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leaves-and-inks · 1 year

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BLOOMED DECAY #2

This is the counterpart to my wolf skull! Don’t worry, the deer in the last post is not related to this one, despite the similar mushrooms haha. Nature claims more bone on a different, opposite yet alike skull. This one was as much of a blast as the other one, though I will admit that matching some colors to the other one was a little tricky haha. The question is, was this skull close to the wolf skull? Or is this phenomenon happening across great distances of land? Maybe we’ll have to wait and see…

If you don’t know what I mean by the previous wolf skull, feel free to check out the companion piece linked below!! I hope y’all have a great day/night!! ^^

Bloomed Decay #1

[ID: Digital Illustration of a floating jawless deer skull with short horns, covered in various plants and fungi. It faces 3/4 right, and has cool shadows in the crevices of the skull and against the light source. Moss with blooms grows over the brow, hanging off the right eye socket, along with covering the end of the nose, the connecting bone for the jaw, and hanging on the ends of either horn, the closest horn showing the rooted dirt on the opposite side of the moss. Ferns sit in front of and behind the nose, and two, red dandelion-like flowers grow behind the skull. It is unseen, but it is through the left eye socket. Ivy vines crawl out from the right eye, part of the forward nasal cavity, and around both antlers. Disc-like fungi cling to the brain case of the skull, and smaller mushrooms with long stems grow in clumps on the top of the cranium, and on either horn. A drop shadow sits below the floating skull, and soft, glowing light orbs float around it. The deer skull sits on a textured blue background with a white halo sitting behind it.

Image 2: Crop of the deer skull that focuses on the antlers and the plants and fungi. The crop ends at the base of the antlers, cutting off the connection point to the skull. The left quarter of the halo can be seen, along with some of the floating lights.

Image 3: Crop of the skull showcasing the eye socket and the front of the nasal cavity. It’s cropped at the base of the horns, the further one being slightly more visible, at the beginning of the end of the nose, at the top of the red dandelions, and above the molars, which aren’t visible here. The right Half of the halo is seen, cropped slightly at the far end, and no floating lights are visible.

Image 4: Crop showcasing the end of the nose and molars on the skull. It’s cropped before the right eye socket, and halfway up the ferns on the far side. The bottom right half of the halo is visible, and one floating light is seen above the nose. /end ID]

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star-seeking-stray · 1 month

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Lyra & Antares

I posted sketches of Meredith and Henry before, and now that these two Startouch had two chapters dedicated to them, I think it's time to finally show what I (roughly) have in mind for them!

Ironically, while I'm posting these after Merry & Henry, I did draw these sketches first-

Lyra was actually the first sketch I made for both a full-body design as well as generally the first character of Wayward who I drew at all. I don't know if I'll ever find her first sketch, but if I do, I'll post that one too- although design wise, nothing much changed.

You can't see it on the picture, but she actually has a whip!

This is Antares, who is, fittingly enough with him being Lyra's boyfriend, the second character I drew both in full-body and generally. Once again, if I find the original drawing I'll post it alongside Lyra's. Once again, it's mostly the same design as he has now.

Yes, his staff is made to look like a bird. I didn't originally plan on it looking like that- but ended up keeping the sketch like that because... well, it sort of fit with my other notes on him.

Lyra and Antares are, in fact, a couple. While they aren't married, they do have matching horn-rings on opposite sides of their horns.

Whereas Lyra's star-mark actually is star-shaped (but hidden by her clothes), Antares' looks like a simple rhombus. While Lyra has silver skin and blue stars, Antares has onyx skin and red-orange stars. Lyra's hair fades from a dark midnight blue to white, while Antares has rust-red colored hair that fades to a sort of glowing orange.

#tdp #the dragon prince #wayward-star #startouch elves #fanfic #ao3 #not an artist #original character

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puppyluver256 · 11 months

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[Image Description: Wally from Pokemon Ruby, Sapphire, and Emerald, with his Ralts. Wally is depicted in his appearance from Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire. He has one hand nervously clutching the opposite forearm, that arm's hand hanging somewhat loosely by his side while holding a red and white Pokeball. His Ralts, a small white child-like Pokemon with green bowl-cut hair, two red horns, and matching red eyes partially hidden under his hair, is standing by Wally's leg and grabbing onto his pants. The background is the main square of Mauville City. End ID.]

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“Ralts and I have gotten a lot stronger since we first met. Growing together! I want to prove that to you and my uncle both. Please...help me once more... And have a battle with me!”

More Hoenn arts with Wally! Wally has probably the best single-game arc of any of the rivals I've covered so far in this series, of course being that he's only the fourth one that may not be saying much but I'm still proud of his growth over the course of the story. Also you can't go wrong with a member of the Ralts family on hand, hehe :3

(also the fact that we get Wally and Wallace in the same game makes me feel better about forgetting a certain Sinnoh character existed before naming my feminine Cantessy protag the exact same name XD )

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Wally, Ralts, and other Pokemon concepts © Nintendo/GameFreak Artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

#pokemon #pokemon omega ruby #pokemon alpha sapphire #rival wally #ralts #jess drew the thing #sfw #image description

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libramonthlyhoroscope1 · 1 year

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Scorpio woman with aries man

Aries Man And Scorpio Woman: Nature Of Bonding

The warmth of the fire is to be felt and not touched. A bull has strong horns to push away things that either appear red or they do not like. An Aries man is poised and collected being who loves to do things his own way. He has an enthusiastic and fierce side and as Aries is the first sign of the zodiac, he is a born leader who achieves anything he wants. He is passionate and vigorous and goes after whatever he desires.

Scorpio woman with aries man

A Scorpio woman is a ferocious, passionate & intense being. As her zodiac sign depicts water, she is a strong harsh wave who is calm and hot-headed at the same time. Mars is the ruling planet for this zodiac sign and she can be a fierce wave crashing down on those around her, rather than a babbling brook. She is smart to take the right decisions and is ruled by her desires.

Aries Man and Scorpio Woman: The Love Affair

A Scorpio woman is an intense lover who is strong both psychologically and physically. An Aries man, on the other hand, is a calm and composed being who likes to strike a balance between him and his partner. This balance is for the times spent apart or sensually together with his partner. With both of these signs coming together as lovers, they would be sensuous and hot as per Aries man and Scorpio woman love compatibility. While being each other’s mates they might not be the typical holding hands or going to the beach kind. If the woman gets clingy, she is likely to lose her heart to him and if he is looking for someone to stick around and align with his aspirations, he is likely to find himself lonely.

But we all have heard about the phrase, “Opposites attract”! This phrase holds true for an Aries man and Scorpio woman. A Scorpio woman is someone who needs space to achieve her goals. She can be a rising star or a CEO of a corporate or a stand-up comedian. She would love to come home after a long tiring day to a simpler life which an Aries man can give. Similarly, an Aries man with a successful stature or a struggling career would love to come home to such an intense, passionate and understanding woman as a Scorpio one.

Aries Man and Scorpio Woman: Level Of Understanding

A perfect balance between fire and ice can be challenging. The compatibility between Aries man and Scorpio woman are just as difficult as it can get as their signs depict fire and ice respectively. Intensity, passion, and drive are synonymous of Aries and Scorpio.

However, both the signs and their energies work differently. Keeping a different point of view for different situations and understanding the role of the universe into shaping personalities can help both overcome their difference and bring out the good in each other.

Aries Man and Scorpio Woman: Benefits And Challenges

Aries men and Scorpio women are easily attracted to one another. The magnetic charm, charisma and masculine energy of the Aries man is what draws the Scorpio woman to him.

They are passionate and might share similar energies and emotions but in a manner that is sensitive for the Aries man and mellow for the Scorpio woman. It is like they could write beautiful songs or sonnets for their feelings and because Scorpio personality and Aries personality are alike, they shall experience their passion vividly.

Aries man and Scorpio woman have enigmatic and palpable chemistry and seem to be a perfect match for each other. A Scorpio woman never comes in the way of his work and always starts afresh.

She might make him more organized for she brings in gravity and dedication with her which make him fall in love with her all over again. She shall be an independent identity and will rule the heart of her family and home.

Both; an Aries man and Scorpio woman are in for the time of their lives by being together as their relationship is bound to prosper. All that they plan together will see the fate of success.

A Scorpio zodiac woman just like any other woman loves gifts and affection. She shall have a generous amount of happiness as she is bound to receive the same from her Aries zodiac man.

The man, on the other hand, is going to count his blessings for he is eternally grateful for his partner. She is his dream come true and he will fall in love with her every day for she is adventurous; just as he would prefer.

They would make love passionately as a Scorpio is known for being a well-versed lover in the astrology zodiac signs and an Aries is known for its hot blood. The Aries man will be awed by her grace and charm for she is truly what he desires.

They would make a perfect, spectacular and suave pair. They wouldn’t mind being affectionate publically and one could easily see the spilling fondness for each other in their eyes. Though an Aries is hot-headed, very few know that this is because of the pain he feels at a particular time.

On the other hand, a Scorpio woman is known to camouflage herself with modesty and shyness. Her true self is someone who is emotional and vengeful and only an Aries man can see her true self.

An Aries man and Scorpio woman are like time bombs. Both can explode because of their anger. While he might be quick enough and throw a tantrum that very moment, she would keep it to herself only to use it against him later to cause tremendous pain.

Getting along is a challenge and a lot would depend on who dominates while making love. An Aries man would not in seven heavens let anyone play the pied piper and the Scorpio woman though being ambitious herself would wear off her obsession in front of him.

A man with Aries star sign can be really weary for his need to be so dominating can get to a woman with Scorpio star sign. His haughty nature and short-temper can drive a wedge between them for she is passionate herself. He is used to being his own boss and of everything else and wouldn’t let her have thing her way. Eventually, someone has to give in so as to keep the relationship moving and if this doesn’t happen, they might fall out.

Both; the Scorpio woman and Aries man are manipulative beings and want to have it their own way. While he is of a dominant nature and wants to control everything, the Scorpio woman is equally secretive and covetous.

However, well find common ground between each other, there still would exist a point of difference because of their striking personalities that lead to an argument. And things turn messy when none of them are ready to lay down their guns.

Her charismatic and mysterious way will draw her his attention. This will keep the flame sparkling and they would respect and love each other more.

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hangezoeenthusiast · 3 years

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God(hcs)

c!multiple x god!reader

notes: the reader will be the god of death to make it a little bit more spicy :). c!punz’s pronouns are he/they, i’m not sure about the others, but i know theirs. also why does ranboo take away my gender? /j

word count: 1,672

warnings: arson, violence, cursing, yelling, mention of death, voices in technos part, spoilers for wilbur if you haven’t watch tommy’s lore stream, revival for wilbur, making a religion, time travel, egg, prison, stealing, anarchy, playful name calling

Sapnap

so obviously y’all would be a great match :)

you have creative mode, so when sap would ask you to give him a lighter and tnt, you would GLADLY give it

also, can we talk about him being a nether hybrid

fire squared

like fires left and right, hide your mom and your children in your house lol /j

but besides the whole arson thing, you favor him above anyone else on the server

like if he asks for diamond blocks, well here’s a whole inventory of it, also, here’s some ancient debris and some netherite

if someone asked, you would probably grant them with poison and curses, just because you can’t be “unloyal” to snapchat

wouldn’t be lonely anymore

Dreamwastaken

this duo is less chaotic, but chaotic enough where people avoid you

he still asks you for stuff, but most of the time, you don’t give him it because he annoys you too much about giving stuff

“hey y/n/n, can i pretty please get some emerald blocks.”

“nope bitch, get it yourself.”

but sometimes, you grant him some op shit, when it’s your good day

“because i’m being nice, here’s some diamond, now, don’t ask me again you little piss baby.”

“shut your trap y/n.”

“or what homeless teletubby, what are you going to do to a god like me?”

“you hang out with technoblade to much.”

Georgenotfound

maybe the least chaotic duo

you guys keep on relaxing and relaxing until the point where you don’t do anything

he barely asks you for anything, but only when it’s really really important, like a house or build

especially when he was building his little cottagecore house, he needed your godly presence to help

“y/n, what should the roof be made of?”

“i suggest brick, it makes it more aestheticy if that makes any sense.”

also barely any drama or tea with you guys

never arguing and never betraying each other is a must

Tubbo

also another least chaotic duo

literally help him with his bee farm, he will (platonically) love you forever

gotta be close to ranboo, that’s the rule

gives him SO much stuff, he’s a precious boi 🙄

also gotta be close to tommy, but not as much unfortunately

you help him pick out things for builds, like what material clashes with another, etc

“do you think that the wool and the netherite blocks look good together y/n?”

“nah, what i suggest is the wool with the gold, it looks perfect.”

sometiems, gotta put him in check because he gets a little ego built up

you definitely yank his horn a little too hard because of your IMMENSE STRENGTH

“OW, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Y/N.”

“calm down sunny, you were just getting a bit over your head a little.”

Tommyinnit

chaotic duo like sapnap

snaps at anyone who annoys you and vice versa

you give him EVERYTHING, obviously except op and creative

he tries to persuade you to do something, but dreamxd wouldn’t allow it, since he is the main boss

“come on y/n, give me op.”

“no tommy, xd will kick my ass.”

“pweaseee.”

“no.”

you would DEFINITELY help him with the Big Innit Hotel, making the whole layout and color palette.

both of you have an intense hatred for ranboo, since he “stole” tubbo away from tommy

Ranboo

least involved in everything

just stay in the tundra and drink some tea, and you’re good for all of your life

helps him get netherite all the time so your boii can get the good stuff 😬

when he mines to get diamonds, he literally prays to you

“y/n, if you’re listening, please give me a 6 vein, i desperately need it for my collection of diamond blocks.”

and THERE IT IS

more than a 6 vein actually, a 12 vein

guess he needs to pray to you more

daily tea sessions, to talk about the good stuff, and NO, and i repeat NO skipping

threatening to flick water on him check ✅

Wilbur Soot

literally you spoil him

not to be angsty, but when he died and lost his last canon life, you revived him instead of Dream

now he’s practically at your knees

like he’s thinks that he owes you, but actually that’s the opposite

he was revived because you were lonely, and wanted your best friend back :(

prays to you when he goes to bed

“hey y/n, hope you’re having a great day, (platonically) love you.”

“love you too mortal.”

sometimes, to be at the peak of godness, you shower upon wilbur as gold to symbolize blessings, like zeus did before

“omg y/n, what are you doing?”

“i’m trying to bless you, shut up bitch.”

just saying, he would make a religion about you :/

Karl Jacobs

omg don’t get me started on this

first, you wouldn’t codone him going back in time

he would definitely forget your name a lot, so that’s why you hated it

“hey karl, how are you doing?”

“i’m sorry, but do i know you?”

ANGST IS TOO MUCH FOR ME

you were definitely the one to push him towards sapnap and quackity

this is also another spoiled boi

give him the entire world while you’re at it pwease

he wants a few diamonds, nope, give him a chest full of them

Quackity

why are there so much chaotic duos in here?

literally chaos times infinity

energy to the max

literally, did you take an energy drink

grants him every wish he can randomly think off

“can i get a bucket with lava and a fish in it?”

“weird choice, but ok man.”

gotta be close to sap and karl or he isn’t your friend anymore /j

helps with las nevadas a lot, and definitely tries to rig the machines so you get money

“hey big q, i got 10,000 dollars.”

“that’s impossible... y/n, did you cheat?”

“nooo 😊”

help him preen his wings, and he goes “I LOVE YOU, MWAH MWAH.” obviously in his mind 🙄

Awesamdude

definitely helps him maintain the prison

you both love setting up red stone contraptions and pistons and all that giz

“hey sam, do you know where the redstone torches are?”

“yeah, there behind the pistons in the back.”

also you helped build the prison, since he could do that by himself

“are you sure that lava wall will work y/n, your calculations seem inaccurate.”

“i’m sure sam, this will add some more security to this goddamn server.”

nerd squared lol

BadBoyHalo

wouldn’t condone the egg

you warned him multiple times to get away from its grasp, but most of the times he’ll decline

“i won’t y/n, the egg is the future.”

he still, even after all the advancements, even after everything, he tries to ask you to join the eggpire

“come on y/n, you’ll like being with us.”

“i don’t wanna be on a stupid egg side, like let me crack the egg, i wanna eat it and turn it into a omelette.”

he doesn’t like that joke :(

but before he discovered the egg, both of you were joint at the hip

sight seeing was a must

languages being thrown around everywhere, since you were the little language muffin

Punz

steals stuff from everyone

hide your stuff, because the punzo-y/n team is unstoppable

definitely they can be really stubborn and indecisive

like one day, he will be like, “i need gold blocks.” and the next, “nevermind, i need netherite actually.”

like hon, stop switching

also anarchy buddies

burning down forests and buildings are your guys’s specialty

when you give him gold when they doesn’t ask, his heart goes brrr and his brain goes, “pog pog, they’re so cool, lets hug them.”

Technoblade

now this is the most deadly duo in the entire Dream Smp

better not piss you guys off 😐

he’s the Blood God, and you’re the God/Goddess/God being of Death

so if some occasion where you need to battle someone, like Techno’s enemies, *clears throat and murmurs Quackity*, you will obviously back your boy up :)

help him with enchanting and potions and he’s set for life

also you got have to be close to the great Philza Minecraft since him and Techno are buddy buddy

anarchy squared

helps with the voices since you have some of your own

“so what you’re saying is that i need to pay attention to them?”

“yeah, when i first learned that the voices were in my head, i tried to ignore them, but that sucked. so what i did was try to distract myself with various tasks, and that sucked.”

“so what do i do, you’re saying that i should listen to them, but how do i do that when they literally shout at me.”

“just embrace it, obviously when they do their little chant of blood for the blood god, you have to ignore them.”

“you suck at advice.”

Philza Minecraft

so since both of you resemble death, him being the Angel of Death and you being the God/Goddess/God being of Death, y’all are fucking best friends, platonic soulmates if you will

death squared

watch out, because if you piss them off, prepare to d-

gotta be close to Ranboo and Techno, and obviously others who he platonically likes

he doesn’t need to ask you for stuff, he’s the fricking Angel of Death, but he will ask you to preen his wings :D

“ow, not there y/n.”

“oh shut up grandpa, let me do it.”

“I’M NOT OLD DUMBASS.”

Dream XD

two gods at once, damn there is so much chaos

left and right, you guys are noticed by everyone, like purrrr

y’all would be in some fancy shit, to show your power

you would get jealous of him hanging out with george

“why are you jealous y/n?”

“you’re hanging out with george to much, hang out with me please :(.”

gifts are a must, even though both of you have access to creative

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Hue and Cry IX

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), mild violence, male-iinduced anxiety

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: The first day of the tournament arrives.

Note: My pupper had surgery yesterday and it was my longer day of work for the week so lots going on. Also had some bad Chinese but managed to get this out before it came back up. Feel better now and I'll have a shorter day today.

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Lord Barnes’ mood did not improve in the days leading up to the first of the tournament. It grew colder in the capital and many feared the events would be cut short by an early winter. You didn’t care much either way. You had no interest in the sport or much of anything. You just abided the duke and in those times he left you alone, you laid in a void.

His want of you didn’t wane nor did your despair or the disgust you felt when he touched you. It was one thing to be a servant, to be a tool, a means to an end, but what he used you for now seemed little more than torture. He delighted in what he did, in how he made you suffer. Those times you remained unmoving and unfeeling angered him the most.

You dressed in yellow that morning. The horns announced the beginning of the tournament as you made your way to the stand amid the sea of guests. The wives, daughters, sons, mothers and fathers of those who would compete. You were out of place as you climbed the wooden steps between the benches and a green sleeve shot up to wave to you.

“Dearie!” May brushed past her husband to stop you at the end of their seat, “here, with us,” she insisted, “we did save you a place.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” you said quietly. You hadn’t seen her or her family since the night of the feast. Since Barnes had…

“I can’t have you sitting alone,” she trilled as she pulled you along with her and sat beside Lord Benjamin who bowed his head and issued a gentle greeting. “And I always longed for a daughter, you know? Peter’s a good boy but so troublesome. I did try to persuade him not to enter the lists but he just never stops.”

“The boy’s old enough,” Benjamin said, “when I was his age--”

“You married me,” May cut in, “a foolish decision indeed. He is on the roster for today. Sparring. I fear he might not make it past the early rounds but so long as he is not hurt.”

You nodded and covered your hands in your sleeves. Even with the fur-trimmed cloak Barnes allotted you, it was crisp. Your matching cap barely kept the cool air from your cheeks. Your leg shook from more than the cold as you recalled that Barnes was set to compete with the sword as well.

“A fine cape,” May commented as she touched the edge of your cloak, “with sleeves even.”

You looked down at the fawn-coloured garment that only allowed a peek of the canary yellow beneath. You fidgeted and kept your eyes on the field, “a gift,” you lied, well, maybe it wasn’t a lie, or maybe you’d bought it in sweat and tears.

Another horn blew and she quieted and clapped as all looked to the center of the arena. The wooden stands were hung in all shades of silk, the banners of each house, high and low, covered the rafters. By the end of the day, only one would remain. Lord Barnes’ blue and ivory flapped opposite your side and Benjamin pointed out his family's slender red and black crest amidst the panoply.

You were thankful for the distraction, not for you but for them. You didn’t know how many lies you could conjure or if you could keep the false smile on your lips. You clamped your hands together and watched a man in gold stroll out to the centre of the stadium with a cone to project his voice. You stood with May and Benjamin and the rest of the onlookers

“Fine ladies and gentlemen, princes, paupers, and everything in between, we welcome you in name of King Samuel to the Games of Goblets. For each competition, the victor is to be prized a goblet to bear as a symbol of his prestige. For the ax-throwing, bronze inlaid with amber, for the bow-and-arrow, silver set with citrine, for the melee, gold set with sapphire, and for the joust, a fine piece in gold set with opal and ruby.”

The crowd applauded and shouted. The man waited for them to quiet again, “This day, we begin with the melee, on the morrow, the axe, the next day, the arrow, and on the final day, we ride!”

Again, the audience grew rowdy and you were deafened by the cheers. The man laughed at the excitement and held up his hand for a final lull.

“Without further delay, let us begin. In our first round, the lower lords and the untested, before the second where they shall meet our season veterans, and so on…” he gauged the fervent tension of the people, “you will see me again upon the finale and perhaps you will be surprised by whoever stands with me.”

Again, the stand quaked with the energy of the people. You would have liked to sit but you stayed on your feet, afraid to draw unwanted attention. The first pair was announced but you didn’t watch. You stared at the sky or a rippling banner but had no interest in the games.

You only stopped to look as Peter’s name was called out and May grabbed your arm. She squealed as her nephew came out decked in his used armor, beaten out from its former user’s wear, and he unsheathed his sword to face his opponent. When the handkerchief was dropped, you were as stunned as his fellow competitor and the crowd by his swiftness. You’d never seen anyone move so fast, and in at least twenty pounds of armor.

The crowd awoke from their awe and cheered as his sword beat against the other man’s suit with tinks and tunks. It was like a bell, ding, ding, ding. It wasn’t until the other man was on his knees that the spar was ceased. Peter was declared the plain winner and sent on to wait for his next engagement. May wiped away tears of joy and Benjamin grumbled his approval.

You smiled, just a little. You were happy for Peter. You’d seen how joyful he was, he was likely dancing behind the curtain right now.

🏰

It wasn’t until the second round that Lord Barnes was introduced. He walked out fully armoured like any other combatant but his left arm was permanently bent, a shield strapped to it as he gripped his pommel in his right hand. He showed his steel and faced his match. He dealt hard and heavy blows until his opponent was on his back.

You shuddered at his unboasting victory as he wasn’t even patient enough to hear himself declared the winner. You touched your cold cheeks and puffed into the bitter air. The bodies around you warmed the stands but you were chilled to the core.

Peter appeared again in the second, then the third, fourth, and to his aunt and uncle’s delight, he soldiered onto the final. To your fear, he was to meet Lord Barnes. You tried not to squirm, not to show how nervous you were for Peter. You thought of running down and begging him to withdraw but what could you say? If anything, you’d both be worse for it.

As the last two banners were presented to the crowd, you sensed movement to your right. A familiar head of blond hair approached and the tall duke pushed past the row of people along the bench. Lord Rogers smirked as he came close, his sweaty hair drooping down his forehead from his last bout, the one he’d lost to his closest friend.

“Ah, I found you,” he said, “lady.”

You felt May peek past you and you gave a meek “my lord” as he stood close. He looked around you at the older couple.

“You have friends,” he stated, “please, do introduce us.”

You looked down and chewed your lip. You turned slowly to May and Benjamin, the latter peering past her only as he was torn from his fixation on the field.

“Lord Benjamin and Lady May Parker, baron and baroness,” you rubbed your hands together nervously, “Lord Steven Rogers, duke of Astrens.”

“Oh, we’ve heard of him,” May chirped, “my lord, it is an honour.”

“Indeed,” Benjamin agreed, “my lady, you did not inform of us of your lofty friends.”

“She is modest,” Rogers intoned, “we met by chance, really, through a common acquaintance.”

“You were skillful on the field, it is a pity you were bested,” May said.

“Very pitiful, I did put some gold on you, Lord Rogers,” Benjamin added, “alas it was a fine showing.”

“Wasn’t it?” he turned to stand with his arm pressed to yours, much too close for your liking, “however this one should be intriguing.”

“It’s our boy,” Benjamin said, “and your friend, my lord.”

“Perhaps you’d take another bet?” Rogers countered.

“I’ve lost enough this day,” Benjamin snorted, “I’d rather watch and be pleasantly surprised than paupered.”

“Prudence is wise but always so boring,” Rogers mused.

As the lower of the lords, Parker was announced first and you were saved from more uncomfortable banter by the man in grey. Rogers nudged you and bent as the introductions went long as the man with cone went into detail about the day’s fights all the way to the present match.

“I did look fine out there, didn’t I?” he whispered, “good form, even if I did lose. Barnes is in a mood and we both know that makes him… unpredictable.”

You lowered your head, “my lord.”

“You are quiet since last we met,” he remarked, “perhaps your thoughts linger on how else to use your mouth?”

You squirmed and stared at the competitors as they awaited their signal. Rogers laughed and stood straight as he focused on the field in kind. He played with your sleeve and tugged your arm down. He caressed the back of your hand and stepped even closer.

“When he wins, he might just be cheerful enough to share in his celebrations, hmm?” he said under his breath.

The gold cloth was dropped and the two men circled each other, eyeing their opponent cautiously. Barnes was the first to act but was evaded by the younger man. He didn’t not falter however as he swung again. Peter rolled under the strike and met it with his own steel, batting it away so that it nearly struck its holder.

Barnes dodged that time, then the boy spun again. They danced around each other, both swift, both calculating, both determined. Steel met steel but never that which clothed the fighters. May grabbed your other wrist as she held her breath.

Barnes laid a hit across Peter’s chestplate that made him stagger but he turned it into another lithe evasion. He snaked around the higher lord and hammered his false arm. The shield cracked in half and Peter ducked again.

Barnes was angry as he stabbed out. His blade was shoved away again and Peter jumped over the foot that tried to trip him up, a true achievement in armor.

You realised as Barnes laid a flurry of blows at the air that he was angry. The crowd silenced as the realisation fell over them and they watched as time seemed to slow. The duke was losing and he was enraged.

Peter jabbed the other man’s chest plated with his sword then hit his true arm. The sword bobbled in Barnes’ grip but he regained his hold on it. Too slow as Parker struck over and over, throwing him off balance, and sweeping him off his feet with a low lunge.

As Barnes clattered onto his back, the breath went out of him and every other person in the stadium. The man in grey shook away his shock and finally stepped forward.

“Our victor!” he grabbed Peter’s arm and raised it, “the Lord Parker!”

May hopped up and down and hugged her husband. Steve tutted and shook his head. Your eyes clung to Barnes as he sat up, forgotten in the dirt. His left arm was stuck at an angle away from his body and he reached up to force it back down.

Peter offered him his hand and was ignored. Barnes sheathed his sword and offered a curt bow before he exited. Rogers’ hand crawled up your arm and he gripped you. “Well, looks like we both will suffer his loss.”

For once, he spoke the truth.

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saltybaltic · 3 years

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Omg getting caught in the rain with Nat and finding some small space to squeeze into while you wait for the rain to subside and then a little kiss maybe??

Natasha Romanoff X Reader - DOWNPOUR

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X FemReader Fanfic

Synopsis: Walking through the streets of New York you get caught in a torrential downpour and have to find cover

Warnings: Language

Words: 413

“I told you we should have taken a cab.” you sang teasingly, looking up at the sinister grey clouds that were now dominating the sky.

The first droplets were already starting to fall, fat and heavy in a way that told you that this was going to be no light shower.

“We’re only eight blocks away, we’ll be fine.” insisted Natasha, although her tone and the way she pulled her coat tighter around her body contradicted her words.

With every step the pair of you took the rain picked up, until in a matter of seconds it had gone from a couple of droplets to a curtain of water pouring from the sky. People around you on the streets started to run, umbrellas being erected and others lifting their briefcases or newspapers to cover their heads. Unfortunately neither of you had prepared for adverse weather, and even just picking up your speed was made difficult with the heels Natasha had worn for dinner.

You looped an arm under Natasha’s, attempting to help her move faster as the red head used her other arm to try and cover her hair despite the fact it was pointless. Already the pair of you were pretty much drenched, hair wet and matted with droplets of rain running down your face and causing your clothes to cling to your skin.

“Oh fuck this.” you muttered, pulling on Natasha’s arm harder and guiding her into a doorway that was mostly under cover. You could barely hear yourself think, the usual noise of New York virtually drowned out by the hammering of rain off the pavement. It was unusually dark for so early in the evening, the clouds getting darker and completely blocking out any sunlight.

Natasha shook off her arms, pushing the damp hair back from her forehead and mopping at her face as she huffed out a breath. Her long coat had done little to protect the dress she was wearing underneath, the fabric stuck to her in numerous places and her feet were uncomfortably wet from dashing through the gathering puddles on the ground.

“Just eight blocks huh?” you asked, doing your best to fix your own appearance as you gave the other woman a playful grin.

The two of you had squeezed into a small archway just away from the main sidewalk, forced to stand opposite each other and barely a foot apart to make sure you could both fit. Looking out at the rain pounding off the tarmac and the traffic, you hoped that the worst of it wouldn’t last long and you could wait it out before braving the rest of the journey. You were both a little out of breath from your mad dash down the street, not really wanted to run the rest of the way home.

“In my defence there was no rain in the forecast.” stated Natasha, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to tidy it up somewhat, “Otherwise I would have planned accordingly.”

You noticed the other woman trying to hide a shiver, taking a small step closer and running both of your hands over her upper arms slowly to try and warm her up a little, “You okay?”

Natasha nodded with a reassuring smile, tucking her arms into your jacket and around your waist to try and get warmer, “This isn’t the worst situation I could have found myself in.”

Grabbing the lapels of your own jacket, you pulled them tighter around the red head so that she was pretty much inside of your coat, her chest pressed against yours as the rain continued to fall around you. Even with wet hair clinging to the side of her face and slightly smudged mascara she still looked incredible and you found yourself unable to stop staring at her, bringing one hand up to wipe a droplet from underneath her eye.

“Hmm I know that look.” teased Natasha, her grin matching your own as you moved to wipe the side of her face where the water was trickling from her hair.

“What look?” you asked innocently, your other hand rubbing gently over her back in an attempt to generate some warmth.

Natasha nudged your nose with her own, her smile widening at your question, “That look. Usually means you’re thinking something bad.”

“I was doing no such thing.” you insisted in mock offence, “I was just thinking you look really beautiful.”

Natasha’s hands gripped harder at your waist, holding you against her as she tilted her head a little further so she was able to bring her lips up to meet your own. Perhaps it had only been meant as a quick moment of affection but as your hand slipped from the side of her face to the back of her neck, you ensured that there was no chance of the red head breaking the kiss. Instead you parted your lips slightly to deepen it, fingers digging into her flesh and pulling her closer as she let out a small whimper into your mouth.

People were still hurrying down the sidewalk alongside you, the sound of car horns and shouting all but drowned out by the hammering of the rain. However you struggled to focus on any of it, too lost in the way that Natasha’s lips seemed to mould so perfectly with your own. You could feel the trickle of water as it ran from your hair down your face, meeting your mouths as they worked together. The smallest of moans vibrated in the back of your throat as Natasha’s tongue slipped into your mouth, brushing against your own in a way that had your knees feeling weak.

She held on to you tighter, her fingers digging into your damp clothing as she ensured your body stayed flush against hers. It was like the world around you slowed down, allowing you this one moment to share. Passers by were too occupied trying to get out of the storm to notice the pair of you nestled away in a corner, not that you would have cared even if they had seen you making out like a couple of teenagers. When you were with Natasha like this, nothing else mattered.

Eventually the other woman broke the kiss, pecking your lips a final time before leaning back with a grin, “Told you it was something bad.”

“I wouldn’t say that was bad.” you argued, attaching your lips briefly again, “I’ve just never kissed anyone in the rain before.”

Natasha smiled fondly, kissing the end of your nose, “Well how fortunate for me that I was the first.”

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caffeineforbucky · 3 years

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As Time Goes By...(Chapter three)

A/N: This one took a while to write. I've just been so busy doing absolutely nothing all while procrastinating, so special thanks to that. No, but I really hope you like this, fellow reader. If you like the series, let me know if you want to be tagged!

(Side note: I've been playing RE8, thirsting over lady D, and dying over and over...it's going great! It's part of the procrastination...)

Also, has anyone seen the Bridgerton musical tiktoks? I swear I've had the 'burn for you' song in my head all last month and if you've been living under a rock...here's the link:

https://youtu.be/EwY9_m5qeow

Word Count: 2,299

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Warnings: I don't know....angst? As always, John Walker!?! AKA; Fake Cap. Umm...If I missed any let me know.

(A little PSA: I don't hate John Walker: or the actor. John is a well-written character. This is just strictly for the purpose of where my story is going. I'm more reiterating how Bucky treats him in the show. Thank you!!)

You groan, rolling from your left side to lay flatly on your back, arms spread out beside you. You inhale deeply, becoming aware of the moistened dirt and crushed wildflowers beneath you as they release their aromatics. Birds chirped around you, the busy sounds of traffic fading away while you lie still in the field, oxygen feeling heavy in your lungs.

"Y/N?!"

You barely heard the worrisome calls of Sam over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You lift your head, the view of icy mountains in the distance, blurry figures making their way towards you while you somehow managed to sit up. Your head was spinning, a sharp ache on the side of your thigh.

Your eyes flickered down, taking note of the small paring knife lodged in your thigh. You exhaled softly, nodding your head at the sight of it. "Okay," You grumble in agreement. With shaking hands, you wrap your fingers around the handle, bracing yourself by taking intervolved breaths before carefully pulling it from your thigh.

You worked fast, ignoring the crunch of rocks and dirt under the acknowledgeable footsteps of Sam and Bucky. Taking babochka, you cut off the end of your pant leg, wrapping the spandex around your wounded thigh before securing it with one of the holsters, tying the ends into a knot. You remain quiet, carefully pushing yourself up to your feet, transferring all of the weight to the opposite leg, eyes drifting up to meet the guys. "Are you guys okay?" You murmur, dusting off the clumps of dirt and dead leaves from your jacket.

"Are you?!" Sam exclaimed incredulously. "You're bleeding!" He points out, gesturing to the bright red staining the skin of your calf as it dripped down to your boot. The wrap might've held the wound shut, but that didn't mean blood wouldn't have soaked through.

"Oh, this?" You ask, glancing down at your leg, the wound throbbing in agony, but you did your best to avoid it. "I've had worse." That was true, from all those years fighting as an avenger. Getting shot, kicked, stabbed, beaten until you were purple, and undergoing mind control. This tiny stab was the least of your worries. It still hurt like hell, and you couldn't hide the discomfort in your features.

"Do you want a piggyback?" Bucky asks suddenly, slightly annoyed at your nonchalance and still concerned nonetheless. You weren't expecting it, the odd but kind offer, especially from the menace himself. Though you weren't one to pass up being carried. With a hesitant nod, you agree, watching Bucky crouch just a bit, allowing you to climb on his back.

The position was awkward for both of you. With his hands tightening on the back of your knees and your arms wrapped around his neck, neither of you could think straight. Yet, you were still thankful. The road to the airport was a long one, and you weren't sure if you could make it in your state. Bucky held you as if you weighed nothing, his super-soldier strength showing off while he carried you on his back, footsteps matching up with Sam. He didn't mind doing it, especially since he was the one who offered, and the proximity was just a bonus.

"Sorry about Redwing," Bucky muses, breaking the silence while the three of you sauntered down the empty road. There was nothing for miles, only empty plains of grass and dirt. Young trees scattered, lacking the greenery around them, evident of the cold weather in Munich.

"No, you're not," Sam remarks, narrowing his eyes to a pinprick at the winter soldier. "You've always hated Redwing."

"That doesn't mean I'm not sorry about it," Bucky grumbles, tightening his hold on you as he felt you slipping. You gasp at the sudden strength, clinging better to his shoulders as well. "How're you doin' up there?" He asks, jaw clenching from your touch.

"All things considering," You sigh, pushing aside the butterflies in your tummy at how close you were to Bucky. "I've been better. We've gotta find out where that super serum is coming from."

"Yeah," Sam chimed in, glancing at you. "-And how the hell after 80 years are there eight super-soldiers runnin' loose?"

Loud honks of a horn ring in your ears, tires treading on the gravel as an army jeep slows down beside the three of you. "So, that didn't go as planned, huh?" John chuckles, pushing the door open only for you to keep walking, paying no mind to the man in stars and stripes.

"Okay, keep going," John utters, signaling the driver to keep up as he pulls the door shut. "Look, at least we know what we're up against, huh? And I'm pretty sure it's one of the big three...so,"

"Aliens, androids, or wizards," Lemar comments as John nods his head in agreement.

"There's no such thing as wizards!" Bucky grunts, keeping his eyes forward, hands on the back of your knees.

"Fine, aliens or androids," John settles, sharing a look with his best friend beside him. "Look, it's 20 miles to the airport, and you guys need a ride. Gary, stop," He instructs, the wheels slowing down. John opens the door once again. "Get in," He sighs, motioning all of you inside the jeep as Bucky and Sam's footsteps came to a halt.

Bucky gently sets you down, taking note of the small whimpers falling from your lips. No matter how tough you appeared to be, you still carried so much vulnerability. "You okay?" He asks, eyes filled with so much concern it almost scared you. He hadn't looked at you like that in a while. "Do you want any help?"

With a soft nod, you oblige to Bucky's ask, needing more help than you anticipated. You didn't want to add any strain or force to your injury. You didn't even realize it happened, and that part of it was Sam's fault for swooping to grab you while you had a knife in hand, but you weren't going to start pointing fingers. You wrap your arm around Bucky's shoulder, using him as support while he boosts you up on the jeep after Sam climbs up first, helping you settle beside him.

"Woah!" John exclaims, almost rising to his feet at the sight of your thigh, your hands stained with blood. "Are you okay?"

With a curt nod, you adjust yourself to relieve some of the pressure while Bucky takes a seat on your left, leaving you to be right smack dab in the middle as he pulls the door shut. You blow out a breath, knowing damn well if it hadn't been for the mishap, you would've walked the damn 20 miles.

"Lemar, hand me the first aid kit," John instructs, pointing to the steel case beside his friend. You wanted to protest, but even you knew that the strap wasn't going to work. Mouthing a thank you, you take the case from Lemar's hand and clip it open.

"Okay, so we got eight super-soldiers on a bulk supply run," John continues, the jeep beginning to roll down the road. You hand the case to Sam, asking him to hold it while you searched for gauze, medical tape, and butterfly bandages, you were probably going to need stitches, but you'd worry about that later. "Why?" John asks, watching closely as you patched up your wound.

"They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during the blip," Sam answers, handing you another strip of tape. "Maybe they're just tryna help."

"They had a funny way of showing it," Bucky adds, his eyes trained on you, a hiss slipping through your lips as you roll down the remaining spandex. You sigh in relief, the ache becoming dull as you shut the case, giving it back to Lemar.

"Better?" John asks, earning a single nod as a response. "I don't think we've properly met. John Walker," he smiles, offering a shake of his hand, but you didn't move, only staring at the outstretched palm in front of you. "Does she talk?" John mumbles suddenly, looking to Sam or Bucky for a reply.

Your eyes cast down, gaze hardening at the sight of the shield in his grasp. Flashes of Steve running through your mind, the many times he'd catch you trying to throw it like he would. Steve Rogers meant a lot to you, having joined him in not signing the Sokovian accords, being an outlaw, and helping to clear Bucky's name with Sam. So, seeing a man who wasn't Steve hold the shield awoke something in you. Something unkind and hateful.

"When she wants to," You claim, John squirms in his seat, sensing the tension as your eyes flicker to his. "And frankly has no desire to speak to you."

"You don't even know me," John defends, glancing at Bucky, a sly smirk on his lips, and Sam, who rendered quiet, his eyes looking elsewhere. John sets his attention back on you, lips razor thin.

You scoff, shaking your head softly as you fold your arms over your chest. "Jonathon F. Walker," You begin, leaning back in your seat, your eyes never leaving his. "Former Captain of the U.S Army's 75th Rangers Regiment. Graduated at the top of your class from the United States Military and the first person in American history to receive three medals of honor, ran RS-one missions in counterterrorism and hostage rescue."

John's tongue darts between his lips, a frown spreading throughout his forehead at the information you were giving him. Either you did research on him or, you just read his file, which you had done both. You were not one to go into a mission without potentially knowing who you were up against. It was better to be safe than sorry.

"So you saw the news?" John chuckles, the frown falling from his features while he shrugs. "Big deal, so did the entire world."

"Custer's Grove High school alumni."

John's smile falters.

"There you met, Lemar Hoskins and your current wife," You tilt your head in curiosity. "Olivia, right? Or am I getting it wrong?"

Clearing his throat softly, John broke eye contact with you. So you did know him, and you probably knew more than you led on. "Do they always just stare like that?" He gestures between you and Bucky, who had displayed the same distaste for him.

Sam glances beside him, observing the matched body language you shared with Bucky, its no wonder Bucky had taken a liking to you, even if he'd never admit it. "You get used to it," Sam smirks, turning his head back to Walker.

"Okay..." John drags, eyes flickering to the more sensible one of the trio, and that was Sam. "Look, that serum doesn't have the greatest track record, no offense," He waves his hand, dismissing the insult directed towards the only super-soldier in the car.

"We need to figure out where they're going. How'd you track 'em here?" Sam asks, "The flag smashers."

"Uh," Lemar murmurs, scratching the back of his head. "We didn't track them. We tracked you through Redwing."

"You hacked my tech!?" Sam gripes, straightening out his back as he sat up.

"Sorry," John laughs, "It's not exactly hacking. It's government property...kind of the government. Alright, you know things have gotten kind of..."

"Chaotic," Lemar adds.

"Yeah," John nods in agreement. "The GRC, they're doing their best to get things up and running smoothly post blip. If you guys teamed up with us-"

"No." Bucky interrupts. He couldn't let Walker finish that sentence.

"I've got mad respect for all of you," Lemar praises, looking between the trio before him. "But you were getting your asses kicked 'til we showed up."

"And who are you?" Bucky bemuses, cocking a brow at the man next to John.

"Lemar Hoskins," You mention, "I could've sworn we've been through this." You shake your head at the old man, for being 106, he couldn't hear a thing.

"I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear," Sam shrugs, "I'm gonna need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins."

"I'm Battlestar, John's partner."

"Battlestar?" Bucky repeats, narrowing his eyes at Lemar as he nods, confirming his alias. "Stop the car!" Bucky shouts suddenly, brakes screeching as the wheels come to a stop in the middle of the road. Bucky pulls open the handle, ducking, as to not rail his head on the bar-frame above him before hopping off the jeep.

"Look, I get it, okay?" John sighs, calling after Bucky. "I get the attitude, I do. You didn't think the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky. And I'm not trying to be Steve!"

"Good," You interject, rendering John to settle his eyes on you. "Because you will never be. And just because you're the one wielding it..." You grab the bar above your head, using it to pull yourself up. "It doesn't make you Captain America." And with that, you carefully jump off the jeep, following after the heated super-soldier.

Sighing in frustration, he rips his eyes away from your retreating figures. "I'm not trying to replace him either. I'm just trying to be the best Captain America I can be." He explains to Sam, hoping the falcon would cut him some slack. "-And it'd be a whole lot easier if I had Cap's wingman on my side."

Sam's eyes widen in surprise, his tongue darting between his lips. "It's always that last line," He scoffs, shaking his head as he jumped off the car, following you and Bucky.

John's lips thin out, face scrunching in a scowl. "Let's go," He instructs. The sound of the jeep leaving making its way to your ears.

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 3

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(Y/n)'s POV

I remember feeling weightless, like I'm being crushed, fried, and hosed down all at the same time.

I sit, dazed, my head pressed against the dashboard as blood runs down my face.

"(Y/n)!" I hear Mom yell; I feel Mom's hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me.

"I - I'm okay," I croak, leaning back against my seat, trying to shake off my daze.

I notice that we had swerved into a ditch. The driver's-side doors are wedged in the mud and the roof had cracked open like an eggshell and rain is pouring in.

"Percy, (Y/n)," Mom says, "we have to . . ." her voice falters.

I look back, blood dribbling down the side of my head. In a flash of lightning, through the mud-splattered rear windshield, I see a figure lumbering towards us on the shoulder of the road. The sight of whatever it is makes my skin crawl. It is a dark silhouette of a huge guy, like a football player. He seems to be holding a blanket over his head. His top half is bulky and fuzzy. His raised hands make it look like he had horns.

"Who is -" Percy asks.

"Percy, (Y/n)," Mom says, deadly serious. "Get out of the car."

Mom throws herself against the driver's side door. It is jammed in the mud. I try my door, but it's stuck too. I look desperately at the hole in the roof. It might be an exit, but the eyes are sizzling and smoking.

"Climb out Percy's door!" Mom tells me, Percy already having pulled the unconscious Grover from the car. "You have to run! Do you see that big tree?"

"What?" I ask, and blood drips down onto my arm.

Another flash of lightning, and through the smoking hole in the roof I see the tree she meant: a huge, White House sized Christmas tree - sized pine at the crest of the nearest hill.

"That's the property line," Mom says. "Get over that hill and you'll see a big farmhouse down in the valley. Run and don't look back. Yell for help. Don't stop until you reach the door."

"Mom, you're coming too."

Mom's face is pale, her eyes as sad as when she looks at the ocean.

"You are coming with us," I argue.

The man with the blanket on his head creeps towards us, making his grunting, snorting noises. As he gets closer, I realize he can't be holding a blanket over his head, because his hands - his huge meaty hands - are swinging at his sides. There was no blanket. That means the bulky, fuzzy mass that is too big to be his head . . . is his head. And the points that look like horns . . .

"He doesn't want us," Mom tells me. "He wants you and Percy. Besides, I can't cross the property line."

"But . . ."

"We don't have time (Y/n)," Mom says, and I catch her watery eyes. "Go. Please."

I get mad then, mad at Mom, mad at Grover, who Percy is having to drag up the hill, and mad at the thing that is lumbering towards us slowly and deliberately like a bull.

I climb into the backseat of the car, tugging Mom's arm. "We're all going together," I say. "Come on, Mom."

"I told you -"

"Mom!" I look into Mom's sea-green eyes that match mine and Percy's. "I am not leaving you."

I scramble out of the car, pulling Mom with me, and I turn to look at the monster. He is seven feet tall, easily, his arms and legs like something from the cover of Muscle Man magazine - bulging biceps and triceps. He wears no clothes except a pair of bright white Fruit of the Looms - which would've looked funny except the top half of his body is terrifying. Coarse brown hair starts at his belly button and gets thicker as it reaches his shoulders. His neck is a mass of muscle and fur leading up to his enormous head, which has a snout as long at my arm, snotty nostrils with a gleaming brass ring, cruel black eyes, and horns - enormous black-and-white horns with points that you just can't get form one of those electric pencil sharpeners.

I recognize the monster, but he can't be real.

I blink the rain out of my eyes. "That's the -"

"Pasiphae's son," my mother says. "I wish I'd known had badly they wanted to kill you and Percy."

"But he's the Min -"

"Don't say his name," she warms. "Names have power."

The pine tree is too far away, a hundred yards uphill at least. Percy was halfway up the hill, still struggling with Grover the saytr.

I glance behind me again.

The Minotaur hunches over our car, looking in the windows - or not looking, exactly. More like snuffling, nuzzling. I'm not sure why he bothers, since we're more than fifty feet away.

I give Mom a slight push, and the two of us start up the hill towards Percy and Grover. Mom takes one of Grover's arms, and Percy takes the other, and I look back down the hill.

The Minotaur bellows with rage. He picks up Gabe's Camaro by the torn roof, the chassis creaking and groaning. He raises the car over his head and throws it down the road. It slams into the wet asphalt and skids in a shower of sparks for about half a mile before coming to a stop. The gas tank explodes.

Not a scratch! I remember Gabe saying. Oops.

"(Y/n), Percy," Mom says. "When he sees us, he'll charge. Wait until the last second, then jump out of the way - directly sideways. He can't change directions very well once he's changing. Do you understand?"

"How do you know all this?" Percy asks Mom.

"I've been worried about an attack for a long time. I should have expected this. I was selfish, keeping you near me."

"Keeping me near you? But -" Percy falters.

Another bellow of rage, and the Minotaur starts tromping uphill.

He had smelled us.

The pine tree is only a few more yards, but the hill his getting steeper and slicker, and it doesn't look like he's getting any lighter, so I move up to help.

The bull-man closes in. Another few seconds, he'd be in front of us.

Mom and Percy must've been exhausted, but they shoulder Grover. "Go, (Y/n)! Separate! Remember what I said," Mom says. "Percy and I will go this way."

I don't want to split up, but I have the feeling that she is right.

I sprint to the left, turn, and see the creature bearing down on me, his black eyes glaring with hate.

The Minotaur lowers his head and charges, razor-sharp horns aimed straight at my chest.

The fear in my stomach makes me want to bolt, but that wouldn't work. I could never outrun the bull-man. I hold my ground, and at the last moment, I jump to the side. I roll instinctively, ending back on my feet.

The Minotaur storms past like a freight train, then bellows with rage. He turns, but not towards me this time, but towards Mom and Percy, who were setting Grover down in the grass.

We'd reached the crest of the hill; down the other side I can see a valley, just as mom had said, and the lights of a farmhouse glowing yellow through the rain. But that is almost half a mile away. We'd never make it.

The bull-man grunts, pawing the ground. He keeps eyeing Mom and Percy, who seem to be retreating, trying to lead the monster away from the unconscious Grover.

"Run, (Y/n)!" Mom tells me. "We can't go any farther. Run!"

I stand, frozen in fear, as the monster charges at my mother and brother. They both try to sidestep on opposite directions, as Mom had told me to do, but the monster had learned his lesson. Both hands shoot out and grab Mom and Percy by the necks as they try to get out of the way. The bull-man lifts them as they struggle, kicking and pummeling the air.

"Mom! Percy!" I scream.

Mom catches my eyes, manages to choke out one last word: "Go!"

Then, with an angry roar, the monster closes his fists around my mom and twin's necks. They dissolve before my eyes, melting into light, shimmering golden forms, as though they are holographic projections. A blinding flash, and they are simply . . . gone.

"No!" Anger had replaced my fear; newfound strength burns in my limbs.

The Minotaur bears down on Grover, who lies helpless in the grass. The monster hunches over, snuffling at my brother's best friend, as if he is about to lift Grover up and make him dissolve too.

I rip off my red rain jacket.

"Hey!" I roar, waving the jacket, running to one side of the monster. "Hey, stupid! Ground beef!"

"Raaaarrrrr!" The monster turns toward me, shaking his meaty fists.

I have an idea - a stupid idea, but better than no idea at all. I put my back to the big pine tree and wave my red jacket in front of the bull-man, thinking I'd just jump out of the way at the last moment.

The Minotaur charges, his arms out to grab me whichever way I tried to dodge.

Time slows down.

My legs tense. I couldn't jump sideways, so I jump straight up, kicking off from the monster's head, using it as a springboard, turning in midair, and landing on his neck.

How did I do that? A millisecond later, the monster's head slams into the tree and the impact nearly knocks my teeth out.

The bull-man staggers around, trying to shake me off. I lock my arms around his horns to keep from being thrown. Thunder and lightning are still going strong. A mix of blood and rain in my eyes. The smell of rotten meat burning my nostrils.

The monster shakes himself around and bucks like a rodeo bull. He should have just backed up into the tree and smashed me flat, but I'm starting to realize that this thing had only one gear: forward.

Meanwhile, Grover had started groaning in the grass. I want to yell at him to shut up, but the way I'm getting tossed around, if I opened my mouth I'd bite my own tongue off.

"Food!" Grover moans.

The bull-man wheels toward him, paws the ground again, and gets ready to charge. I think about how he had squeezed the life out of my mother and brother, made them disappear in a flash of light, and rage fills me like highoctane fuel. I wrap both hands around one horn and I pull backward with all my might. The monster tenses, gives a surprised grunt, then - snap!

The Minotaur screams and flings me through the air. I land flat on my back in the grass. My head slams against a rock. When I sit up, my vision is blurry, but I have a horn in my hands, a ragged bone weapon the size of a knife.

The monster charges.

Without thinking, I roll to one side and come up kneeling. As the monster barrels past, I drive the broken horn straight into his side, right up under his furry rib cage. The bull-man roars in agony. He flails, clawing at his chest, then begins to disintegrate—not like my mother and brother, in a flash of golden light, but like crumbling sand, blown away in chunks by the wind.

The monster was gone.

The rain had stopped. The storm is still rumbling, but only in the distance. I smell like livestock and my knees are shaking. My head feels like it's splitting in three. I'm weak, scared, and trembling with grief and pain. I'd just seen my mother and brother vanish. I want to lie down and cry, but Grover needed my help, so I manage to haul him up and stagger down into teh valley towards the lights of the farmhouse. I'm crying, calling for Mom and Percy, but I hold onto Grover. I couldn't let him go.

The last thing I remember is collapsing on a wooden porch, looking up at a ceiling fan circling above me, moths flying around a yellow light, and the stern faces of a bearded man and a pretty girl, her blond hair curled like a princess's.

They both look down at me, and the girl murmurs, "She's the one. She must be."

"Silence, Annabeth," the bearded man - Percy's Latin teacher, Mr. Brunner - says. "She's still conscious. Bring her inside."

Word Count: 2101 words

#annabeth chase x reader #annabeth chase x fem reader #annabeth chase x female reader

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vixenpen · 4 years

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Can you do a KiriBaku smut imagine with a chubby black s/o

KiriBaku x (F)Thicc Black Reader NSFW

“Ugh! I need a vacation,” you groaned as you exhaled a stream of smoke.

“I need a baecation.” Kirishima replied, grabbing the joint from you.

“Haah? What the hell is that?” Bakugo chimed in, confused.

“It’s a vacation where you spend the whole time fucking.” You explained, laughingly.

“Tch. Isn’t that what vacations are for anyways?” He scoffed, beckoning to Kirishima for the joint next.

The three of you were relaxing at Katsuki’s massive apartment enjoying one of your rare days off together. Mellow music pumped through the surround sound system in his room and black lights cast a purple glow over everything.

The rotation matched the order you all were sitting in. Bakugo, sat against the headboard, your head resting in his lap, and Kirishima sat on the opposite side of you, massaging your feet. It felt amazing to be able to vibe with your best friends. Something that, since becoming pro-heroes, you all found yourselves with little time to do.

“Ya know, Katsu, not everyone turns into a horn dog the minute they step outside of a five mile radius of the gossip rags.” You laughed.

“Hey, if you idiots want the media dissecting your sex lives and splashing it all over the gossip rags that’s on you, but some of us actually give a fuck about our reputation as heroes.”

“Bro, at this point the whole internet knows you’ve got hoes in different area codes,” Kirishima chuckled. “You’re not foolin’ anybody.”

“Yeah, but can you name one name? No. Cuz the people I fuck with know how to keep their mouths shut when it counts.”

“You mean, you break ‘em off a fat check to keep them quiet.”

“Hey, it’s kept my name out of scandals. Can’t say the same for you Mr. Red Ran Through.”

You burst out laughing especially when you saw the baffled expression on Kirishima’s face.

“Ouch man! That was harsh.”

“But accurate.” You pointed out.

Kirishima definitely had a reputation in the hero world as a more of a lover than a fighter in every sense of the word. He was constantly courting a new hero, sidekick, or medical worker. But where as that type of philandering might hurt another hero’s reputation, Kirishima managed to come out of his multiple affairs relatively unscathed; as none of his former conquests had a negative word to say about him. You chalked it up to his charming and chivalrous personality.

“I may have been with a few of our colleagues-“

“A few?! Kiri, you’ve sucked and fucked your way through our entire agency. I think the only people you haven’t fucked in the hero world is us.”

“You, babe.” Bakugo chuckled blowing smoke in your face. “I’ve been there done that.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Yeah,” Kirishima laughed, “Bakugo was actually my first.”

“Wait, what?!” You shot up so fast, you almost knocked the joint from Bakugo’s hand. “I’m sorry, he was your what, when and where was I?!”

“Chill, thickums,” Bakugo smirked. “We were kids—still in high school. It was before we met you.”

You gaped back and forth between the two men in disbelief. Meanwhile they were trading the joint over you as if they hadn’t just dropped the biggest bombshell of the year on you.

“Aww baby,” Kirishima tucked your chin, running his thumb over you bottom lip. “What’s with that pouty face? Are you really that upset?”

“Yes!” You crossed your arms. “We’re besties and neither of you assholes thought that might be valuable information for me to know?”

“I mean, not really.” Bakugo snorted. “What were you gonna do with it? Sell it to the gossip rags?”

“Or maybe she was gonna dream about it herself.” Kirishima winked. There was a wicked gleam in his ruby eyes that made you flush.

“Heyyy, I think you may have been on to something there shitty hair.” Bakugo pinched your round cheek. “She’s blushing.”

“No I’m not! Black girls don’t blush!”

“Baby, blushing is more than just a color on your cheeks, it’s a mood, and right now you’re totally giving me that mood.”

“W-whatever! I could care less that you two used to sleep together.”

“Used to?” Kirishima quirked a brow.

That statement earned an incredulous look from you.

“S-seriously?! You still...” A pang if envy shot through you at the idea of your best friends sharing something that you weren’t apart of. “You know what, I don’t even care.”

“Oh?” Bakugo quirked a brow. “Then you won’t care if I do this.”

He reached across you to grab Kirishima by the collar and plant a deep kiss on the man’s lips. The burly redhead melted into the kiss easily.

Simultaneous moans escaped your friends as the kiss deepened.

“Ahem! Y’all realize I’m still here right?” You snapped.

“How could we forget?” Bakugo smacked one of your chunky thighs, jiggling it a bit. “That little show was for you thickums.”

You wished you could look away, but there wasn’t much else to look at with two hot, shirtless, muscular men looming over you. You popped your lips and rolled your eyes.

“That little attitude ain’t scarin’ nobody pun’kin.” Kirishima pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “I know you liked it.”

“Hell yeah she did.” Bakugo added. He toked the joint one more time and held your gaze as he blew the smoke in your face. The predatory way he sized you up made you feel...exposed—vulnerable. “You know, as long as we’ve all been friends, I wonder why neither me or Shitty Hair never tried to fuck your fine ass yet. God knows it’s not like we aren’t both into you.”

“Better yet,” Kirishima said, turning you to face him by your chin, “it’s not like we aren’t all into each other.” He kissed you again. This one was much more commanding than the last and his tongue wrestled yours into submission.

“Oi!” Bakugo snapped. He grabbed your chin as well and pulled you towards him. “You not gone keep stealing all her affection from me, Shitty Hair.”

Bakugo bit your lip, making you gasp. He took full advantage of that opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

Is this really happening right now? What the hell?

“G-guys, wait...” You pulled away from Bakugo.

“What’s wrong, sweetness?” Kirishima asked, sliding your box braids aside to plant gentle kisses along your neck.

Between his soft lips and Bakugo’s strong, scarred hands sliding along your thick thighs, your sex was clenching desperately for stimulation.

“You don’t want this?”

“I-I’m not sayin that, I’m just saying...” what the hell were you saying? Because the way Bakugo was sucking the top of your breasts had you drawing blanks.

“Why don’t you stop pretending, y/n?” He smirked up at you, hooking a finger into the scooped collar of your tank top and yanking it down to free your full, round breasts.

He hummed. “Fuckin’ delicious.” He groaned.

Licking his lips, the ash blonde dove down to suck your hard, brown nipple into his mouth making you hiss in pleasure.

“You clearly want this, y/n.” Kirishima chuckled. The deep, rich sound rolled down your spine and made goosebumps rise on your skin.

His large hand slid around your side to squeeze your other breast. He rolled the pebbled nipple gently between his fingers.

“You want this and so do we.” He nipped at your ear. “So what’s up? Are we doing this or not, thickums?”

Before you could say anything, Kirishima’s hot mouth sucked your nipple into it.

“Oh god.” You sighed as shivers ran down your spine.

They ran their strong hands up your juicy thighs, squeezing and massaging them.

Each man worked either side of your body. Bakugo was now behind you, running his hands down your spine—mouth tasting your sweet skin, nipping along your spine. He dug his hands into your hips, caressing them lovingly.

Kirishima took care of the front. He sucked hickies onto your soft stomach and slowly worked your shorts down.

He groaned at the sight of your bare brown skin.

“Damn, that’s beautiful.” He grinned up at you, ruby eyes flashing once more. His mouth landed in an open mouth kiss against your clothed core, fingers exploring your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties.

“Ki-Kiri~” you sighed.

Bakugo bit your ear, making you yelp in surprise.

“Is Kiri the only one here, thickness?” He asked.

“N-no..” you stammered back.

He slid his hand down until he reached your pussy and toyed with your clit. Shockwaves of pleasure coursed through you.

“Then say my name too, Thickums.” He plunged two fingers into your heat, flexing them towards your gspot.

“Ahaaa, Katsu!” You cried out.

“Man, Katsuki, you gotta see how pretty this kitty is.”

“Does it look as good as it feels?” He asked, slipping a third finger into your gripping cunt.

“Mmhhm,” he hummed in response. His long tongue slithered out, joining Bakugo’s fingers in your juicy pussy.

The sensations had your head swimming and your nipples and cat tingling with excitement.

“Tastes just as good too.”

“Oh yeah?” Bakugo slipped from behind you to join Kirishima’s side. He laced his fingers through the redhead’s long hair and forced a harsh kiss onto the man’s mouth. “Shit,” he muttered between kisses, “that is good. But I bet it’s better straight from the source.”

Soon Kirishima’s mouth and fingers were replaced with Katsuki’s. His fingers swam inside of you and he sucked at the sensitive button of your clit until your pleasured screams grew hoarse. Your cream soaked his face and hands. When he made way for Kirishima to join in, your moans only grew louder.

The two men seemed to be competing in who could bring you to ecstasy more times. They worked your sex until your legs shook and your toes curls. You dug your hands into their hair, and bucked your hips to meet their mouths, hungry for more of the overwhelming pleasure.

“Baku-Kiri, shit! Shit, shit, shiiiit! Oh my god!” You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t think.

“Cum for us, Princess,” Kirishima urged, “come for your daddies.”

And cum you did. Again, and again, and again, until everything went black.

(Art by: @deb_amm/Debby-San)

#kiribaku #kiribaku x reader #bnha imagines #my hero academia #mha headcanons #bnha #bnha scenarios #boku no hero academia #my hero fanfic #bnha smut #n/sfw #kirishima x bakugou #bakugo x reader x kirishima #black self insert

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Heaven & Hell

Hournite Halloween Fic ✨

Halloween is hell for Rick. Not the holiday, exactly. Rick is pretty much indifferent. He never dressed up after his parents died and never really found himself wanting to. He always thought and said that costumes were stupid because it was better to ascribe to those beliefs than to admit he was sad Matt never cared enough to get one for Rick of his own. The entire Trick or Treat concept was basically forgotten to Rick as well. The properties were so spaced out in West Farms, if there were any kids it would take half the night to hike up different dirt roads just to get to the front door. And there weren’t any kids. It wasn’t Halloween itself that Rick dreaded so much. It was this damn school’s obsession with it. Watching his class trip over their long clothes in the hall as he pushed back to get somewhere or being begged by wannabes to supply drinks for their parties always put Rick in a bad mood.

Rick finds himself recalling all this bitterly when sophomore girls started shrieking when a boy in a dollar store mask screamed in their faces. The noise startles Rick so bad he nearly dropped his hourglass as he packs his bag for class at his locker that morning. He rolls his eyes and slings his bag over his shoulder, getting through a crowd of onesies, monsters, witches and playboy bunnies. Then someone grabs his elbow. Rick turns around, about to shrug them off with a killer glare, but loses the words when Beth faces him with an apologetic expression.

“Sorry!” she says. “I know you don’t like it when people sneak up on you, I called but I don’t think you heard me.”

Rick stares like an idiot. Beth’s hair is wrapped up in a tight bun with gold glitter creased along her edges and eyes. She’s wearing a white bodysuit matched with an almost silver satiny skirt that flares around her waist with fishnet tights and flats. Rick blinks and blinks again. She looks ethereal and glows with a brightness that Rick can barely fathom in the presence of that halo.

“You didn’t wear a costume last year.”

Beth hiked up her skirt. “I had nobody to dress up with me last year.”

Courtney and Yolanda come to both of her sides, flanked in equally obvious angel costumes.

“We’re the holy trinity,” Courtney says and strikes a pose.

Yolanda makes a face. “No...That’s not actually…” Courtney is already gone, spotting Cameron around the corner. “...Nevermind.”

“See?” Beth opens her school bag and pulls out a devil’s horn headband. “And we didn’t leave you out.” Rick doesn’t really get a say in the matter. She tugs on his sleeve and pulls him down, firmly sticking the red horns on his head.

“When did you plan this?”

“Last week,” says Yolanda. She checks her watch. “Shoot, I have to ask Miss Woods something before the test. I’ll see you in homeroom!”

Beth walks down the hall with Rick. It takes nearly three full minutes for Rick to string together a decent compliment as Beth explains how she put together her DIY outfit. She grins and grabs his arm, lacing her hand through his. “You don’t have to wear the devil horns all day, we just want a JSA picture to mark the anniversary.”

Rick stops short. “Wait...It’s been a year?”

“Since we officially joined? Yes, for us two, anyway.”

Rick’s been harbouring feelings for Beth for a whole year?

“Wow.”

They get to their homeroom class and find Yolanda bent down with her halo bobbing over her desk as she scribbles furiously to make her Chemistry summary sheet.

They take their seats by the back and save a seat for Courtney, expecting her to run late like usual.

Artemis walks by and snorts at them. “Appropriate couples’ costume.”

Rick immediately goes red as Beth curiously giggles, biting her lip and shying away from Rick’s eventual gaze.

“Couples’ costume?” he repeats.

Beth shrugs. “We can’t help what they think, right?”

Impulsively, Rick scoots his desk closer. “Maybe Artemis has a point,” he says. “We look very ‘Opposites Attract’ right now.”

Beth widens her eyes. “I think we’ve always looked that way.” Her expression is innocent but the mere fact she’s doing so purposefully while keeping eye contact is telling Rick she’s not so.

Rick takes a second to process what Beth means. He moves his hand along the desk, bumping her hand with his. “This wouldn’t bother you, then?”

“No.” Beth laces their fingers together and pulls Rick’s arm off her desk.

Homeroom starts.

Beth gets called for rollcall less than a minute later and she raises both their joint hands. “Here!”

Rick lets himself get tugged along by Beth, connected by the hand all morning. When the group meets up at lunch by their usual table, the girls greet him with their twin very unangelic smirks.

“Shut up,” he says when Beth momentarily leaves to find a plastic fork. “I can’t function today. She looks perfect.”

Courtney laughs, calling him a simp as Yolanda mutters, “We’re literally wearing the same costume.”

Rick doesn’t care much about their teasing when Beth comes back and blows him a glittery kiss.

Maybe Halloween isn’t so hellish after all.

#beth chapel #rick tyler #hournite #rick x beth #stargirl spoilers #halloween fic #stargirl #hn fics #hournites fic #tkv fic #hn talks

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e-m-christina · 3 years

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Serpent Of Sparta

Ivar The Boneless x Reader

PART ONE

Requested by @childishhoe

Summary: Ivar Lothbrok meets his match when he is introduced to Y/n Artròmitos, the daughter of a bloodthirsty Spartan king. She is sent to fight in Ivars army, after making an arrangement with Rollo, the Duke of Normandy.

With matching rage and ambition, Y/n feeds into Ivars flame, igniting feelings that neither of them thought they were capable of. But fire can easily be burnt out.

Series Overall Rating: 17+

Word Count: 2k

Comment to be added to taglist. Requests are open.

MASTERLIST

* * *

TWO MONTHS AGO

Your incarnadine wrap dress fluttered in the wind, fastened only by the golden broach of nobility at your exposed shoulder. Rays of early morning sun glinted off the wine glass that was being twirled between your fingers, as you watched the city from the castle of Mistras. A new batch of children were being piled into carriages, waiting to be sent off as slaves, to the city of Athens.

“You cannot keep running from this marriage. I know you already rule Athens, but after the death of your husband, you must marry again!” You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes at your father’s remark.

“I have no time for love. I had to sacrifice love for respect. You know this much.” You took a seat opposite your father, who was running a hand over his grey beard. “On the contrary, the Athenians are weak. If I wanted to marry again, I would choose someone in a position of strength.” You said, rolling a grape between your pointer and thumb, making your father sigh.

“I know what you sacrificed, Y/n. What you had to do was terrible, but it was for the best. Both for you and your d-”

“Anyway,” You said, cutting your father off, “I am already Queen of Athens and the leader of the Spartan army. What use would a husband be?”

“Commander Y/n.” The doors of the hall burst open, revealing a puffed and red faced soldier. “The Duke Of Normandy has sent you this.” He passed you a piece of tinted brown parchment, bound by the wax stamp of Normandy.

“Leave me.” You waved your hand, and the warrior promptly left the room.

* * *

“Rollo is bringing a great ally, from a place named ‘Sparta.” Hvitserk said, standing beside his brother, Ivar, and King Harald. A fleet of blue Francia flags sailed towards them like great dragons on the dusky pewter ocean.

“I have heard little of this ally that Rollo is bringing.” Harald said, folding his arms across his chest. “But, what I have heard is that he is a great and fearsome warlord, and that his soldiers are blood-thirsty demons.”

“She. The ally is a she.” Hvitserk corrected Harald, watching Ivars expression turn into one of curiosity.

“What is her name then, dear brother?” Ivar asked, staring at the approaching ships with a new found excitement.

“Y/n. But she is often referred to as the ‘Serpent of Sparta.’” Hvitserk said, feeling uneasy about the glint in Ivars blue eyes. “And if I were you, I would stay out of her way. Her people basically worship her. They believe that she is a descendant of one of their Gods of battle. Ares I believe God was called.”

Ivar smirked. Not only was she apparently a great warrior, but she was also apparently descended from the gods?

“Well, I do look forward to meeting this ‘Y/n’. I would hope that she lives up to her reputation, otherwise I will be disappointed.” Ivar took one last glance at the oncoming fleet, before making his way back down the salt washed wooden deck, ignoring the ‘of course you do,’ from Harald.

* * *

Your nose wrinkled. The pungent smell of decaying fish grew stronger as you came to dock. After stopping in Francia to gather Rollo’s men, you and three hundred of your best Spartan warriors made for Norway. And after two weeks at sea, you were in a horrid mood. After an attempted assassination directed at you, you were pushed over the edge. Not only did you have to command your own men, Rollo had dropped out the day you were meant to leave, making you in charge of all his Francish soldiers. The problem other than the sheer amount of men to keep track of? There was a massive language barrier. You spoke Russian because you often went to Kiev, on trade deals, and you also spoke the language of the northmen. Not french.

Your days often consisted of making ludacris hand gestures to command the french, only to be laughed at by your own warriors. Though you only shared the same ship as your best warriors, the only person you could confide in was Freydis, a Norwegian slave that you had bought from Kattegat five years prior. She had taught you the language of Norway and you taught her Greek. Freydis had grown to be your best, and only friend. You had made her a free woman, yet she chose to stay by your side, through everything. She told you everything about herself and she knew almost everything about you.

“Get ready to dock!” You yelled, throwing thick reams of hemp rope attached to an anchor into the dark water, before climbing over the edge of the ship, Freydis and your best fighters trailing behind you. You were greeted by a large wooden dock surrounded by what looked like disheveled old fishermen.

“I thought these people would be made from tougher stuff.” You said in your language, making your warriors laugh, as you fixed the golden clasp of your crimson cloak. With one flick of your hand, your Spartan warriors started to march down the dock in a wild wave of red and gold. You were at the head, with Freydis and Araios, your second in command, by your side.

“Commander, I heard that this ‘Ivar the Boneless’ is a cripple. Talk about not being tough.” Araios chuckled. You did not not.

“So what? One of our gods, Hephaestus was crippled, yet he was a great warrior. I would not so lightly throw that statement around with malice.” You gave Araios a stern look, before continuing down the dock.

* * *

“I have been anticipating your arrival, Lady Y/n.” You came to a stop in front of the throne that King Harald Finehair was situated on. “We all have.” He finished, before waving his hand at Hvitserk, a Northman you had met in France, and a dark haired Viking that you had not yet met.

“You will address me as Queen or Commander Y/n.” You corrected King Harald. “Take your pick.” The dark haired Viking chuckled, before reaching out his hand.

“Do you know who I am?” He said, shaking your hand. Since he was obviously not King Harald, or Hvitserk, it was a simple enough equation to solve.

“You are Ivar The Boneless. Ragnar Lothbrok's youngest.” You said, making Ivar duck his head with a grin.

“And you have met my brother, I hear.” Ivar pointed to Hvitserk, who refused to make eye contact with you.

“Yes. I remember him. I had to put him in his place after he unsuccessfully tried to ‘woo’ me into bed.” You shot a look at Hvitserk, who was scratching the back of his head and glaring at his brother.

“Well, Queen Y/n, I am sure that we can thank the Gods that you and your men have arrived unharmed. Though, I must ask, where is Rollo?” King Harald said, moving from his throne to sit at a table with Ivar and Hvitserk, indicating for you to do the same.

“Yes, I give thanks to Poseidon for a good passage.” You said, taking a seat opposite the northmen. “As for Duke Rollo, he had urgent business along the Silk Road to attend to.”

“I am sure that you will fare well in his stead. But for now, make yourself comfortable. Tonight there will be a great feast to mark your arrival.”

* * *

Mushroom soup, bitter greens with tomatoes the size of peas, rare roast beef slices as thin as paper, dried salmon and whale in a green sauce, cheese you brought from Francia that melts on your tongue served with sweet blue grapes. The feast was certainly large and exciting. But it was not the type of food you and your warriors were used to. Usually, you had lean chicken breast and a small bunch of grapes, greens, bread and the occasional fish. All because a doctor in Athens had carried out research to conclude that those foods helped with building of muscle. The servants that the Northmen called ‘thralls’, were all young women dressed in greys rags, moved wordlessly to and from the table, keeping the platters and glasses full.

“Why are your Spartan soldiers eating outside?” Ivar asked you, finding it odd that only the warriors from Francia and Norway were in the feasting hall.

“We eat outside for the most part. You said, taking a sip of Mead. The drink of the northmen was certainly different to your usual wine, but it was a welcome difference. “They also sleep outside in trenches. My people believe that it makes them stronger. Little girls and boys born in Sparta, are placed in a number of trials. They have to fight and fend for themselves. If they can’t, they either are left on a hillside to die, or they are sent to the City of Athens as slaves.”

“We do something similar. We leave the weak out to die. But we do not test our children like that. Is that not too harsh?” Ivar said, leaning forward, making you chuckle.

“Ivar, if you want to be the best, you have to have the best warriors. And because I am sitting here right now, proves that you do not have the best warriors.” You said. Ivar narrowed his eyes as he tipped his cup of mead back and placed it on the table.

“We do have good warriors. We were just out numbered, because Bjorn had hired the help of the woodland fighters from Sweden.” Ivar crossed his arms, clearly annoyed that you would suggest his army was not sufficient. You had to laugh. Were these men being serious?

“Forgive me, I forget that the warriors of your people are not on the same level as mine.” You smirked into your horn of mead, watching as offence flickered over Ivars face.

“And why would you say that?” Hvitserk said, trying to defuse Ivars switch.

“The Battle of Thermopylae. Three hundred of my Spartan warriors fought against a vast army of the Persians. There were thousands of them, yet, we still won. Yes, we did have the advantage of land, being that we were on the high ground, but non the less. And you tell me that with a huge heathen army, you could not win because the other side had a couple hundred more warriors?” You said, making Ivar scoff.

“Well, then it was fated. The Gods were on your side, otherwise you would have lost.” Ivar said, making you frown.

“When my Spartan warriors fight, Ares grants us good will.” You narrowed your eyes and leaned forward. “But are you telling me that the Gods don’t favour you?”

“Don’t be stupid, of course the Gods favour us, afterall, they have allowed us to pull together an even bigger army.” Ivar said as he re-filled his horn with gritted teeth.

“In any case, it is up to fate now. Hmm?” Harald said, standing up. “Well, I must go now and see where Astrid has gotten to.” King Harald took on the last swig of Mead, before weaving his way through the crowd and through a door at the back of the room.

“Well, it is getting late. I better go find Freydis.” You said and stood up. “Have a good night.” You ignored Ivars grunt and nodded your head at Hvitserks ‘farewell,’ before following the same path as Harald.

“What do you think of her, brother?” Hvitserk asked cautiously, very aware of Ivars clenched jaw and his blue eyes baring into your back as you left. Ivars silence made Hvitserk bite his lip. He did not think he could bear his brother complaining about you for the next few weeks.

“She is arrogant and rather patronizing.” Ivar said, a smirk slowly curling his lip. “I like her.”

* * *

“You fight like a child.” You spat out a mouthful of salty crimson, swinging your bruised fist. Crack! The large white-haired viking toppled into the mud - for the third time. He had challenged you to a fight after he overheard you talking the night prior. But unfortunately for him, he just proved your point. You being half his size and a woman, he thought he could win the fight with ease. But you had only sustained a punch to the jaw, whereas he was sporting a broken and nose and multiple lost teeth.

“Þú eru witchr!” The man growled, stumbling up from the mud.

“No I am not a witch.” You side-stepped out of his way, as he lunged towards you, only to miss completely and stagger back down into the mud with a thump. “I am just better than you.”

“When I asked you to come help fight, I did not mean fight my men.” You heard a voice call. Turning around, you saw Ivar, who was leaning against a blacksmiths doorway. He stretched out his hand and beckoned you toward him.

“What do you want?” You asked, annoyed that you were interrupted.

“I was thinking about what you said last night.” Ivar said, tapping his crutch thoughtfully.

“So was he.” You pointed your thumb at White-Hair, who was still on the ground a few yards away. Ivar rolled his eyes and leaned forward.

“Not like that. I want you to train my warriors.” Ivar said, watching your expresion flicker.

“And why would I do that?”

“Do you want to win this battle?” He asked.

“I could win this battle easier without your men.” You retorted, crossing your arms. Did you not have enough to worry about?

“Then why don’t you?”

Part 2 coming soon.

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rosesinbloom7love · 2 years

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TheRuFumi Prompt Idea

What if? Au. Scenario: What if Naofumi’s world had familiars?

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Background: Naofumi’s world is one that USED to have magic in it, but as time went on and human society advanced, magic gradually died out and was replaced with technology.

However, one thing that didn’t die out from the magical era were familiars.

Familiars are magical creatures that have a special connection with a particular person and usually take the form of animals. These forms can range from looking like every day house pets to being a hybrid of a variety of animals, both average and mystical.

A familiar’s physical form is reflective of their human’s personality and behavior, because of this familiars’s appearance vary wildly from person to person.

Even among family members, each familiar has distinct features that are unique to that specific human individual. However, it is not uncommon for family members to have familiars of the same species or genus

A familiar’s appearance can also change over time as their human grows and matures as well as from life experiences and events.

However, despite their physical appearance being linked with their human’s emotions and personality, a familiar’s thoughts and behavior is not.

It’s important to remember that familiars are not mindless servants that follow your every order or a pet made for your entertainment, they are intelligent beings with their own thoughts and feelings.

That being said, the idea of a human purposely hurting their familiar in any way, is completely unheard of. The moment a person acquires a familiar, the two form an a strong bond that can only be broken in death.

Human feel an intense emotional attachment towards their familiar and are both physically and mentally unable to harm them. Most humans can’t even comprehend wanting to harm a familiar.

In turn, Familiars are fiercely protective of their human and will not hesitate to attack if they presume something or someone to be a threat to their human.

Familiars can also be used as a sort of guide. They have excellent intuition and judge or character. Even if their human is as dense as a brick wall, a familiar can easily tell if someone is a danger or not.

So, if your familiar is aggressively growling or hissing at the guy, who bought you a drink at the bar, it best to just get up and leave immediately.

However, the opposite is could also be said. A familiar that acts really friendly towards a person other than their human, is a sign that the person is not a threat and is someone you would have good relations with.

With that in mind, familiars are a great way to tell if a person is a good romantic partner for someone or not. Not just by how well a familiar gets along with their human’s significant other, but with how well two familiars get along.

Familiars that are very affectionate and caring to each other are a good indicator that two people are a good match and vice versa.

Some say a familiar can even lead you to your soulmate.

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Naofumi received his familiar at the tender age of three.

He remembers waking up to find a small, raven black dragon-like creature with a oval-shaped head, a long neck, two tiny round fiery red eyes, feathered wings, a long tail with a tiny fluff of fur at the end, and three short horns on either side of its head staring at him with curious eyes.

In normal instances, the young boy would have screamed and ran to his parents, but something in him knew that this animal meant no harm.

Naofumi remembers reaching a small hand up to touch the dragon to which the serpent lowers its head to let the boy pet it. Naofumi then remembers taking the dragon in his tiny arms and taking it to show his parents.

His parents were thrilled and explained that he had just gotten his familiar. They then told him to give it a name as every human does every human does.

Naofumi named the small dragon, whom he found to be female, ‘Sei’ and from that day on the two were inseparable.

One day, when Naofumi was about seventeen, he was out with Sei to check out a new game that had just release, when the dragon suddenly shot her head up in an alert fashion and looking around as if searching for something.

This obviously concerned Naofumi, but before he could ask what was wrong. Sei had leapt from Naofumi’s shoulder that she had been perched upon and flew off into a certain direction.

This caused Naofumi to panic and chase after the dragon.

When Naofumi finally caught up with Sei, he found the familiar laying on top the lap of a very handsome man with tan skin, deep crimson hair and matching crimson eyes.

The man had an amused smile on his face while gently scratching Sei, who was purring loudly.

This surprised Naofumi as Sei is usually quite wary of strangers and is typically likes to keep to herself. She also usually doesn’t allow most to pet her save for Naofumi and his younger brother, sometimes.

Naofumi walked up to the man and explained that the dragon he was petting was his familiar. The man apologized and explained that the familiar came out of no where and just laid herself on his lap.

The man then introduces himself as L’arc Berg.

The two talked for quite a bit until Naofumi remembered what he was out for and informed L’arc that he had to get going.

Suddenly, Naofumi felt a tug on his pants leg and looked down to see a medium wolf with crimson, red fur staring up at him with purple, wine eyes. It had large feathered wings on its back and a long, furry tail that swayed back and fort in a rapid fashion behind it.

L’arc laughed and explained that the wolf was his familiar and it seems he really likes Naofumi. Naofumi smiled and bent down to pet the wolf, who licked his face in response causing Naofumi to giggle.

Before Naofumi left L’arc handed him a piece of paper with his number on it and told Naofumi to call him sometime. Naofumi blushed slightly at that and nodded, before leaving with Sei in tow.

The next time Naofumi went to meet L’arc, he noticed L’arc was accompanied by a beautiful woman with long blue hair. L’arc introduced her as Therese Alexandrite.

Beside Therese was a small deer-like creature with a long thin tail that had long white fur at its ends, and a short white horn on its forehead. It was adorable to say the least.

For that day forward, Naofumi began seeing L’arc and Therese almost on a daily bases, before eventually all three began dating.

Naofumi guesses those stories about familiars leading you to your soulmate are more true then anyone realizes.

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Personal Headcannons:

L’arc, Therese, and Naofumi’s familiars are all mates, just like their humans! L’arc’s familiar is male and Therese’s familiar is female

All familiars have the ability to communicate to their human and each other via telepathy, but some do have the capability to speak human language. Sei has this ability, but doesn’t speak often. Regardless, if they can speak or not, all familiars can understand human speech.

Naofumi’s first night in Melromarc was spent answering questions about his world from the other heroes. Motoyasu tried to pet Sei, but she bite his hand in response. She knew he was trouble.

Best believe when Naofumi first met Myne, Sei hissed up a storm at her and almost attacked her whenever she got too close

Sei relationship with Raphtalia is akin to that of sisters with Sei acting as the older sister and Raphtalia being the younger sister.

Filo didn’t really like or trust Sei at first with her being a dragon and dragons being the natural enemies of filolial. However, since filolial don’t exist in Naofumi’s world, Sei feels no negative emotions towards Filo. Eventually, Filo grew to like Sei. Sei tries to keep Filo out of trouble and is quite protective of her.

Sei can grow or shrink in size as she pleases and can breathe fire like most dragons.

When Sei reached a high enough level she gained the ability to take on a demi-human form similar to Filo, expect as her demi-human form looks like that of a woman in her early 20s.

Of course, the other heroes thought she was another slave Naofumi bought against there will. Motoyasu even tried to challenge Naofumi to a duel for the third time. But Sei cleared that misunderstanding, she may or may not have threaten to bite Motoyasu’s head off while crushing his hands, when he tried flirting with her.

In terms of the other two heroes, Sei finds Itsuki annoying and inmature, while she’s pretty indifferent to Ren.

While, Sei loathes Myne and the king with every fiber of her body, she thinks the queen is cool and absolutely adores Melty.

The moment Sei sensed the presence of her mates, and L’arc and Therese by extension, she goes racing to where they are with Noafumi and his party chasing after her.

L’arc and Therese’s familiars gained demi-human forms as well.

#the rising of the shield hero #TheRuFumi #L'arc x Naofumi x Therese #What If? Au #Familiars

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leaves-and-inks · 3 years

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Bloomed Decay #2

Two posts back to back?! What?! This is the counterpart to my wolf skull! Don’t worry, the deer in the last post is not related to this one, despite the similar mushrooms haha. Nature claims more bone on a different, opposite yet alike skull. This one was as much of a blast as the other one, though I will admit that matching some colors to the other one was a little tricky haha. The question is, was this skull close to the wolf skull? Or is this phenomenon happening across great distances of land? Maybe we’ll have to wait and see…

If you don’t know what I mean by the previous wolf skull, feel free to check out the companion piece that I posted a week ago! Hope y’all have a great rest of your day/night ^^

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pepper-up-potion · 3 years

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Little miss spontaneous (Fred Weasley x Fem!reader)

Summary: Reader tries to be spontaneous for a day and fails miserably but her boyfriend Fred helps comfort her.

Warnings: Food and like, maybe some insecurity of not being spontaneous enough?? Idk if that makes sense but I think I should still put it in case. Also some stress but there’s comfort too.

Word count: 1778

A/n: This is my first time writing Fred Weasley and I‘m not sure I got it right?? But he just screams spontaneous to me. Like I don‘t think he‘s capable of planning anything other than pranks. So I found him quite fitting for this. Also the middle picture is not mine, credit to this person. The other two are blurry pics I took last summer holiday. Anyways, hope you like it :)

Fred groans as he is abruptly woken by a loud horn. Someone on his street is continuously honking their car horn. It’s been going on for over a minute before Fred grumpily sits up in his bed and places his chin on the bottom frame of his window.

He spots the source, a teal green convertible with cream leather seats. He groans and slides the window up to not to so kindly tell the driver to sod off. He fills his lungs in preparation to shout when the person beats him to it.

“Fred!” Shouts the driver. Fred gasps and quickly bundles up his firsts to rub at his sleepy eyes. Three floors down (y/n) is waving so vigorously, Fred fears she might lose her hand. She’s sitting in the driver's seat of the car smiling wide.

“(y/n)?” He calls back confused and slightly concerned.

“C’mon hurry up! Get dressed and let’s go!” She yells enthusiastically.

Fred gapes, unable to keep his jaw from dropping. Fred is convinced he’s dreaming this up. This is nothing like (y/n), she’s the type to whisper in libraries and spend nights planning for the days to come instead of attending parties.

“What?” Fred has a multitude of questions but that ones seems the best one to start with.

“Ughhh stop asking questions Freddie! Just do as I say.” The sudden order and dismission makes Fred knit his brows and dive deep into contemplation. He’s never seen her like this. (Y/n) is the type to plan every single part of her day even to last second. To his recollection, this was not something that they’ve planned and she would never leave him out of the loop.

“Fred? Are you coming?” Ask (y/n) slightly annoyed. Fred makes a small sleepy nod before getting out of bed with a grunt and putting on some clothes. He walks out of his apartment, rocking a very messy bedhead as he covers his yawn with a hand and carries his shoes in the other. He opens the door to the car and sits in the passenger seat. He starts lacing up his first shoe and without shooting a glance to (y/n) asks “So where are we going?”

After a long silence, he looks up. (Y/n) has her hands on the steering wheel, she’s looking forward with a look of deep thought. Fred can practically see the gears turning in her head. She turns her head to look at Fred and slowly says “Well, I don’t know actually. I hadn’t thought that far.” She dives back into her head trying to rack an idea for a destination.

Fred shrugs, “then drive.”

(Y/n) develops an even more confused look, something that Fred did not imagine possible. “Just drive.” He explains simply.

“Oh.” She stuns. “Yeah, okay, let’s do that.” She shakes her head vigorously the words giving her a little strength. This really isn’t like her, Fred thinks. She normally has a smart and definite answer to everything. But today she seems confused and dares Fred even think, distraught. She starts the car and drives towards the end of the street.

“Uh (y/n), sweetie, it’s that way. This street has no exit that way.” Fred points his thumb behind him to indicate she’s driving in the wrong direction. She harshly steps on the break and Fred silently thanks himself for putting his seatbelt on a couple seconds earlier. “Right!” She exclaims remembering the street she has visited many times over the year that she and Fred have been dating. “Sorry.” She mumbles with red cheeks as she uses a neighbour's driveway to turn around.

They drive in silence for a very long time. Fred is scanning her face as she goes through nervous, calm, and confused states. He looks at her fidgety hands that can never remain in the same place on the steering wheel for more than a couple seconds. He turns his attention to her outfit. It’s nothing like what she normally wears, the opposite of what he would expect to see her in. She never looks at Fred, she just stares at the winding road ahead, sometimes mumbling things to herself, too quiet for Fred to understand. They are driving on a picturesque highway, the mountains on the left and the ocean on the right. Neither of them knows where they are or where they are going.

Fred spots a small building to the right of the street. Next thing he knows he’s pointing to it and ordering (y/n) to pull over in the small parking lot. The sign is small but it’s a little diner that states to be open 24/7. They’re the only car in the parking lot and (y/n) stops the engine.

“Let’s eat, yeah? Have you had anything today? I’ve got a hankering for waffles drenched in syrup with just a little whip cream on top.” He uses his index and thumb to represent the small amount of whip cream he’s thinking of. His eyes are bright for the first time since he woke up. The thought of the sugary breakfast gives him energy. (Y/n) laughs for the first time that morning.

She orders a plate of a dozen eggs and four cheese toasts. Fred thinks it’s the most absurd thing she’s ever ordered given that she doesn’t like fried eggs and isn’t a quidditch player on a training diet.

When the food arrives he finally asks, mouth full, “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” He gestures to her with his fork.

She pushes at the eggs on her plate with a look of disgust. “What do you mean?” She looks at him with wide eyes.

“This isn’t you love.” He points out simply. She sighs in defeat but doesn’t say anything. Fred gives her an encouraging nod and she sits up a little.

“Well, I overheard Harry and Ron talking about how much I plan things and I’m never spontaneous and while I’m flattered they said they would want me to plan their wedding, I realized they’re right. I mean, when have I done something without planning it?”

Fred chuckles. “Well you sure proved them wrong today”

“This morning I woke up and put on an outfit I hadn’t planned the night before. I think that would have been enough maybe. But then I walked out my door and the next thing I knew I hoped in a car and drove to you.” She sighs again, evidently uncomfortable with the lack of planning.

Fred drops his fork which creates a loud noise in the otherwise quiet diner. “Do you mean to tell me you stole that car?” Fred asks in a whisper, his eyes lighting up.

“No!” She disputes. “Well, depends.” She mumbles.

“Merlin (y/n)! You stole a car?” He exclaims. Fred sounds much too excited for a stolen car.

“Would you keep your voice down?” She snaps. “It’s my friend’s uncle’s car and while I didn’t ask if I could use it I knew he wouldn’t be and one time my friend said I could borrow it.”

She suddenly goes pale. “Godric, Fred.” she says slowly as she slumps in her seat and covers her mouth with her hand. “I stole a car.” The guilt on her face makes Fred want to laugh. Of course, he understands this is the end of the world for her but he couldn't be more proud.

She hops out of the booth and gestured to Fred to do the same. “We have to go Fred. We have to put that car back!” She exclaims. Her voice is laced with panic.

Fred turns in his booth to face his horror-struck girlfriend. He grabs her hands in his and looks straight into her eyes. His eyes are soft and warm and most of all calm.

“How are you calm Fred? I’m a criminal! You’re having breakfast with a criminal!” She blurts. Fred worries she might pass out. She’s gone pale and her hands are cold as ice.

“(Y/n), sweetie, let’s finish breakfast first. We have no clue where we are or how we’re going to get back so let’s start with getting some food in our bodies okay? Then I’ll help you return the car.” He’s so calm when he speaks, it convinces (y/n) to move back to the booth. Fred makes a whiny sound and pulls her back by the wrist.

“Come sit next to me.” He scoots further into the booth to give her space. She squeezes next to him as he pulls her plate to their side of the table. He laces his hand with hers and starts eating again.

“You know I love you even if you plan everything.” He states. (Y/n)’s cheeks turn red and her face suddenly contorts into a big pout.

“Really?” She asks weakly. She turns to look at Fred who smiles softly.

“Yes.” He states simply. “We balance each other out. Haven’t you noticed how much more spontaneous you are when you’re with me? I’ve noticed how much more I plan things when I’m with you. We’re helping each other. It’s no good to be only spontaneous or only organized. Together we can become both.” He moves back to his plate as if he were just talking about the last quidditch match he saw, leaving (y/n) stunned.

“Though I must admit I love what you did today. I won’t let you forget this one.” He chuckles and plants an adoring kiss on her cheek.

(Y/n) laughs again for the second time that day. It’s much longer and fuller. Fred can practically hear the stress escaping with it. He smiles to himself, happy he could help her.

She grabs at her cheesy toast and finally starts eating. “I hadn’t thought about it that way. I knew I felt calmer with you but I never realized how good we were for each other.”

Fred nods happily. “The perfect match.” He says proudly.

They take up a light conversation as they finish eating. Once back in the car they create a plan to get back. It’s not planned out to the second but it’s good enough to get them back into town. Fred holds (y/n)’s hand as she drives back up the winding roads.

“Cute outfit by the way.” He teases, smirking at her.

She grimaces. “Maybe I’ll keep planning that part of my life.” She offers.

Fred bursts into laughs and soon they are laughing together, the wind blowing in their hair, the radio blasting. It might be one of their best memories yet.

#fred weasley #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #fred x reader #fred x you #harry potter #fred weasley imagine

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