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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Lay Me Down

Pairing: Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader Summary: You look to the past and future on your last night as a human. Word Count: Over 3.6k Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, swearing, possessive behavior, slight fluff, slight angst, mentions of violence, blood, and death, some world building (is that a warning?), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: @buckysdollforlife suggested vampire mob!Bucky to me after sharing a photo. With the encouragement of @jobean12-blog and @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky , I ran with it and created THIS! Thanks to @dreamlessinparis and @sgt-seabass for listening and spitballing, along with @sweeterthanthis who also provided me with a delicious prompt near the end (we'll see it in the next part). Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby (thank YOU as well!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard and banner by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Staring out the window at the city lights, you wondered how many were blissfully unaware of those who roamed in the shadows. They should consider themselves lucky. Peace existed between humans and supernatural creatures, but for a price. Clans and packs around the world required payment to keep the peace. Tomorrow, the Barnes clan will come to collect.

The leader, James, affectionately nicknamed Bucky, didn’t ask for money or power. He had more than enough to survive long after most would leave this world. There was only one thing he demanded to continue protecting the eastern territory: you.

While clans and packs flourished, there had to be balance. Humanity and light needed to exist. Your father came from a powerful line with their own set of gifts and he often acted as a mediator between the families.

He expected that someone would eventually lay claim to you, as much as he tried to shield you from his associates.

Special in your own way thanks to your blood.

"Be thankful it's the Barnes family."

You did consider yourself somewhat lucky. Your mom explained becoming a vampire was an honor and you would still be you at your core after the ceremony. While the marriage appeared to be transactional with Bucky gaining the use of your gifts, your husband-to-be did love you.

You would know if he didn't.

"Your family will still thrive while you're in my care."

"And I'll be bound to you forever, James."

"Since we're in love and have an eternity awaiting us, I think it's time you call me Bucky."

A girl could do worse than Bucky Barnes.

You closed the curtain after a minute. Between the guards outside of your door and across the street keeping an eye on the building, you knew that you were safe for the night. Your phone got your attention as you crossed the room, recognizing the ringtone. "Hey, Bucky."

"You should be asleep, darling."

His face shimmered in your mind as the rich timbre of his voice filled your ears. Glacier-blue eyes framed by long lashes. Sharp cheekbones and a jaw peppered with stubble to match his lush, dark brown hair. He trimmed it recently, but it was still long enough to sweep back.

Masculine. Attractive. Beautiful.

Everything most would expect from a vampire.

"Then why did you call me?" you asked, sitting on the bed.

He chuckled. "Because I hoped you'd be awake. You rushed off after the rehearsal and I wanted to check on you. I think everyone was a bit worried."

You sighed, letting your mental walls down long enough for your family to sense that you were okay. You hadn't meant to leave so abruptly, but you couldn't stay. The rehearsal reminded you that you'd no longer be human after tonight. Instead, your body would no longer age while your loved ones would grow old and pass on.

Your parents. Your little brother. In a way, your wedding would be the beginning of letting them go.

Peace always comes with a price.

"I'm fine. I didn't mean to worry any of you. I'll apologize to my family tomorrow."

Your dad insisted, no matter what, that you ate breakfast as a family. It would be your last meal with them. You would have to appreciate every bite and flavor of your favorite foods.

"Are you having second thoughts?" Bucky asked.

"No," you whispered. You wouldn't do that to him or your family. "Just wondering if you'll get sick of me after a century or if it'll only take a decade."

"I won't get sick of you. Ever."

He spoke the truth.

"Forever is a long time," you said, wiping an unexpected tear from the corner of your eye.

"It is. Is it selfish that I don't want to spend it alone?"

"No. I think it's only natural that you want someone to share it with after everything," you said.

Bucky had been through enough horrors to last a lifetime. Being the last of his bloodline after the slaughter of his family, he managed to rebuild his clan from dust and rise up in the ranks. It wasn't enough, as those in power often found. He craved companionship to chase the demons away.

A mate.

"Are you having second thoughts?" you asked. "You could have chosen Dolores as your bride or someone from another clan."

Some vampires had multiple partners, but Bucky wasn't one of them. His love didn't waver or wander. He devoted himself to you and would continue to do so in marriage.

"I don't want Dolores or another bride," he told you, not hiding the slight anger in his voice that you dared suggest that he would want anyone besides you.

"I just know some aren't happy that you chose a human as your mate."

You weren't naive. Just because Bucky planned to turn you didn't mean all of the pure blood clans liked the idea of a human becoming one of them. Or that the Rogers clan offered to protect your dad's territory, too. In their eyes, you were weak. Even with your gifts.

No one would dare make an attempt on your life on your wedding day at the risk of starting a war, but that didn't mean someone wouldn't try later. That was only the vampires. The wolves were a different story.

Loving Bucky is easy, but that didn't mean the road ahead would always be smooth.

"You and I are happy. That's what matters. I will keep you safe," he said, leaving no room to argue.

"I know you will. Turning me will make me stronger, too, so we'll keep each other safe. Remember that," you reminded him.

"Like you'd let me forget," he said fondly. "I saw your protective streak the moment we met and I knew I wanted to share forever with you. Do you remember that day?"

"I do. You planned to kill my dad."

You remembered that day well.

You stood outside your father’s office door once you pushed past the guards, ignoring their warnings that he was in an important meeting. They knew better than to argue with you and didn’t sense the danger lurking feet away. They should have. If your dad wasn’t careful, this conversation would be his last. You couldn’t let that happen.

"It's out of respect for you that I came here alone today, but you're trying my patience," a deep voice spoke to your father.

You shook your head, telling yourself not to let the hypnotic tone distract you.

"I have no information for you, James. I'm sorry."

You gasped. There wasn't a soul who didn't know who James Barnes was. Though he was a close associate of your father, he never laid eyes on you. Your dad didn't let any of his associates see you.

"Alexander Pierce was killed after meeting with you and you received a large portion of his shares. And then you don't show when we call an emergency council session. The same session where an assassin tried to take Steve and I out with wooden bullets."

Steve Rogers, best friend to James. Another powerful vampire and name most feared. He was kind to your father from what you heard and a man of honor.

"Alexander wasn't a good man and I didn't want to do business with him, but I didn't kill him or have him killed. His money means nothing to me. And I had nothing to do with the attack on you or Steve. Why would I do such a thing?”

“My men haven't found evidence against anyone else. And in all the time I've known you, you haven't missed a meeting. Ever."

It was your fault he missed the meeting.

"Your clan has been generous to my businesses for years," your dad reminded him. "Believe me when I say I’d have nothing to gain and everything to lose by going against you and Steve."

“I want to believe you, I do, but I have to take action. You understand."

You stiffened before you yanked the door open and rushed inside. “Don’t you dare touch him.”

“Where the hell are the guards?" your dad asked, his eyes wide as he stood up from his desk chair. "You shouldn't be here. Get out. Now!"

He was never afraid.

The man across from him slowly rose to his feet. With his tall, broad build, he could’ve been mistaken for a wolf. Even with his back toward you, you sensed his power. You shivered when he turned his head toward you, his eyes the coldest you had ever seen.

How could someone carry death in a stare?

��You must be the daughter.”

The dark, melodic voice threatened to bring you to your knees. You had spoken to vampires before, but none had ever affected you like this. “I am. And you must be James Barnes. Your reputation precedes you."

His gaze swept over you as you did the same to him. His elegant black suit looked tailored to perfection. Not a single hair was out of place. You had to admit he was one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. Vampires had no right to be so pretty.

And this vampire wanted you.

“I am. And I can see why your father refused to bring you to meetings or let us meet. The photos I've seen of you are beautiful, but they don't do you any justice.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks. Men said whatever they could to get in your pants, but this man believed you were a vision of beauty. You couldn’t let that distract you.

“I’m the reason he missed the meeting.”

"What are you doing?" your dad asked in your mind. "We agreed not to say anything."

"It's the only way."

You didn’t see James move as you blinked, refusing to let him intimidate you when he stood in front of you and gripped your chin with a cold hand. “You smell good.”

“James, please," your dad begged, holding his hand out as the cabinet across the room flew open. He kept a range of weapons to use against various creatures if necessary. "Don't hurt my daughter."

“It’s okay, dad. He won't,” you said, which was enough to make your dad lower his hand before he could summon a weapon.

"You sure about that?" James asked.

"If you wanted to hurt me, you would've done that already," you said as your eyes locked with his. "And if you do, you won't get the answers you're looking for."

"I'm listening," he said, brushing a finger over your neck.

“My dad didn't put a hit out on anyone. I had a gut feeling something bad was going to happen the day of the meeting. Really bad. I begged him to stay home," you explained.

"You're psychic?” he guessed as he loosened his grip. “I’m told your entire family has gifts.”

It was no secret that your father and mother possessed psychic abilities, like their ancestors had for many generations. Vampires had a tough time compelling you unlike regular humans. It made your bloodline special. A blessing or a curse depending on who you spoke to.

"Not exactly. More like claircognizant. I can't see the future, but I just know things without any tangible evidence."

"That's convenient," James said.

"I can also sense feelings, like if someone is lying or has bad intentions. My instincts aren't wrong. They never have been,” you explained, nodding to your dad. “You had every intention of killing him before I walked in because you thought he betrayed you and your friend. He didn’t. Listen to my heart beat if you think I’m lying.”

The steady rhythm told him you were telling the truth.

"If you can sense my intentions, what do you think I want to do to you?"

"Everything," you whispered. "And you know my dad didn't do anything. You're just looking for someone to take your rage out on."

James raised an eyebrow, seemingly impressed. “I’m sorry I suspected your father. He's a good man, but I've been burned in the past by people I thought were allies. You’ll have to understand that trust isn’t easy for me," he explained as he ran his thumb along your lower lip, not caring that your dad was watching. You almost sucked the digit into your mouth. "So you just knew he shouldn't go to the meeting."

"I did."

James hummed, sparing your dad a glance. "If these abilities of hers are that good, why have I not heard anything about them until now?"

"Because she's my daughter," he said, stepping around the desk when the vampire turned his attention back to you. "She isn't yours to use."

"We'll see about that." The flash of fangs when James smiled didn't frighten you. "What else can you do?"

"Have you heard of personal illusion?"

"Tell me more, darling."

"I was only going to kill your father if he set me up. I happen to like him," Bucky reminded you, making you blink the memory away. He wouldn't have been able to let a hit on him go unpunished. Your dad would've done the same. "Did you realize the danger you put yourself in by revealing to me what you could do?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you? I got a lecture about it later," you said, picturing Bucky smiling and shaking his head on the other end of the line. "But, thankfully, my dad didn't hold a grudge against you and I trusted you."

"Even when I suggested you sit in on my next deal to sniff out the rat? You still weren't suspicious of me?"

"Even then," you smiled. "I knew you needed answers, but you also wanted me around because I intrigued you."

"You still do."

Your dad didn't like the idea at first. As a telekinetic with limited telepathic ability, he admitted his gifts likely wouldn't find the culprit for Bucky. Not if he wanted it done quickly. You had a much better chance.

"Keep my daughter safe."

"You have my word."

Bucky instructed you to stay close to him, which meant he had you on his lap the moment he took a seat. A portion of the men wanted to fuck you, assuming you were a whore when Bucky didn't introduce you by name, and their intentions slightly overwhelmed you as they leered. Not that it took much of a push. They saw what you wanted them to see.

Steve Rogers was the only other one there who knew who you really were.

"Stroke their egos, darling. They like that."

You stayed strong and played dumb, the way you were told to. Laughed at a joke here and stroked Bucky's hair there. You wondered if you played the part too well when you wiggled your hips in the vampire's lap, but you couldn't help your attraction to him.

Especially since he was a heartbeat away from taking you on the table.

"Don't start what you can't finish," he warned you against your neck. "Business first."

You knew the moment Bucky brought up Alexander's death and the unsuccessful assassination of him and Steve that the leader of the Rumlow clan, Brock, was to blame. It would be discovered later that he double crossed Pierce and set up the hit in order to claim more territories. He was furious that the attempt failed, but cleaned up his tracks enough to go undetected by the others. Even Bucky hadn't known.

Brock would have taken you for the night and drained you dry if he had the chance.

When you excused yourself, unable to hold the illusion of yourself you created for much longer, you winked and smiled playfully at the men. As you passed Brock's chair, you bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Bucky locked eyes with you as you pulled the door shut behind you.

He dubbed it the "Kiss of Death".

Because anyone who fucked with him wasn't going to leave in one piece.

"That was the first night we made love," Bucky said, his voice moving along your skin as if he were there.

You pressed your thighs together, but it didn't give you any relief. His voice alone puts you on the edge of bliss. "Would you call it 'making love'?"

"I fucked you and I made love to you."

You waited in Bucky's suite for hours after the meeting, which gave you a chance to familiarize yourself with your surroundings. It was devoid of anything personal, a strange mix of luxury and comfort. The only thing that gave away who the place belonged to was the family crest above the fireplace.

A beautiful, lonely room.

You passed the time reading on the chaise lounge before the double doors flew open. Bucky's eyes glowed an unnatural blue as he walked in, his hair disarrayed and clothes covered in blood. Brock's blood. You felt the battle within him to claim you as his own or let you go on your way. You owed him no loyalty, yet you helped him.

And you asked for nothing in return.

"Leave or I won't stop myself."

You stood up and faced him, wordlessly baring your neck. He wouldn't claim you without speaking to your parents, but the beast inside him raged. You were willing to satisfy him for the night.

It was only the beginning.

"Never tasted anything as delicious as you. I nearly lost control."

"I bet you say that to all the girls," you teased, knowing full well he dismissed any blood mistresses he had after he met you.

"Only to the girl I love," he whispered.

You touched your neck, knowing by heart where he bit you the first time. Buried deep inside your wet walls, he sank his fangs into your neck and took enough blood to satisfy his craving. Every cell in your body hummed with pleasure as he drank and left you dizzy and aching when he finished.

"Can you feel how much I love you?"

"I can," you whispered.

You felt it in every glance, touch, kiss. Each whispered word against your ears, lips, and skin. He showered affection upon every inch of you until no place was left untouched.

His love for you only grew when he asked for your hand in marriage after a few months.

Once he spoke with your father and assured the protection of your family and territory, he agreed. Your little brother actually hugged Bucky when he heard the news and asked him to always be good to you. You may be his big sister, but he still felt the need to protect you. Bucky promised he would always take care of you.

"You love me and my blood was so good, you put a ring on it," you teased.

Bucky burst out laughing, the sound bringing a smile to your face. Hardly anyone made him laugh. "Yes, darling, you're just that good."

You held your hand up to look at the ring on your finger. The large, teardrop ruby flashed in the faint light. He chose it because it reminded him of blood and the promise you made to him.

The tiniest shackle to bind people together, but it wasn't heavy or a burden.

"And if I'm that good, I'll have you knocked up during our honeymoon."

"Bucky!" you smiled in spite of yourself, knowing your parents secretly wanted grandchildren.

"What? With our bloodlines, our child might be stronger than both of us."

"Not might. Our child will be stronger than us if we have one," you said.

Another reason why someone would want you dead or taken away from Bucky.

"You said we'd keep each other safe. We'll protect our child, too."

"Why don't we concentrate on finding Steve a mate first and then kids?" you suggested.

"We can do both."

"I thought I needed to sleep," you smiled at his stubbornness.

"I'm giving you something to think about so you have good dreams. A beautiful wedding, blissful honeymoon, and bright future," he said.

You knew you'd dream of him tonight.

"Thank you, Bucky. I think I can sleep now."

"Good. Rest, my love. You need it."

You shivered at the underlying promise as you hung up. He was right. You needed to rest. If you let your thoughts consume you, you wouldn't get any sleep. Bucky didn't need a grouchy bride.

Your phone dinged before you could set it down, seeing a message from the devil himself.

"If you're reading this, you aren't sleeping. Bad girl."

You laughed as you typed back to him. "You did that on purpose."

"I may have. Since I have your attention…"

Oh, the three dots. This'll be good.

"Tomorrow, on our wedding day, I'm going to recite my vows twice."

Your brows furrowed as you saw him typing more. Why would he recite them twice? To make the words sink in?

"Once at the altar. Once again in the bedroom."

Oh.

"With my tongue."

OH.

"On your pussy."

Fuck.

"One letter at a time."

Fuck. Oh, fuck. No. I need to sleep. I don't need that image in my mind.

"You'll know in your soul that you're truly mine."

You tried to think of a coherent or witty response, but only one thing came to mind.

"I love you, Bucky Barnes."

You set your phone down before you could see if he typed a response back. If he could make your knees weak, you'd do the same to him. Nothing made him weaker than your love.

It also made him stronger.

Touching the empty spot beside you, you wished Bucky was there. Maybe he would surprise you and sneak in. If only to kiss your forehead and remind you that you were in this together. Because after tomorrow, there was no going back. You would belong to James Buchanan Barnes.

Forever.

We'll see our new couple again in future fic Down to Sleep. We may also get an alpha for another reader. Love and thanks! ❤️

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its-all-stardust · 18 days

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Guardian Angel

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Joel Miller/GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Prompt: Sometimes guardian angels don’t have a lovely singing voice and a set of fluffy wings, sometimes they have a deep frown on their face and a very bad attitude. (from creativepromptsforwriting)

Notes: this was meant to be a lot shorter 🥲 (not that it's technically long, but still). this is me attempting to write shorter fics/prompts as a way of refining my writing for oneshots so they don't drag on. this fic isn't anything special/impressive, but exists as a writing exercise.

You never considered yourself useless, but you were pretty sure Joel Miller thought you were.

He came to Jackson in the spring with a teenage girl in tow. He said she wasn’t his daughter, but everyone could see the relationship all the same.

Joel got put to work right away. As a right of passage for anyone looking to go on patrol—one of the only things Joel was truly interested in—they shadowed you in the stables. You’re technically not Jackson’s stablemaster, but you had the best attitude when it came to training newbies on how to handle and take care of a horse.

You were a good teacher and had the patience to deal with both an angry rider and their annoyed mount. A talent few possessed, so you’ve been told. Your bright attitude, helpful nature, and unwillingness to give up truly allowed you to flourish in your role.

“Have you ever worked with a horse before?” was the first question you always asked a resident who hadn’t come from Jackson.

“I’ve ridden one before,” Joel said, his voice low, like he didn’t want to be heard.

“Okay, but that’s not what I asked.” Riding a horse was different from working with it, trusting it. You couldn’t race along the paths around Jackson, running from or chasing Infected if your mount’s instincts differed from yours.

Despite how gently you said it, the words still made Joel frown and eye you up and down like you’d lost your mind. He hadn’t said anything, though, so you counted it as a win.

A couple of months later, Joel still greeted you with a scowl.

He’d graduated from stable work, riding and caring for his horse with ease, having become one of your top students. You still saw him at the end of every one of his rounds when he returned to the stables.

You tried not to take his gruff demeanor and permanent frown to heart. Despite his apparent dislike of you, he’d never actually said anything rude or condescending. He was always polite, even with his lack of interest in conversation. No matter how hard you tried to pull him in, get him talking, the most you would get was a word or two amongst the volley of grunts that typically served as his answers.

You kept talking to him anyway because, well, he never told you to stop.

The times you got him to talk, though, were always circumstantial and more often related to something you were about to do or something about to happen to you.

“Watch it,” Joel called, grabbing your arm and yanking you away from the carelessly tossed shovel left near one of the stable doors. “You gotta look where you’re going.”

You knew the stables like the back of your hand; you didn’t need to look up to see where you were going—at least, you never thought you did. You were focused on the torn harness in your hands, examining it and wondering if it could be salvaged or if it was better going into the scrap pile. The last thing you were worried about was watching where your feet were stepping.

Startled by Joel’s sudden outburst and handling of you, you stared at him wide-eyed for a moment before noticing the shovel. It wasn’t anything major; the most that would have happened to you would have been your foot catching on the curve where the wooden handle met the metal. You were around horses all day, every day; you’ve experienced worse than a stumble from a shovel.

Nevertheless, you wholeheartedly thanked Joel.

“I really should,” you said, smiling at him. “But my mind is always somewhere else.”

“I’ve noticed,” he said under his breath.

And it continued like that for months. By the end of fall, Joel always seemed to be there, rescuing you from things that wouldn’t have amounted more to a bump or bruised ego.

“Don’t hit your head,” he said when you tried to stand too soon after crawling under a table chasing after a runaway buckle for the harness you were repairing. Joel’s hand had been hovering over your head, and when you tried to rise, the back of his hand scrapped against the table.

You thanked him again and politely didn’t say anything about why he felt the need to suddenly crouch at your side to save you from some scrapped skin.

“Like this,” he said when he saw you trying to repair a stall wall. He took the hammer from your hand before you could say anything and promptly started hammering the exact same way you had been. “Gotta move your hand once you get the nail in so you don’t hit yourself.”

“Thanks…” you said awkwardly, less enthusiastic than all the other appreciative words you’ve given out. The man had apparently never seen you do repair work around the stables in all the time he’d been in Jackson.

“Let me,” was said when you were mucking out the stalls. You had the wheelbarrow full and were about to take it outside when Joel stepped up. That, you were fine with him handling, but part of you wondered if he thought you were incapable. Did he really think shoveling shit was beyond you?

It was all, admittedly, a little much.

You didn’t usually get annoyed at people. No one quite got on your nerves enough. And if they came close, you were a master at redirection—either of their attention or your work—which helped to avoid much direct conversation.

Joel, on the other hand, was like your shadow. No amount of running or insisting you didn’t help couldn’t keep him away from you. There was even one instance where you thought he was on patrol, only to turn around and see him staring you down from the stable doors.

Then, one day, one of the horses returned from patrol with a nasty scrape on its shoulder. It had slammed into a tree during a chase with a small group of Infected. The rider managed to get it back to Jackson okay, but once it was in the stable, the stallion started fighting back, not wanting to be touched.

All the horses in Jackson trusted you more than they trusted any of their riders. You figured you’d be able to calm the beast down so he could get treated.

“Woah, woah!” you called, hands raised in front of you, and you stepped back as the stallion, Ash, reared up. “It’s okay, you’re okay, boy.” You kept your voice soft, gentle, after screaming at everyone around you to keep quiet. Loud sounds weren’t going to help a skittish horse.

All four legs down on the ground again, Ash was still wide-eyed, chest heaving. He realized he was surrounded, looking around and stamping his feet at the circle of people trying to wrangle him. One of the other stablehands, thinking he could lasso the stallion, got too close to Ash’s rear. Ash spied him and kicked out a back leg, nearly catching the man in the chest before he stumbled back just in time.

After that, you waved everyone away. You thought nothing of the new shadow in the doorway behind Ash.

“Now, now, I’m not gonna hurt you,” you continued to soothe. You said nonsense a horse couldn’t understand, but you needed him to hear your voice, recognize you, and realize he was safe.

Ash’s breathing steadily started to even out, and you braved taking a step closer. He was still in his harness, the reins hanging down. If you could grab it, you could lead him back to his stall, giving him more time to settle away from people and other horses until he could get treated.

But Ash wasn’t as calm as you had thought. Instead, he had apparently been readying himself to lash out again.

You didn’t see it, not until it was too late, until you were too close. But someone else did.

“Move!” A voice shouted just as Ash reared up again. The next thing you knew, you were tackled to the ground, a loud grunt of pain sounding in your ear just before you landed.

There was shouting and Ash neighing, but you could only focus on Joel.

He hovered above you, staring down. “Are you alright?” he asked, voice strained. Ash had kicked him, you realized. Ash would have kicked you square in the chest if Joel hadn’t intervened.

His brow was furrowed, and you couldn’t tell if it was from the pain or concern for you.

“Are you alright?” You sat up, needing to check Joel over. Depending on how hard Ash got him and the angle, Joel could have had a broken shoulder or ribs.

“‘M fine,” he said, trying to brush you off. He kept staring at you, his hands twitching as if he wanted to reach out and touch you.

“You just got kicked by a horse, Joel.” You gently touched his right shoulder and caught him wincing.

You heard Ash squeal then and tensed, preparing for another outburst. But, thankfully, the others had finally caught him. He wasn’t happy and still struggling, but they were able to lead him to his stall, where they could leave him until he would let someone approach and tend his wound.

Able to breathe a sigh of relief, you turned back to Joel.

“Why did you do that?” you couldn’t help but ask. You were pretty sure Joel disliked you at best. What would have made him take a kick from a distressed horse for you?

“Someone has to watch out for you,” he said, somehow looking both inconvenienced and…shy.

You stared at him, stunned, unable to move even as he stood and held out his hand.

Joel Miller couldn’t…

Could he?

You took so long to do anything, Joel started to drop his hand. Your hand quickly shot out, grabbing his in a death grip. As he pulled you to your feet, pain flashed across his face. He used his bad side to help you.

Without letting go of his hand, you said, “Let’s go get you checked out.”

Joel’s protest died on his lips when he saw the look on your face. You wouldn’t take no for an answer.

After that, you let Joel take care of you however he saw fit, and on occasion, you returned the favor.

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greenboyfriend · 6 months

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choose a silly little guy! (tarot card reading)

image source image 1: the silly snail traverses across the great terrain of your dashboard. where will he go? no one knows... image 2: the tortoise sits languid, motionless. he hasn't had his special treat today. image 3: the bat stretches out his big wings as if to say hello! he's not really, though. he's just stretching.

1.・。.・゜✭

it sounds strange, but im getting the feeling that ur going to be joining an institution of some kind. there's a need to "find the right mix" or balance, maybe this system will help you reach your goals, or joining it is the goal itself. this may be a religious institution for some. in joining with others, you will create the perfect synthesis for healing & flourishing. the word "institution" implies a cold, sterile environment, but I dont think this is true for you. or if it is, you need to push against it! this opportunity will benefit from you being creative, outgoing, and bold. be the change you want to see happen. in your enthusiasm, you may inspire others to do the same, thus leading to further camaraderie and joy!!

(temperance, the hierophant, king of wands)

2.・。.・゜✭

it seems like you've lost something or someone important. you're bemoaning your fate, wishing you had done something else. on top of this, your naturally kind, generous nature is being taken advantage of- you're refusing to stand up for yourself and becoming a doormat of sorts. you're probably even aware of this! think of this situation as a way to find out what you truly care about; above all else, what do you value? it may help you to turn your nurturing energy inwards, take care of yourself as you would someone else. you must stop feeling like a victim. be unapologetic. you have to live with yourself for the rest of your life, so why not be kind to who you are? the thesis is this: do you take care of others the way you should take care of yourself?

(queen of pentacles reversed, 5 of cups, the lovers reversed, 10 of swords reversed)

3.・。.・゜✭ a lot like those who chose the first image, ur in some sort of institutionalized setting. u may be well on ur way to achieving ur goal, by using ur intuition as ur guide, and carrying urself with a quiet confidence. others may look to you for inspiration, and may talk about ur successes. although it seems like ur on the right track, ur shying away from stepping into this fiery, leadership energy. the thing is, though, is that you have got it all together- ur emotional power, vibrancy, and dedication to ur group speaks for itself. it's time to step into the limelight! u already find urself naturally becoming the center of attention, why not embrace it? it's true that not everyone is going to approve of the way you do things, but a lot of people support you, and many will come to once you take this stand. believe in urself!! I know a part of u already does ! >_o

(page of cups, queen of wands, the hierophant, king of wands reversed)

thanks for reading! if ur interested in getting an in depth reading with me, send me a dm or an ask!

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dreamonseems · 1 year

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Imagine y/n saying I love you to Erling for the first time (in anyway you want) a him being so happy that you love him that he’s speechless and all he can do is kiss you (ends in smut if you are comfortable)

I love your writing and keep up the good work 🩷🩷

I Love You

Erling Haaland X Reader

Summary: Reader finally says I love you to Erling.

⚠️ Warning: Smut!!!

Erling and Y/N had been together for a month, and the relationship was nothing short of perfect. Y/N was still in disbelief that she had found someone like Erling - he was kind, caring, and always put her needs first. She was completely smitten with him and couldn't help but feel head over heels in love.

However, Y/N was hesitant to express her true feelings to Erling. She didn't want to scare him off or make things awkward between them. Her friends had warned her that confessing her love too early could push Erling away.

Despite her reservations, Y/N couldn't deny that she had fallen for him since the first week they met. She admired Erling's personality and the way he made her feel. But she kept her feelings to herself, not wanting to jeopardize what they had.

Every moment spent with Erling felt like a dream come true for Y/N. She cherished the time they spent together and the memories they were creating. Y/N hoped that someday she would gather the courage to tell Erling how she truly felt about him.

Until then, she would continue to treasure every moment spent with him and hope that their relationship would flourish into something more meaningful.

Y/N was buzzing with excitement as she prepared for Erling's arrival at her apartment for dinner. She couldn't wait to see him again, especially after he had been away for a match. The few days of separation had felt like an eternity, and she was eager to catch up with him.

Y/N had gone all out to make the evening special. She had spent hours cooking a delicious meal, meticulously setting the table with her finest crockery and cutlery, and arranging flowers to create a warm and inviting atmosphere. She wanted everything to be perfect for Erling's homecoming.

As she waited for Erling's arrival, Y/N felt a nervous flutter in her stomach. She wanted everything to go smoothly and for the evening to be enjoyable for both of them. She paced around the apartment, glancing at the clock every few minutes to check the time.

Finally, she heard the sound of the doorbell ringing. Her heart skipped a beat as she rushed to the door to greet Erling. As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted by his warm smile, and all her nervousness melted away.

Erling stepped inside, taking in the beautiful decor and the delicious aroma of the food Y/N had prepared. Y/N couldn't help but feel proud of her efforts, and she beamed with joy as they sat down to enjoy the meal together.

The conversation flowed effortlessly as they caught up on each other's lives. Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment and the wonderful connection she had with Erling. She savored every moment of the evening, feeling content and happy in the presence of the man she loved.

After enjoying their delicious meal, Erling and Y/N cuddled up on the couch, enjoying each other's company. They talked and made jokes, reveling in the warmth of each other's embrace.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I got you something," Erling spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence. He reached for his jacket and pulled out a small box, handing it to Y/N.

Y/N was taken aback by the unexpected gift, and her eyes widened as she opened the box. Inside was a beautiful bracelet, with her birthstone and Erling's birthstone in the center. It looked expensive, and Y/N couldn't believe Erling had bought it for her.

"Wow, omg, it's beautiful! Omg, Erling, thanks so much!" she exclaimed, her face lighting up with a wide smile.

"Here, let me put it on you," Erling said, taking the bracelet and gently fastening it around her wrist. Y/N couldn't help but admire the exquisite piece of jewelry, feeling grateful and touched by Erling's gesture.

As she looked down at her wrist, she couldn't help but let her guard down and speak from the heart. "I love you," she whispered, almost to herself.

Y/N immediately froze, realizing that she had said those three little words out loud. She had been thinking them for a while, but she never expected them to come out so suddenly. She looked up at Erling, her heart pounding in her chest, and saw that he was silent, his face showing a mix of shock and surprise.

Y/N's mind started to race, and she began to worry that she had ruined everything. Maybe Erling wasn't ready for this, and he would break up with her. Tears started to well up in her eyes as she mentally freaked out.

But then, to her surprise, Erling jumped on her, kissing her all over her face. She pulled back, still unsure of what was happening, and saw a huge smile on his face.

"I love you too," Erling said, his voice filled with laughter and joy.

Y/N couldn't believe it, and a wave of relief washed over her. "You do?" she asked, still not fully believing it.

"Yeah, I really do," Erling replied, pulling her onto his lap and kissing her again.

"I love you," Y/N giggled out, feeling overjoyed and relieved that she had finally expressed her true feelings.

As Erling looked deep into Y/N's eyes, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love and passion. "I love you," he said once more, the words rolling off his tongue effortlessly.

Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled Y/N into a heated kiss, his lips meeting hers in a burst of fiery passion. His lips were warm and soft against hers, and Y/N couldn't help but feel her body responding to his touch.

As they continued to kiss, their bodies pressed against each other, igniting a fire within them. Y/N's lips parted slightly, allowing Erling's tongue to slip inside her mouth, exploring every inch of her mouth.

Feeling the intense heat building between them, Y/N moaned softly, unable to control the mounting desire within her. She started to grind on Erling's lap, feeling the intensity of their passion growing with each passing moment.

Erling's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and contour, his fingers tracing the outline of her hips before settling on her ass, pulling her closer towards him.

The intensity of their embrace grew as they continued to kiss, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. As they pulled away, both of them were breathless, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Without a word, Erling slowly reached behind Y/N and unzipped her dress, the sound of the zipper filling the room with an electrifying tension. As he pulled the dress over her head, his breath caught in his throat as he saw her standing before him, her breasts exposed and glistening in the dim light.

"Perfection," he thought, as he leaned in to kiss her breasts, his lips trailing over her skin, eliciting soft moans from Y/N's lips. As he continued to kiss and caress her, Y/N threw her head back, her fingers tangling in Erling's hair as she moaned with pleasure.

The desire between them was palpable, and Y/N couldn't help but moan out, "Fuck me, please." Her voice was filled with a longing desire that sent shivers down Erling's spine.

Without a moment's hesitation, he slipped his pants down, revealing his rock-hard cock. Y/N sat back down, her eyes never leaving his as she guided him inside of her, the feeling of his cock filling her pussy causing them both to moan out in pleasure.

As they moved together in perfect harmony, their moans filled the room with a symphony of desire and passion.

Their bodies moved in a frenzied dance, each one responding to the other's touch with an insatiable hunger. Erling's hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as they moved together, their passion building with each passing moment.

Y/N could feel the tension mounting inside of her, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. She threw her head back, her eyes closed in ecstasy as Erling's thrusts became harder and more urgent.

As they reached the peak of their passion, both of them cried out in ecstasy, their bodies shuddering with pleasure. They clung to each other, breathing heavily as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

For a few moments, they lay there in each other's arms, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath. Then, Erling leaned in to kiss her, their lips meeting in a tender, lingering embrace.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too," Y/N replied, her heart overflowing with love for the man she knew was the one for her.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that they had found something special, a love that would only grow stronger with time. And they were grateful for every moment they had together, knowing that they were meant to be together forever.

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fairy-verse · 5 months

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what would've happened if Ink and Nightmare pursued a mate relationship? if im right, they did do something intimate before??? or am i totally mixed up

Not entirely impossible. They certainly have the grounds for it to bloom and flourish into something pretty, though it would have been a relationship that is often spent apart from each other, but neither of them would be truly bothered by that. Nightmare likes to take things slow; he likes spending time in his underground nest and just enjoying the lavish life he’s created for himself. Ink always needs to be on the move and will become restless if he spends too long in one spot. He’d always come back to Nightmare, for certain, but he wouldn’t be able to spend long there. Still, he’s touchy and Nightmare loves the physical contact between them.

Nightmare also must occasionally trap Ink so he can gift him with gentle kisses, though.

And of course, they have Lumin. Their little faerling might be a reason why they’d end up together, and even though Ink has made many faerlings and children over the centuries, there is something special about his little Lumin. After all, how often do you get a faerling that’s purely born from two firstborns? Rarely to never!

Besides, seeing Nightmare care for the wee little thing made Ink (even in the true story) feel strangely sentimental and protective. He takes care in watching over them both and it’s something he’s able to always remember. It’s one of the few things he cannot forget.

#aufairyverse #utmv #ask for the fairy #fairy!nightmare #fairy!ink #nightmare sans #ink sans #they'd be cute together #ink has his own way of showing love #but he'd love Nightmare; fiercely

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johnny-slaughter-me · 7 months

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— “ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭. ” | Leland McKinney x Gender-Neutral Reader.

Headcanons. My take on a fluffy alphabet with Leland because he isn't getting enough love and fanfics.

Notes. English isn't my native language so typos and grammar issues are likely.

Warnings. This fic is sfw.

Enjoy. I hope you enjoy the content. Much love, Cherry. 🍒

- A. Activities, how they spend their time with and without their s/o.

Leland spends a lot of his time with his wrestling passion. You always show up to his games and cheer him on. He likes hanging out with you after practices or games, even if its just giving you a ride home. Most likely goes to the same university and will always sit next to you during classes. Whenever there's extra free time for the both of you such as weekends he likes to spend the whole day with you, sometimes he takes you out or hanging with mutual friends, exploring nature or just chilling at home- as long as it's with you Leland is a happy man.

- B. Beauty, what do they find pretty about themselves and their s/o.

Leland focused more on your personality and how it works so well with his, but he thinks your beauty radiates from the inside out, he finds you attractive and isn't afraid to let you know on a daily basis how beautiful you are and how lucky he is. He'd find your eyes to just be so gorgeous in particular. He also loves your nose and will always poke at it with his if he gets a chance. What he likes about himself most from his physical appearance is the way he stands tall and confident. He feels like his posture just gives him an aura that he very much enjoys.

- C. Comfort, how would they comfort his s/o.

Leland will hold you next to him. He is also a great listener- so good he might just give old man Drayton aka Cook a run for his ears. He usually just lets you rumble and spit out whatever it is that's bothering you, and reassuring you through holding you tight. He only comments if he feels like its genuinely going to benefit you or if you need verbal confirmation from him.

- D. Dream, how do they picture their future with their s/o.

Leland only dates people he is genuinely interested in, and if the relationship works he will definitely dream of marriage and a white picket fence.

- E. Equal, how much effort do they put in the relationship compared to their s/o.

Leland will put in a lot of his time and emotion into the relationship, and he'd expect for you to do the same. Whilest its never a solid fifty fifty, if both of you are in love and work for this love to keep on flourishing it's fair game in his eyes.

- F. Fight, how are fights between them and their s/o.

Fights are definitely a part of love and you and Leland have had those before and will have them in the future. As long as you both know when to take a step back, a deep breath and resolve it before you go to sleep, the impact of fights aren't just a negative one.

- G. Gratitude, how grateful are they for their s/o and the things their s/o is doing for them?

Leland is very grateful for you, and he feels special and lucky to be with you. He also has no problem saying it to you randomly but he truly wants you to know that he loves you.

- H. Honestly, are they honest and open with their s/o? Do they have any secrets?

Leland is a very honest person, he rarely keeps secrets or is untruthful to people in general. Maybe some childhood trauma or fears took a bit of time for him before he shared them with you but he never kept anything hidden from you.

- I. Inspiration, has their s/o inspired them and vice versa.

Leland adores you, he draws little inspiration from you whenever you hang out, you make him dream of a future and want to keep playing this game called life. You on the other hand truly admire Leland, from how soft and gentle he can be to the hero who fights the bad down even at the cost of his life if it puts others at safety. He is selfless and strong, yet caring and genuine. You feel inspired by him every day.

- J. Jealousy, how jealous are they.

Leland isn't that much of a jealous person, he trust you wholeheartedly and fully. But sometimes he does experience a bit of jealousy if for example someone is hitting on you and not letting you go, or if you go on a girls trip for a few day and the jealousy is laced with loneliness and how he misses you. Nothing too crazy but he is still a boy at the end of the day.

- K. Kiss, are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like.

Leland doesn't have much experience, his kisses are passionate and genuine. The first kiss was after a romantic date, at the step of your door, as he walked you back home. It was a quick kiss yet the boy has blushed for three days after it, he picks up on it fairly quickly though and his skill increases throughout the relationship.

- L. Love confession, how do they confess to their s/o.

He would at first leave you little notes hinting that he likes you, but would eventually work up the courage to ask you on a date and confess his feelings over the dinner.

- M. Marriage, do they wanna get married? What would the marriage be like?

Leland strikes me as a white picket fence guy. Just the time he is from and the setting. He'd definitely want to get married, he dreams of finding his person and giving his life to them while they share their life with him as well. He also values family and whilst he would love a family of his own he would respect his s/o's perspective of it and values and together live in a way that they both are happy in.

- N. Nicknames, what do they call their s/o and vice versa.

Leland calls you doll, pretty, little one, hun/honey, baby or babe. You usually call him pretty boy, hun/honey, sweetie or cutie/cutie pie.

- O. On cloud 9, what are they like when they are in love.

Leland is so high on love, at first he gets nervous and blushy near his crush and tries to impress them at any opportunity. After its official he just does a lot of acts of service, flirting and caring for his s/o. He also pays attention to your love language and try to reciprocate it to you.

- P. PDA, how are they with their s/o infront of others.

Leland is not shy to tell the world your his and how lucky he is to have you. He usually is near you if not having an arm wrapped around you or holding hands with you. He doesn't mind kissing and hugging/cuddling you in public but if you are uncomfortable he will do his best to keeps his hands to himself.

- Q. Quirk, a random ability they have that benefits the relationship.

You always feel safe around Leland because you know he would never harm or hurt you but will protect and defend you at all costs from others if they are harassing you.

- R. Romance, how romantic are they? Is it creative or cliché.

Leland is very romantic, he enjoys doing things as a couple and loves gifting you flowers or driving you around. When he sees you cheering him on in his wrestling matches he feels the butterflies of love in his stomach. He does a lot of cliché things but sometimes gets creative with date nights.

- S. Support, are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in their s/o?

Leland is your biggest fan, he wants you to succeed and will do his best to help you. He will cheer you on and won't let you give up.

- T. Thrill, do they need new things to spice up the relationship or do they prefer a routine.

While he isn't opposed to new adventures, with his busy schedule Leland falls into more of a routine guy. You guys have your scheduled weekly date nights and sees you almost daily when your schedules allow so but still following an every day routine.

- U. Understanding, how understanding are they of their s/o. Are they empathetic?

Leland is very understanding and empathetic. He listens to you and always tries to help you resolve whatever issues you have regardless if its with him or others. He really cares for you and about you and is there for you when you need him.

- V. Value, how important is this relationship to them.

This relationship is very important to him, he wouldn't have had poured his soul into loving you if he didn't value you individually and with him. You are his world, his moon, his sun, and his stars.

- W. Wild card, a random fluff headcanon.

Leland likes when you to cook a home made meal together. He usually is the sous chef and follows your lead but the process of making a meal together and then sharing it just feels so fulfilling to him.

- X. Xoxo, are they very affectionate, do they love kisses and cuddles.

Leland loves kisses, hugs, cuddles and touch in general. Even him wrapping his hand around you or holding hands makes him feel loved and safe.

- Y. Yearning, how are they when they miss their s/o.

He sees you almost everyday so when you or him have to go for a few days without seeing one another his mood drops a bit but he will phone you every night and talk to you for hours and hours which helps him deal with his feelings.

- Z. Zeal, are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship, and how so.

Yes yes yes. Leland dreams of you and him together, and he will do whatever he can to keep you by his side.

#Cherry Writes 🍒#Leland McKinney #Leland McKinney x Reader #Leland McKinney X GN Reader

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Could I please request a fic based off the sound floating around tiktok that goes like "I needed a soldier, you wanted a father..." "Well I guess we're both disappointed"

I was thinking maybe it could be a lady lesso X rafals daughter. Where r was sent to kill lesso and become the new dean of evil but they end up falling for each other (enemies to lovers style) because lesso and r both see how much damage Rafal has done to them mentally and physically. This allows them to both heal together and they end up defeating Rafal together. Afterward either r or Leonora end up finding out they are pregnant and r freaks out over becoming a parent because they are scared they will be just like rafal and won't be able to break the cycle of abuse but lesso comforts them and tells them that they are nothing like their father and will be an amazing parent.

Just breathe

*Authors note~ this is such an important message to show. You aren't what you are born from, and you always have the power to change*

Trigger warnings~ manipulation abuse

Prompt~ see ask^^^

Abuse was all you knew, that's why it was unsurprising that your father sent you to do his dirty work. His enemy, the newly appointed dean of evil, your task to dispose of her. Your father explained how she was ugly inside and out and not worthy of such a position. You'd be doing everyone a service and he'd love you forever. You craving his love would do anything for him, anything to stop the abuse. You knew what would happen if you didn't comply.

Arriving at the school, you were completely shocked to see her. She was gorgeous. How could your father say she was ugly? In fact she much reminded you of your mother, who died at the hands of your father. You knew you had to do this, but when she spoke you could've cried, her voice sounding like angels singing. The perfect amount of sexy and sweet. How would you be able to complete the task, when this was your target?

The more time you let pass, the more frustrated your father became with you. It shouldn't have taken you this long, you knew that but getting to know Leonora was truly magical. She didn't know you were meant to kill her, and truly you didn't know if you could. All you wanted was to love her despite the fact it's wrong. Your father would be massively unhappy and the punishment would be hell but totally worth it.

Your father visited you, frustrated that you'd refused to kill her. You took a beating to protect her, as soon as he left you made your way to Leonora. That's where you broke down, you let her see how broken you were and sobbed through the confession of being sent her to kill her. You confessed you didn't want to. That you had feelings for her, but he was so so angry and you didn't want him to hurt her.

Leonora's heart broke at the sight, it was clear you were poorly looked after and manipulated to suit his needs. Love wasn't something you'd been given unconditionally and that's all she wanted to do for you. Provide you with that special love and care you deserved. You'd heal from this together she'd make sure of that, cradling your battered body in her arms she made a silent promise to protect you.

Your relationship flourished after that, you both healed together and truly you'd never been happier. Leonora showed you what true unconditional love was. But that didn't take away the fears of losing her. The day you found out you were pregnant was honestly one of the best and scariest days of your life. Knowing you had created something so beautiful, something that was you and your lover was amazing but the fear was there.

Lesso could easily leave you. Walk away like nothing ever happened between you both. But what if you couldn't raise a child? What if you were broken like him? How would you provide love and stability for a child when your whole childhood had been filled with abuse that only people could imagine in their worst nightmares. You couldn't mess your beautiful innocent baby up like he did to you. You had to break the cycle.

By the time you'd told Leonora you were sure that you were unable to be a suitable mother. Be Leonora was quick to reassure you, together you'd raise this baby to be the most loving kind gently Never to exist. You chuckled at the fact she was assuming your baby would be a Never. Leo reasoning that their mothers were Never's so the baby will too. Your baby. You began finally look forward to the future, your girlfriend and your baby, life could only get better. You'd both break the cycle and protect the child with your life.

Word count~ 836

*Authors note~ I'm not even happy with this but I hope it's okay :)*

#anon answered #fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #dean of evil #lady lesso x you #anon requested

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pearwaldorf · 5 months

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I have been working my way through the Friends at the Table backlog. It is a thing I have been told I would love (and I do), but it took me a while to get around to it.

I don't necessarily think art comes to you when you need it most, but what you need to hear absolutely influences what you get out of it.

Twilight Mirage is a utopia. This is not to say there still aren't problems, but they do not result from scarcity. There is so much you can take care of by ensuring people have enough to eat, a safe place to live, and health care.

I know that I feel overwhelmed sometimes regarding how much work needs to be done to ensure a basic level of all of those things for people right now, because we live with a truly fucked-up scarcity mentality. It doesn't matter that a handful of people have more everything then they could use in several lifetimes, they want it just to have it. (And I am not a religious person, but that is absolutely a sin.) So we spend a lot of time thinking about that, productively and unproductively.

We don't spend anywhere near enough time thinking about what our ideal societies look like. (Or at least I don't.) And we certainly do not spend enough time engaging with that in a deliberate, sustained way. Thus a utopia is a super great setting for a TTRPG, especially for a group as pretentious* and collaborative as this one lmao.

And it is much more of a comfort than I expected, to know other people are doing this, and are excited to literally play in this space. Some of the best parts of FatT are when the players and Austin just bat ideas back and forth. Sometimes it's consequential, others it's just little details they want to put in the world.

It's really easy to get bogged down in the hard work of making a better society. But it's also important to imagine a world where things are not only just and equitable, but allow people to flourish.

* The COUNTER/Weight holiday special was a deeply involved indie RPG where the PCs played different NPCs in the universe to get background on the Big Bad in the main campaign. There is literally nothing I can say about this show it has not already said itself.

#pear text #friends at the table #twilight mirage

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jungcarrrot · 14 days

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The sun was beating down on the small farm that Y/n had inherited from her grandfather. She had always loved spending time in the garden, tending to the plants and flowers that grew there. But lately, she had been feeling overwhelmed by the amount of work that needed to be done.

One day, as she was weeding the tomato plants, she heard a loud commotion coming from the other side of the field. Curious, she made her way over to investigate and was shocked to find Jungkook, the farmer who owned the neighboring property, throwing a fit over a broken fence.

Y/n and Jungkook had always been enemies, constantly bickering over property lines and whose livestock was causing damage to the other's crops. But as she watched him struggle with the fence, something in her softened. Without thinking, she walked over and offered to help him fix it.

To her surprise, Jungkook accepted her help, and as they worked side by side in the hot sun, they began to soften toward each other. Jungkook shared stories of growing up on the farm, and Y/n talked about her grandfather and the memories she had of him teaching her how to garden.

As the hours passed, they found themselves laughing and joking together, and before they knew it, the sun was setting on the horizon. Y/n looked up at Jungkook and saw a flash of something in his eyes that she had never seen before – could it be attraction?

As if reading her thoughts, Jungkook leaned in and pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. Y/n's heart raced as she melted into the kiss, feeling a spark of something special between them that she had never experienced before.

From that day on, Y/n and Jungkook worked together to tend to the farm, their once hostile relationship blossoming into something beautiful and full of love. And as they watched the plants grow and flourish under their care, they knew that they had found something truly special in each other.

#jungkook #fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #oneshot

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quicksilver-babeyy · 2 years

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The Robin

Pairing : Edward Nashton x Robin!reader, teen!reader, Bruce Wayne x child!reader[all pairings are completely platonic]

Summary : after the debut of a young vigilante, Edward finds himself interested in learning more about them.

Warnings : flourishing obsession, mentions of death, mentions of dissapearances, acussation of neglect, delusional Edward.

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Edward often felt like he didn't belong anywhere in the world, all of it felt less cold than the orphanage he was forced into as a young boy but the freezing cold feeling that followed him everywhere never truly dissapear. He felt it every time he walked to work, he felt it even when drinking boiling hot coffee that was too bitter even for him, he felt it whenever he watched the news just to find out that more people dissapeared from Gotham. The cold never truly went away even when he tried to move on, but he couldn't even do that, move on. He had suffered the entirety of his life and watched someone like Bruce Wayne be victimised, babied while everyone forgot about normal orphans like himself and that filled him with an unstoppable rage that led to many worse things to happen. His envy for the rich and his hatred for the corrupt consumed him to a point of no return, he turned into someone so problematic that nobody wanted to adopt the young boy whose eyes glared at them like a criminal in a mugshot.

Him being a young adult could've meant a chance for him to be better in life to be a part of society, but he didn't want to be part of it when everyone was just as disgusting and corrupt as those people who have up on kids like him. So Edward decided to stay a loner with a job that he didn't enjoy but at least it paid the bills, dirty blonde haired man thought that he could live a life without needing anyone, he had gotten accostumed to independence from a young already so he was shocked the moment he met a young vigilante who went with the alias of ‘Robin’. They were always trailing behind the batman like the Dr. Watson to his Sherlock, they were definitely rather young in their teens he could assume, Edward had always admired Batman so seeing the man he idolises get a sort of sidekick made him wonder what was so special of this Robin kid for someone so intimidating to recruit. After extensive hours of research for days he finally discovers that Robin is an orphan like himself, having been adopted by some unknown rich man who the young adult couldn't identify, after the death of their parents two years ago the teen was adopted almost immediately and soon enough they found a new family.

Robin had a tragic story, death of parents, probably neglected by some rich asshole who doesn't care enough about them. I mean if their child was actually cared for they probably wouldn't be out fighting crime and solving cases with the batman, who wasn't a bad guy but he was an adult man with a secret identity someone who any caring parent would be weary of. The more that he found out the more he was getting attached to this kid whose name he didn't even know, any possible document being hidden or their name was completely erased for their safety. He was finally starting to see why the batman chose them, after all they were in need of protection and they were very athletic which was proved after videos of them fighting thugs were revealed to the public. They were the perfect sidekick for someone like Bat cause who better to protect Gotham than someone who was victim to it's corruption, the more he learned about them the quicker his batman shrine turned into a Robin shrine. The new vigilante was truly fascinating and absolutely adorable, who knows maybe the duo of him and batman could turn into an unstoppable trio, The Riddler, Batman and Robin.

#edward nashton x reader #riddler x reader #platonic #yandere riddler #yandad riddler #paul dano x reader

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skippyv20 · 2 months

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What if...Secret talks happened?

Hi Skippy & Friends-Pilgrim here also wondering what would cause Prince William to cancel within a couple of hours of attending a family, albeit private royal gathering-for the memorial service for his godfather, the late King Constantine, a full year after his passing? He surely knew well in advance who was going to be leading the proceedings; Queen Camilla standing in for KCIII. It could be his own family was having a seriously stressful day, especially if medical needs were happening. We assume Catherine, the DOWs is in good hands for care. It could have been, and I think this is a very strong reason, the death of a contemporary, Thomas Kingston in such a strange way. That might require major attention by a person with power to keep evidence on the QT, until the family can get a grip! The Kents were in attendance, which is a tad mind blowing IMHO, 2 days after the death of their son-in law! Duty first, as we all know QEII believed but this seems to be a real faux pas. Their own daughter must be suffering the lowest of lows, mourning the shock loss of her handsome husband of only several years. One would think her parents would choose to be by her side at this time.

Sooo, what if...Pa and his heir stole some time together to discuss the huge elephant living in the castle foyer! The kid brother and strumpant grifter wife are lobbing flaming press bombs at the royal ramparts. They will do whatever they please whenever they please. They are free people who can go anywhere they want to, they screech. (She is so messed up she had the “balls” to tell QEII she did not own the use of the word royal.) This addicted-to-power-con-artist is willing to play roulette at all costs. Bet it all and see what happens, good or bad, and then regroup in a flash, running circles around anyone who gets in her way, never caring the damage she causes, only consumed with her next move.

What can they do legally to stop her, which now involves one of their own? IMHO, this is truly a criminal sociopath at work, solely obsessed with this family, wanting what they have, thinking she deserves it! Normal people don’t behave like this. They are busy living their lives to the best of their abilities. This family is realllly busy so they ignore her pithy, nasty games, praying she will take the hint and move on to her next victim. Big mistake. Big.

Footnotes: Definition of Sociopath: those with antisocial personality disorder (ASPD) may begin to show symptoms in childhood, but the condition can’t be diagnosed until adolescence or adulthood. Sociopaths continuously disregard and violate the rights and feelings of others. Often, these individuals use manipulation tactics and antisocial behavior to meet their needs and will hurt or manipulate people purely for fun.Those with antisocial personality disorder tend to lie, break laws, act impulsively, and lack regard for their own safety or the safety of others.

What is difference between sociopath and psychopath? Sociopaths tend to act more impulsively and erratically compared to psychopaths. Sociopaths generally struggle to maintain a job or a family life, whereas psychopaths may be able to do so. While psychopaths generally struggle to form attachments, sociopaths may be able to do so with a like-minded individual.

Those with narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) possess a grandiose sense of self and a need for frequent validation and attention. Narcissists often have little empathy for others, respond poorly to criticism, and are insecure. Narcissism is expressed differently depending on the type of narcissism one has. For example, covert narcissists typically internalize narcissistic characteristics, unlike communal narcissists who flourish in group settings. Narcissists believe wholeheartedly that they are superior to others and often struggle to support and maintain this “special” status. They work hard to preserve their successful, reputable status, even if their efforts hurt people. As explained earlier, sociopaths care little about their reputation and the perception of others. Their primary goal is self-fulfillment.

We can speculate for years on why William wasn’t in attendance. I am just going with, he had his reasons. As for the Duke and Duchess attending the service, I am sure they asked their daughter if she would mind. I am sure she was comfortable enough with other family members for a time, what better place to be after the death of a loved one, than church where you can pray for them. Oh, I am sure many meetings are going on as to what to do with the duo….Now that Harry lost his court case, the BRF don’t have the threat of him showing up!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂. Great post dear Pilgrim, just sharing my thoughts….🙂❤️❤️❤️❤️

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natasha-in-space · 1 year

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Sweet Begining

Ray/cmc Lila Lancelot;

A birthday gift to @marshmallowprotection! I hope I did Lila justice, as I love her to the moon and back, and want only the best for her. This drabble takes place in the first few days after Lila's arrival to Magenta, the bond between the developer and his precious tester growing stronger by the day.

Once again, happy birthday, Kait! :D

"Oh... Ray this dress is stunning..."

Lila had no idea how in the world did Ray manage to get all of her measurements this precise and accurate, but in the end, she decided to brush it off as sheer luck and his caring nature coming into play. After all, he was always so considerate of all her needs... Even when she tried to hide something from him so as to not bother him too much. Everything in her life seemed to get better and brighter by the day ever since she came here. Sometimes, she even doubted whether or not this is truly a reality she's living or just a sweet dream her mind has carefully sewn together in order to keep her painful heart at peace.

She is helping to create something great, a wonderful game that will undoubtedly help so many people in need once it finally reaches its proper release, a game the characters of which she has already become so very attached to.

She lives in the most beautiful and comfortable conditions she has ever lived in, and to top it all off, everyone treats her with such sincere kindness and respect, that she was seriously considering on staying here for a longer period of time once the testing will inevitably come to its end. Especially with Ray slowly but surely becoming one of her closest friends, their bond blossoming by each day.

Sure, sometimes the characters of this game seemed weirdly realistic for a simple dating sim, but then again, it was easy to brush it off on the professionalism of the developers. Or... rather, a developer? Maybe Ray was the only one doing it. He never shared much on the developing process with her, and it's not like she was knowledgeable on the field of game design.

In any case... Today, they were planning on taking a walk in the garden, which was truly gorgeous on the eyes, not to mention the fragrant scents of various flowers blooming and flourishing in the warm summer sun. This certainly wasn't the first time Ray would take her out there, but today was a rare occasion of him managing to catch a break during the day, rather than in the middle of the night. What she wasn't expecting though, was for him to bring her a small gift in the form of a beautiful puffy dress that matched his suit perfectly in its colour pallette. It was a perfect combination of her sweet style with his daily outfit. And yes, she liked it, very much so. No, she absolutely loved it. Ray was so considerate of her interests and hobbies, and it was making her heart flutter just to think of him carefully researching through his options, determined on picking the one that she'd definitely like, while at the same time, one that would remind her of him whenever she wore it. It was... not something she was used to. To be cared for like this.

But, it was nice.

She had no idea what was so special about her for Ray to choose her as his tester... However, without a doubt, she was forever grateful for this opportunity. This was becoming so much more than mere entertainment to her, and she was anxious to see what her future holds in this magical place.

Ray couldn't help but smile at the charming sight of her timid yet happy smile. He liked seeing Lila smile so much... Seeing her eyes twinkle with joy filled his chest with so much warmth, he felt like there was nothing he couldn't do, if only that meant that his actions will bring about another smile on her face. He wanted his lovely princess to always keep smiling at him like that.

To always keep smiling... He only wished that he'd be the only one privy to such an enchanting sight, however selfish this wish of his may be.

"I'm happy that you like it!" Still, clearly embarrassed by the praise directed at him in her sweet voice, he couldn't help but look away for a brief moment, hoping and praying that he didn't seem too weird in her eyes. "I... tried really hard. This dress really brings out your beautiful eyes. It reminds me... of sweet chocolate."

He put his glowed hand over his heart, feeling its steady beat and still unable to suppress his smile as he looked her over, mesmerized by her elegant beauty. She was making him come alive with such simple words... He couldn't imagine choosing anyone else to be his tester.

"Ah, jeez, you're spoiling me..." Lila giggled in embarrassment, absentmindedly playing with her carefully styled curls. She couldn't help the warm blush gradually covering her cheeks at his sugary compliments that just kept making her heart flutter like a hummingbird's wings. Taking in his appearance more closely, she couldn't help but furrow her brows, noticing deep dark bags under his eyes. "But, you look very tired... Did you have trouble sleeping again? Maybe it'd be better for you to use this break to take a nap, rather than waste it on entertaining me?"

It's true that his Savior gave him a new urgent assignment in early morning, so he had no choice but to fulfill it. Well... He slept for about one hour at most as a result of that. Although, he did initially plan on sleeping for an hour longer today, since Lila insisted on him taking better care of himself. But, then again, this sort of thing is merely part of his routine at this point. Nobody ever worried about him getting enough sleep, before Lila came here... Didn't he always look like this?

"Ah... I do have a lot of work to take care of. But, it's my duty to make sure you're happy while staying with us." Ray took a small step forward, hoping to reassure her worries. She is so caring... "Don't worry about me. I'm just a little tired, but I'm fine, really. Spending time with you gives me more than enough energy. So? Are you alright with accompanying me?"

He was still unsure about so many things when it came to communicating... Having friends, or any close company for that matter, wasn't something he had a chance to experience before. But whenever he was next to her, he truly wasn't afraid to try and be a bit bolder with his desires, despite all his fears and doubts,

When it comes to Lila, perhaps, what attracted her to Ray most of all was his personality. She did have the tendency of being perceived as somewhat naive or even weak due to her kind and caring nature... And while it definitely hurt to be treated like that by the people she trusted, she never let it make her cruel. No, she wanted to treat the world around her with kindness, to give those she met warmth that she never got. In truth, Lila wasn't stupid or naive... She merely made a conscious choice to try and see good in everyone.

But, Ray... He never once tried to take advantage of her soft nature. Moreover, he openly admired her and treated her with the same respect she has given him. It was easy for her to start feeling comfortable in his gentle presence.

So, she humored him. "Of course... You know how much I love visiting the garden with you. But hey, you should still rest, you know?"

It wasn't long till the pair were leisurely strolling down the beautifully adorned halls of the building, Lila's hands holding onto Ray's arm as she eagerly chattered about his game, hoping to provide as much helpful feedback as possible. Neither of them minded any occasional passerbys rushing by to go about their daily tasks, too engrossed into their private talk.

"-I'm sure many people will like this game... But, I wanted to ask you if we'll be in touch after the testing ends? I would like to continue spending time with you even after my departure." Lila smiled, a hint of melancholy flashing through her eyes. She wasn't confident in outward asking to stay here quite yet. Not before Ray confirms that it would truly be okay for her to want that.

He hummed, somewhat nervously darting his gaze from side to side, as if he was unsure on how to respond to that. "Ah, well... I have been developing my AI's for a very long time. Thank you for your praise, I really appreciate it. And... I'm sure we'll... keep in touch. Actually, there is a way for you to stay here indefinitely... I was planning on bringing it up with you some time further into our testing. I'm happy that our hearts seem to have connected once again."

It did feel wrong for him to lie in her face like that. But he knows he's doing it for the right purpose. He's doing this to save her. He knows about Lila's pain more than anyone else. She's the same as him, which is why saving her from that cruel outside world is so important to him. But, for that to happen, he must act carefully and not rush things. That's what his Saviour told him.

And, the more time he spent right by her side, the more intense these feelings of his got.

Still, for now... He needs to keep this facade. He is sure that, one day, she will be happy in their paradise, once she finally comes to know everything as it truly is, and is, at last, saved by his hand. She will be just as happy as he is. She just has to wait a bit. And it seems... He's getting more impatient by the day.

Through all his daydreaming, he didn't even notice them finally coming out into the warm sun in the garden, not until the fragrant scent of flowers hit his nose. But, even that did not keep his attention for long as he lowered his gaze at his precious tester, smiling tenderly at a small bud of red camellia's to her right.

God... He wanted to hold her hand so much...

Instead, he awkwardly cleared his throat, trying to brush away all these unwanted fantasies filling up his mind like a swarm of determined bees. Taking a step closer to her, he couldn't help but smile, uttering a small compliment without even giving his words a single thought before they flew off the tip of his tongue. "As expected, you look very pretty. I was hoping to see you in this dress surrounded by my favorite flowers... I wish I could take a picture of you. I know you'll make a perfect member for our growing... company."

"Um... But, I don't really have any extraordinary skills. And it feels kind of unfair, you know? It's better to accept those who can bring plentiful of help with their abilities. I still think this garden is much more pretty than me, but thank you, haha. It feels like I'm in a fairytale every time I get to come out here." Lila looked around at the various buds with a gentle smile on her plump lips.

Ray sighed dreamily, continuing to watch her as she rustled about the garden. So honest and kind... So much so, that she would rather give up a good position to others who might need it, than take it for herself. He was surprised that Lila sometimes described herself as incapable and unworthy, despite these wonderful traits he found so dear in her. As if she didn't notice her own perfectness whatsoever. But it's... It's so obvious to him.

Ah, he certainly did not make a mistake with his choice.

"No, you're just the right fit for us. I'm sure you just don't realize your own potential quite yet." He smiled at her, following her along further into the lush bushes. The beauty of the flowers long lost on him, as he kept his gaze trained on her back, observing her long curls flowing in the wind. "And thank you for the compliment. Actually... I planted some of the flowers here myself."

A little embarrassed, he scratched the back of his neck, hoping that he didn't sound too show-offish to her. "Well... Only a few, really."

He carefully pinpointed a few white lilies growing nearby. 'Purity and innocence'. They suit her. Lila as a whole... Could be compared to a flower in his eyes. So beautiful, kind and gentle... and just as fragile. More than anything else, he wanted to be the one to protect her from any harm that could come her way.

At this point, his staring has become adamant to even Lila herself, as she turned to look back at her friend over her shoulder. Perhaps, that's partially due to the fatigue he was effortlessly fighting off this whole day. Either way, she didn't seem to mind him always observing her from afar, much to his relief.

Yes, he definitely didn't get enough sleep. Though, Lila couldn't help but admit that he looked kind of cute, so drowsy and clumsy like that. Letting out a soft giggle, she took one of his hands into her own as a way to gently attract his attention. "Hey. You're obviously tired. Come on, we still have a lot of time ahead of us, it'll be better for you to get some sleep..."

Ray's pale cheeks turned a charming shade of pink almost in an instant. Wide-eyed, he stared down at her tiny soft hands clutching onto his boney bruised fingers, even though she couldn't see that ugliness behind the safety of his gloves. But... He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like for her to touch him without any fabric getting in the way.

No, no, no, he shouldn't think of such inappropriate things when she's right in front of him, caring for him with only pure intentions on her mind!

"Ah- Y-yes, I mean, no, it's... It's okay, really!" He stuttered, not making any sense and feeling his head slowly starting to heat up, like an overworked computer. It's pretty ironic how easily flustered he gets from just one single touch, when his thoughts and daydreams can get as far away from innocent as they can get. Though, this tiny pang of shame in his chest helped him regain his composure, finally managing to give his tester a proper response. "No, it's all right, really. Spending time with you is more important."

He chewed on his bottom lip, guiltily admitting his mistake without any way for him to avoid talking about it now. "I rarely manage to organize a break long enough to take a walk with you... Not to mention during the day. I do not want to miss this opportunity. Besides, I know how excited you were for this..."

"Hmm... Then how about you take a short nap right here in the garden or in my room? I'll wake you up later, promise." Lila retorted just as smoothly and gently as before, a patient smile still adorning her soft features. She could be stubborn when it came to those she holds dear... and she was determined on making sure that Ray rests for at least a little while, instead of powering through his sleepiness just to spend time with her. They could come up with a compromise, after all.

"Uh- But..." He seems even more confused and embarrassed by her suggestion, clearly loosing all his former princely composure without even putting up a fight. "Is it really okay for me to do that?"

He didn’t quite understand how he was supposed to sleep right here in the garden, but something told him that his heart just could not take any more of such fantasies today. They... were just fantasies, right? There's no way Lila would... want to be this close to someone like him. Especially once he messed like that because of his own insecurity.

"Of course it's okay... I wouldn't propose anything to you, if I didn't want to do it with you, trust me." Instead of getting mad at him or asking for him to leave, she merely giggled again, slightly tilting her head to the side and making a stray ray of sunlight land right onto her hair in the process. If it weren't obvious to him before that Lila was, in fact, an angel, now he knew it for certain. She was practically glowing as she stood there, her eyes locked solely on him, and nothing else. It took of all his willpower to keep his focus on her quiet voice. "So, what will it be? Are we returning to my room or staying here?"

"Well... I don't know..." His fingers twitched nervously in her grasp. She was asking for him to decide? He felt so weird, being asked to make a decision for himself like that. Won't he just mess things up if he starts acting however he wants to act? But... He didn't want to upset Lila, too. So, anxiously, he responded. "May I... rest here then?"

He did not want to go back, being in the sunlight felt too good to give up. But... He still had no idea how is he supposed to sleep here. Questioning her didn't feel right, though. So, he just went with the flow, hoping that his princess will guide him even when he's so unsure of himself.

"Okay." The young woman, on the other hand, merely nodded to his decision and, after a bit of looking around and careful wandering about the garden, she apparently took notice of a small corner next to the small patch of freshly planted begonias. It was a peaceful little island of sunlight, like a tiny oasis. She knelt down in the lush grass, patting down the fabric of her dress adorning her knees. "Come on, join me, Ray."

Oh God, she was asking him to lay his head on her lap.

Did he understand her right? Or-

"W-what? Here?" He felt like his heart was about to, quite literally, burst out of is chest any minute now. His feet were frozen in place, as all he could do was just stand there and gawk at his tester, unsure if this is just one of his many dreams he mistook for reality. "But-"

Lila's all the same sweet and patient smile already gave him all the answers he needed. Damn it, he got the chance to be so close to her by her own request, and now he is too embarrassed to act on it. Ray could practically hear his other half going crazy from his indecisiveness inside his own head. Shutting his eyes tightly, he took the first step into the unknown.

"O-okay. But, please tell me if you get uncomfortable..." Shakily, he slowly lowered his head into her lap and... It took all of his inner strength not to hide his burning face into his palms as soon as he felt the warmth of her body so, so incredibly close to him. "Is this... okay?"

And, as he cautiously looked up at her, his breath got caught in his throat at the sight. The sun was shining right above Lila's head, creating a sort of halo around her face as she met his fearful gaze with one filled with silent promise of safety.

"It's more than okay, I promise. How about... I hum you a lullaby to help you relax? It's what my... sister used to do whenever I was too anxious to fall asleep."

Ray gulped. "I would love that, princess..."

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #ray choi #saeran choi #ray x cmc #jfthfhgth i hope i'm not too late timezones are weird 😩

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elitebuster2012 · 1 year

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Penetrating the Double Zero: Part 3

(Here's the third part, and as far as I've written so far, as usual Characters and setting belong to @constellor, and feel free to follow to catch further chapters! TW: Suggestive)

As the ship eased away from the hanger, doors closing behind it, Karo joined Orion in the cockpit, clipping the last of a couple earrings onto his ears. “By the way, you forgot this in the bathroom.” He dropped a crumpled up piece of paper onto the pirate’s lap.

“Wha?” He blushed after unfolding the centerfold of Karo lounging seductively on a bearskin rug. “Oh…Whoops? He chuckled as the ranger rolled his eyes, guiding the ship on its journey.

“So then, Mr. Pirate, what’s your plan? You know that Don Vorban is gonna skin you alive if he catches you…like, literally. Nicolas Cage would be jealous.”

Orion sighed, an unusually serious look on his face. “Yeah, I know. Look, you know I’m not a fan of “Laws” or “order”, but I’m not a murderer. Vorban is. I tricked some guards to get into his place, was wearing a mask and disguise and all that. The guy fed them to his pets, even after what they told him everything, then he burned down the building of the company I stole the uniform from, and then the owner’s house.” His hands tightened around the ship’s controls. “They had nothing to do with what happened, and he didn’t care. I don’t care about the money for the rest of the stuff, I just want Vorban taken down.”

Karo looked at the other man, and part of him wanted to reach out to him, but he didn’t know how Orion would react. “So that stuff about “being free to sell the rest of the haul” was just a front?”

He shrugged. “Not entirely, but I can’t exactly tell the Rangers that I’m a big ol’ softie, can I? It would ruin my reputation.”

“Oh, but you can tell me?”

Orion blushed slightly, not willing to lock eyes with the bunny. “Well you’re…you’re….you’re different, you know?”

“Mhm…..” Karo sat back in his chair as the cockpit fell silent, that same part of him that earlier wanted to comfort his partner now strangely pleased that he thought so much of him. They stayed quiet as the ship approached their docking hanger in the shadow of the massive casino cruiser docked nearby, and packed up without much conversation before disembarking with their luggage. Once they had entered the terminal, it wasn’t hard to find their way, what with the advertisements for the maiden voyage of the Double Zero plastered on every wall and holoscreen they passed. Before too long, they were at the gate, which was specially built and three times as large as the other gates, and had a small stage set up in front of it.

On said stage was their target, Don Alexander Vorban; at almost 7 feet tall, with handsome reptilian features and greenish skin with patches of scales, the man definitely stood out, and if the muscles under his suit were any indication, he could easily handle himself in any sort of fight. He was smiling, showing sharp carnivorous teeth, and joking around confidently with the other people on the stage as they approached, the newcomers melding into the crowd of people waiting around the gate area.

After a couple of minutes Vorban approached the microphone on the stage, motioning for the crowd to quiet down. When he finally spoke his voice was deep, husky, and powerful, barely needing the minor amplification of the PA speakers. “Hello everyone, thank you all for coming! For those of you who may not know me, I am Alexander Vorban, head of the Vorban Group, CEO of Vorban Shiplaying, and now Owner and Operator of the newly completed casino cruiser, the Double Zero!” With a flourish he motioned to the windows of the docking gate, which had been up until that point covered up with velvet curtains. The shades dropped, revealing the sight of the truly massive vessel docked outside while the crowd clapped.

After a bit, he motioned for them to stop clapping. “Alright, alright. Now, as you may have seen around the station, the ship’s official maiden voyage starts isn’t for a couple months, but this is a special treat: it’s my nephew’s birthday this week, so I decided to give a sneak preview of what we will have on offer to you wonderful people before me. Everyone here is either family, a friend of the family, or has been personally selected among critics, influencers, and travel bloggers to be one of the first in the galaxy to experience the luxury and hospitality of the Double Zero and share that with the world and your audience! And while what we have this week will be only a fraction of the final variety on offer when we are fully operational, the quality is guaranteed to satisfy! On behalf of everyone who has worked so hard to bring this project together, I just want to say thank you, and I hope you enjoy the trip!” He stood back from the mic as the couple hundred or so people in the gate applauded.

“Hmph, I wonder how many of these people would be clapping for him if they knew what he’s done.” Karo whispered to Orion under his breath.

Orion shrugged. “Half these people are “influencers”, they’d give a wet paper bag a standing ovation if it’ll get them a free trip and enough likes.” Karo sighed, knowing it was true. Before their conversation could continue, they were approached by a functionary carrying a tablet, and flanked by a pair of masked and helmeted guards.

“Excuse me, we’re just doing a ticket check, would you mind showing us your boarding pass?” The attendant gave them a smile as she held up the tablet, wating for them to hold up their passes.

Karo and Orion looked at each other then back to the worker. Orion cleared his throat. “Well, we don’t exactly have tickets, but I was hoping I could have a word with Mr. Vorban. I’ve got something that I think he’d be rather eager to receive.”

The clerk’s smile didn’t falter, but it did seem a bit less genuine. “One moment!” She stepped away, tapping her earpiece and whispering for a moment. After a couple seconds, she turned back to the pair. “And what would that object be?”

Orion gave a smile and a wink. “Unfortunately, that’s a bit above your price range dear. Just tell him, and I quote, “I won’t let the cat out of the bag, it’s for his eyes only, and he wouldn’t want to misss out and bust”, Ok?”

She nodded, that same professional smile on her face even though she was wondering wtf his deal was as she turned away and went back to muttering. What she heard back clearly surprised her enough to break through her customer service persona, because confusion was evident on her face as she turned back to the pair. “Well, umm…If I could please see your wrists?” Orion and Karo held their wrists out, and she snapped a band around them before scanning them with her tablet. They beeped, a small screen lighting up on them and displaying the time.

“Please keep the bands on you at all times when outside of your rooms, as they’ll function as both your room key and your payment for goods and services on-board. There will be someone waiting to escort you to Mr. Vorban once you are on board the ship.” She motioned towards the gate entrance, which was currently blocked by a velvet rope with a line forming. She lead the two over to it, where another attendant scanned their bands and opened the rope, allowing them to enter and skip the line. “Enjoy your trip!”

“Oh we will!” Orion waved back to her as the two walked down the long airlock tunnel that connected the cruise ship and the station. “See? Not a problem!” Karo rolled his eyes, still not convinced something else wasn’t gonna implode.

When they arrived at the ship, an attendant gave them a bow and a smile, welcoming them aboard. They were fairly certain that this wasn’t the escort they were informed about however, since there was also a quartet of guards standing there looking rather menacing. “Come with us.” It wasn’t a question, but an order, and the bird & bunny men had no real choice but to comply. The halls and passages that they walked down were very sumptuous, with wide viewpanels along the outer wall looking back at the station they had just left. Soon enough though, they turned and headed deeper into the ship, into the heart of the cruiser.

After a couple minutes, they arrived at a pair of wide double doors with attendants standing outside that opened silently at their approach. Within was a room that was better appointed than any room aboard any ship that either man had been on before. At the far end, wide windows looked out into the ship itself, revealing what looked like a shopping district in any resort town, complete with sunny blue skies overhead, walkable paths and greenery down below, shops lining the sides, and even a couple fountains. Over the shops on the sides were balconies, leading to the most expensive rooms on board. Both men were rather speechless at the sight.

“So I take it you like it?” The deep voice broke them out of their stupor, and they turned to see Don Vorban sitting at his desk on one side of the room. “I do hope so, after all…” the crimelord stood, removing his suit jacket and starting to roll up his sleeves as he slowly walked around his desk to circle Karo and Orion. “You’ve done so much to get in uninvited. You said you had something for me?”

Karo kept the fact that the giant handsome lizardman was more than a little intimidating down, and nudged Orion. “Show him what you got.”

Orion nodded, throwing Karo a reassuring wink. “Why of course! May I?” He motioned to a small cart at the side of the room, and with a nod from Vorban, who had completed his circle to lean against the front of his desk, he pulled the cart over and placed the case on top. “I believe this is yours?” With a flourish, he popped open the case, revealing the opal bust.

Vorban stood slowly, a wide and dangerous smile spreading over his face. “Well well well, I see that message wasn’t bluffing after all. You dinguses, bring it over here.” One of the guards pushed the cart over, and Vorban inspected the bust up close, lifting it and testing its heft.

“I must say, when you said you had something I would be eager to have, you weren’t lying.” He placed the bust back into the case. “Now, I would be remiss in not asking why and where you acquired such a piece.”

Orion gave his most charming smile as he replied. “Well, I’m in the business of…well lets say the “Import and Export of objects of great value and secrecy”, if you know what I mean. On a certain trip to acquire some of these objects, I heard a couple locals talking about a ship that had crashed nearby, and that the wreckage was in the process of being scavenged when some local wildlife decided that the people doing the scavenging looked tasty, and chased them off. I figured there might be something worth looking into, so I outsmarted the fauna, and recovered the bust from a hidden compartment in the hull that the earlier scavengers must have overlooked in their haste.”

“Mhm…that certainly is an interesting story, Mr….?”

“Starlor, Orion Starlor, at your service.” He gave an overdramatic bow and a smirk.

“And your…friend? Do they have a name as well?” Vorban raised an eyebrow as he looked Karo up and down slowly.

“I’m Kevo Blackwater, nice to meet you. Orion here promised that he’d show me a good time that nobody else ever could.”

“Oh did he now? Quite presumptuous of him.” Vorban chuckled, looking between the two. “Well Mr. Starlor, what is is that you came here for then? A finder’s fee perhaps?”

Orion waved that away. “Nah, that would be asking too much.” Vorban’s smile as he said it showed that the Don very much agreed. “However, if you graciously allowed us to join you on this little cruise, it would be more than enough for me.”

Vorban locked eyes with him, and was silent for a few moments before letting off a loud laugh. “Oh is that all? I suppose it would keep you around long enough to confirm your story, so I’ll agree to your terms.” He stood up and reached out to shake first Orion’s hand, then Karo’s.

“You enjoy your stay, Mr. Starlor. And as for you, Mr. Blackwater, I hope you find your time here as good as he promised you.” This last line was punctuated by a gentle squeeze of the bunny man’s hand and a smile, and for a brief instant Karo imagined the feel of the lizardman’s large, strong hands on his waist before the handshake was broken.

“Guards, put them in 713, that should be open. Gentlemen, welcome to the Double Zero.” The pair followed the guards out, and Karo could feel Vorban’s eyes on him all the way until the doors closed behind them.

#others ocs #fanfic #tw: suggestive #Karo Valentine #Orion Starlor

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kaylinelizabeth4004 · 8 months

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Sky Full of Song

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley listen to some music. Then Crowley decides to make something special for Aziraphale.

Title from a Florence + the Machine song, I don’t know why but Florence and Good Omens are connected in my mind.

When they had first settled upon the idea of Crowley living inside the bookshop, along with Aziraphale, they had a few small technicalities to work out. Where Crowley would sleep was easily sorted out with a quick snort by Aziraphale, who called it their bedroom, as though it were the most obvious thing, which only shut Crowley up and make him cover his face with his hand to hide the blush across his cheeks.

And of course, there was the matter of Crowley's plants. There were 23 of them to date, all named and specialized with their own personal stories - of which we will dive into a different day. Aziraphale didn't hesitate to set aside some books, miracle some new end tables, and create space for the plants. They were Crowley's version of books, he argued, and deserved their place in their world. So there they stay, Orion up near the front to stare at anyone who dared to actually purchase a book.

Naturally, Crowley assumed that his moving in would eliminate the need for a flat at all. That flat was cold, damp, and terribly inconvenient to get to, quite like the rest of London. He saw no reason to cling onto a place that never felt like his home. However Aziraphale had a different approach.

"Well, dearest, it's not that I wish to be away from you, of course. It's rather that you, err, you might wish to be away from me," Aziraphale had explained over some delightful wine from the '20s.

"Wot?" Crowley asked, furrowing his brows in genuine confusion.

"It's just, I worry you feel as though you have to stay here all the time. I want you to have an, err, an out. An out from me. If you wish to do something without my presence."

Crowley thought for a moment then scoffed, "if you didn't want me around all the time you could have just said so."

"No!" Aziraphale stiffened in his seat, reaching out to place an eager hand on Crowley's arm. He looked so warm and inviting to Crowley, as though his very existence was one large hug you didn't deserve. "Dear, I adore having you here. I want you here as often as possible. I just don't want you to feel as though you have to, for my sake. You are more than my... person. You shouldn't have to sacrifice your life for mine."

What Crowley wanted to say was, 'I'd sacrifice my life for yours any day. I want to be with you every moment of every day, even if it means I stare into space while you pour over the same book you've been pouring over for two centuries. You aren't a sacrifice, you're a gift in my life.'

What he actually said was, "s'alright then. I can store... things there."

Aziraphale smiled that proud and yet shy smile, patting Crowley's arm. He rose from his seat, placing a soft kiss on Crowley's temple as he went towards the record player. He lifted a record from his collection with a flourish as he said, "Wonderful, my dear."

"S'bloody brilliant," Crowley mumbled before swallowing a large mouthful of the truly delicious wine. Aziraphale had such a wicked taste in wine, it was unmatched.

"Oh I think you'll quite enjoy this one," Aziraphale said with a giddy smile, sitting down as the record played that dull hum before the music actually started. Crowley tried to contain his smile as he watched Aziraphale wiggle from excitement, shake his body like he couldn't contain it.

It was jazz, that much Crowley could tell. He took extra care to pay attention to the song being played, and when he realized what it was his brows lifted. "Angel, is that Nature Boy?"

"It is!" Aziraphale giggled. "I know you just adored Nat King Cole's music and I found this record, I just knew we had to have it."

'Adore' might have been a stretch in Crowley's mind, he'd never been outright obsessed but he did enjoy listening to him. Nat King Cole's voice did something to Crowley that few other artists could do. Sure Elvis Presley made him nostalgic, Queen made him feel alive, The Smiths were all he wanted to be, KISS was all he wanted to dress like, and somewhere in there Nat King Cole's voice floated around. Nothing specific, but nothing unspecific either. An emotional blob that just existed.

He wished he could explain it, tried to reason that maybe he loved the way his voice seemed to slide through the room like butter. It was smooth, calm, deep. The lyrics to Nature Boy didn't help that ache in his soul, their story echoing in a room full of stories. It was beautiful and simple, but it seemed to reach a part of him he didn't quite understand. But he felt his heart tighten, threatening to burst as the sweet Angel across from him closed his eyes and listened to it all. He bought this for him, knowing he loved it.

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved, in return," Crowley murmured along with the record. Aziraphale looked up suddenly at Crowley's voice, and took a small, selfish smile. This was everything.

There they were, one late evening in a quaint, unassuming little bookshop, on an unassuming street, in an unassuming city, a demon and an angel sat in the music. They didn't say a word, letting the chords glide through them as one. It was always something that united them. Even when good and evil seems blurred and the world might actually fall apart because of a preteen, the music never faltered.

———

Sometimes ideas seem a lot better in words than in action. While Crowley had agreed that he could 'store stuff' in his now empty flat, he stared at it like it was a beast. Apart from Aziraphale, huh? Bah, it would never happen. Crowley scoffed as he left, locking up quickly as he sauntered out of there. He didn't see any reason he needed to abandon his Angel.

On the walk home, - yes walk. Unfortunately Aziraphale had decided the 'our' in 'our home, our bookshop, our hot chocolate', now applied to Crowley's Bentley. His sweet, precious Bentley. Now turned as yellow as piss while Aziraphale went to collect a package an hour outside of town. No, Crowley supposed it didn't really look like piss. But anything other than her true, dark beauty seemed deceiving. She did belong to a demon of all things, not Miss Frizzle. Whatever, he blew a breath and continued down the road.

Crowley chuckled to himself for a moment, Aziraphale was one strange dress and some box dye away from becoming Miss Frizzle. Though he didn't suppose Aziraphale would appreciate the reference as much as Crowley liked it.

He stopped for a moment outside one of the shops, catching a glimpse of his hair looking positively on fire. It wouldn't be the first time he was literally on fire, and he worried he'd been smoking without realizing. Pissed off some good people last time he let that get out of hand.

As Crowley turned to leave, he noticed what sat on a little stand in the window. A knitting kit. Along with various shades of blue and yellow yarn, laying on a sweet basket that seemed to have all one would need to knit. Needles and what not, Crowley wasn't actually sure what was required to knit but some of the ladies back in the 1790s loved to do it while the aristocracy lost their heads. One lady made him a love scarf, he still has it somewhere. Bloody good wine, then.

He didn't really know why, but against his better judgment Crowley strolled right in and purchased the kit. Then he went and stood on the street corner for a full two minutes, trying to decide what to do with his 30 quid worth of knitting supplies. He very well couldn't bring it back to the bookshop.

Not only does Aziraphale know how to knit, he's good at it. And Crowley doesn't necessarily feel like having him linger around, breathing softly down his neck and completely unaware he was doing it. Then he would sit down, away from Crowley, nose shoved in a book with wide eyes over the edge. And each time Crowley would do something wrong, Aziraphale would whisper a little "oh dear" before avoiding Crowley's gaze. This was part of the reason Crowley gave up on sewing. That and the needle was too damn small for his eyes. It was sweet and infuriating all at the same time. Aziraphale meant well, Crowley knew that, the Angel never meant poorly. But it wasn't worth the trouble.

So that was why Crowley ended up make in a cold, damp, inconvenient flat with a basket full of knitting supplies sitting on the empty floor.

"You s'can't be worth at the trouble," Crowley mumbled to it, poking it with his foot.

They stared at one another in awkward silence for about a minute before Crowley broke, sauntering through the different dark rooms of the flat. He loitered in his office, remembering fondly when Ligur melted into a puddle at the entrance. His desk still had the scratch from his vintage message machine. Crowley let out a breath.

Then he found himself back where he started, staring at a basket full of knitting supplies as though it were going to bite him. He wishes it would, it would be better than the mocking stare it presented instead.

"Ngk, fine, you stupid bloody thing," Crowley said in an agitated voice, sitting on the empty floor beside it. "You s'better be the best damn kit money coulda bought."

He dumped the supplies in a heap, going straight for the needles and the blue yarn. This should be easy. People been doing it for hundreds of years. Easy. Easy peasy, tickety-boo as his Angel says.

20 minutes later and it was most certainly not tickety-boo. Crowley had pin pricks along his fingers, fraying yarn on the cuffs of his jacket, and one massive knot he couldn't comprehend how it had happened. His phone buzzed in his pocket, giving him a chance to escape this nightmare. He could feel the steam coming from his ears and he threw the offending material down to stand and answer it.

"Ah, Angel, was wondering when you'd bother to call. I've been left alone for days."

"Oh don't be dramatic," Aziraphale said, but Crowley could hear the smile on his face. "It should be I who is upset with you. Where are you? I returned home to find an empty bookshop and some very rude individual trying to open the door to buy books!"

"Bloody idiot."

"That's what I said, in less offensive terms, of course. Dearest, you didn't answer my question. Where are you?"

"I'm..." he debated the different possible answers he could be giving Aziraphale. Admitting he was at the flat would excite him, but it could also prompt questions about the purpose. Saying he was anywhere else would be lying, and that didn't feel quite right. Not anymore, though he supposed it never did. So he sighed and just said, "I'm at the old flat. Checking in."

He could hear Aziraphale's giddy voice, "oh wonderful. I'm so glad you have that space."

"M'yeah, it's, uh, it's nice."

"Goody!"

There was a moment of silence on the phone. Aziraphale was moving some items around to accommodate the rare Walt Whitman he had just spent 2 1/2 hours of his day acquiring. Crowley was staring at the blue heap of yarn on the floor.

After a few moments of companionable silence Aziraphale sighed and said, "Well I'll be the first to say it. I'd like you here, to spend time with me. I miss you."

Crowley fought the smile on his face as he teased Aziraphale, "wot? Wot'd you say? I missed it, signal totally blew."

"I said I missed you!"

"Wot? Say it again, Angel, totally lagging over 'ere."

Aziraphale puffed out in a whined voice, "oh you wily serpent, come home! I missed you today!"

"Ahhh, you missed me. And here I was thinking you said I pissed me, and that doesn't make bloody sense does it," Crowley said with a sarcastic tone, walking outside and towards the bookshop faster than he intended to.

"Oh just hurry on home, my love."

Crowley was stunned for a moment. 'My love' was a new nickname, and one he had always considered cheesy with other pairs. But instead, with Aziraphale it just made him blush and walk faster than he meant to.

"On it, Angel."

———

A week and a half later, Aziraphale was off at Maggie's little record shop helping her organize and try to market to the current generation. She wasn't getting much busy, which Aziraphale thought to be the most disappointing. Records were his favorite form of music.

As Aziraphale tucked every Nat King Cole into their proper place, Crowley was across London in a damp, cold, inconvenient flat hunched over and trying to knit. He'd bought a book full of patterns and instructions, and was now on his third iteration of the same scarf. The two previous attempts were in burned heaps in the corner, neither even close to completion. They had started to go horribly wrong and Crowley got so angry he accidentally set them on fire.

This time around, Crowley was taking his time with each action. He was terrified of mucking it all up. This was important to him, even if it was just a bunch of fibres looped together.

"If you s'don't do exactly as I tells you I will make your life hell," Crowley muttered to the yarn. "And's I can actually do that. Think hard on your decision."

Whether it was the slowness, the patience, or the fear of Crowley installed in the bundles of pale yellow and blue yarn, it was actually started to turn out his way.

———

Aziraphale hummed to himself a song he'd heard for the first time over at Maggie's shop. 'Unforgettable' by Nat King Cole. He realized he might have started to develop a real love for that man's music, all because of how much he knew Crowley enjoyed him. He never imagined himself a jazz fan, far too eccentric for his tastes, but the smooth notes got stuck in Crowley's head as he made the pair hot chocolates.

He was still humming softly as he returned to the main area of the bookshop, eyebrows raised as he saw a small white box with a yellow ribbon on his desk.

"Crowley, what's this?" Aziraphale asked, setting his mug down beside the box and walking over to where Crowley was sprawled across a chair.

"Wot?"

"The box, what is it?"

Crowley shrugged, sipping the hot chocolate Aziraphale gave him and looking out the window, "I dunno."

"You don't know? What do you mean you don't know?" Aziraphale scoffed as though it was completely impossible.

"I said I don't know, Angel. Might as well open it and find out."

Aziraphale narrowed his eyes and looked at Crowley with confusion. Crowley didn't always love to communicate well, though neither did he - a sin they both unfortunately share - but this was entirely new. Despite all this, Aziraphale did go to the box. He gently undid the pale yellow ribbon, it was so beautiful he took extra pains to not rip it, and lifted the the lid.

He gasped slightly at what he saw, "oh Crowley."

Crowley cringed, expecting Aziraphale to hate it. But that was quite the opposite. Inside the box sat a scarf, blue and yellow and hand knit, with a small card sitting on top of it saying 'Happy Creation Day.' Aziraphale glanced up and was surprised to find that it was, indeed, October 21st. Creation Day, the Earth was now 6,027 years old, and Crowley remembered.

Aziraphale lifted the scarf from the box, seeing it for what it was. It wasn't perfect in the slightest. The yellow and blue made an awkward, uneven contrast at some parts. Knots made lumps throughout the entire scarf, and one color was at least an inch and a half longer than the other. But all the same, it made Aziraphale tear up, "oh Crowley it's beautiful."

"You really think so?" Crowley asked timidly, now standing stiffly near where he was sitting. His eyes were looking anywhere but Aziraphale, scared if he looked at him he'd be humiliated. His cheeks were pink as Aziraphale looked at his work.

"Oh dearest, this is amazing. How long did it take you?"

"Oh, just, you know normal knitting times..."

"Crowley?"

"2 months," he mumbled.

Aziraphale dropped the scarf into the box, walking over to Crowley and gently placing his hands on his cheeks. Though he closed his eyes, he leaned his head into the touch. "You spent 2 months making this for me?"

"S'course, Angel. Woulda spent longer, got rushed."

"My darling, it is absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much for this gift. You have outdone yourself."

It was these words that made Crowley open his bright, yellow eyes and look at Aziraphale. He wasn't lying, he wasn't lying in the slightest. All he saw in Aziraphale's eyes was admiration, love, and the glassy look of someone trying to hold back tears. Crowley whispered softly, "why are you crying?"

Aziraphale laughed softly, letting a tear fall at this, "Oh my sweet, it's good tears. I'm just so overwhelmed. It's so beautiful and you made it for me."

"S'course."

Aziraphale let his forehead fall against Crowley's. There they stood in their little bookshop, two angels holding each other. After a few moments of this, Aziraphale broke away, kissed Crowley forehead and wiped away his tears.

"Well, shall I treat you to a spot of lunch?"

"I think a table at the Ritz just opened up," Crowley smiled, hiding the mist in his own eyes.

"Oh, what a miracle!" Aziraphale giggled. "You go on and warm up the car dearest. I'll only be a moment."

"M'kay, Angel." Crowley walked out and greeted his lovely Bentley with an appreciative whistle. "Such a beautiful girl, can't wait to ride you."

A woman walking puffed up and said, "shut it, you creepy bloke."

Crowley, offended, scoffed, "I- I was talking to my car. Not you!"

She rolled eyes, "sure, mate, I believe ya."

Crowley took on a taunting tone, "You're not even my type, you- you- you box dye brunette!" He couldn't think of a better insult and she just flipped him off and stalked off.

"Oh bugger," Crowley murmured, going to open the driver's door. Then he stopped, looking up at Aziraphale who was now on the steps of the bookshop. He was wearing the scarf he made him.

He was wearing the scarf he made him.

And proudly too. Despite it's lumps, it's unevenness, and it's wonky patterns, Aziraphale wore the scarf like a badge of honor. He was showing off to the world that Crowley was his, and Crowley was talented, sweet, and anyone would be lucky to have him. But they couldn't have him, because Crowley was Aziraphale's, as Aziraphale was Crowley's.

"Ngk-wow, Angel."

"Don't you like it?" Aziraphale asked, preening like a peacock. "I had it handmade by the most talented man. I shall give you his number if you like."

"N-nah. I'm not a knit type of guy."

"Oh shame, he really is quite good. And he looks fantastic is those leather jackets," Aziraphale says with a wide grin.

"Just get in, Angel." Crowley was now blushing violently, and got in the car to avoid turning into a hot pink mess out there. Aziraphale slid in beside him, sitting pin straight as he does but with a little proud wiggle in his seat. He was so fucking cute it hurt sometimes, so Crowley turned on the radio.

In the silence of the car ride, Nat King Cole's mesmerizing voice called out, "the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved, in return."

#good omens #good omens season 2 #fluff #so much fluff #fluff so sweet you’re teeth will rot #slice of life #like seinfield episodes but less funny and more sentimental #Crowley is trying #no beta we die like crowley’s heart in s2 e6 ouch neil gaiman #asexual relationship #Nat King Cole reference that is actually a Moulin Rouge reference in my little heart #Crowley is a simp #Aziraphale is proud #I’m actually so proud of this please enjoy it #neil gaiman notice me #david tennant #michael sheen

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yukikorogashi · 1 year

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Oh, he's not late. Supreme Leaders of Evil are never late.

And what was even special about today—or yesterday? Nothing, right? Probably nothing; if it wasn't a day dedicated to him, then what was the point...?

So, yeah! For no particular reason and entirely coincidental that it was anywhere near a birthday (that again didn't even matter when it wasn't his), Kokichi trots up to the silly little girl, having made a very life-changing decision.

For her, that is.

"Heeeeey there, brat! I didn't know I'd find you here!" He did. That isn't important. "But this is awfully convenient—here." And with a flourish, the Supreme Leader bestows upon his faithful follower a checkered bandana of her own, folded neatly, almost ceremonial.

"I've decided." Kokichi waves the square of cloth once in a gesture of hurry up and take it, but his attention has wandered as if abruptly disinterested in the exchange. "It'd be somewhat of a shame if you were to die, so—! You should probably join my organization. Got it?"

❤️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY ITSUKI!!! (15th March) ❤️

GRRRR, WHY SHE OUGHTA ...

Unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the sound of that unmistakable voice, Itsuki would turn towards the boy in question. "There ya are! Ya missed breakfast, lunch AND dinner yesterday!"

Never mind the fact that he hadn't been around to celebrate the little get together their other classmates decided to put together for her. Because truth be told... it... it wasn't that important, not during a time like this.

A disapproving pout was quickly forming upon her features, as her hands rested themselves upon her hips in an exasperated manner. He truly was like the little big brother that she never wanted at times. One whom she could never stop being CONCERNED for, especially with how much more difficult he tended to make things, and everything that he would get up to all by his lonesome.

Booooy, she could lift ya with ONE ARM, that's just how thin you are, y'hear?

And while she had admittedly gotten fairly use to his SHENANIGANS by this point, one couldn't blame her for still having the urge to chase this boy around the fields themselves with her TRACTOR, when needed. Anyways, it was both a good exercise AND punishment for this here fella, especially when it would seem that he would surprisingly enjoy it at times. Viewing it like GAME OF CHASE, more than what had been mentioned earlier.

"BRAT-- l-look who's talkin'! Is that anyway ta talk to the gal that helps jar up them BUGS fer ya?" It was much too early for this, so don't you push your luck now, bro!

Still, after taking a deep breath and patting down ruffled feathers, Itsuki would remind herself just who it was she was dealing with. That this buttmunch spoke a different language, when compared to the rest of them. And so she would raise her brow at him, when he said in his own way-- that he had actually been looking for her.

"... Huh?"

Looking down towards the offered bandana, and back up to to that seemingly disinterested (Ahhh these abrupt shifts would always let on more than one would initially believe) look on his face... it would take her a second or two, as she started putting things together. Brows furrowing for just the briefest moment, before her expression would completely soften altogether... Slowly reaching out towards the neatly folded GIFT, and taking it into her own hands with considerable care.

Truth be told, celebrating your BIRTHDAY in at a time like this-- in a place like this-- certainly wasn't on anyone's wish list. But she was... LUCKY enough that the other ULTIMATES had even wanted to bother about this, in the first place. She was... really GRATEFUL, at the end of the day. Especially after all they have been through, especially... with so few of them left now...

Especially when the ULTIMATE SUPREME LEADER himself-- would bother to do a lil' something special, just for her. Once more, showing in his weird lil' way, that he really did care for her in return.

... I don't what you dyin' either, bro.

"Awww shucks, bro..." Thinking for a moment, Itsuki would decide that a simple thank you just wouldn't do (Even though she knew that her usual hugs might amusingly lead to a less than pleased response oughta him too... she will save that for later on). And so instead chose to humour him with a little curtsy, "Well, thank ya fer honorin' an' viewin' me as such a VALUED MEMBER to yer EEEEEVIL CAUSE~"

Hehe, did she say that right? She would even throw in a curtsy then, as she held the unexpected gift close to her heart.

"... Awraht, sure! Ahhhh guess ah could join yer organization... jus' so ah can make sure y'all are eatin' right, ehehe!"

She suppose that she could let him off from his exercise-punishment too, just for today.

@falsiliar ❤️💕

#(AAAAAAAA SAMMYYYYYY)#(I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS ASK IM????)#(TYSM FOR SENDING THIS IN OMGGG)))#(GOD KOKICHI BRO I SWEAR B()#(Thank you thank you THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THIS! This is like a birthday gift TO ME tbh auehawuhe uwu)#(Oh this was such a treat to read and respond to <333)#❄️ KOKICHI OUMA ;; BE STILL and know that I’m HERE WITH YOU ;; FALSILIAR 💛 ❄️#❄️ THE ULTIMATE FARMER ;; DANGANRONPA VERSE ❄️#❄️ ASKS ❄️#❄️ QUEUE ❄️

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