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thespineoftherighteous · 2 years

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aftg show bloopers like

the scene where Neil throws the glass at Aaron (it's not glass glass, it's that softish, breakable material used in filmmaking that looks like glass) and Aaron's actor ducks too late so it hits him straight in the face. nobody moves for a second (they're still rolling) until Neil's actor moves toward him going "oh my god I'm so sorry" and everyone starts laughing and Aaron's actor is like I'm fine dw

Allison's actress tripping in her heels during what's supposed to be a badass entrance and she drags herself out to redo the take, cursing the shoes

so many bits of the cast just pretending to club each other over the head with their racquets

Coach's actor accidentally switches up a whole bunch of words while shooting one of his inspirational speeches. but he just keeps talking as though he didn't just passionately tell the kids to "get out on that floor and- court- show them how real a Fox floors- plays...after tonight they will- they will not ever discriminate- underestimate you again" and you can hear the Foxes' actors quietly break character one by one in the background

Andrew's actor pulling out a knife to threaten someone but then dropping it and jumping back from it

just. the monsters all piled in the car for a scene and they're all in the zone, waiting for "Action" to be called when something happens and they all crack up in sync

Andrew and Neil's actors on an actual roof, trying to shoot an Andreil Moment but an airplane flies over and they have to wait for it to pass because audio. so in the blooper these two guys are just standing very close to each other, Andrew's hand fisted in Neil's hoodie, staring up at the airplane urging it to get out of the way

in one scene Dan's actress kisses Matt on the cheek as a goodbye before she leaves the room, and right after she does Neil's actor jumps up to kiss his cheek too

they're shooting a night practice scene and Kevin's actor keeps missing the mark and it's just a bunch of two second clips of him on set of the court, groaning and swearing and oof-ing. after he misses the action for like the tenth time he just turns to make direct eye contact with the camera, his face comically blank

(in the background you can hear Neil's actor go "thank goodness for editing and all that magic, eh?")

Andrew's actor forgets his line during the scene where the Foxes meet the Ravens at the banquet. he gets to the "Jean. Jean Valjean" line and then completely blanks, going "Jean Valjean. hello Jean Valjean. I'm supposed to say something to you now Jean Valjean. i do not remember what"

the actors for Aaron, Kevin, Andrew and Nicky all being crammed onto that couch in the lounge the way the monsters actually do and falling asleep on each other in between takes

Neil's actor is British who speaks in an American accent but one time accidentally lets the accent slip during a scene where he uses the phrase "strongest goalkeeper". he cuts himself off and it's silent for a beat and then he softly repeats "goalkeeper" to himself in an exaggeratedly British accent and cracks everyone up. Kevin's actor, who himself naturally has an Irish accent, goes "this is South Carolina, love"

it's a night shoot and it's cold and Aaron's actor steals Andrew's actor's (his brother) scarf going "how come you get a scarf and i don't. Aaron is getting the scarf for this scene"

Kevin and Neil's actors doing a scene where they get all up in each other's faces. and then start leaning in too much and make as though they're going to start kissing

just a solid two minutes of Neil and Andrew's actors fighting bugs away from their faces throughout various rooftop scenes

Nicky's actor being the mf king of improvised one-liners (in true Nicky fashion) and just constantly causing EVERYONE to break cause his quips are so random

not really a blooper but they're behind the camera, waiting for something to be set up, and Renee's actress has an acoustic guitar and she and some of the others make up really bad jingles for all the characters

Dan's actress is most likely to fumble her lines or trip over her tongue and she always does like a weird dance to shake herself out

Aaron's actor looking straight into the camera with a shiner blooming over half his face due to a badly executed "fight" scene: let it be known. here on the set of All for the Game, i do my own stunts

(his brother in the background: you DORK. Aaron's actor: shut up or I'm telling Mom you punched me in the face)

Kevin's actor doing a scene (perhaps that one on the bus in tfc) where he's downing alcohol and he's expecting the director to call cut at a certain point or tell him when he can stop drinking but that doesn't happen so he just kind of confusedly chugs the whole bottle and then the director goes "you didn't need to do all that but we got it thanks" and Kevin's like ?? but Neil's actor, who's in the scene, is stood there with his eyebrows raised, very impressed, going "oh my god that was amazing"

Dan's actress slipping on a line and then banging her head against the chest of Matt's actor in frustration and he just rubs her back, grinning

not a blooper but Neil's actor recites the Riko roast flawlessly and as soon as they call "Cut" on it he gets a little sitting ovation from everyone. even Riko's actor is like yeah okay shutting the fuck up and leaving you alone now

Neil's actor actually struggling to get the seal off the ice cream container in that one scene. he fake-struggles with it for a few moments and then starts actually struggling and looks over to the production people and goes "the bloody thing is actually not coming off"

so many bloopers of various cast members having too much fun hitting others upside the head like they do in the books

Andrew's actor accidentally spilling the tray of drinks at Eden's

Allison's actress being the one who can make others break character without getting caught herself

Matt's actor being the one who makes everyone, including himself, break character but doesn't get in trouble because literally everyone is cracking up

however. when they get into Moods, especially during night shoots, and they have scenes together, Matt and Neil's actors are IMPOSSIBLE. to work together. they just cannot control themselves. everyone hates them

see also: Kevin and Matt's actors. Nicky and Allison's. terrible pairings for long days.

there's a scene with coach and the monsters and after like the fifth time they restart coach turns to look at the camera and pours himself a drink using the prop alcohol while going "parenting....is tough"

anyway. call this an au of an au

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piratefalls · 1 month

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i have no real opening remarks, so have some fic, mind the tags, and have a good day!

masterlist

did the light hit my blush (when i told you you could be enough?) by matherine

Henry wasn’t eavesdropping. Really, he wasn’t — he had just come home from work at the shelter early, toed off his shoes at the door, and began to settle in when he heard it. “No, Nora,” Alex’s voice groans, floating out into the hall from where his bedroom door must be cracked open. “I can’t tell if he’s just not interested or oblivious. I’ve used my whole arsenal of flirting and Henry’s completely unresponsive.” Or: Alex has been flirting for months. It’s not that Henry didn’t notice — it’s that he thought he couldn’t possibly mean it.

Only Fools by OrchidScript

Henry rolled his eyes. “No. You tell me — that sounds better — why I should bring my ex-hook up to my brother’s wedding?” Pez hummed and half-shrugged. “Why wouldn’t you? He’s the perfect thing to light your gran’s helmet of hair on fire.” Pez set his cup down and leaned forward onto the table. “That’s what Pip encouraged you to do, didn’t he?” “Martha more than Pip, but yes. He did.” Henry sighed. “Then ask Alex.” -- With his brother's wedding a few weeks away, Henry Fox is determined to not show up alone. Not wanting to ask a stranger, he instead turns to Alex, hoping to manufacture something believable from something familiar. Try as he might to keep a level head, Henry can't help falling in love with the man. Will it come around to bite him or will it turn into something more than he had hoped?

kitchen confidential by stutteringpeach

The NDA is approximately a mile long. “Jesus fuck,” Alex splutters. “What, is their favourite film The Menu or something? Am I gonna come out of this one alive?” ~ Or, the one where Alex is hired to cater a private dinner party for Prince Henry and his friends, and it does not go as he expects.

Can You See Me? (I'm Waiting for the Right Time) by affectionatelyrs

“Whose turn was it?” Henry asks while Alex is busy pondering the merits of throwing himself out their fifth-story window and hoping his boner doesn’t take anyone’s eye out on his way down. “Forgive me, but I am a bit tired. Do you think you could take it?” There’s no way that Henry’s not doing this on purpose. He makes words mean things when put in a certain order for a living, for fucks sake. Alex almost quips back depends on how big it is just to see how—or if—Henry would react. “Yeah, um, no problem.” There. Much more normal. He could steal Henry’s job at this rate. “Truth or dare?” - Or, Alex’s world gets flipped on its axis during a game of truth or dare

getting good now by Standinginmoonlight

Alex sighs and balls his hands up into fists, digging them into his eye sockets until he sees stars, and then he’s speaking without his brain giving his mouth permission. “I can’t believe I’m going to marry someone British.” Or: the Love is Blind AU that no-one asked for.

A Sin Better Than Heaven by AnchoredArchangel

“Show me,” the king says, a demand. He sets the vial back down, careless to where it lands compared to where it originated. He leans back against the table, crosses his arms over his chest; chin raised, jaw set- a picture of regality. Henry’s heart is pounding in his chest, the unstable beat of too many horse hooves overlapping, like the canter through the woods that very afternoon before he was shoved from his saddle. For the first time, he considers the possibility that perhaps he had hit his head harder than he realized- against the ground or against the tree, because certainly his hope is misplaced; certainly he is not following this conversation as well as he presumed. “Show you what, Your Majesty?” The king only deigns to move a hand, untucking it from his elbow in order to wave it vaguely. “How your body responds to men.” Or: A criminally loose reimagining of the tent scene from Mary & George, only Alex is a sexually confused king, and Henry's the one who has been sent to seduce him.

it's so hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands by anincompletelist

His mother would have a fit if she could see him now, taking comfort he isn’t owed from men he shouldn’t want it from. But Henry wipes his tears with the back of his hand and Alex begins singing the dulcet tune of a Spanish lullaby and George feels, perhaps for the first time in his life, like he belongs.

Silence & Sound by @nocoastposts

Alex tugs at his hair and tries to focus on choosing his next words. He knows that Henry will help him - that he wants to help him. He knows that all he has to do is say the word. Henry stands and steps closer, holding Alex’s chin firmly and tilting his head up so their eyes are forced to meet. “You need me to clear that lovely head of yours, hm?” “Please,” Alex says in barely a whisper. or: Henry helps Alex fill the silence before indulging in the sound.

baby boy by smc_27

It starts as a joke. Alex taking the piss about how much money Henry has. How he could have anything he wanted, from anyone he wanted, if only he just asked.

all so human with our guards down by maxbegone

“Constant fear is debilitating,” Alex tells him later on. The sun has risen, though it’s barely prominent through the dark clouds in the sky. “Even in the world we live in now, you need to find the things that make it feel…normal.” Of course, Alex isn’t even sure that makes much sense, and he thinks about doubling back on what he just said with something stupid and word-vomitty, whatever pops into his head first, but Henry beats him to it. Much more suitable, and it puts Alex’s mind at ease: “I’m starting to think you’re right.” The world ended three years ago. No more all-night study sessions, no more drag brunch and mimosas, no more societal expectations. But out of everything Alex was expecting from an apocalypse, Henry sure as hell wasn't it.

Dallas, Texas by annesbonny

i thought I knew hopelessness. i thought I'd learned its specific dread years ago There's an assassination attempt on Ellen, Henry is caught up in the damage. Alex is... coping about as well as you would expect.

Best Practice in Sexual Favours by everwitch

They meet at a bar. Alex is young; fresh out of law school, sharp and charismatic and oh-so attractive. The sex is absolutely incredible, and Henry has no regrets. At least not until the morning after when he finds himself opposite Alex in a meeting — equipped with the painful knowledge that Alex’s boss thinks Alex’s only function in said meeting is to sit there and look all pretty. Somebody ought to call HR right about now. Or: when sexual relationships mix with professional ones, Alex and Henry make the most of it.

this is the first time I've felt the need to confess by theprinceandagcd

Alex frantically unlocks his phone and stares at their text thread, at the heart reaction that Henry had left on his most recent message. His thumbs hover uselessly over his screen, trembling as moisture burns his vision. The entire room is thick with uneasiness, heavy enough that it’s hard to breathe, and Alex wants to tell Henry something, wants to reach out and find the solace that Henry so often offers him without even realizing it. But mostly, as his brain finally catches up to what’s actually happening, all Alex can think is that he doesn’t want to die. He tries to come up with a list of reasons why in his head, a comprehensive one that probably should include family and career goals and a million other things, but in the end, in the moment, all he can fucking think about is Henry.

out of the kitchen by rizcriz

Alex looks to his right where Henry’s standing at his own door. Any moment now, Gordon Ramsay is going to tell them to turn the handle and one of them is going to cascade into a new life. He doesn't care if his door doesn’t open; in fact, he’d rather it didn’t. He’s come all this way, he’s proven himself as a chef, but there’s no denying that the man beside him was made for this role. For the last five weeks, he’s watched as Henry’s given his all to every challenge and dinner service. -- or, the Hell's Kitchen au literally nobody asked for.

i love you (ain't that the worst thing you ever heard) by coffeecatsme

Henry doesn’t doubt that, just as much as he doesn’t doubt now that Alex won’t have a single issue with him being trans. In another life, when Henry whispered it in the quiet hours of the night, he didn’t. In another life, when he kissed Henry anyway, he didn’t. In another life. In this one, when Alex meets his eyes, all there is left behind them is a cold glare that freezes Henry to his soul. One year ago, Henry had a whirlwind of a day with Alex after a chance meeting in a coffee shop, only to leave in the morning to protect his heart. He doesn't expect to see Alex again, until he shows up at June's wedding and finds out her brother is the same Alex he hasn't been able to get out of his mind for a year - and he's pissed.

Fragile Things by SatinBirds

Alex does not scare easily. But the moment he sees Henry fall, all breath leaves his body at once.

Trim my Christmas tree by clottedcreamfudge

Henry is a writer, not a mall Santa, but unfortunately this year - thanks to his adorable and conniving nieces and their Aunt Beatrice - he's going to have to be both. This doesn't leave him a great deal of time to pine horribly over the part-time bookseller and Law student over at June Claremont-Diaz's shop, but somehow he manages to jam it in anyway. Ho ho ho.

All Kinds of Wounds by allmylovesatonce

It throws Alex off when it takes longer for the door to close, when he hears Henry’s footsteps but doesn’t hear him approaching. As he listens closer, there are steps on the stairs and eventually the sound of feet on the second floor. Henry avoided him. Henry gets hurt at the shelter and tries to hide it from Alex.

blurred lines by seafloor

Henry is a lovesick writer; Alexander a charismatic bartender. They’re still fated to fall into bed at some point.

keep me up all night/ i wanna scratch your surface by @firenati0n

They step inside, greeted by moonlight streaming through the windows, illuminating their living room in a dreamy light; it’s enough to see outlines and shapes, enough to keep everything just a little bit secretive, a little softer around the edges. Henry moves his hand to flick on the kitchen light, and Alex’s hand shoots out to grab his wrist. Henry looks down at him questioningly, blue eyes sparkling even with the absence of light. Alex always feels a little off-kilter around him, Henry both his center of gravity and his reason for vertigo. He’s stabilizing, and dizzying, and everything. Alex’s thumb and index finger circle Henry’s slender wrist, exerting the slightest pressure. He feels Henry's pulse jump under his thumb. “Get on the couch.”

Voted most likely to run away with you by dreamsinthewitchouse

Alex drifts into consciousness in a bed full of tangled limbs and warm, sleep-rumpled skin. He’s lying half on his stomach and half on his side, the shoulder smushed against the bed protesting in a way that tells him he’s going to have a crick in his neck for the rest of the day. But fuck if he cares, with Henry stirring next to him, one of his long legs draped over the back of Alex’s thigh. Alex doesn’t need to open his eyes to know the room is hazy with filtered sunlight, spilling pale yellow through the carelessly drawn curtains.

everything just stops by HypnosTheory

Alex hums, pushing his nose into the side of Henry’s cock. “Let me give you your gift, Hen.” “You’ve already given me my gift,” Henry says, fingers tightening on the edge of the countertop. “Twice.” Alex laughs and takes Henry’s cock back into his mouth. Henry keens, knees shaking. He’s oversensitive already; Alex woke him up with a hand on his cock, and then in the shower surprised him with three fingers against his prostate. Each orgasm was greeted with a happy birthday, baby, which is a phrase that’s starting to have a Pavlovian response on Henry. --- Alex gives Henry all the birthday orgasms - Henry believes turnabout is fair play.

the wrong place by congee4lunch

“I don’t want you, I don’t want anything to do with you, Alexander,” Henry breathes out, his breath ghosting over Alex’s lips. “I just want to feel good.” “Perfect,” Alex grins. “I want the exact same thing, Fox.” henry and alex hate each other. when they're forced to share a hotel room and a bed for a night, they fuck about it.

Total Eclipse by @myheartalivewrites

Alex is not sure what the fuck is happening here. “And if you only hold me tight…” A man—probably the most beautiful man he has ever seen—is up on stage in this karaoke bar, absolutely murdering Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart and he’s pretty sure the guy is crying and it’s one of the most horrifying things he’s ever seen and Alex cannot. Look. Away.

Late Bloomer by @sparklepocalypse

Alex Claremont-Diaz is sixteen years old, and he hasn’t presented. His dad seems to think it’s fine and offers Alex regular reassurance that his cousin Angel hadn’t presented until nearly 20. His mom, though, gets a little crease between her eyebrows whenever she thinks Alex isn’t looking. Presenting is a Big Deal in the Claremont family, and Alex just... hasn’t. So Alex is sixteen, and he’s… a boy. That’s it. Just a boy. Not a boy and an alpha like his friend Marco, or a boy and an omega like his friend Noah. Just a boy.

living in a new normal by @forever-fixating

Henry Fox could write an entire dissertation based on how much information his twin nieces Penelope and Grace have told him about their favorite band, Austin Heat. The girls peppered him with neverending facts since he surprised them with tickets and meet-and-greet passes to their concert at Madison Square Garden last Christmas. -- Henry Fox takes his nieces to a concert of their favorite band, Austin Heat. He gets a bit more than he bargained for when he meets singer and guitarist Alex Claremont-Diaz.

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#rwrb #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfiction #firstprince #firstprince fic #red white and royal blue #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #alexhenry #firstprince fanfiction

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snowywolf1005 · 6 months

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BLACK ADULT FEMALE READER X CHILD LUFFY, ACE, AND SABO

Warning: blood, injuries, and the cutest thing you gonna read 😢

You take care of three little monsters. Running around, getting in trouble, hunt food, steal things.

Dadan ask you to take care of them outside, and let just say they weren't happy about it.

But still, Luffy tell you adventures they did, and Ace hit luffy in the head for telling their secrets.

And you pick a fruit to eat while the boys hunt for food to eat meat, like big, crocodiles, fish.

While you pick up a fruit, you hear a loud cries. "HELP!!!" You run to see sabo up in the tree.

You were shocked, "sabo, how did you get up there!?". "I saw s-some egg up this tree, I was thinking get the eggs," he said. "Where luffy and ace!?" You question.

"Their still hunting!" Sabo cried. You looked left and right to see luffy and Ace are here, but their aren't here.

You have no choice but to climb the trees. (Oh yeah, your power is sumon nightmare monster and transform one the same thing as black female reader x shanks)

You trund your hands to claws like grey fox same thing as your foot, you took off your shoes.

You start climbing, and Sabo is shocked to see. A wind blew by so hard that caused sabo to lose his balance and fall.

You watch sabo Fall. You jump off the tree and grab sabo. As you grab him, you see you about to hit the ground. You trun your body instead of sabo, but you hold tight on him.

Your back hit the ground, causing you to spit out of blood out of your mouth. "(Y/N)!!!!" Sabo yelled out your name.

You lifted yourbody, "sabo, are you al-". "I'm sorry, ace, luffy, and I planned this!!! We thought that if you were really that strong to become a pirate!!!"

"(Y/N) I'm sorry!!!" You trunaround to see luffy coming towards you, hug you. So, as ace, they both started crying.

"It's okay. I'm alright, it just some blood, "no, it not!!! We cause a lot of trouble. We shouldn't have listened to you!!!" Ace yelled.

"Hey, hey, don't cry. Looks. When I was your age, I fell down on the ground and hurt my knees, but my mother always told me that whenever we cried, we do it with a smile"

You said, smiled with your two fingers. "Like this?" Said luffy holding his cheek, trund his mouth to a smile (still crying).

After that, you guys went. You gave luffy a piggyback ride cause he cried like baby. "So your mother said whenever you cried, you do it with a smile?" Sabo question.

You nodded your head. "She also sang me a lullaby to me." "Can we hear it?" Luffy question. You sang (it sounds like nezuko mother lullaby from demon slayer).

"Hush baby, baby bunny on the hill, tell me why your eyes are so very red, Because when my mother was expecting me, she dined on red berries from a tree, and that is why my eyes are so very red"

"So when you eyes are red cause you were your mother tummy and she ate the bright red berries!" Said luffy.

You giggle as you may it back, you and luffy ace and sabo ate, dadan still mad at the boys who were big trouble. You don't mind, you take the boys to bed.

"Goodnight boys, sweet dreams"

When you are about to close the door, you see, luffy shaking. Maybe he cold doesn't have his blanket, you put blanket on him he say this "goodnight mom" he said fall a asleep.

You smile at him and kiss him on the forehead, so as the other.

You are a great mother with them.

#one piece x black!reader #one piece x you #one piece x reader #luffy ace sabo x reader #child luffy #child ace #child sabo #one piece luffy #one piece ace #one piece sabo

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 2 years

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(Open Rp) "Arrow throught the heart 2: the hook up)

It's been years Since the Incident…Saphira went to University in tokyo, Japan. She Missed her 3 friends..but to be honest..She was the only girl who doesn't have boyfriends..and Only "Only" girl who doesn't have boyfriends now. Until She met Bruno james Barren At the Match making party, They've been dating for a while..but..it never last Till She caught Bruno with mandy's Mean twin sister, Sandy. She was Heartbroken, But she knew about it when she does research of what he has been doing while in the relationship with her…She was so angry..and she said,"Bruno, How Could you?..I thought we're a couple and I guess I was wrong…" Bruno Laughs and said," Yea thats right, i never loved you since we were dating. And Yet I slept with alot of girls so I can gets some money that I stole from them hahaha!"she asked how many did he slept with..and he told her that it was 10 girls..but saphira Didn't slept with him at all..but after he said," Well Me and "Sandy" here are going out to have fun! Good luck being a Lonely Loser Freak!" When he laughs and opens the Door..His parents was Waiting at the door Looking all Angry and Unpleasant Look on their faces. When he sees them he turn pale like a ghost but His parents wasn't the only ones..even Mandy and sandy's parents shows up too with a Same furious faces as well..and then bruno said to her," S-s-saphira! Did you call Our parents for this!?" Then She Answers," Yes yes I did..and I did it with a phone call with your recording." When She said that, She press play on the recording and the parents was shocked and began to grew even more angrier…Mrs. barren (Bruno's mother) Was Livid, she began to hit him with a Shoe and she said," BRUNO JAMES BARREN!, HOW COULD YOU BEEN SLEEPING AROUND WITH OTHER GIRLS HUH!? YOU KNEW DAMN WELL THAT YOU'LL CATCH A NASTY DISEASE!!" Saphira had never seen his angry mother screaming at his son and started to beat his son with her shoes..and his father said," YOU IDIOT! DIDN'T I TELL YOU THAT WOMEN ARE NOT BREEDING MACHINES! OR OBJECTS!! I should've Ship you to the gentleman school to get your act straighten up!!" Then Sandy's parents was saying the same thing..but Her mother said," Ugh! Your acting just like your twin sister always stealing someones boyfriends! We're going home and when we do "YOUR GROUNDED" until we move you to a Different place!….9 months after that…She came home and her 3 friends..but..she saw them have boyfriends..her heart sink down like a ship..Her friends looked at her with a smiles and wave…but..saphira turns away and run in tears..she went to the mall and sits down near the fountain, try to hold back her tears…But couldn't..she started to cry until.she Sees the heartshape Door called "Arrow through the heart: the Hook up"..She felt curious..inside of the room was the roman like romance place. She Looked at her name on the clip board as the Robotic feminine voice called to her to enter the area..she saw nothing but a Heartshape seat and all..with a nice questions..Her first question is telling her about herself…so Saphira told her about everything..including highschool and all…even her feelings and details…Even Why she was so afraid to fall in love again…Saphira's tears sheds..but the robotic arm give her a tissue..and then saphira thanked her..she wipped her tears..so she gives her another questions..So saphira starts answering alot of questions and all..and the last one is requesting for her hair and perfume..She grabbed her piece of hair from her brush and also her favorite cherry blossom perfume..When she put it on the tray it vanished…so she gets up as the machine thanked her for the supports..she left with a nice goodie bags and all..She smiles just a bit..and then 2 weeks later..She hears the Door knocking and it was a Package from "arrow through the heart" and when She Opens it..she saw Big Giant Fox plushie holding her favorite flowers and her favorite perfume as well..but there was a letter..she grabbed the letter and began to open and it says….

#Open rp #Romance #Drama #Totally spies #crossover

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norel-ravenclaw · 1 year

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The Ikepri routes as dark, twisted fairytales~

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: All 13 & Cyran

Genre: Dark angsty fairytale romance

Rating: 12+

Word count: 1295

Leon - Cinderella

The truth was, he had seen her before. Seen the cobwebs in her lovely hair, seen the bruise on her temple when the breeze blew her scarf back. And he was smitten. Her shy smile, her surprising wit, her wise words, soft touch. She did not know who he was, but that wouldn’t stop him from taking her away from that place. She would be his. Even if he had to try that remarkable glass shoe on every woman in the kingdom. She would belong to him, a slave no more.

Chevalier - Beauty & The Beast

Trespasser. Interloper. Fool of a woman. Surely her trembling fists and burning eyes in a show of courage against his rampage is merely… more favourable than silent cowering? Surely the lonely years of seeing faces only in furniture is the sole reason her expressions while reading are so… amusing? Surely, seeing her in the late Queen’s golden gown is entirely… Entirely captivating. Surely, the last petal will fall before she would ever claim to love a beast… like him.

Yves - Sleeping Beauty

The abandoned prince. Not in a cottage in the woods, but in a foreign castle. Blood of enemies in his veins. And her, an outsider who would go up against anything or anyone to protect his smile. No dragon, or beasts, or years of navigating thorny paths could stop her from pouring all her love into a kiss upon his rosebud lips. The Beauty deserved his chance to rule the kingdom he loved, as much as deserved to be loved himself. And she would stop at nothing to see it happen.

Jin - Snow White

He had wanted this. He had suggested the decree that would banish the gentle maiden from the palace forever. The King’s folly had driven him to act thusly. But now, seeing the tears streak down her face, the cruel blow about to be struck, he could not… He couldn’t… But wouldn’t her pain be worse if he didn’t? Such a delicate creature, lost in a hostile place. There was just one solution; one made in a final, damning moment of irrepressible impulse: He would be her protector.

Sariel - Aladdin

They never saw through his smiles. His schemes and lies and manipulation. No one that is, except for her. Blazing eyes and chin held high. A worthy prize if ever he saw one. But he would tame her, holding that proud chin in his hand. He would make her love him, adore him, serve him. It was only a matter of time. No filthy street rat could hope to steal his wish. No one’s power was greater than his, after all - not even the king’s. And the most powerful and worthy woman in the kingdom would belong to him, bow to him; just as the very moon and stars would.

Nokto - Little Red Riding Hood

How many delicious morsels have wandered this forest? How many have fallen prey to the cunning fox that stalks its paths? And so why, why is this one different? This bold, sweet treat with honeyed hips and spiced tongue. Why is she the one who gets special treatment? Hunted so much more carefully, yet recklessly, yet satisfyingly… Of course he won’t let her go. No, no. He is a nasty beast, after all. He intends to devour her like all the others. …Perhaps she’ll even taste sweeter.

Licht - The Snow Queen

The wounded prince, hidden away for all this time. A stranger even to his twin, once his closest companion. All are certain he will wither away to nothing, chipping away at his own heart until nothing remains. Until she arrives. And she makes a flower bloom in the vast field of ice that shrouds his scars. The warmth of unconditional, unwavering love is the only thing that can thaw his frozen heart. Only she can bring spring to his eternal winter. And all the kingdom will revel in the flowers that bloom in his smile.

Rio - The Little Mermaid

She is a beacon. The only light on a rocky, desolate shore. She is joy and goodness and a treasure more precious than anything he’d ever held before. How cruel then, that he cannot tell her of his past. Of the shadowy tentacles that threaten to drag him back to whence he came. The villains and oppression and darkness of the ocean palace. No, he refuses such memories. His life is here now, with her. He will serve and protect his princess with everything he has. Even if his voice fails him, his heart will not.

Clavis - Alice In Wonderland

Oh, how curious his new toy is~ Curious and shy and clever. No matter that she is beginning to get fed up with the nonsense. Nonsense! She will come to love it, just as she will come to love him! Naturally, he is the most handsome fellow in Wonderland. It’s only natural that she will turn to him at last, crying in his shoulder until he can feed her something sweet to make it all go away. Sweet thing, they’ll have tea parties every day! And she will love it. And she will love him.

Luke - Goldilocks

She should not have come here. A broken, raging, raving, beast lives here. And shells of memories, carefully preserved. She sits in her chair. She sleeps in her bed. She holds a lovingly sewn bear to her heart. And she cries. Perhaps… perhaps this sweet girl with wide eyes, could use the protection of a big bad bear. Just for a little while. Until it’s time for the bear to go hunt. …Just until then.

Keith - Princess & The Pea

She was a stranger from a distant land, obviously not one that belonged in the grand palace. She was too sweet, too delicate, too naïve. …Or so he thought. She noticed him, there in the shadows in his eyes. Only she was sensitive enough to notice something so simple was off. Only she was kind enough, wise enough, to meet him on both sides. And so, he was determined, only she would be his queen. Whether she was a princess or not.

Silvio - Rumplestiltskin

Money solves all problems. So he made her spin gold for him. But he never expected that she would see him. (He never gave her the time.) And yet she did. She saw the rose-tint in his face and the pain hidden beneath his glittering, distracting façade. Only she could see the gold in the straw-stuffed cracks of his heart. Only she could ever speak his truth - a new name for a new part of his heart he never dared open before.

Gilbert - Rapunzel

It was too easy, really. To take her. To steal away with her gentle, naïve, heart in the night. To take her away to a dark castle, and lock her in the tallest tower. No one would ever see or touch the bunny again. …Until she discovered his secret. Then, no tower would be high enough, secure enough to hide the only person who would ever see behind his mask. No, Bunny, no prince will dare to try to get you down.

Cyran - 12 Dancing Princesses

His master was a madman, there was no denying it. And there was no denying the Belle of the nightly ball… was her. Every day he would sneak medicine and ointment into her room to pass around to the women to use on their sore, blistering feet. Until her strained smile, trying so hard to hide the pain, the confusion, the fear - secured his resolve. He would free them - her - from this cruel experiment. No matter what it would take.

I will write for the winning poll choices soon! (I made the clavis one as a joke lmao, how am I actually gonna write that??)

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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Fatui! Scaramouche x Fatui!fem! reader. How Scaramouche would confess his feelings to the reader.

a/n: before I start answering requests, I wanted to write something first. There was something @xxventiswindblumexx said to me last night that stirred my brain a bit. Follow along with me as a get self indulgent about this and don't laugh😋 I know none of you would though, I'm just saying😭 Enjoy everyone! @kichikichiko @ech4writesthings @nikibeloved

Scaramouche froze, his eyes widening when he saw you coming. He knew that look on your face well. You were pissed.

No, scratch that. You were livid.

Scaramouche had never seen you look so pissed off, except for one time when you'd found he was going through your things without asking and stealing them so you would give him attention.

Even though you walked right passed Scaramouche, he had feeling that he was going to be drug into your anger. He would stand there and wait while he enjoyed the show.

It was a new member of your team. He'd only joined about a month ago, being placed under your leadership for the reason that being around someone like you would calm him down about being nervous.

And it had. Until today.

This recruit in particular would never forget the lesson you taught him. Scaramouche knew the recruit wouldn't quit after this, being painfully aware and absolutely annoyed that this recruit was simping hard for you. Scaramouche couldn't help but cross his arms and glare while he watched.

"Ma'am! Ma'am, please," he heard the recruit all but stammer when you came to stand in front of him. "It was an accident. I didn't see the fox in time.."

Scaramouche was impressed with the swift roundhouse kick you delivered to his chest. But then again, your kicks had always had force in them. He couldn't but feel a little bad for that recruit. You rarely ever did something like this, unlike himself.

"I have one rule, especially in these joint operations!" Which were becoming more and more frequent lately. "Kill anyone of the enemy that you like. I don't care! People are shitheads anyways. I barely got that fox out of the way of in time because your reckless behavior."

You planted the heel of your shoe firmly onto the recruit's hand, turning it. "Consider this a warning. So help me, I will kill you myself next time, I don't care how fast things happen. See to it it that there isn't." you finished, your voice sounded so cold and serious.

It was a drastic hard left turn from how you normally acted.

Scaramouche pulled the brim of his hat slightly over his face. He knew you were coming for him next. And he was excited. And maybe, just maybe but not really, a little scared of you. That didn't reflect on his demeanor in the slightest.

"And you!" You said, turning to stride over to him. You were so furious that you tried to slap him with a slap that you would never let connect.

Scaramouche caught your wrist, glaring at you, offended. He let you speak though. He always wanted to hear your voice, angry or not.

"You didn't have to do that. I don't need someone protecting me. I could've handled it myself! Do you really think I am that weak?!" You continued, gritting your teeth over the sound of your pounding heart. "Why did you do that?"

His glare increased in intensity. Both his squad and yours gawked at how much guts you had talking to Scaramouche like this.

Of course he didn't think that way. Truthfully, Scaramouche's body has moved on it's own when he saw you scramble to scoop the fox up out of the line of fire. You had injuries to prove it. That Kairagi was been right on top you as soon as you hit the ground. Scaramouche had to do something. Not only was someone close to you in a threatening manner but you could've easily been taken away from him, no matter how strong or capable you were.

And you were so concerned for the fox as you clutched the animal against your chest to protect him that you had flippant regard for your life. He thought it was stupid that you'd recklessly thrown yourself into the line of fire. But somehow charming.

And you looked so beautiful when you were angry.

It always pissed him off him when you tried to talk over him. You always did that when you were nervous and he could tell you were. Oh and, please try to hit him again. It turned him on.

"Look, y/n, I--"

You didn't let him finish. "What kind of girl do you take me for?"

Scaramouche suddenly had enough. Glaring at your subordinates and his, he growled at them to leave. He was sick of this shit, and he would damned if anyone but you heard what he was about to say to you.

"You shut your mouth and listen because I am only going to say this once. I'd better not hear one word come out of your pretty mouth until I am finished," he said, grasping your chin to make you look up at him.

"I am not sorry if it causes you inconvenience while I struggle to deal with my feelings for you," he continued, putting a hand over your mouth when you tried to talk. "Nope, what did I say, y/n?" He loved how you stopped, instantly compliant. You'd always been that way around him. It didn't matter that he held a higher rank than you as a Harbinger.

"I am difficult to deal with, this you know. But then again, so are you sometimes. I..and I hate how I feel when I say this, but I'm..." He trailed off. Cut him a break, this was hard for him. "I'm falling in love with you." That last part was spoken quiet and almost sounded gentle despite how angry he sounded.

Scaramouche took his hand off your mouth. "You may speak now."

Ha! Your expression was priceless. He would remember it forever. He'd thrown you off so badly that you couldn't even speak.

His confession had gone smoother than he anticipated.

And what he didn't know that you already considered yourself his a long time ago. He sure took his time about this. He didn't have to take so long.

#genshin impact #scaramouche #genshin imagines #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n

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johnnyschainsaw · 2 months

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If you’re taking requests, can you draw/write Johnny Slaughter adopting a kitten?

Word count: 691

Warnings: none

genre: fluff

I had so much fun writing this one

The small cat looked quite funny, it had short black fur and a long scratch down its cheek and was seemingly missing an eye. Johnny chuckled a bit, noticing the resemblance. Eventually he gave up and walked away. It was after about 3 minutes of walking that he turned around to notice the cat had been following him. Johnny cried out in frustration, picking the cat back up and placing it outside the property fence again before storming off back to his shack. After getting back into bed, ready to sleep again he heard scratching on his door. He swung the door open furiously and a little fuzzy bolt of black shot into his room. Johnny rubbed his eyes in anger and pointed at the feline intruder. “You can stay here just the night until I can put you in my truck and drive you some while away, but if you wake me up I swear I'm gonna gut you like a fish” he muttered before locking his door and getting back in bed.after a little bit he felt his pillow dimple besides him as the cat curled up against his neck. Johnny's cheeks tightened a bit as his mouth curled upwards, y'know he'd always had a soft spot for cats. the next day Johnny chucked the cat into his truck. he grumbled as he attempted to read the map, driving for almost an hour into town. Johnny hopped out of the cabin slamming the door behind him leaving the cat inside. after about 20 minutes Johnny came back with a shiny red collar with a bone shaped tag in his hands. he let out a grunt as hopped back up into the trucks interior and turned to his unlikely roadtrip buddy. Johnny gently snapped the collar around the small cats neck, "I think Shredder suits you" he mumbled under his voice, turning his truck around to head home.

Incessant meowing ripped through Johnny's ears, the high pitched yowling snapping him out of his somewhat peaceful but definitely needed sleep. He threw his pillow over his head in frustration, praying the sound would stop and the damn thing would get eaten by foxes or something. After a little while Johnny eventually fell back asleep, but it felt as if as soon as he drifted away he was snapped out of it almost instantly. He jumped out of bed with a huff, he slid some shoes on, not bothering to put a shirt on or change out of his pyjama pants and walked outside, the brisk night air hit his skin and made him shiver but he had a job to do. he made his way over to the slaughterhouse where he knew the occasional neighbours barn cat would sometimes sneak in at night to steal forgotten offcuts, just one of the downsides with living in a rural farming area. Johnny pulled open the heavy metal door with both hands with a grunt, the tinny clang echoing around the large building. “I'm gonna find you damn thing” he muttered under his breath as he began to search for the source of his insomnia. Johnny peeked under grates, inside boxes, through cracks in the wall but He couldn't find the little bastard. Johnny was about to give up when he felt a hairy thing against his leg, he let out a yell of shock at the unexpected push on his leg jumping back. He shone his flashlight down on the floor and rolled his eyes. The stupid thing was rubbing into him and purring. He bent down and scooped it up under its arms, holding it out like some sort of smelly garbage. “You ain't staying here” he grumbled walking towards the door. Johnny eventually made it to the gate where he placed the cat down outside and slammed the gate behind it. He stood there waiting for it to leave so he could be sure it wouldn't be keeping him awake, but surprisingly the cat just sat there staring at Johnny. “go on git” he waved the cat away hoping to frighten it away. but, the cat just sat there, purring loudly and staring.

#johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre game #tcm #drabble #short fiction #fluff #he'd definitely give a cat a dog name #working on nubbins headcannons next 💪

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morgan-lowell · 8 days

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This headcanon is dedicated to my fellow foodie Miya Osamu who is always on alert when it comes to his food.

Fellow siblings understand this. If you have food in your house, EVERYONE WANTS IT. Atsumu and him have definitely brawled over the last piece of ANYTHING.

Osamu has tons of hiding spots for his snacks, not just in his room, but everywhere in the house.

Candy in the underwear drawer. Box of crackers put in a cereal box of a boring brand his brother tried and instantly hated. Red bean buns in—his shoes? Nope. In his mom’s boots. It’s spring, she’s not gonna wear them anytime soon. Quadruple wrapped for extra protection. Chips hidden behind the books on the bookshelves—just listen for the crunch. Ramune hidden in the cabinet with a white vinegar label on it. The pint of gelato was a bit harder to hide but he managed to stuff it in a bag of frozen vegetables.

It’s a dog eat dog world in the Miya household. Fox eat fox world?

Don’t even get me started on mealtimes.

I used to know a kid who would hug his plate to his chest with his whole arm around it cuz he was afraid his sisters would steal his food.

That’s Osamu.

Just try and steal something from his plate. Go ahead. See how many fingers you’ll have left.

Now, don’t misunderstand. Osamu likes cooking for people and he will happily share the food on his plate with you.

H o w e v e r ,

The universe must remain in balance. The Law of Equivalent Exchange.

If you want some of his food, you better offer some of yours in return.

Unfortunately, Atsumu is a repeated offender of this law.

#haikyuu!!#miya osamu #miya atsumu #haikyuu headcanons #me? projecting? never #but if you find candy behind my funko pops #mind your business

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petitelepus · 8 months

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THE FOX'S WEDDING, PART 10

KITSUNE!RENGUKO KYOJURO X FEM!READER

Summary: You host a scary movie night with the Kitsune brothers and get a little tipsy.

Warnings: Drinking, Kissing

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

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

Life went on with you and the Kitsune brothers, but now after your special night during the last full moon, Kyojuro noticed that you were stealing a lot of glances at him. At first, he didn't think much of it, thinking that you just really liked him… Which was true, but you liked him more than he could ever imagine.

So a couple of days passed and you, the fox brothers were going to be watching this horror movie called 'A Nightmare On Elm Street' and you and Senjuro were currently shopping for food, treats, and drinks.

You were excited when you found out that the younger brother seemed to enjoy horror-related stuff just as much as you did! Apparently, he had found your horror manga and despite being a little startled, he enjoyed them very much. So much in fact that he wanted to see a classical horror movie and you thought about the movie with Freddy Krueger as the bad guy, but you couldn't find the original one so the remake from 2010 had to do.

"Big sis…?" Senjuro looked at you and you blinked, realizing that you were staring at the chips shelf like you were in a coma. You turned to look at him and smiled, "I'm sorry Senjuro, what did you say?"

"How scary is this movie really?" He asked and you hummed as you you tried to remember, but it had been a while since you last time seen the said movie so you couldn't be sure.

"I can't remember." You replied honestly, "But not that scary that you would get nightmares."

"But…" The young boy blinked, "It's called 'A Nightmare On Elm Street'?"

"We can watch something else if you want-!"

"No!" He swallowed and put on a brave look, "I want to see it."

"Then, in that case…" You grinned as you looked at him, "You better get some movie snacks for yourself."

"How much should I get?" He asked and you smiled at how diligent he was. "Everything."

"You mean…?" His gorgeous eyes widened and you nodded, "You get to eat all candy, chips, and soda you want!"

"Really?" Oh, those eyes of his shined like stars and you were happy to see him so excited, "Yes! Go wild and grab anything you want. If you don't like something you picked then I think your brother will probably eat it without a problem."

"Alright!" Senjuro ran ahead to look for candy that he found interesting and wanted to try and you smiled as you followed him. This movie-night would be fun… But in reality, it was an excuse for you to get Kyojuro and that magical night the two of you had out of your mind.

As you followed Senjuro, you passed the alcohol aisle and you thought that hey, maybe you could have a couple of drinks? You grabbed yourself some hard lemonade and followed after the young fox brother to the candy aisle.

Soon the two of you were done with shopping and after buying everything you needed for dinner and movie night you made your way back home. The house was empty when you returned, but it was already pretty late so you figured that Kyojuro had gone out for a jog. His missing shoes were a clear clue.

So you and Senjuro put your groceries in their rightful places and got the dinner started. Oven vegetables such as carrots, cauliflower, and broccoli with some lemon pepper salmon. This was a simple dish to make and healthy as heck, so you didn't need Senjuro's help. No, you made him sit on the couch and relax for once. He was always helping you with housework, now was his turn to take things easy.

It took a moment for the veggies to cook properly, but you had no hurry since Kyojuro wasn't even home. Then, when the veggies were halfway done, you added salmon into the oven and while you were waiting you set the table… But soon both dishes were ready and there was no sign of your fiance. You had to take the food out of the oven or risk burning it.

"The food smells amazing," Senjuro said as he joined you in the kitchen and you nodded, but you weren't exactly smiling, "Thank you, but your brother isn't here yet…"

It was getting late… This wasn't like Kyojuro being late for dinner or any time when there was food served. You reached for your phone, ready to call him and ask where he was, but just as you did that, the front door opened and your fiance came back.

"I'm home!" He called and you rushed to welcome him back and call him to join you and Senjuro at the dinner table… But you were shocked when you saw that his clothes were torn and dirty and he looked like he was dragged through thornbushes.

"W-what happened!?" You asked, but just as Kyojuro was about to answer, you rushed to his side in panic and looked around him to see if he was hurt or worst.

"Hm! A little girl's cat was stuck in a tree so I stopped to help the little creature down!" The fox explained and you blinked, "What was that cat, a sabertooth tiger!?"

Your fiance just smiled until you sighed in relief, but just as you were about to scold him for doing something so dangerous he smiled as he sniffed the air while he was taking his shoes off. "It smells amazing here!"

"You're lucky, I just took the dinner out of the oven." You shook your head as you pointed at the toilet, "Go change and wash your hands before joining us at the dinner table."

"But my clothes-?"

"They are torn and beyond saving," You nodded, "We need to buy you new clothes, but these lasted for a good while."

"As my bride says!" Kyojuro nodded and rushed upstairs to freshen up, before joining you and his little brother on the dinner table. The three of you ate happily and once you were done with your veggies and fish, you chased the brothers out of the kitchen so you could clean the place before your movie night.

While you cleaned, you listened to Kyojuro tell Senjuro how exactly he saved the cat from the tree and you were reminded just how kind and sweet he was. Just like he was with you a couple of nights ago…

You found yourself reminiscing the night of the full moon when you had pleased yourself on your fiance's thigh and kissed him passionately… And just how kind and patient he was with you and your virgin heart.

Shaking your head, you tried to chase the memories and feelings they brought up away and instead, you went to get the drinks, took out the candy, and poured a generous amount of chips on a bowl before juggling everything into the living room.

"Movie time!" You cheered and Senjuro and Kyojuro immediately grabbed the bowl of chips and drinks from you and placed them safely on the coffee table. Once you placed the candy on the table, you made yourself comfortable on the couch, grabbed the remote, and opened the movie menu, ready to start your scary movie.

"Ready guys?" You asked and the brother nodded excitedly. You put the movie on, but just as it started, you remembered your own drinks. You quickly got up and fetched yourself a hard lemonade and joined the foxes on the couch.

Kyojuro took notice of your drink and got curious. "My Hime, what is that?"

"Ah, a little drink of my own." You nodded and he seemed satisfied with that and the two of you focuses on the movie.

The movie went on just as you remembered, Freddy Krueger haunting and killing teenagers. You weren't sure if it was really as scary as it was gory, but you enjoyed yourself and your drinks throughout the movie.

You took a peek at the brothers here and there and Kyojuro stared at the screen, not one bit scared, but Senjuro looked away during the goriest scenes. You kinda felt a little bad for picking such a gory movie as his first horror movie, but it was a classic, even if it was a remake, that usually had a bad reputation for not being as good as the original.

Once the movie ended, Kyojuro had eaten most of the snacks, Senjuro was a little startled, and you were a little tipsy. You hummed happily, your mind a little clouded thanks to the alcohol and you got up to clean, but your fiance quickly stood up and gently made you sit back down.

"Do not worry, me and Senjuro will clean this up!"

"But I-!"

"Have done enough!" Kyojuro smiled and pecked your forehead, "Rest my beloved!"

You did as he told you to, relaxing, and letting your body rest against the back of the couch. You sighed, letting your body go completely limp as you enjoyed yourself and the little buzz you were having due to alcohol.

A moment passed as you calmly listened to the brothers do what they did in the kitchen. You reached for your phone on the coffee table to check the time and saw it was already a little over 8pm. Huh, time sure passed when you were having a good time.

You hummed thinking about all the things you should do before heading to bed when suddenly Kyojuro popped up and sat across from you. "My Hime, are you feeling alright?"

"Yep, just a little tipsy." You nodded with a grin and your fiance nodded, "Do you need help to get to the bed?"

"I'm not that tipsy!" You laughed a little as you got up and you couldn't help but notice that Kyojuro followed your example, moving right behind you as if you could faint at any given moment and he would be there to catch you.

"Kyojuro, I'm not going to just pass out." You said, but you were also happy because of how thoughtful he was being, "I'm fine, trust me."

"I do trust you!" He nodded with that smile of his, "I just don't trust alcohol!"

"Ah-!" You blinked, remembering that both you and the Rengoku brothers had a bad history of alcoholism in your families. You hadn't even stopped to think how your fiance or his little brother would react to you drinking some.

You frowned as you realized that you might have offended them with your drinking. How could you be this selfish? Kyojuro and Senjuro were always so thoughtful, always thinking of others before themselves.

You turned to look at Kyojuro and cried out, "I- I'm sorry Kyojuro!"

"Hm!?" Your fiance blinked in shock, still smiling but even a tipsy person like you could tell that it was a tight smile.

"I should have asked if it was okay with you guys if I drank anything… I'm so sorry, I was such an idiot, please forgive me-!" You were cut off as you were suddenly embraced. You blinked, shocked, and looked to see Kyojuro hugging you close to his chest.

"Don't apologize when you have no reason to do so," He said gently and you pressed your cheek against his chest, "You're not mad at me…?"

"No, I'm not." He smiled as he petted your head, "It's not like you drank a whole bottle of sake or hurt anyone while under the influence of alcohol."

"I'm still sorry…" You mumbled and you could feel his chest vibrate against your face as he hummed thoughtfully, "And I keep telling you, not to… But I forgive you."

The two of you hugged for a minute, just enjoying each other's embrace… He was so warm and listening to his heart beat in his chest made you realize just how intimate this actually was. It was actually so intimate that you got flustered and had to pull away.

"Okay, so, uh, how about we settle for the night?" You asked and your fiance nodded and just as you got the words out, Senjuro joined you and his brother, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes," You and Kyojuro said in unison and then glanced at each other before smiling.

"I'll head to shower to clean up before bed!" Kyojuro said and you and Senjuro nodded as the two of you headed upstairs and towards your own rooms… But after the stairs and before either one of you made it to your rooms, the younger fox turned to look at you, "Big sis?"

"Yes, Senjuro?" You asked back and he looked a little uncertain, "I… I don't mind it if you drink a little bit if you really want to."

"Oh, Senjuro…!" You smiled a little sadly as you reached forward with your hand and gently ruffled the top of his head, the space between his fox ears, "I'll never drink like that. I promise."

"I trust you," He smiled a little and the two of you wished each other good night as you retreated back to your rooms to get some well-earned sleep. After changing clothes to your pajama shorts and T-shirt, you made yourself comfortable on your bed and peacefully closed your eyes, and prepared yourself for a trip to the dream world…

…Only, you couldn't sleep. One would think that falling asleep while tipsy would be as easy as pie, but you couldn't get even a wink of sleep.

You grumbled as you got up and decided to head downstairs and get some water for your parched mouth. One of the more unpleasant aftermaths of drinking. Once you had gotten your glass of water you felt a lot better. You yawned and headed back upstairs… Only you were so tired you accidentally walked to the first door and stepped into the wrong room.

Kyojuro's room and the said owner of the room was sitting on his bed, reading a book when you suddenly barged into his room. Tipsy and slow as you were, you blinked as you looked around in confusion and slowly you realized you were in the wrong room.

"This isn't my room." You blurted out and Kyojuro nodded as he put his book down on the small table by his bed. "My bride, did you get lost?"

"Yeah, um, sorry, I'll just-!" You were about to leave but the fox behind you called after you, "Come here!"

You stopped on the spot and glanced at your fiance over your shoulder, "What?"

"Come over here!" He raised his blanket and you blinked as your brains tried to make some sense of this situation you were in. Then suddenly, as if you were in a trance, you turned, walked over to his bed and you dove under the blanket…

…Only to find out that Kyojuro slept only in his boxers, but it was too late. It was like he was a venus flytrap and you were the bug lured in by the plant's sweet nectar. As soon as your body touched his bed, he threw his blanket over both of you, wrapped his arms around you, and hugged you tightly against that well sculptured body of his.

You were blushing from embarrassment, feeling his tight muscles press against your imperfect body. You tried to wiggle and get some space between the two of you, but the more you struggled, the harder you were pulled against that body of God's and you soon found yourself being the little spoon.

Suddenly, you didn't feel tipsy anymore. Apparently, nothing sobered you better than complete and utter shock.

"K- Kyojuro…!" You mumbled shyly as you tried not to look straight at him, for you were sure you would faint on the spot if you saw him properly while he was being almost naked.

"Yes, my beloved bride?" He asked as he held you and you felt your ears burning in embarrassment. "I can, uh, I can go sleep in my own room…"

"Too late!" The fox laughed happily, "I have you here in my arms where you belong!"

Ack, how could he say such cute and kinda romantic things like it was nothing!?

"I- if you won't let me go I'll bite you…!" You threatened, but it only made your fiance laugh harder and you pouted, "I swear, I will do it!"

"My bride is the cutest- Ouch!"

You did it, you actually bit his arm that was holding you against his chest, but as soon as he cried out you let go instantly.

"Ah-!" You gasped, immediately feeling bad for what you had done. Without wasting any time, you gently kissed the spot you had bitten, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-!"

"Don't worry my Hime, it didn't hurt!" Kyojuro smiled and he meant it, you had only pinched him with your teeth. No harm was done, but you didn't seem to catch the joke.

"Sorry…" You pouted as you kissed the spot again and the Kitsune tried his hardest not to tease you any further.

"It's alright, my beloved. If you want to sleep on your own, I won't hold you back." He said as he opened his arms and seeing an opening, you jumped out of the bed. You glanced nervously over your shoulder as if expecting him to jump at you, but he did no such thing. He just smiled as he looked at you and you nodded, heading to the door and reaching for the handle…

But you didn't open the door, you didn't even touch the handle. You felt like you were making a mistake. You could feel his gorgeous eyes looking at you, curious about how you hadn't left yet.

"I…" You turned around and blushed, "I changed my mind…"

"Hm?" Kyojuro hummed as he followed your every move as you timidly made your way back to his bed. You could barely look at him in the eyes, and your pretty face was so red when you whispered, "Can I… Can I still sleep with you?"

The fox smiled as he lifted his blanket and this time when you sneaked in, you took a bold step and hugged him. Kyojuro blinked as you hid your face against his pecs, the hair on your forehead tickling his muscles slightly.

"You… You smell so nice…" You muttered in a mixture of shyness and happiness as you nuzzled closer to him.

"Hm!" He nodded, "It's the soap you bought for me!"

"I like this scent…" You hummed and Kyojuro felt so happy that you had picked him a soap with a scent you would love. As the two of you made yourself comfortable he heard you softly murmur something, "…ike…u…"

"Hm?"

"I like you…" You murmured quietly and Kyojuro's fox ears shot upwards in excitement. He wanted to tell you how much he adored you back, but before he could say a word, someone knocked on his door. The fox blinked as he looked at you clinging to his arm in your sleep and then at the door that slowly creaked open.

"Big brother?" It was Senjuro who peeked inside his brother's room. "Are you sleeping…?"

"Senjuro!" Kyojuro whispered as loudly as he dared with you there by his side. "No, I'm awake. What's wrong?"

"That movie…" The shy boy muttered, partly scared and mostly embarrassed for being scared in the first place, "Can I… Can I sleep with you?"

The older Kitsune smiled as he moved you a little bit so he could use his free hand to lift the other side of the blanket as a silent invite and Senjuro quickly closed the door and climbed on the other side of the bed.

Good thing Kyojuro's bed was huge so he could sleep comfortably with all 5 tails of his, and have enough room to have his brother and bride there with him.

"It's not real, right?" Senjuro asked quietly as he swallowed, "The dream demon?"

"No, it's not," Kyojuro smiled, "And as long as you're with me you are always safe. I will not let anyone touch the people I love and care for."

Senjuro smiled, trusting his brother to keep him safe… And then he noticed you, clinging to his brother's other arm. The younger fox's ears twitched as he looked at you and then at his brother.

"Ah, was big sis scared also?" The young fox asked and Kyojuro's smile grew as he glanced at you sleeping so peacefully by his side.

"A little," He admitted, but Senjuro didn't know that you were actually scared of. It would be a secret between you and Kyojuro.

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cabezadeperro · 3 months

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for the spotify wrapped prompt:

— Cody/Fox or Jango/Obi-Wan

— song #42

hiiiii!!!! i went with jango/obi-wan, it's been a while since the last time i wrote them and i miss them.

it got a tiiiny bit out of hand. the song was los chicos tristes, by hermanos gutiérrez. AU, around 1k, T.

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The tide is an unrepentant, careless thief. It takes and takes and takes: Jango’s found old Roman and Viking coins buried in the narrow slash of black sand between the water and the rocks. He’s found cheap sandals, running shoes caught in the shoals, and empty water bottles, doll heads, plastic bags, cigarette butts. He picks it all up, puts it in a trash bag, throws it in the bin once it’s full, but the tide is a thief, and soon enough the narrow stretch of sand and stone and water in front of Jango’s home is once again brimming with its treasures.

He never expected the tide to steal itself a man.

The man drags himself out of the waves and stumbles to his knees. He’s barefoot but still dressed, and his soaked clothes drag him to the ground. He kneels there for long minutes, wet hair in his pale face, and then he stands up again, starts limping his way up the beach and towards the road. He’s seen Jango’s house.

Jango breathes out and leaves the knife on the cutting board. It’s late afternoon, but most of the lights are on: it’s been raining on and off throughout the whole day, and the insides of the small house are dark, full of a velvety kind of shadow.

He grabs his raincoat and an umbrella before opening the door, and then he waits there while the man picks his way across the rocks. There’s blood on his face: it’s stained the neck of his off-white shirt, and it drips while he walks. Jango sighs. He opens his umbrella and meets the man half-way, the wind trying its best to rip the umbrella off his hand.

D’you need a hand?

Jango has to raise his voice to be heard over the crashing of the waves and the whistling of the storm. The man pauses, looks up—his eyes are the same colour as the sea and the thunderous sky: murky grey-blue. His face is a shock of white, pale as bone under the sticky black sand and the blood.

He opens his mouth and says something—Jango doesn’t hear it, the wind ripping it away.

Jango’s clothes are too small on him. The man—Obi-Wan—sits at Jango’s table, his bare ankles obvious and almost shining in the shadows under it, and eats his soup in silence. Jango lets him use his phone, and he will let him spend the night in the coach in the ground floor living room.

He doesn’t know how he feels about having him there. He’s been perfectly polite for a man who almost drowned, but it makes Jango’s perfectly adequate house seem smaller and quieter and older and just—worse.

He appears to be in his early thirties. He’s tall and broad shouldered, and he bites his nails. The knuckles of his right hand are a mess, and his nose looks like it’s been broken more than once, and there are bruises and healing cuts on his face and on his bare arms.

Jango thinks about the distance between his house and the town and then about the shotgun in the box under his bed, the revolver in the kitchen drawer, and then he pours more coffee while Obi-Wan finishes his food.

He’s obviously exhausted, half-dead on his feet, but Obi-Wan finds it in himself to start asking questions once he’s done eating. Jango watches him washing the dishes, his rough hands turning red in the hot soapy water and the sleeves of his borrowed jumper rolled up to his elbows, and tries his best to answer them.

I didn’t know the lighthouse was still in operation.

It isn’t.

Thanks for saving my life.

It’s nothing.

What do you do, then, if you’re not the lighthouse keeper?

I’m retired.

You’re too young to be retired.

I am older than I look.

At this, Obi-Wan laughs out loud, smiling at Jango over his shoulder, and says: I doubt that.

The house is old and small, more of a cabin than an actual house, square and squat. Jango bought it years ago, and he never expected to live in it, not really. He leaves a few blankets and an extra pillow on the old couch in what passes for his living room. It’s still early, but the sun’s going down behind the clouds, and the shadows inside the house are growing deeper and darker. Obi-Wan stands in front of the wide windows and looks at the raging sea through the warped glass panes.

In the morning, Jango will drive him to the town, to the old docks. A friend of his will be there to pick him up with his boat.

Jango thinks about the tide, and about what it gives and what it takes from you, and then Obi-Wan’s turning to look at Jango over his shoulder, face in shadow.

It’s been a long, long time since Jango had anyone else in the house. Ghosts don’t count.

Obi-Wan doesn’t look like the kind of man unused to finding himself lost at sea. He’s not scared: he regards Jango and Jango’s house with the confidence of a man who’s survived the winter tides more than once.

He accepts the cup of coffee Jango offers to him, bruised hands wrapping around the chipped porcelain with relish, and he smiles.

He calls Jango kind.

(Jango hasn’t been kind in a very long time.)

He’s too big for Jango’s small house. That night, he hits his head against the sloping ceiling of Jango’s bedroom in the dark, and Jango finds himself laughing, tucking his laughter in the curve of Obi-Wan’s jaw.

The car drive to town is quick and easy. They listen to the radio—local news, 80s pop music. Obi-Wan knows most of the songs, mouths along with the words, his gaze fixed in the sea through the window. It’s noon, and the sun’s shining, high and white in the pure blue sky: it’s bitterly cold.

Obi-Wan kisses him once and then he gets on his friend’s boat, leaves with the winter tide, and Jango thinks about treasures hidden in the sand, about coins and broken bottles and the detritus of other people’s lives, and then he gets in his car and drives back home.

#jangobi #kenfetti #jango fett #obi wan kenobi #maría writes #ao3 wrapped writing meme

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foolishpensandidioticink · 1 year

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Kanej Headcanons

Inej

When Kaz is overworking himself, she steals something small from him to distract him. A pen, some paperwork, even his shoes once, when he tried to leave his room without sleeping for the fourth day in a row.

On nights when sleep is hard for both of them to find, Inej will tell Kaz Suli folktales and sing him lullabies in Suli. It gets to a point where Kaz can't get to sleep without either hearing her voice or humming to himself.

"Having trouble sleeping?" "I'm fine." "You sure?" "Yes." "Okay..." "Inej, how did that one about the fox go"

She has tried to teach Kaz Suli before, but his accent is so atrocious that he sounds like he's speaking Fjerdan. He tries his best, but sometimes, just sometimes, he messes up on purpose to make her laugh.

Calls Kaz the most sugary, repulsive nicknames she can think of.

Inej buys Kaz lots of silly accessories for his hats. Giant feathers, sparkly ribbons. Once she got him a bright pink pin that read 'PRINCESS' and he didn't talk to her for 3 hours. (He did, however, wear the pin.)

"Kaz, I thought you'd like being a princess ;-;" "You have WOUNDED me, Inej, and for that I will never forgive you" "Kaz. Darling, shcnookums, sweeting, sugar bear-" "ALRIGHT FINE YOU'RE FORGIVEN"

I firmly believe that Inej is the menace in this dynamic. Kaz is a scheming, cartoon villain but Inej is definitely the mischievous one.

Kaz

When he and Inej first get together, Kaz starts to work on his touch aversion. He starts small, a hand on Jesper's shoulder after a crime well committed, accepting one of Wylan's high-fives. It's difficult, painful sometimes, but it's for Inej, and Inej is worth everything.

To Kaz, the most attractive thing about Inej is her hair. He finds her breathtaking in her entirety, but her hair holds a special fascination for him. He definitely reads up extensively on hair care and goes out of his way to buy her products suited specifically to her hair type.

Acts all judgy of inej's hair-care choices because he's sulky she doesn't take his advice, but simultaneously refuses to tell her he's been researching and isn't just pulling shit out his ass.

"surely you aren't serious." "what?"

Kaz refuses to properly ask Inej on a date. He'll ask her to accompany him on a job and then walk out to the pier, and then buy himself something to eat and accidentally happens to buy enough for Inej as well, and then his leg happens to hurt enough that he has to sit down for an hour, at the perfect vantage watch the sun go down. And if Inej is obligated to join him as part of the job, he can't help that ;)

Kaz shows unapologetic, brazen favor for Inej in the gang. Jesper is outraged at first

"why does Inej get all the good jobs??" "because she's the only competent person in this entire facility, idiot" "i don't buy it. it's cause you likeee her isnn't it?" "Jesper" "ooooh, kaz likes inej, kaz likes inej" "Jesper"

if this is late af no it isn't <3

(also i feel like this is kinda shit but i tried)

#idiotic ink #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #fanfiction #soc #ck #headcannons #jesper fahey #poll results

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battlekilt · 2 years

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why is writing clones as kids so soothing?

(This is cadet ages, btw.)

Boba is an absolute brat, but also ultimately sweet. He'll be verbally mean one moment, and the first to screech in fear if it looks like one of the alpha brothers has done something to get hurt. He hides toys in their spaces to accuse them of stealing, but does it so that he has an excuse to be around them. When Jango is off-world, he really misses his dad. But, it is also the perfect time for Boba to make the rounds and hide his hidden toys in new spots.

Neyo is a monstrous little droid killer. But is the only one of any of them to point out where the messes are to the janitorial droids, so they don't have to overwork themselves, and thanks them on their way out. Though eerily quiet, Neyo is kind of nosey and has to be informed about everyone's business. He does tend to stare... a lot.

Cody is... Cody. Stubbornness and rule enforcement on two legs. Also, don't make small brothers cry. He really... really doesn't like it when someone does that. No, really... he really doesn't like it. Since they aren't supposed to hit or hurt each other, Cody makes an exception for this reason. But that's okay. He's a supervisory cadet.

Fox might be small, but he makes up for it with energy and tenacity. Never outgrew his 'twinkle toes' phase like the others did, and still walks on the balls of his feet if out of shoes. Bites for any and every reason, sometimes for no reason at all—he'll claim his gums were itching. Any food is fair game, no matter whose plate it was on or hands it was in; Wolffe is the hardest challenge because it is the only time Wolffe shows aggression. Always has something to say. No, really, he always has something to say, and doesn't know how to handle not being heard. He calls out liars, but will also cover for a brother who might have bent a rule so much some would say he broke it. He'll steal a sweet treat from an undeserving brother and bring it to a sad brother. He knows all the rules... mostly to be able to break them properly, then argue his way out of it. This is one of the main reasons he and Cody don't get along.

Rex doesn't say much, but when he does... he manages to retell the most mundane stories that get the whole mess table roaring with laughter. Refuses to play lookout because he wants a front-row-seat to when his brothers manage to burn their own bridges. If everyone is being exponentially stupid, he has a smart alack retort to highlight their stupidity, though... only after they've already doomed themselves. Brothers bring their own karma, he's just here to provide commentary. Because he has plenty of brothers set out to do stupid things, he is never bored.

Wolffe says 'sorry' when he isn't at fault. He tells the most imaginative stories, or at least... by 'Clone raised on Kamino' standards they are imaginative, and always has a compliment. Also, he's always hungry. A little food aggressive. He'll agree to be lookout because no one else will, and feels special because he got asked. Makes a good one, that is, until his attention span wanders off… sometimes he wanders away, too. Although he is exceedingly shy, he doesn't take well to being alone for very long nor does he like to see someone else alone... which is why he annoys Neyo so much, but he suits quiet little Rex. If he is left alone for too long, he gets a tad destructive and the only explanation he has is, "I thought no one was coming back." Really has no concept of his size or strength.

Bly... well, want a hug? Go find Bly. His stubbornness is the only one to rival Cody's, but he isn't such a stickler for the rules. He just wants everyone to have fun, especially himself.

Bacara sometimes draws illustrations from Wolffe's stories. Also, he helps save droids from Neyo's... curiosity. Really... really likes plants.

#star wars tcw #star wars the clone wars #commander wolffe #commander cody #commander fox #commander neyo #captain rex #boba fett #commander bly #baby clones #// sings to the tune of baby shark #// I do appreciate every reblog #bucket's clonely thoughts #kilt's writing #bucket's writing

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meetmyothersouls · 2 years

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SMUTT contentt please😭

Thought of this today at the store, hope you like it!

Whoopsies

Timothee x first person reader

Warnings: hiding in store until it closes, robbing a store, violence, blood, smutty smut,not proof read

I'm broke, like pathetically so.

I can't afford my rent, I can't afford groceries. Fuck, I can't even pay for this candy bar I'm tearing into right now.

So, I rob stores, take their money and pay for the things I need.

Tonight's mission: rob this place blind and pay my landlord.

Beats sucking his dick. God, I'm tired of that.

I walk the floors of a Kohl's I used to shop with my mom at when I was a kid. But today, instead of looking for school clothes and a new pair of shoes, I'm looking for a place to hide. A place to lay low until the store closes. Then my real work can begin.

I'm pretty much a master at this now. I walk their salesfloor and pretend to shop. I pick up a dress and pull the hanger over my head, seeing how it would fit me. I look at the rings and necklaces, the throw pillows and blankets. Sometimes I see something I want and make a mental note to steal it after I take all the cash from the registers. These retail workers see so many faces in a day, they can't keep track of whether I'm a new customer or if I'm the same one over and over again. Or maybe they do and they don't give a fuck. Who knows. But today, as I'm walking the floor I'm not worrying about employees watching me, but the random curly haired guy I keep bumping into. He's watching me and it's weird. I start pretending to shop again, thinking he's one of those undercover security people.

I head to the kids toys. It's almost Christmas time, so there's way more toys than usual and each one is more annoying and loud than the last. I stop when I see a giant stuffed fox, and when I say giant I mean fucking colossal. I run my fingers down the seam of its massive back. I could hide in this I think to myself. I circle it, like a predator sizing up its prey, but decide it's too much of a feat to not only cut this fucker open but hide in it for the remainder of the evening. I don't want to get kicked out before I can accomplish my mission. I give the fox one last pet and move on, only to lock eyes with Mr. Curly Hair again. He gives me a single nod, as if to say hi, but I don't trust him. I usually don't hide this early in the evening, I get too antsy, but he's fucking up my plans. I head to the bathroom, fuming.

I'm half asleep, my head against a stall wall as I sit on a toilet with my feet on the seat when I hear the closing announcements on the loud speaker.

Fifteen minutes until closing and it's about time. My body hurts from being cramped in the same position for so long and it smells like shit and piss in here. Sometimes, employees will come into the bathroom right before closing to make sure there's no one inside, but all they do is poke their head in or look to make sure they don't see anyone's feet hanging off of a toilet. I smile mischievously as the lights go out. They didn't even do that. I wait another thirty minutes, I know it seems like a lot, but I've almost been caught a few times coming out of my hiding spot too early. So, better safe than sorry, even though my body screams in protest.

There's a dead type of silence that permeates the air when a store is completely empty. It's almost sort of haunting, but I know it's safe when the silence is loud enough to hear. I hop off of the toilet and stretch my body groaning when the bones in my knees and hips pop.

Time to get to work.

Confidently, I strut out of the bathroom. This is my store now. Maybe after I take all their money I'll treat myself to dinner. I could really use a greasy burger and a mountain of fries. I'm practically salivating thinking about it when I run into something hard directly in front of the women's bathroom. It's a person and my mind is running a million miles a minute. I've had a speech prepared if something like this were to ever happen since I started this. How I passed out in the bathroom or got locked in a fitting room but none of the excuses are coming to me. My heart pounds as I take a step back. The figure is relaxed, leaning a shoulder against one beam of the entry way. He's smiling and his dark curly hair springs out annoyingly in several directions.

"What are you gonna do, arrest me?" I say, annoyed as I shove past him.

He follows me as I head to the registers and as I'm walking he pulls my hand hard. He shoves me against a wall next to the women's underwear. A bright pink sign with a woman wearing a thong and smiling radiantly mocks me as this man practically chokes me against the wall. Panties are 5 for $20.

The man blows a minty scented breath into my face, drawing my attention back to him.

"No," he says in a tone like he wants me to guess again but he keeps talking instead . "We're brought here by a common goal, you and I. Only you won't be successful in yours."

"Why's that?" I snap.

"Because I'm going to kill you. That money is mine."

Well, this is a first. I should be scared and I'm annoyed that I'm not. An intense, liquid heat seeps from my core and I can't push the thought of this dude fucking my brains out out of my head. This dude is hot and the minty fresh breath is a nice touch. He's chewing gum, and the muscle in his jaw tightens and relaxes repetitively. I've been silent for too long and the dude is just staring at me. I know better than to ask him his name, he won't give it to me I already know. So, I think of the next best thing.

"Why kill me? I can help you."

"I don't need any help," he scoffs. "You're getting in my way, have been all day. So now, I have to kill you."

"Again, I don't see how that's a logical next step."

He loosens his grip on my throat and I almost moan in protest. I liked his hand there. "I know you're here for the money," he says, still pinning me to the wall. He presses a knee between my thighs and my body instinctively lowers down onto it. "And you're telling me if I just let you go, empty handed you won't tell anyone I robbed this shitty ass store?"

I shrug, my mission becoming a little blurry now that Mr. Sexy has entered the picture. "Like I said-"

"No," he cut me off. "I let you go and risk you running your mouth."

A small smirk makes its way on my face as an idea dances around in my mind. "Then how about this," I say as I lean up and bring my lips dangerously close to his. He backs up, but not much. My mouth touches his ever so slightly, and I distract him by palming his crotch. Someone is also a horny son of a bitch. His cock is hard in his jeans, practically begging to be sucked. "First one to the register keeps the money. Then, we'll talk about what happens next." I top it off by taking his bottom lip between my teeth, pulling his mouth onto mine. I kiss him hard and slide my tongue deep into his mouth. His tongue immediately responds and wrestles with mine intensely. I pull the gum he was chewing into my mouth and pull away from him. He's dazed and breathless as I push his knee down. I chew on his gum loudly. "What do you say, hmm?"

Before he has a chance to respond, I pull rack of bras down to the floor, immediately giving myself a head start. I know it's not fair, but I have to pay my rent.

"Bitch!" He yells, and I can't help but cackle loudly. I'm getting my money.

My laugh is caught in my throat as he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me down backwards to face him. My body doesn't bend that way so a pathetic whine escapes my mouth.

"You think you're slick, huh?" He kisses me upside down and shoves a hand down my shirt, giving one of my tits a tight squeeze. His tongue wraps around mine again and I suck on it as he pulls it out of my mouth "Fuck you got nice tits too." It's my turn to be dazed and as he lets go of my hair, my body falls to the ground. He steps over me and sprints to the front of the store. "I've got tricks too, bitch," he yells back to me.

I pull myself off of the floor, dizzy as the excess blood drains from my head and back into the rest of my body.

"You're an asshole you know that?" I call out as I catch up to him. Quickly, I pull an arm off of a mannequin in the junior's department and slide it in font of his legs. He trips and hits the ground with an ugly thud and a grunt. "Whoopsies," I say sweetly, and blow him a kiss. I see the registers and pick up speed. My money is there waiting for me, and all I gotta do is get there and it's mine. I'm about to touch the counter and yell out my victory, when a hand wraps around my ankle and pulls me down. My forehead slams against the counter and my vision blurs for a minute.

"Fuck that hurt," I whine. I rub my head, there's already a knot forming. A groan escapes me as Sex on Legs himself drags his body over mine and climbs across the counter. I peel myself off of the ground and he's got his stupid sexy hand on a register and a triumphant smile on his face.

"You put up a good fight, you crazy bitch. But I won."

"Congrats, asshole."

I limp away from the counter, defeated and in a tremendous amount of pain. My head pounds and I can't tell if it's sweat or blood that's now dripping into my eyes.

"Hey!" Sex calls out.

I turn, the action itself causing me to almost fall over. He places a hand on the counter and hops over it. I hate him.

"You said we'd talk about what happens to the loser after."

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, you're the loser and I want to talk about it."

"Look you smacked my head against the fucking counter and I'm still seeing stars and I don't get any money. Isn't that punishment enough?"

"No, I'm not done with you."

I roll my eyes. This whole night is fucked and tomorrow I'm going to be homeless.

"I thought you said you didn't need any help," I mock his stupid sexy voice at the end of my sentence.

"Two people are required for what we're about to do."

Before I voice my decision, which is an obvious yes, he grabs me under my ass, and I immediately hook my legs around his waist. My head throbs but so does my pussy and I decide that one's need is more important. He slams his mouth into mine, careful not to bump his forehead on the knot growing on mine. His tongue still tastes like mint and his hair smells like a mixture of sweat and dollar store shampoo. I'm shocked when he lays me down on something soft. I spread my arms out and my legs follow as I discover it's one of the stores display beds.

"I saw you eying that giant fox earlier tonight," he says into my neck as he fumbles with his belt. I don't say anything because I have no idea where this is going or how it pertains to him sticking his cock in me. "Either you were thinking of something dirty, or you were thinking of hiding in it. Hard to tell with the way you were touching it. I personally hope it was the latter."

"If you're asking me if I was about to fuck a stuffed animal, the answer is no.”

He shrugs as he pulls my pants and panties off in one swift tug. His cock is out and it’s already beading with precum. My mouth waters. “You never know,” he says. “I’ve met some weird people.”

And instant pant of jealousy that I have no right to have hits me. “You do this a lot then?”

“Robbing stores? All the time.” He adds his shirt to the pile of clothes forming on the floor.

“No I mean this, the sex part.” I sit up and grab his dick and pump it a few times just to watch him jump the tiniest amount.

“No this part’s new.”

I’m glad for some reason.

“I’m sorry about your head,” he says reaching to take my shirt off. It’s weird that this has taken on a caring, more tender vibe than our battle to the registers not more than ten minutes ago. He unclips my bra and my breasts spring free. “Fuck you really do have nice tits.” He moves his naked body over mine and leans down to capture a nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard as he massages the other one, pinching and pulling in just the right ways. My legs splay open and the head of his cock sits at my entrance. I know I’m practically leaking fluids all over this display bed, but I don’t even care, I’m so wet for this man, I’m practically shaking. He could have slammed my head into the counter fifty times and I’d still want to him to fuck me. He moves from my nipple to my neck, sucking on my skin, leaving a trail of small splotchy bruises that I kind of hope stick around for awhile. I move my head to the side giving him access to the full expanse of my neck. Without any warning he slams into me hard. I feel him in my stomach and practically scream at the feeling.

“Be as loud as you want, no one can hear.”

He slides out almost completely before ramming his hips back into mine. I let out a guttural groan and lift my bottom to meet him as he continues thrusting.

“C-cameras?” I manage to get out as his cock impales me.

“Taken care of. I’m a professional here.”

He keeps a steady pace, fucking me hard. One of his hands is gripping my hip so hard I know four of his fingers are going to leave little bruises on my ass cheek. The other hand trails up my stomach and onto my neck. He holds it with a gentle caress at first, then slowly increases pressure.

“I could tell how much you liked my hand around your neck earlier, my dirty girl. You like when I choke you and fuck you at the same time, huh?” He grips my neck tight, my airway almost completely closes up, leaving the tiniest hole for me to breath through. He adds a second hand, but doesn’t increase the pressure of his hold.

He lets go of my throat when my eyes roll back into my head and I’m able to take a full, glorious breath. He’s put one of his hands on the fake headboard gripping it as he fucks me and the other is now stationed at my clit rubbing it in deliciously agonizing circles. My back arches and I feel myself nearing my orgasm. He knowingly speeds up his thrusts, now chasing his orgasm as well. With my back arched his cock hits me in the perfect spot to send me over the edge. I moan and whine and say words that make no sense together, but I don’t care. This is the best sex I’ve ever had. I don’t even care that I’m leaving with no money.

I come hard, my pussy clenching his cock making it difficult for him to thrust with his full force. He collapses on top of me and paints my insides a hot, sticky white.

When I wake up he’s gone and I can tell by the position the sun is in, that there is about 2 hours until the store opens. Luckily, no one is here yet. Douche bag didn’t even wake me up. I sit up on the tiny bed and realize my clothes are gone and replaced with a new set. On top is a note and a stack of money. I grab the entire pile and head to the fitting room. I dress in the new clothes and pocket the money before jogging back to the women’s restroom. It’s the safest place to hide and the easiest place to walk out of about an hour after the store opens. I read his letter as I position myself back on the toilet seat.

Dear You,

I’m not sure what you needed the money for, but for the first time, it felt wrong taking it all for myself. So, here’s your share.

I took your clothes and replaced them with new ones. Pro tip, it’s smart to leave with different clothes than you came in with.

And, okay, I might’ve kept your panties. Don’t judge me.

I hope I see you again, and from the looks of our needs I think we will. I know I said I work alone, but I think we might make a good duo.

Until the next robbery,

Me.

I can’t help but smile.

I wait until 9:05 to hop down from the toilet seat. I stretch again and make my way out. Bruises cover my neck and my the knot on my head is a gross dark blue and purple. I touch it and hiss in pain, I may need a doctor and a few thousand pain killers.

I head to the front of the store and it’s clear that the morning crew picked up our mess from last night. I hear a few workers talk about an apparent break in, but no footage or any traces were found. There’s a few police officers talking to what appears to be the store manager. They nod to me as I walk to the front doors and before I get the chance to exit, a body pushes past me, hitting me in the shoulder. He turns around and gives me a flirty smirk. He’s wearing different clothes and hood covers his stupid curly hair.

“Whoopsies,” he says and blows a kiss.

What a dick.

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Hold court among the sweetbriars

Gen / mild Feywild spoilers / 6.7k / Syldor/Elaina prologue that's mildly shitty but not completely

Once upon a time fox-woman-dreaming, or the fox-wife, left her ungrateful husband when he bemoaned the musk about her paws. What they never tell you is of what happened after: to her foxcub twins, and the cursed castle they found deep in the briarwoods.

For @percahliaweek day 5: Fairytale / Class

Chapter 1/2: To tame a fox

There was once a great and splendid manor within the deepwoods. Wealthy in every way, including in magic. In it lived a lonely man of great pride, who left it empty each day to tend to business in town. Each evening he returned to find it just as empty without him. He had lived long as such - it suited him fine.

One day upon his return, he found his home tended to in his absence. Floors swept, carpets beaten, spiders evicted of their corners, and even a fire spat merrily in the hearth.

Weary of the tricks of fey - for he was one of their number - the proud man left a small gift upon the doorstep and went to bed.

The man was proud, not simple. Thus it was that on the second day he marched back home at noon, not nightfall, to catch what trickery was afoot.

As he glanced upon his door his eye caught upon bright red fur. A fox! A fox had come a-slinking, to steal from his pantry! In a rage the man stormed in, throwing open the door to glimpse only a tail as the fox slipped away.

Now the shutters had shed their dust, too, and his clothes had been mended with hairfine thread. Not a loaf of bread out of place neither.

Upon the third day the man did not leave for his work. Instead he followed foxtracks and gamepaths round his land, unable to find where the creature nested.

Returning to his manor in defeat, the man found no fox pilfering his icebox. Instead, to great surprise, he found the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She tended to a rich meal upon the stove, and on a peg hung a foxskin.

"I am to be your wife," she said plainly. "I wish to be the woman of this house and mind it and mend it as my own."

Overcome, and pleased the woman was already so studious in her duties as to snare and skin the vermin, the man took her indeed as his wife. And, for a time, they were happy.

She tailored his clothes and polished his shoes and dusted the cabinets, and fetched water from the brook and weeded the garden, and kissed him sweetly and laughed of his days and took him to bed each night. What a lucky man he was!

But in time the proud man found a musk about his home. In his meals, his laundered clothes, his wedding bed. Something he could ignore, as he once ignored much. However, grown accustomed to his tidy home, he complained of this to his wife, and so bid her to rid their home of this odor.

Oh, beloved, how fanged was her frown!

"The musk is mine, o husband dear," she said, "and if after minding our home so well this is my thanks? Then I am gone."

Without another word she bounded to the door, finding the foxpelt on its peg. Her fur draped over her, for it was her fur, whiskers to tail, and the vixen vanished without a backwards glance.

I am sad to say the story does not end here. This man, lest we forget, was proud, and lonely, and thought himself no fool (though perhaps he was one).

With a handful of magic and a burlap sack, he sought out her den, and returned home with foxkits two, scruffed and wailing.

And so the manor was no longer empty, but it was just as lonely a place as before.

There was once a great and splendid castle within the deepwoods.

A different palace to the tale before: white as snow and old in its history, richer still in all things. Yet it sat just as empty and just as lonely. Briars ribbed its outer walls and within soot stained the upholstery. Haunting its halls was a young man, white as the stone and ghosts both. His name was long and tedious and grating, and so we shall call him Percival.

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