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littledovesnow · 3 months

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any era snow with a sick s/o? 🫣🫣

even if its just a cold i feel like hed 100% worry over them

first of all, i love the 🫣 emoji it's one of my most frequently used ones teehee. second of all, god i love protective worry-wart coriolanus

Keeping the mug of steaming coffee under your nose, you relished in the temporary relief it provided for your congestion.

"Do you want me to call Coriolanus?"

You peered over the mug at Lucky Flickerman, who had stopped pruning his mustache to look at you, worry on his face.

Shaking your head, you gripped onto the back of the chair next to you while the world teetered for a moment. "No, I'm fine. I don't want to worry him, it's the first year Coryo's working as a Gamemaker, he needs to be focused."

Lucky chose not to comment on how your "fine" sounded more like "find" with how congested you are, but the frown on his face persisted.

"What's with that look, didn't your mother ever tell you if you stay like that it'll freeze?"

Lucky was going to reply, but a rough cough from deep in your chest cut him off. "That's it, you're going home."

"You're not my boss." You replied, though you agreed with the brown-haired man. "But yeah, I think I should go home."

Lucky had an assistant at the studio call for a car, patting your back as you were caught up in another coughing spell.

"Don't tell Coryo." You pointed a finger at him, dropping into the plush interior of the car.

Coriolanus closed the door to the apartment you two had recently moved in to, trying to let go of the stress and work-related issues at the door.

He frowned when he heard a hacking sound from the bedroom, and he noticed your bag and coat strewn across the couch. You usually weren't home until later, helping out where you could at the Capitol News studio.

"Love?" He called, walking down the short call to the bedroom.

"No, no, don't come in!" You said, pitiful look on your face. "I'm sick, and you can't get sick, the Games are coming up."

Coriolanus tsked as disregarded your command to stay out of the room, instead pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. "You're warm. Why didn't you have someone call me at the Citadel?"

Shrugging, you leaned into Coriolanus' cool hand, relishing in the feeling against your feverish cheek. "Didn't want to worry you, it's just a cold."

Coriolanus sucked his teeth, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment and re-emerging with a small glass of water, setting it on the bedside table. "I always worry about you, love. Cold or the plague, you're the number one thing on my mind."

You rolled your eyes at the plague comment, knowing you could be quite the dramatic person when ill. "That's sweet, Coryo. But you're going to get sick, and then Dr. Gaul will unleash one of her mutts on me if she finds out I'm the reason her star pupil is sick for the Games."

Laughing, Coriolanus patted your comforter-covered leg as he quickly changed into something more comfortable. "Why don't you grovel in the thoughts of what mutt she might unleash while I work on some soup, hm?"

"Oh, please call Tigris. I don't want to have food poisoning on top of a cold!" You called, breaking into a cough at the end of the statement.

Coriolanus shook his head as he walked out into the kitchen, following your wish to phone his cousin and have her make some soup, knowing he wouldn't do the Snow recipe justice.

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apomaro-mellow · 6 months

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King&Prince 3

Steve didn't know how long he'd been in here between being knocked out and the fact that there was no window to help him tell the time. But it must've been a few hours at least, because someone came down to feed him. The person was nondescript besides the scowl on their face as they pretty much tossed the tray at him. It skid across the floor and Steve saw that it was some bread and some soup.

Steve reached for the soup first, wanting something to warm him only to find that it was just barely above his own body temperature. And something slimy was in it. He winced, making his deliveryman laugh.

"Eat up, your highness", he sneered before leaving him to it.

Steve tried the bread next. It was only slightly stale and he wondered if he should be rationing it. This could be his only meal for the next twenty four hours. They intended to return him home but that didn't mean he had to be in perfect condition. They could keep him on the brink if it suited them.

In the end, he decided to finish it all now. He looked at what he was left with. A spoon, a bowl, and a tray. He could probably use any of the three as a weapon, but that did nothing for his locked cell. Steve spent the next few hours, formulating a plan.

He would've thought about it longer, but that was when someone came to serve what must be dinner. That is unless they served bread and soup for breakfast here. It was someone different, but they handed him the tray in much the same way, sliding it in small space under the bars.

"I need to relieve myself", Steve announced.

"And? You've got four corners."

"So I'm just supposed to shit in the corner?"

"Enjoy your slop", he said, turning to leave when Steve grabbed an arm through the bars and twisted it behind his back and raised the spoon to his throat. It was probably the least threatening thing ever but his current warden was frozen.

"What the hell!?"

"You're going to let me out. Or else."

"Or else what? You'll spoon me to death?", he let out a choke of laughter as Steve pressed down.

"I think that's exactly what I'll do", Steve said as he slid the spoon up his neck, up his face and towards his eye.

"Waitwaitwait! I don't even have the keys! Only the king can let you out!"

"Are you lying to me?", Steve asked, his voice low.

"No! I promise. He's the only one with a key to this place. We don't keep a lot of prisoners!"

Steve waited a moment to see if there were any tells that might show dishonesty before dropping the spoon and backing away from the bars.

"In that case, I request an audience with your king. A prisoner I may be, but these current accommodations are not to my standards."

His guard gave him an incredulous look as he caught his breath and regained his wits. "Are you serious? You're making demands?"

Steve crossed his arms. "I am not going to shit where I sleep."

"No one here gives a fuck about what you want. Get used to that prince."

He spat out the word 'prince' like it was a slur. Steve didn't have a huge flock of fans back home, but the blatant disrespect was so foreign. He was left alone to figure out how he was going to keep his cell from smelling like a latrine.

Eddie sent out a letter the very day he had Steve in his keep, flying on the wing of one of his demobats so that there was no mistaking who the letter came from. Steve didn't know how things were going outside his limited scope though, and tried to make the best of his situation. He considered positioning his stream outside the cell and also leaving his solid waste as close to the bars as possible just to piss off whoever came down here, but considering that meant it might touch his food, he refrained.

There wasn't the smell of rot or waste here, so that could only mean prisoners weren't meant to be here long. That either meant they had different cells for long time stays. Or...

Steve brought a hand to his throat. He wouldn't think of 'or' right now. He paced around, considering trying to dig a hole in the softest part of the stone (what an oxymoron), when his foot stumbled against something. There was a small panel, it seemed. And when he opened it, it was a bottomless, black hole. Well what better place for waste to go?

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Steve was pretty sure a couple of days had passed, just from the amount of meals he'd been given. But he knew he looked more destitute than that. A side effect of having to choose between tearing up his blanket to wipe himself with or tearing his own clothes. And only one of those was comfortable on his ass.

It was probably about three days in when he got a new visitor. This one still brought food but he was also significantly younger than the others. A literal child.

"Whoa. So you're the guy who tried to kill someone with a spoon?" The boy tilted his head, inspecting Steve. "You don't look that dangerous."

"Give me a spoon and let's test your theory", Steve said, sitting against the far wall, waiting for the tray to be passed over. It seemed fitting that a demonic king would be using child labor.

"Spoons are too easy", the boy said. "Now if you could threaten someone wiiiiith your pinky! Yeah if it was your pinky that would be intimidating."

"My pinky?"

"Yeah", the boy nodded, flopping his brown curls around.

Steve held up his pinky. "You could poke someone's eyes out, hold them up by the nose, break their other fingers with enough force, just to name a couple of things."

"That's almost every orifice. I guess the ears aren't too vulnerable. But what about the ass?"

Steve's face scrunched up, confused as to what the boy was talking about and why he was having this conversation. "What about the ass?"

"You could stick a finger up there. Really disorient a person."

"...Yeah it'd do that. But you wouldn't really do that to an enemy."

"Why?"

"How old are you?", Steve asked.

"Thirteen."

"Ask someone when you're older."

"Oh come on! I'm not a baby."

Steve cracked his first smile in days. He thought of himself back at thirteen. It wasn't that long ago but he was both embarrassed and nostalgic for that age. "Just hand the food over, kid."

"You and Eddie. One day the youth will rise you know", the boy said as he pushed the food over.

Hearing that definitely made Steve feel older than he was but he tried to ignore it. What was harder to ignore was that the kid kept coming back. Steve had gotten used to a new face every time a new meal was delivered. But this kid, who he learned was named Dustin, came every time now. He asked Steve questions about how to kill people.

Steve told him flat out he'd never killed anyone, was just trained to. So Dustin rephrased to ask how he would kill someone. It still seemed like a morbid topic to have with someone locked up, but it wasn't like Steve had anything else to do. So he told Dustin what he knew. About people's typical weak spots, about the best weapon to use for what sort of damage he was looking for.

He never considered that Dustin might be performing espionage. He was just a kid after all. And when Steve wasn't talking about headlocks versus full body grappling, Dustin was talking about his friends. It was mostly Will, Mike, and Lucas. Sometimes and El was thrown in there. And then there was this Eddie character. Someone who drove Dustin up the wall but also clearly had the boy's admiration.

Apparently Eddie told stories to Dustin and his friends and let them insert their own characters, and gave them a chance to interact with the story. It was fun and Eddie challenged them with obstacles. But it was frustrating when they couldn't decide on the best course of action and Eddie bested them.

Steve had never heard of interactive storytelling like that. And he had to admit it was a good way to engage with kids, not that he had much experience with that.

Around the fourth day since Dustin's arrival, probably about a week or so in to Steve's stay, he really took in Steve's appearance and it surroundings.

"I should ask Eddie about getting you some new clothes. And maybe, I don't know freshen things here? We've never kept somebody down here this long."

Steve figured that. "How is Eddie going to get me anything?"

Dustin looked at him like he was a child. "He's got some pretty big pull around here."

Steve doubted that. Eddie sounded like perhaps a servant with a soft spot for the children of the castle, regardless of their station. Maybe he was a knight and Dustin had been downplaying his nobility? Either way, Steve wasn't going to hold his breath. It didn't matter who Eddie was. King Edward was like stone, he was sure. Listening to no one.

Part 5

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 11 months

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Heyo! Love your work btw *chef kiss* I'm obsessed with your poly turtles stuff. Could you maybe do some Christmas poly headcannons? Seasonal Activities they do with their s/o, possible gifts they receive, fav cookies/treats, fav Xmas music. Idk just some festive stuff? If you're busy that's cool 😎 your poly turt stuff has me needing more haha. Thanks!

Ok, I'm pretty sure I got this before Christmas and it's now May. I'm so sorry. I won't go into all the reasons I haven't really been writing because it's a lot but I want to get back into it so here goes with this very unseasonal post lmao

and thank you everyone for you patience as I get back into the swong of writing for my blog

Raph

This big hunk of red and green first

He's very seasonal if you think about it

He's also super (secretly) into the holidays

catch him doing his rendition of rockin' around the Christmas tree very loudly when he's off his tits on eggnog

((side note I think he would hate eggnog but would drink it solely because it's festive))

He's secretly super sentimental and he knows you love this time of year so he really puts his back into it

I'm talking it's the 1st of December and he wakes you up in a full Santa outfit and white beard (that he knitted himself) yelling "Ho Ho Ho!" and asking if you've been naughty or nice

it's like 6am so you, naturally, tell him to piss off

to which he makes a big show of trying to shove you into his Santa sack because "Someone needs a trip to the North Pole to learn the Christmas spirit"

He's also pretty good with crafts

obvs you guys can't go outside and be seen so he creates a whole winter wonderland in the lair (without telling the others, Mikey was the only one who appreciated it tbh)

also he's a great cook so you spend evening after evening baking sugar cookies and decorating them, sipping hot chocolate with a candy cane in it and whipped cream on top, making warming winter soups.

In terms of gifts, he gets you anything and everything he even thinks you might like

real big spender this one

handmade too items like a scarf he knitted for you because your old one was a bit worn, handmade card, he even did a little snow globe that he made with figures of you and him inside of it

he'll say "I know it's lame" or "It's not the best but I tried" but it means the world to you

Leo

Big boy blue up next

I see him loving a very traditional, old fashioned, classic Xmas.

His big thing is that he loves to decorate the tree with you

but you would always bicker about how it should look

"No, I think a gold and red theme would look better!"

"But, Leo, we have all of these cute glass candy canes I wanna hang!"

"But I have a vision!!"

so this year he decides to buy like 6 trees (and by buy I mean forage, steal or cut down)

so you can both have your own trees and decorate them however you want

this, obviously, becomes a Christmas competition

your very unwilling judges are Leo's brothers and even Splinter

they have never looked more uncomfortable than when you and Leo are very passionately stating your case for why your tree is better than the other's and it ends in you both throwing baubles at each other

about half an hour and a lot of tinsel lying everywhere later you decide that maybe you're both a little too competitive

but Leo reassures that "That's why I love you"

He's so big on quality time with you

lot's of sitting by a crackling fire, sipping coco and letting soft Christmas songs play

he's made a playlist of v gentle ones like Eartha Kitt's Santa baby, Conventry carol and god rest ye merry gentlemen.

it's all about the mood w/ Leo

as far as gifts, it's has to be something personal and sweet

a pressed flower in resin from the first day you both met, a silver heart shaped locket with a pic of you both in it, some sort of talisman that's supposed to keep you safe in ninja superstition

Mikey

Time for chaotic good to come to play

Mikey just manages to capture that almost childlike enthusiasm and wonder for the season

He has a funny habit of wrapping your gifts to look like something else

last year you were certain he'd gotten you a rocking horse but it turned out to be a new phone and headphones

"How long did it take you to wrap it like that?"

"Don't ask questions you don't wanna know.....3 hours to make the horse part look right"

normally he gets you silly but sweet gifts

lots of sticking filler things

oh and he gets you an actual stocking too, but like a comically oversized one to fit all the gifts

stuff he's made too

one year he made you 50 hand cut paper snowflakes with 50 reasons he loves you written and drawn on them

also stuff you guys can do together

video games he knows you'll find fun, stupid interactive games that you can play, that kinda stuff

he does a special Xmas scavenger hunt for you each year that the others pretend is stupid but it keeps getting more elaborate as time goes on and even they are started to get invested in the ending

there's a theme and everything ranging from polar express to murder at the Christmas party to Santa's grotto....

he also never fails to dress up as Mrs Clause every year (because Raph insists on being Santa and at first Mikey just wanted everyone to laugh, but now it's kinda a tradition)

Donnie

oh my sweet gadget boy

he's super big into cocktails, the sweeter the better

and you always get to name them together but you both have a warped sense of humour so the names are getting out of hand

you pick a fave each year as well

last year was "The abominable snowman's frozen left nut" and the year before was "Mrs Clause putting glass shavings in Santa's food because he came back with the clap"

I told you they were bizarre....

his gifts are always thoughtful and so romantic

I HC Donnie as being a super romantic guy

whether it be a painting he made of the constellations and planets in correct placement on the night the two of you first kissed

or a wreath of dried flowers and plants to hang on the door that came from the field behind your childhood house

but this year it's a scrapbook filled to the brim with every detail of the two of you, all dated and with a little annotation telling a story as to why it's in there. photos, cards, handwritten letters, magazine cut outs, diary entries.... it's all in there and it's enough to make you cry.

He also sneaks you out on Christmas eve every year without the others knowing (they'd flip if they came to know that he was stealing you away at that time)

but he takes you up to the rooftops to sit on blankets and drink hot chocolate (spiked with a little rum, it's Donnie after all...) and look at the lights and snowflakes and people bustling home to their families and you sit and feel at peace and laugh as you make up backstories to each individual you see scurrying home

you lean against his shoulder and every year that he does this it feels more magical than the last

#tmnt #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #teenage mutant ninja turtles #christmas #poly #poly edition #christmas edition #tmnt x reader #tmnt/reader #tmntxreader

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elisysd · 10 months

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Ho Hey - The Lumineers

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

I belong with you, you belong with me You're my sweetheart

Weeks went by and Lyanna could see Charles making fast progress. It wasn't long before he was fully able to move again, and even the doctors were impressed by his recovery. Towards the end of November, as she was cutting up a butternut squash to make soup, a half-smiling Charles burst into the kitchen, coming back from his last weekly medical appointment.

“Lyanna… baby, guess what?”

“I don’t know but it must be good since you are smiling like that.”

He took the keys to his Pista out of his pocket and waved them in front of his girlfriend.

“The doctor told me that I could drive again!”

In surprise, Lyanna almost cut herself. She put the knife to the side and looked up at Charles with wide, joy-filled eyes.

“That’s amazing news, Charles! I’m so happy for you!” she said as she almost jumped on him.

“Careful, I still have to take things easy.”

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just that I know how much you missed driving. Did he tell you anything about racing in F1?”

“He said that it’s something that I must see with our medical team at Ferrari but to him, it should not be a problem. I’m going to finally be able to work on my simulator. It was collecting dust; I can’t wait to use it again. So this was the big news. On the way home I thought about something and I would like to have your honest opinion on it.”

“Shoot.”

“I was thinking that since I missed driving, I don’t have to be to the factory because technically winter break is about to beginning, you’ve been playing nurse with me for the past three weeks and you haven’t seen your family in a while… I was wondering if you wanted to visit them? It would be a nice and long road trip. Perfect for me to get back to driving in a really relaxing way.”

“Charles Leclerc, are you asking to meet my family?”

Charles shrugged and tried to pretend that it was just an idle idea and not something he'd been thinking about for days. He really wanted to meet Lyanna's family. It was one more step in their relationship but he was ready and he hoped Lyanna was too.

The young woman thought she detected a flicker of doubt in her boyfriend's eyes. She moved closer to him and put her arms around his neck before sealing her lips with his. Charles grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the counter. He pulled away from her and rested his forehead against hers, playing with the knots of the apron the actress was wearing.

“I have to call my mom to see when she would like us to come.”

“So it’s a yes?”

She nodded as she put her hand against Charles's cheek and kissed him again. Now she had to find a way to tell her mother that she was coming to visit and that Charles would be with her.

A few days later, the couple were ready for the trip. Charles was trying to wedge their bags as best he could into the trunk of his Pista, while Lyanna was on the phone to her mother.

“I’m telling you mom, if it’s too much for you, Charles and I can always go to the hotel.”

“No, darling, it’s fine. I just want the house to be clean and perfect. I still have to go grocery shopping. Is he allergic to anything? Does he have to follow a special diet?”

Lyanna rolled her eyes. She knew that coming with Charles would be stressful for her mom. She always had a hard time mingling with people that had a superior lifestyle to her own, being ashamed of being a single mother from the working class. Her mom was not a jealous person, she had just developed a strong inferiority complex. So meeting Charles who was a millionaire was a tough experience for her mom. She was scared he would judge her, something that Lyanna found really stupid. But she was her mom and she could not change her.

“All good. We are ready to go, love!” exclaimed Charles as he closed the trunk.

“I have to go mom, see you tonight.”

“Be careful on the road, okay. Remind Charles that the motorway is not a F1 track.”

“Don’t worry mom, I’m safe with him. The only thing you should be scared of is his capacity to not park right.”

Lyanna had deliberately said the words a little louder as Charles walked past her. He shook his head and stuck his tongue out at Lyanna, who responded by doing the same. She finally hung up before getting into the car and fastening her seatbelt. She looked at Charles, who looked like a child on Christmas Eve. He was happy to be behind the wheel at last. A painkiller for Charles before setting off, and they were on their way. To get to Lyanna's family, they had to travel for almost seven hours. Lyanna had therefore prepared a long playlist of her and Charles's favourite music, as well as snacks, although they had planned to stop off at a restaurant to eat along the way.

The journey was punctuated by laughter and singing off keys to their favourite songs. Even if the grey and cold November weather was not ideal for driving, the young couple managed to make the trip a moment of complicity. They ended up stopping several hours later at a restaurant on the border between Switzerland and France. From what Lyanna could see, it looked like a farmhouse inn. She glanced at Charles, trying to find out implicitly whether he was tempted by the restaurant or would prefer to stop elsewhere.

Charles parked the Pista and they headed for the entrance. It was a warm, friendly place with panelled walls et checkered patterns on the chairs. The waitress took them to a small table with a magnificent view of a lake. It must have been a beautiful place in midsummer, with the sun shining, Lyanna thought to herself. They were served quickly, the restaurant having very few customers, and out of the corner of her eye Lyanna noticed a little blonde girl who couldn't have been more than four years old, watching Charles attentively with big blue eyes.

“I think you have a fan…” whispered Lyanna to Charles.

He questioned her, and Lyanna beckoned him to look to her right. The little girl saw that Charles had noticed her and hid in the arms of her father, who was too busy chatting to what Lyanna assumed was his wife to notice his daughter's little antics.

Charles smiled broadly and waved at the child, who tugged at his father's sleeve to get his attention. He leaned over to his daughter and whispered a few words in her ear. He then looked away to concentrate on Charles. Then he gave the child a gentle push in the direction of the pilot. The little girl approached shyly, twisting her fine hair around her fingers.

“Hello, little one.” Said Charles as he stood up and immediately crouched to the kid’s height.

“Hello, mister. I like your hair. They are pretty.”

“Thank you?” chuckled Charles not expecting it. “And I like your dress. What is your name, beautiful?”

“Lizzy. And you?”

“I’m Charles, and this is Lya.”

Lyanna waved at the little girl.

“Is she your wife?” asked Lizzy.

Charles was taken aback by the question and stuttered, at a loss for an answer. As for Lyanna, she could feel the blood rushing to her face and burning her cheeks.

“Uh, well… no. She is just my girlfriend. But maybe one day, she will be my wife. I don’t know.”

“She is pretty.” Complimented Lizzy while looking at Lyanna.

“That, she is. And what are you doing here, Lizzy?”

“I’m bored. My daddy and my mummy are ignoring me. I’m feeling lonely. Do you want to play with me? I have a colouring book but I can't colour without crossing the lines.”

Charles looked at Lyanna to see if she minded. She indicated that it was okay with her and Charles nodded in Lizzy's direction as she hurried off to get her pencils and colouring book.

“I think someone has a little crush.” Teased Lyanna as Charles shrugged.

Lizzy came back quickly and put her things on the table, then came and sat on Charles's lap. Lyanna watched them in silence as Charles gave Lizzy instructions and advice as best he could, making her laugh as he bounced her on his knee.

Deeply moved by the scene, Lyanna discreetly took out her phone and snapped a few photos, which she sent to Pascale. The young woman began to think that Charles really was very good with children and would probably make a good father one day. The thought gave her a warm feeling in her lower belly.

“I’m sorry about Elisabeth. She has the habit to annoy people.” Lizzie’s father came to them with his wife behind him.

“She did not annoy us at all!” defended Charles “You have a really sweet daughter.”

“Oh thank you. And you guys make a beautiful couple.” Added the mother.

They said a quick goodbye and Lizzie put her little arms around Charles to give him a hug before kissing Lyanna's cheek and following her parents.

“Well, that was cute.” Lyanna said as they were leaving soon after the restaurant and as they set off again.

“Definitely. I know it’s early in the relationship to have this kind of discussion but, do you want kids? Because I want some…” asked her Charles which took Lyanna by surprise. She had never really thought about it.

“Um, I don’t know… I mean. I love kids but do I want some? I…guess? At some point? Not tomorrow that’s for sure but in a few years, maybe.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m not saying that I want to be a dad tomorrow. I would like to win a championship before.”

“How many would you like?” asked Lyanna. She liked to see his face lighting up when he talked about having a family.

“Three! It’s the perfect number. Ideally, two boys and a girl. That would be the ultimate goal.”

“I think two for me is enough… I don’t know how I could manage three. And you do know that you can’t chose the gender, right?”

“I know, it’s just… in a perfect world, I have a world champion title with Ferrari, three amazing kids, an amazing wife and a house with a big garden in the heights of Monaco. What does your perfect world look like?”

Lyanna looked out of the window; she had never given it much serious thought. She lived from day to day without trying to project herself. She closed her eyes for a moment and let her mind wander.

“A house, not too big and not too small. A cozy atmosphere. I would love a big fireplace for when it’s cold during winter. And… you. I’m going to sound cheesy as fuck, but honestly my definition of perfect world is wherever you are.

Charles looked at her with a smile and took her hand, bringing it to his lips. He then intertwined his fingers with hers and spent the rest of the journey like this.

It was late when they arrived outside Lyanna's mother's house. The neighbourhood was quiet and Charles was able to park his Pista out of sight. He was the first to get out of the car and hurried to open Lyanna's door as she tried to delay seeing her mother as long as possible. She loved her mother more than anything and wanted the visit to go as smoothly as possible. She didn't know what she would do if her mother didn't like Charles.

Just then, a figure emerged from the house and came towards them. The first thing Charles noticed was how Lyanna was the spitting image of his mother. The second was the way she looked at him as she took her daughter in her arms. With one look, she'd made it clear that she had her eye on him and that he didn't have her wrapped around his little finger.

Well, Charles thought, it was time for him to bring his A game.

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author's note: A pure fluffy chapter to celebrate Charles P2 woop woop! As usual I can't wait to read your thoughts about the chapter and theories about what's going to happen between Charles and Lya's mother 👀

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cowboyjigen · 1 year

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sick day or sometimes it’s a good thing to have a boyfriend who also a doctor

warnings: third person, she/her pronouns, sorta sounds like angst but it’s not really, just law being law, being sick, general medical care but also not really, unedited

it started with a cough. not to bad but it was kind of annoying. the side eyes from penguin and shachi were reminder enough that no one on the polar tang got sick.

everyone tried to ignore the occasional cough, knowing that drawing attention would make it worse. but not long after sneezes also filled the empty spaces between words. bepo did his best to place blame else where, ‘oh i must have missed a spot while dusting’ and ‘did the water go down wrong’ were amongst the list of excuses he used.

eventually the fever came about. and law finally started to take notice. “you’re burning up.”

“pfft thanks for telling me i had no idea.”

“you need to rest.”

“i’ll be fine, law.” y/n resisted pushing herself off the cot.

“no, that’s an order.” law retorted pushing her back down gently.

“i’m not staying here all day law! there’s stuff i need to do!”

“i said no. that’s the end of it.” and with that law walked out of the med bay and into his office. passing bepo, the navigator gave him a telling look. “she needs rest.”

“she needs a boyfriend, not a doctor or captain.” law sighed before continuing his pursuit to his office.

a few hours had passed before law finally left the room. stepping into the kitchen he found ikkaku glaring at him. she was holding a cup of tea and a bowl of soup. “you should make yourself useful.” she said before shoving them into his hands. he more than know what she meant by that.

abandoning his own plans for food he made his way to the med bay. but before he reached the door he found himself changing direction. heavy footsteps ringing out as he made his way to his room. opening the door, he placed down the soup and tea before moving back out of the room.

he started down the hall again, stopping in front of the labeled door. he swiftly knocked twice before reaching for the handle. he found her asleep on the bed, undisturbed by his entrance. making his way over to her, he lifted her from the cot before carrying her to their shared room.

he placed her down on the bed before removing his shoes and laying down next to her, holding her close. she moved closer to his chest, a small smile on her face. law sighed before closing his own eyes.

as it turns out law was right. the next morning, she felt great. she just needed rest. but the captain was look a little worse for ware when he woke up with a fever of his own.

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slasher-male-wife · 1 year

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hi I saw your reqs were open and was hoping i could ask for a hannigram x gn reader where the reader feels a lil insecure about third wheeling and when hannigram find out they are extra affectionate to her, just sweet fluff and affirmations kinda thing

Of course I can. And I know you said gn reader but this is a reminder because of some other requests I got, I don't write for fem readers. I don't feel comfortable writing about and there's so many other people who do write for fem readers. Anyway I made this a little more Holiday themed because I need to milk the season for all it's go content wise.

You love me right? Hannigram x gn reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, insecure reader, polyamory, I kinda threw in some personal stuff because I needed to, google translated Lithuanian

Lately you couldn’t help but feel kind of insecure about your relationship with Will and Hannibal. You love them and you know they love you but sometimes it feels like you’re third wheeling with them. You thought that they wanted distance but didn’t know how to tell you so you started to grow a bit more distant, thinking it would help. But it only made things worse. You’ve been getting stomach aches over this whole situation and you didn’t know how to bring it up to them without making them feel bad or making you feel bad for thinking that they didn’t love you.

It’s another cold night in December. You’d just gotten back from a holiday themed opera. Hannibal leaves you and Will with a kiss as he heads for the kitchen. Will heads for the living room and you start to follow him before you get that feeling like you’re being too clingy. You stop yourself and head upstairs to your bedroom. You take off your coat and fancy outfit. You feel tears prick at your eyes but you try to push them away. You put on more comfortable clothes and take deep breaths.

Maybe you really should tell them what you think. It’s really eating away at you. You bite your bottom lip and sit on the bed, head in your hands. God what is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? They have to love you right? They do love you. You’re sure of it. But sometimes it just feels like you’re intruding on Will and Hannibal's dates. Their time together, their special moments. It feels like you’re just a friend sometimes. All of these emotions make you boil over and soon you start to cry.

You can’t help it anymore. You’ve gone too long without feeling like this. Without feeling like an outsider in your own damn relationship. What made them grow so distant? What did you do to make them hate you this much? How can you fix it now? Your head swims with ideas as you pick yourself up and go into the bathroom. You wash off your face and try to make it look like you haven’t been crying. Hannibal calls you down for dinner and you take another deep breath.

You enter the dining room to find Will and Hannibal waiting for you. Hannibal made some kind of soup. You smile at your boyfriends before taking your seat. They start a conversation about what they should do this Christmas. Will is insisting they get a real tree this year but Hannibal is against it. You’re siding with Will on getting a tree.

“It would be very fun. You can use the pine needles for baking or something I’m sure.” You say taking another sip of your soup. Hannibal just gives you a glance before looking back over at Will. You feel a large lump forming in your throat now. Tears pricking at your eyes again. Will seems to notice.

“Y/n?” He asks, but you don’t hear him because of your heart beating in your ears, “Y/n?” he asks again. This time you look up, “Is everything ok?” He asks. Feeling Hannibal and Will looking at you now with worry in their eyes you start to bawl.

You cry loud and ugly tears. Hannibal is quick to push away your bowl and sit next to you, along with Will. Will holds you close to him and Hannibal puts a hand on your thigh and rubs your back. They don’t try to get you to talk until you stop crying. Now with having them be so close to you it makes you cry even harder. Eventually you sniffle and wipe away your tears. Your eyes are big and red. Your cheeks dewy from all of the tears.

“I’ve been feeling so awful lately. I feel like I’ve been third wheeling with you two. Like I’m not even in the relationship anymore. I thought you wanted space but that just made me feel even worse. I’m so sorry for being so emotional.”

“Don’t ever apologize for feeling your emotions.” Hannibal says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Will pulls you in closer to him, having you sitting on his lap now. Hannibal moves into your chair, keeping his hand on your thigh.

“We are so sorry for making you feel that way honey. We promise that we still love you dearly ok? We never wanted to make you cry,” Will presses a kiss to your temple before hugging you closer to him, “ Now if you ever feel bad about anything please tell us. If you needed more attention from us you should have told us. We promise to never ignore you again alright?” You nod.

After cleaning up the three of you head back upstairs. Hannibal and Will helping you get ready for bed and holding you in between them in bed.

“I hope you know we love you very much Y/N.” Will says kissing your forehead.”

“Jei turėčiau gėlę kiekvieną kartą, kai pagalvočiau, kaip stipriai tave myliu, galėčiau amžinai vaikščioti savo sode.” Hannibal says in his native language. He often speaks in it when he’s feeling some kind of strong emotion. You know a little of the language so you know what he’s saying is romantic.

“Can you please tell me what you just said?” You say sleepily.

“I said ‘If I had a flower for every time I thought about how much I loved you, I could walk in my garden forever.”

You fall asleep with a smile on your face. You know they really love you. In the morning you wake up with Will still on your right but Hannibal gone. You try to get up out of bed but you’re pulled back down by Will. You let out a light laugh.

“Honey I’ve got to get up ok?” He just pulls you closer.

“It can wait a few more minutes.” He says, sleep heavy in his voice.

“Will I’m hungry and Hannibal’s making breakfast. I wanna go eat,” Will sighs and lets you go for a moment before he picks you up in his arms with a grunt from him and a laugh from you, “Will you can’t carry me down the stairs!” You exclaim but Will’s already walking out of the bedroom. But once at the stairs he does let you down. He takes your hand and walks with you down into the kitchen where Hannibal waits. A plate on pancakes and a bowl of berries greet your eyes and nose.

“You made this for us?” You ask. Hannibal knows that this is your favorite breakfast food. He nods.

“I did mano meilė,” He says, still feeling inclined to speak his native language, “Now have a seat. I want you to have plenty of energy for what I have planned for us today. You pull up a seat at the counter and so does will. You’re handed your pancakes and berries and you quickly start to eat. You’re the luckiest person in the world to have these two as your boyfriends.

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hannigram #will grahm x reader #will grahm #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x you

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rphelperblog · 1 year

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Friends and Family Rp Meme

inspired by some of my new fave rp blogs @jaymaybnk @p0gue4life @kierras @pogueframed

@sulsurfer

“Want to take a walk with me?”

“Do you need a hug?”

“Dude, I’m taking you out shopping. No buts.”

“This couch is big enough for the both of us.”

“I stole your __ I hope you don’t mind.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“There’s nothing wrong with friends holding hands!”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“My socks look good on you. I wondered where they went.”

“Come here! Cuddle session!”

“Think I can squeeze in there with you?”

“Why did you put that all the way up there?”

“Can you open this for me?”

“Do you need help opening that?”

“Not gonna lie, your clothes look good on me.”

“You look comfy.”

“You look good today!”

“Can I brush your hair?”

“Can you brush my hair?”

“Can you get that for me?”

“I’m wearing your name tag obviously I’m you.”

“This couch is all mine I will push you off if you try sitting on it.”

“Budge up you’re hogging all the room.”

“I know that look- you’re up to no good.”

“Do you know where __ went?”

“I will roll you up in a blanket if you refuse to go to bed.”

“I’m so tired… ”“I don’t want to be alone.”“My hands are shaking.” “Don’t get up. I’m comfortable like this.”

“Please stay. I’d like some company.”

“Could I get a hug?”

“Would you pet my hair?”

“Will you sing something for me?”

“I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?”

“Can I lay my head in your lap?”

“You can touch my hair but don’t mess it up!”

“Here, lay down in my lap.”

“You know, you’re pretty comfy.”

“Come here, ya big lug/small fry.”

“Just take my hand. It’ll be better, I promise.”

“I’m not letting go.”

“I’ll hold you as long as you need.” “It’s okay to stay, you know.”

“I’m so happy you’re here with me.” “Your hugs are warm. We should do this more often.”

❛ remind me why we’re friends again? ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ do you think we’re friends in every universe? ❜

❛ you’re interesting and different and i like that. ❜

❛ i feel like i can tell you anything. “

❛ please don’t ever become a stranger. ❜

❛ i like being alone but i’d rather be alone with you. ❜

❛ you’re important to me, you little shit. ❜❛

i can always count on you. ❜

❛ here, you can borrow my jacket. ❜

❛ i am this close away from strangling you. ❜

❛ no offense, but you look terrible. ❜

❛ do you think we’ll ever stop being friends? ❜

❛ i found this cool rock that made me think of you. ❜

❛ you can sleep over, it’ll be like when we were kids. ❜

❛ here’s a spare key so you don’t have to keep coming in through the window. ❜

❛ that sounds dangerous. i’m in! ❜

❛ we’re still friends, right? ❜

❛ i don’t have a date, so do you wanna be my plus one? ❜❛ i heard you were feeling sick, so i made you some soup. ❜

❛ i already said i’m paying. you can buy next time, okay? ❜

❛ you’re the best, you know that? ❜

❛ i’m not hitting you, it’s called platonic bdsm. ❜

❛ you’re more family to me than my own family is. ❜

❛ because i like you. because you’re my friend. ❜

❛ i feel like i can be myself around you. ❜

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

❛ you are literally too stupid to insult. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ who needs them. we can have fun on our own. ❜

❛ you deserve every good thing that comes your way. ❜

❛ don’t worry, i’ve got your back! ❜

❛ you’re like, the strongest person i know. ❜

❛ friends don’t lie. ❜

❛ don’t make me regret giving you the aux cord. ❜

❛ you can come over any time. it’s not a problem. ❜

❛ i’m glad to have met you. ❜

❛ you remember the day we became friends? ❜

❛ i know, i know. i’m the best. ❜

❛ no one hurts you and gets away with it. ❜

❛ because you love me! duh! ❜

❛ why do you keep me around? ❜

❛ you’re not getting rid of me that easily. ❜

❛ what would you do without me, huh? ❜

❛ thanks. i really needed this. ❜

❛ what are best friends for? ❜

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themimsyborogove · 5 months

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idk if ur still taking requests/ideas or not, but if so, do you think you could write a little something about Magnus taking in a young warlock and teaching them magic, like how Ragnor did all those years ago with him?

I’m sorry this took so long, anon. I hope you’re still around✨

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Crickets chirped loudly from their hiding places, and a breeze blew across the crowded alley holding the Kyoto Shadow Market, raining bright fall leaves onto the stalls. Magnus generally preferred to come to Kyoto in spring time, when it was the cherry blossoms shedding their petals like a warm pink blizzard, but fall certainly had its charms as well.

He stopped to examine a stall selling fruit and flowers gathered from the parts of Faerie more easily accessed from gateways in Japan, and harder to find in New York. He was contemplating the flowers, trying to determine which he might need for potions in the near future, when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye.

Magnus grabbed the hand before it could reach out and snatch one of the fruits. “I wouldn’t do that,” he murmured, soft enough that only the would-be-thief could hear. “Stolen faerie food isn’t safe to eat.”

“Let go of me, asshole!” the girl he had grabbed said in the kind of stilted English that had likely never been used outside of a classroom full of kids giggling over swear words they had learned to fluster the teacher. She was wearing a school uniform track suit with a huge scarf wound around her neck.

Magnus steered the girl away from the faerie stall before she could draw more attention to herself.

“Is this your first time in a Shadow Market,” he asked, switching to Japanese.

The girl looked relieved and stopped trying to struggle out of his grip. “I didn’t know where to go. I saw lights I had never seen before, and I followed them here.” Her free hand reached up to touch the scarf around her neck, bulkier than the material should have been, and Magnus had an inkling of what the answers to the rest of his questions were going to be.

They had broken out of the thickest part of the crowd, and Magnus spotted a stall selling noodles, the stools around the bar-like table shielded by a half curtain.

The girl watched him warily as he ordered two bowls of noodles and gestured for her to sit down. “I don’t have any money,” she said.

“I know,” Magnus replied. “It’s obvious that you’ve never tried to steal anything before. If you’d had money, you would have used it. Sit down, you must be hungry.”

The girl sat and looked between her bowl of noodles, topped with a thin slice of fried tofu, and the fox-like faerie who had served them to her. “Kitsune udon,” she muttered under her breath, with the air of someone still astonished to find out how much of their folklore was based on truth. “I never thought about why it was called that.”

“Do you have a name?” Magnus asked. She might not yet, depending on how long it had been since she found out what she was. Magnus hadn’t for a long time in the gap between the normal child he thought he had been and the person he had found himself to be.

“Aoi,” the girl mumbled, swallowing a mouthful of soup. She ate slowly, Magnus noticed, taking a long time between one bite of food and the next. He also noticed that she hadn’t removed her scarf, despite the warmth of the noodle stall.

“I’m going to make a guess, and I want you to tell me how close I am,” Magnus said. “Something about you changed suddenly, and frightened you so badly, you ran away. Kyoto is filled with foxfire lights, which you were suddenly able to see. You followed them here and found yourself surrounded by all manor of things you thought only existed in stories.”

Aoi nodded, something about the movement awkward and uncoordinated. “I turned into a monster,” she whispered.

“Not a monster,” Magnus said gently. “A warlock, a magic user, like I am. Warlocks bear marks showing what they are,” he gestured at his own cat eyes, “but sometimes the marks and the ability to use magic don’t come until a child is older.” Aoi look like she was thirteen or fourteen. Old for a warlock mark to manifest, but not unheard of.

“It was my school trip. Everything was normal, and then suddenly it wasn’t,” she said. “They all screamed when they saw me,” she added in a strained whisper.

“No one here will scream,” Magnus said.

Aoi unwound her scarf, revealing an elongated neck, coiled around itself like a snake, that she had done her best to hide under the fabric. She watched Magnus warily, like she still expected him to scream and run for the hills. When he didn’t, she relaxed a little.

“How did this happen to me?” she asked.

Magnus sighed. “Warlocks are children of humans and demons. The demonic blood is what marks us and gives us the ability to use magic, but it doesn’t make us monstrous or evil. No more than any other person at least. Some demons can shapeshift. It’s likely your mother never knew what had happened.”

Aoi scrubbed a hand over her eyes, wiping away the tears before they could fall. “I can’t ever go home.”

“Do you know that for sure?” Magnus said gently. “You said your warlock mark appeared during a school trip. There’s a chance your family will still welcome you home.” It happened, sometimes, to warlocks who were lucky.

“Did your family welcome you?”

“No,” Magnus said. “But I have friends who grew up loved, despite what they are. The choice is yours. If you want to return home, I’ll go with you and help explain your situation. If you would rather stay here, I’ll teach you how to navigate the Market and how to glamor yourself so normal humans won’t notice your warlock mark.”

“I want my mom,” Aoi said in the kind of small plaintive voice that made her sound very, very young.

Magnus waved his hands, a Portal forming right inside the curtain of the stall. The kitsune behind the counter glared at him. Most Downworlders considered it rude to open Portals in the middle of the Market. Magnus ignored him and stood up.

“Then let’s go and hope for the best,” Magnus said. “Think of home and this will take us straight there.”

Aoi’s eyes went wide with awe. She looked down at her own hands. “Will I be able to do this kind of magic?”

“With enough time and training,” Magnus said. “Being a warlock isn’t all bad,” he added with a wink. “Now think about home.”

Aoi wound her scarf back around her coiled neck, took a deep breath, and led the way through the Portal.

#magnus bane #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #fic prompt

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futurstic-divineawakened · 2 years

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Agustin vs Felix: The Mirabel years

* Have you ever seen two grown men fight?

* Here it is!!!

* So it’s kind of canon that in Mirabel’s younger years she stay in Casita more often, and help clean up

* So it would be Felix and Agustin being her primary caretakers

* Also meant that she would get some of her personality from them

* Clumsiness from Agustin

* Sunshine happiness from Felix

* Mirabel probably owns a yellow skirt

* When she wears it it makes Felix smile while Agustin pouts

* (Pepa has rainbows,and talks about her new daughter, while Julieta tell her to stop stealing her child)

* Felix would call her his gemela, in reference to Camilo and her being twins

* While Agustin would call her his bebeita

* 6 year old Mirabel would be ask the biggest question in her life

* Who’s her favorite in the family? Her tio or her papa?

* This one question brings up arguments

* “I’m her papa”

* “She calls me tio papi, it doesn’t count”

* “She has MY genes Felix”

* “But then why does she look so similar to Camilo”

* Both of them would try to bribe Mirabel all day

* Agustin would play with her, do anything

* Felix would sneak in the sweets

* They would do this until dinner when the rest of the family would come back wondering what was going on

* Mirabel would then declare her favorite

* She would get out of her chair leading away from Agustin’s open arms

* Which got him to pout and Felix to grin

* Felix open his arms for her to come

* The family watch as Mirabel went to Camilo

* “Camilo is my favorite” she said as she hug him. Camilo hug her back and look at the two adults with a grin and a tongue stuck out

* Felix would tell Agustin he declare that as a win for him

* Agustin would say it doesn’t count

* They would all play music together

* They would play so loudly people would think their was a party happening

* When Agustin and Felix was sick, Mirabel took care of them at 8 she knew how to make soup

* The men would never forget how cute she look coming into their respective room with some soup and water for them

* When Mirabel started embroidery around her 9th birthday, she made them the first items possible

* Felix his scarf and Agustin his sock

* As she got better she was the one who would fix their cloths if they got holes in it.

* She made them plushies, a bee for Agustin and a sun with a smiley face for Felix

* They both keep it on the bed with their wives plushies

* When Antonio was born Mirabel was so ready, Agustin call her his big prima

* Felix said that technically she would be more of an big sister

* Starting again another “do not take my child away from me”

* As Antonio get older and more closer to Mirabel she would get more items in yellow

* 12 years old a yellow scarf

* 13; a big yellow bow just like Dolores

* 14; a yellow shirt

* 15; a yellow dress, with Agustin counter acting it by getting more blue

* It was him that bought Mirabel’s signature skirt

* That Mirabel wears it all the time makes Agustin puff out his chest more

* After Casita’s fall, Mirabel lost a lot of her blue clothing which meant she only had her yellow clothing

* Felix was smug the entire time during Casita’s rebuilding

* It didn’t help that the kids kept saying Mirabel was their sister

* Someone even thought that Felix and Pepa did have four kids

* Agustin took down that rumor right away

* He then went and brought a blue dress the same shade as Mirabel’s skirt

* Mirabel wore it the next day

* Felix told her she should embroider it and while she do, wear all her yellow skirts

* Agustin got Isabela to give her a purple skirt

* Dolores got her a red one

* The men are now trying to one up each other

I have no idea if bebeita is an ACTUAL word in Spanish, but I feel like Agustin is the type to take a normal word and turn it cute

Felix and Mirabel have such bright personalities that Mirabel must have got it from someone and that someone was Felix

#encanto headcanons #encanto #mirabel madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #pepa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #bruno madrigal

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promptling · 1 year

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star trek, the next generation: unification parts 1 + 2. change pronouns as needed.

i must admit you've piqued my curiosity.

the man is dying.

what do you make of it?

that was family.

if it were anyone else, i would never permit it.

go from me!

i've come a long way to see you.

i must speak to you about your ______.

is that you, _____?

i will accept many things, but never that.

one might as well ask the river not to run.

this is no small favor.

your right eye is point zero zero four higher than your left.

when i am given orders, i follow them.

i do not like secrets.

it's a classified matter.

who does he think he is?

are you comfortable?

our lives touched in an unusual way.

perhaps you should appear to enjoy your soup.

you are among friends.

i have come on an urgent mission.

you cannot remain here.

history is aware of the role you played.

i am unwilling to risk anyone's life but my own on this occasion.

i have some difficulty in accepting that.

i sense you have a closed mind.

we can either choose to live with enmity or seek an opportunity to change it.

one can begin to reshape the landscape with a single flower.

here, look what i've brought you.

where did you get this?

will you tell us more stories?

who says i'm looking for anybody?

oh, you just made my day.

and why should i help you?

that is their loss.

can we meet again tomorrow?

i speak with my own voice.

may i assist you?

i have not considered that.

may i ask a personal question?

i may be a little rusty.

someone has betrayed us.

i rather enjoy writing.

perhaps you would be happier in another job.

i will not read this or any other statement.

that's far enough.

drop your weapons.

how did you get in here?

you'll never get out of this building.

what will you do now?

i wish you well.

the reason for my coming here has never been more clear.

#rp sentence starters #star trek rp meme #star trek sentence meme #rp prompts #rp memes

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enlighten3d · 27 days

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tada dot point oc lore that i thought up on my plane ride tonight (just got home agh finallyyy) and yes. this is a curse now. oc lore be upon ye/silly :3

-So Tim (janette’s dad) did leave for a reason other than oh weird cult. Diana did try to kill him. He’s blind in his right eye because of it (she had to kill someone to become the cult leader)

-Janette shot huan lin in the back of the head and then immediately hopped back in the car they were driving and sat there in dead silence. and then got jumpscared by huan’s ghost who was like ‘WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT’/hj

-Dana and Tim were a highschool couple (guy who’s ‘alternative’ for the 60’s and very religious girl the couple ever)

-Janette originally was meant to be in a polycule/qpr thing with josh and adele but then @koymoa made adele a terrible person so. lore happened.

-ADELE IS KIND OF THE REASON FOR CLAIRE’S DEATH AND RYAN SAW HIS SISTER’S BODY GET DECAPITATED. poor guy.

okok byeee i will send non lore related asks i promisee

I WOULDVE REPLIED TO THIS EARLIER BUT TUMBLR PUT ME IN POST JAIL RAHHHHH (posted too much. i hate post limit ): )

OC LORE BE UPON ME 💥💥‼️ i have been fed... just so you know, this is like.. throwing enrichment into my enclosure. enrichment that i also eat. this is great.

O H. OH BOY. HALF-BLIND HUH?? WELL THATS F U N . id imagine that didnt affect his life in any way /s. does he wear an eyepatch..... he should wear an eyepatch.. (/nf, this is just Silly). what does he say when ppl ask him how he lost the eye.. "oh my evil cult leader ex-wife tried to kill me. its fine tho ! i took one of our children and left the other to suffer (:"

AHEHFJFJR. huan lin mustve been SOOO confused ngl. one second he wasnt dead... the next he was, and was a GHOST at it. imagine your best friend killing you, you become a ghost, find her, and shes just sitting ominously in her car..... gods, poor janette. did she even expect the ghost?? she mustve, right? considering her mum already haunts her...

weird fucking power couple ngl.. in the bad way LMAO

..oh how the turns table..... imagine happy qpr jodelette (thats their ship name now /hj (there is probably already ship names and shit, i just dont know them so im making stuff up so i dont have to type out all their names zWhmJEJFR)) meeting Fucked Up jadele. like. how would that go down. these guys are Silly and Happy, no fucked up bullshit... and these guys want to literally kill eachother and are traumatised as fuck. would evil adele want to kill happy adele. would she. id bet she would ... little acrophobic motherfucker..

OH. ?? RYAN!?? YIU GOO?? poor guy.. what the fuvk.. first his arm gets chopped off by his gf, next his sister gets decapitated which is somehow caused by his mother?? (idk if thats the actual order of events) oh thats Fun. giving the guy. a shock blanket, i swear

ALSO. WHAT HAPPENS TO OLIVER. PLEASE TELL ME. I FORGOT TO ASK THST. (olivers kemis kid right? the one that tim just drops off at janettes place and then Leaves?? it was smth like that..)

SEND ME ALLLL THE LORE ASKS EVER. I WILL EAT THEM !!! GOOD SOUP!! ENRICHMENT !!! heheheheh

#asks #murder lesbians #i am thinking sooo muvh abt happy qpr jodelette now.#i am thinking about them.#theu are in my brain.#what vouldve been....#TOXIC YURI THO-💥💥💥💥#ajndkfkfjdkg

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majahu · 2 years

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To Die on Your Lips

Chapter 2: Soup and Sandwiches

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Battinson x GN Reader (slow burn)

Chapter Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3k

You groaned as your alarm went off the next morning, the sound pulling you into the painful reality of what had happened the past night. Blindly, you felt around your nightstand for your phone, silencing the blaring noise before bringing the device over to you.

You checked your messages, fully expecting to see that you had been fired, but there was nothing. No calls. No texts. No emails. Nothing.

You dressed for work, pulling a sweater vest over a loose button down, which you rolled up to your elbows.

Slipping on your sneakers, you began your commute, earbuds in as you walked to the subway. You chewed the inside of your cheek as you sat on the blue line, every stop nearing your place of employment.

A pit of dread filled your stomach, growing as you opened the door of Wayne Enterprises, growing still as you passed reception and headed to elevator 4. You paused outside of the fogged glass door of your office, head trained down towards the carpet. You reached for the handle, but you couldn’t make yourself turn the knob. You were about to turn around and go back to your apartment, when you heard footsteps coming down the hall, the sound coming to a halt a few feet away from where you were standing.

“Mx. (LastName)”.

You exhaled slowly, trying to calm your nerves before turning your head,”

“Mr. Wayne.” You said, feeling moments away from vomiting all over your shoes.

A muscle in his jaw jumped as he composed himself, “I wanted to apologize for our interaction last night,” he said, looking away from you like a child who had been forced to apologize by their parents for pushing another kid on the playground. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.”

Your tongue darted in between your lips, and you were afraid for a moment that when you tried to speak, no words would come out, “I’m the one who should be apologizing, Mr. Wayne. I overstepped, I’m sorry.”

Your boss took a step towards you, placing his hand on your elbow. “I didn’t mean to imply that what you do for this company isn’t important.”

You stared into his eyes, you had never noticed how blue they were before.

“I have to go,” he said, his hand dropping from your arm before he continued down the hallway.

Did Bruce Wayne just apologize? To you?

You didn’t think the man had one sympathetic bone in his body, nor the forethought to actually realize he had done something wrong.

Your office was exactly as you had left it last night, notebook still open on your desk, your pen resting in between the pages.

You sighed, sitting down and picking up where you left off. You had been tracking a series of withdrawals across various Wayne Enterprises accounts, all of them a seemingly meaningless series of numbers and letters, all of them directed toward a single account that seemed to be within the company.

This was exactly what you were hired to look out for; however, you wanted to make sure your suspicions were right before you brought it up to Alfred to Mr. Wayne.

A soft knock at your office door pulled you out of your thoughts. You knew who it was immediately; there was only one person who ever knocked around this place.

“Come on in, Alfred.” You said, spinning around in your chair.

On cue, the older man opened the door and stepped into your office. More of a business partner than a butler, Alfred always looked polished and put together, shoes always shined, not a hair out of place. The man had a sympathetic look on his face, and before he could even speak, you interrupted, “Don’t tell me he actually told you what happened,”

First apologies, then actually confiding in someone? Maybe Bruce Wayne wasn’t as cold and careless as you thought.

“I could tell that something was on his mind when he came home last night. He wouldn’t stop pacing around the kitchen,” Alfred said, walking over to the side of your desk.

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” you shook your head. Just thinking of your actions toward your employer brought a heat to your face, the sting of embarrassment.

“Someone needs to keep him in line,” Alfred said, smiling warmly.

You could see how Alfred would have been a good mentor, a father figure even, to Bruce growing up; though you doubted the man ever let anyone past the walls he had put up. Alfred was kind, caring, and patient; everything Bruce Wayne was not.

“Hey,” deciding it was time to change the subject, you turned back toward your desk, grabbing ahold of your notebook. “I noticed some strange activity across a couple of the different accounts and I wanted to bring it up to you before I showed it to anyone else.” You handed the book to Alfred, who took it carefully out of your hands.

The butler stared at it for a moment before closing the book. “I’ll have to take a closer look and get back to you,” he said, tucking your notes carefully under his arm.

“I hate to ask this,” Alfred began; you thought he was going to bring up your rather unpleasant interaction with Bruce Wayne again, another suggestion of amends maybe, “Would you be able to run down to Nighthawk’s and pick up lunch for a board meeting this afternoon? The intern who normally runs errands like that is out and I-” before the man could stumble over his words anymore trying to make excuses, you stopped him, smiling warmly, “it would be my pleasure.”

Normally you would roll your eyes at such a request, but Alfred never usually requested too much of you and you were more than happy to spend time outside of the tower. The pit in your stomach was starting to lessen, but you couldn’t help but feel uneasy sitting in your office.

Nighthawk’s cafe, named after the famous painting, was a few blocks away from Wayne Tower and had the best bagel sandwiches in town. It was one of your favorite places to stop for lunch, and you had gotten quite familiar with the staff.

The cashier, Paul, was a short and stout, bald man in his late 50s. The cafe was surprisingly empty, save for a man around your age sitting at the counter, staring into a bowl of butternut squash soup. Paul smiled as he saw you enter the building, “the regular?” he said, referring to your usual request of black coffee and a poached egg over rye. “Not today Paul,” you said, grinning, “I’m here on business.”

“Mr. Wayne couldn’t send someone else to run his lunch errands?” Paul said, disappearing into the kitchen for a moment to grab your bags. “Intern’s out sick.” you said, noticing a pair of eyes on you. The man at the counter, who had previously been very interested in his bowl of soup, was staring at you now behind a pair of circular glasses frames.

“Um… hi?” you said, offering him a small wave, before turning back to Paul, who had returned with three brown paper bags full of bagel sandwiches.

“Thanks,” you said, taking the bags and sliding the company card into the cafe’s chip reader.

You were about to leave, when you heard a voice behind you, “Do you need help carrying those?”

Leave it to the butternut squash soup man to try and be chivalrous. The man seemed nice, relatively meek if anything, but still, you weren’t exactly in the mood to make small talk on your walk back to the office.

“No thanks,” you said, offering a small smile through pursed lips. “Have a nice day,” you added to both soup man and Paul before making your exit.

People in Gotham weren’t normally nice to strangers for no reason, maybe he was new to the city.

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mimisempai · 1 year

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Kind

Hob want to try to explain the difference between nice and kind to his students

On Ao3

"Hmm... how to put this..."

Dream looked up and watched Hob as he prepared for his class the next day. It was not uncommon to hear him mumble aloud, then stand up and gesticulate, searching or repeating the words he would say to his students in the next class.

Hob clapped his hands causing Dream to startle and exclaimed, "A practical example, I need an example."

Dream, curious, asked softly, "An example of what?"

Hob turned to him and replied, "An example of kindness. There was a slight debate today at the end of class about the use of the words nice and kind. Some people argued that they were the same thing, and didn't understand the difference. So I thought it would be interesting to make it the topic of my next class." Hob bit his lip and continued sheepishly, "Although it's definitely not on the schedule." then he shrugged, "But since when do I do everything absolutely by the book."

Dream, amused, laughed softly at the end of his lover's monologue.

Hob continued, "So I thought I should come up with a concrete example."

Dream suddenly saw Hob's expression soften as he looked at him. He raised a questioning eyebrow and Hob said softly, "I know I can't give that example, but you are one."

To say Dream was surprised would have been an understatement.

"Me?"

Hob nodded, "Kindness is ending a date with a friend to protect them from possible attack despite that friend being immortal."

Dream shrugged, "That was pure pragmatism."

Hob looked at him indulgently and retorted, "Call it what you will. I know what I saw and felt at that moment." Then wagging his eyebrows suggestively, he added teasingly, "Although I wouldn't have minded an alternative ending to this date."

Rolling his eyes, Dream muttered, "Believe me, I would have liked to have ended this encounter differently too."

Suddenly, Hob, who had his eyes on the window, rushed to the door exclaiming, "I'll be right back!"

A puzzled Dream watched him hastily put on his shoes and then ran out, slamming the door behind him.

After ten minutes, he heard voices in the hallway, footsteps coming closer and Hob, after entering, sat down next to him on the couch, obviously out of breath.

"Haaa... sorry... I... I saw the... old neighbor... Mrs. Barlow coming home and looking like she was having trouble carrying her groceries, so..."

Dream continued his sentence, "So you went to help the old lady carry her groceries home."

Hob bit his lip and replied sheepishly, "And I told her to call on me next time..."

Dream, with a fond look on his face said softly, "And you want an example of kindness? But you are kindness personified, Hob."

"Wh-"

Dream did not let him speak and continued, "Kindness is telling the truth to someone you consider a friend. Even if you know it will break everything. It's telling them that you've seen their loneliness and think you can fix it, even though you know you might be rejected. Kindness is staying loyal to that friendship for over a hundred years even though you've been rejected in a brutal way."

He couldn't resist and leaned in to kiss Hob's stunned expression.

When he lifted his head, Hob said teasingly, "You know I can't use that example either right?"

Dream muttered, "Idiot."

Hob protested, "Hey, that's not nice that!"

Dream muttered, "Hob..."

"What?"

"Shut up."

Hob licked his lips and barely had time to answer, "Make me" as Dream captured his lips in a kiss that while fiery was no less sweet.

When they caught their breath, Hob chuckled, "But that kiss, that was nice."

"In conclusion, kindness is often expressed through actions one takes for other people, whereas niceness usually involves wanting to please someone. A nice person may tell a neighbor that they are sorry they are sick, while a kind person may bring them soup or offer to go on an errand. True kindness is not always easy. It may be easier to be nice, but being kind is better. Always remember to question your intentions when you decide to act in a kind way. Always ask yourself, am I being nice or am I being kind? If the latter is the answer then you will be sure to act for the better."

Dream watched Hob finish his lesson, once again having captivated his students and himself he had to admit.

When Hob joined him, he said softly, "Another master class, Professor Gadling."

Hob smiled and replied, "Now you are the nice one, my lord."

Dream stopped and looked him in the eye as he said softly, "Absolutely not. I am not nice. I'm not saying those words to please you but because I mean it."

Hob sighed, "Okay... I understand what you're trying to point out. I... I'm still pretty bad at accepting compliments, I guess."

Dream grabbed his hand and as they resumed their walk, he said softly, "I think I'm going to have to shower you with kindness and one day you'll get used to it."

At that moment, the kindness in Dream's eyes made Hob feel genuinely cherished. He thought to himself that if he was able to describe in a perfect way what he was feeling at that moment to his students, they would have no problem understanding the difference between nice and kind.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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#the sandman #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #dreamling fic #centennial husbands #centennial boyfriends #morpheus #morpheus x hob #hob x morpheus #dream x hob #hob x dream

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pumpkinspice-prouvaire · 1 year

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Enjolferre deserve indeed more epic fics, you're right. In consolation, do you have any headcanons about them?

they deserve so many fics and they deserve to be soft and deserve to be in love. I am writing the fic I want to see in the world. Should take between a week and 11 months

Consolation Enjolferre headcanons below:

It took forever for the two of them to finally fall in love. Combeferre is very very aroace spec, and for a long time he thought his feelings for Enjolras were the same platonic feelings he'd always had. It was only after talking to Courfeyrac when he was like "Everyone wants to have hour long make out sessions with their best friend! Right! Right?????" And Courf was like. Combeferre. Do you want to make out with me. And Ferre was like oh shit.

Meanwhile, Enjolras is very very arospec, so his realisation is a lot less "I want to make out with my best friend" and a lot more bolting upright in the middle of the night like "I want to fall asleep next to my best friend and wake up next to him and hold his hand and maybe also marry him for reasons that aren't tax related?????? I don't know what to do with this????!!!!!"

Courfeyrac is so tired of getting middle of the night calls from both of them. Just kiss, you morons.

(I can't be bothered explaining how they actually end up together lmfao so consider this a timeskip placeholder)

Their first date was very simple and sweet but it had a somewhat unexpected ending. They were walking back from the restaurant and some guy trips and smacks his head off the pavement right in front of them so Combeferre had to go into Doctor Sexy MD mode right there in the middle of the street while Enjolras sat on a wall 20 metres away because medical stuff makes him kind of queasy lol

Enjolras is the one person who can locate Combeferre's glasses at all times. Ferre literally just has to say "Where are my-" and they're already being handed to him, unfolded and cleaned.

So many stupid little inside jokes. Someone will make an offhand comment about cucumbers or something and Ferre will turn and raise his eyebrows and Enjolras will be stifling giggles into his palm, and no one else has any idea what is going on. They don't bother trying to explain- You just had to be there

They date for three months and then one day they just decide "Marriage for tax reasons? Marriage for tax reasons." Good for them.

Everyone thinks they're kind of an odd couple because their idea of date night is going to the library together and stopping off to volunteer at the soup kitchen on their way home, and they're also not the most physically affectionate of people, but they also exude this warmth together that nine times out of ten, people can tell they're together just from looking at them interacting

#answered #headcanon #enjolferre! enjolferre!#modern au #they are so important to me

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cell-axe · 9 months

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Ramblings for Qiumibu #4

I'm a few days late on this, but better late than never, eh?

Link to Post #3

Link to Post #5

Right, who do we talk about for the fourth post? Princess Halene of the Urtain Kingdom (West)!

Continuing with the theme of the Four Symbols, she's the "White" Tiger of the four. And just like Prince Tore in the previous post, her elemental affinity is Water rather than the traditional Metal, because I'd like to merge the Chinese Four Symbols with the Western Alchemical Four Elements (Fire, Water, Air, Earth). I guess you can already tell what the next element will be in this series.

Anyways, focusing on Halene: I decided not to make her white in colour, due to my disdain towards white tigers in general. I dunno, I probably got tired of seeing white tigers in the Sonic community that it made me dislike them? It's difficult to think of white tigers in a positive light from me. If you have one, do not fret. I'm not going to yell at you and force you to change it or something bad happens. It's just going to be harder to impress me with white tiger characters, that's all. I know that it's all fiction, but you know. It's hard to enjoy them after you'd read about the purpose of white tigers.

But that's not the main point of this post haha. We're supposed to talk about the princess of this swampy region, where a lot of dishes served are soup-based, and they are best known for their medical care. Performances with water are a thing, but those in Ailude hold the crown to entertainment. Irrigation exists, but every region has irrigation anyways. Heck, all four kingdoms cooperate to ensure that their crops receive ample amount of water through their own means. Those in Urtain are just blessed to have enough water manipulators to keep their crops well-hydrated.

Luckily for the denizens of Urtain, their Heiress has a green thumb. She owns a lavish garden that's open for everyone to visit, until Prince Naso came by. I haven't written out what had happened, but he was banned from entering the premises and a conflict nearly broke out between the two kingdoms, had reparations not been settled quickly. All he had to do was deliver the materials to rebuild the gardens and a lot of fertiliser to aid in the regrowth of plants that had been destroyed in his reckless charade.

She had a seed bank in case this ever happens, but you know, it's still awful when destruction befalls onto your favourite space. She had him skewered on her bident (yet to be drawn) after the incident was resolved, but his temporary death was not enough to soothe her wrath.

Don't get her wrong. She is thankful that he's doing everything he could to get it fixed, but she's still peeved if anyone dares to bring up the incident. The only person who can get away with it is her bodyguard, an ancient elk who is too blissful to exist.

I will have to update her armour design the next time that I draw her. But I won't change her antlers. She can keep them.

The name of this bodyguard? Viola, because I am so original haha. But the more that I thought about it, the more that it sits pretty nicely on her. Sometimes you just have to be a little cheesy with your ideas. After all, we are having fun with them. Just like when I talked about my disdain for white tigers. You're having your fun with them, and I have no right to ruin it.

So, what can Viola do? She's ancient for a start, having been around before Princess Halene's great grandparents were around. Speaking of Halene's ancestry, she's one of the shortest living Heirs of the four. The other three (Prince Naso, Prince Tore, and Princess Spyri) have lived for more than two centuries, while Halene here is only in her 20s. She has a lot to catch up in terms of politics with the others, receiving guidance from her father and relatives, who are still managing the kingdom alongside her. It's not a one-person job, being the ruler. She's the figurehead that everyone else in her family gets to work behind the scenes.

Should I talk about her powers? She doesn't have anything that's remarkable when compared to the other two Heirs and Heiress. She's powerful by her own right, she's got a khopesh (I'd always wanted to give one of my characters this sword, but I didn't know who. So she gets it), she's got a bident (it's a pretty cool weapon. It's a dangerous tuning fork!), and she can control the waters to do her bidding. She's even wearing a cape made of water, which acts as her resource for her water-based spells.

What about her bodyguard? I guess I can continue to talk about her, since that paragraph got derailed by my talk about Princess Halene's family. Viola's powers is that she's a specialist in swords, spears and axes, because I decided on a whim to play on the nature theme that she has. She initially had a sword and shield, and those were given because she's meant to be a timeless guardian of some sort.

You can tell that I didn't put much thought into Princess Halene and Viola. But they were a fun little jump into a territory that I don't usually touch upon, and the same will be coming for the next and final Heiress of the four. She has the least amount of work put into, which is a shame. I liked how I pulled off a Tortoise in Sonic style.

#sonic fan character #original? concept #qiumibu #sonic oc #so many rambles and random topics yay

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