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[allysunny]

Hello 👋 can I pls request dating and jealousy headcanons for Bale! Batman? The reader works in his company and is very sweet and generous? Thank you ❤️

Dating and Jealousy Headcanons | Bale!Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Words: 6k words

Warnings: None, I would say? Workplace relationship, if that's a tag, hahaha. Jealous and overprotective Bruce, one (1) makeout session and I don't think anything else? Do correct me if I'm wrong.

A/N: Hello everyone! Here's another one of my Bruce asks! I had a really fun time writing it - I love this man so much omg. I hope you guys have as much fun reading it as I had writing it!

Also I apologize if I got any of HR functions and tasks wrong, please do not kill me if they're not correct, I had to do some research, hahaha! Also, I've just realised how vague the information on Wayne Enterprises is. Like, what the hell do they do? I've been rewatching the movies because my family never has, and they're never clear about it lol. Except for the first movie and the whole "Thomas Wayne wouldn't want us to build war weapons" plot, what the hell do they do there???

At first, he had no idea who you were.

And honestly, could you blame him? He’s the owner of this enormous company that employs at least a hundred people.

You were working in the Human Resources department and were praised by every single one of your coworkers. You were the one keeping everything in check, from analysing performance and helping everyone set goals on what they wanted to achieve at work, to organising databases and generating reports. Those jobs should technically be made by at least 3 different people, but you were efficient and very professional, and most of the time took it upon yourself to oversee things and make sure all was running smoothly.

Bruce ran into you for the first time when you were checking on the Applied Sciences department. You had been sitting next to Lucius Fox, keeping a record of all the important work he’d done the last month, as well as going over the paperwork that outlined whatever his job entailed – while still in the AS department, Lucius was now a member of the board once again, and you wanted to make sure he had everything under control – as always, he did.

Bruce had walked in and raised an eyebrow. He’d never seen you before, were you one of his employees? Some relative of Lucius’s? His partner? Who the hell were you, and what were you doing in here?

“Ah, Mr. Wayne.” Lucius said with a nonchalant smile, standing up to shake his hand in a warm greeting. “As always, it’s a pleasure to see you. I was going over my Monthly Workplace Wellness Check with Miss [L/N] over here, and it seems all is in order.

“Mr. Wayne,” you greeted him, standing up and offering him your hand. This was your boss – the Bruce Wayne, the Prince of Gotham, arguably the richest and wealthiest man in the city, the boss, the man you’d never actually seen, but everyone spent no expense in talking about. And they did not lie – the man in front of you was handsome, with dark brown hair carefully slicked back and warm brown eyes that scanned you over carefully. He looked far too good in his navy suit, and you tried your best not to let your gaze linger on him – it would be unprofessional, and you wouldn’t want to be fired for sexual harassment.

Bruce, on the other hand, thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes upon. Your body was being snuggly hugged by a pretty, dark pencil skirt, and you wore a white dress shirt with flowy sleeves. The first two buttons were open, exposing a small patch of delicate skin and a leaf pendant. Cute.

Slipping his aloof mask back on, he shook your hand, relishing the feel of your hand on his. Your grip was firm – you were clearly trying not to be intimidated by him, but there was also something very tender about it.

“Miss [L/N], is it?” he asked, leaning back and placing his hands inside his pants pockets.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ve never seen you around here – are you new or something?”

You tried not to flush in embarrassment. It’s only normal he wouldn’t even know who you were. After all, he’s got a whole company to take care of. And it’s not like you hung around the top floors a lot – your work was among everyone else, not the board. They had their own assistants for that.

“No sir – I’ve been working here for a few years. I’m HR Director.” You replied, trying to sound confident. This was your job and you’d been doing it very well – extremely well – and you were proud of it. It was a great opportunity to let your boss know of how great of a worker you were.

“HR Director, huh?” Bruce hummed, turning to Lucius once again. “You familiar with Miss [L/N]?”

“Yes sir,” the older man replied, smiling confidently at you. “She’s been overseeing most departments for about five years now. She’s the reason everything’s going so smoothly.”

“Really?” Bruce raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lot of responsibility.”

“Yes sir, it is,” you nod. “I’m very proud of my job.”

Bruce took one good look at you once again and nodded.

“Fox, I wanted to check on you about some of the, well, some of the orders we placed last week. But seeing that you’re busy, I’ll return later.”

Lucius nodded and sat back down. Unlike you, he felt comfortable around Bruce, even if he was his boss. After all, who else had helped Bruce Wayne spelunking?

“How about I fax you when I’m done?”

“Oh, I can – I could come back later if you wished to talk to Mr. Fox right now?” You asked, quickly turning to your desk to retrieve your clipboard and pens.

“No need, Miss [L/N],” Bruce responded, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt an employee doing a good job. I’ll wait for Fox’s fax.”

You placed your clipboard down and nodded, offering him a small smile.

“Thank you, sir.”

Bruce found himself returning it, before turning to Lucius and nodding in acknowledgement and then walking away.

“I’m quite sure he’s gone, Miss [L/N].” Lucius announced, an amusing smile playing in his lips. You nodded, trying to get that flustered look off your face.

The man next to you supressed a chuckle – he was sure the first thing his boss would do when he got to his office was do a thorough research on his HR Director. And it’s not like he hadn’t noticed the heat that seemed to have crept up on your cheeks. He shook his head and turned to you, focusing on the Wellness Check.

Lucius was right. The first thing Bruce did when he got to his office, was do some research on you. Who you were, what job you held exactly you held, how long you’d been in the company. Not in a creepy way (or so he tried to convince himself), more in a “How come I’ve gone so long without knowing my HR Director? Who knows what kind of people are working in my company, and how come I don’t know them all? Who knows what their true intentions are” kind of way. Not that he doubted you – Lucius wasn’t the type to lie – but he was… Curious. Very curious.

He also decided to ask around about you. No one would know you and your work better than the people that interacted with you daily.

The word around was that you were an exemplary employee. Professional, hardworking, and kind to a fault. Everyone told Bruce about how incredible your work ethic was, and how helpful you were. How you always offered an arm when asked for a hand, how you’d go the lengths to help your coworkers even if it meant you would work overtime.

“She’s quite incredible, Mr. Wayne. Very efficient, very focused,” his board members would tell him, going over the fantastic things you’d done for the company. “She’s actually personally trained each of our interns herself – that’s why they’ve picked up on their work so quickly.”

“I don’t know about your department, but we work better when she’s overseeing us. [Y/N] is really kind, she’s very firm in her job, but never rude. You know what I mean?”

[Y/N], huh? Pretty name.

“She’s an excellent communicator, fights barely happen when she’s around because she makes everyone feel heard and understood.”

“Her initiatives have significantly enhanced our company culture, that’s for sure.”

“Her consistency to always go above and beyond in her efforts would make Thomas Wayne proud. This is what he would’ve wanted Wayne Enterprises to be about.”

There were many the people that mentioned his father’s name along with yours. How he’d be proud of you, how he’d give you a promotion right away, how workers like you were exactly what he needed in his company. And Bruce was intrigued. Because, how come such a gem was working under him, and he had no idea?

He had to change that, clearly.

“Miss [L/N]?” he asked you once as you were about to leave for the day. You turned around and couldn’t hide the way your eyes widened in surprise. What did your boss want? And how come he’d remembered your name?

“Yes, Mr. Wayne?” you looked up at him and tried to focus. A million thoughts were running through your head. What did he want? Why had he chased you? Oh goodness, had he chased you? Had he run a background check on you of some sorts and was unsatisfied with the work you were doing? Were you going to be fired? You couldn’t – you’d been working here for about five years and never once slacked off. This couldn’t be happening, could it?

“I was wondering if you would like to join me to dinner later this week.” The words rolled smoothly out of his mouth, practiced, precise. He knew what he wanted and was not going to play around.

“Dinner?” you repeated, furrowing your brows. “This week? With you?”

“Dinner, this week, yes. That’s what I said.” Bruce nodded, and patiently awaited a response. He knew it might be weird. Your boss, whom you did not know, suddenly asked you for dinner?

You stared at him, running his words over in your head. Your boss wanted to have dinner with you. Your boss. Bruce Wayne wanted to have dinner with you. Part of your brain told you this was a terrible idea. Everyone knew what the papers said about Bruce Wayne, that he was a womanizer, a playboy. You didn’t want to be just another name in a long line of women he slept with.

But there was something inside of you that kept screaming “GO TO DINNER WITH BRUCE WAYNE PLEASE. YOU LITERALLY HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE”.

Except perhaps, your job. What if he asked something of you, something you couldn’t give him? What if he punished you for it? What if, all along, this was a big ploy to check his sources and get you fired?

“Miss [L/N]? Is everything alright?” Bruce asked, looking at you in concern.

Screw it. You were a damn good employee. There was no way your boss was going to fire you, murder you, or whatever other silly ideas were going around in your head. You shook them away and looked at him once again, smiling.

“Yes, sorry. Everything is fine. And yes, dinner sounds really nice. Thank you for inviting me.”

Bruce gave you a polite nod, before looking behind you, where his limo went.

“I will send you the details later then. Is Thursday okay?”

“Yes! Thursday is fine.”

Bruce nodded again, and looked at his limo, this time with a tad more urgency.

“Miss [L/N], I would offer you a ride home, but I have quite the long list of errands to attend to. I will see you later this Thursday then.” He smiled – he smiled – and made his way towards a black limo, where an older man dressed nicely opened the door for him.

You couldn’t help staring as the car drove away.

You were going to dinner with your boss. With Bruce Wayne.

Surely, there was no need to panic, right?

Turns out, there hadn’t been no need to panic at all.

In fact, things went great.

Dinner with Bruce had been surprisingly pleasant.

It started out a bit awkward, with you not really knowing what your position there was, but after Bruce reassured you there was nothing wrong with your performance at work, you relaxed.

And surprisingly, so did he.

He found himself conversing with you the way he hadn’t done in a long time – casually, truthfully, openly. Sure, he didn’t tell you all of the secrets he kept, but he was genuine in his answers about his favourite memories from his childhood, or his hobbies, what season he liked the most, or whatever other question you had for him.

It felt nice to have a companion who wasn’t merely interested in his name or title or wealth. You didn’t seem to care about those, preferring to get to know Bruce Wayne the man, as opposed to Bruce Wayne the name.

He asked you about your life and you replied truthfully as well, telling him stories from when you were growing up, sharing some of your hopes and dreams, and opening up about yourself.

Bruce thought you were fascinating – at first he thought the things people said about your kindness were just polite office talk, but after spending 20 minutes with you, he realised how true they were. You’d smiled at everyone on the way to the restaurant, letting an old couple go inside before you (even though you two had arrived much earlier), refused to ask for anything without a gentle “Please” at the end.

And he could tell you weren’t fake – he was often met with fake smiles and faux politeness everywhere he went, but he could tell you were genuine, and it just made him even more interested in you. After all, not only you were beautiful, with your hair carefully tucked behind your ears, and a fitting dress that, while modest, still managed to make you stand out, but you seemed to be beautiful inside as well.

By the time you got to dessert, you were laughing heartily, head thrown back as joy overtook you. Bruce had been telling you about the worst excuses he’d made to get out of social events, and the last few truly were something. You then realised he was not the man media portrayed him to be. No, he seemed much more down to earth, more focused, more sensible. Not at all the reckless playboy gossip magazines painted him as. It was a pleasant surprise, and you were enjoying every minute of your evening.

At the end of the night, he drove you to your apartment (more like gave you a lift, since his driver – whom you learned to be his butler Alfred – was the one who had taken you to the restaurant in the first place) and walked you to your door, like a true gentleman. You giggled and swayed a bit, having drank a tad too much of wine. You weren’t drunk, no, but you could feel that pleasant buzz flowing through your veins, the one that made you gigglier and happier and made everything a bit funnier.

Bruce steadied you by letting you hold onto his arm and caught you when you tripped on the stairs to your building. You laughed loudly and he pulled you up, allowing you to face him clearly. Your breath caught in your throat, and you giggled once more when you realised how close you were, and how you could feel the alcohol on his breath.

“I really liked tonight,” you said, nodding along to your words. You had been drinking, but you weren’t dumb, and weren’t going to ruin the lovely night you’d had. As far as you were concerned, this could simply be a dinner for him to try and get to know you better, and not anything remotely romantic.

His next words changed your mind.

“Me too,” he said. “I’m sorry if my invitation was abrupt. You’ll have to forgive me, but when I saw you working with Fox that day, I was curious.”

“Curious?”

“Yeah. Everyone said wonders about you, and you seemed like a great worker, and not to mention you’re quite beautiful – “

“You asked about me?” you giggled, covering your mouth with your hand. Somehow, that was the line your brain picked up in this whole conversation. “You’re a stalker!”

“And I apologize for that.” Bruce steadied you once again when you leaned back to laugh and let out a dry chuckle. “But I really enjoyed our evening. I was hoping that you’d accompany me to dinner some other time?”

You looked at him, eyes now getting heavier. The wine was working its magic, and instead of moving around, you stood very still, enjoying the feel of Bruce’s arms around you.

“Dinner? Some other time?”

“Yes.”

“Like a date?” You don’t know what prompted you to say that out loud. That’s what you were wondering, yes, but you weren’t actually going to say it out loud, too scared to face rejection, too scared that this whole thing was a misunderstanding, and he wasn’t interested in you at all.

Bruce looked at you, surprised by your forwardness. Not that he wasn’t thinking the exact same thing – he was – but he thought he’d have to be the one doing the pursuing. After all, he was the “stalker”, as you put it.

“Yes, [Y/N], as a date,” he nodded. “Like a date. As I said, I’m interested in you. I know it might not be appropriate, seeing as I’m your boss, but I won’t lie and say you haven’t caught my eye, and I would really like to go on another date with you.”

You smiled, hands resting on the collar of his coat.

“This was a date?”

He shrugged, “If you want it to be.”

You pretended to think, placing a delicate finger on your chin, and looking away.

“Hmmmm…. I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.” Playing the part, you stepped away from him and tried to climb the stairs to your building door. Unfortunately, your foot caught onto one, and the floor went flying on your direction.

Luckily, steady arms wrapped around your waist, preventing you from falling face first. Bruce pulled you to him once again, and this time he swore he could see all the specks in your pretty eyes. Heat rose to your cheeks, and you couldn’t look away. Bruce’s eyes fell to your lips for a brief second, and you followed his gaze, wishing he would close the distance between you too.

But Bruce Wayne might be a lot of things and do a lot of things – but he wouldn’t take advantage of you. Not right now, when the wine was clearly getting to your head. He was going to do this properly.

He pushed away from you and gave you a friendly pat on the arm. Upon seeing the way your face fell, he mentally kicked himself. Shit. It was the wrong thing to do, wasn’t it? He should’ve just kissed you. But you weren’t thinking straight. And he didn’t want to take advantage of that.

“Goodnight, [Y/N].” He said, offering you a smile.

“Why are you such a goddamned coward?” A tiny voice in your head asked repeatedly. Why didn’t you just kiss him? You had a great time, didn’t you? He said so himself. He called it a date. He wanted to go on another. Why were you always so scared of going for what you wanted? Why dint you just take the plunge and do what you wanted to for once in your life?

Shaking away your nerves, you stepped forward and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Goodnight, Bruce.” You said, nodding in contempt and walking towards your building. By the grace of some god up above, you found your keys rather quickly and didn’t have to deal with the awkwardness that would’ve surely followed, so you just walked inside and closed the door behind you.

It was Alfred who had to break Bruce out of his trance.

“Perhaps you could take a picture of the building and take it with you, seeing as it is far too cold for you to stare at the real thing the entire night.” He said in a sarcastic manner, causing Bruce to stare at him and get in the car, but not without shooting one last look at the building.

He’d see you again for sure.

Things went smoothly after that.

You went out a few more times, and within about two months, he officially asked you to be his girlfriend. You accepted of course – after all, you were just as head over heels for him as he was for you.

You had to settle some boundaries for your office life to work out. You didn’t want anyone thinking you were shagging your boss for a promotion, or financial extras – not at all. So, you set some ground rules.

No PDA at work – this was rule number one, and it was the most important one. After you two started dating, Bruce found himself seeking you out more during the day, just to catch up or look at you (he was whipped). You’d noticed, and it was hard keeping yourself away from him. PDA was a big no-no. You two had to be professional and keep your personal relationship out of the office.

No pet names, no endearment terms, and minimal contact as it was. He’d once nearly gotten himself in trouble, having to switch from “My dear” to “Miss [L/N}”. It was tough and some employees looked at him funny, but he just walked away with his Wayne confidence, and no one said a word.

If you two did want to meet, it’d have to be after work hours, or during breaks, and in private. You would often bring him lunch, sit by his side in his office and just talk about your day and go over work stuff. He liked the privacy his office offered. He could have you in his lap, laugh about whatever silly reality show the Gotham gossip channels had on, and just enjoy some time off work.

No special treatment of any sort. This was very important. He couldn’t turn a blind eye to any problems you’d caused or any work you hadn’t done properly. Thankfully for him, you’d always been an excellent worker and he never had to reprimand you nor scold you. But he also couldn’t just praise you for every little thing you did – at least not at work.

It was hard, to say the least.

At home, you enjoyed being close to him, away from prying eyes, doubtful employers or clingy assistants who wanted his everlasting attention. And you could manage just fine at work as well – sure, you didn’t like seeing other workers drool all over him and beg for him to look their way, but you were also always far too busy to pay them any attention. After all, you had so much work to do.

But Bruce couldn’t say the same thing.

He’d go down a few floors to check on one particular project, or to supervise a series of workers, and find you busying yourself around with tasks, giving orders, keeping files in check, and turning in reports, and you’d look so great doing all of that. Efficient, hard-working. That’s what everyone had called you.

But then he’d see every other person had noticed the same. He could see the way other men looked at you, calling you over to ask questions and chit chat with you. They’d try to make you laugh, offering you charming smiles when they achieved so, and Bruce had to control every fibre in his being not to walk over to where you were and punch those smug grins off their faces.

Their games didn’t work on you though. You’d politely decline their advances, and declare you were taken, but some of them were too damn persistent. To those, you simply wished a good day and returned to your tasks. Something inside Bruce beamed with pride, and he would be lying if he said their upset faces did not bring him joy.

“C’mon [Y/N], it’s just one dinner. What wrong can that do, huh? I’ll take you to some place real nice,” a man in the same department as yours once pleaded, holding your hands in his. Bruce’s jaw twitched and you firmly moved away from him.

“Sorry Joe, I told you, I’m very busy. And even if I wasn’t, I have a very loving partner, and would never cheat on them.” Your voice was calm, but he could tell you weren’t comfortable with the way he touched you.

Joe scoffed.

“Some partner you have – you leave by yourself every single day. How come they never come pick up their missus, huh? If I had a girl like you, I’d come pick her up every day. What kind of douchebag leaves his girlfriend all alone? C’mon – one dinner with me and you’ll forgetting all about that idiot.” Joe moved towards you once again to grab your arm, but you moved away, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I told you; I wasn’t interested. And please do not touch me. Now, you should get back to work. Your monthly reports tell me you’ve been slacking, and I would hate to have to give you a warning.” You said firmly, raising your chin and gripping your clipboard tighter.

Joe scrambled for words, and you walked away. While brushing past Bruce, you could feel the smirk in his voice as he whispered “That’s my girl” for only you to hear.

But sometimes, he had to jump in and save you.

Well, perhaps save wasn’t the right word.

Because you didn’t need saving – he was just jealous.

You were taking a break from your weekly roundups, sitting at your desk, and chatting happily with your closest work friends. You leaned forward to whisper in a woman’s ear, and the both of you leaned back in laughter.

“Good morning, ladies,” a man in a nice-looking dark blue suit said, approaching the two of you. His blonde hair fell loosely over his eyes, and he did little to nothing to tame it.

“Raph! Hey – you’ll not believe what [Y/N] just told me,” your friend smiled, and “Raph” bent over to listen closely to what she whispered to him. He widened his eyes in surprise, before snorting in response.

“You’re kidding.” He turned to you.

You shook your head, biting the pencil you’d taken to your lips. Bruce had half a mind to walk over to you and claim your lips then and there.

“Nope. Saw it with my own eyes.”

The three of you laughed again, and Raph quickly looked around. He clearly did not notice his boss staring at them from across the room, so he pulled up a chair nearby and sat down.

You three engaged in lively conversation, and Bruce fumed at the sight of you leaning towards him every so often and giggling, bending over to whisper in his ear and touch his arm. Why were you so god damn close to him? Was there something going on between the two of you? Why the hell did he not keep his hands to himself?

Bruce’s patience snapped when he saw Raph take your hand in his and place a dramatic kiss on your knuckles. You looked at him and rolled your eyes, doing your best to pry your hand from his.

“Let go of me Raph, you’re absolutely disgusting.” Bruce noticed the way you smiled as you spoke each one of your next words, and something twisted in his stomach. A very ugly feeling that told him he did not like the way you seemed so close to Raph, nor the way he seemed to touch you so effortlessly. Why the hell was he touching you in the first place? Did he not know you were taken? He decided then and there this had to stop. This man needed to get his hands off you, right this moment.

“I’m serious – ugh – get off me, you’re sick! Get away!”

“I believe the lady has told you to let go of her hand.” Bruce’s voice echoed in the room, and nearly everyone stopped what they were doing to look at him. Your breath caught in your throat and Raph, who was sitting next to you, quickly stood up, brushing his suit.

“Sir – Mr. Wayne, I wasn’t – “

“Working? Clearly. Shouldn’t you be occupying yourself with your tasks at hand, other than harassing your coworkers?” The words left his mouth with venom, and he looked very angry – part of you had to stifle a laugh.

“Mr. Wayne, I promise I wasn’t harassing, I was – “

“Get back to your job before I do something about it.”

Raph shot you an apologetic look before scurrying away.

“Miss [L/N]?”

“Yes?”

“A word.”

You shrugged bashfully at your friend and followed Bruce. He led you away from your department, looking inside each passing room to find one that was empty. Once he found what he was looking for, he pushed you inside, locked the door behind you, and pressed himself against you, kissing you passionately.

A gasp left your lips before you returned his kiss, hands instinctively wrapping around his neck and in his hair. He licked your lower lip as if asking for permission, and you granted it with a soft whimper which he swallowed, hands deftly pulling your hips closer and closer to him.

When you broke away for air, you noticed how flustered he was, and how his lips and chin were covered in lipstick.

“What was – what was that for?” you asked, panting.

“Couldn’t stand to see that bastard all over you,” Bruce muttered, before moving on to press kisses against the column of your neck. You sighed in pleasure and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Raph is just a friend.”

Bruce snorted.

“Yeah, and he’s clearly interested in you. Idiot. Doesn’t he know you’re mine?”

At these words, you pushed away from him and burst out laughing.

“Mind explaining what’s so funny?” Bruce asked you, raising an eyebrow.

“Bruce,” you managed to say in between laughs, “Honey, Raphael is gay!” You kept laughing, staring at his dumbfounded expression.

“What?”

“Honey, he’s gay! We were talking about how I found his work crush sending dick pics to some random guy on Grindr!”

Bruce stopped in his tracks; brows furrowed in confusion.

“Gay?”

“Yes! He’s not interested in me silly – we’re just friends.”

“Oh.”

You resumed laughing, before adjusting your clothes and trying to wipe some of the lipstick off his face.

“Bruce, were you jealous?” you asked, cocky grin playing in your lips.

“No – I wasn’t – “

“Oh gosh, you were!” You smiled warmly at him. It was flattering, and you felt slightly bad for him. He had been worrying over nothing. “You don’t have to, you know?”

“They’re all after you. I know it.”

“They’re really not,” you replied, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. “And even if they were, I only have eyes for you. You know that right?”

He nodded, kissing you again.

“Besides,” you pulled away for air, fiddling with his tie. “If anything, I should be the jealous one. Every woman in this building is in love with you. And your personal assistant has tried not once, not twice, but three times bending over your desk, so you’ll look at her chest.”

Bruce shook his head, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“I couldn’t care less. I only have eyes for you.”

“Well then, you have to learn to behave. This is still my workplace, and I still have to interact with all of these people. And unless you want everyone finding out about us, you’re gonna have to learn how to deal with your jealousy better.”

He sighed, dropping his head to rest it on your chest. You smiled and ran fingers through his hair absentmindedly.

“I only have eyes for you, you know.”

“And I only have eyes for you.” He replied, before straightening up and fixing his hair and clothes. He looked at you for confirmation and you nodded, wiping whatever lipstick he had on his face, and fixing his tie and shirt. “Perfect”, you mumbled.

Bruce gave you a quick kiss and you walked outside. He’d wait a few minutes before following.

He really needed to work on those jealousy issues.

And he did!

Sort of.

He tried not to think too much about it when coworkers of yours praised and complimented you. “Hey [L/N], heard the turnover rates stabilised thanks to you! Good job!”. “Nice outfit, [Y/N]. Makes your eyes stand out. Very nice.”. “Hey, you saw this week’s morale reports? They skyrocketed – you’re too good at your job, we should all just quit.” It made his blood boil.

He tried not to think too much when your colleagues brought you any sorts of gifts. Coffee, when you were feeling tired, cookies or some other snacks when you were hungry, some even offered to go get you full fledged meals like salads or other dishes from the cafeteria just so you could keep working. You were so kind to everyone – it was only natural the ones around you reciprocated. And Bruce loved it – he loved that people recognised how generous you were, how downright good you were, and wanted to repay in kind. But it still made him somewhat envious.

So, he decided to take action.

One particular morning, he found you in your floor, working tirelessly. It had been a very stressful week, and you’d been far too busy to even visit him at the Manor or have dinner with him. He missed you. Missed your smiles, your laughter, your voice, your touch. Alfred was positive he was behaving like a child whose favourite blanket had been taken from him. It was endearing, yet also somewhat pathetic.

He approached you from behind, ignoring the surprised and stunned gazes everyone around you gave him. He embraced you from behind, dropping his head to your neck, and kissing you there.

You gasped in surprise, face covered in an expression of astonishment. What was going on? Was that Bruce? What was he doing here? And why was he kissing your neck? You were in the middle of organising a few very important reports and did not have time for distractions of any sort.

“Bruce – what are you doing?” you whispered, voice laced in shock.

“You’ve been working so hard, my love,” he said, intentionally loud for everyone to hear. “You should take a break.”

“Bruce, we’re working – we can’t – why are you – “ you had no words. No PDA, no nicknames, no special treatment. Why was Bruce breaking these rules all of a sudden?

“I missed you, of course. You’ve been exhausting yourself. Look at what I brought you,” he placed a cup of coffee on top of your desk, and you gasped. It wasn’t just any coffee; it was a very special brand that you only got one or two times due to how expensive it was. “You need sustenance.”

“Wow, Bruce, I mean, thank you so much, but you didn’t have to – “

“Of course I had to. Can’t have my beautiful girlfriend burning out, now, can I?” He lifted himself up and faced you clearly. He then proceeded to dip down and capture your lips with his, hand cupping your cheek and rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. He parted from you slightly, and whispered against your lips, “I couldn’t pretend anymore. Couldn’t stand being away from you. Screw everyone else. If they have a problem, they can come and talk to me. I’m the boss, after all, aren’t I?”

You looked at him through your lashes and offered him a soft smile. You couldn’t lie; you too missed Bruce, and it was getting harder and harder to pretend you didn’t know him at all. You gave him a soft tug on his tie and pressed another kiss to his lips. He could feel your smile against him, and it only made him smile in return.

Bruce then stood up, straightened his suit, and caressed your cheek.

“I bought lunch. Meet me in my office in two hours?”

“Yeah. I’d like that very much.”

He stole another kiss from you, causing you to chuckle, and walked away, as if he hadn’t just shocked the entire HR department to hell and back with his actions.

It didn’t matter.

They all knew you were his now.

A/N: And that's it! I hope you guys enjoyed it! I love this man so much okay. And wish me luck, going to rewatch TDKR with the family. Yesterday we watched TDK and I don't think my family understood the sheer magnitude of that movie... 😔

Oh well! It'll be fun!

Once again, thank you very much! And please keep your eyes wide open, I have a surprise coming up for everyone!

Have an amazing day ahead!

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne x you #bale!bruce wayne #bale!batman x reader #bale!batman #bale!bruce wayne x reader #the dark knight #the dark knight trilogy #nolanverse #the dark knight fanfic #the dark knight fanfiction #nolanverse fanfiction #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman fanfiction #batman x reader #batman x fem!reader #bruce wayne x fem!reader

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Benson Fong (The Scarlet Clue)—Do the Charlie Chan movies suck? yes, yes they do. HOWEVER. benson fong is so delightful and the only piece of propoganda I'm going to submit for him is him, right here, rolling his eyes at 39:25 [submitted link]

Ronald Colman (Arrowsmith, Random Harvest, Prisoner of Zenda)—1920s heartthrob to 1930s matinée idol to 1940s silver fox Oscar winner to 1950s comedy radio star, this man could do it ALL. I feel he is unfairly neglected today despite his smile making it into P.G. Wodehouse novels and the knee-melting qualities of his voice making it into a Rodgers & Hammerstein musical. A women's college made him the winner in their hottest celebrity poll in 1942, and I am right there with them. He was by all accounts an absolutely lovely person, as well, but I recognize that this poll is about the hotness and I think that Ronald Colman deserves more recognition for being ridiculously handsome and doing heartbreaking face-acting and having weaponizable quantities of charm. Also he saved David Niven's life (according to the latter's memoir) by shooting a shark once. Very sexy of him.

This is round 2 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

"I wanna give some propaganda for Ronald Colman! His face acting made him a star in the silent era but when the arrival of the talkie brought one megastar after another down to earth he was one of the only ones to become more popular due to his voice, and became the blueprint for the “mellifluous voiced Englishman” type that Laurence Olivier and James Mason would later become known for. And to prove it here he is reading Shakespeare"

#benson fong #ronald colman #hotvintagepoll #round 2 #fuck that old man

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

tw: deer hybrid!Joshua, hawk fem!reader, possessiveness, degradation, pain kink, sub!shua, hard dom!reader, pegging, hair(?)pulling, scratching, mentions of alcohol, use of pet names, aftercare

@strawberryya @choism @idyllic-ghost @junkissed @duhnova @wonwussy @onlyseokmins @flowerwonu

"Hey there, handsome"

"Um, hello" Joshua turns his attention to the girl swirling the flute of champagne in her hand, "What can I do for you, ma'am?"

"Ma'am? Please, I'm not an old lady" she chuckles, swishing her reddish tail, "And I think you can do a lot of things for me"

"Oh? Like what?"

"First of all, your horns are so pretty! They almost look like a crown" she flirts with the man, "Yet they blend in with your pretty hair so well..."

"Thank you, I appreciate the...compliment" Joshua laughs, running a hand over his pitch black antlers.

To be frank, the little flirty chat made your chest swell with pride because that's your boyfriend and he's the center of attention of this event - but as a hawk, you want to rip out this fox bitch.

"Can I touch your horns, Joshua?"

Aw hell no.

Within milliseconds, you're right next to Joshua, effortlessly sliding into the conversation, wrapping one arm around his waist, the other on his chest.

"Oh hello love, want to join us?"

"Of course - Hi, I'm Y/N, I'm Joshua's girlfriend" you introduce yourself, stretching out your hand, your hawk eyes scanning the now alerted fox hybrid.

"Um, hi, nice to meet you" she nervously replies, "Your...boyfriend has pretty horns-"

"They are called antlers"

"Um, yeah....Sure..." she gulps down the rest of her champagne, "I'm sorry, I-I will be taking my leave now" she scurries away and you swear you heard a yelp from her.

"Damn, Y/N, you scared off the poor girl" Joshua jokes, taking a sip from his drink, but his smile dies down when he sees your seething eyes.

"Really, Shua? The poor girl? That was a fox. A fox who wanted to touch my boyfriend's antlers - your antlers" you rake your black, manicured nails on his crisp suit, lips mere centimeters away from his.

"Maybe I should have told her about the real purpose your pretty antlers serve, Joshie"

He lets out a shaky exhale, his hand gripping the pristine glass, a faint blush covering his cheeks, his now bashful gaze averting your sharp eyes.

"Fuck, fuck! I'msorryI'msorryI'm sorry!" Joshua moans out loud, hands fisting the sheets, the muscles on his back flexing, covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"Are you, Joshie? Are you really sorry? You don't seem like it" you run your claw-like nails over his back, leaving long, red streaks on his skin, reaching all the way to his spotted tail.

You're mercilessly pounding his hole with your strap, having ordered him to stay on all fours - a fitting punishment.

"Shit, I really am! Please, I'm telling the truth, Y/N, fuck, just let me cum!" he begs you with a hoarse voice, his arms starting to give out, cock swinging almost painfully between his parted legs, needy and utterly untouched.

"You're so pretty when you beg like a whore, Joshie" you pull him by his antlers, making his back arch up in the air, his fingertips now barely touching the mattress, fucking him faster than before.

The position puts a strain on his muscles, but Joshua has half of a sane brain to give a shit, because he's so close to cumming and he just fucking loves it when you use him like that.

"I will ask you again - are you sorry, whore?"

"Yes! Yesyesyesyes, please, it won't happen again, you're the only one who can touch me and my antlers, please, baby!" he nearly yells, the dull sting on the roots of his scalp bringing him even closer to his orgasm.

"Good boy. Now you can cum"

And he does. He cums harder than he ever has, body convulsing on the bed, his cock spurting rope after rope of cum on the sheets, staining them with his release. His eyes are struggling to stay open, his hole still stuffed with your strap.

"Easy now, baby, careful" you coo at him, immediately slipping out of him and your dominant persona, hugging him from behind to not let him fall on top of the now dirty sheets.

"Shua, can you move? Are you with me?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm good, just....gimme a sec to catch my breath" he huffs quietly with a smile.

"Was I too harsh on you?"

"You were rough, but that doesn't mean I didn't like it, love" he reassures you, patting your thigh, a relieved smile on your face.

"Come on, let's go get cleaned up."

#svthub #joshua smut #svt joshua #joshua hong #hong jisoo #svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen #tw: alcohol

[petitelepus]

FOX'S WEDDING, PART 11

KITSUNE!RENGUKO KYOJURO X FEM!READER

Summary: It's the morning after your movie night and you get unexpected visitors.

Warnings: Kissing

A/N: Female Reader, Kitsune Kyojuro, Kitsune Senjuro, Kitsune Rengoku, Monster Musume!AU

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18 II PART 19

You groaned tiredly as you slowly started to wake up. You were so tired. What had you done earlier night? Oh yeah, you watched a movie with the Kitsune brothers and you had taken a couple of hard lemonades, and gotten tipsy, and then-!

You heard a soft sigh coming beside you and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you remembered the rest. You had gone to sleep with your fiance!

You glanced over your shoulder and blushed at the sight of Kyojuro sleeping there soundly next to you, but to your confusion, you heard another voice. You glanced over at your fiance and saw his little brother sleeping there with you guys. When did Senjuro get there?

Either way, you had to take the chance and get the fuck out. Carefully, you attempted to sneak out of bed, but the moment you tried to move, Kyojuro's hold on you tightened and you found yourself stuck there by his side.

"Kyojuro…?" You tried to whisper but the man didn't react at all. He was soundly asleep and no matter how much you tried to wiggle your way out, you got nowhere. Sighing, you decided that you should just continue sleeping and wait until the foxes would wake up.

Time passed and you had time to think about your life with the Kitsune brothers.

You and Senjuro were like siblings that the two of you never got and you loved him dearly. The two of you got along so well and had many shared interests such as books, horror-related stuff, and games. He was also a huge help around the house and just the sweetest thing there was.

Then there was Kyojuro, your fiance and the man you were supposed to marry at some point in time. When exactly, you had no clue yet. So far the two of you had gone out on dates, and just recently the two of you confessed that you had feelings for each other.

So far all one of you needed to do was ask if you wanted to kiss each other. A thing you had been a little too shy to ask for. Then, the full moon a little while ago happened and you had pleased yourself against your fiance's thigh. He had been a gentleman about the whole thing but you couldn't shake off the intense kisses you shared that night.

After the night of the full moon, you had been stealing glances at him and you admit it to yourself that you wanted to kiss him more… But it was easier to think about it than actually do it.

That's when you realized, you had Kyojuro sleeping right there next to you! You doubted that he would mind if you stole a couple of kisses from him or gave him some…?

Carefully, you twisted your body so you were facing your handsome fiance and you paused to take in his gorgeous peaceful sleeping face. God, he was so… Handsome.

Leaning forward, you gently pressed your lips against his collarbone. Salty. You licked your lips before leaning forward and kissing the same spot again, only this time you applied a little suction and flicked your tongue over his naked skin. He was a little sweaty, but you didn't mind it one bit.

No, you started to kiss every spot you could reach from your position by his side. In a way, you were worshipping him with your kisses. It was bold, yes, but he was asleep so it was safe-!

"Hm!"

"Yip!" You yelped and looked up and to your utter horror Kyojuro's eyes were open and he was wide awake. You tried to speak, but no words left your mouth.

"S- sorry!" You cried out finally as you turned and attempted to jump up and make a run for it, but the moment you turned, Kyojuro wrapped his arm around you and yanked your back against his chest.

"Where does my gorgeous bride think she is going?" He asked as loudly as he dared without disturbing his little brother's sleep. You whined in embarrassment as you used your hands to cover your beet red face, "Ho- how long have you been awake?"

"A little while," He confessed as he nuzzled his face against the back of your head, "How can I sleep when my beloved bride showers me with affection?"

"This is so embarrassing, I'm so embarrassed…!" You cried out against the palms of your hands, but Kyojuro just smiled, "My bride is so cute!"

"Your bride is horrible!" You whined, "What kind of person kisses another when they sleep!?"

"You can kiss me now if you want?" He asked, "I'm awake now so won't it be okay?"

"I…" Your heart was still beating like crazy in your chest, but you were a little calmer when you heard his reasoning. Slowly, you pulled your hands off enough to glance at the fox over your shoulder, "You want me to kiss you?"

"Hm!" He nodded with a wide smile, "If you want, of course!"

"But…" You frowned, "My morning breath…"

"It doesn't matter to me!"

You stared at him as if expecting him to laugh and joke, but he just looked at you earnestly. You realized that he was serious and not about to mock you. Slowly, you turned around in his arms and it took all the courage you had to place the palms of your hands against his hard chest.

Your hands trembled against his skin and you swallowed nervously. Seeing this, Kyojuro smiled and gently grasped one of your hands on his chest and raised it to his lips, and kissed your hand.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." He murmured softly against your hand and you felt your eyes widen as your heart beat harder in your chest. Slowly, you pulled the hand he was holding and gently used it to cup his cheek.

"May I kiss you?" You whispered and he smiled, "Hm!"

With his permission, you leaned forward and he leaned down, meeting you midway as your lips pressed against each other's. The kiss was innocent or at least started as one. As you kissed him, you felt your body heat up and you grew eager for more.

You swiped the tip of your tongue over his lips before you gently bit his lip. Sensing what you wanted, Kyojuro opened his mouth and your tongues met in the middle, pressing and moving against each other. Soon the two of you were holding each other's faces in your hands as you kissed passionately.

"Ghhh…" You and Kyojuro heard Senjuro groan and the two of you pulled apart quicker than you had ever moved before. You quickly laid back down, faking sleep, and just in time as the young Kitsune sat up and sleepily rubbed his eyes. "Big brother…?"

"Good morning Senjuro!" Kyojuro greeted his younger brother who smiled, "Morning. Is big sis still sleeping?"

No, you weren't, but you sure as fuck were going to fake that you were. Your fiance nodded, "Yes, we better get up and get breakfast started!"

Senjuro nodded, but then he frowned, much to his brother's confusion, "What is it?"

"I don't know?" The young fox asked as looked at his brother, "You're red. Like, really red! Are you alright?"

You bet your face was also red as a beet, but you were glad you had quickly turned and faked sleep. Senjuro might have been innocent, but you feared that even he would put two and two together if he saw his big brother and his bride panting with red faces.

"I'm fine!" Kyojuro nodded with a tight smile, "I just woke up, that's all!"

"I see," Senjuro seemed to believe his brother, "Would you like to surprise big sis with breakfast?"

"That sounds brilliant!" Your fiance shouted maybe a little too loudly and if you really had been asleep he would no doubt have woken you up. Senjuro hushed his brother who apologized and the two of them got up and left the room. You peeked and once you were sure that the brothers were already downstairs, you got up and sneaked out of your fiance's room and into your own.

You changed your clothes and then used the toilet and freshened up, like brushing your hair and teeth. You were still a little devastated that Kyojuro was willing and actually wanted to kiss you right after waking up. You shook your head and splashed some cool water on your face before leaving the restroom and joining the brothers downstairs in the kitchen.

"Good morning!" You said as you entered the kitchen and the brothers turned to greet you. You took notice that they had dressed up while you were freshening up.

"Good morning my beloved Hime!" Kyojuro shouted excitedly and Senjuro smiled, "Good morning big sis. How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling good, thank you for asking. No hungover or anything." You replied with a smile and then awed at the breakfast that they had set on the table, "Ooh, everything looks so good!"

"Please sit and eat!" Your fiance said and you nodded and joined them at the breakfast table. The three of you enjoyed the delicious breakfast that the boys prepared, but you could tell that Senjuro probably did the most since his older brother wasn't really that handy when it came to cooking.

You were eating when suddenly the doorbell rang. All three of you glanced at the front door but before the brothers could do anything, you were already standing.

"I'll go get it!" You said and the brothers nodded. You hummed as you made your way to the door. You were pretty sure that it was probably Mister Smith, but you could never tell for sure, the man visited every now and then without a warning.

You wished that someone had warned you when you opened the front door and saw your identical twin big brothers standing there.

"What the-!?" You gasped and before you could slam the door shut, your eldest brother put his foot between the door.

"Sissy!" He cheered as he forced the door open and you rolled your eyes as you saw no reason in fighting against him.

"What are you guys doing here?" You shook your head, "How did you even know where I was?"

"What, can't your big brothers visit their little sister?" Your eldest brother asked, and your second one frowned, "We came to visit you, but when we got to your place your roommate told us that you had moved out."

"Funny," You crossed your arms, "Did she also tell you how she basically kicked me out with no warning whatsoever?"

"Why didn't you tell us?" Your eldest asked and you frowned, "It wasn't your problem!"

"You are our problem." Your second one grunted and you glared at him, "How dare you?!"

"You know what we mean!" Your eldest exclaimed, "You are our baby sister, it's our job to look after you!"

You were about to object but you heard footsteps coming behind you and you turned around just in time to see Kyoujuro join you guys, "My Hime, is there something wrong?"

"Uuh, sis?" Your brother glanced at the fox and then at you, "Who is this?"

"Ah, you must be my bride's brothers!" Kyojuro smiled as he offered his hand to your brothers to shake, "I'm Rengoku Kyojuro! Pleased to meet you!"

Oh no. He went and said it. You could feel the tension in the air and how it was about to blow up-!

"What?" Your brothers exclaimed and you rubbed your eyes. "Come in and I'll explain everything…"

Your brother stepped inside, and after taking off their shoes, you took them to the living room to sit down while you went to make some coffee for all of you. Senjuro and Kyojuro were in the kitchen with you, the younger brother being shy around your brothers and the older one was feeling worried.

"My bride, did I say something I shouldn't have?" Kyojuro asked and you were nearly startled by how he sounded sorry. You shook your head as you took out coffee cups, "No, it's not your fault. You didn't know that I hadn't told about us to my family."

"If I may ask, is there a reason why you haven't told them?" He asked and you shook your head, "I was going to… When I was sure about us…"

That sounded horrible, why did you say that? You immediately felt bad, and you turned to look at Kyojuro who was still smiling, but you had been living with him long enough now that you could tell that it was a forced smile.

"Kyojuro, I didn't mean anything bad, I just-!"

"No no, I understand!" He nodded and grabbed the coffee mugs, "Let's talk with your brothers now!"

He carried the mugs to the living room and you frowned a little as you grabbed milk and sugar, but before you could take them to the living room you noticed Senjuro looking at you worriedly.

"Is everything alright?" The young Kitsune asked and you forced on a smile, "Yes. We are just going to talk a little with my brothers. You can join us if you want to but you don't have to."

"Maybe I'll go to my room if that is okay?" He asked and you nodded, "Yeah, go ahead."

Senjuro nodded as he left and you grabbed the coffee pot, milk, and sugar and carried them to the living room's coffee table. You were about to sit next to Kyojuro, but due to your earlier hurting words, you asked for his permission, which he granted. As you sat next to the Kitsune, your eldest brother poured himself coffee.

"So, Sissy…" He nodded and glanced at your fiance before looking at you again, "You're engaged?"

"It's a long story." You said and your brothers nodded.

"If I may ask," Kyojuro smiled as he looked at you, "Why are you called Sissy?"

"They are nicknames these douchebags came up with when we got older." You explained, "I'm Sissy, big bro is Silver and the eldest is Gold."

"What interesting names!"

"Yeah, I was originally Bronze because I was born last."

"She hated it so much that we started just calling her Sissy because she used to be a crybaby." Gold laughed and Silver grunted as he poured himself coffee.

"What are you guys doing here? I remember telling you guys on the phone that I was doing just fine?" You asked and Silver grunted, "You didn't tell us you moved out and got engaged."

"As I said, my roommate kicked me out and then I met Kyojuro and one thing led to another and now we are engaged and live together with his little brother Senjuro." You explained as you took a sip of your own coffee.

"Are you pregnant?" Gold asked and you nearly spat your coffee out in shock, but luckily you didn't. Instead, you choked and Kyojuro gently patted your back and looked at your brothers.

"I assure you, that is not the case!" Kyojuro exclaimed and you kinda wished that the ground would swallow you, but if it did that then you wouldn't be able to clear your name.

"What even are you? I know you are a demihuman but what kind?" Silver asked as he glared at your fiance, who just smiled, "I'm a Kitsune or as you may call my kind, a nine-tailed fox!"

"You're from Japan?" Gold asked and the Kyojuro nodded proudly, "I am!"

"Sis loves Japan!" Your eldest suddenly said with a huge smile, "She had this phase where she called everything she found cute kawaii and then attended these meetings dressed as her favorite characters and-!"

"Oh my God, shut up!" You cried out in embarrassment and threw a sugar cube at your brother. "I know you guys didn't drop by just to talk! What are you doing here?"

Gold glanced at Silver who just grunted, "I'm getting married."

Okay now if you had been drinking coffee you would have spat it out. Silver, your gloomy quiet brother was getting married!?

"Wh- wha-!?" You couldn't get the words out and Gold nodded with you, "Trust me, no one expected it. Me neither and we share the same face."

"How- Who?" You gasped and Gold grinned, "Yeah, that's how we reacted."

"Congratulations!" Kyojuro said but you weren't exactly reacting the same way he was, "Why didn't you tell any of us?!"

"You didn't ask." Silver grunted as he glared at you, "And you didn't tell us that you were engaged also."

Ouch, he was right on that, but you had your reasons! Not knowing really what to do, you decided to be the responsible one. You took a deep breath and calmed yourself so you wouldn't make a scene.

"Okay, I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys. Who is he?" You asked and Kyojuro raised his eyebrow in confusion, "He?"

"Ah, Silver is gay." You blurted and your fiance's eyes widened in surprise. Silver glared at him, "You gotta problem with that?"

"Not at all!" Kyojuro shook his head. "I think it's great!"

Silver grunted, apparently and utterly ignoring your fiance. Instead, he raised his left hand for you guys to see, and sure enough, there was a ring on his finger, "His name is Brams Steelforge. He is a dwarf jewelcrafter and the love of my life."

"Show them the picture!" Gold nudged your brother's side and he grunted as he dug out his smartphone and showed you guys a picture of him and this dwarf with handsome braided beard.

"He looks nice?" You thought out loud and Silver nodded, "Yeah."

"When is the wedding?" You asked and your brother grunted, "Next week."

"What!?" You exclaimed, "So soon!?"

"We've known each other ever since the interspecies programs started." Silver said as he put his phone away. "I thought we could do this on the phone, but Brams insisted that I should ask you in person because you are my sister."

"Ask me what?" You blinked, confused and your brother rolled his eyes, "That if you would be my bridesmaid?"

"Wh- what!?"

"This one is already my best man," Silver grunted as he pointed at your oldest brother, "And Brams and I wanted to include you also."

"Wow…" You awed quietly and your brother rolled his eyes, "It's not that big deal if you don't want to."

"No, I'll do it!" You nodded, smiling, "There is so much to be done if the wedding is next week! What should I wear and- and- and-!"

"Calm down sis!" Gold laughed, "Everything is prepared. We just need you to try on the dress bro picked and make yourself look pretty for the wedding."

"Hey, I always look pretty." You said and your brothers snorted. "Yeah, sure."

The three of you went through the wedding plan and venue, but then you started to talk about other quests and you thought about Kyojuro who was sitting next to you.

"Can I…" You glanced at your fiance who had been quietly listening to you and your brothers talk about the wedding with each other, "Can I take Kyojuro to the wedding with me?"

Hearing your request, your brothers glanced at Kyojuro and then at each other before Silver nodded, "If you want to."

"Would you like to come to the wedding with me Kyojuro?" You asked and he nodded happily, "Hm! That would be my honor!"

"Then it's settled!" Gold laughed, as he pulled out his own phone and then yours peeped. Before you could pick up your phone, Gold smiled, "I just messaged you the place where you can get your dress. I suggest you go there as early as possible, so if there is trouble with the size then they can fix it in time."

"Okay, thank you," You nodded and your brothers nodded, "We better get going! Silver still needs to have a talk about the wedding cake that he and Brams both would like."

"Alright, I'll take you to the door." You said as you got up and to your confusion, Kyojuro got up also. You were about to ask, but he smiled as he reached for the empty coffee cups, "I'll clean here so don't worry!"

"Aww, thank you!" You smiled and walked around the couch to take your brothers to the doorway. As they put their shoes on you remembered your parents, "Are mom and dad going to attend the wedding?"

"Duh, of course," Silver rolled his eyes and you rolled yours back, "Okay, but don't tell them about me and Kyojuro just yet."

"Why?" Gold asked and you frowned a little as you whispered, "We didn't exactly meet at the park or on the internet or something like that."

"Hold on, he isn't some pervert, is he?"

"No!" You whispered as loudly as you dared, "I signed papers that I would marry him so that-!"

"Wait, this is an arranged marriage?" Gold asked and even Silver's eyes widened at that, "So you are forced to marry him?"

"We are engaged-" You were saying but then Silver grunted, "What the Hell did you sign!?"

"I-!"

"Do you like him?" Gold asked and you blinked, "What-!"

"If you don't even like him then you shouldn't get married"

"Even worse, you-!"

"Shut up!" You snapped and your brothers both looked like they weren't done scolding and such, but neither were you.

"That's the thing, guys!" You snapped and they both looked at you as you blushed, "I think I… I think I love him now."

"You think or you don't know?" Silver grunted and Gold frowned, "Sissy if you aren't sure then you shouldn't hurry things."

"I have been taking snail's pace with this, I think I'm done with pushing on breaks in this relationship between me and Kyojuro." You said as you looked at your older brothers seriously, "I'm his bride and damn proud of it. I don't know when or how, but he is the man I'm going to marry!"

Your brothers shared a glance with each other before sighing, "If that is how you feel then it should be okay."

"But if he hurts you then we do what he does to you a thousand times worst."

"I know you are only looking after me and my well-being." You nodded, "But this is my life and my decision. If I get hurt then I get hurt, but I have no doubt in my mind that Kyojuro would never hurt me intentionally."

Your brothers looked like they still wanted to argue, but ultimately they sighed and finally nodded, "Okay, just, be careful?"

"I'm always careful." You grinned and you all bid each other goodbye before you closed the door behind them. As soon as the door clicked shut, you sighed, but before you could even turn around someone suddenly hugged you from behind and you could tell it was Kyojuro.

"You love me?" He asked as he nuzzled against the top of your head and you felt your blood boil under your skin. Had he heard how you told your brothers that you actually loved him? Who were you kidding, he must have heard if he asked about it!

"I- I…!" You wiggled nervously in his arms before you went still in defeat and you came clean, "I do."

You felt him nod against your head before letting you go but just as you turned to face him he grabbed your face and kissed you. Your eyes widened in shock, but Kyojuro had no intention of just letting you go after telling your own brothers that you loved him.

Carefully, you placed your hand over his hand that held your cheek and gently kissed him back. Finally, after kissing for a moment, the two of you pulled apart and smiled at each other.

"My beloved bride, you make me so happy, I apologize for ever doubting you!" Kyojuro exclaimed and you shook your head, "No, I should never have said what I did! I truly do like you, no, I truly love you!"

"That makes me so happy!" The Kitsune smiled like the sun as he grabbed you and twirled you around with him in joy. When he placed you back on the ground, he kissed your forehead.

"What a wonderful bride I have!"

"What a kind fiance I have!"

Okay, now the two of you were just being too cute, but when you loved someone like you did it kinda came naturally.

"Well, now we gotta get you a new tracksuit and something for the wedding!" You thought out loud.

"I'm excited!" Kyojuro admitted happily, "I've never been to a wedding before!"

"That makes two of us." You nodded as you leaned forward and quickly kissed him on the lips, "But I think we will manage somehow."

"We will." You were both smiling when you suddenly remembered something important!

"Oh shit, what about Senjuro?"

"Could he come with us?" Your fiance asked and you hummed thoughtfully. "I need to ask my brother. Just give me a second!"

You pulled your phone out and quickly dialed your second eldest brother. You explained the situation to him and after changing a couple of words you thanked him and closed the phone. Kyojuro raised his eyebrows as he looked at you, "Well?"

"Well, he called me with a certain name I don't care to repeat to you in fear you get mad-"

"What?" Kyojuro blinked and you continued, "But Senjuro can come also!"

"Where?"

You and Kyojuro looked and saw Senjuro himself standing by the stairs. The young fox looked at you two uncertainly, "I'm sorry, I was coming to see if your brothers were still here?"

"No, they just left." You said before smiling, "My brother is actually getting married next week and we were invited!"

"Wait, me too?" Senjuro asked and you nodded, "If you want to come, then you are welcome also?"

"I…" He swallowed a little nervously, "I've never been to a wedding before."

"That makes three of us!" Kyojuro smiled and you grinned as you grabbed your purse and keys, "Who wants to go clothes shopping?"

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[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 50

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 50 - This Venerable One Likes You

As a person who cherishes weapons, such a situation left Chu Wanning absolutely speechless.

He was afraid he had seen a fool.

Under the blossoming tree not far away, he saw that Mo Ran had summoned Jiangui. The divine weapon could expand, contract and control its size, but most people were generally willing to make their weapons bigger and more powerful, and they'll keep their normal appearance like Chu Wanning. But Mo Ran had made Jiangui very small, about the length and thickness of a string to tie one's hair. Its broken leaves were exquisite, the divine weapon looking like a poor little child.

Everyone's spiritual power is different. After Chu Wanning's Tianwen was infused with spiritual power, it was golden, but Jiangui was red.

So leaving the willow leaves aside, Jiangui looked like the red line of the ancient moon. . .

"Shi Mei, take this. I want to know if Jiangui is the same as Tianwen and also has the ability to coax people to tell the truth."

"Uh. . . you want me to try?"

Mo Ran laughed: "Yes, because I'm the best with you, and I believe that you will never lie to me."

Shi Mei was still hesitant: "That's true, but. . ."

"Ah, I'll never ask tricky things. Do you believe me? Let's pinky swear on it."

Saying that, he stretched out his pinky finger.

Shi Mei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How old are you yet you're still so childish."

"Whether eight or eighteen, anyone can pinky swear. Even if it's an eighty-eight-year-old, they can still pinky swear. What's so childish about it." Mo Ran said. He smiled as he held Shi Mei's hand, extending his pinky finger. Shi Mei was amused by his antics, but there was no way out of it, so he had to go along.

Unexpectedly, when Mo Ran held Shi Mei's pinky finger, instead of pinky swearing with him, he squinted his eyes and smiled: "Jiangui, get to work."

Jiangui swished a couple times and swiftly wrapped around Shi Mei's pinky finger, Mo Ran still holding it up.

The handsome young man smiled like a sly fox who had ascended to heaven. With deep dimples, he said joyfully: "Congratulations, you've been fooled."

Shi Mei couldn't stop laughing: "You!. . . Let me go now."

"There's no rush." ​​Mo Ran smiled. "I'll let go after asking a few questions."

In fact, ever since Jincheng Lake and the golden brocade box and how Shi Mei had failed to open the box, Mo Ran had felt a little uneasy.

Although Shi Mei was wearing gloves at the time and couldn't directly touch the box, Mo Ran still couldn't completely let it go. Not to mention the fact that the box was actually opened by Chu Wanning in the end.

Chu Wanning. . . how was it possible. . .

So Mo Ran felt that the brocade box must be broken.

But in order to prove it, he thought it would be best to double-check it with Jiangui.

He didn't doubt his sincerity towards Shi Mei, but he was worried that in Shi Mei's heart, he was actually not important at all. As for Jincheng Lake's comments about liking, it was more than likely his own delusion.

He feels that Shi Mei had a gentle temperament, usually quite good to everyone. Unlike Chu Wanning, who had a face that looked much older than his age with an expression like he was owed mountains of gold and silver, which was especially disgusting.

Don't look at Ta Xianjun as a gentle person. When he thought about his sweetheart, this guy was entangled with death.

"First of all." Although Mo Ran was secretly anxious, he was still smiling, pretending to be relaxed and casual. He decided to deliberately throw a few innocuous questions to start things off.

"What do you think of Xue Meng?"

With a pain in his finger, Shi Mei couldn't help but be honest: "The young master is very good, but his speech is too straightforward and sometimes difficult to tolerate."

Mo Ran stroked his palm and laughed: "Huh? There's also times when you can't stand him? Hahaha, it's no wonder. After all, he is so annoying."

Shi Mei blushed: ". . . Keep your voice down. Don't let the young master hear you."

"It's fine." Mo Ran smiled. "But I'm especially happy when you say bad things about him."

Shi Mei: ". . ."

Mo Ran asked again: "Then what do you think of Shizun?"

"Shizun is very good, but he has a little temper. . ." It seemed that Shi Mei didn't want to comment on Chu Wanning, but he was helplessly tied by Jiangui. After biting his lips for a while, he still said aggressively, "He's a little irritable."

"Haha, what do you mean by a little? He's clearly very irritable. He gets angry every now and then and refuses to admit it when he is angry. I think the imperial concubine has it better off than him."

Chu Wanning standing in the corner: ". . ."

Mo Ran was suddenly a little curious and asked: "Then why do you still worship under his tutelage if you know that your master has a bad temper?"

Shi Mei said: "Shizun is cold but kind. I'm not as gifted as others, but he never thought I was stupid. He said that there's no difference in teaching. Since I'm not good at attacking, he teaches me the art of healing and recovery. He-- He treats me very well."

Mo Ran was originally happy, and when he heard this, he suddenly restrained his smile and gradually became silent.

After a while, Mo Ran said: "Where does he treat you well? It's not just to teach you some spells, and occasionally take care of you. Any shizun would do the same."

"That's not the same—"

Mo Ran was suddenly unhappy. He puffed out his cheeks: "He doesn't treat you well anyway! I can do everything that he does with you!"

Shi Mei stopped talking.

In this embarrassing silence, Mo Ran gradually calmed down the cluster of evil fire in his heart. When he saw Shi Mei lower his eyes and stay silent, he suddenly felt guilty and whispered: "Sorry."

"It's okay." Shi Mei said. But after a while, Shi Mei said somewhat abruptly: "In the early years, before you arrived at Life-Death Peak, there was a time when I was walking on the road and suddenly there was a rainstorm."

"I was not yet under Shizun's tutelage at that time, and when I was running inside the rain, I met him. He was holding a red oil-paper umbrella. Seeing me in a mess, he asked me to hide under his umbrella. I had heard of his cold reputation for a long time, and I was so apprehensive when I walked beside him."

"And then?"

Shi Mei looked gentle and said: "Then? Then we didn't speak the whole way."

Mo Ran nodded in agreement: "He's so boring. There's really nothing to say to him either."

"Yeah." Shi Mei smiled. "Shizun said very little. However, when he dropped me off in front of my house, I thanked him. Suddenly, I saw that his right shoulder was all wet while I stood all the way on his left side, not getting wet at all."

Mo Ran: ". . ."

"The oil-paper umbrella was very small, and it was only big enough for one person. He blocked most of it to me, and I watched him walk away in the rain. After returning to the house, I wrote a post on discipleship, begging him to take me under his discipline."

"Stop it." Mo Ran suddenly said, "You're too kind. If say anymore, I'll feel sorry for you."

Shi Mei said warmly: "A-Ran, shouldn't you feel sorry for Shizun? He only has such a small umbrella because he has always walked alone, and no one wants to accompany him. So sometimes when Shizun is a little harsher with me or reprimanded me more, I don't care. Because I remember his soaked shoulders."

Mo Ran didn't say anything, but the tip of his nose was slightly red, and there was a trace of sourness in his heart.

The sour feeling was a little vague. Suddenly he didn't know who this feeling was for.

"A-Ran, let me ask you a question."

"Okay, go ahead."

"Do you really hate Shizun?"

Mo Ran froze: "I. . ."

"Or rather, you don't like him, right?"

When Shi Mei asked this sentence, his calm and soft eyes seemed a little sharp for some reason. Mo Ran had been unprepared, and under such a sharp gaze, he was suddenly speechless.

Mo Ran stiffened. He neither nodded nor shook his head. After a long time, he forced a smile and said: "Ah, wasn't it me who asked you the question? I'm surprised you got me sidetracked. How could this happen?"

Seeing him avoid talking about it, Shi Mei was composed and didn't force it. He just smiled: "I'm just asking casually. You don't have to take it to heart."

"Mmm." Mo Ran softened the mood, and then raised his gaze, looking at Shi Mei's beautiful moon face through a thick curtain of eyelashes.

Originally, his third question was to ask Shi Mei whether he liked him or not. But after this conversation, the mood suddenly became too heavy. He pursed his lips and was silent for a while. Mo Ran suddenly exclaimed: "He's my shizun, and only my shizun. I can't talk about whether I like him or not."

Hearing his words, standing in the dark, Chu Wanning's eyelashes moved slightly, like the rustling wings of a butterfly when it was injured.

Although some things are clear in his heart, when he truly thinks about them, he still feels like a drifter and his heart sinks into the sea. Perhaps the autumn air had arrived a little early. Chu Wanning suddenly felt a chill.

In the distance, Mo Ran and Shi Mei were talking. He closed his eyes, and the slight nausea that appeared recently came to his head.

He suddenly felt exhausted and turned around to leave.

However, after walking a few steps, Mo Ran's voice was carried again by the autumn wind and passed by his ears. It made him stop involuntarily.

Mo Ran was asking Shi Mei a third question: "Alright, you've talked about Xue Meng and you've talked about Shizun, so let's talk about me."

He minimized the care and effort in his voice, and asked cautiously, even a little humbly:

"Shi Mei, what do you think of me?"

Shi Mei, however, suddenly stopped talking.

Like Tianwen, Jiangui obviously had the ability to force the truth. Shi Mei resisted answering and Jiangui became more red because of this, tightly locked around Shi Mei's fingertip.

Shi Mei frowned and said: "It hurts. . ."

"I only ask you to say one thing." Mo Ran couldn't bear it, but this question was buried deep in his heart. His past and present lives had almost become his inner demons, so he still insisted on asking, "What do you think of me?"

Shi Mei shook his head and closed his eyes. It seemed to be painful, his long and slender eyelashes couldn't stop trembling, and his forehead was gradually seeping fine sweat.

". . ." When Mo Ran saw him like this, he was still soft-hearted, and sighed, "That's all. . ."

He was about to withdraw Jiangui, but Shi Mei endured it to the extreme. His face was as white as gold paper, and he said hoarsely: "I think you are very good."

Mo Ran's eyes suddenly widened.

After Shi Mei said this, his originally pale face quickly turned red, and seemed to be embarrassed. He dropped his eyes and didn't dare look at the other.

Jiangui turned into a little red light, like the petals of a residual flower, and retreated into Mo Ran's palm. Mo Ran didn't press him. He lowered his head then let out a soft laugh, raising his gaze to look at Shi Mei. His expression was the epitome of the arrival of spring flowers.

There was a lazy smile in his voice, but his eyes were a little wet, and he said, "Okay, thank you. I also think you're very good. Even though you've been told all over again in Jincheng Lake, you don't remember any of it. So I want to say it again, you're really. . . likable."

Although he didn't elaborate on what kind of like he meant, Shi Mei's neck was a deep red and he couldn't say a word.

Mo Ran's deep, dark, lacquer-like eyes stared at him. The luster in his eyes was so clear, as if the stars were immersed in the sea, and the fine waves surged toward the Milky Way.

"I want to treat you well and make you happy."

Shi Mei wasn't stupid. Looking at his expression, he was well aware of his intentions, and he can't help but bow his head.

Mo Ran looked moved. He couldn't help but want to raise his hand and touch Shi Mei's hair. However, before he could get close, suddenly a golden light flashed by, and a vine whip solidly struck Mo Ran's face with a "snap."

"Ah!" Mo Ran held in the pain and looked back in shock.

He saw Chu Wanning's snow-white clothes, standing with his hands behind his back. He was standing beside the green eaves and white walls, looking down at them coldly. Tianwen was like a spirit snake hissing and spitting, coiled on the ground. The willow leaves are trembling, and from time to time a cluster of sparks and rays of golden light burst out.

Shi Mei was shocked: "Shizun. . ."

Mo Ran held his face and said: "Shizun."

So what if he's hated, so what if he's not liked?

Others might have cried out in pain, but when it was Chu Wanning. . . cry? Ridiculous. Of course, he beat the blind man.

Chu Wanning looked very cold. He walked modestly and said coldly: "What are you chatting about here if you're not cultivating properly? Mo Weiyu, you think you're amazing for getting the last divine weapon? So you're a sure winner and no one can beat you? You're very laid back."

"Shizun, I just wanted to. . ."

Chu Wanning's eyes were fierce, and Mo Ran shut up.

"Shi Mingjing will fight with me, Mo Weiyu." He paused and said with disgust, "Go practice. If you can't perform more than ten moves against me when I come to spar with you, go back and punish yourself by copying the Clear Heart Technique three hundred times. Get lost."

Ten moves?

Mo Ran felt like it'd be better to go straight to copying the Clear Heart Technique.

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Doing Science 1/3

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Seattle, Washington, 2000

“Over there! That’s her!”

The ecstatic voice drifted over the crowds, over the chatter of hundreds of people crowded in the event space. A group of five pushed past the booths lining the pathway to the spotted individual at the registration table. They stopped in a little alcove, watching the tiny redhead and the tall man beside her get their lanyards and move through the crowd to chat up the stand attendant a couple of booths down.

“Are you sure?”  “Where?” “I can’t see!” Three of the five refuted the first’s claim of a sighting.

“At the registration table, I told you she would be here and I swear it’s her! I did my research!”

“Oh yeah, like you did your research on that Fish Guy.” The last of the five quipped. They were the shortest one in the group and their friends knew them as “Vee”.

“How was I supposed to know trimethylaminuria was a thing? It’s not like I’m a medical doctor.”

“Are you certain it’s her?” The voice came out sounding meek, although she was known for being the most reserved of the five individuals who had all met in an online chatroom almost a decade ago. All of them were meeting up for the third time in person and Nora had been the one to suggest the repeat meetup in the first place.

“Yes I’m sure, I have clippings of all her newspaper articles in a binder back in my room. I know it’s her because she’s always pictured by that six-foot-tall partner of hers. And he’s standing right there.”

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go talk to her!” Handsome and stout described the person speaking. He often held up the back of the line, yet was usually the first to rush forward into something.

The somebody who originally spotted her held his arm out to stop the group aiming to proceed.

“Wait, what are we going to say? ‘Hi we’re your biggest fans, will you please relate to us all your stories about the unbelievable scientific inquiries and discoveries over the past seven or more years?’ No! We can’t do that!”

“Oh! We can ask if she’s the mysterious headliner the conference hasn’t revealed yet!” Bert said, always the one to make room for the good ideas by supplying the bad ones.

“If she is, she’s probably under contract not to say anything, doofus.” The voice was ungodly angelic, even with the unearned name-calling.

“You’re right. Let’s ask her if she’s single!” Bert, once again, throwing out a bad idea.

“Are you kidding me? She’s seeing fellow online phenomenon M.F. Luder.”  Jones slapped his friend squarely on the chest, spurred by the outlandish request.

“No, I think she’s secretly dating her partner at the F.B.I. Mulder.” The tall angelic-sounding woman sneered, filled with jealousy, unsure directed at whom, though. Daphne was the bold and flirtatious one in the group. She looked and sounded like an angel but often acted like a devil.

“Really? I heard she was with some guy named George Hale Kaplan. I’ve read his theories online and they’re very astute though a little pretentious if you ask me,” Vee revealed.

“I think they’re the same person.” Nora chimed in, sometimes her wisdom was taken for granted even though it was praised in the online forums.

“You guys, they’re all the same person. I have the receipts to prove it back in my hotel room. Honestly. Marty and Fox Mantle would be proud of the level of investigation I’ve done.” Jones boasted.

“That’s just another one of your conspiracy theories, Jonesy.” Daphne was always at his throat.

“Well, either way, I’m going to go talk to her. I have so many questions about her approach to closing that case with the invisible elephant. I don’t think we ever got an explanation for that one. I’d love to know what it was like doing an autopsy on a pregnant elephant.” Vee’s scientific interest outran their friends by miles, despite that interest being the thing that brought them all together.

“You mean, necropsy,” Nora corrected.

“Right,” Vee blushed, having been wrong about something in their wheelhouse.

“I’m gonna ask about their episode of Cops. Man, that was a good one.” Bert said, redirecting the excitement.

“Don’t– I think it’s a sore subject for them,” Nora warned. “Oh, really? How would you know?” Bert cajoled.

“Because the way she said, and I quote, ‘The F.B.I. has nothing to hide.’ They definitely had something to hide and she did not seem happy about the camera crew following them around.”

They all hummed in agreement. What were they hiding?

“I wanna know about the invisible man! That was her most recent find!” Jones exclaimed in excitement.

“Yeah, I’ve got questions about her experiences with spontaneous human combustion! I can’t believe she was the one to suggest it. She’s a total skeptic!” Back in the game, Daphne zeroed in on her favorite of the two, having followed both her and her partner’s work the most out of all of them.

“Okay, gang, let’s regroup at 5 with a plan,” Jones suggested.

“But she’s here now! What if we miss our chance!” Bert worried.

“I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem, Mulder’s wearing the 3-day V.I.P. all-access pass lanyard. I’m almost certain we’ll have time.” Vee pointed out. “OMG, I’ve got it! Let’s stake out their rooms! It’ll be like our very own X-File! We’ll be like one of them!” Daphne bounced in place, hitting all her friends in excitement.

“Oh, I like the way you think, Daph. Let’s go!” Jones pushed them out of the alcove to stealthily follow the pair around the corner of the event space.

 A few hours earlier

“Mulder, care to tell me why you happened to find a bum case in this city the exact same weekend as the biggest unexplained phenomenon symposium the U.S. has ever seen? I’m getting flashbacks to that time you dragged me to Minneapolis just for that football game.”

“Come on, Scully. Do you really think I’d make you pack a bag and hop on a plane last minute just to induce subterfuge onto you by misleading you into attending a scientific research conference in the great state of Washington? Not to be confused with our Washington?” “Yes, Mulder. That’s exactly what I think you’d do.” “I hear they have great apples here.”

“Mulder,” she was taking that tone with him again. The one that said she disapproved of his methods but secretly enjoyed the results.

“It will be fun, Scully. There’s a presentation on the true turn of the millennium that I think you’ll enjoy. It’s part of their mathematical theory track– you go to that one while I attend the talk on Fibonacci sequences evident in space.” “You’re not leaving me alone in there, Mulder.” “So you’ll go?”

“We’re already here,” she sighed, “I saw the sign when we passed by the space needle. We’re on Seventh and Pike, we might as well stop by before we head back to the airport.”

“Oh come, on, Scully. It’s a beautiful weekend, the sun’s supposed to be out– which is apparently rare as opposed to the usual overcast– and the flight home is six hours. Do you really want to spend all day in a cramped little airplane? Let’s stay and make a quick little vacation out of it.”

“Mulder,” There was that tone again. “You know that’s not my idea of a vacation.”

They drove under the arches of the convention center and into the parking garage.

“Please? I’ll book the hotel on my own personal dime, I’ll even make sure they have a nice soaker tub for you.” Scully eyed her partner from the passenger seat of their rented Ford Taurus. “You already booked the hotel didn’t you?”

They got out of the car and met at the trunk to lock up their F.B.I.-issued weapons and badges.

Mulder rolled his eyes coquettishly, he didn’t want to use his last bit of ammo unless he had to. It seemed like he had to. “I’m– I’m booked as a guest speaker on Sunday.” It was Friday morning. He rubbed the back of his neck and hung his head in shame. Albeit it was a boyish ‘I’m not sorry I manipulated you’ shame.

“Mulder!” Scully took on a defensive posture, hands on her hips and stopping her little feet.

“Scully! They reached out to me! How could I say no?”

“What on earth could you possibly be presenting on?”

“Our work, the X-Files, documented cases of inexplicable phenomenon acted out here in the states.”

“Mulder, our work is classified. You can’t share those documents.” “Not all of it, Scully. Plus I ran it by Skinner and he gave me the go-ahead to share certain details of certain cases.” “Skinner knew about this!? Mulder! I’m going to shoot you! Then him! And maybe you again!”

“Come on, Scully. It will be fun, I promise.” Mulder pulled on the blazer at her elbow, after all they’d been through, he wanted to see her let loose just once. The gunmen had related that time they’d tricked her to Vegas and he was sorely upset he missed out on those shenanigans.

“I swear, Mulder…” Scully left the threat empty as they made it to the entrance of the convention center.

She regretted giving in the second they walked through the door.

“Mulder, is that–?”

“Someone dressed in cosplay as Flukeman? Yeah, it appears so.”

They stood in silence as they watched a fairly accurate rendition of the sewer creature walk by and high-five a young teen dressed as what could only be assumed to be Mothman.

“Mulder.” Scully fumed.

“I know, I know. You’re going to shoot me. Good thing you didn’t pack that extra clip, I have a feeling you’re going to want it.” Mulder placed his hand on her back and pushed her through the main lobby. 

“How do they even know what the Flukeman looks like? Mulder, we never got photos.”

“There was a quite creative artist rendering in that year’s edition of The Informer– that’s probably also why that guy there looks just like–” “Eddie Van Blundht– Mulder,” Scully took that tone once again.

“Can we cool it with the death threats? The conference is three days Scully. Okay? I get it. You’ll kill me, this is unforgivable, I’ll never see the light of day again.”

They walked by a couple’s costume of Nessie; like the front and back halves of a Halloween store’s cow. She was speechless.

It was a good thing he was leading her through the throng of people because all she could do was stare at the crazy people in costumes and ufo-related paraphernalia, itching to backpedal and get out of there as fast as the laws of physics would allow. There were so many tin foil hats.

“Mulder! That bigfoot has breasts! Huge, massive, breasts!!”

“Yeah? So? And there’s the Jersey Devil. They look just like those drawings I showed you back in ‘93.”

“How– How do they know so much about our cases, Mulder?”

“Oh, I think Mr. George Hale Kaplan might have had a thing or two do to about it.”

Scully stopped him short, looking at him for what felt like the first time since they arrived in her own personal hell. “Are you saying you leaked our files online, Mulder?”

“Is it really leaking if you’re making a statement about the absurdity of the government’s control of information that the public needs to be aware of? You remember how Watergate turned out for Nixon. You know how much I support the Freedom of Information Act, Scully. This shouldn’t be news to you.”

“And here I thought your relationship with Karin Berquist was unethical.”

“Oh, that reminds me, they’re doing a tribute to her at the lycanthrope panel at 2 today. I want to stop by if we have time. Let’s get registered and scope out the booths before we get checked into our room upstairs.”

“Mulder, I’m–”

“Going to kill you,” they said in unison.

~

“Okay, I’ve got it all mapped out,” Vee addressed their huddled group just before the final event of the night. “They’re checked into room 402–”

“Both of them?” Jones clarified.

“Yes,” Vee confirmed before being interrupted by Daphne.

“See! I told you they were sleeping together!”

“Yeah, yeah, big deal.”

“Hey, good thing we’re booked for rooms 401 and 403. It’s like it’s fate or something.” Bert said spaced out from the doobie he and Nora had smoked earlier– for their anxiety.

“Totally, Bert. So I bribed the registration attendant and got a copy of their itinerary. We can go to all the same panels they do and gather some info before the big event on Sunday where we can ask our questions. We’ll take the next day to come up with what we want to ask then vet them tomorrow night to pick the best ones.”

“You’re so smart, Vee.” Nora looked at her friend dreamily, she was deliriously happy they all entered that fateful Skeptics and Believers forum chat all those years ago. Truly, the entire forum was dedicated to the work of those two F.B.I. agents. She remembered the turmoil and fear that permeated through the community when their office burned and the unit was shut down. It never made the news, but it was evident from the emotion in Luder’s depressed soliloquies posted on the S&B forum.

“I can’t wait to meet the enigmatic Doctor, Dana Scully,” Daphne gushed, “And Mulder sounds so dreamy from the way he writes his posts.”

“He seems like a big dork to me,” Jones said, “honestly her too. The way he describes her knowledge of certain topics… They both kind of seem a little freaky-deaky to me.” Jones didn’t get the attraction to the people that Daphne, Bert, and Nora seemed to bond over. Like Vee, he was more interested in the science and nature of it all.

“Yeah, but dorks are sexy as hell, Jonesy,” Daphne retorted,  “I mean, that’s why we’re all together, isn’t it?”

“Cool it, you two. We’re not here to fight about that right now. We can all agree, they’re both hot, but it’s their minds that we’re after right now.”

“You’re right, Vee. ‘Nothing happens in contradiction to nature, only in contradiction to what we know if it’” Nora was known to quote those two– how she got some of those quotes, they weren’t sure, but they assumed it had something to do with her Uncle that worked at F.B.I. headquarters with them.

“That– That’s not relevant, Nora.” Vee grabbed their friend’s hand, knowing she was still a little out of it.

“I know, I just think it’s a beautiful sentiment.” Nora smiled at her friend then snuggled up to Daphne’s side.

“I think they’re heading up to their room! Let’s go!” Jones jumped out of his seat and pulled Bert along with him.

The five of them raced up the stairs, hoping to see them depart from the elevator to their floor.

They made it just in time for the doors to open and for Scully to walk out talking to her partner.

“I can’t believe you made me sit through that entire presentation on Lightning Boy. Mulder, I was there.”

“Yeah, but wasn’t it interesting how they connected the effects of electrostatic energy to dark matter and spontaneous human combustion?”

“Mulder, you know very well there are so few documented cases of spontaneous human combustion.” “Yeah, Scully, I do know. You documented one of those cases.”

“Ugh, I wish I didn’t! I’m still doubting whether it was or not! There were plenty of avenues we left unexplored that could have very well explained what happened. And I still believe the case in Mississippi was due to weather. You know, actual, real, natural lighting.”

“Or, it was spontaneous human combustion caused by a drastic increase of electrostatic energy conducted through a person–”

“It’s entirely implausible that a man– a human man had the ability to snap fire from his fingertips, Mulder!”

The overheard conversation cut off as they walked through their room together. His hand was low on her back and the gang desperately wished they had the rooms next to the agents rather than across from them.

Inside the room, however, the conversation dwindled off as Scully pulled her travel silk pajama set from her bag.

“You’re bringing me coffee and continental breakfast in bed tomorrow, Mulder. And don’t wake me before seven.”

“Wanna curl up like little baby cats tonight?” Mulder asked as he stripped down to his boxers.

A pillow was thrown at him and a scowl graced his partner’s usually stoic features. She was so cute when she was angry.

“You’re lucky I’m letting you sleep in the bed at all, Mulder.”

“Come, on Scully. Let me make it up to you?”

“Oh, you have a Titan Krios hidden in your pants?”

“No, but I have something else you can put under your scope.”

Scully laughed, her anger not serious at being dragged unwillingly to what was practically a UFO convention.

“Mulder, I don’t need a microscope to see what’s in your pants.”

“No, thankfully macroscope will do.” Mulder crawled on the bed to his partner. This thing between them was new, the sexual part anyway. Sharing beds had become his best comfort, and sharing her bed had become his best pleasure.

~

“Why did you drag me down here, Mulder? Our first session doesn’t start for another 45 minutes and I was really enjoying the king-sized bed all to myself.” “There’s a meeting group I wanted to bring you to. Come on, it’s just down the hall here.” The sign outside the room said “Skeptics & Believers Online In-Person Meet-up”

Scully mocked the oxymoron in the ad.

“How is it both online and in-person? Why are we here?”

Mulder pushed her through the door encouragingly.

“The online forum is where I post some of our best work– under a pseudonym of course. This is the in-person meetup for those active in the forum, Scully. There’s no need to feign dense. I know how smart you are, and let me tell you. These people will appreciate it too.”

Mulder had scoped out the space before bringing up her breakfast that morning. With an orange juice in hand, he had chatted up QueenAnne1939 whose name was indeed not Anne at all but rather referenced the same British cruiseliner that Mulder was rescued from in 1998.

He had chatted up BigBadGoatSucker, TheGreatMutato42, VampireSherriff, and a few other users he was in contact with and promised he’d bring his partner down to meet a few of them.

To his surprise, everyone in the room had asked about her. He had no idea Dana Scully had such notoriety in a forum she had no idea even existed. Maybe he had gushed a little too much in his recounts of their kookiest cases. It seemed like they were a thousand times more interested in her than him, and it took a big hit to his ego. But no matter how he felt, he wanted Dana Scully to feel special. So he brought her into a room full of other Scully fanatics.

When Scully walked in, everyone began to whisper in hushed tones.

“Mulder?” Scully questioned her partner. “Why are they looking at me like I’m a little grey man?”

“Thank you for referring to the proper color of reptilian skin,” a person with a round face and glasses said as they approached the pair.

“Uh,” Scully stood at a loss for words.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Dr. Scully. I’m Carter Bowman, the creator of the online forum, Skeptics & Believers. I began the forum in 1993 with the goal of uniting scientists and phenomena trackers to discuss the implications of unnatural occurrences and their very plausible explanations. Many of our users rely heavily on the work of you and your partner on The X-Files and we commend your dedication to finding the truth behind the often inexplicable events. Your paper on hallucinogenic mushroom organisms and the powerful effects of psychedelics on the mind is laminated in my office at the NIH.”

“Um, thank you?” Scully hesitantly took the hand outstretched to her to shake. “I’m sorry,” she shook her head, “You work for the NIH?”

Carter nodded their head, “Yes, indeed, many of us here hold highly esteemed positions at prestigious universities and organizations. Kim over there heads the international health research division at the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation,” Carter pointed to a scruffy-looking woman in the corner of the room. “She’s speaking to Morgan, who’s come all the way from Wiltshire and works on the Stonehedge preservation project. There are a few professors in attendance from top universities in the U.S. as well as Canada. Honestly, we have quite the crowd here.”

“I can see that, I- I had no idea. I have no idea what to say. Ah, thank you.”

“It’s a lot to take in,” Mulder finally chimed in, “She’s new to the whole internet stardom thing. I’m sure she’ll return to her chatty self after the presentations today.”

“So we’ll see you at the mixer tonight, then? It’s at 9 in the bar across the street.”

“Oh we’ll be there,” Scully said, perked up at the thought of alcohol. She was going to need lots and lots of alcohol to forget all about this. And she might have a good opportunity to kill Mulder then too.

He escorted his stunned partner out of the room and onto their first presentation of the day.

Intersections of Necromancy and Religion; Examples of Raising the Dead in Connection to Various Sects of Faith – Special Showing of Clips from New Movie: "The Lazurus Bowl" Featuring Interviews with the Director and Cast!

Yeah, lots and lots and lots of alcohol.

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[catharsisxf]

'Tis the Season

Rating: T

Prompt: Running into an ex at a Christmas party

AO3 link

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"Remind me again why we're here?"

Scully playfully nudged him as they stood in the center of a large hotel ballroom. People in formal wear mingled about, stopping at various tables situated around the edges to place their bids.

Skinner had informed them they'd won (lost?) the lottery this year to staff the charity silent auction the FBI sponsored annually. Most agents were thrilled at the chance to spend an evening dressed up and mingling with the DC elite...but they weren't most agents.

Although Scully initially balked at the idea of spending a precious Saturday night at a work function she admitted she didn't hate the fact that they weren't off on some case hundreds of miles from home so close to Christmas.

She stole a glance at her partner as he surveyed the crowed warily. She'd second guessed herself when she put on the black floor length gown with an asymmetrical neckline earlier this evening. But any doubts were erased when Mulder stopped by to pick her up and his jaw practically hit the floor. She'd blushed and told him he didn't look so bad himself. Which was the understatement of the century. He looked devastatingly handsome in his tuxedo.

He looked at her then, a smile forming on his lips. "What?"

Their relationship had been teetering toward something the past few months. She could feel it. In the past she would've been embarrassed to be caught staring at him so blatantly but she simply shook her head slightly and smiled back at him.

After a beat, he grazed her shoulder and motioned to the bar at the far end of the ballroom. "I'm going to grab us a couple drinks."

"Mulder, we're working," she gently admonished.

"Hey, 'tis the season," he winked.

She watched as he purposefully made his way through the crowd.

"Dana!"

She turned and her eyes widened as she saw a familiar face approach. "Daniel? But...what are you doing here?"

"I'm on the Board of Directors at GW University Hospital. Moved here a few years ago." His eyes skimmed her from top to bottom and back again before adding, "You look fantastic." She caught the subtle predatory gleam in his eye that made her uneasy. "You know," he continued, "I've been to several of these but it's the first time I've seen you here."

"Well, I don't usually attend these types of functions."

"Ah yes, you're busy saving the world through...what was it I read?...investigations into the paranormal?" He gave her a sarcastic smirk.

She considered the man before her. Was he any different than the one she'd left all those years ago? The self-assuredness that she'd once found appealing just felt patronizing to her now. Nothing like Mulder, she thought. Even when he didn't fully trust her in the beginning there was still respect. He had questioned her motives for staying too but it came from a place of concern and, dare she admit it, love.

Just then her partner appeared at her side carrying two flutes of champagne and she quickly grabbed one. "Oh! Um...Daniel this is Agent Fox Mulder. Mulder, this is Dr. Daniel Waterston. He was my...professor in medical school."

She could see the older man sizing him up as they shook hands. "Pleased to meet you," he said in a way that sounded like he was anything but. "I was just discussing with Dana how her talents are being wasted at the FBI."

She saw a slight tensing of Mulder's jaw that would be imperceptible to anyone who hadn't known him as long as she had. "Actually, I'd say it's a perfect fit. Her medical expertise is critical to the success of our division."

Daniel scoffed at him, "Right, I'm sure chasing aliens and monsters is exactly what she'd hoped to be doing at this point in her career." He turned his attention back to her. "You know, I'd really like the chance to reconnect...both professionally and personally."

On instinct she grasped Mulder's free hand with her own. "I'm sorry, but I don't think that's a good idea." She looked up at her partner as he raised his eyebrows slightly. She sincerely hoped their unspoken communication wouldn't fail her now.

Daniel's eyes narrowed as he waved his hand vaguely between them. "So you two are..."

"Together, yes," Scully interrupted him before he could put a label on it.

"I assumed you were just coworkers."

Mulder, not missing a beat, simply stated, "Well, we're not just coworkers although we certainly started out that way. She means more to me than I can ever truly express."

His voice had dropped to almost a whisper as if the last sentence was meant only for her. He brought their interlaced fingers to his lips to place a gentle kiss to her knuckles. She blushed from head to toe under the intensity of his gaze and she felt the air crackle with energy between them.

After what felt like an eternity Daniel cleared his throat. "Well...good seeing you, Dana." She was only vaguely aware of him retreating back into the crowd.

Mulder absently rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand. "So...old friend of yours?"

"Not really," she smiled affectionately at him.

A waiter passed them and they took the opportunity to place their untouched champagne flutes on the tray.

She decided right then she wouldn't be content to wait and see when the teetering would finally send them over the edge. Their hands still entwined, she pulled him determinedly towards the ballroom exit.

"What are you doing?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

She slowed only long enough to give him a heated look. "Giving fate a push."

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[loving-barnes]

Vendetta - Betrayal (17)

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Warning: angst, death, more angst

Autor’s note: This chapter is shorter and I kinda don’t like it. What I can promise you, that the next chapter will be longer and better.

Viewer discretion is advised. This story is for readers 18+!

Word count: 2600+

Chapter sixteen

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Betrayal (17)

The plan was set.

The rainy days in New York were over and were replaced by sun rays and warm weather. Bucky and Y/N took the opportunity and headed for a late lunch in Brooklyn. Bucky took her into a nice restaurant he had under his wings, and he wanted to threaten his girl the way he seemed fit – like a Queen. He drove them in his most expensive sports car, to show off, of course, and he made her promise she wouldn’t take out her wallet to pay for the food. It was his treat. After all, it was their first official date, right?

It was an amazing Italian restaurant where they had a reservation. Bucky asked for a table on the patio where they could sit outside, breathe air and enjoy the warm sun. 

Y/N couldn’t stop smiling. Her eyes kept drifting back to him. Bucky was handsome in those dark sunglasses. They fit his face perfectly. Her heart kept beating fast from all the love she was feeling towards him. What she was most grateful for was that he didn’t treat her any less now when they were dating. She was still the boss of Foxes and was running her own business. They were equals and partners in crime – literally. 

“What are you thinking about?” he said with a smile and reached his hand across the table and grabbed her smaller into his bigger one. 

She shrugged. “Just… about this moment and about us,” she said honestly. “Look how we have grown and how our relationship changed. It’s kind of unbelievable,” she grinned at him. “I want to say something cute and sappy but, I don’t want to be that girl. I need to keep my composure.” 

He laughed. “No, please, go ahead,” he goaded her. “Tell me, I want to know. I want to see that side of you.” 

“You went from an annoying Wolf who had an ego bigger than the state, and turned into this amazing man,” she had to shake her head in disbelief. “And I fell hard for that man.” 

Without waiting, he leaned through the table to her and kissed her lips lovingly. “Are we sure about this?” he whispered when the kiss ended. 

She nodded. “Yes. Do you trust me?” she had to ask. 

Their eyes met and he could get lost in them. “Of course, I do,” he said quietly but confidently. “I trust you the way I trust Steve – with my whole heart. I love you.” 

“And I love you,” she put her lips back on his. Her tongue brushed against his lower lip and he hummed contently. 

They kept talking for another half an hour before they brought them their ordered food. As the waiter was leaving, Bucky stopped him. “Could we get a bottle of champagne? Thank you.” 

When the waiter left, he grabbed Y/N’s hand and kissed the top of it. “Sorry, I can’t help it.” 

“No, no, I enjoy the affection,” she giggled. “Please, continue.” 

“Come on, let’s eat otherwise the food will get cold,” he let her hand go. He grabbed the cutlery and started to eat his food. 

All of a sudden, he felt nervous. His stomach wasn’t letting him take in the food that was in front of him. But he had to do it. It had to be done. He huffed as the champagne arrived and the waiter poured the bubbly liquid into the glasses. He cleared his throat and looked at the woman he loved. It was difficult for him to do what he planned but it had to be done. 

Y/N stood up with a smile. “I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” she stroked his shoulder as she was walking past him. 

He exhaled loudly. He didn’t even know he stopped breathing. As much as he didn’t want to do it, he had no other choice. Reaching into the pocket of his jacket, he took out a vial with clear liquid. Quickly, he opened it and poured the liquid into Y/N’s drink. It immediately mixed with the champagne. It was done and it couldn’t be taken back. 

When she returned, she had a beautiful smile on her face and his heart broke. As much as he loved her, he had to do it. It was the plan from the very beginning.

“Cheers,” she took her glass and raised it to the air. “I love you, James.” 

“Love you too,” he replied and drank the liquid in one go. He kept checking how much had she drank from the champagne. It turned out it was almost fully gone. There was nothing he could do, only watch what was about to happen. From what he heard, it was supposed to be fast.

“Are you alright?” she asked him with that sweet voice. 

“Yeah,” he had a hard time nodding. “I’m-“

And then he saw it. Her eyes started to blink rapidly and she sighed loudly. A cough escaped her mouth. “What the-“ she couldn’t say the full sentence. Sweat appeared on her forehead and she shook her head. “Buck,” she whined his name and leaned against the chair. “W-what’s happening?”

“Y/N?” he asked. “A-are you alright?” 

Their eyes met. What he saw were worry and exhaustion. Her hands fell off the table as she focused all her remaining energy to keep her eyes open. But her body was slowly giving up.

As she was about to fall off the chair, he was quickly on his feet, catching her before she could fall down to the ground and hurt herself. People were gasping, turning their heads to them as he held her in his hand tightly. Some had the audacity to take out their phones and recorded the whole situation. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. His eyes were locked on her pale face. “Y/N, I’m sorry,” he bit his lips. “I-I had to… I couldn’t…”

She kept breathing loudly as if she was running a marathon. She shook her head. Her body was slowly giving up and her eyelids were heavier. She felt tired and dizzy. “It’s going to be alright,” she whispered before her eyes closed for good.

The guests from the restaurant were panicking, screaming to call an ambulance. Bucky was already on it, as he dialled a number he had saved into the contacts. A random woman was quickly by his side, helping him with Y/N, trying her pulse and breathing. As much as he tried to focus on the call, he couldn’t do it. It took him a few minutes before he was able to tell them the location. 

“Are they on their way?” the woman asked once the call ended. 

“Yeah,” he replied simply and brushed his fingers against Y/N’s cheek. “The help is on its way.” 

He shouldn’t have done it. He loved her and betrayed her. Bucky swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. Throughout the whole time, he kept staring at her, no emotion visible on his face. He just held her tight in his arms. He didn’t register when the ambulance arrived and medics circled them. 

“Sir? Sir,” a voice brought him back to reality and he looked at them. “Please, we need to take her to the hospital. Her vitals are low.” 

They took her from his arms and put her on the bed. “I-“ he couldn’t muster any more words. He felt as if he was going to vomit. 

Everything else around him sped up. He saw how they put her into the ambulance. The older woman who was by his side kept reassuring him that she’d be fine and well. The waiter cleaned the mess that happened once she fell down from the chair. He didn’t even notice that she knocked her glass over the table. 

“Go home, young man,” the woman said as she helped him stand up on his feet. “Get some rest. They will call you before you know it.” 

“Yeah,” he sighed and finally came back to his senses. He furrowed his brows and turned around the spot. All the worry and tension were gone in a second. Bucky wiped his hands against his jeans and walked back to his car. At the end of it all, he had to admit that the stress never wore off. What's more, it got worse. 

Bucky knew that the worst was about to come when he would have to face Yelena. 

. . .

“What the fuck happened?!” Steve raised his voice when he was sitting in Bucky’s office with his boss and Sam. His eyes almost popped off his head when he learnt what happened to Y/N. “You did what?!” 

“Dude,” Sam shook his head. “I thought you had feelings for that woman. I never would have thought you would poison her.” 

“Well,” Bucky shrugged. “It had to be done. I believe you all know this was the plan from the very beginning,” he explained calmly as if nothing happened an hour ago. “We wanted to get rid of the Foxes and I found the perfect opportunity – the moment she was vulnerable, I went for it.” 

“What?” Steve’s voice rose again, not being able to control his emotions. “What the actual fuck, Buck? So you’ve been lying to us this whole time? You were plotting behind our backs? I-I actually have no words for this at all,” he sat back in his chair and rather looked at the floor. “Holy shit, man.”

“So, she’s at the hospital right now?” Sam asked. 

“Yup.” 

“And you don’t give a shit?” 

“Nope,” he shook his head. “If I put the correct amount, she’ll die in a matter of hours.” 

“What?!” this time, both Sam and Steve screamed at their boss. “In a matter of hours?” 

As he was about to explain what happened in the city, the shouting from the hallway made their heads turn around and wait for the tsunami to arrive. And that tsunami was no other than Yelena. The stomping could be heard even by a dead person. “Where the fuck is that fucking dog? Where is it? I want to chop off his balls and dick!” 

“Uff,” Sam shook his head. “This is going to be nasty.” 

Yelena barged in, not giving a shit if she damaged the door or not. For what he had done, she was ready to slice his throat and stab him in the heart at least twenty times. She was about to jump at Barnes through the table when Sam and Steve grabbed her by the shoulders and arms, pushing her back and restricting her movements. 

“Calm down,” said Steve gently, not letting her go. 

“I will not be fucking calm,” she screamed. “Ace called me with the news, telling me that Y/N’s at the hospital, fighting for her life because of you, wolf!” she tried to hold back her tears. “How could you fucking do that to her? She fucking loved you, Barnes.” 

“Ace, huh?” he kinked a brow.

And the dam with the tears broke. Yelena started to hysterically cry, shaking her head in disbelief. “Why? Why would you do that to her?”

“That was always the plan,” said Bucky without any emotions. “We were always planning to destroy you. I gained her trust and she stupidly fell in love with me which was a perfect opportunity for me to get rid of her,” and then he smiled wickedly. 

“She’ll survive,” she growled at him. “And then, she’ll kill you – slowly, intimately in any way possible.” 

Bucky’s phone beeped with a text, as well as to Yelena’s phone. Both quickly took their devices out and checked the text message. Bucky’s smile was back on his face, grinning like a winner. “She’s dead.” 

The blonde dropped her phone and it fell down on the ground with a loud thud. Her knees weakened as she started to cry even more. Her best friend and boss died – she died of poisoning, just like her father did. And it was all because of Barnes. 

“This calls for celebration,” said Bucky happily as he started to toy with his phone, typing on it. “How about Friday night? That is in two days. It’s going to be fun.”

“What the fuck happened to you, Buck?” Steve shook his head for like a hundredth time. 

“It had to be done,” his boss snarled back. “Stop fucking questioning my decision. It’s done, it’s over,” he was fuming. “It’s time to move on, stop crying and prepare for a little celebration with our friends – Starks and Hydra.” 

“You fucking little bitch,” Yelena gained back some energy and tried to jump back at Bucky. Unfortunately for her, Steve and Sam had their hands on her again, preventing her from hurting their boss. “I’m going to kill you, Barnes,” she screamed at him. “I’m going to kill you with my bare hands! Let me to. Let me go, right now, or I swear I will kill every one of you.” 

Her body was giving up. The grief was unbearable and she was slowly falling to the ground, in pain and sorrow. As much as she wanted to kill them all, she didn’t have the energy to do so. 

Bucky smirked and stepped to Yelena. He put a finger under her chin and made her look him directly in the eyes. “Now, listen up, Lenka,” he chuckled at that name. “Here’s how it’s going to go, and you better listen carefully, otherwise I will kill you and throw you into the trash.” 

“Don’t you fucking dare call me like that ever again,” she managed to say through gritted teeth. 

“I don’t give a shit you little whining bitch,” and suddenly, his grip was on her hair, holding it tightly. “Because I am not a horrible man, I have a proposition for you. You will stay with me until the party that I will throw. I want you to be with me, by my side, when I tell the amazing news of the destruction of House Fox. If you try to escape, or any other shit, I will have my men shoot you down at the spot and I will feed you to the dogs that some men own. Once the party is over, you are free to leave and never come back to New York… if, of course, you don’t want to stay with us, the Wolves. You’d be very valuable here.” 

Yelena’s face was red and her ears were steaming. If they all looked closely, they���d be able to see it. “You are a fucking monster. All of you are,” she shouted at all three men. “Once this is over, I am leaving. And you better fucking pray that you will never get under my hands, or I swear to God…”

“Enough talking,” he interrupted her speech. “I’m not scared of you, Yelena. Drop the act and be a good girl.” 

She swiftly rose to her feet and spat into his face. “Fuck you, Barnes. Burn in hell.” 

He wiped off the saliva from his face. “Take her to the guest room and lock her there. If she’ll cause any more trouble, take her to the basement where we’ll lock her up until Friday,” he ordered his two men that were still present in the room. 

“As you wish,” Sam mumbled under his nose. Together with Steve, they grabbed Yelena under her arms, holding her tightly. 

As they were leaving Bucky’s office, the boss received a message that brought a smile to his face. “Well, would you look at that? Our friends have accepted my invitation. It’s going to be an amazing evening. And, if everything goes right, we might be able to get some part of Queens,” he informed them happily. “I believe I deserve some Queens after this performance, don’t you think? Now go, before I change my mind and order you to lock her straight in the basement.” 

“Go fuck yourself, Barnes,” were the last words he heard from Yelena. 

New chapter around the weekend 2-3 of July. 

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[us2dinosaurplanet]

Sonic’s Return-Second Part

Finally, Misty arrived with Knuckles in tow. Misty: “Hey, Fox, having fun?” Me: "Uh, sort of.” Misty: “Well, anyway, this is the echidna I was telling you about.” Me: “So, you must be Knuckles.” Knuckles: “Fox McCloud, we meet face to face.” Me: “My words exactly, Misty told me a lot about you.” Knuckles: “So, she has? I’ve heard from Lisa that you’re a famous hero of your galaxy. You must have had done a lot.” Me: “Of course, compared to just sitting around watching over some rock.” Knuckles: “Hey! For your information, I have a good reason for guarding that so called “rock”.”

Me: “Hey, calm down, I understand. The Master Emerald is an important part of Angel Island. It’s what keeps the island afloat. Without it, the island will come crashing down. I was just kidding about that whole rock thing.” Knuckles: “Sounds like somebody’s been doing their homework.” Me: “What can I say? I learn from the best.” Misty: “Glad to see you 2 are getting along. Say, Fox, mind if I borrow Knuckles for a minute?” Me: “Oh, no, not at all, go right ahead.”

I soon gave Misty and Knuckles some time alone. I wanted to talk to Knuckles more, but those 2 have been friends for as long as I can remember and they haven’t seen each other in a while. They needed to catch up on old time sakes.

But it wasn’t long before I spotted a short, white rabbit out of the blue. She starred at me while holding a tiny, blue creature in her arms. I slowly walked up to her and got down on my knees. Me: “Hey, there, little girl. What’s you name?”

She said nothing and slowly stepped back. Me: “Hey, now, don’t be shy. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to know your name.”

She was hesitant, but after a while, she became less frightened. Rabbit: “Is it was they say true; are you really the famous Mr. Fox?” Me: “That’s right, now I want to know your name.” Rabbit: “My name is Cream and this is my best friend, Cheese. Please forgive me for not telling you that 1st. I hope you’re not mad.” Me: “Well, you seem like a polite little girl and don’t worry, I’m not mad. I forgive you.” Cream: “Really, you do? Oh, thank you, Mr. Fox. I heard from my friends that you’re a famous hero and you do many good deeds for people. You’re a good person, I always knew you were.” Me: “Gee, thanks, Cream. But tell me, if you knew I was then why were you frightened when I 1st recognized you?” Cream: “Well, it’s because meeting famous people like you sometimes makes me feel scared and uncomfortable. I don’t know why, I’m just like that. Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Fox. I’ve always wanted to meet you as much as Amy does, but it’s easier for her than it is for me when it comes down to meeting new people. I hope you understand.” Me: “Of course, I understand completely. I remember when I was a little kid. I use to have been just like you are; shy and confused.” Cream: “Wow, you were?” Me: “Yes, but I surrounded myself with a few nice kids my age that helped me through that and, well, thanks to them, I was able to make it this far.”

Cream let out an adorable giggle. Cream: “Really?” Me: “That’s right. I can see you surrounded yourself with some nice people, as well. Stick with them and you’ll be just fine.” Cream: “I will. Thank you, Mr. Fox.” Me: “Your welcome.”

Just then, Amy rushed right back unannounced, again. Amy: “Wow!! Super cool, handsome and kind? 3 different traits all in 1 person? I’m totally speechless! I…I mean I’m going up to Misty right now and telling her how lucky she is to fall for a guy like you! I’m so jealous! MISTY!!”

Then she ran out do exactly what she told me she was doing.  Me: “Man, what a freak!” Sonic: “Welcome to my world!” Cream: “I know Amy can be overly dramatic sometimes, but she does try hard for those she cares about.” Sonic: “A little too hard if you know what I mean.” Me: “Yeah, agreed.” Cream: “Well…that, too.” Misty: “I see you made a few new friends, Fox. “Huh?”

I looked up and before I knew it, Misty, Knuckles and, of course, Amy, were standing right in front of me. Me: “Gee, that was fast.” Misty: “So, who is this with you?” Me: “This is my good friend, Cream. Cream, I would like you to meet Misty, my…girlfriend.” Both of them shook hands. Cream: “Please to meet you, miss Misty.” Misty: “The pleasure is all mine.”

They stopped shaking hands. Me: “Let me guess; Amy brought you here, didn’t she?” Misty: “Um, yeah, that’s right. How did you know?” Me: “(Laugh) Let’s just say I have ways of knowing.” Misty: “Hm?” Knuckles:” I think he knows what he means.” Misty: “What? OK, just what are you guys talking about?”

We all just laugh with her. Meanwhile, someone was watching us. Voice: “So, Fox McCloud has finally returned. I should welcome him.”

#Ultimate Story 2 #Character Narrated #Fox McCloud #Misty #Sonic the Hedgehog #Tails #Knuckles the Echidna #Amy Rose #Cream the Rabbit #Narrated by Fox McCloud

[ga-yuu]

Yoshino Is my best girl❤️

I honestly love her because she's so different from the other MCs and so relatable!!!

I like how she can be such a cutie and a badass at the same time❤️❤️❤️!

Because of that I have many questions, so please answer if it doesn't bother you!

1. Does Yoshino kill somebody in any route or event? (If she does she's gonna end up being my waifu with Yona)

2. Does she have any interaction with her rival in love?

3. Does she treat Tamamo like a pet?

4. Is she someone easy to manipulate? (Honestly I don't think so but just in case)

5. Let's try to see ikegen like a visual novel, so we are Yoshino but she is herself and has a personality that sometimes can't be so relatable: who would ship her with?❤️

6. In the end: how will rank Ikemen MCs? (In the game you played ofc)

Thank a lot!

Sure!!

She is not the kind of person who chooses 'killing someone' as means of solving anything. Rather she would choose an alternative that doesn't involve killing. Of course, she's not a saint because she knows that wrongdoings have to be punished and she won't support any heinous act. You won't see her act all innocent and dumb. She would try to evaluate the gravity of the situation first and then decides to select the right punishment. If she thinks that a person deserves a second chance she will try and ask for it....it's not like she will get on her knees and beg 'Please punish me instead!!' or something like that.

But then there are situations where she does threaten to kill anyone if they touch her man. At that time, she knows that what she's doing is wrong and she won't forgive herself for it. But she'll still do it because saving the male lead would be her main priority. As for now, other than killing demons, she hasn't killed any humans.

2. Are you asking about Masako? Yes, she does.

3. Never! She always sees Tamamo as her best friend in every other route except for his. A buddy who will also support her and is always by her side. Due to their pact, her soul feels much closer to Tamamo than any other male lead. It's the same as Yoshitsune does with Kurama. You get what I mean right? It's something more than a friendship but less than a lover. It's a complicated relationship. Sometimes, Tamamo does switch to his little fox form to comfort Yoshino when she feels tired or sad. She'll be hugging him all night.

4. The Shogunate gang never manipulates her.....they bully her. The Rebels are the sweetest cinnamon rolls. They wished she was on their side. The Imperial Court trio is kinda sus. They have an Exorcist, a dead man, and a handsome grandpa.....so they might try to manipulate her because they think they're the darkest people in the world. Yasuchika would manipulate her if the situation demands (#anything for Akihito). Akihito, well, he does manipulate her almost entirely in his route. Ibuki.....I can see him manipulating her in his child form.

5. Wait Ikegen is not a visual novel? I didn't get that question. Do you mean to say 'WE' meaning 'I' am playing the visual novel as the main protagonist who is Yoshino....then who would I ship with? Sorry I didn't get that one!!??

6. Ikemen genjiden MC: Best MC EVER!! In the whole otome universe! You can't change my mind! She's the golden standard for MCs. Love her design! I'm happy that they didn't go for the boring long brown hair and brown eyes. Usually, Ikemen MC's designs seem inferior compared to the beautiful-looking male leads. But this girl has a pact form where her hair turns silver and eyes turn to gold...like a real fox. Not only that! My favorite form of her is in the story event 'Eternal Contract - What if I am a Demon?' where she's an actual demon and her eye color is hot pink and has beautiful pure white hair. I just love that form. Even her personality is very cute. I thought at first she would be dumb...and her only purpose in the game would be nothing more than romance. But I was wrong. Not only that! Yoshino is still useful to the male leads without her fox powers. She can work as a doctor and also get along with the soldiers. She's also very good at giving everyone moral support when necessary. She's my golden child!!! Okay, I'll stop here because I can go on and on about her if I want to.

Ikemen sengoku MC: She's the first sassy MC I've ever played and I like her. I don't know how she is in the JP ver. but in the Eng ver. I think she's really really good!! (Not as much as Yoshino though, no one can beat Yoshino!!). Since Ikemen Sengoku is the oldest game, I will give a pass for her design. I can say that her design and her hairstyle look very modern for Sengoku era. That's why I give her a pass!!

Now the rest feels like first copies of Ikemen Sengoku MC----

Ikemen Vampire MC: Seriously? They're the same person!! Ikesen and Ikevamp MCs look the same.. the difference is one wears a kimono and the other wears a shirt and skirt. Come on! Can't they make her hair or eye color different! or give her some more fashionable clothes. Maybe she's meant to be a relatable MC but at least make her look desirable. The male leads look so colorful with feathers and other accessories attached to their clothes but why not MC? And don't even get me started about her personality....She has no personality! She's vanilla! Other than being horny I found nothing going for her. I'm sorry if I offended Ikevamp MC's fans.

Ikemen prince MC: This girl has personality....BUT she's just too dramatic for me. I find her very loud sometimes and her reactions to things...well....some might think she's pure-hearted, innocent little girl but I don't! I don't care if her personality changes in every route...because no matter which route I play I'm sure I wouldn't really enjoy playing as her. I'd rather put Yoshino in every Ikemen Games if I was the CEO of Cybird! Her design.....yeah boring.....and also, can I ask WHY they made her job as a librarian? instead of author. I mean, her work as a librarian doesn't make sense. Also after she starts dating one of the princes, she just easily gets the librarian job in the palace without any effort. Yoshino had to prove to herself that she is useful both as a pharmacist and a reliable partner in war to everyone and Mai was on her own. Mai started her own business by herself in the Sengoku era!! These two worked hard for their jobs and Ikepri MC simply gets handed over everything just because she's in love with the male lead? Huh? I'm sorry! The plot of Ikepri is all over the place for me. I don't miss playing that game!!

Ikemen Revolution MC: At least!!!!!!!! Her design looks desirable! Blonde hair with blue eyes....perfect!!! Her dress is supposed to be the way it is because she is 'Alice' so yeah...I like that too. I don't know too much about her personality because I only played one route of Ikerev and in that route I found her to be Okay. Not great But okay. That's all I can say.

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #ikemen mc #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikemen revolution #ikemen prince

[wizardanarchosocialist]

Elrya: The New World By T. A. Onkọwe (Me)

1 - Ariṣe

Chaos peered from within Order's vastness, finding beauty and an equal. They tore themselves apart to gaze upon them more fully, creating the universe.

- Fibikemi Itanakorin III, Scribe of Ile-Lori, Balance of the Cosmos.

The Moon's Bounty was Ari's pride and joy. The long, sleek ship was made of baobab and was pulled through the sea by pale blue sails and a crew of, in Ari's opinion, the best and most loyal of O'Àwiṣuran. Certainly, they were the most colourful. The sails expanded as the shallow double-decked boat disembarked from shore, cutting quickly through the waves. Ari leaned over the deck of their ship and skimmed their fingers over the surface of the wide cerulean sea, grinning as the water churned around their fingers. They looked up, watching Zik unfurl the secondary sail, as the ship rushed even faster away from the coast. The deck was a scramble of crew busying themselves with the myriad of tasks necessary to run the ship.

The ship was busier than usual, because they had extra guests: A delegation of Moon Priests and their attendants. The priest’s ultimate destination was Ile’Iṣẹ [1], but Ari would only be taking them part of the way there. It was quite the detour from Ari's usual route, but with the amount of silver coin they'd paid the priests could get a trip round the globe.

"We're making good time Captain." Zik, Ari's first mate, called out. Zik was a stocky, well-built man, he like Ari, was covered in black, geometric tattoos. "We'll be at Parilimu[2] by daybreak.”

"Thank you Zik. I'll go to the stern, keep an eye out for reefs and check on our guests." Zik grinned, fox-like and mischievous as they passed him.

"Yes, Captain. The priestess is by the stern."

The sapphire blue water ripple outward as the ship gained speed. The island behind them slowly disappeared from view, and soon the only thing around for miles was sea and bright blue sky. Just as Zik said, the dark moon-touched priestess sat near the stern, dipping her dainty feet into the ocean.

"I hope the motion isn't too rough on you priestess..."

"Olarya." She patted the floor right next to her in invitation.

"...Olarya." Ari joined her, ignoring their Captain's chair to sit next to the princess. "We're going at maximum speed to make it to Parilimu in two months."

"I'm fine. I have a little experience on the sea, though certainly not as much as you. You're quite the sailor Ariṣe; Someone would think you're Waterborn, not a moonchild." The priestess smiled serenely, peering up at Ari with wide silver-blue eyes.

"Well, not everyone can be so obviously marked." Olarya dark skin was interspersed with patches of white pigmentless skin. Her curls were equally stark white. "Besides, the moon and the wind shape the currents and the tide and in turn affect the sea."

"You've got quite the silver tongue there, that must be how you convinced the council to pay you quite so handsomely, for your own expedition." The priestess jokes, but Ari could sense a bit of bite behind her words.

"It's not entirely my expedition anymore; We're taking a detour to pick up your guide." Ari arched their brow quizzically. The little priestess definitely had something up her sleeve.

"It could be your expedition." Olarya offered, launching into her no doubt already practised speech. "If you come with us the whole way."

"I don't get involved in church affairs." Ari responded curtly. They had a feeling this conversation was about to take a turn for the worse.

"This goes beyond 'church affairs'. It what we were made for-"

"It's what you chose." Ari interrupted. They'd heard this nonsense countless times before, from thousands of other people of the cloth. "I thought your church preached freedom."

Ari's words flustered the priestess, though she quickly regained her composure. "We do, of course we do... but sometimes freedom needs to be protected."

"Dangerous rhetoric." Ari let out a bitter laugh. "And ineffective on me."

"Please... Take this seriously." The priestess pleaded.

"I am. I have a duty to my crew. I don't have time to go off on diplomatic missions for a church that's never helped me and a father I barely knew." Ari stood up, steady and still even as the ship sped up. "The journey may take a little less time than expected, the winds seem favourable."

Ari sat on their captain's chair, overlooking the stern and water, busying themself with their work; charting the course of their journey and searching for a shortcut to make sure their time with the priests was as short as possible.

The priestess had unfortunately taken Ari at their word and accepted they wouldn't be swayed by lofty ideals or religious propaganda. Unfortunately, that just meant she moved her efforts to the crew. Olarya was quite the rhetorician, regaling the crew with tales of foreign, uncharted lands and all the riches and adventure that could be found in them, and playing them with top off the line palm wine.

It was sundown soon, and Olarya was illuminated only by the orange light of the sunset as she spoke, her attendants serving the crew. Zik broke away from the crowd and joined Ari next to the main mast, watching the messy crowd.

"She's got quite the skill with words." He stated, arms folded as he leaned against the mainmast. "But the crew's smart. It'll take more than words and decent wine to convince them."

"I know, I know." Ari said unconvinced. They peered out at the sky, eyes finding the moon as it started to breach the horizon. "The moon's in position, ready the sails."

Ari approached the ship's helm and Zik ordered the crew into their position. They got into the captain's chair as a deckhand approached with a pale, purple-blue, perfectly polished moon stone. Ari took it, cradling the gem carefully and concentrated silently.

Their crew was completely silent, though they did hear Olarya whisper to Zik, who quickly shushed her. After that, the only sound was the roar of the sea and the wind in the sails. The moon-stone glows dimly at first before quickly becoming more and more luminescent. The wavy tattoos that covered Ari's arms and peaked out from under their clothes began to glow as well. After a moment, Ari unceremoniously tossed the stone aside, stood up and walked towards the mast. They laid her hands on it, the glow seeped from their and into the mast. Immediately the ship began to rush forward, faster, and faster as the crew cheered. "Just two months." Ari whispered as they slumped over in their seat, ignoring the look they received from the now wind-tossed priestess.

[1] Island name, Centre

[2] A city state, name literally means pearl catch

A.N- @sewi-li-suwi, @sinharder, @reiki-tsubetai@concoctionboy and @hummbirb if you're interested. Let me know if you don't want to be @'ed.

#writers #write #writing #female writers #lgbt fiction #pirates #fiction #sea #sailing #Elrya #By T. A. Onkọwe

[cryptid-called-ash]

Found an old notebook, transcribed the merchant arc overhaul piece. Apologies for formatting, I’m on mobile.

The green eyed man with the carriage

“S’cuse me lad, I couldn’t ’elp noten’ yer dressed like an adventurer.” A man jogged over to me. He was smiling brightly.

He was taller than me, though that’s not saying much, and quite handsome. His hair was rather long, tied in a messy French braid, a rosey strawberry blonde in colour. He was pale, freckles smattering his cheeks gave him a vaguely fae-like appearance.

His eyes were the most striking thing about him. A bright emerald green, the most vibrant green I’d ever seen. The only person I could think of to compare such striking eyes to was Naofumi. They had such similar eyes.

All in all, this stranger cut quite the image. You got the sense he was either a father or an older brother.

“Yeah, I’m an adventurer,” I answered, looking this man up and down. “What makes you ask?” He laughed, a charming sound, and spoke.

“Thought perhaps I’d pester ye o’ bout the latest gossip, maybe offer ye some wares.” He tilted his head and frowned slightly. “Ye just strike me as a wee bit too young t’ be out ‘ere on yer own.”

The man cast a glance back at a nearby carriage. A small blonde girl in a white and pink dress and angel-like wings played with a white haired fox girl who looked around my age. The man smiled as he watched them for a moment, before he turned back to face me.

“Name’s Skaan, traveling merchant, with the ‘elp o’ my lassies, o’ course.” He held out his hand. I took it.

“Ren. Just Ren.” There was something almost electric about his touch, a feeling of something just out of reach danced in the back of my mind. Like a word on the tip of your tongue that you can’t quite remember, something important that shouldn’t be forgotten that can’t quite be remembered.

He stared at me intently for a split second, as if searching my expression for something, but just as quickly smiled again.

“We’re ‘bout t’ ‘ead ov’r t’ the next town, if yer looking’ fer a ride. The lasses ‘n I’d be more than pleased t’ take ye.”

#shield dad #the rising of the shield hero #naofumi iwatani #ren amaki #merchant arc overhaul #rotsh overhaul #saint of the bird god carriage #skaan the traveling merchant

[eldritchcuddles]

January* Wordcount tracking

*yes I’m aware it’s the middle of February don’t judge me >.<

Total January Wordcount: 7384 words Posted: nix! but I spent a chunk of January sick and the rest of it underwater at work, so it's not exactly a shock in spite of me doing my best to make it otherwise. Slowly chugging back into the swing of things now that the holidays are over and in theory so is the worst of the tax season prep garbage please let it be over i am  S O  tired orz IN PROGRESS: There’s a place I’ve seen where the soul burns clean: 6150 words  \(^o^)/ Self Indulgence Sandbox (most people live founders era AU + transmigration AU and a whole bunch of super self indulgent shenanigans): 461 words SVSSS surprise bunny (modern/urban fantasy AU, I guess? idek man this came out of nowhere I was possessed by the spirit of Airplane-jiujiu or something): 773 words

Sneak Peeks: 

> There's a place I've seen where the soul burns clean < "Get your hands off of me," Izuna snapped, trying to shove his way upright again. "If I can  make you lay down, Izuna-san, fighting people stronger than me is   pointless," Haruka told him, tipping him mercilessly back down onto his futon while Fuyubi - the old traitor - watched and didn't lift a finger or speak a word in his defense. "Is that your official medical opinion?" Fuyubi knew him well enough to hear the danger in his tone and gave him a   sharp look, but again, didn't say anything. Hn. Well, maybe the old man just preferred to let other people make their own mistakes. He could accept that. "What, don't slow your recovery with stupid fights? Does it need to be?" "It sounds to me like before I can be allowed out of your care to fight anyone else, first I have to prove I can beat you." Haruka's ability to mask her feelings really suffered if you caught her by   surprise, Izuna reflected, basking in the sudden and obvious look of realization followed by intense and instant regret that flashed across her face. "Uh."

> Self Indulgence Sandbox <

Her face had felt like her face, but how was she supposed to have known what that meant? She looked more like herself than she would have expected, still with her sharp chin and strong jawline, angular cheeks and eyebrows and faintly hooked blade of a nose. Her features were maybe a bit awkward with youth now, but she figured she would probably grow into them again. She was more likely to grow into someone more handsome than pretty, mitigating factors of the apparently mandatory Uchiha prettiness aside.

The upward sweep and angles of her left eye were more or less the same fox eye shape that she’d always had. Her right eye had always been slightly rounder, just another weird effect of the general distortion of that side of her face. Now she had one fox eye and one plum blossom eye, and that of all things was what was making her trip over herself as she studied the face that was now hers, but wasn’t.

She thought transmigration was supposed to start you as a baby? What was this nonsense with her having to get used to a new face and body during puberty? She did her time with this already! There better be some damn good perks to compensate her for having to do this again!!

… Okay so she was starting with a fully unlocked version of one of the most powerful kekkei genkai in the world, so. Maybe that was her compensation.

Still, she was a teenager again, and it was bad enough the first time. She really didn’t want to do it again, but the alternative seemed to be dying, so she’d make the best of it.

And it could be worse, at least she didn’t seem to have a System like some of those novels had that gave her secret quests and restrictions and shit, that would suck a lot.

> SVSSS Surprise Bunny < "This is the guy that regularly makes you cry from being mean about your writing that you freely admit is shit churned out to keep you in crap discount noodles and stuff. Totally understand why you'd want some troll with delusions of being a literary sophisticate to know where you live, people that get off on feelings of superiority over stupid shit are usually great IRL buds." Wow, that was rich coming from her, although Airplane valued his life too highly to say that to Miss Sha's perfectly made-up little face. "... Did you just say eye are ell like... did you just do that?" She put one of her claws fingers in his face and he gulped, going a little cross eyed trying to track both the potential murder-talon and what she was saying. "You have no room to talk about being internet poisoned, first off, and second off, this is about you and your shitty security decisions, not my unique and quirky idiolect." Yep, she'd been spending a lot of time around Liu Mingyan again, huh. It was  always funny hearing the younger demon generations picking up modern  slang. If Airplane wouldn't have ended up super dead almost as soon as he arrived, he'd love to see how their royal demon families handled the generation gap getting so much more dramatic now that their realms were in conjunction again for the first time in he didn't care how many thousand years. He was willing to bet that Lord Sha would shrug it off, but Mobei-jun's uncle? His dad? Hilarious. Not that Mobei-jun hardly ever spoke around him, so Airplane's assumptions about him acquiring modern speech patterns were mostly theoretical, but it was funny! He could maybe use it as inspiration for a skit in one of his short spinoff stories! He was very careful to hide the sources of his inspiration, of course, but he was still so glad Mobei-jun definitely never read any of his stuff. He didn't need to know how much inspiration Airplane had taken from his... everything. Anyway, he was trying to banter with Sha Hualing and making her feel ignored was never a good idea. "Oh, were you going for manic pixie dream girl on purpose? I've never been sure." She leaned in (eep!), red (berry bright, juicy, stop trying to narrate real life like it's a lead in to some last minute before the deadline filler papapa, come on, especially not about these assholes you call friends sometimes when the shivering purse dog you have where other people keep their self-respect is napping on the job!!) Yes! Anyway! Red lips, very nice mouth he supposed if you were into that sort of thing, but it curved into a very mean little smile that wouldn't have been out of place on any of the meaner wives in his novels. Which wasn't surprising, Airplane guessed. He drew inspiration from many sources, he was a man of varied tastes that could cater to a wide range of paying readers! "And you never will be," she told him smoothly, giggling as he whined. He was still sick! This was patient abuse! Or something!

#wordcount tracking #here there be ravings #melodious cacophonies

[larabiatasstuff]

Happy birthday!!!! 🖤 First of all, great taste, old man Terry is my #1 too. What would your ideal date with him be like? A nice dinner in an upscale restaurant, or maybe a picnic on the beach? Or Golf N Stuff??? 😆 Actually, please tell me your ideal date and then tell me how you think he'd behave at a Golf N Stuff date lol. I think that would be cute.

Thank you so much 🖤Well we love our handsome silver fox. I answered the question with the date before, it says first date but it would also be the ideal date for me.

For the Golf N Stuff part, I had to google it😅

And I'm sorry if I didn't get everything right.

When Terry said he has the weekend off I was beyond excited. "Oh honey I know exactly what we're going to do." he looks at me "No we will not go to that place you're always talking about. First it's for younger people and second I'm to tall for most of the stuff there." I look at him with the best puppy eyes I can come up. "Honey please, it's for families, we are a family and I'd be happy if we just play mini golf. Please honey." He takes a deep breath. "Will you stop begging if I say yes?" "Yes of course honey, I love you so much, really. You're the best." I say while placing kisses all over his face. When the day comes Terry isn't very excited but when he sees how happy I am he can just smile. When we finally arrive at the mini golf course I get in position to make the first hit." You're not going to hit the target if you do it like that sweetheart." I look at him confused "What do you mean?" he comes closer "The way you stand and hold the club that's not going to work." I roll my eyes at him "Honey this should be fun we're not playing for the honor of our families." Terry smiles and holds his hands up "Okay, then try it." So I'm getting ready for my first hit and missed the target. "Okay Mr Silver then show me how to do it right." Terry takes the club from my hands, gets in position and hits the target at the first try. I just stand there watching him with an open mouth. "See? That's how you do it sweetheart.Want me to teach you? " he smiles and kisses me on the cheek. "" Okay, maybe you're right. Teach me sensei. "He stands behind me his hands on mine." So stand like this and hold your arms like this. And now try. " So I do as he says and it works." Did you see that honey? Did you? " Terry chuckles" Yes sweetheart, that was amazing." I put my arms around his neck and pull him into a soft kiss." I had a good teacher. How about we start a new game and the loser has to grant the winner a wish? "Terry holds me closer to his body" Sounds perfect to me sweetheart. "

#thomas ian griffith #terry silver #sensei targaryen #cobra kai #Kk3