#i got lazy and just made this but turns out it took 8 hours to make soooo
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BTS OT7 + Other Masterlists I love
!Credits to all owners!
Date: October 26th, 2022
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OT7 + Masterlists, and Poly!aus :
Study Sleepovers - BTS x reader (college!au, Smut)
Summary: Sleeping should make you feel refreshed and energized, so why do you feel sore and tired after you wake up instead?
Pairings: BTS ot7 x Reader
Tags: naive Yn, college students, dub-con somnophilia, yandere ot7, manipulation, smut, drugging, vaginal drug administration, noncon touching. (tags will be updated as i post more parts)
Warning: not for the soft-hearted, if this isn't your thing pls don't read it. This will be a yandere drabble series, but it doesn't reflect the BTS members in real life. Nor do I condone the actions that are done in this fictional series. It's just a story, that is all.
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Halloween Nights Masterlist ~All Members~
Just a bunch of small fics about the guys for spoopy halloween that's very close. This. IS. HOT.
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Between Us - Jungkook x F. Reader x Jimin + Namjoon x Yoongi (Smut, Poly!au, Slight Angst)
Summary: Just poly ish with BTS.
↬ genre: poly!au, smut [18+], slight angst
↬ summary: Jungkook gets caught being naughty at practice, which leads to Jimin joining in on the fun.
↬ wc: 9.8k
↬ warnings: cursing, pet names, sexting, bi bts members, oral sex, (f. giving and receiving), open relationship in established poly triad, fingering (f. receiving vaginal and anal), voyeurism, nipple play (m. and f.), spanking, dirty talk, marking/scratching/biting, edging (slight), mxm handjob, nooona kink, baby boy kink, switch!Jungkook, switch!reader, unprotected sex (vaginal and f. anal), double penetration, creampie, cum eating (male), angst
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MASTERLIST - thirstybtsthoughts
All content is 18+ unless it says otherwise!
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Addicted to Your Touch - PJM x KTH x reader (Smut, poly!au)
♡ pairing: Jimin x Taehyung x Reader
♡ genre: Poly!au (closed triad), boyfriend!au, fluff, smut [18+]
♡ summary: Y/n asks for a special Valentine’s Day. Her boyfriends, Jimin and Taehyung make sure to deliver.
♡ wc: 13k
♡ warnings: Straight up filth! MxM, unprotected sex, impregnation kink, spanking, fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, spitting, scratching, slight over-stimulation, oral (f&m receiving and giving), cream pie, snowballing mxm, marking, slight possessiveness, cum swallowing, dom! Jimin, switch! Tae,
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A Night Out - KNJ x PJM x JJK (Namjoon x reader, Jungkook x reader, and Jimin x reader)
↬ genre: smut [18+], poly!au
↬ summary: The boys are celebrating being back home in a nightclub. Namjoon is excited to see his best friend/baby girl Y/N, only for Jimin and Jungkook to get their hands on her first.
↬ warnings: Pure filth! Choking, ice play, spanking, daddy kink, brat, voyeurism, cum swallowing, fingering, oral sex (giving and receiving), cursing, degradation, humiliation, multiple partners, alcohol use/mentions, cream pie, bondage, fingering, public sex
↬ wc: 8.8k
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Baby Talk - JJK x PJM x Reader (Pregnancy!au, Surrogacy!au)
Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)
Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)
Summary: Y/N needed some money. Two extremely handsome men offer something of a lifetime. One thing though....
They're gay?
(a/n): I looked for forever to try and find the masterlist to this so I just gave up and put one of the chapter links instead. Enjoy! I love this story!
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—Movie Night (M) kth & pjm
⟢ pairing: taehyung x reader x jimin
⟢ word count: 1k
⟢ genre + warnings: bff’s to lovers, mmf-threesome, nsfw 18+, explicit smut actions in the form of kissing, teasing, fondling, unprotected just the tip, cockTIP-warming
⟢ summary: Your best friends have never reacted to your purposeful wardrobe choices for weekly movie night, due to Jimin’s fear of ruining the friend group, until Taehyung takes matters into his own hands.
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titillating touches | mlist - ALL MEMBERS
come visit Blissful Hands for a place to relax and for you to let go of all your stress under the care of our top-tier masseurs who don’t hesitate to attend to every need of their clients with complimentary treatments! with an extended range of carefully developed techniques that are sure to satisfy all, whether you’re looking for a familiar treatment or venturing into something new, Blissful Hands opens its doors to take the best care of you!
(a/n): I actually was waiting so long for this!!! I'm so excited to read all of them, and you should too!
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THESIS IT [ix.Cortisol] - BTS x Reader
Pairing: BTS x reader; Jimin x reader
🍋 Genre: romcom, unveristy!au, medical!au, music!au, roommates!au, cafe!au, smut
⇢ Word Count: 7.2K
⌦ Warnings: NSFW, 18+, dirty talk, blind dating, sexual tension, mild smut, random dates might wreck you!
Chapters: | i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | viii
[F.U.C.K.] CORTISOL is called the ‘stress hormone’. It’s responsible for body response to stress or danger, controlling blood pressure and reducing inflammation.
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therapy, m | jjk, myg
pairing(s): jungkook x reader, yoongi x reader
summary: Jeon Jungkook has an appointment with the Sex Doctor. *record scratch, freeze frame* Yup, that's him. You're probably wondering how he got into this situation. It has to do with Instagram, sad songs, and the existence of one rotten peach.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; discussions about love; more about feels / life than it is about the porn tbh; angst(?); smut (fem reader, voyeurism, v intense making out, m-receiving oral ft. tongue technology, face fucking, scratching); non-idol!AU - sadboi!Jungkook x Sex Doctor!reader x music producer, Sex Doctor!Yoongi, ft. JK's friend, Kim Taehyung; Jungkook’s > reader's > Yoongi's POV and each shift is another layer to the story
it's what you think it is, but also not yes, partially inspired by JK's actual Instagram stories
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summer in the soop - BTS x reader
synopsis. two siblings, two groups, one house. boys versus girls, simple as that. they can either enjoy the unsupervised mansion in the middle of the woods or start a war. summer, here they come!
🌳 the chapters will be archived » here
pairing. jungkook, taehyung, jimin, namjoon x oc's
genre. summer au + fluff + slice of life + angst + smut
word count. 3040
warnings. swearing and lots of teen fights :)
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Four’s a crowd || j.jk/k.th/p.jm
Pairing: MAKNAE LINE X READER
Summary: As a birthday present your boyfriends Jimin and Taehyung take you for a special stripping show, little do they know how attracted you’ll be to the officer and the acts you’ll be performing to win this new man’s heart and cock.
Genre: smut
Length: 1.5k
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good girl ⤑ ksj ft. myj ∙ pjm | m.
⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 accidentally walking in on your boyfriend’s flatmate, min yoonji, and her boyfriend park jimin, was probably the best thing you’d ever done. 〞pwp au.
❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: seokjin x reader x yoonji x jimin
❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut • some fluff
❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 23k : )
⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: hard dom!seokjin, hard dom!yoonji, sub!jimin, sub!reader, big cock!seokjin, thick cock!jimin, possessiveness, foursomes, lots of bdsm themes, lesbian sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mistress kink, sir kink, pegging, masturbation: female, praise, pussy eating, teasing - so much fucking teasing, edging, wet & messy sex, sex toys, masturbation, pussy slapping, bondage, blindfolding, gagging, dirty talk, degradation, praise, did i mention teEASING? and edGING?, nipple play, temperature/ice play, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, orgasm control, orgasm denial, overstimulation, pussy slapping, handjobs, hair pulling, cock sucking, throat fucking, deepthroating, cum eating, cum swapping, cum smearing like rubbing cum into a body, spitting, slight choking, cum swallowing, also spit swallowing, lots of neediness, listen there’s so much edging and orgasm denial in this im surprised i haven’t gone mad, cum shots, cumplay, masturbation: male, rough breast/nipple play, biting, marking, scratching, joint pussy eating, grinding, unprotected sex, rough sex, doggy style, riding, reverse cowgirl, two doms fuck each other n fight to have the upper hand, ass eating, anal fingering, anal sex, reader gets strapped, double penetration, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal creampie eating, forced orgasms, creampie, aftercare ᵘʷᵘ ˘ ³˘
(a/n): Y-you have been warned....
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bitten & knotted | jhs + knj
⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: as different as night and day, your two lovers have many differences, after all, one is a vampire and the other is a werewolf. they have their similarities too, namely their supernaturally long life. something you don’t share. something they’re going to rectify tonight. supernatural au.
⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: vampire!namjoon x princess!reader x werewolf!hoseok
⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff • smut • pwp (with more plot than was intended)
⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 10k
⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dom!namjoon, dom!hoseok, sub!reader, joon and hobi both have big cocks xxx, this is somehow tender and hard at the same time, threesome: mfm, dirty talk, slight body worship, light spanking, nipple play, pussy eating, fingering, face riding, cock sucking, deep throating, gagging/choking (on cock), cum eating, degradation, praise, unprotected, sloppy seconds, rough sex, manhandling, hoseok goes feral, slight mentions of blood, cum play, spitting, knotting, breeding, creampie eating, slight mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple creampies, biting/marking
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bon appetit | m.list - ALL MEMBERS x Reader
Hunger is the yardstick with which we measure our ardor, and the meal is unity, a coming together so sacred and gratifying we as people have learned to make a feast out of our lovers. Culture to culture, heart to heart, our appetites have grown carnal. Fruit has become feminine, silky sweet, a sheen on the skin that lasts for days, binding the fingers together until we lick them clean; chocolate against wine wet lips a heady chemistry, one that always makes the blood take to yearning.
Our lovers are candy. Our lovers are drunk whole with our open mouths. Our lovers are the first bite of relief against our skin, a celebration of knowing how it feels to be wanted. Our hearts have craved the meaning that comes from a feast that grows beyond desire. Our bodies have been starving and we have always been hungry. So why not indulge with us, just a little? If we showed you, five times over, how it feels to eat your way into perdition for the sake of love could you learn to devour us, too? Well, then.
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Lucidity - ALL MEMBERS x Reader
☼ Pairing: BTS x reader (this chap is Taehyung x reader ft. Yoongi!)
☼ Genre: vampire!BTS, succubus!reader, smut, fluff, angst
☼ Count: 4.9K
☼ Warnings: 18+, mentions of blood, descriptions of injuries, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, grinding, some nipple play, big dick Tae (duh), guided sex, dom/sub undertones, voyuerism, exhibitionism, implied male masturbation, slight choking, lots of kissing, dirty talk, creampie
☼ Summary: You’ve spent years jumping from country to country, starting countless new lives. Crafting new lives is as easy as breathing for you, lies flowing easily and people are charmed with a simple bat of your eyes. When you meet a witch who offers the idea of opening a supernatural club, using your powers combined with hers to ensure safety to those who enter, you decide to join her in an adventure that is entirely new to you. But your new life in Seoul is drastically changed when you’re forced to face something you’ve spent centuries hiding from. But just because you might be running for your life again doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun along the way, right?
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All Wound Up (Tighter) | KTH, JJK
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung
Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plots, strangers to lovers, Rock Star!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: swearing, kissing, dirty talk, fingering, masturbation (m), voyeurism, oral (m & f receiving), vaginal sex, threesome, orgasms
Word Count: 6K
Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Jungkook and Taehyung help you unwind.
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No Regrets | KNJ, JJK
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: smut, friends to lovers, there was only one bed!, Reunion!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: unrequited crushes becoming requited, 190811 Jungkook and platinum blonde Namjoon are the visuals, also both are gym rats so.... think "thick", excessive use of "Noona," lots of longing touches, implied threesome
Word Count: 1,000 on the dot!
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: One hot night spent lying between your friends Jungkook and Namjoon brings old feelings to light.
“Do you have any regrets, Noona?”
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birthday twist JJK x PJM x Reader
ㅡ pair: Jimin x reader ft jungkook x reader
ㅡ genre: pure smut.
ㅡ warnings: explicit unprotected sex. Threesome.
ㅡ W.C: 1.9k
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₍₍ ☆ the boyfriend headcanon series ☆ ⁾⁾
in this series i shared my humble opinions about how bts would love you, kiss you, take you to dates, how would react if you fight...
and in the second part of my writings it gets +18 so nsfw alert after the gif parts babies 👀
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- lav's thirst list -
this list is made of mature content. if you're a minor do not interact.
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BTS masterlist - lady-hunkyhair
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Butterfly Tattoo Studio - ALL MEMBERS x Reader (WIP)
ღ pairing: f. reader x piercer!Hoseok x Jimin
ღ genre: tattoo parlor au, piercing shop au, strangers to lovers, smut [18+]
ღ summary: Your fear of needles always kept you from getting piercings, but after a year of wanting a septum piercing, you swallow your nerves and head to the Butterfly Tattoo Studio. What you don’t expect is the piercer to be hot as fuck!
ღ: wc: 3.8k
ღ warnings: cursing, mention of nervousness, piercing of septum in detail, needles (and fear of needles), tattooed!hoseok, pierced!hoseok (nostril, septum, tongue), lightheadedness, making out, sex in a workplace (hoseok’s), fingering (f. receiving), spit kink, hair pulling, oral sex (f. receiving), vibrating tongue ring, mention of masturbation, squirting, hoseok kisses jimin
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Shhh… - BTS x Reader
Word Count: 2.7k+
Rating: NSFW
Genre: Smut or PWP
Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Double Penetration, Cream Pies, Group Sex, Dirty Talk, Sloppy Seconds (kind of), Slight Voyeur Kink, Hint of Dubious Consent
Pairings: Kim Taehyung x Reader x Jeon Jungkook
Summary: “Shhh sweetheart, you gotta be quiet. You don’t wanna wake up anyone, do you?”
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Let It Snow - (M)
pairing: yoonkook x f. reader
genre: poly au, established relationship, light smut [18+]
summary: the weather outside is frightful… Jungkook’s lap is delightful
wc: 747
warnings: cursing, marking (hickeys), making out, implied smut-threesome
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In the middle of the night... - BTS x reader
Pairing: Ot7 × Reader (Fem! Reader), Ot7×Ot7
Summary: Y/N is a Domestic cat-panther hybrid imprisoned by a psychotic animal-tester/researcher. By who? Why? Nobody knows. She somehow manages to escape by an mistake he made during a experiment resulting a huge fire. What will happen when 7 complete strange men find her?
Genre: Hybrid au!, Werewolf au!, Mates au!, Soulmates au!, Mentions of a/b/o, Secret Agent au, Supernatural, Fluff, angst, 18+, strangers×lovers, poly relationship.
!Warnings!: Anxiety, panick attacks, suicidal/destructive thoughts, (mentions of) abuse, mentiones of death and blood, (mentiones of) violence, Possessive behaviour, insecurity/self doubts, trust and abandonment issues, use of mature language (cursing), (much eventual?) smut.
Status: Ongoing
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BONA FIDES - PJM ft. KNJ
Summary: You’re in the CIA - trained by Kim Namjoon. Your target? Art connoisseur and international criminal, Park Jimin. Under cover at the Vante Gallery in Paris with your sidekick Jin and spy handler Yoongi, who comes out on top when love, lust, and the law intertwine?
TL;DR? It’s a love story with spies and smut.
Bona Fides: Proof of a person’s identity, used by spies to prove cover stories.
Pairings: Namjoon x OC, Jimin x OC
Genre: Secret Agent AU; Smangst; Strangers to Lovers
Rating: Explicit 18+ 🔞 (most chapters)
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Mused obsession
Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin.
After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.
⇢ Explicit [18+]
⇢ Xtremity: 10 (In it’s entirety.)
⇢ Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin
⇢ Genre: yandere, smut, gore
⇢ Warnings: Each chapter will have specific warnings.
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KNJ & JJK || In Paris
summary: Namjoon shows Jungkook how to pleasure a woman in the city of love.
tags: pure smut (18+), idol!jungkook x reader × idol!namjoon
warnings: threesome, unprotected sex*(don't do this), brief handjob/blowjob combo, innocent!jungkook, experienced!namjoon, vocal kink, smol praise
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Void - Part 1 (M) - ALL MEMBERS x Reader
Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut
Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)
Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.
Word Count: 7.9k
Part 1 / ?
Warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation, discussions of pornography, voyeurism, and excessive sexual tension
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(07) Ways To Kiss Your Hybrid
➻ rating | 18+
➻ genre | fluff - smut.
➻ pairing | park jimin x fem!reader x jeon jungkook
➻ au | hybrid - slice of life.
➻ word count | 7.3k+
➻ warning(s) | jimin and jungkook being soft, hybrid!reader, sugar daddy!jimin, sugar baby!jungkook & reader, the reader stutters when she’s nervous, unprotected sex, oral sex (m!receiving), voyeurism, first ‘i love you’s’, mutual pining, spit roasting, face fucking, lots of kissing
➻ date | 04.14.21
➻ synopsis | Jungkook and Jimin wanted a companion, someone to love and cherish and what better way to do that then with a hybrid. The moment they laid their eyes on you, they knew you were going to be the one they brought home.
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I've Found Home
Fem!Yuu and Twisted Cast
(Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8)
Implied relationship
She moved on. She had to and had every reason to. She had someone who relied on her.
Warnings:hurt-comfort, Angst to heal your soul. Healing those and abandonment issues. Happy ending I promise. Don't read if you are not ready to cry. Did not proof read, wrote this late a night, sick and half asleep. Sorry.
Move on.
Forget.
There was no going back.
You chose this.
You wanted this.
After three years of living in another world Yuu couldn't adjust easily to her old life.
A life that no longer exists. So she began building a new one.
She found a good price on a place near the mountains. Private but not isolated. She had the money after her book deal.
People would never believe her story so she wrote fantasy novels. She felt closer to her friends this way but more lonely all the same. She couldn't share the truth with anyone and could never talk about them as though they were real.
Still, she could write new stories with new characters to forget.
Life had been quiet. Eat, sleep, write, watch TV, read and do it all again. Sometimes getting food deliveries, read fan mail and get a call to two. It was decent life. Something Idia would love.
He's probably taken over STYX by now. I bet he and Ortho are doing great together.
Nevermind, she could probably cook something. Eating instant meals was probably ruining her health. Vil would kill her if he knew.
...
Food can wait. She wasn't that hungry anyways.
The garden! Yes! She had to tend the garden! She had ordered a spring bundle to plant.
The tag said it had some tulips, mums, begonias, and specialty white roses.
Nevermind... forget it. She should take a nap. A lazy day never hurt anyone. Even beasts can afford to sleep.
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...
Yuu decided to leave. She couldn't take this anymore. If she got one more reminder she'd collapse. Their faces were ingrained in her mind and guilt burned under her skin.
Life was funny you know. You don't know what come next.
Yuu certainly didn't.
She hiked up the mountain trying to forget every time Jade would drag her to go foraging with him. Every late-night walk she had with Malleus. Every magic carpet ride with Kalim.
It wasn't fair! Why did she have to go through this? She wanted to see them again. What did she do to deserve this?
She was good! She was kind! She just wanted to go home! Is that so wrong? She worked hard! She made a name for herself! She should have the life she wanted and be able to enjoy that life.
But she missed them...
Unknowingly Yuu had dropped to her knees and crying. Only the forest could hear her and perhaps it took pity on her.
(Warning: If you are sensitive to child abuse or dead animals please don't read on.)
When her tears were gone and her cries faded there was a response.
A different cry. High pitched and gurgling. The kind that every woman knew in an odd instinctual way. The kind that sets off every alarm in your head and makes every hair stand on end. A baby.
She ran towards it praying to God that this wasn't a mountain lion. It wasn't though.
She found a small shack off the path. It was surrounded by trash. Must have been occupied by squatters. Said squatters seemed to have vacated at least a few days ago.
Yuu muscled open the makeshift door. The crying had turned into unfamiliar cracking breathless howls. Their voice must have given out a while ago after who knows how long. Hours, days...any longer would mean death.
Yuu searched and found a bunker of sorts under the floorboards.
She found a soggy bare mattress, a few scattered crayons, a ball and-oh God, that smell. It was a rotting cat. Poor thing must have been here for weeks. There was an empty cat food bowl nearby. Little drawings littered the floor. Ones of a smiling child with a smiling cat.
The whimpering cries continued and drew Yuu forward. She found them curled up in a corner. A rope was tied around their leg. It was a child. They were wrapped in soiled clothes, had matted hair, and emaciated.
Yuu felt her heart break again. This poor baby. Who could do this.
He looked at her with fear and hope. He wanted-no needed to be saved. He was probably no older than 3. He had no understanding of what was happening to him. His tears had marked his face as the only place was covered in a layer of dirt.
"Hey, is okay I'm here to help. I'm going to take you away now. Is that okay? We'll get you some food." Yuu tried to keep her voice even to not scare him.
The boy crawled over to the place of the dead cat. And began shaking it.
"Nina!Nina!" He wailed trying to wake her up.
He didn't know she was dead. He didn't even understand what death was.
"I'm sorry Nina can't come with us." Yuu said pulling him gently by the back of his ragged shirt.
But children don't understand these things.
"Nina! No! Nina!" He yelled horsey.
"Shh, it's okay. Don't worry I'll come back for her later. I promise." Yuu hushed.
She could bury her in the garden. He clearly loved her a lot and the poor kitty deserves that much.
After untying the rope Yuu lifted the boy into her arms and carried him home. He made almost no noise as he buried himself in her arms.
Yuu promised herself that she'd never let something like this happen to him again. He would never be abandoned again, he'd never go hungry again, and he'd be loved. She'd love him, she swore it.
"My son." She whispered to no one at all but I affirmed everything she felt.
He needed a name. The case worker didn't have one for him on file. She got to choose one.
For a writer she struggled to find one.
Mal, Elliot, Leo, Cecil, Bishop, Ali, Jacob, Carter, Azure, Jess
Only one name stuck
Grimm
"Grimm! It time for bed. Grab a book if you want me to read it to you." Yuu said walking up the stairs.
Grimm scanned his bookshelf for one of his favorites. The titles were: "The Rose Queen", "The King of Beasts", "The Wishing Star", "The sea witch", "The Sand Serpent", "The fairy Gala", "The Little Robot", "Magic Cat", "The beautiful Queen", and "The Underworld and back again"
Grimm had a favorite right now. The newest among the children's book collection Yuu had written. She pulled it off the shelf and ran back to bed.
Yuu could barely keep up these days. Grimm was fast but Yuu had practice.
She pulled the covers over him and read the title as Grimm snuggled up with his favorite stuffed animal. It was another merchandise stuffed animal. It was a big gray cat with a stripped bow and purple crystal around its neck.
Grimm named it Nina and took it everywhere. Along as it comforted him Yuu said nothing.
"The Lonely Dragon: Once upon a time there was a powerful dragon prince who lived in a land far far away." Yuu began.
"But the dragon isn't lonely forever. He meets the lost princess and they become best friends! Oh and the Silver knight comes in stop the dragon here!" Grimm interrupted leaning over his mother.
" Well if you want to tell the story." Yuu sighed.
When Yuu finished Grimm asked her something.
"So the dragon isn't lonely anymore?" He looked at her with wide eyes.
"No, he has many friends and rules over a nice kingdom," Yuu said in a hushed voice as shifted his pillow to make him lie down.
"What about the lost princess?"
"The lost princess found her way home. She said goodbye to her friends and is where she belongs now."
"But is she lonely? Without all her friends?"
"She used to be but now she has a home. She misses her friends but she's happy."
"I wish I could meet her. I'd be her friend and she'd never be lonely again."
"I know, I'd bet she'd be so happy. Goodnight, baby."Yuu turned off the light as she kissed Grimm's cheek
"Night Mama." Grimm said kissing his mother back.
When Yuu left the room she kept the door open just a bit so Grimm wouldn't be afraid of the dark.
She took a deep breath. Maybe she shouldn't have written the Lost Princess series but it was so well loved these days what could she do?
Still, she could relive those days for just a brief moment and smile.
She made her way to the study to go back to writing her new book when a knock came from downstairs.
Yuu cautiously made her way to the door and pressed an ear to it to listen to who it might be. Forgetting she had a peephole. A familiar voice called her name from the other side.
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kiss your best friend | heartslabyul
kiss your best friend and see how they react!
parts. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
characters. riddle, trey, cater, ace, deuce.
includes. gn reader who can be seen as either yuu or another alternative universe.
cw. kissing? mutual pining, crack.
note. those tiktoks where the bsf is straight outta wattpad /j reminder that the event poll will be closed on sunday ust+8
riddle rosehearts
expectedly turns very red.
just stares at you in the most flabbergasted way possible, looks at your lips then snaps his gaze back to your face again and again.
probably is too stunned to speak but when he swallows the bile in his throat, "what in the world are you doing?!" seriously though. he has so many questions.. why, when, what that he wants you so answer ASAP.
in complete denial that you admit to wanting to do it then apologizing if it took him by suprise.
sensing that you feel dejected by his negative reaction he's quick to assure you, in a mixture of shyness and shame he avoids your gaze. "you can't just go around kissing other people so suddenly! urgh.. atleast let me take you to dinner first.."
trey clover
blinks but looks pleased nonetheless.
well he certainly didn't expect that. in the years you've been side by side he had his suspicions that you felt the same but never acted on it.
spares you this handsome, killer smile as he leans in again. trey's quick to adjust to the indirect confession you just did so since you made the first move he supposes its his turn next.
he does applaud you for your bravery. trey doesn't know if he'd ever have the courage to do so if you didn't. "you're quite bold." he chuckles, thoroughly enjoying the tough exterior you put up despite you probably flustered inside.
"mind if I get another taste?" sir this isn't you tasting out bakery treats—
cater diamond
consider him shocked for once!
legit paused and recoiled back from your kiss, peck(?), whatever suited you best but you can't blame him! he thought it was like the "oh my god they were roommates thing"
wait a minute it feels like be just got slapped by reality. did you actually just kiss him?!
probably remembering he's still gaping at you he flashes you a rare, seemingly genuine smile. "sooo... what are we now?"
"friends with benefits?" you joke.
"oh. not what I had in mind but that's alright with me!"
"cater i was joking."
ace trapolla
visible disgust.
even goes as far as to wipe off the kiss wherever you placed your lips on it.
stares at you with a feigned weirded out look but no matter how far 'faking it till' he makes it goes' he's ultimately unable to hide the red ears from you.
if you try to point it out he'll only respond with vigorous shakes and something along the lines of feeling too good for yourself.
^ in serious denial but still wants more.
"that was disgusting.. I'm gonna be sick." ace blanches then fakes a hurl. "—do it again,"
deuce spade
shocked & flustered^tm (I'm too lazy to put the symbol bye)
slowly backs away and grips his mouth (kinda like tamaki at that once scene LOL) while slowly turning pink. not red because red is riddle's thing and no one can do riddle's thing.
is too shy and his mind is going a thousand million miles an hour <- exaggerated cause it's deuce.
the definition of "WTH OMG AKVSJABAJS" + inner crisis mode activated, I knew he was an idia kinnie somewhere deep there
pledges to you that he will be the man in the relationship, the pants, the— insert weird analogies.
loves u now and idk why he's going so fast. would probably not marry anyone else because boy is DEDICATED now.
#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed !#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twst#twisted wonderland headcanons#twisted wonderland imagines#riddle rosehearts x reader#riddle rosehearts#trey clover x reader#trey clover#ace trapolla x reader#ace trapolla#cater diamond#cater diamond x reader#deuce spade x reader#deuce spade#x reader#x gn reader
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HIII OMG I haven’t had a good laugh in a while until i came across your fyodor’s sis dating dazai hcs IT GOT ME ROLLING ON THE FLOOR 😭 can i request for dazai’s sister dating fyodor if you’re up for it? fluff crack make it silly if you want i’ll enjoy anything from you for sure!!
"Dazai with a sister dating Fyodor!"
Sypnosis: Uh oh! Looks like Dazais one and only sister he grew up with is dating a rat who the entirety of yokohama is after!
Genre: crack, suggestive? (idk sth is wrong with me)
Warning: More blasting, bombing, terrorrist, rizz,
A/N: AHHH I AM SO HAPPY U ENJOYED IT- AND I AM MORE THEN HAPPY BCS I MADE YOU LAUGH !!! >.<
nahhh like brother like sister :/
NO BCS i feel like fyodor just wanted to temper dazai by using his ugly breedable charms on you
But it backfired terribly! (like his posture)
Though you were his one and oNlY eNeMyS blood relative he just couldnt help but flirt with you and perhaps ykyk do those romantic stuff ppl do
This is so ooc rn ;skull emoji 69x;
However you were extremly LIKE extremly careful to not let your brother know
You literly sneaked off the house as if you were sneaking inthe kitchen to cook a whole buffet at 3am!!
Except you were sneaking off to EAT a whole buffet😏😏
Even the rat himself helped you to sneak to his rusty ahh apartment
Wow! The first thing he actually did for others!!!!!
Honestly dazai would be chill though-
Like oh his sister is dating someone? welp sure! i have exes all around the city hope its not one of them though hehe...HeHe
FUCKING SLU--
You took the risk of rizzing fyodor up infront of him though like:
"I am crime, I am punishment" you: "I know something else you can punish :3"
Dazai woke back from the dead with em bones fish eye when u said that
AYYY DAZAI IN HIS MELANIE MARTINEZ "PORTALS" ERA!!!!1😍
When he find out though.....oh god hes going to give you that light skin stare, with his eyes turning into nothing but a pitch black void
like my soul-- OKAY THIS IS THE LAST ONE I PROMISE--
One day you met up with fyodor and you were so excited that you nearly threw his anemic ass to the ground
"Yaaaah fedya,!! we finally met! dont give me that face do u know how hard it is to come and meet you when my lazy ahh brother puts trackers on me!" "Malyshka, please calm down---''
All of a sudden u could hear shuffling which instantly cautions the both of you only for your eyes to be meeted with your brothers eye turning into nothing but pitch black like the face he gave when he saw mori
your getting grounded <3
"Out of all people...out of 8 billion people, sister😀" "I-i-i-i i can explain"
he then looked at fyodor with the ugliest angry face ever "YOU FUCKING RAT HOW DARE YOU WOO MY SISTER WITH FEHUYOUR UGFLY AHH RATUTILLIE NO RIZZ MANIUPULATION I AM GONNA BLAST YO-"
damn.. dazai become eminem
the shift mood between to u then to fyodor was so funny
LIKE YALL SAW THE ADVICE FYODOR GAVE TO DAZAI IN THEIR CELLS? THATS A BIT--- UM YANDERE??????!!
"BROTHER CALM DOWN I WAS NOT MANIUPULATED TF-" "THAT WONT STOP ME FROM MY MANSLAUGHTER ARC" "WHAT?--"
#siblinggoalsfr
fyodor honestly only glared at him with a smile that said "If they annoy you, go for their sibling"
dazai YANKED Your arm taking you back to you apartment and just stared at you as if you got a B in maths
uh oh...
So YEAH after hours of not being able to calm him down he finally accepted!
Dazai gifted fyodor a dead rat in a helicopter after he accepted you guys😍😍😍
No bcz i think u and nikolai would have matching energy--
Nikolai: "Dos-kun bites his nails!" You: "Real except he bites my neck!"
one day ranpo jolted up from his seat with fisheye and slowly turned to you as if you ate his (dead)mother
"Dazai Y/N, you did not..." "Oh yes yes i just did :3"
everybody was so confused like did you steal his snacks or sth???
"like brother like sister i guess...." -ranpo after finding out his bestie is doing unholy things to his enemy
JKJK-
Dazai acted so overdramatic omg- ugh hes so babygirl
"I still cant believe it... MY OWN SISTER DATING-DAT-DATING A STINKY RAT! Wait- WHAT IF YOU GET MARRIED???????!!!!! WILL YOUR NAME BE D-D-D-DOS-DOE RATVESKY?? sis you better let him take your name WAIT NO I WILL NOT SHARE MY NAME WITH HIM UGFYDUTYFE"
dramatic gossip girlie fr
like its literly like
"I took your victory😈" "I took your sisters viriginty😈😈😈"
i am so sorry-WAHHHHHHHHHH- *gets shot in the head by reader for being so dirty*
during gatherings, they just smile at each other protesting in their minds who can take care of u better while your in a chair rollin around and going :3
kuro kuro kuro kuroooo kuro kuro kuro kuro ding luro kuro ding~
until your silly ahh falls! :D
And its just a second of time to see who can cath you first-
Dazais going to turn your wedding into an arson commitment!
"Breaking news!, Depressed man who half the fandom slanders burns down his sisters wdding venue with soy sauce!"
Well... its a funky ride! but hey its fyodor
A/N: i know its short but i tried okay- ENJOY!! i love doing crack if i cant laugh or be happy i will make others happy!! <33
Divider crds: @nikolaismasquerade
tags! @silverbladexyz @riiwrites @chuuyasboner @heartsfourdazai @atlasnessie @atsquie @tojifile @biscuits-lovely-corner @darling--angst
#bungou stray dogs#sakira!#bsd#bsd x reader#bungou gay dogs#dazai#dazai x reader#dazai sister#dazais sister x fyodor#fyozai x sister reader#lol#bsd crack#dirty pick up lines
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Proofread and co-written with my lovely mutual, @razzle-n-dazzle
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Vox groaned as his monitor vibrated and beeped, sounding off his alarm to get up. He started to sit up, before getting smacked in the face by Valentino, who was still deep in dreamland and had no intention of getting up at the ever-so early hour of 8 AM.
Vox growled, now fully awake. He tossed Val's arm off, sitting up and stretching as he turned off the alarm. He looked to his side, noticing how his boyfriend took up half of his large bed. And that their girlfriend was missing. It was usual for her to be the first one out of bed, so Vox thought nothing was wrong.
When the Vees started their throuple, they developed unspoken rules or agreements, things they would do for each other. One of those things, food. Velvette took care of breakfast, since she was usually an early riser. She was usually up at 4 or 5 in the morning, so why not put together something quick for her boys? Vox would take care of lunch for the three of them, usually just ordering something from a nearby restaurant and having it delivered. He wasn't the best in the kitchen. And, by order of elimination, Valentino would make them dinner. He was fairly skilled and everything he made was good, so they had no complaints.
Vox stretched and yawned loudly as he walked to the kitchen. There was no sound of sizzling bacon, or the smell of fresh pancakes, or the beeping of the Keruig finishing their coffee. It was a little odd. That when he noticed the note written on the whiteboard on the fridge.
Busy schedule. Every demon for themselves. Love you, lazy fuckers.♡♡♡
Velvette
Vox smiled gently, starting the Keruig as he looked for something easy to make for him and Valentino. It didn't happen often, but they were used to the times when one of them had to skip their meal. Sometimes work just got in the way and there wasn't much you could do.
He found a box of pancake/waffle mix and followed the instructions on the back of the box, hoping that he wouldn't find a way to burn them this time. He turned and looked over his shoulder as best as he could when he heard foot steps coming towards the kitchen. A familiar groan and sigh filled the air as Vox felt two pairs of arms wrap around his torso. "Coffeeeeeee..." Valentino whined, pressing his forehead against the back of his monitor.
"Made it fresh," Vox said with a little smile, reaching up and grabbing Valentino's ridiculously large coffee mug.
"Where's Vettie?" Val asked with a yawn, taking his mug and filling it to the brim with black coffee.
"She had a busy schedule. Her note is on the fridge," he said, gesturing over to it as he finished up the last waffle.
"So you decided to burn breakfast?"
Vox glared at him. "One more comment like that and I'm breaking your dick. She'll probably get things sorted out in a couple days."
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One month. Velvette had been busy for one whole month. The longest time any of them had fend for themselves for a meal was two weeks, when Valentino had to work late for some porno he just had to finish. Velvette would leave before Vox or Val had gotten up and come back long after they were in bed. The couple of times they stayed up to wait on her, to try and get some explanation, she worked 50+ hours straight and passed out in her studio. If they tried to visit, all they got was "she's busy and not taking visitors", and her assistants wouldn't take any excuse or threat they gave. If they texted her, she would ignore it for hours and only give a response like "srry I was bsuy" and not give any other explanation. It was started to get really fucking sick. And they missed her cooking. You can only have so many almost-burnt waffles and half-cooked pancakes before you will willingly starve yourself until lunch.
Today at lunch, Vox ordered from Velvette's favorite restaurant and brought the food up to her studio. He ignored the interns trying to sheepishly explain why he couldn't go in, and he just barged in through the doors.
The studio looked terrible. It was like a hurricane came through and wrecked the place. Clothes, fabric, and various accessories laid strewn across the floor, and every surface was covered in similar messes. And the only sound echoing throughout was Velvette screaming some jumbled mess at her underlings.
Vox could finally see how badly this past month had affected her. Velvette always put thought and effort into her appearance. She wanted to keep up with the trends and look fabulous. But this look... It was disgusting, to say the least. Her red hair was thrown up into a messy bun. Not an aesthetically pleasing messy bun, an actual messy bun. Her hair was unwashed and unbrushed, just thrown up into a ball on top of her head and held together with a couple of hair ties. Hair was falling out of the "bun" and falling on her face, making her look almost deranged.
Vox got a better look at her face as she whipped around to yell at someone else. She wasn't wearing any makeup, which never happened with Velvette. Without any makeup, you could finally see all the stress on her face, the bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep, and what looked like the start of crows feet.
Her outfit looked so out of style, as well. She would put thought and dedication into each outfit she wore, making sure to stay up on the latest trends and wearing what was in style. But this? It was like she just grabbed a random outfit and changed as she was walking to her studio. And Vox was about 50% sure that her clothes were on backwards. Velvette looked like a mess. Vox knew he had to do somethi-
"WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" Velvette screamed, finally noticing his presence. "GET THE FUCK OUT!!!"
"Yes ma'am." Vox put the food on the nearest table and practically ran out of the studio. As he walked back to his control room with a heavy sigh, he called Valentino.
"Hello, my darling~" Val said, making no big deal of throwing in the background. "How was our little princesa?~"
"Terrible, to put it bluntly," Vox said. "We seriously need to get her home tonight."
"Understood. Are we-"
"We're gonna have to. Cut your shoot early."
"Yes, sir~"
"Now is not the time, Val! Just cut the shoot and meet me outside in ten minutes."
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"Are you sure you don't want me to start cooking yet?" Valentino asked. Him and Vox had spent the whole afternoon shopping around, getting wine and ingredients and various gifts for Velvette to have a relaxing night in.
"Yeah. You'll have enough time when she gets back," Vox said as he paced by the bar. "She'll probably come storming in and rant for a while, at least 15 minutes but definitely close to 30. And then she's gonna take a shower-"
"And that will take close to an hour because she needs to clean at least a week of dirt and grime off her body," Valentino cut in, heading over to the bar.
"Yeah, probably closer to a month of dirt. I swear, she looked like walking shit...." Vox commented. "I can't imagine how stressful this month has been for her... Don't touch that!" Vox smacked Val's hand away from the full decanter of wine. "All of that is for Velvette. She's gonna need it. Get your own bottle."
Val rolled his eyes and grabbed another bottle. "You know she's going to drink half of it and throw it at the wall."
"And you know that she learned that maneuver from you," Vox said accusingly. "Just head into the kitchen when you hear a slamming door and work your magic, ok? This is for Velvette."
"I know, I know." Valentino sighed and chugged his glass, pouring a glass for Vox as well. "She's never pushed herself this hard. I just wish we knew what was going on..."
Vox took the glass and kissed Valentino's hand, gently rubbing his thumb over his knuckles. "We'll figure out tonight. It's gonna be ok..."
Valentino gave him a gentle smile, staring lovingly into his eyes. "You always know what to say..."
"That's why I'm the forefront of the fastest growing tech company in the city, possibly all of hell," Vox said cockily, taking sip while Val let out a laugh. He was about to let out another smart quip, when the front door slammed open and a certain someone stormed in.
"HOLY FUCKING HELL, I AM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE!!!" Velvette yelled, storming into the living room. Valentino turned tail and went to the kitchen as quick as possible, while Vox started pouring one of many glasses of wine for Velvette.
Velvette snatched the glass out of Vox's hand and drank it all before throwing the glass at the wall, just like Valentino said she would. She pulled at her hair and screamed at the top of her lungs while Vox poured another glass.
"Bad day?" He asked simply.
"Bad day?!" Velvette said with a murderous grin. "BAD DAY?! IT'S BEEN A BAD MONTH!" And off she went, yelling and screaming about everything that went wrong. Incompetent staff, late shipments, and worst of all, Claire. Fucking Claire. She was the worst model Velvette had. She was more demanding than Velvette herself, somehow! She had gotten the job because she was friends with another overlord, some hoity-toity bitch ass from a club in the entertainment district. Sophia or Sarah or whatever the fuck her name was.
"Anytime I try to fire her, she runs to that stupid little club with her stupid little friend and they come parading in the next day, demanding I put her in the next fucking show or on the cover of the next fucking catalog," Velvette said, finally slamming the wine glass on the bar rather than throwing it against a hard surface. Vox simply took the glass and refilled for her to pick up the next time she passed.
"And you know what?! There may not be another fucking catalog because that bastard Geoffrey CAN'T SEND A SIMPLE FABRIC SHIPMENT TO SAVE HIS SOUL!!!!!!" Velvette yelled, chugging the glass again. She stood in the living room, surrounded by little piles of glass while she panted. She finally looked at Vox, copying his blank stare. "Well?"
Vox was silent for a moment, trying to pick something to comment on. "Claire sounds like a bitch."
"Trust me, she is a nightmare." She approached the car and sat down, sighing and laying her head down on the counter. "I swear you would think it's Lucifer himself in disguise. I would think so too if I didn't know he staying at that...Hackshot Hostel with his daughter or whatever..."
"Hazbin Hotel," Vox said, pouring another glass for her.
Velvette shot her head up and glared at him. "Don't correct me."
"Yes ma'am."
Velvette gave another heavy sigh and took a little sip from the glass this time. "I'm just so tired..."
"I know, Vettie. Why don't you get cleaned up?" Vox said gently. "We got you some of that sugar scrub you like to use, and your favorite face cream." He went around the bar and helped her up, guiding her around the piles of glass to the bathroom.
"The one with the charcoal and brimstone mix?" Velvette asked with a smile.
"Mhm. And when you get done pampering yourself, I'll help you tame that rat's nest your hair has become."
Velvette covered her mouth and giggled. "Honestly, it's not that bad. It's certainly better than that hair catastrophe of '06."
"All I remember was you became a sobbing mess because you were going to have to shave your head," Vox commented. He stopped outside the bathroom and gave her a little push in. "Get yourself cleaned up, honey. Val should finish dinner soon after you get out."
Velvette smiled brighter. "Santa Fe Chicken with seasoned rice-"
"And garlic seared potatoes, yes," Vox finished for her. He smiled, watching her cheer to herself before shutting the door. He went back to the living room, watching as Val swept up the glass piles.
"I was gonna get them, Val," Vox said, taking the broom for him to finish sweeping up.
"I know," Val said. "I'm still waiting for that damn chicken to thaw, so I wanted to help. How's Vels?"
"She's doing better. She definitely needed to rant to someone." Vox took the dust pan, sweeping up the last couple of piles and throwing it all away. "She's in the shower now, if you wanna check on her."
"I won't interrupt her. She probably needs some along time." Val stood there, starting to stare into space while silence filled the room.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Vox asked, going back behind the bar to make them both a drink.
"How easy do you think it would be to get Claire to sell her soul to me?" Val asked, looking over at him.
Vox let out a laugh, pouring some alchohol and mixers into a shaker. "It won't be easy. If she's friends with Sophia, then she might have already made a deal or something. But...she could be accidentally caught in the crossfire of a turf war. Or accidentally get pushed off the roof."
"Or accidentally get shot 20 times," Valentino growled.
"Now, now, we can't shoot her. That's too obvious," Vox chastised, shaking up the drink and pouring it in one of the few glasses they had left. "Drink that and go back to the kitchen."
Val sighed gently and kissed his monitor, taking the glass and walking back to the kitchen.
And now, Vox was alone. He sighed as a comfortable silence filled the air. He searched the rows of bottles for something to drink, and pulled down a clear rectangular glass bottle, a little shorter and wider than most, that seemed to be delicately crafted; With smoothed out rigids and designs that capsulated the bottle. It smoothed out by the top and closed in to create a vase-like-opening, and sitting on top was the lid, square and designed to match the bottle. Vox smiled to himself and poured himself some of the amber liquor.
Velvette had gotten it for him a few years ago, when they first got together. She wasn't the best with words at the time, so she often expressed her love or gratitude with gifts. She said it was an "infinity bottle", and you would "sacrifice" the last two or three drinks of every bottle of whiskey or bourbon or whatever you drank, and you pour it into the bottle. Over time as you slowly fill the bottle with these "sacrificed" drinks, it would develop a unique flavor profile, built by memories and nights of drunken laughter.
Vox drank the small glass, and he couldn't help the smile that slowly appeared. He put the bottle back on the shelf and started to clean up to keep himself busy. He tidied up the bar area (and made a mental note to order more glasses), swept up any remnant pieces of glass, and cleaned up a few tiny messes in the living room. He got Val to help him move the coffee table as well before gathering up Velvette's hair care products and setting them on the side table in the living room. When there was nothing else for him to do, he finally got changed into some pajamas and sat on the couch, waiting for Velvette to come out.
Soft footsteps sounded through the living room, causing Vox to look over his shoulder. He smiled, seeing Velvette wrapped up in the new silk pajama set they had gotten her. It was a solid lavender color, with dark purple pentagrams sprinkled throughout. She wrapped herself up in the matching silk robe, with a black bonnet in hand and her hair in a towel wrap.
Velvette gave him a gentle smile. "You really went all out, didn't you?"
"Of course. You've worked so hard," Vox explained. "You deserve to be pampered, Vettie."
Velvette walked around the couch, plopping down on a pillow on the floor in front of Vox. "I think you two spoil me more than pamper me."
"Vettie, we don't spoil you enough." He took the towel off her hair, letting the tangled mess fall free of its cotton confines. He grabbed the paddle brush and some detangling spray, starting on a small section of the mess while Velvette searched the channels for something mildly interesting. She became enamored with some fashion competition, leaving her quiet and compliant while Vox slowly worked his way through the tangles.
After what felt like an eternity, Vox was finally able to pull the brush through her hair without snagging on a knot, and Velvette was criticizing the outfits the models were wearing. Well, she was criticizing the models more than their outfits.
"Blimp, elephant, fatass, skinny-ass, no ass, and.... Well, she just looks fugly," Velvette commented, drying some of the product out of her hair.
"Nah, she looks hot!" Valentino said as he brought in a couple plates of food.
"Hey! You should only have eyes for me, limp dick!" Velvette chastised. "She's not even that cute! Roadkill looks cuter than her!"
"She's hot because she looks like you," Val said with a smirk.
"Oh. Well, I guess I do see some resemblance," she said with a little blush.
Vox just laughed, helping Velvette get her hair in the silk bonnet. "But no demon in hell compares to you, my love."
"I know! You boys are fucking lucky you bagged me before some Sin did!" Velvette stood up and took her plate from Val, simply smirking at their laughter.
"Really? You think you're good enough for a Sin?"
"I'm good enough for Lucifer himself!" Velvette sat on the couch and got comfy, while Vox and Val cackled with laughter.
"Glad to have you back to your old self, Vettie," Val said as he calmed down.
"Well, when I get spoiled, I act spoiled." She smiled and leaned forward, giving Vox a kiss on his monitor. "Thank you. Seriously."
"It's no big deal, Vels. You deserve it."
"I cooked. Don't I get something?" Val complained.
Velvette rolled her eyes. "I'll suck your dick later."
"YES!"
And with that, they fell into a comfortable silence. Velvette made an occasional comment about some terrible tailoring, and the boys would agree, but not much else was said for the next few hours. After they ate, Val slowly migrated to the couch, sitting between his lovers and pulling them close. Velvette nuzzled up to his chest, and Vox did his best to lean his head on Val's shoulder. Having a tv head did make some problems when it came to cuddling.
Vox felt himself slowly falling in and out of sleep, hours passing in what felt like minutes. Late in the night, Val gently shook him awake and pointed to the girlfriend. The boys smiled, watching her mumbled about shoulder puffs and cravats in her sleep.
"Do you want her arms or legs?" Vox asked softly as he stood up.
"I'll take the arms this time." Val wrapped his arms around her torso and pulled her up. Vox grabbed her ankles and they carried her to the bedroom, gently placing her in her rightful spot in the middle of the bed.
Vox laid beside her, holding her close as his monitor darkened. Val joined soon after, throwing two of his four arms over them like he was trying to protect them, or trap them in the bed. It was probably him trapping them in bed.
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Vox groaned as his monitor vibrated and beeped, sounding off his alarm to get up. He held up a hand, catching Valentino's arm that was about to smack his monitor. He shoved the arm away and sat up, turning off his alarm as he yawned and stretched.
Vox looked beside him, noticing the absence of their girlfriend from the large bed once again. His heart sank slightly. Did Velvette run out again? He quickly got out of bed and practically ran to the kitchen. A smile came to his face when he saw Velvette at the stove, still in her pajamas as she made breakfast.
"Are you gonna keep standing there or are you gonna say hello?" Velvette said, breaking the silence.
"Just taking in this rare and beautiful sight," Vox said. He hugged her from behind and kissed the top of her head. "Morning, darling..."
"Good morning, my love." Velvette patted the side of his monitor. "I do have to head in to the studio, but it's just for a few hours. I'll be done by lunch and then I'm all yours."
"Good. You need a whole week off after that whole shit show," Vox pulled away, grabbing some mugs to make each of their coffees.
"Agreed," Velvette said with a sigh. "I just hope I can take care of Claire once and for all..."
"Oh, don't worry about it, Vettie. Me and Val have it handled," Vox said with an evil smirk.
Velvette turned and smiled at him. "I swear, you boys spoil me..."
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Chapter 8: And I Was Reborn
Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader “Sugar”
Summary: The only thing left is a question. And an answer.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: M, mention of nudity, allusions to sexual acts, mild body horror relating to being a host (not gory, but descriptive of seeing under the skin and a skull), sort of playing fast and loose with how the hosts work, was E in previous chapters so full series is 18+ MINORS DNI.
Notes: After everything they've been through, it's come down to this. This is the penultimate chapter, with only the epilogue left, and one big question still left unanswered. I'll leave it to you to find out what that is, and what Sugar's answer will be.
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Morning slips into the bedroom like a lover, quiet and soft at your back. You blink awake slowly, eyes blurred as you acclimate. Cream-colored walls lend a stark difference from the blue quilt draped over you and Jack. You smile into your pillow, toes curling between the sheets.
True to his word, Russell didn’t come scratching and snuffling at the door until several hours after Jack locked him out. It was plenty of time for you to talk, wrapped in each other’s arms. Jack told you about traveling across the country looking for a home, working whatever drifter jobs he could get to pay his way. You asked why here, why this town, and he said it was the first one that felt anything like home. The people helped, and the slow discovery of who he was with free will did the rest.
Jack in turn learned about you, the real you that he never truly got to meet. The things you like to do, the places that make you happy. It strikes you as a shorter list than you thought, the things you left in your small apartment barely taking up space in your heart. In this house, a rekindling has taken place and a warm fire now burns in your hearth, well tended.
When Jack left to let Russell out, as bare as the day he was made, you laid back on the bed and contemplated the life Jack built. Years of grinding away at a job that kept you comfortable but unfulfilled paled in comparison to the muscle memory of a hard day’s work. Could you find happiness in taking up reins and helping the community around you? Or had you been so far gone from it that you’d make a mess of anything you touched?
Jack returned soon after, his nonchalant nudity heating your skin.
“I have dessert if you’d like something sweet,” Jack said, smirking a little at the end.
“I’ll take anything you’re offering, handsome.”
It took another hour before you actually tasted the peach cobbler Jack made, sitting on his lap in nothing but a sheet wrapped around the two of you. He warmed the cobbler first before drenching it in cream, and the spiced sweetness tasted even better on his tongue. The last thing you remembered before drifting off back in his bed was the slow devotion of hands on your skin soothing you to sleep.
Now his head is thrown back on the pillow, lips slightly parted and eyes shut. You watch his profile bathed in morning light. The perfect curve between his nose and chin to fit your lips. The stretch of his neck to his chest rising and falling. One hand lays on his stomach, fingers curled in lazy artfulness.
Do androids dream of electric sheep? you think briefly, reaching out to touch the strong line of his bicep. You trace from his shoulder to the dip by his elbow, baby hairs along your path standing up. Blue-green veins are barely visible by his wrists, the smooth expanse of his chest dotted with freckles. He’s imperfect, and that’s more amazing to you. Every bit of him unique, down to the spots around his chin where no stubble grows. You wouldn’t know him to be anything but real.
He is real, you scold yourself. Every part of him is real, and true. He just didn’t grow into his body the way you did. The scars that detail your history, the stretch marks, the bends and breaks of a body worn by time, yours is happenstance and circumstance. His is purposeful.
Your touch slides over to lay your hand over his. The rise and fall of his chest makes a soothing pattern with his heartbeat.
Rise
Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum
Fall
Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum
Jack’s hand flexes open, and you slide your fingers between. He pulls your joined hands to his lips and presses a kiss on your knuckles, a deep sigh precluding his head turning in the pillow.
“Morning Sugar. You sleep okay?”
You nod, scooting closer to him and pressing a kiss of your own to his shoulder.
“Best I’ve slept in weeks.” You’re not lying. Not an ominous dream in sight.
“Me too,” Jack says, rolling to his side and pulling you into his embrace. His shoulders block out the harsher rays, a halo of light illuminating his fluffy bedhead. You run your fingers through it absently.
Not a hair on his head that wasn’t put there. Not a thing on him that wasn’t done on purpose. And not a single part of it looks manufactured.
“You’re thinking awfully loud this early in the morning,” Jack says, stroking the small of your back. You consider what saying anything in this quiet moment could mean, but you both have come so far in just one weekend. It’s time for you to be as honest as he’s been.
“There’s still a part of me that tells me you can’t be a host. That you’re so perfectly imperfect that nature must have made you.” Stroking long paths through his dark locks, you worry at your lower lip. “Is that bad, that I can’t help but think it? You’ve proven it all to me several times over, it’s just…it’s still something hard to believe, I guess.”
Jack’s eyes drift off, chewing the inside of his mouth before he sits up against the headboard. You come upright too, and he guides you between his bent legs. You let yours fold over his thighs, sitting face to face as he holds your hands in his.
“Does it make it harder, not seeing the machine?” he asks. You soothe him with your thumbs.
“I wish I could say it didn’t. Everyone suspends their disbelief in the parks, right? But we all know that it’s not real.” You study Jack’s face carefully. He’s not upset, or hurt. There’s something resolute in his expression. “I guess it does make it harder for me. I like to understand, and it’s hard not understanding how this all works.”
Jack nods, squeezing your hands tighter.
“What if I could show you exactly what’s at the center of me?”
His eyes stay locked on your face, and you realize he’s giving you something exceedingly precious. It’s not to be handled lightly.
“Maybe I should just have faith,” you acquiesce, smoothing your thumbs along his knuckles. He squeezes again to draw your attention.
“It’s okay,” Jack says, eyes soft. “I’ll show you.” He waits for your nod.
Settling himself against the headboard, he ticks his jaw and takes a few grounding breaths. The calm warmth of the morning becomes stifling, your palms sweaty as he holds one in his hand.
“What I’ve learned from all the manuals and the programs is that you can’t tell. You’re not supposed to. Everything’s realistic except for one thing. They never saw much use for making it look like a brain.” Jack presses his thumb into your palm. “Once it’s not in contact with me I’m gonna freeze up, Sugar, so put it back when you’re done.”
Your heart hammers in your throat. “Jack, what is it?”
Jack’s smile quirks up in the corner, but you also catch a thin veil of fear.
“Maeve called it a pearl. Made it sound valuable. Precious.” He holds your worried look, chucking a knuckle under your chin.
Then his hand falls, and he changes.
Bloodless seams crawl across his face, his eyes going glassy. One splits his face down the center, drawn along the curve of his nose through the dimple in his lower lip. The corners of his lips extend up to his hair, slashing across his cheekbones. Another traces his jawline, the folds of his jowls. A series of small clicks and whirs precede the seams widening, and Jack’s face opens to reveal a smooth white skull beneath. No gore, like a mask peeled off in sections and pulled away for inspection by tiny armatures. Your stomach drops, nausea threatening your throat but you swallow hard. The eyeless skull smiles back at you before you notice another series of cracks, and the second layer breaks open. The skull separates into four quadrants, and from that fissure extends a cylinder presenting a smooth metallic ball. Prongs hold it tight against the protuberance, and you startle when Jack’s hand reaches in to pluck it from his mangled face. Thick fingers grasp the shiny surface as he guides the ball to your palm.
It’s warm against your skin, sinking into the cup of your hand. You open your mouth to say something but the moment Jack’s hands leave the reflective surface every tiny motion stills. What was once solid flesh beneath your legs is hardened marble, not a tremble in his frame. Heart racing, tears well in your eyes as you study the fractured man who’s put his whole trust into the palm of your hand.
“Jack?” you whisper, but nothing moves. The stillness roars in your ears, hands shaking with the pearl clutched between them. Cautiously, you let your fingertips roam the edges of his face, stomach rolling at the uncanniness of seeing something so human turned inside out. Your fingers are shaking, pressing against his chest for a heartbeat that’s eerily absent. He’s a statue, nude and serene.
Finally, you turn your attention back to the pearl in your hand. It’s hardly the size of an egg, black as obsidian and smooth. Your reflection warps back up at you, parted lips quivering as you study it. This must be what makes Jack work. This sphere holds his memories, his quirks and tells, and even though saying it out loud would make it cliche, his soul.
To Delos, searching for their rogue host that’s become troublingly sentient, it’s probably worth millions. But to you, it is infinitely precious. You will never be shown trust this deep, this endless, by anyone else in your lifetime. Jack willingly put his life in the palm of your hand. What could you possibly do to show him that trust, that faith, that love in return?
It comes to you in another breath. Oh Jack. He’s given you exactly what you need to prove it to him. Leaning down, you bring your cupped hands to your lips and press a kiss to the pearl. He’ll never know, never see this moment, but you’ll know that your devotion is etched on his soul. Letting your lips brush it once more, you whisper.
“I’ll always hold it, Jack.”
Just as he did, you place the pearl into its delicate cage, watching with fascination as it retracts back into Jack’s head. The pieces of his skull pull together, and slowly he becomes the man you love once more. When the final piece clasps shut and Jack blinks, you throw yourself into his arms, straddling him breathlessly. His hands come up to soothe along your back, inhaling your scent as you fight back tears.
“Feels like it took a little while, did you drop it?” Jack tries to joke, the rumble of his chest soothing after feeling it so still. When you don’t move he pulls you in tighter, pressing kisses by your ear.
“Was it too much? Sorry, I should have…” he starts to say, but you silence him with your lips. He lets you lead, gripping his face and tilting his head back to inhale him. He reassures you between devotions with murmurs of “I’m here, Sugar. I’m right here.” When he guides you to your back, tangled in sheets and legs until you’re not sure where you end and he begins, he whispers, “I’m here.” And when he sheaths inside you, cradling you against him he groans, “Here, right here.”
Beneath your hands he’s pulsing, gasping, trembling. Alive. Jack. Your Jack. Always.
When you finally untangle, sated and drained, Jack lets you make breakfast. Fresh eggs and toast, a crumble of bacon for Russell before you serve yourselves. Across the table Jack still manages to touch you, foot pressed inside your ankle reassuringly.
It’s so easy to imagine this as any morning. Maybe you’d follow it with chores, prepare for the week ahead. Outdoor work until the sun is too hot, making plans around cold drinks in the evening. Every night a heartbeat under your hand.
“Still thinking loud, Sugar,” Jack interrupts, his crooked smile playful but you glimpse trepidation in his brow. It’s Sunday after all, and with that comes the “real world” you both alluded to all weekend. Pushing around the last remnants of eggs, you contemplate.
“I’d like to take a walk around, clear my head a bit,” you say, letting Jack’s nod reassure you.
“Maybe let Russ out, he’s been cooped up all night and we haven’t been paying a lick of attention to him,” he says, scritching the terrier behind his ears. You rise and lead a doting Russell to the front door, Jack lingering in the kitchen. Throwing him a smile over your shoulder, sunlight greets you on the patio.
Russell bounds out and off to run a few circles in the yard, a blur of white and brown. Your feet take you aimlessly, thoughts clouding your vision.
Before you left, you knew it was possible that seeing Jack would change things. You prepared for a conversation about what might happen when the weekend ended. There were possibilities lined up neatly for scrutiny. You could stay in touch, visit each other. The care you felt would have time and distance to grow. Then, when you knew each other better, you could take that next step and meld your lives together. Most likely something closer to what you live now, allowing you to straddle the line between the “real world” and Jack’s new and improved Sweetwater. It all sounded feasible, rational, reasonable.
Looking up, you realize your restless feet took you back to the barn, and right up to Daybreak’s stall. She lifts her nose over the gate, knocking you in the shoulder playfully before allowing you to stroke her snout. The sharp scent of horse fills your lungs, tamped with sweet grass and hay. When you scratch along her muzzle she snorts, whuffling at your pockets for treats.
“Sorry girl, next time,” you promise.
That’s when you realize how easily next time came to you, and how soon it felt. Not next time as in six months from now. Or three months. In your heart, now truly open, you know what your answer will be to the unspoken question hanging over your visit. Pressing your forehead to Daybreak’s, you smooth your hands along her graceful neck.
“Thanks, girl,” you murmur, her soft huff a comfort.
Jack is standing on his porch when you exit the barn, trying his best to look nonchalant but his tells are all on display. Hand on his hip, fingers clenching too tight. Jaw ticking back and forth. The smile he gives you fighting to reach his eyes. You mount the steps and slide an arm around his waist, reveling in the relief of his embrace. For a long minute he just holds you, your head on his chest to listen to his stilted breaths. Finally he pulls back, eyes shining.
“I’m…so glad you came,” he manages to get out, rubbing his hands firmly up and down your arms. It clenches your heart, watching him struggle. You open your mouth but he motions for a moment more.
“I know we didn’t start off quite the way either of us hoped, but now, with everything out in the open and all that you’ve seen, I hope you’ll consider my proposition.” A smile tugs at your lips but Jack’s railroading mouth keeps you grounded.
“I know there’s a big world out there for you, and you’ve got a place in it. And here’s just a small slice of life that most people never even think about. But it’s mine, and I…I want you to know it’s mine to give. To you. You can have as much of it as you want. Because…” Here Jack takes in a breath, and you take his face in your hands. “Because I can’t go with you. I tried a few times, but I kept having close calls and near misses of being found. Just coming to see you was a risk, one I’d gladly take a thousand times over, but I can’t live like that. It’s here or someplace like it, and I wouldn’t ask for you to give up everything…”
“Jack,” you interrupt, tilting his gaze back to yours. Stroking your thumbs down his five o’clock shadow, you let him know exactly what you’ve already decided.
“I’m not going back.”
His face contorts in confusion, then dismissal.
“Sugar, you can’t…” You press a thumb against his soft lips, mustache tickling the tip.
“I’ve been waiting for something to tell me I made the right choice, and that all the pain was worth it. This is it. You are my choice. This, everything, is my choice. I’m going home to pack, get everything sorted, then I’ll come back.” Your throat closes up, but you manage to eke out the last words you need to say. “Then I’ll come home, if you’ll have me.”
Jack’s hug is bruising, all-encompassing and breathtaking.
“Sugar, my god, yes, we’ll have you, I want you.” You choke out a laugh into his shoulder, dizzy with the lack of oxygen and the elation of Jack’s embrace. He spins you around, Russell’s faint yips on the edge of your consciousness. When he releases you there’s a moment to take in a breath before Jack’s mouth slots against yours and steals your air again. He cradles your cheeks, pulling away just enough to look at you with wonder before stealing another. The sun feels like it’s at a whole different position in the sky before he relents, tucking you into his chest and letting an enormous sigh empty out.
“I’m sorry it won’t be an easy life with me,” he says, fingertips light on your skin.
“Did I ask for easy?” you tease, inhaling the soap, sweat and sun-baked scent of Jack. “Whatever might come, it’s worth it.”
“I’ll spend my life making sure of that, Sugar.”
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Part Nine: dracarys
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Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra's only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.
Author's note: I am terrible.
I said I would update during the festivities but I got lazy. I am unforgivable.
Anyhow, we are getting into the thick of it lol.
I would also like to share two resources I found terribly helpfull in writing this chapter one is this map of Westeros from AWOIAF which details every major point of interest. This way we all can know where anyone is at any given moment, and how might they get there, and the other is isochronic map of Westeros by Atlas of Ice and Fire which basically shows how many days of travel are needed to reach any place in Westeros.
This last map is foundamental in creating a timeline I find.
Of course, if any of you are also writing a ff, or planning to, look at this resources, they are amazing!
Warning: mention of nudity, violence
Prequel | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11
She did not know how much time had passed. Visenya just knew that she could not bear to stay in the tub any longer, she felt like simmering in a pan, a disgusting one too. She looked down at her hands, the very hands that held her brother’s body just moments ago, or were it hours? She could not know.
The water around her had grown a foul color, the reek was disgusting, and there was a thick layer of dirt and blood floating. She breathed heavily and looked up at Aemond, who was pacing right in front of her. It was not the raging, chaotic pacing of her father, no, it was obsessive, precise, each time he turned to walk back he took the same exact amount of steps as before. He was methodical, calculating, and concerned. He was likely trying to imagine all of the scenarios going forward, what to do and do not, to ensure his mother’s and his two remaining innocent siblings's safety.
<<What is it that Aegon loves more in the world?>> She asked, her voice cold, not betraying any emotion she might have felt, <<the one thing he loves more than any other?>> Visenya learned long ago that there were times where her sorrow, her fear, her happiness, were just obstacles. She had learned to bottle them down, hide them in the deep recess of her heart, so that she could think clearly. She had hoped that in time she could learn to do that also with her rage. But she had always failed.
She kept her stare up at her husband, unfaltering, waiting for an answer, <<Sunfire>> he said without hesitation, meeting her gaze. She had thought he would wait, or stutter. Or that he would try to hide his niece and nephew’s names under some lie. But the look in Aemond’s eyes told her that it was an honest answer. The revelation made her loathe Aegon even more.
Visenya stood with a loud splash, the barely warm water falling in rivulets from her body. She carefully stepped out of the bath, paying attention to the pools that formed at her every step, as not to fall. She walked over to a chair, where a discarded robe layed. Her or Aemonds it did not matter. The Princess turned, she took note of the pathway of wet footprints she left behind, of the disgusting water in the bath, of the two men, who just stood in silence, each trying to understand what to do, what just happened and how to treat her.
<<Ser Edric>> She called, her voice strong and unwavering, the knight turned, bowing lightly and fighting to keep his gaze on her face, and not on the thin fabric glued to her soaking skin. <<Send word to the dragon-keepers to unchain Sunfyre, and free him from the pit>> The knight was about to argue, to voice out what a questionable choice this was, but she dismissed any and all argument with a <<now>> spoken in a tone that left none.
She turned towards the balcony, a small thing that faced the city below. Two glass doors separated it from the room, two glass window-doors that filled the bedchambers with light. She walked over it, thinking that any other day she would have preferred the view from her own balcony on Dragonstone, her perfect view of the Narrow Sea from the top of the sea dragon tower. But in that moment, as she opened the doors and saw the great dome of the dragon pit she decided that for today, this was the only thing she wanted to see.
As Visenya passed the doors and walked into the balcony she let out a silent call, it was all that it took. Moments later she was joined by her husband, still deep in his thoughts and worry, all of which she was sure were not for her, and by Balerion, who perched himself on a turret just in front of her.
<<Ossenagon*>> She said to the large dragon. There was no need to specify who, or what. Visenya knew the dragon understood perfectly, their bond too deep. His intelligent eyes drifted from her, to the man behind her, growling, a warning, they both knew, then towards the pit. Aemond dared closer, placing both hands on the stone handrail trapping her between it and his body, <;<Visenya>> he said, a plea and a warning both. She listened to none as rider and dragon waited.
Balerion kept staring at Aemond the whole time, perhaps, Visenya thought he sensed her husband's bond with Vhagar, longing for times passed, perhaps he had yet to decide whether he trusted him at all. She herself didn’t know. She wished she had more time to come to a conclusion.
*kill
She let out a fatigued breath when she saw the distant form of Sunfyre take to the skies. Balerion followed, faster than any being his size should be able to. Visenya didn’t need to voice any more commands, to ask out loud. They both were a presence in the back of each other's mind, knowing each and every dark corner, every thought and feeling, feeding on that.
So she did not have to tell him to make sure Aegon watched, to wait until he could see Sunfire begin his descent to meet his rider, to attack. And to take his time.
Visenya knew everyone watched, she knew it in the shouts of warning when they saw the golden beast exit the pit, in the shouts of terror when they saw Balerion’s monstrous frame stalking him. There were not anymore people living from the time Maegor the Cruel reigned, when he used her dragon to mercilessly end any and all attempts at rebellion from his nephews. Yet in those shouts of warning she heard the memory still, the knowledge of stories passed from parent to child. About dragons being dismembered in the skies.
She knew it also when she heard the distinct, unequivocable shriek of Caraxes perched somewhere in the roof of the keep, a warning, or an encouragement.
She and Aemond watched in silence as Balerion reached the smaller dragon. So many times smaller that her mount easily grabbed him with one of paws. She heard the horrendous shriek Sunfyre let out as Balerion started the onslaught, biting away the golden creature piece by piece.
<<This is not how I had hoped it to end>> She said to her husband, whose one eye was wide open in shock and awe, <<but I wish your brother to feel what I did, what my mother did, when we watched Luke fall dead in the yard>> Aemond said nothing, he just stared at the skies in front of them.
She couldn’t even call it a fight. It was just Balerion and his hunger for battle, her dragon and the pain they shared, ripping away flesh and bone. Turning her sorrow into physical pain. She had read in her childhood that no weapon could harm a full grown dragon, that their scales were so hard that no weapon could pierce it, yet Balerion was eating away Sunfyre’s flesh like butter.
And in the distance, she swore she felt Aegon’s horrified stare. Visenya wished she could actually see his face, to see if his eyes mirrored the pain and shock that had been in hers earlier.
Whatever was left of her uncle’s magnificent golden beats was just bits and dark blood staining the ground by the pit.
Save for the head. They found the severed head of Sunfire some time later, dropped on the balcony by Daemon and Rhaenyra’s quarters. It was, perhaps, Balerios’s way to show her parents that he had claimed revenge for their fallen son.
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Daemon had called a war council. He was in pain like all of them, but in a way he was relieved. Relieved because now he was free to pursue his original plan, to wage the war he had been planning ever since they got news of the late King’s death.
He demanded Aemond to be there as well.
Part of her did not expect her mother to be present. Rhaenyra was still in shock, her body was trembling slightly, still trying to cope with the fact that her child, her baby, had been brutally killed. And surely she was now beginning to understand that the chain of events that was unfolding might claim more than just one of her children.
<<If any of you wish to declare for that cunt>> Began Daemon, staring at her husband. He was addressing the entire room, but in truth they knew the question was spoken to one man only, <<speak now, man up and claim an honorable death>> her father would not restrain himself any longer. <<or know that you shall die screaming>> Aemond stiffened, caught up in a mess he could not untangle by himself.
Visenya herself didn’t know what to do, Aemond was her husband, he had been decent enough towards her, had seemingly forgotten about his quarrel with Luke over the time they had been married, as he promised he would. But he was Aegon’s brother, he had been in Storm’s End with the goal to win its support for his brother, he had no love for her mother. She supposed he himself did not know what to do, trapped in the enemy’s den. Prisoner, in a way.
<<I had no love for Lucerys>> He quietly said, returning Daemon’s stare, unafraid <<I hated him, for what he did, and I will not mourn him. He had a debt to repay>> with one swift movement he slid the eyepatch off his head, throwing it unceremoniously on the table right in front of them. The room went silent, at one point in their life all the present have heard of the night Luke cut one eye off Aemond’s head, some had been present, but seemingly they had forgotten perhaps the extent of the cut. <<Yet the gods themselves curse the kinslayer. Bastard or not, Lucerys was my kin, and would not have perished on my order, or by my hand>> Aemond wasn’t scared of her father. Whether it was a good thing or bad, madness or courage, she did not know. <<I will not fight my half sister>> He said, quietly, as the entire room let out the breath they had all been holding, <<But my brother shall not perish under my blade either>> Aemond was buying time, for himself and for his family. It annoyed her deeply, so much so that she wished to turn around and hit him until she could beat sense.
But wouldn’t she do the same, was she in his shoes? Wouldn’t she try to do it all to save her family ? Eve the brother whom she knew Aemond bore no real love for?
The council went on, Daemon seemed satisfied enough, for now, about her husband’s response. He wanted Aemond in the fight, or out of it entirely. And with no dragon left on Aegon’s side, she thought it didn’t really matter what Aemond chose between his two options.
Her father planned his battle, he wanted to gather the riverlands’ armies and wait out for the northerner’s host at Harrenhall, he would move to the Westerlands and Casterly Rock. A bold plan. A quick war, he had called it, now that the usurper had no dragons.
None mentioned Sunfire’s slaughter.
<<You shall not take action, or give orders, until my mother approves>> Visenya said to her father. It was a great strategy, but to end this war before it even started, she knew they had to get Aegon’s head mounted on a spike. There was no need to sacrifice a soldier's life. Even rebellious ones.
And everyone knew Aegon wouldn't flee to the Westerlands. Not with Borros Baratheon so close to give him shelter, or safe passage to Oldtown.
<<We will not waste time, or shy away from war now that we have the advantage>> Shouted Daemon. He never addressed her that way. He never raised his voice to her, not once. Yet she understood in that moment, that like Balerion, Daemon was bred for war, for battle and blood. He wouldn’t sit still.
<<I am the heir to the Iron Throne>> She remained calm, didn’t allow her temper to bleed in her tone, <<and with no Hand named, I speak with the Queen’s voice. You will do as I command until my mother orders otherwise.>> The room went silent as her tone left no room for arguments, and no one dared challenge her.
<<If we unleash the dragons across the realm, Westeros will burn>> She reminded him of her mother’s own words, of her warning, back on Dragonstone, <<and then in the eyes of the people Rhaenya swore to protect we shall not be any better than the kinslayer, or then Maegor the Cruel>> Daemon looked away, unable to deny the truth she spoke.
<<Aegon would flee to Storm’s End, retreat there, or book safe passage to Oldtown, to his uncle>> She said, looking at the maps in front of her, <<and I had promised Borros Baratheon fire and blood if he rebelled>> Visenya said, when they began discussing how to best deal with the the rebellious lords. She focused her gaze and mind on those maps and scrolls.
Aegon had vanished, surely he had a plan, surely he had allies inside their very walls that helped him leave unnoticed. He likely planned on leaving atop Sunfire. He voiced her concerns, commanding to find and question those people.
She was about to speak again, when he doors of the council chambers opened to let in her mother, <<Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, the first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm>> ser Harrold announced.
The Queen walked in the council stoically, the image of a monarch ready to take the reins of their kingdom. It was almost as if her sweet boy hadn’t been killed hours before. Almost, because the only thing betraying her was the red rim around her eyes.
Rhaenyra sat in her high chair at the head of the table, and demanded to be made aware of her husband scheming and planning. She listened to all, the reassurance of victories, the doubts and the admonishments. Then, as Alicent Hightower entered the room with her two children she froze. And she felt Aemond’s hand grip her wrist in a silent plea. She was about to speak when Helaena, sweet Helaena, sprinted towards her and engulfed her sister in a tight hug.
Helaena, who recoiled each and every time someone as much as got inches close to her, who oftentimes receded in her own mind, preferring her own company to that of anyone, hugged Rhaenyra like the world depended on it. After a long moment Rhaenyra cupped the younger girl's face and willed a small, sad smile to grace her features, <<my sweet sister>> Visenya swore she heard her whisper.
<<As I mourn the death of my son>> The Queen began, her tone strong, unfaltering. Aemond's grip tightened again after being loosened at Helaena show of affection. <<I wish to remind all of you that those were the action of one man, a kinslayer, someone whose name shall be cursed by men and gods alike>> There it was, her mother’s fire, she exchanged a glare with Daemon, <<and my beloved siblings had nothing to with his actions>> Aemond loosened the grip, but his fingers remained on her skin. <<The Queen Dowager, my sweet sister Helaena and her children will be accompanied by the Ladies Baela and Rhaena to the Eyrie, alongside my younger sons where they will wait out the storm with my cousin, Lady Arryn, in the safety of the Vale.>> Visenya understood the silent threat, not to Helaena or her children, never to the innocent, the victim perhaps of Aegon as well, but to Alicent.
<<I will fly to Storm’s End, mother, with a small garrison to mind the castle once I regained it for you>> And to find Aegon and bring you his head, or his location, she didn’t need to say. Her mother nodded, and the discussion went on, on whether or not it would be wise to move for the westerlands, or any other lands ruled by rebellious lords, or if it was wiser to defend the capital, should armies be on the march already.
In the end Jace would fly northwards once more, his dragon faster then any raven, to meet the norther host, commanded by lords he had met and befriended during his stay in Winterfell, and settle them within the walls of Harrenhall, were they would be ready to be summoned, and joined by any host the Vale and Riverlands could spare.
The room began slowly to empty, each single person eager to prepare for the task they were given, <<stay>> Visenya quietly ordered her husband, she moved again towards the table, where the maps were still sprawled. <;<Lord Stark>> She called, <<a word>> the young lord paramount nodded and moved closer. They all sat around the small council table when she did.
Visenya waited for the room to empty completely before she spoke again.
<<I wish you to ready your most trusted men, Lord Stark. Disguise yourselves as begging brothers, merchants, common folks fleeting the upcoming war.. as you see fit. As long as you are no recognised as who you truly are>> She red the question in the eyes if the men in front of her, and spoke again, before they could question, <<you will ride as soon as your ready to Tumbleton, and book passage on a ship on the Mander>> she pushed a purse filled with coin in his direction, <<and sail to Oldtown>>
<<;Oldtown?>> Cregan questioned, confused. He likely thought he would go north, to Harrenhall, or to Storm’s End with her. <<Aye>> Said the princess, <<;Ser Edric of the Queensguard will accompany you>> the knight tensed at her words, <<I am your sworn protector, Princess, I->> began Edric, <<will considerably slow down her march>> cut in Aemond, who was beginning to unravel the knot of her plan.
<<Storm’s End is a fifteen day travel on horseback. On dragonback it takes mere hours. I cannot afford being spotted before I arrive at Borros’s doorstep>> She explained, <<and Balerion can protect me better than any other>> Edric regrettably nodded.
<<And were am I supposed to go, dear wife?>> Asked Aemond turning towards her. The light from the large windows hit the sapphire in his eye socket, and splintered in tiny drops of colored lights all over the table. A spectacle to which she saw herself grow accustomed to, or even grow to love.
<<Oldtown>> Everyone stiffened at the same moment. No one needed to tell her how much of a riks was, to send Aemond right into his uncle’s city, where his brother might be. Where he could scheme her very murder.
<<You shall take Vhagar with you, pretend you escaped. From the moment we all depart, you have 40 days to study the tower, the city and their defenses. Then on the fortieth day you will make sure Lord Stark’s small host makes it into the Hightower with Ser Edric>> It was a wild bet, a risk she hoped was calculated.
<<And then when I arrive on the next morrow, and land palerion on top of that tower, you will and me the city, and your brother should you find him there>> Aemond smirked, that devilish grin he wore in Storm’s End, <<and if I chose to turn my back on you?>> he said caressing her her cheek, <<you will soon receive word of what will befall on Storm’s End>> she said, <<I do not need to remind you that the same fate will fall on you then, and you know Vhagar could not stop us>> and I will have to find myself a new king, was the threat she knew well there was no need to voice.
He didn’t believe she would put Storm’s End to the torch. That was the thought that angered Visenya as she strode towards Balerion’s beach. Each of her steps reflected the anger boiling inside her guts. It didn’t matter if she claimed the largest dragon in the world, bid him to dismember other dragons, she would always be the princess in distress.
How wrong she would prove him to be.
When she reached her black dragon he was already waiting. She allowed herself to take a big breath, before climbing atop Balerion.
The movements were more difficult since she was wearing a suit of armor, her suit of armor, a gift from her father upon learning she would fly Balerion to the Stepstones, to keep her safe and protected, he said.
Bidding goodbye to her parents and siblings had been the worst task she had faced yet in her life, knowing that there was no certainty that she would ever see them again. Seeing Aemond fly off had been another punch in the stomach, she didn’t want to know if it was concern over his possible betrayal, or something else.
There was no need to tell Balerion where they were headed, <<īlon gaomagon ziry aōha ñuhoso sir*>>, she swore the dragon groaned in anticipation and excitement then. A terrifying thought, knowing the task she had to complete.
*we do it your way now
The flight was calm and silent, Visenya spent it reminding herself of why she had to do it, reasoning with herself and planning, scheming.
She would make sure her presence was known, when she arrived, she would make sure as many innocent as possible would have time to flee. But she would not leave until Borros Baratheon became ashes amongst a pile of molten stone.
She knew they were close by the change in the air, in the faint smell of saltiness brought by the sea, and in the chillier winds, sea breeze.
Balerion began to glide down, and as he broke the clouds barrier she saw the gargantuan shape of the keep ahead of her, its dark walls black in the night.
She bit Balerion to fly closer, to roar, and to make himself be spotted. And as they flew over the main tower, the noise of her dragon’s powerful wings pumping to keep him in the air, was swallowed by screams.
Shouts of horror, warning and fear swallowed even her thoughts, as they lazily circled the castle. Visenya thought she spotted Borros’s bulky frame on the tower, looking overhead. Or maybe it was just one of the guards from his garrison. She hoped it was the Stormlord.
She waited, as she had previously decided, for the stream of people to be far from the gates, amongst them servants, soldiers, and well dressed ladies, hurled on horsebacks, the Baratheon daughters, probably. Only a few soldiers armed with bows remain, in the vain hope of striking true and bringing down the princess atop the dragon. The fools didn’t even realize that if they were to succeed, then nothing would stop Balerion from leveling down the entire keep, and the rest of the Stormlands. Guilty and innocents alike.
She circled the castle once again, bracing herself from the order she was about to give. Balerion waited for each soldier to shoot their arrow, so that once he stopped they wouldn’t have time to nock another.
When the arrows flew, he roared, a sound that chilled even her blood in her veins.
Visenya bit the dragon to alt, his great wings, so large that he could cast a shadow over the entire King’s Landing when he soared overhead, were pumping to keep them steady. Her arms began to burn a little, having to keep herself steady in the new position. She gripped the saddle with her thighs and adjusted her posture, to free her arms of a bit of weight.
<<;Dracarys>> She commanded. and as Balerion opened his maws every sound was engulfed by his dark flames. An eerie light spread all around the fire he was spitting on the main tower of Storm’s End.
The horrified shouts of the soldiers lasted just a moment.
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Fluffy February Day 15 || Quality Time
pairing: hotch x reader
wordcount: 722
contains: food consumption, mentions of alcohol
Aaron’s morning routine was 73 minutes long. He woke up, took an 8 minute shower, then spent 11 minutes getting dressed and waking Jack up. While Jack dressed himself, Aaron would make breakfast for all three of you (17 minutes), and you’d eat as a family at the table (22 minutes, but sometimes longer if you or Jack was having a particularly sluggish morning). The three of you would pile into the SUV (6 minutes, or longer if Jack wants to tie his own shoes), drive Jack 9 minutes to his school, and then head into the office.
Aaron was regimented with his time, yes. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t also generous with it.
“What do you mean we’re going away for the weekend?” You asked Aaron that night when he produced a mystery go-bag he’d packed for you without your knowledge.
“I mean that the soccer season is over, which means no more 7am Saturday wakeups, and I wanted to commemorate the occasion by being lazy in bed with you all weekend with no distractions. Jack’s spending the weekend with his cousins. We all technically exceeded the FBI’s maximum working hours on the last case, so no one is calling us in. It’s you and me and a big comfy bed above a vineyard,” he insists as he shuts his computer down.
“When did you have the time to plan this?” You ask, the grin on your face assuring him that you’re not upset.
“I made the time. You and I need this— some time just us,” he reminds you, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Do you want to see pictures, or do you want to be surprised?”
The pictures, as it turned out, didn’t do the place justice. It was a small little bed and breakfast, set right up on a vineyard, as Aaron had said. There was a wine bar nestled into the small library off of the library, and your room had a spacious sitting area and a jacuzzi tub that you couldn’t wait to take advantage of. It had taken you a couple of hours to get there, so by the time you arrived all you had the energy for was room service and re-runs. You were determined to make the most of it on the second day.
When you wake up, Aaron’s already awake, his cheek propped up on his elbow as he gazes down at you.
“Morning,” you mutter. “What time is it?”
“Quarter past ten,” Aaron whispers back, leaning in to kiss your cheek.
“Why’d you let me sleep?” you ask, rousing awake at that. “We missed the vineyard tour.”
“There’s another one in an hour, hon,” he reminds you. “There’s no rush.”
You’re perplexed by his statement, and get up regardless, changing out of your pajamas and into the casual outfit Aaron’s packed for you. “Do you want to go downstairs, grab a coffee and check out the library?” You ask.
“Sounds perfect,” he agrees, changing quickly and following you down.
The inn seems to be empty except for you both and the two owners, so Aaron pulls you into his lap on one of the vintage loveseats in the library after you’ve pulled a copy of Pride and Prejudice off the shelf. Aaron plucks the books from your hands gently, opening it up and reading it softly to you. You can feel the rumble of the words in his chest as he does so, and it’s enough to practically soothe you to sleep.
“You are too generous to trifle with me,” Aaron reads aloud. “If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged—”
“Oh, Aaron,” you interrupt. “We should probably get going if we want to make that vineyard tour. I’m so comfortable here though,” you lament.
“So, let’s skip it. We can get a tour later tonight or tomorrow before we have to leave,” he assures you, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.
“Who are you and what have you done with my perfectly scheduled husband?” You tease.
He chuckles down at you, shaking his head. “There’s no schedule. Just you and me, that’s what this weekend’s about,” he insists. “As long as you and I are spending time together, I got what I came for.”
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Inumaki Toge x reader
Requested with prompt 8 from "The Opposite of Writer's Block": I vote we make today a pyjama day!
This took a turn in a direction I was not expecting, but hey, who am I to argue with the inspiration? haha.
'I vote we make today a pyjama day!' (Y/N) declared over breakfast, consequently, in their pyjamas. 'There is no way I'm putting a damn uniform on right now.'
'What time did you even get back last night? You can be in bed you know?' Maki's eyes widened at the sight of her classmate, and the dark circles they were wearing.
(Y/N) had been in high demand lately, taking on missions further and further from home, and since they had nowhere but the school to call home, there were many hours of travel between them and home.
'Last night? I think you mean this morning.' Snorted the 1st grade, picking at breakfast. 'Ishiji made me eat on the drive over, he's such a mother hen.'
'For wanting to keep you alive? No offense (Y/N) but you look like crap.' Panda placed a paw on their shoulder, getting a good look at the bags under their eyes. 'You should be in bed, why'd you even get up?'
'Tuna tuna!' Toge agreed.
Running a hand sheepishly through their hair, the sleep deprived sorcerer pulls on a smile. 'I didn't...I didn't want to be lazy.'
'Lazy?!'
'Alright, that's it. Toge, deal with it.'
'Say what?'
Before (Y/N) could bat an eye, Toge had unzipped his collar and leaned over, breathing a single word into their ear so no one else could hear.
'Come.'
They were on their feet and obediently trailing him out of the room, and for once, they didn't try and fight his curse. They're exhausted, and by now everyone can see it, so they resign themselves to allowing Toge to lead them to their own bed.
'You didn't have to use the curse on me, you know? I'd follow you anywhere, for the view if nothing else.'
Toge rolled his eyes, holding the door open for them even as his cheeks turned pink. (Y/N)'s got a habit of being a shameless flirt at all hours of the day, it used to be a general thing, these days, it's rather focused on Toge.
(Y/N) chuckled and flopped boneless onto their bed, scooting pointedly to one side, arms open. 'You coming?'
'Salmon, bonito flakes.'
(Y/N) pouted, curling up around their pillow. They know he's right, he's got class to go to and no excuse to skip it, still...
'I don't want to be alone right now.'
Toge's eyes softened, and what little resolve he had quickly melted as he kicked the door shut without a second though, towing off his shoes to sit on the edge of their bed, sinking his fingers into their silken tresses.
'Kelp.'
'I am not needy, just...don't go, okay? I missed you.'
It's been like this for years, almost since they met, Toge and (Y/N) have been close, leaned on each other through the complete clusterfuck that is living as a Jujutsu sorcerer.
It's toed a very fine line for ages, one neither of them has dared to cross for one reason or another.
Both know the feelings are there, both know that they're mutual, now, they wait for one of them to get sick of waiting.
(Y/N) whines for him to be closer, and Toge obliges, laying down to face them. The space between their bodies feels tiny, and yet it's a chasm neither of them dares reach across.
(Y/N) with their hands cradled to their chest, content to let exhaustion take them, safe in his presence, face rosy, hair dishevelled, dressed in their pyjamas and fluffy socks.
They're so close he can smell their shampoo, feel the warmth of their body, ache for it against his skin, and it's at that moment, that Toge gets tired of waiting.
His hand moves on its own, cupping their cheek, rousing them from barely asleep just in time to gasp as his lips plunged into their, soft, warm, charged with anticipation and desire as all hell breaks loose in their chest.
Kissing comes as naturally as breathing when it comes to him, it's all they can do to relax into him, hands on his chest, tangling in his hair, pulling him closer until the very thought of that chasm between them is gone from their minds.
His lips feel like home, his tongue feels like bliss and all coherent thought is thrown out of the window as he hands hold fast to their waist, and for just a moment, (Y/N) can fantasize that he'll never need to let go.
Toge pulls away only because breathing is a necessity, but he doesn't get to go far as (Y/N) hauls him right back in again, and again, their greed for him feels endless, and it takes everything in him to pull away at all.
When he does, (Y/N) presses their foreheads together, breaths mingling in the tiny space between them as both gasp for air.
'You kissed me...'
'Tuna mayo.'
'Yes I know I kissed you too but-you kissed me first!'
Toge shrugged, shuffling around until he could nuzzle into their collarbone, hiding his face in their chest. 'Kelp.'
(Y/N) giggled, running their fingers through his hair. 'It was about time one of us did it, huh? Thank you.'
'Rice, salmon.'
'Fine, I'll shut up...but Toge? I love you.'
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Before Moon 0 (3/8)
"I was kidding, Snakefur" Oriolespeckle seemed the least bit scared of the way the deputy looked at him with sheer disdain. "but if it makes you feel any better, sure: I'm so sorry for eating the last trout. Let me go make up for it."
And without another word, Oriolespeckle turned around and marched out of the camp grounds. He didn't need to hear what exactly it was that Snakefur snarled in response, all it took was the annoyed tone to make Oriolespeckle purr in amusement.
It's been a fruitless effort lately, to try and reason with Snakefur, or anyone else in this clan for that matter. It seemed as though everyone was far too busy negotiating with the other clans - or talking about said negotiations - to have a little fun. Not that Oriolespeckle didn't care at all, after all an empty fresh kill pile is not a sight to take too lightly, but was it that important? He was hungry, prey is meant to be eaten, and he could always bring back more.
Unlike a certain other clan right now, he thought.
His mind wandered, and wouldn't you know it, he found himself right on the pathway toward the brook, the current line between clan life and pure chaos. Though it wasn't too long before he heard a couple of pawsteps approaching from behind him. He turned around to a rustling of bushes, soon seeing a familiar, tabby face poke out.
"Hey!", the she-cat spoke up, "I heard you and Snakefur arguing."
Oriolespeckle gazed at her, his clanmate Bouncerise, with a bit of confusion as she stepped out to approach him, not long before he felt the undying urge to complain.
"Can you believe him? He treats me like a lazy kittypet that does nothing but sleep and eat the pile empty, despite the fact I'm bringing home more prey than him!" He got louder as he voiced his thought about the deputy, though Oriolespeckle hardly cared right now. The two of them were out of earshot by now anyway.
Bouncerise tilted her head to the side, looking at him. "He really lets being the deputy get to his head. You know he tried to schedule me for the dawn patrol on both sides of the territory a few days ago? And when I told him, he hissed at me and told me to be more respectful!" She stopped for a moment, to scratch herself behind her ears. Oriolespeckle stopping as well, waiting for her while she added: "He can't take criticism!"
The two resumed walking through their hunting grounds, still not doing what Oriolespeckle said he would since the two of them foudn themselves a little caught up in the topic. Lately, Oriolespeckle had noticed, it seemed that Bouncerise took an interest in him. Not a romantic one, at least as far as he could tell. It was a little strange, the two of them had barely talked since back when they were apprentices. They grew into different circles within their clan, naturally. But as the times changed further, it seemed nobody could ahndle being around Bouncerise anymore. Her need to stand up against the authorities of her clan got on the other cats' nerves, whether or not she made good points.
It was all right to Oriolespeckle, however. He had found himself in a similar situation, so having a cat around to talk to was nice, even if most they did was talk in union about how annoying the leader and the deputy were.
They had reached the brook, an ever so streaming body of water that had turned dark over the past moons. The storms and floods have turned it to rushing water at most hours, leaving barely any fish to be caught, though occasionally one would be washed down here, already dead. To his clan's leader, this brook was a symbol of victory, of justice. To Oriolespeckle it was just a useless brook though. Sniffling around for any dead crowfood fish, he found nothing. Curiously, he turned his attention toward Bouncerise, as she stepped away, seemingly. Then, she leapt over the brook, only barely scrambling as her hind paws almost landed her in the water. She looked over her shoulder at Oriolespeckle, a daring look on her face.
"Come on, we wanna make Snakefur proud, don't we?"
Oriolespeckle, he couldn't deny, was surprised and a bit shocked. "You... you want to hunt on the other side?"
"Obviously." Bouncerise rolled her eyes. "Why shouldn't we? They have a smaller offshoot on their side, maybe we'll find some fish there."
Oriolespeckle scraped at the ground with his paws, uncomfortable. "... Yeah, but they already have problems with their prey, don't they?"
"And are they the clan proficient in catching fish?" Bouncerise replied to his question. "Our fresh kill pile is getting smaller too. It's not our fault if they don't learn how to hunt in the brook." With a less exasperated tone, she added: "You don't have to come if you don't want."
He felt dared, though a bad feeling crept up on him. However... Bouncerise had a point, hadn't she? Sure, he could go and find something, but it would take forever, and however good it is, Snakefur would still moan and complain. Best to get it over with quickly, right? And maybe she was right, and there were perfectly fine fish going to waste over there that could feed Rindlewater, Plumberry, or the newly expecting queen Thornshine!
Oriolespeckle looked her in the eyes, a serious gaze. Then mimicked her actions from before, taking a few steps back before accelerating his tempo. With a large jump, he found himself next to Bouncerise, across the brook.
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2023 Bahamas Cruise, Part 18, Apr. 12. Weather hold on Long Island.
What do you do when the water is this clear and calm? Jump in!
Bahamas are not all beaches, pina coladas and “green flash” sunsets.
After these two flat calm days, the next two days we were surrounded by storms from a stalled cold front. Miami flooded with 8” of rain in two days. Yet, we never really got rain.
Easter Sunday, I dropped off Nancy at the closest dinghy dock to St. Joseph’s Anglican/Episcopal church in Thompson Bay. You can just barely see it in the background behind her. Around fifty people were in attendance. She had met most of them during our time on the Island. A much more reserved service, than last years service in Black Point. No tambourines, no kids choir, and a third the time. Fifty/fifty men and women, where Black Point was a high majority of women.
After dropping Nancy off, I swung by the Thompson Bay Yacht Club. Cruisers over time have set up a small picnic area on shore here, dubbed TBYC. No one was here. Only two of us are anchored in the bay now.
Then I headed back to the boat for boat chores. Took the trash to shore. Filled the water tank using our water maker. Trickle charged the start battery and fixed a thing or two.
Nancy called on the VHF radio for a pick up at Basil’s dock. Once we got back to the boat, we lifted the anchor and headed north. Great wind from the west for sailing on a beam reach. Nancy baked bread while the boat was heeled 10-15 degrees to starboard.
Fresh Coconut cinnamon bread!
Just before the two loaves of Coconut cinnamon bread came out of the oven we sailed over the Tropic of Cancer northbound. Coordinates are displayed on the top left of the chart plotter, N23 26.031 Actual Longitude of the Tropic of Cancer North 23 degrees 26 minutes and 10 seconds.
We anchored off of Simms Settlement on Long Island. That is where you see Nancy jumping off the boat. She paddleboared along the shore. While I made water on the boat.
Nancy caught mid flight playing around and cooling off some.
The next day we dinghied to Simms Government Dock where the mail boat comes in. With a west wind blowing the dinghy against the sharp rocks. I sent Nancy on walk about, while I oared around in the dinghy. She visited the prison and several graveyards. The prison and most buildings in town had outhouses near them. Not sure if either the outhouse or prison have been used in recent history. Think Mayberry RFD, Bahama out island style.
Just before we left for shore another monohull sailboat pulled into OUR anchorage. This is OUR anchorage damn it! As soon as we got back to the boat we pulled anchor and went north around the next point. I had gotten lazy and forgot to check the charts. We went from 7 ft. depth to 5 ft. in a couple of seconds. Oops! I went to idle and started the turn back to deep water. Too late…..squeakkkkk. We had skidded to a stop in pure white sand. Quick check of the shore for current tide. Looks kind of low. Pull up weather app. we are close to low.
Had this been a sailing YouTube channel. All sorts of drama could be made up. Water was flat calm. First dropped the 55 pound anchor and twenty feet of chain that weighs 1 lb. per foot. The chain laid over the top of the anchor in a pile. Had some snacks and a beer. Went swimming. Walked chest deep around the boat. Nancy jumped off the boat and hit bottom doing so. Wind changed 180 degrees and picked up enough to move the boat when we floated free. So pulled in the pile of chain with the anchor suspended above the sand.
Couple of hours later…..we floated free after dark. Waited until 7 ft. showed on the depth finder. Then drop the anchor and chain, then went to bed. Next morning we snorkeled around the boat.
This blue tip crab put up his dukes, when I stopped by. Reviewing weather, anchorages and possible plans we decided to sail back to Thompson Bay. Then rent a car and tour the north end of the island. Wind was on our nose, so we only sailed an hour; then motored to Thompson Bay. In between rain storms we took 4 jerry jugs to Long Island Petroleum for diesel and gas. Had a great talk with Walter Fox the part owner.
On Wednesday when the weather seemed to break. We hiked over the island to the ocean side, then south along the beach for a mile. Then back across the island to the “Sou’ side” (Sound side) of the island. Round trip walking was a little over 3 miles.
We were hot and tired with nothing but photos to show for our beach hike. We are surprised that little to no shells on the reef side of the island. Today though we were both looking for Ambergris. Found lots of tar balls, but no ambergris.
On the way to the dinghy we stopped at the “Sou’ side” bar for a cold Kalik beer and cracked chicken. Then back to the boat.
Rainbow over Salt Pond at the end of the day.
S/V Sea Breeze, Thompson Bay, Long Island, Bahamas.
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Things have been great lately. I just spent my birthday weekend with Baz. It was all so amazing. He just makes me feel so loved it’s insane. He got here Thursday night. We went to sleep pretty soon after that. On Friday, we went to breakfast at my dining hall and then went to the Presidential botanical gardens for a few hours. Afterwards, we went to the mall for a bit. I got some chocolate and then we came back to my dorm and built legos and chilled. On Saturday, we went and got some flowers for the front desk lady of our air bnb. Baz left me at a Starbucks so he could go do some surprise thing for my birthday. He somehow left me at a signing Starbucks where everyone there was signing their order and I had no idea until it was my turn to order and i was super confused as to what the guy was trying to communicate to me. He ended up handing me a board to write my order on. That was definitely an experience. Soon after, he picked me up and we went and checked into the hotel/air bnb. When we got to the room, he had surprised me with a cake and flowers. That gesture meant so much to me. No one has ever put that kind of thought into things for me before. He’s just so good to me. We then got ready soon after that for the concert we planned on going to. He got me tickets to one of my top artists, five finger death punch, and it was amazing. I had so much fun and even though he isn’t a fan of that type of music, he was such a good sport about it. He took tons of pictures and videos for me because he said he knew I wouldn’t since I was enjoying the experience. He just puts so much thought into things and i love and appreciate him for it immensely. After the concert, we tried going to a Buffalo Wild Wings to get some food and watch the ufc fight but it was packed there so we ended up driving back towards our hotel. We ended up finding this spot to get some takeout. We got wings and a chicken sandwich. We took it back to the hotel and ate dinner and then chilled and went to bed soon after. The food was pretty amazing actually. On Sunday, we were pretty lazy all day. I’m pretty sure we didn’t even leave the hotel until like 2/3. When we did, we went back to that one takeout place and got lunch again. This time, we went to the roof top of our hotel and ate lunch together. Then, we went back to the room and chilled for a bit and then got ready for dinner. We went to this super fancy Italian place and it was amazing. The atmosphere was super cool and Baz and I looked amazing. I was in a short, sparkly, cocktail dress and he was in a full suit. The food was great and there were halloween decorations up. Him and I have already decided we want to go back for Christmas time. It was kind of funny though because they served us alcohol thinking we were older simply because of how nicely we were dressed. I thought that was pretty amusing. After that, we walked around a bit and then drove to the monuments. We got pictures in front of the Lincoln but we were both pretty tired so we went back to the hotel. We got a few more pictures there and then went to bed. I honestly clonked out. Normally, we’d talk and hangout for a bit, but not last night, I was gone. This morning, Baz woke up and felt horrible. He had been sniffling off and on a little but we wrote it off as seasonal allergies. However, today, he felt fatigue, had a headache, and just felt crappy overall. We were checking out this morning so we had no choice but to get up. Once we got all of our bags packed, I forced him to stop at a CVS on the way to dropping me back off at my dorm. I went inside and got him some cold medicine and then some snacks and drinks for the road. I made sure it was the non-drowsy stuff since I knew he had about 8 hours ahead of him. He dropped me off and then started his trek back home. I went into my room and fell asleep for about 2 hours. I honestly didn’t do anything today, unfortunately. When I woke up, I chilled around all afternoon until I decided to order dinner. GrubHub takes my schools dining card so I used that to place the order.
(Told me my paragraph was too long) I had to wait about an hour before my food got here. When it did, I was standing outside my building. Yet, i never saw my driver show up. I started walking around the buildings near-by hoping they dropped it outside one of them. 15 minutes went by and no luck. My slippers were wet since it had just rained and I was defeated. I reached out to customer service hoping i could get a refund. Instead, she offered to place a new order for me. Luckily, I wasn’t completely starving and knew I could make it another hour. While passing time, I called Theo. Him and I agreed to call on Mondays @ 8pm and I call my sister, Raine, Tuesdays @ 8pm. I just wanted to make sure I make time for the people I love. Anyway, so my food finally gets here and it’s amazing. It was such large portions and it was all so delicious. I’m super glad I got it.
After I finished eating, I called Baz so he could go to bed. I started looking at some of my school assignments and realized I missed this in-class assignment today and sort of flipped out. I just rewatched the lecture I missed and completed the assignment. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t take late work but we’ll see. There was just a lot of stress all at once. I get stressed out easily when I feel like I don’t have enough time and there’s too much to do. I think I need to work on some of my stress handling techniques.
I think that’s it for tonight. Pretty much an update of the past few days. Peace out
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My daughter is almost a year old now. I remember in 2022 when I was pregnant maybe hoping something would happen because things were bad like I had never seen before.
I was working full time until 8 months, I was still expected to cook when I came home and unpack the house on weekends. We had just moved into this house at the end of October and the baby shower was the first Saturday in December.
I was exhausted when I came home, I was working at my old job which was in person at a lab. My legs hurt and I was just exhausted. My husband didn't care, called me lazy and one day I was just too tired to get up and eat so his response was to threaten to call my dad or have me committed, and tried to drag me off the bed.
My husband also told me about a coworker of his who had lost her baby she was a few weeks ahead of me and at 8 months they had decreased movement, went to the hospital, the baby had gotten the cord wrapped around its neck and had somehow died. My husband mentioned this to me and asked me what I'd feel if she died before she was born. Obviously I would've been devastated but he told me he didn't think he'd care much.
I had thought he'd be a good father based on how he seemed with his nieces and nephews and because he had asked and decided he was ready for kids. I'm just dumb. At no point when I sent him stuff about babies and pregnancy did he show any interest or seem to care, same how he did with relationship stuff I also sent him at the beginning of our marriage.
After she was born, I had some problems with her, she'd sometimes wake up, I couldn't calm her down, and it was difficult to wake up with her in the mornings as I'm not a morning person anyways. Sometimes my husband would help but complain and tell me how lazy I was being and how horrible of a mother I was. When she was exactly one month old, this happened and my husband took her and was going to feed her.
He dropped her. She slipped out of his hands onto the tile in the kitchen.
She seemed ok, then an hour later her head was swollen up on the side that hit. I managed to convince my husband to let me call her pediatrician. They saw her immediately. The pediatrician told us she may have a skull fracture and to take her to the children's hospital ER. We did. The whole time I was sitting in the waiting room, my husband was berating me and telling me how lazy I was, how this was my fault, and that I was a terrible mother.
All I remember thinking is I wondered if he did it intentionally or it wasn't as accidental as he said, based on his previous behavior with her and I usually didn't trust him to be alone with her because he couldn't handle her crying. He wasn't really gentle when he held her or tried to calm her if she was crying.
He had also accused me before she was born that I was so lazy and clumsy that I'd drop her.
Turns out after she was admitted that she did have a skull fracture, they determined she didn't need surgery but they kept her there all day for tests, as they have to do a complete work up if a baby under 2 comes to the ER. She was so stressed out she didn't eat the entire time she was at the hospital but she was fine when she got home.
A few weeks later, my husband found out I had been getting delivery orders when he'd go out to play tennis with his best friend. This was with my own money, not his. He came home and threatened to throw us out for the first time. He said many things but what hurt most was when he told me he didn't care anything about our daughter and wanted nothing to do with her, he would just divorce me and go back to his home country.
I thought that was a one time thing until he had me take the remote opportunity from my old job. Then he was complaining I wasnt "doing my duties" and threatening me every week or multiple times a week. He was working two jobs and the stress from that made him pick fights with me for no reason.
I guess though to his credit, he didn't let me do any cleaning, cooking, or anything that involved excessive movement for 8 weeks because I had a C-section. I was shocked but I kind of liked it as the whole marriage he had maybe cooked a meal if I was busy maybe three times by that point. Of course that didn't last.
Now that she's almost a year old, I am very scared about what will happen as he told me he was giving me a "grace period" until she was one year old. Then he expects me to do everything like I always had and take care of her. Also, since I had a C-section, you have to wait at least a year between pregnancies or its another C-section. Since it has been a year now, he has told me he wants to start trying again. I told him he's already a terrible father, there will be no more kids.
I am not sure what's going to happen.
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24 Hour skirt which if I did it all at once would have been about 5-6hrs
Since this was all rectangles I got lazy and cut 8 layers at once, it worked surprisingly well
Giant Pockets! Miles of Sash!
The sash took about 20 minutes to turn out, it was big enough not to be frustrating, there was just a lot of it.
I was debating between pleats and gathering, but pleats seemed too fiddly for the timeframe I was working with so giant zigzag over string gathering was the method of the day.
the waistband of the back piece ties at the front with twill tape
the first seams I did I used an overcast stitch (really must go see if my overlocker still works) and then sewed it flat but for all the rest I did a rolled hem (favorite foot) and strait stitched it together. Less fraying that way.
the front half went much the same as the back, the black panels are there by design, but also because I wanted more skirt volume
I have not mastered the art of buying just enough fabric, I'm either short or I have a meter and a half left over.
I will say this is the least amount of scrap fabric I've ever had on a project (rectangles ftw), corner pieces from the pockets and about 5 inches times the total width because I decided it was too long
The first pic is with a petticoat and the second is without... I don't think it makes much difference. Its just with the amount of fabric in the skirt and the shape of me I don't think I need any assistance with volume.
To make this I skimmed through this video:
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as well as part 2 and then just went for it.
Also pro tip, if the person taking your photos is taller than you get them to sit down. In the first photos we took it looked like I had no neck, no legs and was made of 90% boobs, the ones above are much more like what I see in the mirror.
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THE ROOM BESIDE MINE
Today, I'm eager to recount a recent experience from this morning that felt like living through a horror movie, albeit without a single ghost in sight.
Before delving into the morning experience that has left me somewhat unsettled, I hesitate to label it as a 'nightmare.' This hesitation arises not only because the dream occurred in the early hours, but also because it lacked the typical ghostly or eerie elements. Now, to set the stage, let me provide some context about the room in question.
In my duplex home, my parents' room is on the lower floor, while the room I share with my sisters is situated above. The room I'm referring to, where this unusual dream unfolded, is also on the upper floor. There's a considerable, almost eerie, space between my room and the adjacent one.
This specific room, devoid of windows, is directly connected to the store room. It serves as my haven for writing, Bible studies, and other quiet activities due to its peaceful atmosphere and effective noise insulation.
Currently, with my sister's impending marriage, the room has transformed into a storage space for newly acquired items and gifts, making it appear even smaller and more crowded. Now that you have a visual of the room, let's explore its history before delving into the peculiar dream that transpired.
Alright, so this room doesn't have a big ol' history, but it's got a few weird vibes if you ask me. It all started with my sister having some creepy nightmares in there. She'd talk about getting stuck in her sleep and hearing weird murmurs. Of course, I was the skeptic, telling her it's just a bad dream, no biggie.
Then, my other sister crashed in that room one day because we were too lazy to clean ours. Lo and behold, she goes through the same sleep paralysis gig. We kinda brushed it off, you know, like it's no big deal. I'm not about to call my house haunted or anything serious.
Sure, sometimes when we're chilling quietly in that room, we catch some murmurs. But hey, our neighbors' houses are practically in our backyard, so we always pass it off as the usual neighborhood sounds. If someone drops a glass next door, we're hearing it like it's in our own living room.
Now, with that little backstory, let's dive into the dream I had this morning.
Today during my Bible class, the cold weather made me extra sleepy, making it a struggle to leave my warm blanket. Despite my heavy eyelids, I managed to focus on the lesson and take notes. When the class ended early at 7:30, I set an alarm for 8:00 am, hoping a 30-minute nap would refresh me. I dozed off with my head on the mini desk I use for studying.
Then things took a creepy turn. In a dream, my eyes were open, observing the familiar walls and surroundings. I appeared to be asleep in the same position, head on the mini desk. However, I couldn't move my body or head, and the air felt increasingly heavy.
Panicking, I attempted to scream, but only faint whimpers escaped. My sisters heard them from the other room and rushed to help, finding me seemingly asleep. Unaware that my eyes were open and I was whimpering, they tried to wake me vocally, avoiding shaking me in deep sleep.
Their efforts failed, and summoning courage, I struggled to move my hands. I gestured to my ear and then to them, signaling I could hear. Pointing at my mouth and shaking my palm, I conveyed my inability to speak, tears streaming down my face.
My sisters ran to seek help, and as I whimpered with the hitching breath, I scratched the table violently in a desperate attempt to communicate. Suddenly, my eyes shot open, and I woke up at 7:54, nearly six minutes before the alarm would sound.
In those first moments, like a scared cat, I found myself desperately trying to catch my breath. I kept telling myself it was just a dream. The room, which used to be calm, now felt really scary for some reason. I quickly grabbed my phone and ran out of the room, feeling uneasy and scared.
The experience was really unsettling, but there were no ghosts or anything like that. It made me realize that this was the same thing my sisters had warned me about – sleep paralysis.
I'm not saying there was something evil, but the fact that we all had similar experiences was hard to ignore. There was a strange connection between our encounters, making us all feel vulnerable.
What stood out the most were the weird similarities: we all saw ourselves in the dream in the same position we fell asleep in, our eyes were wide open, and we could see and hear everything, but we couldn't move.
This strange pattern linked our experiences together like a confusing story. I don't want to give it a fancy name, but I can't deny the real fear I felt in those moments. It was a scary experience that went beyond the usual, leaving me really scared.
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May 20th, Ghent
Mom and I both got our beauty sleep in after our travel craziness- 10-11 hours each! Slow start to the morning. I always bring instant Starbucks coffee Vias when I travel because you just never know when you’d rather lay in bed and drink your morning coffee versus having to go buy some. however there isn’t any hot water available to drink in this hotel (no In room coffee maker or microwave, didn’t see any in the lobby or anything either) probably I could have asked for a mug of hot water at the hotel restaurant but I was feeling lazy so I just turned the water in the faucet as hot as it would get, good enough for instant coffee haha. We had a general game plan for the morning, and the first thing we wanted to do was climb the Belfry tower but that didn’t open til 10. we decided to go in the St Baafs Cathedral which is the one right next to our hotel. There is a famous altar painting there called the Altar of the Mystic Lamb, but the rest of the church was very nice and we didn’t feel like paying since the altar wasn’t included in our City Card pass. Then we went to the Belfry! Beginning of a good amount of stairs for the day 🙂 there were several levels of museum exhibits on the history and construction of the tower, and then the top was a little walkway you could get a 360 degree city view. The walkway was absolutely tiny, and Mom and I got stuck behind an older couple who would stop to take photos without ever noticing that if they took two more steps mom and I could also step out and see the view. there was a (tiny) elevator to go up to the top- probably fit 6 comfortably, we had 8 people squeezed inside- but the way down was a really narrow staircase and then a steep, dark, endless spiral staircase with tiny little steps. We both had two hands on the rails the whole way down and luckily did not fall!
Then we walked over to our next stop. We were considering a Belgian waffle for breakfast but mom was tempted by the Apple beignets at the waffle stand, so else ate those: delicious and covered with powdered sugar! After the last beignet was eaten, a huge gust of wind came and blew the entire plate of leftover powdered sugar into my lap, coating my shirt jeans purse and phone with powdered sugar. We have learned our lesson, from now on the powdered sugar on our waffles is gonna stay downwind 😂😂
Our next stop is the Castle of the Counts, Gravensteen. This is a medieval castle exactly as you’d imagine a medieval castle, complete with courtyard, moat, places for soldiers to dump hot oil on you if you attacked, dungeons, torture chambers, fireplaces, tapestries, a bunch of suits of armor and medieval weapons, and dark stone interiors. Was not expecting the audio tour, which was great fun. They handed everyone a remote for the tour and you could listen to a snarky narrator tell stories about the history of the region and inhabitants, along with the most famous tortures and executions. The the narrator described in good humor how the Count Philip died in the Crusades to receive absolution of his sins- after torturing and murdering his wife’s former lover, he must have had a lot of absolution needed 😂
after this it was lunchtime! We decided we were more interested in the view than the specific food, so we sat at a table directly on the river Lys, ordered a beer and pizza. I had a cheery beer served on the rocks- Liefmans. More like a sour than a beer probably, I had it a lot on my last trip to Belgium, though I had a different brand last time that wasn’t on the rocks. pizza was fine, got charged 2.50 for a tiny glass of water. They tried to charge 50¢ for the bathroom too but we pressed on and found a free one later. Oh Europe lol.
after lunch we went for a walk around Ghent, went in some random churches that are probably not famous and we’re pretty enough, then went to take a Boat tour of the river and canals! This was so fun and beautiful. Made me glad to have my sun hat! we went into more of the actual city center, which now I want to go sit at for dinner, and learned about the historical trade and shipping in Ghent and some information about different eras in history. the tour guide repeated everything he said in Dutch first, then French, than English. Understood very little of the Dutch- occasionally a name or a cognate. Probably understood about 80% of the French (my speaking is terrible because I’m out of practice- I can read French very well. I was pleasantly surprised how much I could understand of the spoken French, though he was speaking slowly) and then last in English. the trilingual tour guides are very impressive but I always feel I might have learned more from the tour if he was just speaking English and he hadn’t had to spend time repeating himself twice for each thing he wanted to say.
after the 45 minute boat tour in the sun we were ready to drink some free water and take a little catnap, so we made our way back to the hotel. I decided to get some international data for my phone- to think last time I was in Europe I did it completely phone less and this time I break down and buy data after 36 hours 😂
post nap, we decided to check out the food truck festival that our hotel check in desk had told us about- which was possibly the reason for the absolutely crazy amount of people around this weekend. found a section of a bunch of international food trucks and enjoyed a meal that was delicious but really did not go together well of falafel, Indian butter chicken, and some Indonesian egg rolls. Then we wandered around the city some more, back to some of the beautiful areas we had see from our boat tour. We sat along the River and people and boat watched for a while, then moved down the River for an evening Aperol Spritz on the water. Did some more meandering on our walk back home and now about ready to call it for the day 🙂
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