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liulans · 6 months

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Teeny tiny Wangxian AU drabble for Wei Wuxian's birthday 🎂 🥳 🥰

rating: G / w/c: 1724 / lots of fluff 🤍

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Lan Wangji has been told that he isn't particularly friendly, by several people, in fact. That is fine — he's incredibly picky with who he spends his time with; where he expends his social energy. He's not particularly interested in gaining new friends. Acquaintances, perhaps, kept firmly at arm's length.

But if he is not friendly, somebody should probably explain what he has done so right to wind up with, single-handedly, the greatest best friend anybody could ever ask for. His best friend, sitting on his couch, wearing his pyjamas, while deliberating over matching Halloween costumes.

"Hey, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian says, eyes glazed over with something pleasant, the light of his phone pailing next to the bright of his eyes. "What about Joker and Harley Quinn?—actually, no, that's a toxic dynamic. We could do, like, Barbie and Ken?—like, that rollerblading scene? Actually, I can't rollerblade and you'd have to carry me everywhere."

"Mn," Lan Wangji says, just to show he's listening. These ideas are fine, but there's a certain difficulty in picking out costumes on the actual day. And that's without mentioning that he's aware Wei Wuxian is skirting around another separate topic here.

They wind up opting for cutting eye-holes into some of Lan Wangji's old bedsheets. To draw little mouths onto them. Wei Wuxian's is adorned with a big, happy smile, while Lan Wangji's is more of a straight line.

"This is so cute. You're so cute, Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian had said, and so, that was that.

They have something of a tradition every year. First of all, they'll head out to dinner, wherein Wei Wuxian will make up some elaborate story about how they're 'celebrating their wedding anniversary', usually because that gets them a free bottle of cheap wine — a couple of extra side dishes for Lan Wangji.

And then Lan Wangji will find a time to tack on the fact that it is, in fact, also Wei Wuxian's birthday, much to Wei Wuxian’s protest. But that will earn them a free slice of cake to share, so who's winning here?

Today, they've opted to go to some Sichuanese restaurant, because Wei Wuxian is a maverick who loves spice — and he's lovely enough to spend five minutes scraping the sauce from Lan Wangji's mapo tofu. It is still a little too spicy for his tastes, but Wei Wuxian uses the remaining spicy sauce as a dipping condiment, and that smile on his face is all that matters, really.

He does, in fact, get his free bottle of wine, not quite the bottom of the barrel, but the next one up in the weirdly determined hierarchy of fermented beverages. He gets a free slice of cake, too, and much to his embarrassment, ends up with the dining room staring at him, singing Happy Birthday.

He shoots Lan Wangji a look that perhaps says something vaguely threatening like 'wait until it's your birthday'. But when the room stumbles over his name mid-song ("happy birthday dear…uh, you…"), the vibrant fit of laughter he twists into is more than worth it.

"I hope everything was to your liking," the waiter says, stacking empty plates and bowls strategically atop his arm. "I hope we have made this day special for the two of you."

Wei Wuxian smiles, something big and shining. "It's perfect. We'll come back here on his birthday, right sweetie?" Lan Wangji blanches. They do this every year — it is tradition, and yet, he doesn't think he'll ever be used to that. "Hold a table aside for us for January. We're gonna have to blow his mind."

"I see." The waiter has a kind smile, even as his gaze flickers between them. "Don't worry, just call ahead of time and we'll keep a table for you. And may I just say, the two of you make a lovely couple. Oh, to be young and in love again. I see the way you two look at each other."

"Oh," says Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji will dissolve right here, right in this seat. He will dissolve into the ground and let earth's crust break and swallow him up. "Ha ha haha. Yeah, we've known each other a long time. It was inevitable, y'know?"

"Ah, inevitable lovers. And on your birthday, no less. You've got yourself a romantic, young man."

"Ahah, yeah," Wei Wuxian casts Lan Wangji an apologetic gaze that lingers just a little too long. "He really is. He's the best."

The best. Lan Wangji has heard that many times. It often drips from Wei Wuxian's tongue, prompted by any manner of actions that Lan Wangji would deem to be wholly normal, instinctive, even. Picking Wei Wuxian up from work, holding a blanket around his shoulders when the cold hits, diligently holding his hand at fancy restaurants to get that free wine.

It is good, he thinks, to be someone who Wei Wuxian considers to be 'the best'. An honourable feat indeed.

"Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian's eyes are glimmering, grey painted pink by the sunset. He suits golden hour very well. "Mind holding the bag a little while? You're better at maintaining the integrity of take-out boxes."

Lan Wangji, of course, agrees. And if it's because he wants to watch a very giddy Wei Wuxian shuck a bed sheet over his head and proceed to bounce in place, making all sorts of silly "boooo" sounds— well, that's for Lan Wangji to think about.

Wei Wuxian is tentative as he drapes the other sheet over Lan Wangji's body. He's comically stiff, and Wei Wuxian laughs about it, bright and airy.

Their hands find each other again. And then they're walking out into the rapidly darkening evening, joining the hoards of haphazardly costumed passers-by.

"Hey," Wei Wuxian says after a while. It feels as though they've walked the whole block, just talking, occasionally pausing to paw at a bit of cake. Lan Wangji dips beneath Wei Wuxian's sheet to press a small slab of icing to his lips. "Thank you for doing this. Like, every year. It's a big act to keep up with, but you pretend we're married, and you're so convincing about it."

"It is your birthday," Lan Wangji replies, as though that much is obvious. He's a little muffled beneath the sheet. "It is no hardship for me." I love you, is what he means. "I know. That you do not enjoy your birthday. So I hope— that this is enjoyable regardless."

He's stared at for a long moment, Wei Wuxian's gaze flitting over his face. Lan Wangji is very aware of himself; how it's been so many years, and his expression must be growing easier to read. "It's always enjoyable. Like, we're just hanging out, and it's still the most fun."

"Wei Ying, it is your birthday. I wish to celebrate you."

That makes Wei Wuxian falter, just a little bit. They have this conversation at least once a year. "I know. You're too good, you know? Wait—it's hard to be real with you when we're dressed like this. But like, seriously—"

He's cut off by the sound of fireworks, rising and bursting overhead. He swings around, utterly engrossed in the millions of trickles of colour shooting across the sky. Lan Wangji can only stare at him.

The both of them lift up their bedsheets, half draped over their heads, practically capes now.

And because Wei Wuxian looks so happy, is rendered so silent, Lan Wangji - without thinking one bit - swings forward. Whispers softly. "Happy birthday, Wei Ying."

He isn't sure Wei Wuxian hears it at first, but then the palm flush against his own adjusts, fingers intertwining instead. Wei Wuxian is gazing over his face then, flickering down and up. Down again; up again.

"I'm—gonna kiss you, okay?" He says, looking smaller. "Lan Zhan, you're gonna have to say no quickly if you don't want—"

Lan Wangji surges forwards, in spite of himself. Their hands part only to allow their arms to circle into an embrace. Wei Wuxian's mouth is soft, and it's so easy to sink into it. So easy to forget the sounds of people cheering, their oohs and ahhs; the intermittent pop of fireworks scattering across the sky. It's so, so easy.

They kiss like that for a while, bodies slowly swaying side to side, as though listening to some far-off music, somewhere. But then Wei Wuxian is smiling — Lan Wangji feels the curve of his mouth before he feels the teeth that follow. And when he opens his eyes, the sight before him is so bright, so colourful, so much more even than the sky.

"Lan Zhan. Lan Wangji." Wei Wuxian says that, and nothing else. His eyes are scrunched into delightful crescents, his lips pink. They look like messes, both of them, with their costumes strewn so carelessly over their backs.

Lan Wangji repeats, just to make it known. "Happy birthday. Wei Ying. I hope that you have felt celebrated today. Wanted."

"Are you kidding me? Every year my birthday is the best, better than everyone else's. Because you're a massive sap and you're so good. So good. I— Lan Zhan, let's go home, okay? Let's watch a movie or something. Oh! And let's kiss some more? That was good, you are really good."

Lan Wangji finds his mouth again, a chaste press of lips. It's chilly with the cold, but he feels so warm inside. But then, he nods. "Wei Ying can have anything he wants."

"Best birthday ever." Wei Wuxian whispers to himself. Lan Wangji secretly starts making notes to make next year even better.

And little does Wei Wuxian know that when they get back, there's even more cake waiting for him. A delivery of brushes, inks, and paper he'd mentioned he'd wanted in passing. A big jar of aged wine hidden in the closet. A ticket to redeem a visit to the zoo.

Lan Wangji will add a spare set of keys to that list. Wei Wuxian practically spends all his time there anyway. Maybe next year, he'll propose. If this all goes well.

(It does. He proposes next year. Married the year after that. Wei Wuxian deserves to remember his birthday as a day of celebration.

Those dinners they share each year are genuine after that. Happy Birthday, Wei Ying. Happy anniversary, Wei Ying. I love you, Wei Ying.)

#mdzs #wangxian #wangxian au #wei wuxian #happy birthday wei wuxian #mdzs fic #ficlet #lwj #wwx #my fic

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recurring-polynya · 1 year

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Writing Update/Art Update 5/9/2023

Many things happened last week. Not very many of them were drawing. I'll get back to that.

I have finally started posting the big (it's not really big. Medium-big. It just felt big) fanfic that I have working on for most of the year. You can start here if you want to read it, Chapters 1-3 are currently available.

I finished the smut. I had mostly finished it by Friday, but then we had a belated-because-we-were-waiting-for-spring-weather backyard birthday party for my daughter this past weekend, so I had to spend a solid 48 hours in the paralyzing deathgrip of anxiety at the prospect of socializing with people I don't know (the parents of some of my daughter's classmates), so I didn't get much of anything else done, although I did clean my house and buy a bunch of hot dogs.

I only got one doodle done this week, which took me three days, spread out over the anxiety deathgrip, but I'm pretty pleased with how it came out. I really would like to start on a more serious project this week, but I may get back to them, we'll see how it goes. I do want to thank everyone who sent in prompts, and I'm sorry I haven't gotten to more of them. Turns out I'm real bad at doing quick, fast-turnaround doodles! Is anyone surprised??

After that, like, I said, I finished up the porno. I was hoping to post it yesterday, but it was pretty late at night by the time I finished my editing sweep. Today was a go places posting day and I didn't really want to post two different fanfics in one day, plus I had made kind of a lot of edits, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to let it sit a day and then do another sweep before posting. In other words, tomorrow, probably.

This morning, I re-read what I've gotten written so far of Ductwork, which is the working title of the next story in the Heart is a Muscle. It's 7707 words at the moment, and I get hot mad every time I read it because I want there to be more of it, and unfortunately, there is only one way to make that happen. But it's gonna!! I keep telling myself that it was really worthwhile to have taken the time to write go places first, because Ductwork is largely about Rukia and Renji finally digging down into a lot of festering insecurities from that time in their afterlives. I have a couple different approaches to writing these days, and I'm gonna try to do the thing that ended up working for go places, which is 1) try to write something every day, 2) chronological schmonological, write whatever I can possibily come up with, I'll just cram it all together at the end, this was very fun and easy last time and definitely did not take six drafts and a color-coded spreadsheet. Based on past experience, I do not think I am going to be able to power through to completion, so my goal is to add at least 20k words to the thing before I flame out in a blaze of beautiful depression and spend the rest of the summer on something insane, like bringing back the Soul Society Tattoo Artist AU. My overall prediction is that it will be around 60k, but I'm not discounting the possibility that it could be another 100k-er. (it better not go over 120k tho, I will die for real)

Anyway, that was my week! Whew!

#writing update #art update

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fnafgamer4373 · 1 year

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TW:⚠️Talks about blood, murder, and death (lots of death)

Surprised I went quiet for so long-

Anyways, it's time to talk about:

My Silly Apocalypse AU!

First off: Who in the ever lovin' hell is Silly? Well, gather around, as I tell you about him.

This is the only drawing I've done with him, but anyways (we're going to ignore the orange belly I gave him without realizing Tinky had it already, if you have color suggestions let me know please)

Sligamore, or Silly for short, is the fanmade Lord in Black character I was talking about in my last post. Silly can manipulate emotions, but instead of pushing them to anger and rage like Blinky, he pushes them to insanity. He toys with them, and almost like Pokey, can control them, hence the puppet face. This level of insanity can lead to something doing something very out of character, leading to arson, murder, and many other crimes.

So imagine he takes over almost all of Hatchetfield?

Now, before I go explaining my entire apocalypse, let me first explain some VERY important details:

This AU is entirely focused on me and my friends own universe. Most of the characters I'm going to mention are OCs of ours, and a lot of those OCs have important connections to certain characters. One of the biggest ones is definitely Alexa Sutton, who belongs to my best friend. Alexa is Henry's spouse in our universe, they live together under the same roof, and all of that. Another OC I should mention is Harper Kennedy, who also belongs to my best friend. Harper is relatively Alexa and Henry's adopted daughter (in their eyes). There's also my main OC Piper Lovelock, who has a very mother-daughter relationship with Charlotte.

Another thing I'd like to mention is that some characters (Nora and my OC Astra for example) use neo pronouns, and you may see me using them a lot. Nora uses She/It/E/Em pronouns, and Astra uses They/Star/Sun (And star is mute).

I figured I'd tell you guys that since it's very important in the Silly Apocalypse AU.

Now onto the AU:

It starts off with very few people: Sam, Mr. Davidson, Emma (no main character moment this time lol), Henry, and Astra (a Beanies OC of mine). It takes about two months to finally realize something isn't right with these people, but the signs have been clear from the start: Glowing red eyes, fits of laughter (random singing if you're Henry), erratic behavior, etc.

The first victim to die is Nora.

Nora is in eir office, wondering why Astra has been so unresponsive, and whats wrong with Emma that she isn't coming into work. It's going through some paperwork, planning a schedule out, before she feels a sudden pain. Sharp pain. Looking down, it sees a blade sticking out of its stomach. E spits out blood, shakily raising her hand to the blade, which is ripped out from behind. Nora bends over, still in shock about what just happened. Turning around slowly, e finds Astra, a bloody kitchen knife in hand, staring at her with a wild grin and red eyes.

Before it can react, it's suddenly pinned to the desk, being stabbed repeatedly until they pass out (and die). Astra is completely oblivious and keeps stabbing Nora, unaware of a horrified Zoey standing by the entrance. Zoey locks sun in the office, before running back to the front in tears, where Piper and Ryan (another of my friends OCs) are currently.

They try to ask what's happening, but Zoey is too shaken up to properly talk, simply telling them to call the cops. Which was their first mistake. Sam (we'll get back to him in a moment) had already infected the other cops in the station months prior, and once they reach Beanies, they kill and infect whoever is there. Piper is the only one who escapes, running back to their apartment where Emma is.

Focusing on another character now. Charlotte is at home, getting lunch prepared when she's attacked by Sam. She's confused, and she doesn't know what exactly is going on or why her husband is trying to murder her. In an act of self defense, she kills him with his own pistol. Scared and in shock, she takes the gun and runs off, trying to find her friends.

Going back to Piper for a moment, Piper has made it back to the apartment, trying to tell Emma about everything that happened at the Cafe. Emma, however, seems out of it, holding herself back from attacking her friend. Emma tells Piper that they need to run, and how a mysterious 'he' has taken over. Piper is confused, and wants to know more, but Emma is already gone. Piper takes a baseball bat and runs, knowing that she'll need something to defend herself with. Eventually, she finds Charlotte, and the two of them stay together.

Switching to the office crew: Ted, Paul, Bill, Melissa, and Ken Davidson (yes, his name is Ken, and I will call him such). The crew is wondering what's going on outside the office, and wondering what's happening to their boss. Melissa informs Paul that he is needed in Ken's office to have a little talk. Nervous, Paul obliges, and everyone else waits. After waiting for quite a while, Paul stumbles out, being chased by Ken. He's been infected, and he's shouting at everyone else in the office to run. People left and right are either dying or being infected, and the crew have no choice but to run. In the heat of the moment, Melissa is separated from everyone else. She finds Charlotte and Piper, and the three of them decide to stay together to find the others.

Now for the final character: Henry. Henry knows something is wrong, that some kind of apocalypse is going to start. Alexa is trying to get through to him, while Harper is begging for her to run. Henry tells them both that they need to get away from him before he accidentally hurts them, as he struggles to fight off the infection. Reluctantly, Alexa takes Harper away, grabbing her cane (also a sword) and her mobility aid dog, Bear. The three of them are left on their own, forced to face the horrors of their once loving (that's a stretch.) town.

Back with the office crew, Ted and Bill are hiding away in an alley, trying to think of the most logical (well, Bill is at least) reason as to everything happening around them. What they didn't know, was that there were other people hiding as well. At least, until a girl in a red flannel and orange beanie pops out, threatening to hit them if they get closer. You guessed it! Deb is in the alley, and she isn't alone. Alice peaks out from behind Deb, and runs into Bill's arms. The two girls explain how they were on their way to Beanies when they saw everything that happened, and they ran to the alley to hide. The four of them stay together for the remainder of the story.

And that's basically how the story starts!

Bill, Alice, Ted, and Deb are all one group, and the second main group to focus on. Melissa, Piper, and Charlotte are one group for now, until they end up finding Harper and Alexa; these 5 are the main stars of the story.

I really do have so much more to explain, and so much more to talk about in this AU. There's death, betrayal, fury, and so much more (and in true Starkid fashion: some comedy). I would be happy to talk more about this if anyone really wants me to, along with making art and designs for the characters!

Thank you to those that actually read through this whole thing 💜

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ghostlycoze · 9 months

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°•.Howdy Hey!.•°

Hi there! I'm Ghost, an Aussie guy with ADHD and a raging hyperfixation on Rainworld.

- He/Him

- 20y/o, old ass /j

I'll leave the rest under the cut because it's a pain to scroll through.

Welcome to my little blog where I do not shut up about RW (with hints of other media I like via likes and reblogs, e.g. CotL, Oneshot, Ori, Moominvalley, Spyro the Dragon, ...Mune? Apparently? etc)

I'll mainly ramble about RW lore, the iterators, as well as my own oc stuff relating to RW!

Warning: I swear a fair bit, sometimes make jokes that are suggestive, and do occasionally write darker subjects that may be sensitive — for example: gore, character death, scenes relating to breaking the self destruction taboo, etc. However, I will tag all accordingly and put proper warnings beforehand!

I also do like to reblog/write a lot about shipping RW characters! I will tag all as [#RW shipping], for those who want to avoid shipping all together, as well as the ship in question's name, e.g. [#rw sunstone], for those who want to avoid certain ships. I personally enjoy sunstone, lilypad, ragequit, and traffic light (and a general polycule vibe with the group. no peb-moon shipping, ew they're siblings).

°•.Writing.•°

I am mainly a writer, so I maaay start posting some of the scenes I write here or on AO3! With my ADHD I'm not expecting to finish a full long fanfic (though I'd love to if I could pull it off), so instead I'll use a method many others have here and post little bits and pieces of the lore, string it together and throw in some more with prompts from asks and such :]

° These Bridges That Bind Us

My main AU, a simple off-the-string, happy ending au primarily focused on the local group finding a new purpose in life, healing, learning to survive in this world, and also some robo-romance (Good ol polycule)

° Iterator Revolution

An AU where the iterators turn against the ancients for the sake of their freedom, find their way off the string, and flee. But this also undoes the events of the mass ascension. Sliver of Straw never dies.

° Moon Memory Loss

A smaller AU focused on Moon's memory loss, exploring her falling in love with Sig again and reconciling with Pebbles even after remembering the mistakes he made. Off the string, happy ending, just with a lot of Moon-centered angst.

° Human/Modern AU

A maliable AU centered around my version of Chasing Wind. No real plot, just cute romance, healing, and Moon being a cute country gal.

° Cult of the Rain AU (Cult of the Lamb x Rainworld crossover, made with @sapphicdib)

An AU where the Rainworld characters play the roles of the Cult of the Lamb characters, with the iterators being the bishops and the scugs being eeeeverybody else. Saint is the Lamb, Sliver is The One Who Waits.

Outside of that, I've got a sort-of-AU in relation to two of my OCs, Ever Changing Fates and No Rhyme or Reason. Two little dudes having their own stories unfold, probably placed in the TBTBU AU.

°•.Art.•°

I draw a bit, but am not really an actual artist so I don't know hoooow much I'll be posting that kind of thing — Though I would like to share my designs of these characters, so we'll see!

I'll eventually post some refs of both my personal iterator/scug designs as well as my ocs, so when I do I'll link those on this post too!

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Status:

°•.Asks and DMs: [ Open! ].•°

Feel free to send in any asks if you'd like to talk about RW — whether in general to just have another mutual to talk to (though fair warning, I am a bit socially anxious, though I'd still love to meet some other RW fans :]), about my fanfic, or my RW OCs; all is welcome!

I'd love to try to write little scenes out or maybe do some sketches in responses to asks, it'd be a fun creative exercise to help me keep practicing.

°•.Requests, Trades, Commissions, etc: [Closed].•°

I'm still not hugely active on here and am very unconfident with my art and writing, so I doubt I'll be open to much like this for now at least.

However I do love sharing ideas, and could possibly take inspiration and write based on a prompt discussed; but I won't be specifically fulfilling requests for writing scenes or anything right now :]

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°•.Tags.•°

• #ghost rambles = text posts, non-creative-writing type stuff

• #ghost reblogs = featuring my amazing commentary in the tags /j

• #ghost arts = any original art posts

• #ghost writes = any original writing posts

• #ask reply = as you might guess, ask responses. Might be useful to group them together from the flood of me reblogging stuff

• #ghost lore = anything relating to my HCs, fanfics, or OC lore, for those who want to see it all! and for those who don't:

• #ghost rw lore = purely HCs and fanfics, no OC stuff

• #ghost oc lore = purely OC stuff, for those who might be interested

• #tbtbu = purely for my AU These Bridges That Bind Us. Updates, little scene snippets or convos about what happens, etc

• #iterator revolution = purely for my Iterator Revolution AU. Same stuff, whatever I mention relating to the AU.

Alright, now that that's finally done, time to actually go through everything I've reblogged and posted and tag them correctly. This is gonna be one heck of a task lol

#introduction #ghost rambles #hello welcome to my blog #idk how to post im socially awkward as all hell

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haldenlith · 4 months

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2023 Tumblr Top 10 (with commentary)

(This was apparently the year of Astarion... If only most of my art could get this many pings. 😢)

1. 164 notes - Sep 19 2023 I've probably talked about this before, but I'll say it again: The banter between Astarion and Gale about "oh never felt the...

I still periodically get activity on this post. People have had opinions on it, it seems, which have been interesting to read. I've seen people say that Ilmater and Elistraee both would've helped him, and saying my take was kinda BS, to which I counter, again -- vampire. Faerun gods don't seem to be particularly fond of undead (also Astarion wasn't exactly a good person before getting turned, soooo...). (Also-also, Eli girl was dead for a chunk of Astarion's time under Cazador, so not much she could do anyway while trying to reform herself. Eli - 0 Lloth - 1)

Still, it's been fun to see people's thoughts, even if they differ from mine. Another testament to the interesting writing in BG3, that even a brief bit of banter can spin up a bit of thoughts and discussion.

2. 52 notes - Oct 6 2023 Rambling a moment in response to something someone thought of on another post (and I don't want to piggyback on their post), but...

An art post in my top 10? Shock! And it not be normal sexy Astarion, but weird headcanon AU Astarion? There's a trend here, considering the last time I had art do any form of numbers, it was my cyberpunk-ish Astarion. I keep trying to draw and write more Witcher-AU stuff, but it requires more spoons than my brain has available. Until then, you get beastie batty Astarion, who, rest assured, is still a gremlin. Worse, arguably, since he has the ability to go invisible...

4. 26 notes - Sep 10 2023 Family Ties

I still maintain the headcanon that the Ancunin Family are probably shitty people. I know people want to imagine they're this poor nice noble family of high elves who are just so sad about their son but... let's be honest. You don't get an ass like Astarion from a sweet and nice upbringing, especially not from a noble family.

5. 22 notes - Nov 9 2023 KAYN CAN GET STUCK IN SHIT?! ... That is fucking hilarious and exactly what that gremlin deserves.

... I don't get why this got as many notes as it has, but I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks Kayn deserves what he got and found it hilarious. (I love seeing dumb gremlins get bullied by comedic circumstance.)

6. 22 notes - Jul 13 2023

Knowing what we know now about Astarion, I'm less into bullying him in a sexual sense. Still was an interesting little thought, though. Could be interesting to explore if he wanted, in his journey to reclaim his sexuality and such.

7. 22 notes - Jul 13 2023 My brain has, like everyone else, been going "brrr" on the mention of a "heartwrenching ending" that was mentioned for "one of...

Twenty-two is the magic number, apparently. Anyway... hmm... I'll refrain from further commentary, since, well, spoilers.

8. 19 notes - Aug 25 2023 Not only did I get the game working, but I managed to get my saves to work, and I went down and kicked Cazador's fucking ass....

A very spoiler post for BG3. I will say that, in the future, I may wait a tic on really playing future games on release, even if I've purchased them. Even with Early Access and all the work they did to catch bugs, BG3 was still a bit of a mess for me. I can ignore most little bugs, but Save-breaking bugs... Those get to me. I'm glad it all got worked out.

9. 17 notes - Sep 4 2023 Why must we constantly headcanon living-Astarion not having white hair? He's an elf! Elves can have lovely, luxurious white...

*shrug* I still don't get this headcanon people have. I get the idea of stress-induced-hair color change, but... eh. The logic doesn't logic for me.

10. 13 notes - Oct 12 2023 Just random musing. Genuinely not calling anyone out or anything, but I find it... interesting? Yeah, we'll go with interesting....

I still see it when I poke around Astarion/whoever fandom, and still feel it's incredibly suspicious and telling that people can't seem to separate BDSM/kink from "being evil". At least that's how it looks to me. I know, I know, it's fantasy and people find being evil and kinky hot, but still... the prevalence of kinky Ascendstarion vs not-kinky Spawnstarion makes me scratch my chin in thought. Then again, I could ramble forever about how this is probably an interesting reflection of society's views on BDSM and whatever.

Part of me wants to write that thought-exercise-analysis essay, but from the bits of Ascendstarion vs Spawnstarion discourse I've seen, I think I'd rather not even graze nor get near that hornet's nest... Oof.

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#tumblrtop10 #haldie rambles #an interesting year in review #long post

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karahalloway · 2 years

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(Less Than) Noble Intentions: Chapter 3 - Room Service

Fandom: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Series Synopsis: The social season may be over, but Harper Gale's problems are just beginning. With everyone at court a potential suspect, can she and Drake survive the engagement tour and get to the bottom of the plot against her and clear her name? An AU take of TRR2 featuring my OTP - Harper & Drake.

Masterlist: (Less Than) Noble Intentions

Chapter Summary: It’s the day after the Coronation Ball and Harper realises that she missed her flight to New York... but Drake has alternate plans.

Word Count: 6,400

Rating/Warnings: E (swearing, fluff, smutty smut)

Chapter theme song:

Chapter 3 - Hotel Room Service

When I come to, the first thing that I become aware of is the warmth of Drake's chest against my bare back and the feel of his arms around me as he holds me close.

With a blissful sigh, I snuggle deeper into his embrace, finding his hand under the covers and looping my fingers through his.

A lazy smile spreads across my face as I revel in the luxury of not only waking up naturally without the Beaumont alarm clocks barging into my room to rouse me at the last minute for some kind of important appointment, but of waking up next to Drake for the first time.

Hmm... Important appointment...? Why did that sound... important?

"Shit...!" I gasp, bolting suddenly upright.

"Gale, what's wrong?"

The bedside light comes on behind me. Turning around, I see Drake sitting up as well, eyeing me with concern, his hair even more mussed than usual from sex and sleep.

"I fell asleep..."

He raises a brow. "That a problem?"

"I... I don't know," I admit, feeling my shoulders slump. "I was supposed to be on a plane to New York..."

Amidst the shock and humiliation of the press scandal, I had been ready to run as far and as fast away from Cordonia as I could, even though I had felt my heart breaking as I said goodbye to Drake on the phone at the airport. But our unexpected declarations of love for each other had thrown a massive spanner in the works... And now I have no idea what we’re going to do.

"Like hell you were," he scoffs. "I didn't drive all this way for you to just eff off again."

"But I can't go back to Cordonia," I point out. "I'm on the cover of every newspaper and magazine by now. Plus they filmed the whole thing live. I won't be able to take two steps without the paps pouncing on me."

"And you think going back to the States will make a difference?"

"I... No," I admit glumly.

The gossip mags are never going to drop a scandal this juicy. If anything, the story is probably hitting the newsstands on the other side of the Atlantic as we speak.

Flopping back onto the bed, I cover my face with my hands. "Drake, what am I going to do?"

"We," he corrects, leaning over me to drop a kiss on my nose, "are gonna clear your name and figure out who did this to you. And make them pay."

Peeking out from between my fingers, I can see that he is gazing down at me with a look full of love and determination.

I wish I had his optimism...

"How?" I sigh, drawing my hands up through my hair in frustration.

Pulling me back into his arms, he says, "By tracking down that photographer to find out who hired them and then getting the Sun to retract the story. And if they don't, we'll sue them for libel. The others should take the hint after that."

"But you haven't even gotten to the bottom of the bachelor party photos, we have no idea where Tariq is, or who he's working with, and now you want to start yet another investigation to figure out who's behind the latest smear campaign? I think that's a bit ambitious."

"Actually, I think they're all connected," says Drake, drawing little circles around my bellybutton, making my skin tingle. "If we can get to the bottom of one, we'll get to the bottom of all of them. But to do that, we need to return to court."

"Eugh..." I groan. "Do we have to? I've already had enough fancy hors d'oeuvres and not-so-polite conversation to last me a lifetime."

"Trust me, I know," he agrees ruefully. "But the engagement tour is coming up and that'll give us a chance to do some digging as every royal and celebrity correspondent in Europe's going to be tagging along."

"Madeleine mentioned something about that at dinner last night..."

"Think of it as a weeks-long, multi-destination engagement party."

I stare at him in disbelief. "It's the social season all over again?"

"Kinda. Only this time most of the fixtures will be abroad. The idea is for Chris to parade his new bride around for all of Cordonia's allies to meet and greet before the wedding... with the whole court in tow."

My gut tightens at the mention of Christian's name.

"Will... Will I even be allowed back?" I ask uncertainly. "Christian did kind of kick me out."

"I'll deal with Chris," growls Drake. "He owes you a fucking apology."

I lay a hand on his chest. "Please don't do anything that will get you banished as well."

He lays his hand over mine with a wry twitch of his lips. "Don't worry. I won't. I need access to the Guard's secure network to track down the photographer."

"What about the person who has it in for me?" I ask, running a thumb over his skin. "Won't they come after me again if I go back?"

Drake's face clouds over slightly. "Maybe. But maybe not. I'd like to assume that since they think they succeeded in preventing you from becoming queen, they'll back off."

"I'm sensing a 'but' there..."

He sighs in confirmation. "But we'll need to be careful and take some precautions. We don't know how deep this goes. And we won't find that out until..."

"...we go back to court," I mutter dejectedly.

He’s right — there is no alternative.

With a resigned exhale, I say, "Fine. I'll do it. On three conditions."

Drake drops his head with a groan. "Your provisos are gonna be the death of me, girl."

"You don't know what they are yet."

"But I already know that I'm going to agree to them, despite my better judgement."

"Then I don't see why you're complaining, Walker," I reply sweetly, hooking my leg over his waist to roll myself on top of him. Pushing myself up, I look him square in the eye. "Do I have your attention?"

"Full and undivided," he drawls, sliding his hands eagerly up my thighs.

I roll my eyes at him before turning serious. "First, you're going to teach me self-defence."

His hands stop at my hips as his eyes meet mine questioningly.

"I know you think it's your job to look out for me," I press on, "but you're not always going to be at my side once we return to court. And I don't want to end up in another helpless situation where I am at the mercy of someone bigger and stronger than me, especially while whoever has it in for me is still out there and will probably not be best pleased that I've come back. So, if the situation arises, I want to be able to hold my own... On my own."

He assesses me for a long moment. "Alright."

"Thank you," I say, bending down to kiss him softly on the lips.

His hand fists into my hair to hold me against his mouth so he can return my kiss with heartfelt vigour. "Second?" he asks gruffly.

"You're going to take me on a proper date. Dinner, flowers, the whole nine yards."

He arches a brow. "Am I, now?"

"Yes. You are," I inform him decisively. "Since you drove all this way, I want a day out in Paris with you. Like we did that day in the capital. Take the opportunity to see the sights, eat some good food... just the two of us. Because I doubt we'll have a chance to do something like this when we get back to Cordonia."

"The other dates not pass muster then?"

"Oh, so they were dates, were they?" I ask with equal dryness. "I thought you didn't do those."

"Never said I didn't," he replies. "But you were technically off-limits at the time, so..."

"I don't think plausible deniability's gonna fly, bud," I tell him. "Apparently we weren't as discreet as we thought we were..."

His brows furrow. "Who knows?"

"That I know of? Let's see... Maxwell and Hana, obviously..."

"Guess there's not much of a surprise there..."

"...Olivia..."

Drake pulls a face.

"...or at least, she suspects...and Leo."

Drake's brows shoot up in surprise. "Leo?"

"It took him all of two seconds to figure out something was up between us in Monaco."

"Which means Chris might know as well..." he sighs. "Fuck..."

"I'm guessing you haven't talked to him yet?"

He shakes his head.

A disturbing idea pops into my head. "Do... Do you think he sent me away because he found out about us?"

The look on Drake's face tells me that he's thinking along the same lines. "I don't know," he admits eventually. "Guess we'll find out when we get back. And the third thing?"

"You're going to order us room service," I tell him with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. "I'm starving."

He lets out a throaty chuckle. "When are you not?"

"I'm not going to apologise for having a healthy appetite," I reply, crossing my arms over my chest.

In the next instant, I find myself on my back with Drake looming over me.

"Deal," he murmurs, trailing hot kisses down my neck as he pins my arms above my head. "But I get to have dessert first."

"Oh?" I ask with a grin. "What were you planning to have?"

"You."

My mouth drops open in surprise as he begins making his way down the valley between my breasts while drawing his hands down my sides. "But you... We already..."

"That was this morning," he states matter-of-factly, trailing his tongue down the sensitive diagonal from my hip bone to my groin, making me shiver. Glancing down at him, I see the heat in his eyes as he adds, "It's lunchtime now."

"Are you...planning on having me for dinner as well?" I ask shakily as he moves lower to the inside of my thighs.

"I'm not going to apologise for having a healthy appetite," he declares with a wolfish grin, grabbing my hips to yank me towards him.

I gasp when his tongue makes contact with my already slick centre.

Fisting my hands into his hair, I arch myself into his mouth with a moan.

He loops his arms around my legs and uses his fingers to spread me wider before drawing his tongue over the length of my clit with exquisite slowness, making me shudder.

"Christ, you taste good..." he whispers before eagerly flicking his tongue over me again... and again... and again.

"Drake...!" I plead, throwing my head back.

"Hmm?"

"Drake, please...!"

While what he’s doing is incredible, it’s driving me to the edge of reason, and if he doesn’t pick up the pace soon, I’m going to scream.

"Please, what, Gale?" he drawls, circling my wet folds lazily.

Ohmygodheismaddening! "Please... just... just..."

I can’t seem to be able to get the words out, so I resort to thrusting my hips up at him, hoping he'll get the message.

But his arms are locked around my middle, keeping me pinned exactly where he wants me... at the mercy of his teasing mouth and tongue.

"Just trust me," he assures me, glancing up briefly from between my thighs with a look that makes my heart skip a beat. "I'm gonna take my time and you're going to enjoy every last second of it."

I whimper as he dives back in to swirl, lick and glide over me as if he has all the time in the world.

As he works me insanely slowly, but surely towards release, my breath starts coming in shorter and shorter pants until it felt like I’m going to stop breathing all together as my entire being becomes subsumed by the frankly unparalleled sensations he is drawing from my body.

"Drake... Oh, my God... Drake...!

Without skipping a beat with his mouth, he responds to my cries by shoving his fingers into my tight centre, making me scream as I finally — blessedly! — explode.

Stars burst in front of my eyes as he helps me ride the orgasm to its glorious peak before easing me back down to earth again, my entire body throbbing with ecstasy.

As my consciousness settles languidly back into my body after the mind-bending high, I become aware of the sound of a phone vibrating.

"Don't move," Drake commands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he withdraws from between my legs. "I ain’t done with you yet..."

All I can manage is a wheezy squeak in response.

Being in bed with this guy is unreal...

My entire body feels like it’s been turned to Jell-O and my head is still spinning from the intense climax he had just put me through. So, even if I wanted to, there is no way I can even think about going anywhere, let alone being able to actually move my limbs.

God only knows what he plans to do to me next...!

I hazily watch him locate his suit pants on the floor next to the bed. Picking them up, he pulls his phone from one of the pockets and I see his mouth twist slightly at the sight of the caller ID.

With a resigned sigh, he accepts the call.

"Yeah?"

While he listens to whoever is on the other end of the line, offering the occasional mutter of acknowledgement in response to what is being said, I let my eyes drift over his chiselled body, his ruggedly handsome face that is creased in annoyance at the interruption, and up to his silky, chocolate-coloured hair, which is sticking up in all directions from where I held onto it for dear life moments ago.

And even though he is standing in front of me in all his masculine perfection, having given me yet another mind-blowing orgasm, I still can’t quite believe that this is for real, and not just some mystical daydream.

"Alright. I'll be there."

"W-what?" I ask, my voice still shaky, as he ends the call.

"Looks like we'll have to do Paris another time," he replies sourly, dropping his phone on the bedside table.

"Why?" I ask with a frown.

"Chris wants me back."

My stomach drops. "Sounds ominous... Did he tell you why?"

"To discuss what happened at the Ball. He told me last night he wanted to talk, but I didn't think he'd set up the meeting for tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow?!" I exclaim, bolting upright. "But that means—"

"Yeah. I know. It's gonna be a long drive."

"Are we ever going to catch a break?" I groan, flopping back down onto the bed in exasperation.

"Well..." he drawls with a sexy smirk as he crawls back onto the bed… like a tiger stalking its prey. "It's only 1pm now. There's still plenty of time between now and when we'll need to leave in the morning..."

"Nuh-uh, cowboy," I declare, pressing a hand into his chest as he attempts to climb on top of me again. "You've had your fun. Now you need t—"

"But I'm still hungry..." he murmurs seductively, parting my thighs with his knee as he looks down at me like I’m a piece of prime rib-eye, and he hasn’t eaten in days. "...and you're still wet."

A soft moan escapes me as I feel his blazing erection nudge against me.

"Drake..." I sigh, more in need than in protest.

As even though my stomach is grumbling about not having eaten since the Coronation Ball, the rest of my body is screaming out for a very different kind of sustenance.

I’m never going to get enough of him...

But given that we slept through breakfast, and it’s now early afternoon, I know I need food, especially if Drake’s planning on putting me through even more intense cardio.

So, with concerted effort, I open my eyes and flick my hips slightly to the side, denying him access.

He raises a brow at me. "Y’think you can escape, huh?"

In the next instant, I’m straddling him with my legs wrapped around his waist as he sits back on his heels.

I try to squirm away, but his hands are locked onto my backside with an iron grip, holding me steady against his hard length.

"I told ya, girl," he growls, nipping at my neck. "I ain’t done with you yet."

"And I told you that I need food," I counter breathlessly. "Now get on the phone and order some before I pass out from hunger."

He assesses me for a long moment, no doubt weighing the pros and cons of quickly finishing what we started now, versus being able to take our time later.

I keep my gaze steady, even though every fibre of my being is crying out for him.

"Alright," he concedes, dropping a kiss on my nose as he loosens his hold on me. "But after lunch, you're mine."

"Aren't you demanding?" I quip as I quickly slide off the bed before he can change his mind.

"Harper. You have no idea how many times and how many ways I've imagined getting you down and dirty," he says softly, his hot gaze licking over my body. "So, I'll be damned if we're leaving this room until we absolutely have to. Especially since we can no longer have a week to ourselves like I was planning on."

My eyes nearly pop out of my head. "You... you want to condense a week's worth of sex into one afternoon?!"

"If you're game," he confirms with a cocksure grin. "Or you worried you won't be able to keep up?"

I gulp.

He's already blown my mind three times in the space of six hours (at least five of which we had spent sleeping) and I’m sure I can survive the marathon sex session he obviously has in mind without turning into a drooling vegetable.

But — like him — I’ve waited too goddamn long to pass up on uninterrupted, no-holds-barred time with each other.

"You know I can hold my own against you, Walker," I reply, crossing my arms determinedly over my chest.

Famous last words, Harper...

"Good," he grins. "Because who knows when we'll next get a chance to be together like this, just the two of us. So, I intend to make the most of it."

"You'd better get on that phone then, shouldn't you, cowboy?" I purr as I saunter towards the bathroom. Pausing in the doorway, I glance back at him with a sultry look. "Clock's a-ticking."

I underscore the last word with a smack on my ass.

In the space of a heartbeat, Drake's leapt off the bed like a panther, crossing the distance between us in a flash.

But before he can reach me, I've closed and locked the door.

"Hard foul, Gale!" he decries from the other side of the barrier.

"Maybe I like making you work for it, Walker," I tease.

I hear him chuckle before he reluctantly shuffles off to ring up for food.

With a wry shake of my head, I make my way over to the shower.

I smell like Drake and sex — a heady combination for sure! — and even though he made it clear that we will be staying in bed for the rest of the day, I want to freshen myself up a bit at halftime.

Catching sight of myself in the oversized mirror, my jaw drops in shock.

My entire body is flushed, my hair looks like a tornado has swept through it, and I can see the glistening results of our amorous activities smeared on the insides of my thighs.

A snort of amused disbelief escapes me as I stare at myself.

I was no virgin, but I have never looked — or felt — like this after sex.

Obviously, I’d spent more than a few sleepless nights during the social season imaging what it would be like with Drake, but he has somehow managed to blow even my wildest fantasies out of the water.

And while every girl dreams of finding that one guy who can not only rock her world, but who also has the looks and personality to match, I have definitely hit the jackpot with Drake!

I throw my reflection a self-satisfied grin as I grab a hair-tie from my make-up bag and twist my hair into a bun on top of my head while I complete the journey to the shower.

Turning the water on full whack, I grab a towel while I wait for the water to warm up. Stepping under the spray, I let out a low exhale as the hot stream hits my neck and chest and cascades down my body.

After hanging out for a few minutes, I reach for the mini bottle of body wash, humming softly under my breath.

Despite everything that has happened over the past week or so, I feel like I am the luckiest girl in the world. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I‘ve been this happy... Maybe when my parents announced that they were taking me to Disneyland for my tenth birthday.

I am in the process of opening the cap when I yelp in surprise, nearly dropping the bottle as I feel arms wrap around my waist.

"I told you not to do that!" I exclaim, whirling around to face Drake.

"You've never told me not to get in the shower with you," he replies in a deadpan manner.

I can't help but laugh as he spins me back around and extracts the little bottle from my fingers to place it back on the rack. "You and your technicalities, Walker... But how did y—?"

"I have my methods," he responds roguishly, leaning in to drop kisses on my shoulder while his hands slide down my back to round the curve of my hips, like they had done at the beach party when he had spread sunscreen on me.

But unlike that afternoon where I had to mentally restrain myself from responding to his touch, I now let my backside thrust unashamedly towards him, and a shiver runs down my spine as I brush against his already — still? — hard cock. "But the food..."

"Ordered and on its way," he breathes into my ear, running his hand up my stomach to my breasts, making me moan as his fingers find my nipple.

"Then should... shouldn't we—?" I gasp as his other hand snakes down to dive between my legs, short-circuiting my brain in the process.

"Chillax, Gale," he whispers as he proceeds to circle my still-sensitive clit with his fingers. "We have thirty minutes before it gets here. And I intend to make full use of it."

My eyes flutter shut with a throaty moan as his hands get to work in earnest. I lace my fingers into his hair to steady myself, leaning back against his firm body.

After a few delicious swirls that leave me panting, he changes tack to begin sliding his fingers back and forth, the heel of his hand braced against my public bone to keep me flush against him.

"Drake..." I whimper as the fingers of his other hand circle my nipple with the same sensual rhythm while the steady stream of water pummels my chest, sliding down my stomach and legs like a caress.

"Yes, Gale?" he drawls, running his tongue up the side of my exposed neck to my earlobe.

My entire body is still tingling from earlier, so it’s taken no time at all for him to coax me into readiness. But this time, I want more than just his fingers… amazing as they were at making me forget my own name.

"Drake, I need you..."

"Since you asked so nicely..." he smirks against my neck.

He pushes me forward and my hands fly out instinctively to splay against the walls of the shower to stop myself from falling over. Grabbing my waist to pull me back against him, and I feel him shove my legs wider with his foot.

I inhale sharply as he slides in, my hands slipping down the wet tiles as my entire body curls around the sensation of us joining together again.

"Jesus, you're tight..." he grunts as he adjusts his hold on me.

I gasp as he begins to move slowly.

He’s right. It does feel tighter and much more intense from this angle. Like he’s pushing himself into the very centre of my being, every movement of his hips making me quiver.

"You okay?" he asks, running a hand down my back questioningly.

In response, I slide my hands up the wall and arch my back, changing the angle slightly. I hear a groan escape him as I shove myself back against him more forcefully. Taking the hint, he picks up the pace, tightening his hold on my waist to keep me exactly where I need to be for maximum effect.

I throw my head back, revelling in the heart-stopping feel of us coming together again and again, each thrust making me call out his name with increasing urgency.

"Fuck, Harper," he pants, his fingers digging into my skin. "You have no idea...how hot you are...right now..."

"Hot enough... to make you come?" I ask saucily, rocking my backside against him. My entire body is trembling with anticipation, but I don’t want to let go until he’s ready as well.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, yes..."

"Then don't hold back."

With a low growl in the back of his throat, he yanks me back forcefully against him at the same time as he drives forward.

I gasp, feeling the force of the penetration all the way up in my throat.

The gasp turns into a moan as he slowly slides out before impaling himself deep inside me again, this time making me cry out at the intensity of the sensation.

He repeats the pattern, again and again, each time a bit faster until he's barreling into me so hard and fast that we're both calling out desperately for God and each other as we become overwhelmed by the experience.

He explodes inside of me with a guttural cry, and I feel myself constrict around him before I am shattered a heartbeat later by a deep-seated release that rocks me to my very soul.

My arms give way and I slump against the cool tiles of the shower, my entire body pulsing from head to toe, as I gulp desperately for air.

"Christ, girl," pants Drake.

Opening my eyes with some difficulty to glance behind me, I see that he is leaning against the wall, his face flushed from exertion, chest heaving as he tries to calm his breathing.

"That was... something else,” he says, swallowing thickly.

"Worth making you work for it?" I ask with a languid grin, closing my eyes again.

He scoffs wryly. "I'm not gonna answer that."

"Why not?"

"Because I'd be lying if I said 'no'. But I know that if I say 'yes' then you'll just take that as a free pass to make me work for it every time."

"Not every time..." I correct, pushing myself off the wall and turning to face him on shaky legs. "Just... most of the time."

"Uh-huh..." he mutters unconvincedly, brushing his knuckles down my cheek.

"It would be for your benefit, Walker," I purr, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning into him. "You just admitted that it was worth it."

"I said no such thing," he counters, running his fingers down my neck and then my shoulder.

"Yes," I insist breathlessly, my body arching towards him on its own volition, as if it still needed more. "You did."

"I was talking provisorily."

"That's a fancy word, Mr Walker," I remark with an arched brow. "You got a law degree in addition to your Poli-Sci and medical degrees, that I don't know about?"

"I never actually finished my degree."

"Oh. Right. Because of Christian..." I smack myself mentally on the forehead. "Sorry, I thought..."

"It's fine," he replies, dropping a kiss on my nose. "Like you said — I've lived it all already. Going off to uni was more of an excuse to get away from court than getting the expensive piece of paper at the end of it."

"Don't you want to go back and finish it?"

"Not really. I mean, it wouldn't make any difference if I did. But, anyway," he says, reaching for the shower gel behind me. "Food's going to be here in a minute, and we should make ourselves at least moderately presentable."

We quickly soap and rinse ourselves off. Drake gets out of the shower first and is in the process of towelling himself off when there's a knock on the door.

Wrapping the towel quickly around his waist, he strides out of the bathroom and closes the door behind him to give me privacy while he dealt with the room service.

I soak myself for a little while longer, not really wanting to move. But when my stomach rumbles loudly, I decide to turn the water off. After drying myself off, I shrug into one of the hotel bathrobes. Glancing up at the mirror, I let my hair out of its bun and untangled it with my fingers.

Taking a deep breath, I look my reflection in the eye.

"Well, here goes..."

I walk out of the bathroom and am greeted by a sight that stops me dead in my tracks.

Drake has pulled the desk away from the wall to create a make-shift dining table at the foot of the bed and laid it as if we were in a fancy restaurant. But what really takes my breath away is the fact that he is standing shirtless next to the bed, faded jeans slung low over his hips, twirling a single red rose between his fingers.

"M'lady," he drawls, offering me the flower.

"What's all this?" I ask dazedly, taking the rose.

"You said you wanted a proper date," he replies. "Dinner, flowers, the whole nine yards. Since we can’t go into Paris like you wanted, I've had to improvise."

"Drake Walker the romantic," I tease with smile, lifting the rose to my nose. "Who'd've thunk it...?"

"Yeah, yeah," he smirks with a roll of his eyes. "I'm a big ol' marshmallow. Just don't tell anybody..."

"Your secret's safe with me, Romeo," I promise with a wink. "As long as you really are willing to go the whole nine yards and break out the awkward ice-breaker questions and first-date nerves."

He cocks a brow at me as he leads me to the end of the bed. "Don't you think we're a bit past all that, Gale?"

"Yeah," I concede. "But I still want to do it. There's a lot that I don't know about you."

"What d’you want to know?" he asks, walking around the table to sit down next to me.

"Let's start with some easy ones... Like, are you a dog person or a cat person?"

He shakes his head with a wry smile as he picks up his fork and knife. "Definitely dog. You?"

"I like both, but I lean towards dogs as well," I reply, cutting into the tenderloin he'd ordered. "Ever had a dog?"

"There have always been a pair of dogs at the ranch, but they were there more to guard the property than to act as pets."

"Have you ever wanted a dog of your own?"

"Yeah, I've thought about it a few times. But with all the travelling and erratic schedules, I didn't think I could make it work. Plus, Regina's allergic, so pets got effectively banned from the Palace when she married Constantine."

"That sucks..." I admit. "You would've thought that with all that space, she wouldn't notice if someone had a dog or a cat."

"I think Chris is planning on revoking that royal order. He's been hankering after a dog ever since he was eight."

"Well, then maybe you can get one too. What's your favourite TV show to binge out on?"

"Archer."

I snort in amusement. "Of course you'd like a dysfunctional workplace comedy featuring a snarky, whiskey-drinking spy."

He glances at me. "I'm surprised you know of it."

"I have three older brothers, remember? They usually ended up in control of the remote, so I've watched pretty much everything they've ever been into. Hence why I lean towards action movies instead of chick flicks. Favourite movie?"

"Eugh... Do I have to pick one?"

"Top three then."

"Die Hard, Bad Boys 2 and The Dark Knight."

"Not any of the Avengers movies?"

"You limited me to three."

I laugh. "Fair enough. Favourite comfort food?"

"Sloppy Joes," he replies, throwing a couple of a fries into his mouth. "It's simple, it's filling, and you can eat it without fancy cutlery."

I glance at him with a grin. "Is that your criteria for good food then?"

"Pretty much," he shrugs. "Though I do appreciate a good steak. Even if it does require a fork and knife."

"I don't think you'd qualify even as part Texan if you didn't," I remark with a smile as he takes a big bite of his own steak.

"What about you?"

"Chocolate chip pancakes – American style, obviously – drenched in maple syrup and topped with bacon."

Drake's eyes widen. "Are you trying to give yourself a heart attack?"

"I don't have them very often. Usually only when I go over to my Nana's. Her pancakes are to die for."

"Yeah. From a trans fat and sugar overload."

"Hey. Don't knock it till you try it."

"I'm not knocking it. I'm sure they're great. But that doesn't mean that it's good for you."

"Says the person with the whiskey obsession?"

"It's not really an obsession... Just a habit I picked up from Dad."

"He was a whiskey man as well?"

"Yeah. He started introducing me to bourbon when I turned 14. And before you say anything..." he cautions with a meaningful look, "the legal drinking age here is lower than in the States."

"Actually, I was going to say that I'm surprised a 14-year-old could enjoy a whiskey. It's not exactly an introductory kind of drink."

"To be honest," he says with a small smile, "I didn't really care for it initially. But at the funeral, everyone was served a shot as a way to remember him by. And I guess that made it take on a new significance for me."

"So, it's something you do to honour his memory?"

"Kinda. At least, I did to start with. I'd do a shot on special days – like his birthday, Christmas, that kind of stuff. But, over time, I learned to appreciate the whiskey for itself. So, it basically became my go-to drink."

"What's your favourite whiskey?"

"That I've ever tried, or drink regularly?"

"Both."

"That Eagle Rare I had on Hana's yacht was pretty special. So, that's probably the best I've ever had. In terms of favourite that I drink regularly, it's Maker’s Mark. It's cheap and easy to get hold of pretty much anywhere."

"What about your break-in-case-of-emergency whiskey? Is that not a favourite?"

"It is, but it's not one I drink regularly."

"Because it's so strong?"

"Because it's about two grand a pop."

I nearly drop my fork. "You gave me whiskey worth $2,000? So I could wash down some painkillers?"

"Was it, or was it not an emergency?"

"You could've given me a glass of water!"

"Yeah, but the whiskey did the trick, didn't it?" he shrugs nonchalantly. "It knocked you out for about six hours."

I shake my head in disbelief. "You're impossible..."

"I thought you knew that by now," he murmurs with a side-long glance as he polishes off the rest of his food.

God, he’s infuriating!

But when he looks at me like that, brow raised suggestively, mocha eyes sparkling, a smile tugging at his lips — not to mention shirtless — he could commit first degree murder in front of me and I'd still want him.

"Anyway," he declares, setting his fork and knife down on his empty plate and turning to face me. "I believe it's my turn to ask the questions."

"Oh, yeah?" I grin, reaching for the chocolate soufflé. "What do you want to know?"

"Do you prefer this...?" he asks, flicking the folds of the robe apart.

I suck in a breath as he ghosts his right hand up the inside of my thigh.

"...or this...?"

He tugs the top of the robe off my shoulder with his other hand to feather his fingers over my collarbone, making me shiver.

I grip the edge of the bed, dessert forgotten. "Do I... do I have to choose?"

"Yes," he confirms, his right hand moving over my stomach to trace the inside of my other thigh while his left hand trailed up to my neck.

My eyes flutter shut as I gasp, "But everything you do is amazing..."

"I want to know what turns you on more."

"Mmm..." I bite my bottom lip as his hands continue to explore. "First one..."

"Good choice," he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. "And now that we're done eating, tell me where you want to do it next."

"Actually," I gasp as he yanks the rest of the robe off me, "there's still the chocolate soufflé..."

"You can have it later," he declares, pulling me onto his lap so I'm straddling him.

"Hey," I protest. "You've had your dessert, I want to have mine. Plus," I add, giving him a playful look, "those killer abs of yours look like they'd pair nicely with some gooey chocolate sauce."

He quirks a brow at me. "Are you sure it's the soufflé you're after, Gale?"

"Yes," I murmur, tracing the contours of his abs with my fingers. "But I think you'll be delicious as well, Walker."

He throws his head back with a laugh. "Fine. You can use me as a dining table. But I get to return the favour."

"What makes you think there'll be any left for you?" I ask, pushing him back onto the bed. "After all," I purr, drawing my tongue up his stomach to his chest, making him groan, "I love chocolate."

The story continues in Chapter 4 - Southbound

A/N: So previously, I know I had Drake say that his go-to whiskey was Jack Daniels (and the wine-cellar chapter in Lythikos I had Drake bring a bottle of JD with him as well). But I have since been informed by by whiskey aficionado’s that JD is only really drunk by women, college kids and people who have no idea what real whiskey tastes like, and so, if Drake is a serious whiskey drinker, he wouldn’t touch JD with a ten-foot pole (on the basis that it’s sticky-sweet and has a rather unsophisticated taste in comparison to other (better) whiskey). I have therefore update the references to JD to Maker’s Mark instead (as I was told that this is the ‘lowest’ quality a season whiskey drinker would deign to stoop to).

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 3 years

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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.

Medieval Au

Princess Y/N Stark of York New must marry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother's council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N's heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage. 'A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know...'

Bold italics are flashbacks.

Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only

Part warnings: talk of arranged marriage, swearing, violence, blood, attempted kidnap

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<Part 4<

Part 5

The following day Steven promised he would spend the full day with you. After eating breakfast the two of you visited the local village. It was something Steven did when his busy schedule permitted him to, but it was something he always did when you were visiting. You had fallen in love with the villagers after your very first visit to the kingdom. They were all so pleasant and cherished their King. Another thing that reminded you of your home.

After spending a few hours visiting the market where you had lunch as well as buying one or two things, you went back to the castle so Steven could work on a couple of things in his study where you read one of his many books before the two of you had dinner together.

The following day you weren't able to spend that much time with Steven due to him needing to be present in meetings, again. You were left in the company of Sir Clint Barton who was an expert archer and your teacher for just that. The two of you spent hours practising before Steven managed to escape the dreaded meeting he was in and joined you for a little while before the two of you had some lunch. He reluctantly returned to his 'Kingly duties' as he put it with an eye-roll making you laugh. That night you ate with your ladies-in-waiting in your chambers, a little disappointed not to be seeing the King again that night.

"Tell me, Bucky, you spent some time in Wakanda with King T'Challa, didn't you?" You looked back to the man behind you.

King Steven had decided the two of you, along with Bucky and Sam were going to spend the day riding and doing a little hunting. You had a feeling Steven wanted to get out of the castle and away from his council.

"I did, Your Highness," Bucky answered.

"Would you say he's a kind man?" You asked curiously. "I've only met him once but I felt perhaps he was."

Bucky nodded, "He is one of the kindest souls I have had the pleasure of knowing, Your Highness."

"What about King Thor, Steven, is he kind?"

Steven nodded with an almost silent grunt, "He is... Although, you may find conversation with him a little slow, Princess." Steven grinned cheekily at you.

You giggled nodding, "Yes, I have had the pleasure of meeting him once or twice, Your Majesty."

As kind and as brave as King Thor was, his lack of knowledge on matters other than battle and maidens he's bedded, made conversation a little unbearable if you weren't someone with a cock between their legs.

"Are you not going to ask about Prince Loki, Your Highness?" Steven asked in a playful tone.

You scowled playfully at him. "Oh, I am glad you find amusement in my turmoil, King Steven." Steven chuckled making you scoff but smile none the less at him. You did enjoy the teasing between the two of you.

"I think we'll stop here," Steven spoke after a few minutes further riding into the woods. He was quick to dismount and offer his hand to you. He smiled tenderly at you as he held you steadily by the waist. "Okay?"

You gulped, nodding your head, "Yes... thank you,"

You smoothed your dress out stepped around his bulking frame, suddenly feeling shy under King Steven's gaze.

Slowly the four of you began to walk through the trees. Steven and Sam held a crossbow each with Steven on your left as you walked alongside Bucky.

"Rabbit, in front," Sam called out quietly before Steven aimed and fired at the rabbit a hundred or so feet in front of you.

"Good shot, Your Majesty." Bucky praised Steven as he moved forwards and collected the rabbit. His eyes seemed to wonder over your shoulder for a brief moment as he moved back to where he was stood before.

The four of you continued to walk on, conversing softly as you kept an eye out for rabbits. Each aim of the King's crossbow was on target, and soon the rabbits were mounting up.

"Would you like to have a go, Y/N?" Steven asked as he began to reload his crossbow.

Your eyes widened a little in surprise, "Oh, I'm not sure I'd be able to. It's a lot different to a bow and arrow."

Steve shook his head with a reassuring smile. "I'll teach you," He held his arm out towards you and waved you over to him.

You drew in a shaky breath as you slowly walked over to him, taking his hand he offered to you and allowed him to pull you in front of him. You gasped as Steve held the crossbow in front of you with both hands, caging you in. Shivers ran down your spine as his breath tickled the back of your neck.

"Take this hand," He reached down with his left and held yours, "Place it here," He put your hand into position. "Then put your other hand here," He did the same with the other hand. "Relax your fingers, Y/N, that's it... Then you just pull back, until it's in position... like that," He whispered as he moved your hand once more, showing you how to aim, "And then, you press here, and-" The arrow shot from the crossbow with a whistle through the air and landed in the bark of a tree with a crunch. "Perfect!" He praised you.

You grinned from ear to ear, "I hardly did anything, Steven," You turned to look at him over your shoulder.

"Everyone has to start somewhere, Princess," Steven smiled down at you. You were still stood in front of him with his chest pressed to your back. "Let's see if we can find you a rabbit, shall we?" Steve took your hand in his and began to lead you through the trees.

It took some time and a lot of help from Steven but you eventually managed to catch your own rabbit using the crossbow. You were so excited when you were successful, you jumped up with a cheer and wrapped your arms around Steven's neck.

"Sam," Bucky called out as he picked up the last rabbit they had just shot. "Let's start binding these things together, shall we."

"I hope you don't mind me saying, Steven, but you don't quite seem yourself." You whispered as the two of you stood together leaving the two knights to tend to your catches.

Steven let out a heavy sigh, "I do apologise, Princess. There is no need to worry, I assure you." He gave you a smile to reassure you.

You frowned at him. You reached up and placed your hand on his arm, trying not to think about how his muscular bicep felt under your hand. "Steven, I'm no fool. I know there is something you're worried about." You gave him a gentle smile.

Steven let out a breathy chuckle, "How is it you know me so well, Princess?" He smiled down at you. He reached up and brushed a strand of your hair back from your face. "These damn meetings I've been having." He sighed, "The council seem to think, without a queen by my side, I am in no position to be leading the kingdom to victory." He frowned.

Your eyes narrowed in confusion. "Wait... They are forcing you to marry?" You gulped, feeling something foreign inside your gut as you thought about Steven marrying someone once again.

Steven nodded but before he could open his mouth an arrow was shot through the air from somewhere deep in the woods and landed in the tree between you and Steven, splintering the wood with a loud crack. Steven was quick to pull you into his arms and to draw his sword at the same time as Sam and Bucky.

"Did you see who it was?" Sam asked as he moved to stand before you and Steven to shield you as Bucky stood behind you, blocking the two of you from any more arrows.

Steven shook his head, "Bucky, who had you seen before?" He asked over his shoulder.

"Not sure, Your Majesty, it was just a glimpse of someone. I fear there may be more than one." Bucky answered, "Perhaps we should start making our way back to the castle, Your Majesty?"

"Agreed," Steven tightened his hold on you and slowly the four of you began to make your way back towards where your horses waited.

However, before you could get too far from your spot, another arrow was shot, this time it hit Sam's shoulder. He cried out in pain almost dropping his sword.

"Run, Y/N, you must go!" Steven ordered, pushing you forwards, leaving no room to argue. He knew your horse would keep you safe.

Your breathing was heavy and panicked as you ran as fast as you could. The sounds of swords clashing together and echoing off the trees around you, terrified you. You were desperate to know what was going on but you knew you had to run.

"Your Majesty!" Bucky cried out.

Your feet almost stopped moving and tears began to fall as the trees started to rustle from the winds. You strained your hearing, desperate to hear any sign of Steven. He couldn't be dead, he couldn't. You were so close to Storm, you could almost feel his warmth under your fingertips, you had to push yourself.

You screamed out in terror as an arm wrapped around your waist before a hand covered your mouth, muffling your screams. You clawed at the filthy hand that covered your mouth and kicked out your legs in front of you.

"Be quiet!" A deep voice ordered behind you whilst you were dragged backwards away from your horse.

You pulled the hand from your mouth the best you could and sank your teeth into it, ignoring the foul taste that hit your tastebuds. The man cried out in pain and let go of you. "STEVEN!" You screamed out, trying to move closer to the horses. The four of them stomping their hooves, bucking and whinnying, trying to break loose.

"Be quiet you little bitch!" A hooded man hissed as he hit the back of his hand across your cheek. The force of it knocking you off your feet. "Get up," He ordered as you laid on the floor. "I said, GET UP!" He bent over you as you kicked and screamed at him. You slapped your hand across his face, scratching your nails across his cheek and drawing blood, causing him to take a step back. He glared down at you as he drew a small blade from his boot. "You little-"

The man let out blood-curdling scream as Steven's sword was plunged into his side before he was kicked away from you.

"Sam, if he's not dead, fucking kill him," Steven ordered as he sheathed his sword and moved to where you were laid on the ground crying.

You stared up at him, fear in your eyes. He was covered head to toe in dirt and blood, some most likely his from the one or two gashes that you could see through his tunic. He looked every bit of the feared warrior you had heard stories about.

"Princess?" Steven whispered and bent down beside you as he held his hand out towards you, expecting you to take it.

"Oh, Steven!" You cried out, launching yourself towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your tears rolling down your face and soaking his tunic. "I thought I was never going to see you again."

"Shh, it's okay," Steven soothed, his large hands cradling the back of your head as you sobbed. "I've got you," He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "You're safe."

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mtndew-glowstickflavor · 2 years

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Welp, I finally went ahead and did a full story myself and it's based off the sad Torch AU drawing I did. An easy excuse to try to be sad and edgy. Be warned, I haven't written something this long since high school, enjoy.

Alone

- Sunset drew upon the remote hotel, inside, two of the puppets conversed with one another through the empty main lobby. "Blade, I know you care about Torch a lot, but I feel as though you might be worrying too much?" the puppet, dressed in a satin, pink dress, calmly spoke while walking. The other puppet, pale and skeletal, looked at his friend with slight concern. "I know he prefers being alone, but-" He looks up at the staircase. "Ever since we lost Rick and Susie, I just worry about him being on his own so much. He's strong, but I worry that that won't be enough one of these times."

- The concern of being killed and unable to be repaired is one Leech had come to understand. She was lucky to have been brought back, had it not been for their late master, Rick. "You could just talk to him about it, I'm sure he'd understand." Leech gestures towards the outside of the hotel "I'm sure he's sitting out on the rocks like he usually does." Feeling assured about his choice, Blade decides now may be the best time to tell him.

- Using the old hidden passageway leading to the outside of the back of the hotel, getting out was quick. Blade takes in the environment for a moment. The calm, orange glow of the setting sun, shone upon Blade's polished face, as he made his way to the coastal part of the land. Up ahead, in the distance, he could see the figure of a familiar, larger set puppet, sitting near the edge of the cliff; watching stoically as the waves hit the rocks below. Blade drew a sigh of relief, part of him fearing he wouldn't be here.

- Making sure not to surprise Torch, Blade walks over and greets him softly. "Hey Torch" Snapping out of whatever daydream he was having, Torch looks up; his normally dark currant colored eyes, glow happily orange, once realizing it's Blade. "Oh hi, I didn't expect anybody to follow me out here." Feeling silly for still having somewhat startled his friend, Blade apologizes. "Don't worry about it, did you- want to sit down?" Torch pats the rocky ground to the left of him. "Sure, why not." responds, the smaller puppet, carefully sitting himself down. Looking onto the horizon, the view of the coast is beautiful at this time.

- The tranquil feeling of the warm sunshine mixed with the salty ocean mist from the waves, it's easy to see why Torch enjoys it here. The two enjoy the silence for a moment, before Blade decides to finally break it. "Torch." Blade bluntly says "I worry about you." The metal puppet turns from the view to look at Blade, confused about his statement. "Ever since we lost Rick, the pressure to make sure no-one in the group gets hurt has gotten bigger." Torch continues listening; eyes now back to being neutrally unlit. "We already have to completely fend for ourselves to make the serum, if someone gets killed now, who knows when we'll be able to bring them back, which is why I worry about you always being alone."

- Torch would agree, being solitary has always seemed to be his go-to preference, but, why would it be such a big deal now? He's always been like this, and even if there was trouble, it's not like he was helpless? "I see where you're coming from, but I don't think you should worry about me, any sort of issue I've had I've lived through." This did not quell Blade's fears, in fact, the usual carefree attitude of Torch's response only made it worsen. "But you need to realize the situation we're all in, if something happens to you, or me, or any of us, no one is here to help us." The spikes in Blades hollow eye holes jut out as he begins to become slightly frustrated. "You remember the night we lost Leech, we both saw her be murdered and we could do nothing about it. The last thing I need now is to lose you too."

- The sun was now starting to go down, tension filled the air between the two friends. Torch solemnly looks down, the night he decided to off-handedly to follow Blade and Leech; ending up saving Blade's life but losing Leech's, was one he never forgot. "You saved mine once, think of this as me trying to save yours." The sentiment is there, but Torch still remained persistent about his choice. "I know you care about me but I think you're making a bigger deal out of this than it really is, I know what I'm capable of now, please trust me on this, we'll all be fine." Torch calmly responds, facing back up towards the setting horizon.

- "If I want to be by myself, then I will be, you shouldn't have to worry about me." Blade drew a heavy sigh, seeing that Torch won't listen, deciding to just leave him be for the time being. Maybe he'll change his mind? As Blade walks off, Torch can't help but feel guilty for not listening to his friend, but he'll see he was right in the end.

- The night came and all the puppets were doing their own things, relatively close in location. The others seemed to be in higher spirits, all the while Blade sat at the window of the room they were all occupied in, feeling as though he'd possibly over-stepped when he last spoke to Torch earlier that evening. "Hey, what's going on with Blade, he doesn't seem very happy." The drill headed puppet, named Tunneler, curiously asked Leech. Leech looks and finds Blade across the room, staring out the window, realizing that the confrontation with Torch likely didn't go as planned. "Oh dear, I think I'll have a talk with him." Walking past the others who were in the middle of a card game, to the chair placed next to the window, Leech climbs up and sits in front of where Blade currently sat. "Blade? Is everything alright? How did the talk with Torch go?"

- Looking slightly disappointed with himself, Blade explains. "He didn't listen to me." Resting his chin on his hook "He just seemed to not understand, but, maybe I am being too anxious." Leech had only known Torch for a little while, sure he was friendly and most definitely not someone to underestimate, but him being so unphased by possible danger was admittedly still concerning. "He just needs time to think, there's nothing wrong with trying to look out for each other." Placing her hand on Blade's shoulder, comforting him.

- Abruptly, a faint, yet loud crash is heard from downstairs, putting a stop to the puppet's freetime. All the puppets turn their attention towards the hallway out the door, all silent for a moment. "Now, what on Earth could that've been?" Six gets up from the carpeted ground and goes over to the open doorway, looking down the hallway. Pinhead stands up as well. "I got a bad feelin' it ain't an animal, if that's what you're thinkin', Six." Blade looks at Leech apologetically and hops off the window, onto the chair, then down to the floor, Leech following after. "There's only one way for us to find out." Blade says, readjusting his fedora. "Lets get moving."

- The group stealthily makes their way, one floor downstairs, finding a shattered window in what was the old tea room portion of the hotel, now dark and cobweb covered. Jester's face spins into an annoyed frown, "Oh my, it seems as though another thrill seeker has chosen to visit us." The puppets weren't completely surprised; after what they'd done here in the past, it's no surprise they became sort of a legend. Unfortunately, that also means the occasional unwanted visitor. Blade shifts himself into leader mode, whoever broke in, isn't coming out. "Alright, Pinhead, Jester, Tunneler, you three are gonna go through the vents to try and catch them off guard. Me, Leech, Six, and Tor-" Quickly looking around, Blade realizes he still hadn't actually seen Torch in hours, reigniting the paranoia in the back of his mind. "God damnit, I haven't seen him since the beach, he probably has no clue what's happening!" Everyone looks at each other concerned, they aren't sure where he could be either. Blade sighs "Let's just focus on the visitor first. It's probably just one person, they shouldn't be too dangerous. Torch could be anywhere, hopefully we'll find him along the way."

- Torch leisurely walks down an empty corridor, faintly illuminated by moonlight from a window down the hall. It had been hours since he last spoke to Blade, or to anyone really, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary though. Although, the way things left off with Blade felt rather tense. Torch knew it was out of good intention, but, part of him can't help but wonder; was he right? Stopping and looking around the darkness, Torch is completely alone, anything could happen to him and no one would know. Still, the thought doesn't deter him from his walk.

- Tap-tap-tap-tap. Torch hears the sound of footsteps coming from the connected hallway to his. Listening closer, they sound larger than any of the other puppets, they sound, human. In an attempt at an ambush, Torch quickly hides himself behind a potted plant, squeezing himself back as far as possible. Looking to the left, a beam from a flashlight is seen shining it's light on portions on the hallway. Finally, the owner of the flashlight slowly passes by, a nervous looking young man, unbeknownst of the flame throwing puppet hiding right behind him. Torch sees this as an opportunity to prove himself to Blade, to show that he doesn't have to worry about him anymore. Torch walks out into the middle of the hallway, prepared. "H-huh?" Feeling as though he was being watched, the man turns around and sees two glowing orange eyes, starring back at him three feet away, followed by a low metallic growl.

- "Oh my God...you're...real?" Ha, another person looking to see if the killer puppet legend was true, surely the others must be looking for this guy. Torch lifts his flame thrower arm up, aiming towards the surprised man. "Oh shit!" the man quickly fumbles trying to grab the gun holstersted on his hip, hidden under his jacket. Seeing this, Torch acts and fires...but nothing comes out. Click-click, Torch panics, he hits his arm and keeps trying, but nothing, when was the last time he refilled the gasoline?! Finally, the man pulls out his pistol and while Torch was distracted by his malfunction, takes aim at his chest.

- The shots were quick, quicker than anything that Torch could react to. The two hits made him stagger and fall backwards to the ground behind him. Torch painfully feels his gears and important inner workings break, causing neon green serum to start leaking out of the holes onto the old carpeted floor. The frightened man slowly walks over to see if Torch was still alive "H-holy shit, I actually got one." He mutters under his breath. As Torch looks up at his would-be victim, he feels it, disappointment. Blade warned him not to go off on his own, and yet here he is, alone and dying because of it.

- Suddenly there's a sound of small footsteps getting closer and closer. It's the others, and they're not going to be happy, especially not Blade. The man hears the rapid footsteps as well and quickly darts down the hallway out of fear "Shit! Where are they?!" Unknowingly, the panicked man misses the drill headed puppet crouched in the open vent behind him, preparing to run head first into his calve. A sudden rush of pain hits him, as he feels his lower leg being drilled into; he falls onto his side, yelling out. The man grabs Tunneler, rips him off his leg, and throws him down the hallway, then tries to get up and limp away. Tunneler gets up and shakes off the impact, he then notices Torch, a foot away from where he was thrown, and runs over to try and help.

- Immediately after, Pinhead cuts off the man before he can get to the stairwell and yanks him by his injured leg; causing the man to fall back to the ground. "No! Please don't do this! I'm sorry!!" This plea fails, as Pinhead holds him down, Blade arrives with two of the others and quickly jumps into the fight. Blade hops on top of the man and puts his knife to his throat, slicing open vital varices and getting specs of blood sprayed onto his white face. For a moment, they all breath for a moment, It's over, but is it?

- "Guys!! Guys, get over here right now!!" Tunneler fearfully yells out towards everyone in the hall. All of them come running, quickly realizing what had happened. Blade is mortified at the sight and speeds over to Torch's side, not caring that his hat falls off. "What happened?? Oh my god, it's going to be alright! Don't worry, don't worry, it's not that bad!" Blade feels himself panicking as he speaks, looking closer at the damage Torch had taken, knowing this is something he and the others can't fix. "Blade... calm...down." Torch huffs out. It actually hurts but Torch tries to sit up for a minute, Blade wraps himself around Torch, hugging him as hard as he could. "Blade." Blade lets his hold loosen as he listens to Torch. "You were right, I-, should've listened to you. I'm sorry." The lights in Torch's eyes barely lit up and his voice sounded weak.

- "No no no, it isn't your fault, I just- Torch?" Torch has gone silent now, Blade shakes him but he does nothing, he's gone. The floor is stained with serum from Torch's wounds. Only the moonlight from the window illuminates his body and Blade's. "I-" Speechless, Blade grips onto Torch's limp metal body, not caring that his clothing gets stained as well. His best friend was now gone until they could get someone to fix him, but, who knows when that would be. After watching this unfold with the rest of the group, Pinhead forlornly speaks up. "Do you...want us to leave you be with him for a bit?" Blade pitifully looks at Torch's face, then sternly answers. "No, no. You can take him to the box." Blade softly lays Torch back down and unsteadily stands back up. "I think I'm just going to go think for a bit." Pinhead sighs as he carefully picks up Torch's body and carries it off to be placed into the trunk until the untold future. The other puppets are at a loss for words, but follow Pinhead, allowing for Blade to be alone. Just as Torch was, alone.

- End-

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rottenheartedchild · 2 years

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Writing this quick fic based on these drawings for my AU inspo, enjoy.

It's been 5 months since he begin to live with Erii in Lyon, hiding from captors and erasing his tracks. It's been one hell of a ride for the hybrid, especially at the revelation of the former yakuza princess resurrected and now living a vibrant life as an art student as well as being a fae (He occasionally got spooked out by her transformations).

Right now, the hybrid is helping the eccentric Tornincasa family with their party when a statuesque blonde woman beckons him from the stairs.

"Izzy and I can take it from here, don't stay out too long" Durante ruffle his hair as he carries a huge stack of plates.

"Thanks, and save a spot for me at the table" Luminous reminds as he jogs up to the stairs, trying to catch up with the woman.

When they arrive at what appears to be an attic, Luminous looks confused as she begins to walk up to a very dusty wooden trunk, opening its very heavy lid before taking out two wrapped items from it. Dafina unwraps one of them with a fond smile.

"Luminous..."

"Y-yes, Mrs. Dafina?"

"Mind putting this on for me?"

The woman holds what appears to be a black shawl with gold filigree and simple floral embroidery. As he dons the capelet, Luminous could feel how plush the fabric felt on his skin before tying it with a ribbon. Dafina clips an extravagant pocket watch of gold, silver, and precious stones onto the ribbon before stepping back to admire how he looks.

"Like a glove" She smiles, nostalgia apparent in her voice.

"Say, Mrs. D, what's this?" The hybrid points out a peculiar word etched on the watch.

"That...is my dearest brother's name...Shefqet, it means compassion..."

"I see...say, Mrs. D, why did you bring me up here anyway?"

While he removes the capelet and hands it to her, Luminous watches as she deposits the watch into her pocket before her expression changes.

"For this, open your hand, little one"

The hybrid does as she told and Dafina unwraps the second item and place what appears to be another watch with a chain attached to it. Though it may be simple, it's still stunning nonetheless with gold framing, amethyst flower, and what appears to be a flower field painted on the surface. As Luminous opens the watch, he's awestruck by the colorful design of the clock as well as the mirror fastened on another side of the timepiece.

"Mrs. Dafina, I..."

"I want you to keep it, as your lucky charm..."

"But why? Shouldn't you give this to your sons or...why me?"

"Because you're family, and family looks after each other... When you first arrived here, I could've sworn that my baby brother was here. Not to mention, you're one of the very first to win my eldest son's trust" Dafina smiles softly, casually placing the watch around his neck "Think of it as your protection charm, aside from the ring that Izzy made for you"

"I... Well... Thanks, Mrs. D, I appreciate it" Luminous thanks the older woman, his brown eyes misty as he fiddles with the pocket watch around his neck.

"Think nothing of it, child. As I said before, you're one of us now. We'll be there for you through thick and thin of it all"

"Just one more thing..."

"Yes, boy?"

"Is your brother...still alive?"

Dafina blinks a couple of times before letting a laugh, her eyes watering.

"Oh my, you must've thought he's dead... No, he's still alive. We should head back though, I'll tell you everything about Shefqet"

As they head back downstairs, the party is about to begin as Erii quickly drags Luminous while Dafina walks up to her husband who placed an impressive dragon ice sculpture.

"Looks amazing, honey bear" the blonde smiles as the brunette grins mischievously while wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Grazie, carina. What were you two doing up at the attic anyway?" Valentino asks, watching the children having fun with Luminous.

"Nothing big, just some casual chit chat"

"I see, speaking of which, your brother's coming over for the party, right?"

"Definitely, and I'm sure he'll enjoy meeting the newest member of our little family" Dafina looks at Luminous, and Erii walking to a more secluded space and spending their time talking about everything.

#dragon raja #bayonetta #bayonetta 2 #luminous #lu mingfei #fanfic #au fanfiction

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intro: her VIII ⤑ knj | m

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. 〞singe dad au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader⏤ sᴇʀɪᴇs ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: angst • fluff • smut

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ⋆ fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 5.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: allusions to smut but other than that, none

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: hello,,, this is,,, the long-anticipated next chapter! hope you enjoy :)

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Thursday evening, Namjoon finds himself trudging home from Jin Hit Entertainment. The minute he steps into his home, however, he’s immediately bombarded with three bodies. Taehyung and Jimin cling to each of his legs, Jungkook standing slightly behind. Hoseok follows the boys, smiling at Namjoon.

“Any luck with your next song?” Hoseok asks, Namjoon shaking his head. For the last week and a half, ever since your disastrous end to an almost perfect date, Namjoon had thrown himself into his work to try and take his mind off of you.

“Daddy! Let’s go to the aquarium!” Jimin suggests with a bright toothy smile on his face, his cheeks squishing up into his eyes. Namjoon freezes, Hoseok looking at his age-mate and best friend in sympathy.

"Please daddy! We wanna see noona," Taehyung pouts. The entire time, Jungkook keeps quiet, looking at his father expectantly.

"I don't know if that's a good idea buddy," Namjoon begins, already grimacing from the way Jimin's eyes begin tearing up.

"I wanna see noona," Jungkook calls out. Namjoon sighs.

"I don't know if we can Kook," Namjoon replies. Namjoon can't help but wonder if you even wanted to see them.

"But it's Thursday daddy! We always see noona at the aquayum on Thursday," Jungkook answers back, stomping his little foot while his eyebrows furrow. This was what Namjoon hadn't wanted. How the hell was he supposed to explain to his sons that they may never see you again?

"Kookie, calm down," Hoseok says, trying to placate Jungkook. Jungkook, however, only grows more agitated, his eyes tearing up.

"I wanna see noona!" Jungkook repeats, his voice growing louder.

"Daddy, please! Let's go see noona," Taehyung pipes in, tugging at Namjoon's legs. Namjoon's heart grips, and he wonders if he'd made a mistake by asking you out.

"Take me to see noona!" Jungkook cries. Jungkook’s words, paired with the exhaustion Namjoon feels from work along with Jimin and Taehyung's cries cause him to finally snap.

"No! We're not seeing noona today," Namjoon finally yells. Jimin and Taehyung freeze, and instantly, they let go off their father's trouser legs as they look at him in fear. Jimin shies away, eyes downcast at having upset his father. Jungkook's face scrunches up further, clear devastation written all over his face while Taehyung’s bottom lip trembles. Namjoon's face softens as he realises that he'd just yelled at his sons out of frustration.

"I'm sorry-" Namjoon begins apologising, but before he can even finish his sentence, Jungkook turns and runs away and up the stairs, towards his room. Jimin sniffles, Taehyung grabbing his hand as they both follow Jungkook. Namjoon lets out another sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Damn, I haven't seen you this worked up in a while. You wanna talk about it?" Hoseok asks, looking at Namjoon in worry. Namjoon simply shakes his head, letting out another frustrated sigh.

"It's just... Everything was going so well, and I had to ruin it. Now the boys miss her and more than that I miss her - but I also know I need to give her her space. I just… I need to know if she’s coming back… And if she doesn't, I don't know how to tell the boys that they'll never see her again," Namjoon mumbles, his heart clenching in his chest.

"You didn't ruin anything. She loves the boys and she really likes you. You just need to give her some time because I can understand where she's coming from. Being a parent isn't an easy task, she probably needs time to make her decision," Hoseok says sympathetically, walking up to Namjoon before placing his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder.

"What if her decision is that she doesn't want to be with me? Or that she doesn't want to be their mother?" Namjoon whispers, dread washing over him as he utters the words out loud. Hoseok empathetically pats Namjoon's back.

"I'm sure it won't come to that. Though if it does, well, we'll burn that bridge when we get to it," Hoseok replies, Namjoon humourlessly chuckling. With an exhausted exhale, he rubs his face before following his sons, knowing he needed to make amends.

Meanwhile, you sit in your office, poring over the different papers littered around your desk. Most of them are just charts and health records of the different marine mammals at the aquarium. You should be going through them and updating your online records, but you simply can't concentrate. Your eyes continuously flick towards the watch on your wrist. With a sigh of frustration, you push the papers away from you. This isn’t working. Your brain is far too preoccupied with whether Namjoon will bring the boys to the aquarium or not. It’s nearing closing time, which meant that any moment Namjoon should text you saying he'd be bringing the boys over.

You wait for several minutes. Time ticks incredibly slowly, the clock in your office practically mocking you with each tick. Fifteen minutes later, you realise that Namjoon isn't coming. You can't help the sinking feeling in your stomach. Is he mad at you? He has every right to be. You still aren’t sure whether you are ready to be a mother. It’s a huge task. More than that, however, you have no idea how to be a mother or have people rely on you the way children rely on a parent.

With the knowledge that Namjoon isn't coming with the boys, you hunch back over your papers, ready to do some actual work. Taking those few days off to take care of the boys had been a bad idea. You’re the head veterinarian, and with your absence, the paperwork has built up considerably more than you had anticipated. A fond smile crawls onto your lips, and involuntarily, you lean back into your seat, staring at the wall across from you. You can’t help but remember how you'd had to rub Jimin's soft little belly to 'help' with the ache. It was definitely a hoax, but it had worked as a brilliant placebo, instantly calming Jimin's cries.

Your mind wanders further, remembering the way Taehyung had sleepily waddled up to you, begging for a story despite being half asleep. His words had only caused Jungkook and Jimin to gravitate towards you, and before you could even say no, they'd already dragged you to their father's room for a bedtime story.

Suddenly, the smile on your face curves downwards, a pensive frown on your face. You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You have work to do! You can’t just sit here reminiscing over the boys. Though try as hard as you may, your mind simply refuses to focus on the papers in front of you, and you find your thoughts once again wandering. You wonder if Jimin has finished his antibiotics and if he and Taehyung are happily playing pirates in the mud much to their father's chagrin. When Jungkook's face flashes into your mind, you find yourself smiling softly, and you wonder if he’s doing okay.

Immediately, you freeze, eyes wide. You’re missing them - but it isn’t just that you were missing them. You’re worried about them - worried if they’re okay; if they’re listening to Namjoon; if they’re missing you as much as you’re missing them. The chiming of your phone draws your attention. Your heart speeds up with hope, eyes momentarily flicking towards the clock on your office wall. Is it Namjoon? Perhaps he was running late but is bringing the boys after all. Quickly, you grab your phone, swiftly unlocking it.

Your shoulders slump. It's not Namjoon. Disappointment sinks into your stomach, and you lean back in your seat once again.

Now, your mind wanders to the man who had been occupying your heart and mind lately. His words from your date echo in your mind. You wanted to be with Namjoon, your heart practically yearns for him, and you miss not only him, but the boys too - for every day this past week and a half that you hadn't seen them. Recently, they'd been a constant in your life. You want to see them, but you knew you couldn't without making a decision. Are you ready to be a mother? Are you ready to give Namjoon that much commitment? All your worries swirl in your head. There are so many what-ifs. What if the boys don’t want you to be their mother? What if you and Namjoon break up? What if it turns out you’re a terrible parental figure?

The chiming of your phone once again draws your attention. Picking up your phone, you frown slightly when Hoseok's name flashes across the screen. You unlock your phone before opening your texts. The minute your eyes read the message, your heart grips. 'Missing you' is the only thing the text reads, but attached to the message is a picture of Namjoon and the boys cuddled up on the sofa. You swallow thickly, and before you know what you're doing, you're getting up and grabbing your coat. That single message had finally made you come to a decision.

It doesn’t matter that you’re scared. You want to be with them, and that’s all that matters.

Almost two hours later, you find yourself in front of Namjoon’s door. You’ve no idea how long you’ve been standing outside, contemplating whether to knock or not. The burgers and chips you’ve bought as a poor attempt at a peace offering have probably gone cold by now, yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to knock or ring the doorbell. Stepping back, you pace along the length of the porch. Is it alright for you to stop by so suddenly - especially after the way you had practically run out on Namjoon? Perhaps this is a bad idea. Despite your negative thoughts, your feet stay rooted to the ground, staring at the dark wood of Namjoon’s front door.

The image of Namjoon and the boys cuddling flashes through your mind, and before you can stop yourself, your hand reaches out to ring the doorbell. Thunderously, your heart palpitates in your chest, and your palms turn sweaty. Pulling your lip between your teeth, you chew on the flesh, almost breaking the skin. Time moves excruciatingly slowly, the moments drawn out as you await someone to answer the door. After what feels like an eternity, Namjoon’s face appears on the intercom.

“Oh,” Namjoon says, sucking in a sharp breath when he spots you on the other side of the camera. You shuffle from one foot to the other, looking at him sheepishly.

“Can-” you start, your voice already shaky. Your fist clenches, nails digging painfully into your palm as you steel your nerves. “Can I come in?” you manage to choke out.

“I- Let me come to you,” Namjoon says, and then you hear the click of the intercom as it turns black. You can’t help the way your heart plummets it your chest, though you know it’s completely deserving for Namjoon to be sceptical. Moments later, the front door opens, and you shuffle back. Namjoon is dressed casually in loose shorts and a sleeveless top, his arms on display. Arms you long to be nestled in. Swallowing thickly, you fight to focus on your thoughts, knowing you’d have to explain yourself.

“What are you doing here?” Namjoon asks, looking at you warily. There’s a small inkling of hope in his eyes, however, it’s drowned out by the hesitation in them.

“I- I missed you,” you breathe out. Your voice is barely above a whisper and so full of emotion that it automatically has your heart gripping. Namjoon’ eyes soften slightly, and he lets out a small sigh.

“I- we missed you too, but we’re gonna need more than that,” Namjoon says, correcting his words to include his sons. Hastily, you blink, trying to suppress the tears welling up in your eyes.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I was just running scared because I hadn’t really thought about being a mother to the boys and what it meant to really be with you. Then you said all those things, and I just- it was too much for me. I got out of a really, really bad relationship a year and a half ago, and I didn’t expect to meet someone else. I didn’t expect to meet you, and I certainly didn’t expect to fall for you, and it just… it terrified me. I didn’t know what to do, so I ran, but then this week… I missed you and the boys so much and-” you’re rambling at this point, words just tumbling out of your mouth, and you hope to whatever god is out there that they make sense. You take in a deep, shuddering breath as you attempt to calm your nerves, “what I’m trying to say is, I want to try. I want to be with you, and I want to be a mother to the boys,” you finish, looking at him earnestly.

“I-” Namjoon begins, unsure of what to say. There’s so much he wants. He wants to tell you it’s okay and he understands. He wants to pull you in his arms and kiss you senseless. He wants to tell you he may, quite possibly, be in love with you. Despite all his wants, however, he needs to make sure this is what you really want. “I want to try too, but… but I can’t just let someone into my life who’s not going to stay. I can’t let someone in and have the boys fall in love with them just for them to leave us. I want to be with you too, but I need commitment. I need security,” Namjoon breathes out. He needs you to be sure.

“I know. I want to be the one to give you that,” you reply without hesitation. Namjoon’s eyes widen slightly. Abruptly, his eyes search yours, looking for any, any shred of apprehension. He finds none. You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life.

Unable to resist, Namjoon steps forward. Instantly, his hands cup your cheeks, and then he’s pulling you into him. The minute his lips caress yours, your hand lets go of the carrier bag containing the food, and it drops with a thud, undoubtedly messing up the burgers, but you don’t care. Instead, your hands thread through the hair at the nape of his neck, drawing him closer to you. You step closer, your chests touching as you sink into the feeling of your kiss.

Time seems to gradually slow down until it comes to a halt and the world slowly fades away. The taste of Namjoon’s lips slowly drives you wild, his tongue licking the seam of your mouth. With a gasp, your mouth slowly falls open, allowing his tongue to poke through into your warm cavern. His grip on your cheeks is strong, fingers splaying into your hair as his tongue languidly moves against yours. Tongues dance sensually, almost erotically, and you find yourself moaning into his mouth. When Namjoon pulls your bottom lip between his plump, albeit slightly chapped, lips you gasp, your toes curling.

You’re completely wired, almost overwhelmed with all the sensations. His tongue is sweet against yours, and you can taste his strawberry chapstick on your lips while his breath fans across your face. You feel his fingers thread into your hair, pulling you closer until his lips practically crush into yours, mouths moving in tandem. It almost feels as if he’s trying to meld you together, wanting to feel you as close as is physically possible without you coalescing into one being.

Deliberately, you ignore that gradual ache that builds deep within your chest, your lungs practically crying for oxygen. You want to feel him more, taste him more, hear more of the little moans and breathless sighs that leave his lips and circulate the air. You have no idea how long you’re both locked in your embrace, refusing to pull away from the other. Eventually, however, the ache ignites so viciously that you both pull away, gasping.

His breath is hot and heavy against your chin as he pants. You’re no better, chest heaving as you try to appease the burn. Namjoon, recovering faster, presses his lips to your swollen ones once again, desperately wanting to taste you. You moan against his lips.

This time, your kiss isn’t as mellow but is, instead, needier. His tongue practically ravishes yours, lashing in your mouth with expert strokes. The way he leaves you senseless is completely unfair, and you chalk it down to his rapper status. Namjoon’s tongue is practically a weapon, expertly curling and twisting in your mouth in intricate moves. So intricate, in fact, that you wonder if it had a mind of its own. Is it even humanly possible for a tongue to be that agile?

Short moments later, you’re once again breaking the kiss. Your lungs still hadn’t recovered from your previous kiss, and once again, he leaves you completely breathless. Namjoon allows you to recover, thumb rubbing at your cheek as he brushes his nose against yours. You mewl under his actions, eyes slowly fluttering open. You don’t even remember exactly when they had shut. His visage is the first thing that greets your eyes, his onyx irises swimming with emotion.

“Gods, I missed you,” Namjoon breathes out, his lips skimming yours once again.

“I’m here now,” you murmur, relishing in the scent of burnt amber and sweet vanilla that lingers around him.

“Namjoonie is everything okay?” Hoseok’s voice breaks out. The result is jarring, and you’re immediately broken out of the bubble you and Namjoon had found yourselves in. You blink owlishly before turning to look at the newcomer. Hoseok looks between you two, his face passive but his eyes questioning. Namjoon doesn’t pull away; his eyes remain glued to you while his thumb moves to caress your lip.

“Everything is perfect,” Namjoon replies, and you smile tenderly at him, kissing the pad of his thumb.

“As happy as I am for the two of you, this is kind of getting gross,” Hoseok says, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Namjoon lets out an exasperated sigh while he rolls his eyes.

“Shut up Hobi,” you mutter, poking your tongue out at him.

“Well, now that you’ve got this all under control. The boys are demanding you watch a movie during dinner, but I’m exhausted so I’m gonna head off. Be safe kids,” Hoseok chuckles with a teasing wink. You watch as Hoseok waves goodbye before he’s walking off towards his car.

“I love him, but he can be really annoying,” you scowl, muttering under your breath. Namjoon’s lips curl upwards lopsidedly, the dimples in his cheeks indenting. Your heart leaps into your throat at the sight of his smile. Out of everything you had missed the past week and a half; his smile was probably the thing you missed the most. Once again, he pulls your face closer to him before his lips caress your forehead.

“Come on, let’s go in. The boys really missed you today. They wanted me to take them to the aquarium, but… I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to come...” Namjoon trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. Your chest contracts, heart dropping before you reach up, leaning your palms on his chest, and kiss the corner of his lush lips.

“I wanted you to come - but it’s okay,” you say. Namjoon grabs your hands on his chest and brushes his lips across the knuckles. He watches as you bend down to grab the food bag before he drags you inside. You follow his broad figure, allowing him to lead you towards the living room. The minute you step into the living room, the boys’ heads snap towards you. Jungkook’s eyes light up. Immediately, he climbs off the couch and runs towards you, his little feet carrying him as quick as they can. Jimin and Taehyung follow his lead, not too far behind.

“Noona!” Jungkook cries, throwing himself into your legs.

“Gukkie! Hi baby, did you miss noona?” you ask. You peel Jungkook from your legs before crouching down to his level. Jungkook nods enthusiastically, the little pouch in his cheek puffing out.

“Me too! Me too! I missed noona too!” Taehyung says, small fists tightening into your trousers. Jimin doesn’t say anything, instead, just holding tightly onto the material by your elbow. Reflexively, your heart lurches in your chest. How were you going to walk out on them just a short while back? You had almost made the worst decision of your life by running scared. Drawing in a deep breath, you tenderly pet Jungkook’s head before smiling at the twins.

“I missed you boys too,” you reply, pulling them in for a hug. Here and now, with them in your arms, you know that this is the best decision you have ever made. Namjoon smiles softly at the scene. He grabs the plastic bag of food and rummages through it before looking at you curiously.

“Hamburgers?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know what to pick up, but I know they’re Taehyung’s favourite,” you reply as you stand up. Taehyung’s eyes twinkle with joy before he’s running towards his father.

“Hamburgers! Daddy, hamburgers!” Taehyung joyfully yells, jumping up and down. Namjoon tuts and pulls the bag higher out of Taehyung’s reach.

“Calm down tiger. Boys, stay with noona, and pick a film, I’ll grab plates and cups,” Namjoon says. Immediately, Jungkook grabs your hand, dragging you towards the shelf filled with DVDs while he runs his mouth.

“OH!” Jungkook gasps before he’s standing on his tiptoes, fingertips stretching for a DVD. Aiding him, you pull it out and hand the case towards coconut haired boy.

“Let’s watch Toy Stoyee!” Jungkook cheers, holding up the DVD case triumphantly.

“No! I wanna watch Mulan!” Taehyung says, eyebrows knitting together.

“No! Buzz!” Jungkook replies, his features scrunched into a scowl. Jimin stands beside you, watching as Jungkook and Taehyung begin their little back and forth of ‘Toy Story’ and ‘Mulan’. You have no idea what to do, should you say something? Did you have a right to intervene? You’re shocked, however, when in a fit of rage, Jungkook throws the DVD case down, pushing Taehyung.

“Toy Stoyee!” Jungkook yells as Taehyung tumbles to the ground. Instinctively, you dive forward and catch Taehyung before he can fall. Taehyung’s bottom lip quivers before he’s spinning in your arms and crying into your stomach.

“Jungkook! That’s not nice, you don’t push,” you chastise, gently hushing Taehyung as his tears soak through your shirt. Jungkook’s flinches, having never been yelled at by you, eyes tearing up at the way you comfort Taehyung.

“Taehyungie, it’s okay. He didn’t mean it,” you coo, gently petting Taehyung’s hair.

“Noona I’m soyee,” Jungkook whimpers. Eyes softening, you gesture him over. Without a second thought, Jungkook rushes towards you, clinging to your thigh as he cries into your hip. Jimin turns away from you as you continue comforting both the crying boys and walks towards the shelf, looking over at it with curious eyes.

“There, there. It’s okay,” you murmur, softly patting both their backs until they calm down. Once the crying stifles to little sniffles, you pull them both away from you.

“Better?” you ask, both of them nodding. “Good, now Kookie, I want you to apologise to Taehyungie. It’s not nice to push,” you say firmly, giving him a pointed look. Jungkook pouts, his tongue poking into his cheek before he murmurs his apology while staring at his feet.

“It’s okay Gukkie,” Taehyung says, wiping away his tears before sending a large, toothy boxed smiled towards his younger brother. Jungkook nods, holding tightly onto your hand as he buries his face into your thigh.

“What do you wanna watch noona?” Jimin asks, and you find your face crumpling at how adorably thoughtful Jimin was.

“I don’t mind. Since Kookie and Tae can’t choose a film, why don’t you choose?” you suggest with a soft smile. Jimin cocks his head before nodding and turning back to the shelf stocked with DVDs. Suddenly, his eyes light up and he pulls a case off the shelf.

“Nemo! Let’s watch Nemo! Daddy likes Nemo! Do you like Nemo, noona?” Jimin asks, his little legs carrying him over towards you. He stops just in front of you, holding up the DVD while he smiles brightly. The way his cheeks bunch up into his eyes, his lids turning into half-moons has your heart clenching from how absolutely adorable he is.

“Okay, I’ve got everything here. It took a while to reheat ever- is everything alright?” Namjoon asks in alarm as his eyes sweep over Taehyung’s puffy eyes and Jungkook clinging onto you desperately.

“Everything is fine, Tae and Kook just got into a little argument,” you reply with a reassuring smile. Namjoon lets out an exasperated sigh before nodding.

“Alright, as long as it’s all under control. Have you picked a film?” Namjoon asks, placing down the tray of burgers, fries, and drinks.

“Mhm. We’ve settled on Finding Nemo, haven’t we puppy?” you ask, turning to Jimin. The boy in question nods enthusiastically, running towards his father and handing him the DVD.

The five of you settle on the sofa as the first scene begins to play. Taehyung happily sits between you and Namjoon, munching on his hamburger, eyes barely focused on the film. Jungkook clings to you, scarfing down his burger so quickly you were worried he’d get the hiccups or worse, a stomach ache, but he soldiers on, completely unbothered. Jimin practically lies on Namjoon’s lap, picking at his fries every now and then, completely engrossed in the film.

For the most of it, it’s pretty quiet, and halfway through the film - when everyone has long since finished their dinner - the boys slowly start drifting off to sleep. You briefly glance at the watch strapped to your wrist, realising it was well past their bedtime. Jungkook’s head falls onto your stomach, Taehyung’s legs in your lap as his head rests against Namjoon’s side, hair flopping in front of his eyes. Jimin has completely crawled into Namjoon’s lap, small arms thrown over his father’s stomach as small snores escape his plump lips.

“Do you think we should-” you begin, wondering whether you should move the boys to their rooms. Namjoon, however, is completely engrossed in the film, eyes sparkling at the characters. When you speak, he turns towards you, cutting you off.

“Do I think we should get a fish tank? Yes,” Namjoon says. The first thing that strikes you is that he’s so engrossed in the film that he hasn’t even realised his sons have fallen into a deep sleep. The second thing that strikes you is his use of ‘we’ as if you had any say in what he did in his own home. It makes it seem as if you’re a permanent part of his life -as if he considered you part of his family. The word causes your heart to soar. You’ve never loved the word ‘we’ so much.

“No, that’s not what I was going to say, but if you really want one I don’t see why we can’t get one. Anyway, what I was going to say was, do you think we should take the boys to bed?” you ask, finishing off your previous sentence. Namjoon blinks, expression blank, and then he turns to his sons, eyes expanding as if he’d only just realises his sons were next to him. Immediately, his cheeks heat.

“Oh, yeah. We probably should,” Namjoon says, but you don’t miss the way his eyes momentarily flick toward the TV, almost glimpsing longingly at the film. You roll your eyes in exasperation.

“Come on you big baby, we can finish the film later,” you reply already picking up Jungkook. Namjoon lets out a small sigh before turning off the TV.

“No, it’s fine. I’m kinda tired now anyway,” Namjoon yawns before he picks up both Jimin and Taehyung, one in each arm. You gulp when you notice the way his muscles ripple, corded flesh flexing under his tan skin. Has he always been that muscular? Surely not.

Namjoon leads the way upstairs, and carefully you follow, trying your hardest not to wake up the sleeping boy in your arm. Soon, however, you realise another problem - mainly, that Namjoon was slightly ahead of you. Climbing up the stairs, he gives you a perfect view of his ass in his loose shorts. The material billows around him with each step, only accentuating the shape of his taut cheeks. You swallow thickly as you attempt to fight off your traitorous thoughts.

Luckily for you, the flight of stairs is relatively short. The sigh of relief that escapes your lips when the torture ends is almost inaudible. Almost. Namjoon quirks an eyebrow at you curiously, and your cheeks flush in embarrassment before you shake your head. Namjoon’s face contorts as he looks at you strangely. Pointedly, you ignore him, walking into Jungkook’s room instead. Namjoon stares at your back in confusion before he shrugs it off and enters the twins’ bedroom.

As gently as you can, you place Jungkook in his little race car bed before tucking him under the covers. Instead of immediately leaving, however, you pause and perch on the side of the bed. Your eyes wander over his figure, his little cheek swelling onto his pillow as thin lips pull into a pout. Unhesitantly, you find yourself reaching out and brushing the wisps of his hair out of his forehead, admiring how soft his locks are.

That’s how Namjoon finds you. When you don’t emerge out of the bedroom, he gets slightly worried and follows you into Jungkook’s room. He stops short, however, when he notices the way you tenderly stroke Jungkook’s hair. Leaning against the doorway, Namjoon can’t help the way his heart soars at how attentive you were being. Initially, when you’d appeared at his doorstep, he’d been worried that somehow, sometime, you’d start running scared. However, seeing the way you oh so gently, incredibly tenderly, caress Jungkook’s cheek, he knows you won’t be running scared any longer.

He almost hates himself when he lets out a quiet cough, breaking up the affectionate scene. You still, head snapping to face him. Instantly, you know you’ve been caught red-handed. You smile sheepishly at him, Namjoon returning his own soft smile before reaching out his hand towards you. Tenderly, you grab his hand, marvelling at his large palm in yours. It practically dwarfs your own hand. Namjoon leads you out of the rooms, but, before he can lead you back downstairs, you halt and tug his hand. Namjoon stops and turns to you, looking at you questioningly.

“I don’t have work tomorrow, I took the day off,” you nervously reply, your hand almost imperceptibly trembling in his - out of anticipation or anxiousness, you have no idea. Namjoon blinks at you dumbly.

“With the amount of days you’re taking off they’re going to fire you,” Namjoon points out. He clearly did not get the hidden meaning behind your words. You find yourself unable to prevent your eyes from rolling. Honestly, how was he so clever and yet so oblivious at the same time? Though, you muse, it only added to his charm.

“Yes, well, it’s a good thing I have a rich boyfriend then,” you joke. Your mouth moves before you can even ponder the words as they spill from your mouth. Then, you both freeze. Your words are heavy and linger in the air. Namjoon looks at you, eyes wide and irises slightly blown out.

“I- sorry, is that okay? I don’t want to assume,” you quickly blurt out. Namjoon, however, is immediately pulling your hand and you stumble into him. As a way to brace yourself, your hands find themselves on his chest, feeling the defined pecs. Namjoon doesn’t waste a single second. Instantaneously, he lowers his head, and before long, his luscious lips find themselves on yours. The kiss is brief, Namjoon’s hand moving to cup your chin, thumb caressing your cheek. When he pulls away, you let out a little sigh, your lips chasing his.

“You’re not assuming. It’s… perfect,” Namjoon answers. His gaze upon you is dark and intense, eyes swimming with so much emotion that it almost leaves you breathless. You pull your lip between your teeth, chewing on it nervously. Then, you take in a breath and gather the courage to utter your next words.

“You know… if I’m not working… it means I have nowhere to be tomorrow,” you breathe out as your eyes purposely flick to his bedroom. Namjoon sucks in sharp breath, almost hitching. His eyes darken slightly as he finally catches onto the meaning of your words. You watch the way his pupils dilate, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. When he finds none, he lowers his head once again, pressing his lips against yours briefly.

Then, he takes you by the hand and leads you to his room.

A/N: My god fiNALLY! I can’t believe it took me this long to get them to bone. That being said, the next chapter will most likely be smut :))

▷ Masterlist | Chapter 9

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"Texas Hold Em'"

(PART TWO of the "Unconditional Love" fic. In this AU, the boys are all alive, modern setting and not cannibals. Just a bunch of eccentric boys with secrets. Hope you enjoy!)

Early morning, a tinge of blue coats the walls like thick paint. You forgot to close the curtains, but this isn't your house, so how would you remember so easily? You wonder if your dog is having a good time lazying up the house with your friend who came to pupsit. But you have other things to worry about, she's in good hands.

The guest room at the boys farm was empty other than an uncomfortable old futon, some strange bone art (as you know, Nubbins and Bubba are quite the taxidermy artists) and the subtle smell of a "cinnamon clove" candle on the dresser that really ties it all together.

The sound of a rooster crowing next to the window reminds you..

"The boys are up already. Today I finally get to meet the notorious 'Chop Top'" you thought to yourself, struggling to get the heavy flannel sheets off so you can get dressed. "first day as a farmhand, that's a step up from gas station attendant."

When Drayton saw how easily you got along with the boys, he realized that you could be a good addition to the farm. Obviously you wouldn't live there full time. You've got your own home and your own life seperate from them, but something draws you there when you have free time. Actually, someone.

Stomping down the hall, you hear boots already mud clodden. Speak of the devil, he knocks at the door frame with a gentle thud. He groans in a way that almost sounds like "are you up?" You see his eye barely peak through the gap in the door.

"I'm getting dressed, Bubba!" You shout, grasping at the sheets to cover yourself. You hear the sound of his heels turning and a slight jog that turns into some thudding and stomping again. He must have been embarrassed because he turned heel, ran, stumbled and hit the lamp in the hall on his way out.

"BUBBA YOU FOOL, YOU DAMNED NEAR BROKE GRANDMA'S GOOD LAMP!"

Drayton's up.

"GODDAMNIT BOY, GO ON OUT AND GET THE TRACTOR STARTED!"

You hope to yourself he isn't like that with you. Poor Bubba.

"You about ready in there Y/N? We've got to get some work done and then we'll get breakfast made." He took a totally different tone with you. It's almost sickening that he can be so nice to you and so mean to his brothers, but you can't complain because he'll do his best to hold his tongue with you around.

"I'll be out in just a few, Drayton! I'm putting my boots on now!"

He chuckled on his way down the hall.

"Chop Top's back from the VA Hospital, so be prepared. He's crazier than any of us." You can't tell if he's joking or dead serious.

You meet Nubbins at the door.

"Hey! Hey Y/N! Bubba wants you to meet the animals and his favorite are the birds! They're so nice, really good tempered! The ducks are his favorite but I think the chickens are mine!"

"Alright! We'll go check them out together, they have to be fed anyways right?"

"Oh yeah! And they eat real good too! Hungry little things!"

He prances down the lane towards a little crooked shack, Bubba's standing outside the door putting buckets of water and feed out for the birds. He just can't stop wearing that pretty mask and suit. He knows how much you like it and you haven't seen the other mask since the day you met. He's dressed to impress and he's going to get his dress boots dirty, you just KNOW it.

The sun's come up as you were coming down the lane and Nubbins, running in his standard silly formation, makes it to the door and slams it open, letting out all the chickens to Bubba's dismay. He hadn't finished putting everything down and now he has to get his shoes muddy to get back to the other side.

He looks to Nubbins and groans loudly, putting his hand up to his masked face. Shaking his head, he walks around the muddy nasty pen and finishes his job. As soon as he sees you he perks up, running out the pen and nearly ripping his good coat on the wire fence.

"Good morning big guy! Thanks for the privacy this morning!" You laugh as you watch his cheeks redden from under the mask. "It's alright you didn't know I was changing. Anything exciting planned for this afternoon?"

He points toward the gate at the end of the midpoint in the driveway, a truck is making it's way out toward the road and you see Drayton, his mouth running like he's cursing his whole way out. His window is closed but you feel for the poor soul on the other end of the phone.

Nubbins runs up and grabs you by the shoulder. "He's going to get Chop Top from the bus station in town! They finally got him out, he's going to get him and we'll have a great time, a hell of a time!"

You've heard wild stories about this guy, and you weren't sure how to feel about him but certainly he would come to be as close to you as the other boys.

Bubba and Nubbins finish doing their jobs while you get some Alfalfa treats for the cattle out back. Who knew these hefty old things were like big dogs themselves? The one with the biggest horns you knew to be "Dolly" the longhorn named by Drayton and his favorite. You give her a couple extra treats for good measure.

It's only been about fifteen minutes since Drayton left, and based on Nubbins' watch, he wouldn't be back for another 45. Now's your chance to get even closer to Bubba. He doesn't talk much but there's a spark and he for sure likes you.

More of an action than words guy, that boy.

"Hubba Bubba, look at you all fancy!" You smile at him, he's got his sleeves rolled up to the elbow, his pant legs rolled to the knee and he's slinging a 50 lb bag of cracked corn into the feeder. He looks down at you, giving you a once over before wiping corn dust off of his tie and jacket. "I'm done with my jobs if you want to go on a walk!"

Bubba giggles to himself before putting the burlap sack on the pile and walking up to you, excited to spend time with you, knowing soon you two can have a snack at the barn.

"So, do you like living on the farm?"

He nods, he loves it here with all the animals, you can tell. He scratches his chin under the mask. He must get hot wearing those all the time and shaves quite often so it must get itchy.

Walking down a hill toward the barn you pass a beaten up old shed. Getting too close to the door he grabs your hand and snags you in close to him. He's shaking his head no.

"What's wrong with the shed, Bub?"

He looks uncomfortable and points to the barn.

"Okay okay, we'll keep moving." You give him a pat on the lower back and keep walking before giving one hesitant glance back at the shed. What's in there and why is he not letting you in? Weird.

Halfway to the barn you realize you're still holding Bubba's hand. He's tangled his fingers up in yours and you feel him gently trailing his thumb around on your hand. He looks down at you every once in a while just to be sure you're comfortable. He's nervous and it's easy to tell.

You try your best to reassure him by doing the same and smiling back each time. He lets out a relieved sigh as you make it to the barn. A decrepit old metal barn from the 50s filled to the top on one side with square bales of hay and the other side a little table with five chairs and a couple of empty stalls sit. The barn is open on both sides other than the back, a torn up old screen sways back and forth in the wind, like a piece of paper held on with tape. Bubba retracts from your hand to pull down some bales with ease, stacking them into something roughly resembling a couch.

He flops down on them with only a slight rustle of the hay, obviously more comfortable than the little rusty metal ones at the table. He sits up and pats the bale beside him. You walk over and flop next to him, looking around to see that Nubbins is nowhere close by, you wrap your hand around his and lean into him. Between the heavy overalls you have on guarding you from the itchy hay and this space heater of a man, you're warm and comfy. Bubba gazes down at you and envelops you in his arms. He too is very comfortable.

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"I think they're in the house, I couldn't really tell you!"

You hear Nubbins in the distance, it sounds like he's yelling to Drayton and Chop Top but you can't be sure.

They can't possibly be back yet unless...

Bubba's asleep. You were asleep. How long have you been out? How long have they been home? Is Nubbins covering for you?

"Well tell them if you see them before us that Chop Top and I are making lunch and they'll be too late if they don't get themselves up here!" Drayton sounded like he was content for the moment but if you didn't get to the house soon you'd be in big trouble. Footsteps trail around the back of the barn, Nubbins peaks in and whispers loudly to the both of you.

"Get yourselves together love birds! Drayton's gonna whoop my ass if you two don't get in this house soon. It'll be real bad! So hurry on up!" He blows a raspberry at the now awake Bubba who groans at the thought. You look up to see the bottom of his mask has rolled up to reveal a normal looking chin and mouth, a freshly shaven face is hidden by the mask every day and you don't get to see it so this is a glance you didn't expect. As he starts to roll down his mask, you grab his hand. He looks at you scared and worried.

"I'm not going to take it off" you smile at him and he calms, holding onto your hands. "I just want to try something and you have to tell me if you're uncomfortable okay? I won't ever try to make you uncomfortable."

Bubba nods at you, his left hand trailing up your arm, resting on the nape of your neck where he can run his fingers along your hairline. As you lean in for a kiss, he closes the gap. Your lips touch and he pulls you in closer, holding you in his arms.

Bliss. You may have been kissed before, but he was a whole other ballgame. He had never kissed before and there was a level of touch starvation that he was trying to cope with upon this embrace. He was holding you and being held by you at the same time and he was beyond happiness.

Bubba's depraved lips were soft as silk and cherry flavored as they grazed over yours, his cologne thick but not overpowering smelt of burning oak wood in a crackling fireplace. The only fire here is one of desire and soon you would both be burning. His hands crept up and down your back and hips, trailing over your hands and back to your hair. Soon enough you felt smooth shaven skin and soft pillowy lips crawling down your chin and neck, circling your shoulder. You were completely and utterly surrendered and victim to his tender embrace.

*horribly obnoxious phone ringing*

Bubba breathed hard letting you go, a sigh escaping his lips as he pulled his mask down again. You reach into your pocket and pick up the phone. Of course, Drayton was getting finicky.

"Where are you kids? Your jobs couldn't have taken that long!"

"Sorry Drayton we'll be right there!" He hung up and you could see the dissapointment in Bubba's eyes. You were dissapointed too but relieved because you weren't sure how far that could have gone. "Sorry Bubba, Drayton wants us at the house."

He grunted as he stood up, helping you up after him. He held your hand as you walked back to the house. You didn't get a snack, instead you got a whole lot of a hot take.

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The birds squawked and cooed softly as you passed by, echoing the same calmness that filled the breeze. In that breeze came the smell of lunch: a mixture of fried eggs, bacon, fried apples, little crunchy potatoes and fresh squeezed orange juice. The taste of cherry carmex chap stick still lay thick on your lips as Bubba walked beside you.

It was going to be the best job you could ever have dreamed of.

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