots.

“The Lord’s son has fallen ill with a mysterious illness, and is unlikely to survive the night, the lord believes you to be a witch and cursed him” Erissa explains as she grabs a pack and starts shoving supplies into it.

Your jaw drops to the floor “Heavens! Why does he believe that!” You exclaim.

“The farmer's wife told him what you said at the market the other day, you called him a toad and said someone would teach him a lesson, the boils on his skin are toad like” Erissa explains as she walks over to you, holding out the pack for you to take.

“That doesn’t make me a witch” you argue shaking your head.

“No, but villagers suspected it, with your ability to keep food longer than them, your cottage so far out, not to mention him” Erissa explains nodding to Noks who was watching the entire exchange “especially since you names him after the death god”

“I did not name him after the old fae death god” you argue, Erissa threw you a pointed look “Knowingly, plus the old god was Noksytos, it’s different”

“It’s similar enough for them and if you don’t flee now you’ll be captured and tied to a stake by morning” Erissa states harshly, pushing the pack further into your grasp.

“O-okay” you mutter, the seriousness of the situation finally set in. You pull your cloak around your loop the pack over your shoulder before grabbing Noks “Where should I go? South?”

Errisa shakes her head “No that’s where they’ll expect you to go, the lord probably has already alerted the sentries on the ports, you need to go north” she says as she leads you out of your cottage and towards the woods behind.

“The north? But there’s nothing there, its all wild and ruins”

“Trust me, run north until you reach the river, cross it and keep going soon enough you’ll reach a cave tunnel, go through it and then you’ll be safe” Erissa promises “I’ll be covering your tracks and will meet you eventually, there should be enough in your pack to last you until I can join you”

You give her a quick nod, holding Noks close to you “Thank you” you breathe out, your voice wobbling in fear.

Erissa puts her hand on your shoulder “It will all be okay, take this to keep you safe” she says holding out a knife you’d never seen her carry before.

It was long and curved and you didn’t instantly recognise the metal, instead of being silver in colour it was completely black. It was like it was sucking in all light around it.

“When did you get this?” You gape.

“A long, long time ago” she muttered not taking her stormy grey eyes off the blade, you glanced at the thin scar that ran down the side of her cheek and wondered whether this blade was the cause of it “Now go” she states pushing you towards the woods.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at your cottage, your home. You prayed that one day you could return but you knew better. Turning on your heels you began your journey into the woods.

Hours passed and you had nearly drunk the entirety of your canteen of water. Thankfully you could hear water flowing not far up ahead meaning you had to be close to the river. Sure enough, as you reached the top of the hill you could see the river below and it was much wider than you expected.

As you got closer Noks made his displeasure known, his claws digging into your shoulder. He meowed loudly in your ear as you crouched down to fill your canteen back up. As you did so you glanced up and down the river for a way to cross but saw nothing and you weren’t sure if you could waste time walking up or downstream for one.

Surveying the river you could see the water wasn’t running too fast and didn’t appear too deep. You weren’t a strong swimmer though and you had Noks on your shoulders so you couldn’t risk slipping and getting swept away. You glance behind you to see one of the large oak trees, miraculously it had a long thick stick laying beneath it, one that you could use to keep your footing as you crossed.

Putting your canteen back in your pack you grabbed the stick and slowly made your way into the river. The water was much colder than you expected making you wince. Thankfully it went no deeper than your naval, Noks still clung onto your head and shoulders though, probably drawing blood with his claws.

By the time you got to the other side you were shivering. You contemplated stopping and maybe building a fire but you weren’t sure what creatures roamed this land. You knew many of the beasts were now extinct following The Great War 500 years ago but there still could be bears or wolves.

You decided to carry on, hoping that you’d soon dry off as you walked. You guessed that it must be sunrise soon too which would also help. You needed to at least get to the cave tunnel, you would have shelter there and could possibly risk a small fire.

It was another couple of hours until you reached the cave tunnel. You were dryer than before but you were still chilled to the bone, tired and weak. It was a struggle to put one foot in front of the other.

You put your hand against the cold stone, resting your forehead against it as you took a moment to recover. You could rest now, make your way into the tunnel and rest.

You were just about to take your pack off to set up camp when you heard a branch snap behind you. Spinning around you tried to spot what caused it but couldn’t. Another branch snapped, this time closer. You needed to get out of here and fast before whatever it was realised you were there so you took off into the cave tunnel.

You were approaching the other end when you heard a loud roar, the fear it instilled in you had you running faster. You failed to notice until it was too late that the roar actually came in front of you. You only realised it when you emerged from the cave right in front of a large monster. Its lion's head roared in your face, spittle covering you as you cowered in fear.

You fell to the floor, holding onto Noks tightly protecting him with your own body. You then heard the sounds of shouting followed by another roar from the monster. You screwed your eyes shut praying that you would survive or that at least the end would be quick.

A heavy thud then ran through the woods, the ground shaking beneath you before everything suddenly went silent. Slowly you peeked your eyes open only to see the monster lying beside you dead a knife protruding from its eye. You scramble back from it, something you soon regret as it allowed you to see all of the creature, its bat-like wings, the goat head that grew from its back, and the tail that ended in a snake's head. It was a chimaera, one of the many monsters you believed to be extinct.

The sound of shuffling had you looking up to see three men all standing watching you sceptically. A man with ebony skin, shortly cropped black hair and bird-like wings, the man to his right was the tallest out of the three and had messy golden locks and cerulean eyes, the last of the men stood on the far right had long brown hair that reached his shoulders and in his metal hand was a blade that was the twin to the one in the chimaera’s eye. What caught your attention the most though was their ears, all of them pointy. Ears of a Fae. The creatures of nightmares, the ones that you thought were killed off after the great war.

“Are you okay?” The male in the middle said, his voice soft.

You were unable to answer though as fear took control of your body causing you to pass out.

Your chest felt tight as you began to stir, shifting in your cot it felt like there was a weight on your chest. Peaking an eye open you confirmed your suspicions that it was Noks lying on your chest. But instead of staring at you, waiting for his breakfast, he was facing off to the side his sights set firmly on something ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

Expecting it to be just a mouse scurrying by the window you followed his gaze only to be startled awake at the sight of the golden-haired fae male from before reclined back in a chair, hand running over his chin as he gazed out the large nearby window. Your sudden movement caught his attention, that or he heard your heart rate skyrocket.

“You’re awake” he simply said his voice soft “I was beginning to worry that you wouldn’t”

“I-I-I-“ you stutter as you gaped back at him.

You thought, you hoped last night had all been a horribly vivid nightmare. But it wasn’t your nightmare was real and was sitting right in front of you in a loose and billowing white tunic that showed off the vast muscle of his chest and navy blue pants. You move to pinch yourself but still would not wake up.

Your eyes darted around the large and well-decorated room. Its walls were white with pastel blue floral patterns, the ceilings were so high that even stood on someone’s shoulders you probably still wouldn’t reach. Two large windows lined the one wall, allowing in so much light it was like you were outside. The bed you lay upon was so soft it was like a cloud and so vast that a whole family could fit.

Eventually, your eyes settled back on the male to your left, he’d watched you the entire time in silence. Remained silent as you then studied him. His hair was tidier than it was before but still seemed like a hand has been run through it a couple of times. His face was calm but cautious, waiting to see what you’d do. Despite the pointed ears he seemed completely different to the monster you had been told about, his eyes weren’t cold, his long fingers lacked claws, his teeth were perfectly normal and not sharp like a shark. You still couldn’t believe a Fae was sitting in front of you.

“You- you should be dead” you finally managed to say.

The male tilts his head, his brows furrowing in confusion “Why?”

“You-you’re fae, they died out centuries ago after the great war” you mutter shaking your head.

A look of understanding passes over his face his pink lips parting “Ah yes…. That was a lie carefully constructed following the peace treaty” he nods.

“What? What peace treaty?” You question, you had never been told of any treaty, you heard the Fae numbers had been so drastically hit that the fighting just stopped and they never recovered.

“The one the human side called for to end the war before too many of them perished, the deal was for fae and humans to live separately and humans to believe our kind simply died out to nothing but stories, the fae have since inhabited areas shrouded by magic in places the humans just seen as wild lands” the male explains sitting forward in his seat “there are very few passages between the two, how did you know about the tunnel?”

“My- my friend told me about it, said I would be safe when I went through” you explain shifting back in the bed to maintain the distance.

“Safe?” The male's brows furrowed once more.

“Yes my village believed me to be a witch, my friend got me out before they could take me and burn me at the stake” You look down to stroke Noks’ head feeling calm wash over you as he nuzzled back into you.

“Well, I can say for certain you are not a witch” the male huffs, his gaze then drifts to the side where a large dresser stands, the knife Erissa gave you sat on top “Did your friend give you that?” He asks pointing to the knife.

“Y-yes” you stutter, terrified that he may use it against you.

He instead just hums and nods his head “Your friend did the right thing, you’ll be safe here” he says before standing up “Dinner is in a couple of hours if you feel up to it” You watch as he crosses the room towards the door.

“Wait” you nearly shout as he reaches the door, his fingers nearly inches from the handle “Who-who are you?”

A small smile plays on his lips as he looks over his shoulder at you “Steven, but you can call me Steve”

You couldn’t help the small smile that broke out hearing such a normal name “Y/N, and this is Noks” you say nodding to Noks.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both, I hope to see you at dinner” he smiles softly before making his way out of the room and you heard no hint of a lie whatsoever.

For the next couple of hours, you debated whether you wanted to join Steve for dinner, whether it was even safe. You were still pacing back and forth in front of the grand bed when there was a light knock on the door.

You spin around to face the door, Noks instantly going on guard from his spot on the bed.

“Hello?” You call out as you slowly back away so your back was against the wall.

A female pokes her head into the room, you guessed she must be some kind of nymph from the greenish hue to her skin. When she spots you in the corner she gives you a kind smile, her golden-coloured eyes holding a gentle warmth.

“I’m here to see if you were joining Steven for dinner?” She says as she steps inside the room, her light blue dress shifting like water as she walked.

“I-uh-I do not-um” you stutter unable to decide let alone find your words.

“It’s okay, if you’re not comfortable I can bring food to you, it might be nice to have a change of scenery though” she offers with a kind smile.

You blink a couple of times, swallowing nervously “I-“ you start before shaking your head and looking down.

“I understand that you feel afraid, but you have nothing to worry about you are safe here, the stories you’ve heard are nothing but stories,” the nymph says as she walks over to you, your gaze rose to meet hers when she went to put her hand on your arm but hesitated “my mother was killed and I was chased from my home for being part Fae, Steve gave me sanctuary here”

You study her for a moment your eyes meeting hers. You see the look of sadness in her eyes as she mourned her mother and old life.

“I’m sorry” you whisper.

“It's okay, my life is much better here than I was in my old stream… Steve is a kind male, you have nothing to fear from him” she reassures you.

You nod your head before glancing around the room in which you had inhabited for the last few hours. Your stomach began to rumble as you realised you hadn’t eaten anything since last night.

“A change of scenery would be nice” you admit glancing back at the nymph “I’m Y/N by the way”

“Kalliphae, but most just call me Kalli” She smiles in return “Now let’s get you changed into something more suitable”

Soon enough you were changed into a gown far more extravagant than you’ve ever worn before. The first gown that Kalli had pulled out for you was even more extravagant, you had tried to convince her to let you wear your old clothes but she said they were still being washed. So you made a compromise and settled for a much simpler, but still extravagant to you, gown instead.

Kalli then directed you through the large grand corridors towards the dining room where Steve was waiting. You had brought Noks along too since he also needed feeding, you hoped Steve didn’t mind the extra mouth.

As you turned into the dining room you halted in your tracks when you saw the table was completely full. You expected to only see Steve but there were 7 others all sitting around the table too. Two of which you recognised as the male with a metal arm and the male with wings but this time his wings were gone.

The room was so loud as everyone talked over each other that you took a couple of steps back. You caught Steve’s attention as you did so, the male rising from his seat at the head of the table. Everyone else fell silent as he stood.

“Y/N, I’m glad you could join us, please sit” he offers gesturing to the chair adjacent to him.

You blinked a couple of times as everyone's gaze settled on you, all of them assessing you, some more kindly than others.

When you didn’t move or say anything Steve began to make his way over to you “They are only my friends and not as scary as they look” he says softly.

“I’d say it's the opposite for Nat” the male with the goatie snickers, only to yelp when you guessed he’d been kicked by Nat.

“Ignore them, please come sit,” Steve says offering his arm.

Your gaze lifts to meet his and see once again only sincerity in his eyes. So you looped your arm with his and let him guide you to the empty seat at the table.

“Let me introduce you, this here is Natalia” Steve says gesturing to the redhead that sat opposite.

“Call me Nat” she smiled.

“Next we have Anthony Stark, you’ll often find Tony tinkering away in his workshop, he made Bucky’s arm,” Steve says nodding to the man you recognised from before “This is Clint, Bruce, Thor and finally Sam” Steve continues gesturing to each of his friends “this is Y/N, she has come here for sanctuary which we are all happy to provide” he finishes sending a pointed look around the group.

You gave them all a small smile before sitting down as you did so you spotted the vast amount of food spread out across the table. There was enough to feed a whole village here and it was all so fresh and luxurious. So luxurious that you began to wonder whether it was a trap, there were so many tales about heroes getting trapped or killed because they couldn’t resist the temptation of the food before them.

They all seemed to notice your hesitation as they all began to load their own plates, Tony spoke up “It’s not poisoned, it won’t trap you here, gods humans are so distrusting”

“Stark” Steve scolded glaring over at Tony “Considering the events of last night Y/N has all the reason to be nervous”

“Ignore Tony, he’s just trying to wind you up, it’s just as safe as the food you’re used to, it just tastes better” Nat reassures you as she takes a bit of her food to show you it was indeed safe.

You give her a small nod before beginning to add some food to your plate. You didn’t pile your plates as much as the others did but it was still the largest meal you’ve had in a long long time. When you took your first bite you had to stop yourself from outright moaning at the taste. What Nat said was a massive understatement, this was the best-tasting food you’ve ever had. Glancing over at Steve you could see the small smirk playing on his lips that told you that you hadn’t completely stopped yourself.

“So what brought you here to seek sanctuary?” Thor asked as he dug into a whole roasted leg of meat.

“My village thought I was a witch, my friend Erissa got me out in the middle of the night and directed me to the cave which led me here” you explain as you feed Noks a chunk of meat off your plate.

“I don’t recognise the name” Bruce hums with a small frown as he glanced over at Steve.

“She’s human like me” you tell him which just made his brow furrow even more.

“That’s impossible” Bruce mutters.

“What Bruce is trying to say is that no human should know about the doorways between our lands, memory of them was wiped from the human race and us fae were forbidden to cross them” Steve explains as he leans back in his chair a contemplative look on his face.

“Oh… maybe she learnt it from old scrolls, she travels a lot” you shrug “I’m not breaking the treaty by being here am I? I don’t need to beg the lord or king for asylum?” You ask nervously.

“There’s no such ruling in the treaty to say humans could not cross into our lands” Steve states.

“And you’ve already been given asylum by the Lord” Tony smirks glancing over at Steve.

Your eyes dart to Steve to see him roll his eyes as he let out a long sigh. You could feel your heart racing in your chest as you realised that Steve wasn’t just a wealthy fae. He ruled over this land.

“I am not,” Steve says as if reading your mind “Me, Bruce, Nat, Thor, Clint and Tony rule over these lands”

“All six of you?” You question, you never heard of multiple people ruling over a territory.

“Yeah they call us the Avengers,” Tony says smugly earning an eye roll from most people at the table.

“The old lord died with no heir, a rival court tried to seize the land as their own, we fought against them and the people of this court chose us as leaders” Nat explained as Steve rubs the space between his brow tiredly.

“Steve is the unofficial leader though, he gets the deciding vote, and we all follow his lead” Clint adds pointing over at Steve with his fork.

“But unlike other courts we all have responsibilities and we debate what’s best to do instead of the emotions on one person driving decisions” Steve states picking up his fork and beginning to eat, effectively ending the conversation.

‘In charge’ Tony mouths when your eyes meet his and couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his face.

Silence, or as close to silence as you could get, fell as everyone began to completely dig into their food. You practically devoured your plateful, having to remind yourself that this food wasn’t about to disappear and that you should pace yourself.

Noks would occasionally meow in your lap, nudging your arm with his head reminding you to feed him a scrap or two. You caught Steve smiling softly over at you after you fed Noks another bite of chicken.

“I’ll ask the staff to prepare him some food for the morning” Steve nods towards Noks.

“Oh it's no it's no worries,” you say shaking your head.

“It's okay, they do so for Bucky’s cat Alpine,” he says nodding over to one of the windows where a white cat was reclined on the windowsill that you hadn’t noticed before.

Noks instantly hopped down from your lap, food completely forgotten, and slowly made his way over to Alpine. The pure white feline paid him little attention as he leapt onto the windowsill.

“Do you mind answering a question?” Bruce says leaning forward as he spoke “How old are you?” he asked when you nodded.

“Four and Twenty” you answer, startled when Tony snorted into his wine glass.

“Four and twenty? You’d think our lifespans would make us slow to advance but they still describe their age like that” he laughs shaking his head.

You frown over at him “How else would you describe it?” you question.

“Just Twenty-Four, it’s much simpler especially when you get to triple digits” Tony explains with a small wave of his hand.

“Triple digits?” you gawk in surprise.

“Yes Fae can live to thousands of years old, nobody is really sure how long as many are killed before their time” Bruce explains.

“So how- how old-” you stutter slightly as you glance around the table.

“Well, Thor won’t tell us which means he’s definitely over a thousand years old” Tony starts before Thor interrupts his laugh bellowing through the room.

“Over a thousand please? I’m as young as all of you” he chuckles shaking his head in a way that said he wasn’t being truthful.

“The rest of us are around the around the three-hundred mark” Tony continues before Nat interrupts.

“Some closer to four hundred than others” she smirks sending a pointed look over at Tony.

“But Steve and metal fingers over here are over five hundred years old” Tony says pointing with his fork over to Steve and Bucky.

A frown forms on your face as you turn to look at Steve. He had been alive during The Great War, he could have possibly been fighting in it. Fighting against your kind, killing them. If what he said earlier was true about the peace treaty that meant he was on the side that nearly killed thousands of humans.

“I fought on the side of the humans, we both did,” Steve said as if reading your mind, or understanding the growing distrust on your face. You blink a couple of times in surprise “I- i- Fae fought alongside humans?” you mutter in disbelief.

“Yes many Fae, younger Fae disliked the tyranny the elder Fae led with, we fought with humans for their freedom, and even after the peace treaty fighting amongst the Fae continued, for land, for status, we continued to fight to restore peace and protect the humans at a great personal cost” Steve explained a dark cloud passing over his features as he glanced over to Bucky’s metal arm.

“I apologise, I did not mean to offend” you whisper looking down.

“No apologies are necessary, I understand,” Steve says his soft smile returning as he nodded over to you.

For the rest of the meal, it was relatively quiet, although some tension still hung in the air so at the earlier opportunity you excused yourself. Steve offered to walk you back to your room. The two of you walked in silence, silence that only grew more uncomfortable as the minutes passed.

“I apologise for my friends and my behaviour at dinner” he finally says once you reached the door to your room.

His apology makes you stop short, your gaze snapping up to his in surprise “No, I’m sorry for my prejudice, I believed all the stories we’d been told as children without considering whether they were actually true or not” you apologise shaking your head.

“It does trouble me that our alliance with your kind has been forgotten, but I understand it too, centuries have passed its only natural for some details to become distorted,” Steve says with a small shake of his head “but I meant it when I said you’d be safe here, you can stay as long as you wish”

“Thank you, my friend Erissa said she would join me, although I’m not sure if she truly understood what this place was,” you tell him.

“Of course, I shall alert my sentries and ensure she is safely escorted to the estate, those woods can be very dangerous, especially for a human” Steve nods.

“Thank you, and thank you for before with that Chimaera, I was certain I was dead” you admit with a long sigh.

Steve smiles softly “Well I shall thank the fates that our paths crossed when they did,” he says with a small bow of the head “I shall leave you to rest, Goodnight Y/N”

“Goodnight Steve” you smile bowing your head gently.

Noks then meows loudly in your arms making Steve chuckle “Goodnight Noks” he smiles.

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