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isuckatwritingsobenice · 3 months

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Infernal Shadows 03

Synopsis: Being one of the most powerful overlords in Hell, you like to keep up with colonies and overlord plans. Recently with the new extermination date out, you hold your annual gala sooner than usual. You hadn’t expected to get in the middle of the already heated feud between the Radio Demon and the head of Vox Tech.

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used for the reader, mentions of blood, voodoo?, Angel Dust being a horn-bag, Reader is referred too as Madame to the public. Vox and Alastor feud because I live for it. Carmilla and Velvet feud because I also live for that. I also really favor Zestial for some reason as a calm mediator.

Song for this chapter: Ludwig van Beethoven’s Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61

A/N: Thank you all so much for your positive feedback & feedback in general on the last two posts!! I really didn’t think this would catch so much attention but I’m so glad people like it. For some reason Tumblr’s being weird and doesn’t want to let me tag certain people, I don’t know why but if anyone does please let me know because I really don’t like that ;/ But I hope you all enjoy this chapter!! Please note that some blogs cannot be tagged, so I recommend checking this post and to check your settings to make sure I can tag you! If anything I can always just message you when the next chapter comes out, and yes I am making this series longer :) it’ll also be posted on my Wattpad soon!

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Engaging with guests throughout the night had become an exhausting endeavor, and a part of you yearned for the solace of your absence. Nevertheless, you maintained the façade, acknowledging every sinner whose smile dripped with crimson mischief. Having greeted each guest, you discreetly slipped into a shadowed corner, your shadows enveloping your figure quickly, seamlessly disappearing from the expansive room in mere seconds and emerging into an intimate gazebo outside, meticulously arranged beneath the sweeping branches of a weeping willow, you marveled at its unique ambiance. Unlike the earthly counterparts that stood white, the willow in your realm bore a deep crimson hue, its leaves adorned with a subtle, luminous sheen. A gentle smile graced your lips as you leaned against the sturdy black iron railing, delicately cradling a piece of the weeping willow between your fingertips. In the distance, the grand mansion hosting the gala loomed, its opulence contrasting with the simplicity of your secluded retreat. Despite the awareness of etiquette dictating against leaving guests unattended, the need for a mental break led you to this haven, a safe space for you. Reflecting, you acknowledged a desire for better preparation and rehearsal with the shadows, realizing the repetitiveness of conversations with the familiar sinners had rendered the night somewhat lackluster. It almost felt like you had come out of hiding for nothing. Quite the disappointment.

You sigh, massaging your temples, the lace fabric on your fingertips only slightly soothing the growing headache. However, not too far behind, you hear the sound of soft grass. You straighten up and turn around, seeing none other than your long time friend Zestial, who just smiled, nodding at you.

“Why art thou out here all alone on this crimson night?” Zestial inquired, standing by your side with his back against the railing. You resumed your original position, taking a moment to appreciate his father. Mentally noting how much of your grandfather Zestial reminded you of, you kept the sentiment unspoken.

Tonight, Zestial adorned himself in an outfit resonant with his time period, preserving his distinctive color scheme. A dark, meticulously tailored coat with lime green accents draped over his slender frame, capturing the essence of his demonic class. The cloak, adorned with lime green spider webs, unveiled a mesmerizing display when unfurled—his lime green eyes radiating, the upper pair embellished with vivid red irises. Instead of the customary big top hat, Zestial selected a smaller, more appropriate hat with a touch of flair. Dark as the shadows you command, it featured a light grey patch at the front and was finished with a grey-colored skull and a lime green and red-striped feather on the right side, adding a distinctive touch that mirrored his nature.

“Why art thou out here all alone on this crimson night?” Zestial repeated, shifting toward you a bit. Yet you resumed your original position, savoring the quiet ambiance before finally answering him. “What shall we discourse upon during our repast this eventide?” Zestial asked. Though his wording occasionally posed a challenge for others, having grown up in a family of eloquent speakers, you easily deciphered his intent. Something he truly appreciated. Though he was learning to speak more ‘modern’, or as modern as he could be.

“Quite unsure of that. Everything is changing, and I fear I might be left behind,” you expressed bluntly. Zestial sighed in response, a mix of understanding and concern evident in his lime green eyes.

“Madame, thou art timeless,” Zestial said with a bow, his cup proofing into smoke. “I pray thee, vex not thyself o’er so trivial a matter,” he added, his words resonating with both reassurance and genuine care.

You nodded, handing him a card. His surprised expression upon finding two cards instead of one didn’t escape you. “What manner of thing is this?” Zestial inquired, prompting you to summon a shadow for yourself, knowing he would find his own means back to the Gala.

“Carmilla. I am no fool to the both of you,” you said, amusement coloring your words as Zestial shook his head.

“Thou dost astonish me on every occasion,” Zestial remarked, standing by your side as you walked into your portal. Two seats vanished, leaving four empty seats at your table and six occupied.

In your study, you floated scripts in front of you, checking off names on the table list for tonight. With a few overlords left to choose from, Alastor and Charlotte secured seats based on trust and connections. Vox, Zestial, and Carmilla, an unspoken but potent couple, promised intrigue. Reconsidering Velvet for her potential devolution, you weighed each decision with strategic acumen.

Valentino, the Von Eldritch twins, and other weaker options were dismissed, maintaining a careful balance of power and influence. As you weigh the option of inviting Rosie to the gathering, her unpredictable nature adds a layer of excitement and potential surprise to the upcoming discussions. However, this unpredictability could also introduce challenges, creating an air of uncertainty around her contributions. Hopefully with Alastor around, she’d feel more inclined to behave. You check her name off the list.

In considering Stolas, the Goetia prince, his personal issues and tarnished reputation pose significant hurdles. Divorcing from his wife, sleeping with an imp for fun, as well as losing control of his daughter on Earth, it all seemed too risky to get involved with. While his wisdom and influence could contribute positively, the shadows of his struggles may complicate the dynamics, stirring potential conflicts and requiring delicate handling. Someone might get out of line with a comment towards him. His power was incredibly useful, but not worth the risk.

Husk’s transformation from a former overlord to a bartender signals a decline in power and status. While his laid-back demeanor might bring a sense of unpredictability, his diminished influence raises questions about the relevance of his involvement in the current political landscape of hell. Though he was your friend, you needed to keep your reputation pristine.

As the you contemplate the overlords assets, a mix of excitement, caution, and uncertainty envelops the decision-making process. Each overlord’s potential positive contributions are balanced by the looming negatives.

“Madame?” One of your shadows materialized, prompting a nod for them to proceed. “There seems to be some trouble in the lobby between the guests. What would you like us to do?” it inquired. A grimace crossed your face, hoping the disturbance wouldn’t mar your night. “Let me handle it,” you declared, snapping your fingers, causing the script to vanish. The shadow nodded, blending back into a wall for you to step through.

Upon reappearing, you assumed the form of a taller shadow. The room surrounded by guests revealed Vox, Velvet, Alastor, and Carmilla standing in the middle. Zestial, seemingly composed, stood close behind Carmilla, observing the situation. Carmilla appeared visibly upset, with Velvet in proximity, a pointed finger dropping as soon as she noticed your arrival. Alastor maintained his usual wide smile, though it bordered on the eerie, revealing a glimpse of his gums. The scene unfolded, presenting a potential challenge to the serene atmosphere you aimed to maintain during the gala.

Everyone seemed to stop, slowly turning toward you to see your face. Except there was no expression, just the large shadow you had taken form of. In seconds the shadow disappeared, leaving you in the fog, the expression on your face anything but calm.

"Madame I-" Velvet began, but her words were halted by the sight of your lace glove, your hand rising to silence her. Approaching the overlords, you spoke with an air of cold authority.

"My quarters. Now," you commanded, and with a snap of your fingers, smoke enveloped your spot as you vanished. Shadows materialized around the overlords, guiding them to your quarters, leaving the stunned guests in the lobby.

"Well, that was interesting," Valentino remarked.

In your study, the overlords found you seated in your tall, black chair. Its ebony surface featured intricate carvings of black glass, elegant swirls, and patterns tailored to your essence, creating an atmosphere of undeniable authority and refinement.

"I hope you all had fun acting like children," you chided sternly. The overlords lined up, forming a unified front. Leaning against the right side of your chair, you crossed your legs, elbow on the armrest, pinching the bridge of your nose with a sigh. Annoyance laced your words as you questioned, "What did you feel the need to argue about now?" Before Velvet, Vox, and Carmilla could respond simultaneously, you halted them. "One at a time. I'd assume you all handle this like adults, if you even can." The tension in the room hung thick as the overlords awaited their turn to address your inquiry.

“She wants me at her table Vaggie! Me!” Charlotte said excitedly. Vagatha just smiled.

“That’s good! Now you can tell them about the hotel, and maybe someone will be interested.” Vagatha said, and Charlotte just nodded.

“Maybe they-“ Charlotte stopped, observing as people began to crowd around the center of the lobby. Charlotte and Vagatha stood from their spots at the bar to walk toward the center, where the overlords stood. Velvet and Vox were next to each other, while Carmilla, Alastor and Zestial were across. Carmilla and Velvet were face to face. “What’s going on?” Charlotte asked as Vagatha and her pushed their way through the crowds of people.

“Come on, Carmilla, always the mood-killer,” Velvet scoffed, a disrespectful tone tainting her words. Carmilla shot her a stern look, ready to assert her authority.

“Watch that tongue, Velvet. I will not let your insolence slide,” Carmilla retorted, attempting to rein in the escalating tension.

Vox, ever the smooth talker, chimed in, “Ladies, ladies, let’s not turn this into a drama fest. We’re all here for a reason.” Vox said, sternly giving a tight lipped smile to Velvet, silently telling her to keep her shit together.

Carmilla shot a glare at Velvet, who replied with a defiant smirk, “Drama or not, Vox, some of us aren’t here for the ballroom charm.”

Alastor, drawn to the brewing chaos, couldn’t resist adding his flair, “Well, well, a bit of spice never hurt a party, does it?”

Carmilla, unfazed by the chaos, spoke with a calm authority, “Velvet, your insolence is unnecessary. This is not a playground; it’s a gathering of overlords. Act accordingly.”

Velvet, seemingly undeterred, shot back with a dismissive laugh, “Poor Grandma, always trying to play the responsible one. Maybe loosen up a bit? Have a drink will you?”

Vox, ever the smooth talker, added with a slick comment, “Perhaps we can focus on the matters at hand. Save the theatrics for later ladies.”

Alastor, intrigued by the unfolding drama, simply grinned, “Oh the picture box has spoken! Quite intriguing.” The room continued to buzz with tension as each overlord, except Rosie, added their own flavor to the brewing turmoil. As the tension thickened, Vox, with a sly grin, couldn't resist adding his own slick comment to the mix.

"Ah, Alastor, the radio days were quaint, but it seems you're a bit outdated. Television is the future, perhaps you should tune in sometime," he quipped with a wink, the words delivered with a calculated smoothness. The room momentarily hung in a charged silence before the verbal sparring resumed, adding another layer to the complex interplay of personalities at the gala.

With Vox's comment about Alastor being outdated sinking in, the radio demon responded with a sly grin, sharp teeth on display, his eyes displays dials, as the rooms lights began to deepen, "Ah, Vox, your television endeavors are impressive, but remember, I'm not just audible; I'm unforgettable. A little screen time won't change that," he retorted, “This face was made for radio.” He said with a grin, tilting his head to the side, a sharp snap in his neck, his words carrying a mix of amusement and confidence. The verbal exchange between the two overlords added another layer to the already charged atmosphere, each comment becoming a piece in the intricate puzzle of conflicts and egos at the gala.

“See what you did grandma, now you’ve got the two of them fighting.” Velvet said, pointing a finger into Carmella’s chest. She scoffed, shoving her away.

“Don’t you dare get disrespectful on me you brat.” Carmilla said, beginning to heat up with anger.

That's when Madame stepped in, reappearing in the form of a taller shadow, casting a lengthened silhouette in the room brimming with guests. Vox, Velvet, Alastor, and Carmilla found themselves at the center of the unfolding tableau, and Zestial, seemingly composed, lingered just behind Carmilla, quietly observing the escalating drama. Carmilla's visage betrayed a hint of distress, her pointed finger lowering as she registered your reappearance. Alastor, with his trademark grin, bordered on eerie, revealing a glimpse of his gums. The unfolding scene disrupted the serene atmosphere you had meticulously aimed to maintain during the gala, presenting an unexpected challenge.

A hush fell over the room as everyone turned their gaze toward you, anticipating your reaction. However, your face remained expressionless, concealed within the depths of the large shadow you had taken form of. In mere seconds, the shadow dissipated, leaving you in a misty veil. Yet, beneath the calm exterior, a storm brewed, ready to challenge the delicate balance of the evening.

Now, here you all were, sitting in the study after Carmilla had explained the situation.

“Madame, with all due respect,” Carmilla spoke, looking down. “I truly do not believe Velvet is mature enough to be at our table tonight.” Carmilla said.

“Are you questioning my judgment?” You asked sharply, to which Carmilla stiffened quickly, shaking her head then.

”No Madame, I would never-“

“Then do not say foolish things.” You said. Sighing, you shut your eyes, feeling the weight of the situation. Tonight sensitive information would be revealed and Carmilla did have some point here. Velvet clearly could not hold her tongue.

”Vox, control your associate please, or you both will be cut from the dinner tonight.” You said finally, to which he nodded nervously.

“Of course Madame.” He said, nodding to you.

“I wasn’t finished.” You said, looking to Alastor.

“I want none of this technology talk either.” You spoke, staring at Alastor who just smiled with lidded eyes. You knew he was very much upset, but you had forbidden anyone to fight in your home, anyone but you of course. “You all will act like mature adults wether you like it or not. I am not your guardian, I should not be having this conversation with overlords who should know better.” You said, standing. ”Now, all of you, out.” You said, snapping your fingers. Quickly the shadows began to move, ushering everyone out of your study. Everyone except Carmilla. “Not you.” You said to her, Zestial nodding to you and her as he stepped out, giving you both privacy.

“Madame, I didn’t mean what I said-“ Carmilla said quickly. You waved her off, straightening yourself out.

“Nonsense Carmilla, I know you meant well.” You said with a stoic expression. You sit back down, crossing your legs and snapping your fingers to form a chair in front of your desk, ushering her to sit. “I wanted to speak to you about your weapons.” You stated. At this her eyes went wide, before dropping again.

“Oh, very well then. What would you like to know?” She asked. You grinned, before standing again.

“Well, how much would I need to give you for you to make me a personal bayonet?” You asked. She went silent for a moment, before answering.

“Nothing at all Madame.” She said, standing to look at you. “May I ask what for?” She questioned. You shook your head.

“No, just to have on display. I want a new one, the old one I have is quite out of style for me.” You replied. She just nodded, before you waved to her, sitting back down and summoning a script again. “You may go now, and please, do not argue with children.” You commented. She just smiled and nodded, leaving you to your own vices.

It was half-past eleven, five minutes till the midnight bells chime. Everyone in the lobby was beginning to get excited for the entertainment you had planned for the night. Oh, you knew you would not disappoint.

“Madame would like everyone to accompany her on a journey tonight. She has sent me to retrieve you all. She would like to formally welcome you to tonight’s entertainment.” The large shadow said, standing from the topic of the stairs. Behind it was a large portal. It stepped backwards, into the portal, and nodded for the guests to start coming through.

The custom-built coliseum stands as a testament to Madame's vision, a grand fusion of opulence and dark elegance. The circular structure boasts towering columns, but instead of conventional pillars, thick chains rise, intricately linked and serving as both ornamental decor and structural support. The arches, molded in black, curve gracefully around the circumference, evoking a Victorian Gothic aesthetic that permeates the entire venue.

Two larger-than-life statues of Madame herself flank the entrance, capturing her regal poise and adding a touch of imposing authority. The statues serve not only as decorative elements but as a representation of the gala's hostess, a constant presence overseeing the proceedings, she is always watching, all seeing, perfection.

The overall ambiance is one of grandeur and mystery, with the black molding on the arches casting shadows that play into the darker undertones. Every intricate detail, from the chains to the statues, contributes to the unique Victorian Gothic feel of the coliseum, matching Madame’s home perfectly, matching her perfectly. The venue, finally being unveiled to the guests, now welcomes them who are treated to an appetizer course, surrounded by the striking architecture and entertained within the darkly enchanting atmosphere Madame has meticulously crafted.

Numerous shadows, dark and formless, line the entrance walls, extending silent greetings to the arriving guests. Their presence adds an air of mystique and intrigue as they blend seamlessly with the Gothic architecture. As attendees make their way into the coliseum, these shadowy figures create an ethereal welcome, embodying the unique atmosphere of Madame's custom-built venue.

At a separate entrance reserved for the handpicked members of Madame's esteemed dinner table, a solitary shadow stands guard. This entrance, reserved for a select few, hints at the exclusivity and importance of those who will partake in the upcoming dinner. The shadowy sentinels serve not only as silent greeters but also as guardians of the event's secrets, casting an enigmatic allure over the gala.

A singular shadows escorts Charlotte, Alastor, and the rest of the overlords to the exclusive section, leading them to an elevator to bring them to the best seats in the coliseum. The elevator’s interior is a striking display of elegance, with white and black checkered flooring lending a timeless touch. The walls, enveloped in darkness, exude an air of mystery, while black, smokey glass engravings on the ceiling add intricate detailing that dances in the ambient light. Each number on the elevator, indicating the ascending levels, glows a vibrant red, creating a vivid contrast against the monochrome palette.

“Oh I’m so excited! What do you think we’re gonna see? Gladiators? Sinners fight? Oh actually I hope not, I don’t want people to die.” Charlotte said to Alastor. Carmilla just chuckled at her antics while Zestial eyed her with curiosity. Where did Alastor find such a girl and why the princess of all people?

The elevator stops at the top floor, revealing the opening in the middle, which was surprisingly covered with water.

“What is Madame playing at?” Carmilla questioned as the overlords sat in a row at the top. From there they could see everything and everyone.

“I am quite uncertain, yet my anticipation is stirred nonetheless.” Zestial said. The lights around began to dim, and shadows began to pour glasses of water in front of all the guests. Down in the middle of the coliseum was the tallest shadow, the one that seemed to be Madame’s favorite, since it always spoke for her.

“Greetings all. It is Madame’s pleasure to invite you all to the special entertainment tonight. Madame has put together some of hell’s finest performers for your entertainment tonight. I would like to present, preforming here tonight, The Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra preforming Ludwig van Beethoven’s Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61.” The shadow said with a bow, before it vanished just as quick as it came. Then, other shadows appeared, but this time they were different. They were people, performers, with clear outlined silhouettes, faces and expressions, even clothes.

“Hey, Al?” Charlotte asked, leaning over in her seat to Alastor. He let out a ‘hm?’ In response.

“Does Madame own those souls down there?” Charlotte whispered, but before Alastor could answer, a shadow had already cut in.

“Yes. All the shadows here, even yours, Madame owns.” The shadow said quietly, filling Charlotte’s glass cup with water. Charlotte nervously, perked up, but said nothing as she shadow carried on with it’s catering.

The ethereal notes of the music filled the air as the performance unfolded. Around the musicians stood ballet dancers, their movements a delicate poetry in motion. Clad in all black, the performers created a stark contrast to the dancers, who emerged with an otherworldly grace akin to figures rising from the depths of water. The dancers moved with an angelic fluidity, their forms intertwining seamlessly with the haunting melody, creating a mesmerizing tableau that captivated the audience. The visual symphony of black-clad musicians and the whisky-hued ballet dancers painted a scene of enchantment and mystery within the grand coliseum. Even down to the dancers, this had Madame written all over it.

Velvet's keen eye captured the essence of the dancers' ethereal movements on paper. With each stroke of her sketch, she depicted the dancers as if emerging from a watery abyss, the fog enveloping their feet creating an illusion of water flowing upward. The intricate details on her sketch paper brought to life the dancers' graceful forms, their figures seemingly intertwined with the rising mist, evoking the enchantment of a waterspout captured in a moment of sublime artistry. Velvet's artistic interpretation added a layer of depth to the performance, transforming the ephemeral dance into a tangible and captivating visual narrative.

Water had begun to swirl, the dancers moving around it, the water getting taller and taller, similar to the way it had when you had first made your entrance at the beginning of the Gala. Now, it was water, and from Charlotte’s seat, she had struggled to make out what was going on. She turned to Alastor to see him holding a pair of opera glasses in his hand. Without you having to ask, he tapped the armrest of her seat. Charlotte turned to the side to see a pair tucked neatly against the front of the armrest. She grabbed them quickly, before looking through them and at the waterspout now forming in the middle. Her jaw flew open, as well as the loud screech of Alastor’s track playing. Vox had short circuited, and Carmilla gasped loudly. Velvet stood silent, but there was evident confusion on her face, while Zestial sunk into his seat, conflicting emotions flowing through him.

“Madame- she’s-“ Charlotte stuttered, and Alastor nodded, swallowing thickly.

“With an exorcist. I know.”

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prettyboypistol · 9 months

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Mercs Reacting To a Kabedon! (TF2 x M!Reader) +18

For reference if you don't know, a kabedon is this pose!

You were being teased by the merc, relentless smiles, winks, and coy mururs that they knew turned you on. Eventually, you snapped. You grabbed the merc by the wrist and slammed them against the wall, unable to care about who overheard or saw you. You could barely contain your emotions as you grit out into thier ear.

"If you don't come back to my room with me, I will drag you by the back of your goddamn neck, boy."

Scout

As soon as you pin him to the wall, he was flushed red. When the words left your mouth, especially calling him "boy", a shiver went up his spine. He wanted tp argue, to talk back, but any words came out as mumbled mess. He dumbly nodded and whimpered in response. Your offer has Jeremy tripping over himself to follow you. He gets shit the next day for sobbing a little too loud into your pillows about how much Jeremy wants his daddy to fuck him silly.

Pyro

They weren't intending to rile you up so much, but that's certainly a plus! Pyro loves how they can make you blush and squirm, especially since you express it as huffiness and annoyance. They like the way they can just gesture and get you hot under the collar. Your proposition is heavily considered, but Pyro makes you wait in your room for a painstaking moment before they come in and finally give you what you want.

Soldier

Is very red under his helmet, but also a little insulted that you humiliated him in such a public manner and undermined his percieved and self-believed authority. Don't get him wrong, Jane is having the biggest confused boner of his life and he will swiftly join you in your room after he fully processes the situation, but he needs a minute to figure out what feelings you just made him feel for the first time.

Demoman

Is more than overjoyed that you finally had enough of your mutal game of cat and mouse. It had been what- weeks since you and Tavish had started dancing around each other? The demeaning pet name made Tavish want to yank your pants down and suck you off that minute, other mercs be damned. Tavish hummed with a smug smirk as he pushed his hips into you, an invitation after you gave your orders. Needless to say, no mercs got sleep that night until you two passed out.

Heavy

You were not the shortest guy around, but pinning Heavy is moreso due to Heavy letting you pin him rather than you actually having the strength to do so. Nevertheless, the look in your eye and the desperate and demanding tone in your tone makes Mikhail know exactly what you want and how you are going to have it. He finds it endearing in a way, but still allowed you to take control that night. After all, he was "your boy" tonight, you made that abundantly clear.

Engineer

Flushed red. Goggles fogged. Stutter in full gear. Dell is the smoothest southern gent around, yet in front of the pissed off nd lowkey horny glare of the man in front of him, Dell was barely able to squeak out a response. He felt humiliated that the other mercs could see how easily he was flustered- worried slightly that he would get some shit for being even more soft than just relying on machines in battle. He takes a few minutes before joining you in your room, but wants to have a talk about how you kinda made him nervous. (After sex tho. you turned him the FUCK on.)

Medic

Overjoyed at your cute little response! He's a rather tall fellow, so you trying to pin him to the wall was adorable. It might be the beer in his system, but Ludwig was rather taken by your final push and admittance of feelings... Even if those feelings were "i'm going to fuck you" and "I'm going to bend that german ass over and rearrange your guts". Gingerly followed you to your room, but he gets his fair amount of gropes in. The most receptive to your snap and 100% wants to kiss the scowl away.

Spy

Mixed feelings when you easily box him in against the wall. His dainty frame never stood a chance as your hot breath made him shiver. He was a fair bit older than you, your guess was a minimum of 5 years. When you called him "boy", he felt a breath of his wild and young livlihood in his veins. The impulsive energy of lust and spontaneous desire pangs in him and he can't help but chase the high. Spy murmured something in french and dragged you to his room.

Sniper

Mick isn't too surprised by your reaction, but definitely struggled against the grip as you warned him. As soon as you released him, Sniper hid his face in his hat to try and (fail) to hide the blush that painted his cheeks. He doesn't join you in your room, but cannot think about anything else but that lustful cadence in your voice and how blown your pupils were. After a few days, he knocked on your door and asked if the offer still stood.

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atom-writings · 6 months

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Hii I love your blog ♡ I dont know if you're still taking asks but if yes how would France, Germany and England react to a s/o telling them they had been abused and have ptsd?

hetalia france, germany, and england with a s/o who has ptsd

1.8k words ~ gender neutral headcanons / scenarios

tw: obvs. mentions of trauma but nothing specific

a/n: sorry for being gone so long. my life is like a poor little weasel getting hit by a big hammer rn. hope this lives up to ur expectations anon !!! <3

France

- When you tell him, he's not surprised. He's spent so much time around you that he had always had his suspicions.

- But even so, when you first revealed the details of what you had gone through... Francis couldn't stop himself from crying. Seeing you now, knowing how you had been hurt, just broke his heart.

”No one will ever treat you like that again, ok?“ Francis told you, his voice shaking as he held you tightly against his chest, ”Never. Not as long as you live.“

- Considering how soft he already is around you, his behaviour changes very little after that.

- But, now, whenever he has the inevitable urge to run away, he just can't. He remembers how people have treated you before, and realizes that he can't be selfish like that to you ever again. So, fights with Francis are going to be more like discussions in a therapist's office.

- He'd never raise his voice to you or blame you for anything you didn't intend to do. Having gone through similar trauma himself, he remembers how long it took for him to fully move on from that; so any emotional outbursts on your part are easily forgiven.

- But in general, he's just very forgiving.

- Although he may be a great boyfriend to someone with PTSD, he might also become a little more controlling. Events that he wouldn't have batted an eye at you attending before might become a problem, as he worries about you being able to protect yourself.

- Friends who he used to mildly dislike, he suddenly insists on you cutting off. It's like he thinks of you as some delicate flower. It's all with the best of intentions, but it will be annoying for a while.

- Other than that though, he'd be such a calm, comforting presence to a S/O with trauma.

It had been such a long time since you'd had a nightmare about being back there. You couldn't even remember what the dream was about, all you knew was that you were back there. Which was more than enough to rip you from your slumber, sending you into a panic you hadn't experienced in months.

But as you shot up, sweat dripping down your forehead and heart pumping, Francis was right there beside you. In a flash, he turned on the bedside lamp and shook himself out of his sleep, immediately turning to focus on you.

”Mon chéri, did it happen again?“ He asked softly, adjusting himself so he gave you plenty of space on the bed.

You nodded, and he only sighed, ”That's alright, Y/N, you're gonna get through this.“

Your hands still shook even as he tried to calm you down, your gaze flicking from side to side.

”Breath with me, amour, breath with me...” He chided, resting a gentle hand against your chest.

“1... Breath in,” He took a deep breath, making sure you followed along, ”Breath out.“

For the next few minutes, not a word was exchanged between you two other than Francis guiding you through slowing your panicked heart.

”You did so good, Y/N...“ Is all he says as your hands finally stop shaking, ”I'm so proud of you. That wasn't easy, alright? But you did perfectly.“

You can't help but smile at his incessant praises, ”Can we just go to sleep now?“

”Do you want me to hold you while you sleep?” He chuckles, leaning closer to you.

“Maybe...”

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- Ludwig wouldn't be angry, he wouldn't be sad, he wouldn't get upset at all when you tell him about your abuse. At least, not outwardly. Internally he's about to stab someone, but to you, he's completely calm.

- He doesn't push you to explain more, but he does make it very clear that you can tell him everything. He won't judge you, he won't blame you, he won't invalidate anything, he just wants to exactly what happened so he can better help you.

- (He actually went to medical school, as well as getting a degree in psychology, so he knows what he's doing.)

- After that, he puts a lot of attention towards your triggers so he can help you deal with them as well as remove them as much as possible.

- He's coping with his own PTSD too, so any outbursts or instability is completely fine with him. He understands. He'd never take anything you say in the heat of the moment personally.

- Plus, he's like, never tired, so you can always call on him in an emergency. You're his top priority. Whatever you need to feel safe now, he doesn't mind helping with.

- He becomes a lot more protective as well. Whereas you two were a lot more independent from each other before, now he makes an effort to accompany you to anything that might make you upset. He just worries so much...

- If anyone or anything DOES upset you, he's releasing absolute hell onto that person. Normally he'd never make a scene, but with you? He is completely ok with making EVERYONE uncomfortable, just to make a point.

- Your problems and trauma don't bother him at all. If anything, he's glad to have a partner who can understand his struggles as well. You're both just moving past something as best as you can, and that's all that matters.

“It's been three years?” You thought to yourself as you sat still, staring out the window, ”It must've been less than that. No, it was just last month wasn't it?“

That's what you'd been telling yourself since you woke up. That day, it'd been three years since you had left. But it must've been some kind of trick. Some lie you'd been told. No, it couldn't've been.

So you sat, your dry eyes fixed on a swaying bush outside the window. If it had really been three years since then, then you must've been sitting for months. The house was quiet, and the weather was dreary. You hadn't eaten. Ludwig would be frustrated about that. But he wasn't here, so... it was alright.

Or at least, he shouldn't have been.

“Y/N?” Ludwig called out from somewhere else in the house. You didn't move. Even as his footsteps came closer and closer to where you sat, you didn't move.

“Liebling, are you ok?”

No response. He sighs, crouching down next to your chair.

“Is this because it's been three years?“

This time a response, as it seems like your body nodded involuntarily.

”Ah. I understand, my dear.“

He stood up again, setting down his bag from work.

”How long have you been sitting there?“

”I dunno...“ You croaked out, your voice clearly being out of use for quite a while.

”Do you want to keep sitting there?“

No response.

“Would you want to come walk Berlitz and the boys with me?“

A small nod. Ludwig walks over just to open the blinds a little more, just as the sun begins to shine into the room through a gap in the cloudy sky.

“Nice timing, isn't it?”

“Yeah...”

“Take your time getting ready. I'll be waiting downstairs whenever you want to go. I missed you today, Y/N.” And with that, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and walked downstairs.

England

- When you first told him, things didn't go... perfectly. Arthur is not a very comforting man in general, but when it comes to you, his love tends to manifest in, well... not the best ways.

- He became quite angry when you told him. Not because he was angry at you, but angry that someone could ever do that to you.

- But after he realized how that anger would have come across to you, he tried to explain away why he had reacted so harshly.

”Love, I- I didn't mean to... well, I'm not angry at you, ok? I promise. It's not like it was your damn fault! You're the victim! Of some- some twisted cunt-”

“Ok- but y-you're still yelling!”

“I'm not yelling at you- I'm yelling for you!”

- Don't worry, that's probably the last time he'll ever yell around you.

- After the initial panic and hatred, he remembers what's important. You. And protecting you, in every way he can.

- Whenever he's around you, he makes sure to regulate his emotions as much as he can. He'll get all of his anger out at Alfred, just so you never have to worry about him coming home pissed. He wants his home to feel safe for you.

- He tries to be as consistent as possible. If you ever need anything, he won't ask questions, he'll just do it. As much as he wants to be snarky, he'd stop making those kinds of comments to you entirely.

- But if you still know your abuser, he's taking out all of that anger onto them. In his opinion, any person who could traumatize you like that should suffer just like you have.

- Basically, he just becomes a lot more protective. In public, he'd hold your hand constantly, so you always know that you're not alone. In private, he'd lay off any questioning. Whatever you need to do to feel comfortable, he'd push his own curiosity aside.

- Although, he struggles with talking about what you went through directly. He's likely gone through something similar, and an honest conversation about either of your problems freaks him out a little bit.

- He can comfort you, bringing you back from the brink with no problem, but don't expect him to have any meaningful ideas on how to help you cope.

- (His only idea is what he does. Which is to try to ignore it. Which is bad.)

All Arthur had to say was “What's wrong with you?” for the spiral to start. He wasn't even serious, but the smirk plastered on his face seemed to turn sinister within a second. The smell of the room, the direction of the sun, the feeling of your socks, all of it was too familiar. All of it was exactly like that time long ago.

You started to breathe heavier, eyes darting for something to save you from the situation you had just been cast into once again. Something must be different, this can't be happening again.

“Y/N?” Arthur asks, his voice distant and muffled within your panicking mind, “Y/N, look at me.”

When he reached out gently to rest his hand over yours, you completely drew away within an instant. Shaking, cowering in fear against the couch, as far away as you could get from...

“Y/N, is it happening again?” He said, his words barely registering. You nodded, still looking at everything and nothing.

But you watched intently as he got up. He walked over to the thermostat, his footsteps nothing like you remembered from back then. It suddenly became colder than it used to be... and a blanket was draped over your quivering body.

“It's over. They're not here... ok? I promise it's over.”

“You promise? Y-You promise?”

“You're safe. There's nothing here that can hurt you. I promise.“

#heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #arthur tag #aph england x reader #hws england x reader #aph france x reader #francis tag #hws france x reader #ludwig tag #aph germany x reader #hws germany x reader #not proofread at all

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thecrypticshyguy · 2 months

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Heyyyy

So we all know @t1ckity-t0ck s Political Marriage au right

Welllll

I wrote something for it actually (and drew something for it, it's old so don't mind some flaws and changes in character designs)! A minific if you will- without further adu lemme show it to yall

UnFair

Ludwig bit the bottom of his lip, furrowing his brow as frustration gnawed at him. He was tired and felt terrible. He felt used, worst of all.

Years of preparation, everything was going so well, everything was ready to be handed off to him in a few years tops, but no. It just wasn’t that simple, was it? Some kingdom he's never heard of comes from nowhere, asserting themselves, and now he's forced into a loveless marriage. It made him utterly bitter. It made his cold blood boil that he was being used as a mere pawn for a political marriage he had no ability to object. They could’ve chosen any of his siblings, any that could’ve been better off, but they didn’t. They chose him of all people. He was told it was for a good cause, for resources, for armies, for "peace" so that they didn’t kill each other. He couldn’t care less for that little sky kingdom.

He was supposed to be the ruler of darkland after Bowser retired. He wasn't supposed to be a house husband for some soft little parakoopa.

It wasn’t fair he thought, not fair in the slightest. Years were thrown away in an instant, and he felt utterly robbed of what he could’ve had. But, he couldn’t do anything about it. So in what little retaliation he had, he sulked alone in his study.

And as he sulked about his unfair situation, his hands danced over the keys of a piano, the tune he played being somber as he mulled over the raging storm in his mind.

He made a habit of playing an instrument whenever he was stressed, letting his frustration out by running his fingers down on ivory keys of a piano, pipe organ, or some other. Anything he could get his claws on, it didn't matter if he could play it or not. He played until his claws were sore, or until he felt better, the former usually being the case.

It created melodies he could write down and save for later. Melancholic and discontented melodies that perfectly put together how he felt, even if his mind was far from the music.

Though he used his piano to air out his grievances, it had seen years of wear and tear. Sometimes it comes all boiling over, and every once in a while he can't help himself. In his mind it all crumbles down so quickly that his fingers can't keep up with his thoughts as they fly from one frustration to the next. From what he could do, what he couldn’t do, pinballing him to memories of him and his father’s first meeting, to them practicing magic and the mishaps that went along with it. Such fond and detested memories he held close suddenly all crashed down.

It all builds and builds, becoming one string of notes he knew all too well. He couldn't help but slam his fists into the instrument, creating a familiar sour and deep note to his otherwise masterpiece, and then another, and more until the sound coming from the piano felt more like a cry for help from the poor instrument. It became erratic, mashing together notes both high and low forté until he felt better. But he didn’t, and so his claws curled tighter, banged harder, almost assaulting the poor instrument before he felt sweat drip onto his brow. Only then, out of breath, did he stop.

Hunched over the piano, breathing heavily in ragged and bitter breaths, his claws digging into the ivory. He stayed there, hoping he didn’t break his most prized possession. He thankfully never did when he had these sudden and ridiculous fits. Ludwig knew it was childish, he knew he shouldn’t do this with how mature he portrayed himself to be, but everything felt too much, and this was his only solution. He had made it abundantly clear how he felt about the arrangement, but to show someone how really hurt he was? That's a matter he'll keep in private.

But.. he hated when his thoughts ran rampant like that. He couldn't stop them, couldn't keep a grip on them like he should, like he knew how to. It embarrassed him. It made him feel utterly miserable and bitter. Bitter, angry, frustrated, every other word he could throw at the wall to describe how he felt. He stayed like this for a moment before his eyes turned and he squinted, staring at a dim reflection of himself in the polished dark blue fallboard.

He looked terrible. His dark blue hair was more unruly than usual, mixed with fast movement and sweat had made it look greatly tossed around. His collar had become unbuttoned and falling off his shoulders, and he only just now realized the heart shaped cravat he wore was uncomfortably warm against his scales. He only now noticed the bags under his eyes as well.

He sneered at the sight, fumbling to re-button his collar but giving up shortly after with a tired scoff. Looking down at the piano he cherished, Ludwig felt how sore his claws were from his immature fit.

And yet, he still played. He breathed, pulling himself together, and put his melancholy once again into a somber sonet.

It was all he could do, really. He couldn’t talk his way out of this, no matter how much he argued or fought his father tooth and nail to convince him this was a poor political decision. Marrying some parakoopa he didn't even know, all to satisfy his father's swollen ego, convincing himself it was for a peace they easily could've had as soon as they arrived. Again, it frustrated him.

So he mindlessly continued. He played until he felt his forearms become sore from use, and his eyes blinking closed. He stopped for a moment and stayed still, breathing heavily and slowly, sleepily even.

The thump of his hands on the keys made a dark tone that rang out for a few seconds. The study brings an ominous echo to the final note of his erratic and ridiculous lament and then there was finally silence.

What seemed like only moments later, a knock came from his door, soft and almost muted, but the echo brought it to his attention.

Ludwig shifted his eyes toward the door, and in the doorway, there she was.

"Oh.. It's you."

#ludwig von koopa #koopaling #super mario #smb political marriage au #angst? maybe?#i think its more like him bitching and complaining #hes throwing a fit over marriage #i no no wanna ass bitch #celest parakoopa #she shows up at the end #i dont know how to tag this #there will be a part 2 #heho

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scoutsbabygirl · 8 months

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heyyy what if you wrote about scout feeling a lil sad and then reader comforting him. i want to give that man a kiss on his head

hi! i would also like to give that man a kiss on the head 🙏 est relationship!

comforting scout <3

the base was a lot more quieter without jeremy's constant talking and running about. he was isolating himself in his room a lot more and spending less time with the team. his hours spent in the gym were cut short to avoid any conversation that could start. he was willing to skip meals just to be alone. his door was constantly locked and he would never respond to your constant knocking and shaking of the doorhandle during all hours of the day. either he hated everyone in the base or was filling his ears with music.

"hormones, maybe." mr. ludwig held up a blue bottle of something, he swung it around in his hands as the pills inside swirled around inside. "he's a young man so his testosterone is fluctuating. it happens to men." he suggested placing the bottle in front of you. shrugging, you grabbed it and read it over, you couldn't understand the long medical terms. you took medics word for everything. of course, he knew more about this than what you ever would. it made sense too, hormones always get in the way of life.

you sighed and asked how you should approach jeremy on the situation. obviously you wanted to avoid any conflict not knowing how he might react emotionally.

after your lengthy chat with medic you decided to visit jeremy. per usually, he didn't answer when you first knocked thus making you knock over and over again then fidgeting with the doorhandle until he opened it. the door swung open and there revealed a jeremy with greasy hair, sunken grey eyebags and watery eyes. he looked down at you, sighed, and stepped behind the door, you took that as an invitation to step inside. he closed the door behind you immediately collapsing into your much smaller frame. his lanky arms wrapping around you as he snuggled his face into the crook of your neck. you wrapped your arms around him with hesitance as his body smell was horrid.

he craved your warm embrace yet it was all his fault that he was shutting you out and away from himself. he began to softly weep into your neck as you felt the collar of your shirt slowly begin to get wet due to his tears dripping onto you. he quiet tears turned into loud sobs and gasps for air. you didn't know what to do besides rub your hand over the shirt on his back and use a soft voice to comfort your boyfriend.

jeremy removed his face from your neck and looked down at you for only a few moments. "i'm sorry" he sighed "i-i just don't know what's wrong with me." he stuttered. his once bright blue eyes were now clouded with a film of grey and the white part now a faint shade of red from the salty tears.

"never apologize for being emotional" your reached up to caress the side of his cheek, earning a meek smile from him accompanied by a sniffle. "medic gave me these, something about puberty, i don't even know." you giggled. his face was beginning to light up after hearing you laugh. he moved back to sit on the edge of his bed, as you followed. you opened the top of the bottle and poured some of the dark-blue pills out. "half of this shit is in german and the other half is medical shit."

"hey, if doc said i should swallow these then i'll do it." he looked over at you sitting next to him. "mind grabbing me some water, doll?" without hesitation to got up to grab one of the myriad of half drunken plastic water bottles laying around his room. your left hand trailed from his temple to his shoulder all the way down his arm to his hand. you leaned down gently to give him a kiss right on his forehead while holding the sides of his head with both your palms open.

#scout x reader #scout tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 #scout tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader

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mehidktbh · 1 year

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Bandages

Pairing: Dr. Ludwig "Medic" Humboldt x Fem!Reader

Summary: Getting hurt on the field leads you to take a trip down to Medic's lab in hopes of a quick recovery. Only to get more than what you expected.

Warning: Blood, mentions of fainting and nausea, serious injury...?, talk of bone, swearing, bad german translations, nakedness???, the reader takes their shirt off and some sexual tension ;)

A/N: Why am I suddenly getting into tf2 again? I mean after years of knowing the game why does the hyper-fixation come back after everything,,, (Anyway let's just hope the fandom isn't that dead) 👀

A soft murmuring surrounds you, your eyelids closing every once in a while as you sit back. Your palm supports your head as you try to stay awake. Unknowingly knowing that you are full-on staring at Solider ahead, he sat opposite you on the other side of the room. The more time passes as you sit amongst multiple (injured) men, some more severe than others as they clutch themselves into a puddle of agony. All you got out of today's battle was a nice old spy knife in the back. Taken out previously by you and now all that was left was a gash, dripping and leaking of blood.

But the loud sound of the lab door awaken you out of your slumped-over state, merely wiping off the drool that had only appeared under your mouth. "Thanks, Doc!" Scout walked out happily, his cheerful mood was something everyone was looking forward to. Instead, he showed off his new bandages. And feeling no pain was something everyone wanted...

Just before you could dip your head down back into your half-asleep state the sound of Medic clearing his throat scared you again. Looking up to see him, his straight posture and evil smirk were too well-known, as his eyes drifted to you as he proudly spoke. "Y/N?" You quickly fumbled getting up from your comfortable position of being in that chair for so long, swearing under every step you took until the doors shut behind you.

"Wieder von hinten erstochen?" You turn to Medic, confused and staring into his eyes as you tried to understand what he just said. "Spy, again?" He said more clearly, turning around as he began to get his equipment together. "Ha, yeah..." You said, standing there awkwardly as you tried to laugh dryly too. Looking around the room, a single bed creepily welcomed you to lie down. But the dark red blood spots that littered the white sheet told you otherwise. Medic looked up, eyeing you from head to toe before smirking.

"Vell, take your zhirt off." Looking over to him he had his back turned to you. Thank God. A bit of respect was something you appreciated out of Medic when it came to you, though he didn't with the other mercs...

So you quickly discarded of your red shirt, of course feeling the sense of discomfort and embarrassment instantly rose to your head and body. Trembly hands, the feeling of fainting and vomiting all over the tilted floors were flooding your mind. But you didn't have any time to act on them as you were soon ushed to sit down on the bed. Medic's hands came out to lightly push you down, the feeling of his latex gloves was cold but comforting.

His tongue ticked against his teeth, as he swore in German, though you couldn't see him you could feel his hot breath tickling your neck. The strong feeling of his eyes staring daggers at every part of your back, not to mention the slight ranking of his fingers down your bare skin too. After a while of sitting in such an uncomfortable position for what felt like an eternity, Medic sighed. The sound of him dropping the tool back into the dish meant it was over.

"Is it done?" You questioned, looking back for a second, swallowing the amount of swelling you could still feel. "Nein. I still need to wrap you up," He walked around, grabbing a roll of bandages, his whole hand swallowing it up. "Coo!" "Precisely Archimedes." As he walked back to his original spot behind you his hands reached out, directing you to sit up straight with your hands raised. You watched as his fingers rank up and down your whole chest, as he pulled more on the roll of bandages.

Your eyes stalked him as his hand suddenly appeared in front of you. His chest was right up against your back as he was trying to get a clear view of what he was doing in front. Grazing and still trying to be respectful as he slowly and carefully wrapped the bandages around your bra. His fingers just touching your breasts through the material before he finally stopped.

"Alles erledigt!"

#tf2 x you #tf2 #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 medic #tf2 x reader #team fortress two #team fortress 2 #team fortress medic #team fortress two medic #team fortress 2 medic #tf2 x y/n #tf2 medic x y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 fanfic #team fortress fanfic

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eldritch-spouse · 9 months

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Do the triplets spend much time with each other? Like, I know they’re all mama’s boys and probably visit for her birthday, but what else do they do together? Do they get together for the demonic equivalent of holidays?

(Sorry I’m simping so hard for them right now, and imagining that one scenario where they’re all trying to romance a human, but my brain keeps stopping to go “yeah but why are they hanging out together”)

Also I’ll lump this question in since it’s about one of the triplets, but I think you’ve talked about Mervin being happy to pick outfits for his human. (Unless you were talking about Cero and I’ve mixed up the pride demons).

My question is could we enjoy quality time doing things like hair and makeup with Mervin’s input. Maybe even encourage him to help us paint nails or similar things that are appearance based. (I know they’re all yanderes but I do love occasional soft moments)

[I've seen adult siblings basically glued at the hip, though as an only child, I can only sort of try to guess what level of distance is ""normal"".]

They used to be very close before Admin came into Ludwig's life.

They did plenty of things together, big and small, their bond was unshakable. And, to this day, they're still almost always on good terms, ready to help each other at a moment's notice. They try to schedule holidays in a way where they can be together, but it doesn't always work out. They try.

When Ludwig met Admin (or "you", you know the drill by now), and later on got roped into passing Krulu onto you, he grew distant from his brothers. Guilt, fury and depression consumed him, such so that he was generally unpleasant to be around, obsessed with The Clergy, with Admin, with the way things were unfurling, spiraling out of control- His dreams shattering in real time. Neither Mervin nor Obie quite understood what was going on, and even when they pried and massacred everyone enough to grasp things, they couldn't shake the attitude off their brother.

Although things have gotten slightly better the moment Lud put some distance between himself and the establishment, his former infatuation... He's not one hundred percent back on track and the three of them know this. He's not the same guy. He could never be the same guy. But he's still their Ludwig, and neither of his brothers are going to let him run off into a misery pit. They're working on it.

Any pride demon will put in their own two cents when asked about something they have basic understanding of.

Of course Mervin will tell you how to wear your hair and what clothes to dress if you look minimally receptive to it.

Be it in an exclusive dynamic, or a scenario where all three pine for you, Mervin will take an iron fist over aspects of your appearance, if you let him. Though never to the extent of someone like Cero.

#Ludwig oc #Mervin oc #Obie oc #vaya-mernda

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witchthewriter · 2 months

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𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓯𝓸𝓻 @lovelyartemisa.

𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒏! High Lord of the Summer Court <3 He possesses a lot of warmth and kindness; some other High Lords see it as a weakness/vulnerability, but Tarquin believes in a better future. He's diplomatic like you and having a similar personality means you understand each other on a deeper level.

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

One of the reasons why everyone thought your mating bond with Tarquin wasn't real, was due to your abilities. Heralding from the Winter Court, you're royalty and the power of ice flows strong through your veins.

But the Summer Court didn't need another Fae ruler who could heal or manipulate water. There were already many of High Fae who defended the Court with those abilities. But bringing new defences? That makes sense.

You can freeze any liquid, but the easiest to manipulate is of course, water. You can lower the temperature around you, creating ice out of the Summer Court's ocean if you so wished. Or create bridges, ice skating rinks, lower someone's temperature when they're ill etc.

The limits are only bound to your imagination.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Romantic as all hell, flowers everyday. Sometimes they're arrangements, other times he'll pluck one from the garden and put it behind your ear "A flower for my flower," he says while leaning down and kissing your cheek.

Your chambers (which you share obviously) are very open and overlook the shining waters of the beach. The water even glows at night.

Very close to Cresseida, Tarquin's older sister. She was very tough to get to know, but once she saw you as a loyal friend, there's nothing that will stop her from defending you.

Your relationship with Tarquin was difficult. Coming from a different Court and being a prominent figure in Prythian, your mateship with Tarquin was frowned upon.

However, Tarquin and yourself would let nothing from keeping you apart. You're mates afterall.

��𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

I'm Kissing You by Des'ree

Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino

Sirens by Ludwig Goransson

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Emotional Support Animal In Fae Form

Romeo (Tarquin) x Juliet (You) (but with ... less death)

"Hey can I have a…" (You) x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes." (Tarquin)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Love Conquers All

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your diplomacy; he loves that you don't act or react harshly. Instead you think things through, take your time to respond. It makes for the two of you to be a great and powerful couple - bridges can be amended and relationships mended.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Cresseida; the one who will fight anyone who talks badly about you. Like having scary dog privledges. I see her as the Amren of the Summer Court.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Elain and Feyre; the youngest Archeron sister does have passion but it isn't blind rage like Nesta. It has a purpose - it's directed and with reason. Like Elain, you have a soft side, one that people are drawn to.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

White like the snow from the Winter Court, Hilde is a fierce companion. She tails you wherever you go, loves the beach and splashing in the water. Although her coat is for the colder weather, your abilities come in handy for that.

She was a gift when you were younger; a protector for when you were alone in the castle. In a way, she's been your personal body guard for years.

𝐓𝐎𝐆

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒂𝒗𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍! The eldest of the three matches and by far the most mature. I'm not sure if you noticed, but with your other two, I matched you with younger ... more youthful men. Not childish by any means, but they're still blooming - still coming into themselves. But Gavriel is already at full maturity; he's experienced and fully developed. He's the type to guide you while the others are experiencing things with you. Also, he 10000% gives you the princess treatment.

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

Your ability is having a connection with animals. Be able to hear their thoughts in your mind. You can speak to any animal you wish - from an ant to a bear.

Fenrys is constantly making the same joke about how you befriended the cadre because of your powers. That you could use your animal whisper to attract Gavriel. It usually earns a light smack on the arm.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Many, many forehead touches. Although he does have to lean down and you have to stand on your tippy toes.

From the start he never thought he deserved you. He could feel the mating bond, but he knew he had too much baggage. Surely there was a mistake? But you broke down that thinking. You showed him your nature and his eyes were opened.

Has a blacksmith handcraft a ring for you, as a reminder of his eternal and undying love for you. It was a present for your first birthday since knowing you

Was a bit shy to introduce you to Aedion. He was worrying that you wouldn't like each other, or that ... there was a possibility that the two of you had been ... intimate in some way or another.

His worries were squashed because you had never met Aedion; you were left at Mistward when you were seven.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

I Need A Man To Love by Janis Joplin

El Tango De Roxanne

Style by Bryan Adams

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Complete badass (Gavriel) x Their Sweetheart Who Is Slowly Learning To Wield A Sword (You)

Always Honest, Never Lies (You) x Quiet Who Constantly Shakes Their Head At Other’s Honesty (Gavriel)

Home Is Wherever You Are

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Intertwined Destinies

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

That you have a limit to someone's bullshit. You give chances and forgive, but you aren't weak nor blind. When you've had enough, then that person is cut off. A person is either on your good side or bad side.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Lysandra; you love when she shifts into her other forms, especially the furry kinds. You love cuddling up to her, and she loves it too. When Gavriel can't find you, he knows exactly where you are - taking a midday nap with Lysandra after stuffing your faces with chocolate.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

Elide is very similar to your personality. I think you're a bit more gentler than her, but your bite can be a bit nastier.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

Rose (she told you her name), is a beautiful deer who doesn't want to be anywhere but beside you. She became very attached when you saved her from being eaten and has eternal gratitude.

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑰𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏! Loyal, golden-hearted, sweet-natured yet ready to throw down at a moments notice. He's a lot like a golden retriever in a way, one with a very high protective level.

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

Rare and incredibly useful to the Asteri, your power is that you can contact other realms; like a goddess speaking to another planet. You can see into their thoughts, understand their customs and know their language. But it takes a toll on you.

Once you had beautiful, normal fae eyes. (Blue/Brown/Green etc), but now you constantly have white eyes. And from time to time can hear voices.

Unlike Bryce who can physically travel to a different dimension, you are only doing so with your mind - seeing it all through your mind's eye.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Ithan get jealous easily, but doesn't like to show it. He knows he can trust you wholeheartedly; you're always honest with each other.

He wasn't there when you escaped the Asteri. By then, you had a lot of issues because they used your powers too much. Not liking big crowds or loud noises, you isolated yourself.

Found by Juniper, who brought you to Bryce, who basically became your big sister. She looked after you utterly and completely. Well ... that was until Ithan came to her apartment one afternoon.

On your first year anniversary of your mate-bond, he had no clue what to get you. Nothing seemed good enough. But with the help of Bryce, he bought you this necklace. From a trusted warlock, he enchanted it to help you with controlling certain aspects of your powers.

Loves listening to music with you - laying on the floor together and feeling the rhythm, the lyrics, the beat. But his absolute favourite activity is making you laugh.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The King by Sarah Kinsley

Underground by Cody Fry

One More Hour by Tame Impala

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Oblivious (You) x Constantly admiring them (Ithan)

Big Dumb (Ithan) x Small Smart (You)

Acts Then Thinks (Ithan) x Thinks Before They Act (You)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Love At First Sight / First Love

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

The fact that you're so loyal that he doesn't have to think twice about telling you anything highly secret. Not only are you mates, but you're best friends. You can tell each other anything.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Bryce, hands down without a doubt. You and her have a specific bond. She's like an older sister to you; a sibling like relationship where she cares for your well-being and will do anything to save you. But also likes to 'bully' you from time to time.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

Juniper and Hypaxia; gentle, intelligent. I just KNOW that Hypaxia would be the perfect Ravenclaw. She's scientific but not robotic. Her brain is ticking, thinking, but her social skills aren't brilliant. And Juniper is a good friend who thinks of others.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

:') A gorgeous bunny who followed you home from the park one day. You didn't notice until fifteen minutes later when she nearly caused a car crash. Instantly you picked her up and her feet kicked out in pleasure (that's a bunny signal for happy).

She may be wild, or she might have escaped but whatever the cause, she is always ready to welcome you home.

#witchthewriter #headcanons #personal aesthetic #match ups #pair ups #ships #crescent city #crescent city pair ups #cc ships #cc #acotar #acotar pair ups #acotar match ups #tog #tog ships #tog pair ups #tog match ups

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thebrightestlodge · 8 months

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@nishihii Saw your tags (thank you SO much for the commentary!)

I have ....MANY DISJOINTED THOUGHTS on them ...considering there is absolutely nothing beyond Amelia's cutscene and suggestions based on Henriett's locations. I am going to be nice and put it under a read more so apologies for rambling. I'm the person who made that one flayed BSB in Old Yharnam my own OC at this point.

Thots on "Violently Ill and Tragically Catholic" and "Emotionally Distant Through Distrust of Anyone That's Not Her Person" (this jsut rambles into a chunk and I apologize as I realize this right after sdfgfgdg)

I mean, Amelia has three details, she's a Vicar left behind, she's clutching a pendant in the Grand Cathedral, and she's bowed and praying in front of Laurence's Skull. That's ...about it. So a lot of this is jsut my brain going "This is my interpretation to the point of 'my city now' "

Unknown what sort of special thing Amelia has to her, maybe it's a secret that never spreads to anyone beyond the upper echelons of the church, but she is chosen and groomed to serve as a high ranking member of the church. Sickly and paranoid and seemingly on the edge of a breakdown constantly, thinking gods are judging every move. Her illness came before the church, and people jsut deal with it coldly, but she's used ot it at this point. Not to say she is inept or withheld, she definitely has earned a place, her faith and her intelligence holding her up to the title of Vicar. She comes into the title in her early 20s, I like to imagine after the Halmet, so she knew Laurence before and after the descent to madness. Not any relation but she's being set up to take over whenever Laurence steps down/is indisposed/goes crazy goes stupid, so there's a decent connection. A soft intelligent man who wants to help slowly getting more frenzied and wild discovering what lays beyond blood and fluid, and the part unattached to the church wants her to leave, but her faith shackles her. As Vicars begin to disappear and beasts fill their halls, Amelia is slowly becoming more panicked and paranoid of her eventual hour of beasthood. Constantly check her mirrors and asking others to see if her pupils have started blistering, if her blood is now different, if the smoke is driving her away more than usual. She's never left the Ward so knows nothing of the world beyond who comes to prayers and what Henriett tells her as Amelia settles into another dreamless sleep ...

Henriett has even LESS lore, but a couple things I find interesting. She's the main and ONLY summon for Amelia, but she is an optional boss for Ludwig (and I've heard Laurence but can't get info for this bit). She also wields a Kirkhammer, a known church weapon, a repeating pistol, and torch

With the Ludwig and Kirkhammer, I always imagine Henriett as a former Tomb Prospecter, (the only other prospector we meet is Olek, who also uses the Kirkhammer, repeating pistol, and torch). She for some reason decides to cease descending into the dungeons, even if the great Church Hunter Ludwig insists on invites, seeing her as skilled at what she does. With her being a Church Beast summon, perhaps she's like Djura and discovers the true secrets of the church, and decides not to be involved in their schemes. The Hunters have no secrets, they're jsut former gilded heretics who wander in the honesty of their brutality. Somehow she's formed this very very close connection to the Vicar Amelia. For some reason, she sees it as her task to tend to Amelia, making sure she's comfortable and cared for, and able to handle herself when Henriett is not around. Perhaps her secret knowledge of the blood means she knows why Amelia fears beasthood. She and her friend have their contingency plan. It is spoken of as intimately as one shares a secret to a lover, but no one quite knows their association with one another, no one can tell if this is an inappropriate church connection.

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Amelia is alone when we fight her Henriett only a few blocks away. Perhaps she wants her last human memory to be when she and Henriett were close, and not her seeing claws grow from her finger beds and her friend swinging stone to break her apart. She asks Henriett to leave and only come back when the blood breaks. Henriett thinks much the same. The new Hunter invites her to duel with a beast in the Cathedral, the floors are cold and cruel and Henriett remembers when she used to warn Amelia about walking across them barefoot and catching an illness.

Ludwig is an afterthought. A man she respected, she's here to give him the dignity he deserves. She wants him to see what a church hunter has become, someone who can carry a task for others. She performs it well and even if he sees the Hunter isn't part of them, she is the one to tell him (be it truth or lie) that his dear spartans have always fought for their honour. She doesn't know The Harrowed but she respects him enough to leave him with the beast's head

(if the Laurence summon is true (I've never found her summon)), She's there for her own fury. Her closest confidante, the closest she's ever been to a person. She had to kill her with the kindest mercy one can bestow on a Hunt. Laurence birthed monsters, Laurence made her friend a slave to a cult born from amniotic anguish of an underworld. Henriett's kindness is going to make this murder as cruel as she feels it needs to be. She finds a bed in the Hunter Gaol afterwards and takes the first rest she has in years. When Henriett wakes up, she'll decide to bury Amelia's amulet in the Upper Ward.

#bborne #my writing #vicar amelia #old hunter henriett #do I put this in the main tag? We will see

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helianskies · 4 months

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25 for engspa 😌😌 happy holidays!

we're moving we're writting we're engspa-ing - i hope you had a lovely holiday period! sorry for this being slowwww, but here ya go, and welcome to 2024! :D

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“Hey, where are you going? Arthur, come back!”

Arthur peers back over his shoulder just as he steps out of the meeting room, along with everyone else that has already packed their work so that they could officially embrace the start of their holiday break. With three weeks off, it is a blessing in tinsel-adorned surprise.

Even if he recognises the voice that has called to him, though, in those milliseconds it takes to turn his head, he wonders if it could be João, or Francis, or Ludwig. Someone logical. Someone that would have reason, surely, to want to make conversation.

His ears, however, have not deceived him.

He turns to find Antonio, yet to properly put his things away and part from the final gathering of the year. He seems to be waiting. Expecting. Arthur is unsure what for, though.

João does pass in the meantime, and claps Arthur on the shoulder (“Have fun,” he says, a comment yet to be understood) as he goes, and there is a brief temptation to go with him—it would be safer. A drink with João at a nearby bar to wish him a happy Christmas, before the Channel separates them again. He misses spending time with his friend. It gets harder and harder to make an excuse to see him with each year that passes…

Fingers snap in front of his face. Arthur jerks back, and then shoots Antonio (who has magically collected his things to leave) an unamused look as he recovers.

“What?” he asks, calling the other names only in his cornered mind.

“You never replied,” Antonio tells him.

“To you calling me back like a dog, you mean?” the Brit scoffs.

“No,” Antonio replies, however. “I sent you a message last week. A few, actually.”

Arthur stutters. He doesn't recall. He even asks Antonio if he is sure, but the way the other crosses his arms over his chest, raises a brow, and steels himself is the only answer he requires.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “I take it it was important.”

“Very,” Antonio replies.

“Well, like I said, I’m sor—”

“I asked you about your plans for Christmas.”

At that, Arthur blinks, his eyes staying shut for a good two seconds before he opens them and looks at Antonio with an increased level of bewilderment. “You want to know what I’m doing for Christmas?”

“Yes. If that’s okay.”

The Brit tuts, but he gives in. (Sort of): “I’m going wake up Christmas morning,” he begins to say, “make myself a cup of tea, have a sorry excuse for a breakfast, go for a walk, watch some crappy movie, have dinner, have pudding, and then go to bed.” His face relaxes. “Is that a detailed enough itinerary for you?”

Antonio only starts to look sorry for him, much to Arthur’s horror, however, and he says, “You aren’t seeing anyone…?”

“No,” the blond says warily. “Why?”

“Because,” Antonio replies, “if that’s the case, then you should come and spend Christmas with me.”

“With—” He scoffs, a pure instinctual response to something so— so ludicrous! “With you?” he barks. “Yeah, right!”

Looking mildly offended at the outburst, Antonio lets the stragglers from the meeting file out, breaking eye contact with Arthur for a good moment, before he finally looks back at him and says somewhat sternly, “I mean it. You can spend Christmas with me.”

There is only one word that Arthur is able to produce: “Why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why are you inviting me to spend Christmas with you?” the Brit clarifies. “Me of all people?”

“Well João and Francis are popping over as well over Christmas Eve and Christmas Day,” Antonio tells him. “Gilbert, too. And I’ve invited a few others, though I’ve not had definite responses yet… But it’s not just you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m not worried, I’m confused. Seriously, why are you—?”

“Arthur, please,” Antonio says with a soft sigh. “Do you really have to ask why?”

“Yes!”

The Spaniard rolls his eyes and shakes his head a little, but, in the end, he concedes: “I’m inviting you over, because no one should be alone for the holidays. It… doesn’t sit right with me.”

Arthur is stunned, for lack of a better word. He’s surprised—still a little bit confused, too—but more than anything, he is… touched. Not that he would dare say so aloud, because of course, he has no issues spending some time alone!… But…

…No one can deny the complexities lying behind England and Spain, and the relationship their personifications share.

Part of Arthur finds distaste in how this could be a gesture of pity rather than thought, because Antonio feels sorry for the fool who spends his Christmas sitting alone by the fire nursing a cup of tea and old memories of years gone by. Part of him at the same time, however, also wants to believe that this is all sincere, that Antonio cares, that Antonio wants him—genuinely wants him—to be there.

It could be a blessing in disguise. It could be a change to… branch out, he supposes. Enjoy some winter sun, while he’s at it…

“It’s up to you,” Antonio goes on to say amidst Arthur’s indecision. “But I’ve got a room going spare and lots of food to eat. So you’re welcome to come over if you want to.”

Arthur nods, and swallows down a lump of… he doesn’t know. Shame? Guilt? Uncertainty?

Then he asks, “Can I have some time to think on it?” as a polite request—a sign, really, that he is at least considering the offer he has been given.

“Sure,” Antonio smiles at him, much to his relief (and that smile warms him all the while, a sign in turn that the other is happy to hear it). “If you just give me a few days’ notice if you do decide to join us, that’d be good. Just so I can make sure everything’s ready.”

“‘Course.”

“Great. Well, uh…” His smile becomes a bit softer, and almost meeker, too. “I’ll… leave you to do whatever it was you were doing,” Antonio says, before he excuses himself and stps around Arthur to continue on his way.

It is as Arthur watches Antonio leave—as he watches how Antonio rubs the back of his neck and swings his bag and glances out of the corridor windows before he fixes his strides and pace—that something takes over him. That something deep within him calls out:

“Antonio, wait!”

The Spaniard stops, almost tripping over his own feet. Arthur hears him curse, and scurries after him as Antonio turns around.

“W… What is it?” the other asks him.

As Arthur arrives at his side, he makes his call: “I’ll come.”

Antonio perks up. Now he is the surprised one. “You will?”

“I am actually seeing my brother on the 28th,” Arthur says before he forgets, “but I— I can spend Christmas with you. In fact, I…”

“You…?”

Arthur clears his throat and musters up a faint smile for the other, finding it, at last, in himself to say, “I’d be honoured,” as his face warms, his palms start to turn clammy, and his tie feels just a bit too tight. “I would… very much like to see you for Christmas, in fact.”

Antonio’s smile returns, brighter than before.

Arthur’s happy holidays have officially begun.

[ full ficlet collection on ao3! ]

#helia writes #hetalia #hws england #hws spain #engspa #have a second ficlet just because :3c #(ifeelguiltyforhowlongit'stakingmetowritetheseahhhh)#go on arthur go have a warm(er) christmas man let toni show you how it's done >:)

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takumihum · 2 months

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GerIta Week 2023 - Day 7 - Engagement/ Weddings

My first GerIta fanart is 100 % finished

Long post, skipping the read to just enjoy the pics if you want. Those who take time to read are even more appreciated. Either way, thank you.

Now, enjoy!

Note: English is not my first language so pardon any mistakes there *hug*

The royalty regalia wedding outfits were designed carefully and creatively with my imagination and creativity, after referencing lots of sources for fashions in various periods in history. They are all inspired mostly by ancient historical medieval German and Italy Fashion feat some of the likes in other nations mixed in a little. That’s all for the brief description of costumes since explaining in detail would be too time-consuming…..

Here’re my outfits design sketches for Italy and Germany ..... and some random materials of references in endless sources I’ve based on (source mostly from world4.eu .....)

As GerIta melting like ice on a desert in each other passionate endearing yet soft gentle hugs and kisses vowing and exchanging wedding rings, they happen to find out previous lives in sudden rememberance.

In one life, they were enemies to lovers but unable to marry due to wars. In another life, they were King and Jack of the kingdom of Heart in which Feliciano chasing after Ludwig. Then in other lives, they were couples, in the form of kittens, in shapes of mochis, and so on.

Any boundaries, whatever circumstances, they always fell in love with one another. Despite being human, animal, unknown creatures, or living in what universe, era, or countries speaking what languages, Love found them always. They were destined to be together. Ever since forever till now and forever more. Everlasting love felt so illusional still real no less.

P/S : Actually the colors and effects vary up to the light's difference Some parts were eaten and ruined by cockroaches while I was busy doing other stuff and forgot to put the drawing away…..

Fortunately, I’ve had experience in drawing and fixing traditional art so it turned out nicely, not bad at all

I did want to write some more lines for other details,like the national flowers or especially the gigantic magical iridescent flying creatures and such but that’s all for now …..

Base reference is forgotten, I will add it later when I find it.

P/S 2: I do want to share lots of pics but that would be beyond too much…. Thank you for looking at my drawings. Have a nice day/night in your area

Thank you @geritaweekso incredibly much for holding the event and everyone participating enthusiastically

@geritaweek

#mixed media #traditional art #gerita #ludwig beilschmidt #aphgermany #feliciano vargas #geritaweek #aphitaly #day7 #geritaweek2023

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kekkuda · 8 months

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stuck thinkin hard bc I wanna do some bloodborne tarot drawings for the major arcana but I don’t know what to do with Gehrman bc I think most people would assign him to Death bc of the grim reaper aesthetic going on but the classic Rider Waite illustration being a dead knight on a horse trampling over a corpse is just literally Ludwig, just an undying knight rotting away on a corpse pile in bloodborne’s equivalent of hell

like the card also represents transition/change and inevitability which just works so much better with Ludwig’s role in Bloodborne as a cautionary tale of this is what happens to every hunter and even the greatest of us cannot escape it. It just seems so perfect for him I’m not sure what other card to give him because I can’t just assign him to the Moon bc its fucking bloodborne and every character has moon motifs and there’s literally a fucking Moon Presence

So that said I’m really thinking Gehrman is probably just going to be the Hanged Man because of the card’s meaning being linked to sacrifice/surrender, uncertainty, imprisonment, and apathy with a good old side of soft martyrdom. It has a lot of imagery dealing with being unable to escape from a situation or help oneself, often being associated with pause and contemplation which. Man it fits Gehrman so much better than just giving him Death bc of the grim reaper ass scythe and the fact that idk, he kills you. The hanged man also seems to have a common interpretation related to notions of letting go and I mean… come on now

how many times has there been an option to end a game with a character being like “congrats you did it, unfortunately the reward for it fucking sucks so you should just let me kill you (but not really kill you) so that you don’t have to suffer in eternal purgatory” hes the embodiment of severing ties and ‘letting go’ in so many aspects of his character, simultaneously physically attached from the ‘waking world’ yet unable to emotionally sever himself from it. He cannot make peace with his isolation, and he cannot ‘go mad’ from it either. He’s just forced to exist in a place of stasis as hunters constantly come and go and sometimes never come back should they turn or become trapped in the nightmare. Idk just some overthinkin

#bloodborne #ludwig the accursed #gehrman the first hunter #tarot #character analysis #ramblings #I still don’t have meds yet so I can’t think so good

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headingalaxys-spicy · 2 years

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Hi could u please do the reactions of yandere mob boss Spain, America, Germany, South and North Italy if their wife (who had no idea what their husband did for a living) found out about them being mob bosses and that they were yanderes? The s/o witnessed them killing their friend and took her and his kids and left to another country to hide from him. Thanks!

Oh look 5am posting shenanigans 🤣

America

‘You’ve been meddling in y/n’s personal life for far too long. It’s time you learn that you don’t meddle in our affairs.” A resounding ring of a bullet being fired rings out into the night time air.

Nothing moved. The world stood still for a moment as Y/N’s best friend had been taken away from this world forever……

Y/N had witnessed the entire scene play out….from Alfred’s control room. One of many that existed within his worldwide underground contraband empire. All they could do was slump into the large office chair as she watched the crimson continue to pour out onto the concrete floor like a river. Just like the tears that had sprung to your eyes they wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

Guards moved into the room and cleaned up the gory scene to make it look like the execution had never taken place. Your hand crept up to your face in a vain effort to comfort you & prevent it from ruining your make-up. You would have to peer up into those cold blooded killers eyes for dinner that night and have some passionate moments.

“Sir, someone is in your viewing room in your NY villa.” You heard someone say over the sound system. The dirty blonde simply nods his head unbothered. Your entire nervous system set a shockwave through your entire body. From your head to your toes your muscles had already begun the motion to jump and hide. However the chair beneath you had other plans.

Heavy metal clinged to your ankles, waist, and wrists. You let out a terrified screech. The multiple screens that displayed various places of operation all converged into one to create his face glowering down at you with distinct disappointment staring straight into your heart.

You had a torrential storm of emotions ragging in the pit of your stomach making your head and heart agree that you were petrified. Bright blues stared intently at you.

“Y/N what am I going to do with you?”

Eventually…after so much mental anguish that Alfred put you through …you became smart enough to act and feign being under his grip. You prepared enough to escape him. You obtained an offshore bank account in Switzerland. You had burner phones. You had well made passports for you and your children to get through any airport security. You thought of everything.

Germany

“Consider your days meddling in my private affairs with Y/N Frau (last name of BFF)” without a second to think about anything else his large gloved hand pulls the trigger. From then a pained wailing noise would not cease. The victim squirmed, thrashed, and struggled against the boa constrictor like restraints against the metal chair that was in his taunting steely blue eyes. He fired a bullet towards the feet of his prey. Ludwig had a point to make…if you disobeyed him, showed the slightest bit of defiance, there would be hell and bloodshed that would douce the ground for miles around.

Everything would be idyllic between the two of you. If you didn’t have friends that were so intent on meddling in your life and making things difficult for the two of you to grow closer as lovers. He stalked closer and closer towards his prey savoring the fear in their eyes like currywurst. The reverberating sound of hellish shrieks continued to hammer against the steel and concrete walls. The German man came to a full stop in front of the shaken deer of a person. His bulky figure towered over you and that's when your voice was stifled instantly when you caught a glimpse of his sadistic smile. Nothing on earth would be able to save you from his wrath in both your daily routine and in bed.

“Mein Liebling…” even though his voice was soft and not loud. It sounded like thunder to you…it didn’t help ease your trembling. “Don’t ever try to escape … it will always end badly for you and anyone involved.” He forces your chin to look at your friend's lifeless body that was soaked in blood. After a few moments he concentrates your attention to his cold gaze.

“Looks like I’ll have to retrain you on how to be the perfect spouse for me.”

Northern Italy

“Oh rigazza/riggazo , they weren’t important, they were trying to harm you.” He has a supportive hand on your back, in an attempt to sooth you after you just received news that your friend was killed in a fatal car accident. They passed immediately on impact.

You’d been inconsolable for 3hrs since learning the news and nothing for a long while would stop an ocean from forming in your apartment.

Feliciano was good at pretending to be sympathetic towards your predicament but your friend's planned death gave him a greater advantage over you. They were the last of the close knit connections you had while you were abroad and away from your family. They were one of the last people that you could confide in about your deeper fears about Feliciano that wouldn’t make it back to his ears. The man has a variety of different connections to you and your inner circle. He knew how to make sure that the truth would not reach your ears.

The current lie that he was trying to comfort you with was how they were jealous of your new life that you got to have while dating him. He’d been working on this lie for a few months now and it wasn’t working in the way he liked. It didn’t drive you away from your best friend but closer, and farther away from Feliciano.

He couldn’t continue to allow that so he had to come up with a plan. He began to give you space as you requested. And like any boyfriend candidate he went to work on how to best plan out the accidental death of your friend while plotting to become your only source of support. He created a hole within you and you’d be vulnerable enough to let him fill it. He will spin you into a fantasy that will make you forget that you ever needed anyone else in the world. He will lead you to believe that he is your prince and that what happened was all a bad nightmare.

Southern Italy

“There there, amore mio, I’m sorry but it had to be done. They were telling you lies about me and poisoning your mind.” His hands were resting on the back of your chair. He had a mirror set-up so that it could see you two framed together. A vision of a perfect couple, minus the blood and bodies that surrounded the two of you almost forming a demented ciricle of sorts.

You didn’t understand how someone who had the visage of an angelic gentleman but underneath all of the shimmering dazzle you allowed your shaded gray wings to be entranced by the phoenix.

Only sobs came out to give Lovino the reply he was waiting for. He places his head on top of yours so he can inhale the shampoo you’d used that morning. Lovino isn’t one to let go once he;s grown attached and fond of someone. You are no exception. As he exhales slowly you can smell the mint and aftershave mix reaching your nostrils. Even though you were used to him being calm, an air filled with sulfur could best describe the mood. One wrong statement you now know could set him off and more people whom you cared about would be off and more people whom you cared about would be in the wake of his fiery wrath.

Lovino quietly tries to hush you. “Shhh~ it’s okay y/n. If you don’t make matters more difficult for me today then we can go somewhere nice for dinner and I won't have you in chains…” He slides his hands towards yours and you do your best not to flinch at the sight of his blood covered hands. By now you nose was already accustomed to the smell of iron that coated the air like a freshly painted bedroom. 5-6 more tears break through your petrified (eye color) orbs. You desperately wanted out … a reset so you could unravel your recent life choices that led you to Lovino. Had you known all the things he was capable of and knew that he was a mafia boss well known in Italy you wouldn’t have been smitten with him.

However, it’s difficult to not be charmed by an Italian, they’re known for having avid sparks that refuse to be extinguished. You felt a light squeeze on your tethered hands. He was expecting a verbal reply soon. The air was becoming thicker with impatience, you could hear the beginning of an irritated growel that began to form in his diaphragm.

You decided that the best way to handle him was to douce the match that was already a light with your enduring sorrow that produced tears potent enough to overpower his budding rage. As the water flowed you barely managed to choke out.

“I love you Lovino.”

Spain

“Mi Amore what do you mean? You were having a bad night and had too much of France’s wine! That’s all! You know his wine tends to make you a little crazy. Come let's go somewhere for a walk in the moonlight.”

He wants to smooth over the small incident of you witnessing your male best friend being tortured in a burtal way before ultimately hsi life came to an abrupt end. One of his newer recruits let you slip away. You had followed the guidance of the sinking feeling in your gut to discover that your lover was not the simple carefree Spainard that you’d come to love deeply.

You were never 100% sure of how far out into the ocean's current of which you’d been dragged and with Antonio’s masterful undermining of your perception it is impossible for you to escape him and his influence. He flooded your mind with lies. To him your position in life was ina beautiful sea, to you it felt like you were in a waterlogged grave site. It would continue to fill with the bodies of your loved ones until you stopped fighting him. However, the thought of him still in your life still left you filled with rage. He was a murder… a monster… a mobster.

Yet for some reason you still had your doubts. Not that you really had the headspace to think through much of anything he said to you. Antonio always made sure that you were moderately inebriated with the finest wines to take the edge off your “damaged” personality. You tried not to think about his comments too much after all ….no he was bad! Right? Right?!

“Y/N come with me. Don’t be a stick in the mud. Come let's take a shot of strawberry tequila and head to the beach tonight. I think maybe turtles we can see!” Trying to sound more enticing and it would be nice to not exist in the same building …. Where you think your friends and some close family’s bodies are…. Or….

“Ready?” He brings you a teal and gold 2 ounce shot glass practically filled to the brim. Some of the droplets fall on your soft (s/c) and subconsciously you flinch…. You knew this liquid would be your best escape …. Even if only temporary.

The Aftermath (When you decide to Escape)

America

Eventually after so much mental anguish, you became smart enough to escape him and feign being under his grip before you enacted your grand master plan. You prepared enough to escape him; you had an offshore bank account in Switzerland. You had burner phones, well-made passports for you and your twin girls. You thought of everything that you’d need …but the first few moments before you would start your journey to a small nation. As your heart raced for the exit your body was set into overdrive.

You’ll manage to get to the destination safely but all the while you feel his cold blues on you like infrared beams. You were grateful that your twins were only 2 months old. It was risky doing what you did …your life will never know peace because those blues will never truly lose track of you.

Germany

What you did to escape wasn’t well thought out or well planned. You simply made sure your husband Ludwig was passed out cold from the excessive amount of Nyquil you mixed into his food. You knew you;d need some time to improvise an intelligent plan to save yourself and your two boys (3) and (7) .

“Mutti was passiert?'' ``Warum erwache spät in der Nacht? Your eldest son questions you, also showing off what his father has been teaching him.

“Alles klar aber….. ``Es ist volkstümliche Spiel, verstecke dich und gehe suchen.”

Like America he’s not going to take this act of defiance laying down for long once he wakes up. I hope you’re already in hiding once he wakes up. However you weren’t prepared for your 7 year old to be Ludwigs informant at such a young age.

N. Italy

The fantasy you were living in has been shattered again when Felician o lost his temper during dinner while your daughter (5) months was asleep in her tower that daddy built just for her. A maid you’d become good friends with while you were caged was caught in the line of fire as he let out his frustrations. Your memories of your friend who was trying to warn you of the evil that was camouflaged within the depths of his soul, but always lurking came flooding back to you. You knew that you had to continue to pretend to be living within the fantasy until you could find the rabbithole that led you back to a sane reality.

S. Italy

It was another lukewarm Autumn night overlooking the Mediterranean sea. Y/N had her 4 month old wrapped in a reddish brown blanket while a pacifier bobbed up and down in rhythm with amber eyes identical to their father. She rushed through the idyllic cobblestone streets as she hopped into a small yacht of sorts where she sped off into the night. She hoped the void like waves will shield her from being discovered, from her deranged mafia lover.

Spain

After almost losing your life while giving birth to your son… Your brush with death made you realize that you had to get your shit together. It was 13:00 and siesta time. It was the perfect time to enact your plan and put it into motion. “ (Sons name) lets go! Do you have the three of your favorite toys and the other things we talked about right?”

“Si mama!” You little boy chirps back at you. You were going to chill at Disneyland with an au-pair while you worked out the finer details with a lawyer and security guards that have sworn to help you evade Antonio for awhile.

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Kinktober Day 10: Deep Throating

Deep Throating [Sniper X GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Oral, semi-public, MINORS DNI]

[AN: 1001 words <3.]

Reblogs are appreciated!

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Mr. Mundy’s eyes darted between the faces surrounding him like he was scoping for danger in their expressions. His face appeared entirely relaxed but anyone who knew him as well as you did could see that he was more than flustered. It’s almost surprising, Mundy’s poker face when he wants it on display. His fingers were tangled over your scalp as you nestled snug between his legs. He could feel your fingers as they walked up his thighs to his zipper.

He’s silently keyed into the conversation that played out before him. It’s a Halloween related conversation, of course. Jeremy was jawing on about a couple's costume with Miss P. while she seemed more than disinterested. Spy seemed to be polite with the matter and kept the woman clad in purple some company from his illegitimate son. Mikhail, Ludwig and Dell were more than engrossed in making up new plans for “real zombies” and Pyro appeared to be more than fascinated with the tea lights that would soon be stuffed in the mouths of jack o'lanterns.

Mundy let a small breath escape from his lips as he felt the zipper being pulled down. He had lied and said you weren’t available for the “halloween pre-party” held the weekend before Halloween. That wasn’t true, as you were actually in the room with them, but none of the others needed to know that. The tall, lanky man had snuck you into the building before anyone showed up and here you were, about to blow him under the table.

A devious grin painted itself on your lips as you undid his zipper and immediately reached for his cock. You took him into your palm and slowly pumped him, working him up just a bit. You watched as his boot tapped rhythmically, almost impatiently against the floor as if he was trying to soothe himself. You opened your mouth and ran your tongue over the head. You almost squeaked when his nails dug into your scalp.

Mundy cast you a small look from where he sat with his legs just appropriately spread for you to rest between. He looked like he was annoyed with your teasing, but let you continue otherwise. He let out a soft, barely audible sigh before sipping at the decaf coffee Dell had rested in front of him. From anyone else’s perspective, it looked like he was just exhausted from hearing Jeremy suggest the cheesiest movie monster couples for the umpteenth time and not that you were kitten licking the head of his cock.

You swirled your tongue a few more times before finally running it along the shaft. You felt the way his veins pulsed under your pink muscle. He was warm, a little soft, and growing harder and harder under your touch. You didn’t want to use your hands for this one, only your mouth so you stuffed them between your thighs and squeezed as if to remind yourself to render them useless. You licked his cock up and down to coat him with your saliva. You could feel the chills as they ran wild down your spine from the pure taboo of it all.

Mundy’s hand pushed your head a bit, which prompted you to open your mouth and take him in. He held his breath as he felt your warm, hot mouth sliding over his cock while your tongue rolled and rubbed against him. He focused his gaze on something inconspicuous so as to not alert anyone what was going on. He would hate for them to know, or to give anyone the possible privilege of seeing you like this.

You bobbed your head slowly and bit back your giggle as he grew harder and harder in your mouth. You treated him like you would your favorite piece of candy. The slight precum that hit your tongue was bittersweet, a bit salty, but you were more than used to him. You felt as his thighs flexed, a slight ego boost for how good you’re making him feel. You grinned to yourself once more and slowly took him deeper, trying to take his full length. It was a bit awkward at this angle, but it was doable. Breathing in through your nose, you swallowed and took him as deep as you could to feel his cock slide deep down your throat.

Mundy’s nails scratched along your scalp as he slowly rolled his hips forward. It looked like he was adjusting his posture, but really he was rutting into your mouth. He pulled at your hair in a vain attempt to move you faster.

You were more than pleased to do as he asked but it was hard. You squeezed your eyes shut and minded your breathing before bobbing your head as best as you could. You could feel him growing more and more restless. You hummed quietly against him and felt his cock twitch a few times. When you flicked your eyes upwards, you could see his cheeks dusted with just the slightest of red. Your eyes widened with surprise as he once again pushed you to the hilt, a slight gag coming from the back of your throat that was covered by the sound of music played in the room as he came down your throat. He was warm and throbbed in your mouth, something that made your heart flutter and your lower half throb with need.

You let him remain in your throat for just a moment or so longer to really slurp up whatever he had to offer before gingerly pulling your head upwards. You licked his tip a few times to clean him up and suppressed your giggle as you felt his legs tremble slightly under your touch. You glanced at your wrist. It had only been about fifteen minutes. You took a shy, playful glance up at the man you loved more and smiled.

Mundy’s face lit with fire, but still, his hips rolled forwards, once again shoving his cock in your face.

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Perfect Accidents

Jean x GN!Reader

➢𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: Everyone could see how much Jean cared for you, if only you knew as well.

➢𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: fluff, idiots to lovers

➢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: nosebleed, some cursing

➢𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3.4k

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It was a beautiful sunny day in Mondstat, the streets were full with the energetic beckoning of vendors drawing you in with their various goods, a few bards tinkering with their instruments of choice, and the rowdy laughter of some men well into their third cup of wine despite the early afternoon hours.

Among these bustling sounds and music rang the never ending greeting of “Good Afternoon Master Jean and Miss Lisa!” The two women dipped their heads humbly and returned kind greetings, graceful smiles pulling their lips upward.

It wasn’t uncommon to see the two on an afternoon patrol together, especially with the unnerving presence of The Fatui Delegation occupying The Goth Grand Hotel.

The whole city seemed to be on their guard against the visitors, but none more than Acting Grand Master Jean whose own feet seemed to guide her in the direction of the hotel with a smirking Lisa close to her side as she whispered into her friend’s ear, “So when are you going to invite your cute little petal on a stroll?”

Jean’s cheeks darkened almost at a laughably quick rate at Lisa’s mischievous giggle.

“I’m simply patrolling the area, you know that my duties as Acting Grand Mas-“

“Yes yes your duties and honor and such but come on Jean, you’ve been idling about the Hotel like a hopeless little puppy waiting for your little petal to throw you a bone. Sooner or later they’re going to question why Master Jean is paying them and only them special attention.”

Jean shot Lisa a side glare, knowing that the sneaky librarian spoke the truth but would rather keep her pretty mouth shut than admit she was right.

“Like I said, this just a routine patrol, nothing else.”

Almost on cue, the pair caught a glimpse of your fluffy (h/c) hair thrown together loosely in a ponytail, a few curls framing your delicate features.

Jean allowed her eyes to trail down the expanse of your body, shirt rolled up at the sleeves to expose your toned arms as you tossed dirty water from a bucket into the gutter behind the hotel, no doubt you were just finishing up your daily chores.

The thought alone made Jean’s heart clench in admiration, despite being the renowned grandchild of Ludwig Goth with endless mora and connections to your name you stayed so humble and kind, working tirelessly to upkeep the hotel and care for your Grandfather.

Jean worked hard everyday to be in the same reigns as not her Idol Vanessa, but you as well. Your kindness was known throughout the City of Freedom and even beyond with a few important figures in the neighboring city of Liyue singing your praises.

“Oh! Good Afternoon Master Jean and Miss Lisa!” Your velvety sweet voice greeting the pair as they stood before you.

Jean swore she stopped breathing seeing how your brilliant smile pushed your shining eyes into cute crescents, a little dimple sinking into your left cheek that Jean often daydreamed about kissing forever.

“Good Afternoon little petal~” Lisa greeted with her usual teasing glint.

“Our for an afternoon patrol?” You questioned with a small tilt of your head, eyes focused on Jean who still hasn’t responded, staring at your with a dazed look that had you shyly pushing a curl behind your ear. You knew you should have cleaned up a bit more, how embarrassing for Master Jean to see you so disheveled you mentally cursed yourself.

Lisa looked between you two a soft sigh leaving her as she nudged Jean with her elbow, breaking the blonde from her thoughts as she coughed into her hand shyly, shoulders straightening up.

“Oh um yes hello Goth, we have gotten reports of uh monsters lurking near the gates so I personally came to inspect the areas. Is everything okay here? No obvious signs of danger?”

Lisa pressed a slim finger to her chin, “Monsters? My my I didn’t know about this until now?”

Now it was Jean’s turn to elbow the librarian, giving her another warning side glance.

“That sounds awful!” You gasped, a hand coming up to cup over your mouth before you looked away, suddenly deep in thought.

“Is everything alright?” Jean question with concern.

You looked back at the blonde and sighed as you set the bucket down beside you. “I actually had to go to Dawn Winery tomorrow and pick up a few barrels of wine. Those Fatui sure do love to drink.”

“Why put in a commission for someone to transfer to goods directly to the hotel for you? Maybe a few Knights might be able to help as well.” Lisa question making you shake your head with a chuckle.

“Oh I couldn’t take The Knights away from their work, plus the Winery isn’t far from the city I should be able to make it back before supper.” You tapped your chin in thought as you calculated the hours in your head.

“There’s always the issue of the monsters.” You mumbled.

“Master Jean will be happy to escort you!” Lisa smiled wickedly, grabbing her friend’s shoulders and shoving her in your direction.

The blonde managed to catch her footing before she completely crashed into you and made a fool of herself.

“Huh? When did I-“ before Jean could finish her protest you caught both of her hands in yours, your eyes practically sparkling.

“Really? I don’t want to trouble you if you’re too busy Master Jean!” Jean had to look away, heat quickly spreading across her cheeks as your warm hands fit so perfectly in hers and you looked at her as if she hung the very moon in the sky.

“I-I supposed I could help, there’s not much to do tomorrow…”

You and Lisa cheered before you pulled the woman into a quick hug before picking up your bucket and making your way back inside the Hotel just as you heard one of the guests calling for you.

“Then I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow Master Jean! Thank you so much! I have to go back to work now, have a great rest of your day!” You gave a final wave before disappearing into the building leaving a very flushed Jean and snickering Lisa outside.

Jean made her way to the main gates of the city, her head aching and eyelids feeling heavy from her lack of sleep.

She couldn’t help but toss and turn all night, the nervousness and excitement of being able to spend the whole day with just you was enough to have her heart and head racing a million miles a minute.

‘Keep it together Jean, don’t embarrass yourself!’ She internally scolded herself, pointing a finger towards her nose in a curious display.

“Am I interrupting something?” Came your amused chuckle ahead.

Jean’s arms quickly snapped by her side as she collected herself and greeted you a Good Morning.

You stood leaning against the bridges side, your arms crossed over your chest. You had changed out of your usual formal wear into a more casual outfit consisting of an oversized white puffed sleeved shirt and black slacks that clung to all the right places.

Jean had to fight back a gulp as she noticed you’d worn your hair up again in its messy but very enticing style that made her mind short circuit.

She wasn’t sure if she would be able to make it past five minutes with you looking so stunning.

“Good Morning Master Jean.” You smiled politely, the title never sounding so alluring to her before.

“I hope you got enough sleep, I know I could use a few more winks.” You yawned as you led her past the bridge to where two large white horses stood with a large cart strapped to them.

“I sleep well enough.” She said, only half the truth, “Are you sure you wouldn’t want to go back and rest, I’m more than happy to personally escort your goods to the hotel for you.”

You stopped and looked back at her, another one of your dashing smiles on display. “You’re awfully sweet Master Jean but I can’t possibly ask you to do that. It’s already weighing heavy on me that I’m taking you away from your work to accompany me.”

Jean was quick to shake her head, once again insisting that she was here on her own accord (kinda).

The walk to Dawn Winery was for the most part quiet save for the occasional story you told while animatedly waved your arms about and Jean listened, partially too shy to speak and being so mesmerized by your voice to form any words.

“Ah here we are! That was pretty fast.” You smiled to Jean as you both lead the horses to the water stations where Tunner stood inspecting a bucket of newly picked grapes.

“Good Afternoon Tunner!” You called happily catching his attention, “You’re looking very healthy today, I hope the medicine is doing you good.”

“Good Afternoon to you as well! Greetings Master Jean!” The old man welcomed you both cheerfully as he turned away from his work. “I am feeling much better thanks to you my child, I don’t know how to repay you for the medicine trip you took for me. Once these old bones work again I’ll be able to send for it myself.”

Jean looked a bit puzzled at Tunner’s words. You’d been helping take care of Diluc’s staff as well? Her heart couldn’t take how much more wholesome you were.

“Nonsense, the only payment I could ever receive from you Mr. Tunner is to see you as healthy as a horse.” You chuckled, taking Tunner’s slim hand in your own and giving it a friendly squeeze.

“I’m here for my order of wine barrels, is Ernest available?” Tunner nodded and pointed in the direction of the back cellar.

“He just went into the ground cellar for something, you’ll catch him there if you go now.”

You thanked Tunner before turning to Jean. “I’ll go meet Ernest with the barrels, you can watch the horses in the meantime? I won’t be long!”

Jean agreed and watched as you hurried along up the steps of the winery.

Tunner looked between your fleeting figure and Jean’s dreamy gaze with an amused smile.

“Quite a catch that (Y/n) aren’t they Master Jean?” Tunner smiled innocently as he turned back to his work as if he didn’t send blood rising to Jean’s cheeks and ears.

“Oh um, yes uh they are very intriguing indeed.” She coughed into her fist before leading the horses to the hay stacks so they could munch away.

Tunner shook his head and chuckled. “I’d say it’s good a time as ever to tell them how you feel before it’s too late.”

Jean looked back with wide eyes, an awkward laugh leaving her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Mr. Tunner, Goth and I are friendly acquaintances, nothing more, nothing less.”

Tunner gave the blushing blonde a quirked brow.

“If I may be frank Master Jean, these may be the eyes of a sickly old man but I know the gaze of adoration when I see one. I had the same look when I first saw Guy’s mother. Believe me when I tell you, you’ll only feel this once in a lifetime, don’t let your fear keep you away from the greatest feeling you could be blessed with.”

Jean’s eyes focused back to where you appeared beside Ernest, you two of you laughing loudly at some silly story you’d said, the gentle ring of your laughter being the only sound Jean wants to hear until the end of time.

“But what if they do not feel the same?” Jean half whispered, her shoulders falling a bit as she continued to observe her. “We come from two completely different worlds. What if see me as nothing more than Grand Acting Master Jean?”

Tunner looked ahead as well, his eyes softening at the girls words.

“Nothing in this life is guaranteed, but I can tell you for a fact there are things your eyes have not yet noticed.”

Before Jean could question what the old man had meant you jogged over to the pair, a bit out of breathe as you had just finished Ernest load the barrels into the cart.

“Okay, everything is checked out, we’re free to go! If we leave now we should be back to the city by sunset.” You placed your open palm above your eyes as you squinted at the sun.

“If that is all then we should head off.” Jean said curtly, bidding Tunner a farewell before going to hook the cart back onto the horses once more.

You blinked in Jean’s direction before looking at Tunner questionably.

Tunner simply laughed and waved his hand out. “Just deep in thought, that one. Do visit soon (Y/n), when Guy comes you should join him.”

“I will Tunner, please take care of yourself! Say hello the everyone else for me!” You waved happily before joining a quiet Jean back on the road.

Jean was uncharacteristically silent as you slowly made your way back to the city, her eyes trained onto the ground and her perfectly sculpted brows furrowed as she thought tirelessly about something, an occasional mutter leaving her lips.

You wondered if her conversation with Tunner had anything to do with this. Unless she had overheard your conversation with Ernest earlier?

You began to panic a bit, praying to every archon that she didn’t overhear you gushing about your unrequited love for the Acting Grand Master that only the Dawn Winery employees knew of.

Ernest had teased you mercilessly when he noticed you’d been joined by Jean, going as far as offering you a swig of some liquid courage so you’d finally confess to the Knight.

The idea was so ridiculous you’d both burst into a fit of laughter, quickly shutting up when you noticed Jean and Tunner looking at you through your peripherals.

What if she found out about you affection for her and was disgusted? What if she thought you weren’t worthy, that you were nothing but a helpless child that couldn’t even do a simple cargo task by yourself?

You’d been so deep in your self wallowing that you’d failed to noticed the thick root sticking up from the dirt place below you, the toe of your boots catching onto it sending you tumbling right onto your face.

Jean gasped and immediately stopped the horses, rushing to your aid and helping you sit up.

“Archons (Y/n) are you alright?” Jean worried, her gloved hands holding your face gently as she inspected you for any visible injuries.

With your luck you’d landed right on your nose, a steady stream of blood running over your lips and chin down to your white shirt staining it with a handful of crimson droplets.

“I’m alright! It’s just a little accident no need to fret!” You tried to laugh off the embarrassment only to wince as the pain from your nose blossomed, bringing a few stray tears to your eyes.

“It’s not nothing, stay still so I can stop the bleeding.” Jean sighed, reaching into her pocket and producing a delicate handkerchief Barbara had gifted her a few years back.

You squirmed and tried to pull away, telling her it was really just fine only to have the blonde grip your chin and call your name in that firm voice she used when she scolded the Knights.

You immediately quit your struggle, letting Jean gently blot the blood from your lips, her eyes trailing their soft appearance before snapping out of it and continuing her work.

You weren’t sure if your eyes were playing tricks on you or if it was the impact of the fall making you delusional but you were almost positive Jean had been checking you out.

Deciding it was now or never you let your hand trail up until you cupped it over her own, your fingers gently intertwined with hers as you searched her eyes for any sign of discomfort.

Jean looked down at your hands, a bit flustered by the look in your eyes as she dropped the handkerchief onto her lap.

Tunner’s words replayed over and over in her head as she looked back you, her heart running a mile a minute at how close you both were slowly leaning into each other.

She may be dense at times but it didn’t take a genius to feel the tension between you, so many unspoken words flowing between your lips as you inched closer and closer.

Tunner was right, it was now or never.

You seemed to have the same thoughts as the blonde when you both surged foreword only to smack both your foreheads and noses together, sending you flying back cursing loudly as your hands cupped over your nose.

“(Y/n)! Oh my Archons I’m so sorry!!” Jean rushed over to your rolling form, knees drawn up as you tried to override the pain.

“Fuck! Shit!” You hissed, finally stopping your flailing before collapsing onto your back, Jean coming to straddle you without a second thought.

“(Y/n) I’m so so sorry, I didn’t meant it!” She sounded close to tears as she went to hold the soiled handkerchief to your nose again.

“It’s fine- fuck, it’s okay Jean I’m okay-“ you breathed, your heart breaking as her ocean eyes began to fill with tears at the thought of hurting you further.

“No really I’m okay, it was my fault for being too eager. You did nothing wrong, I’m alive aren’t I?” You tried to laugh through the throbbing pain, trying so hard not to think too hard at the feeling of her plush thighs caging you to the ground.

“No it was my fault, I thought that we were going to- nevermind, does it still hurt?”

You perked up at her words, the pain suddenly the last thing on your mind as you shot up, your hands quickly holding onto the blonde’s waist to keep her from falling back.

Jean yelped as you arose at the speed of light, her hands quickly grabbing onto your shoulders.

Another wave of heat attacked her cheeks as she took in the fact that she was perched so nicely in your lap.

“So I wasn’t wrong?” You smiled wildly, your hands gripping her waist tighter as you leaned in with excitement. “You feel the same way about me?”

Jean looked down at you in shock, her mind trying to process your words as your eyes practically sparkled with every star in anticipation.

“U-Um? I think s-so?” Jean tried to speak out. “As friends you mean? Or maybe s-something else-“

The word vomit couldn’t stop, Jean continued to ramble in panic as your gaze softened.

One arm tightened around the Knight’s waist while the other cupped her cheek and pulled her down till your lips gently slotting with her soft ones, effectively silencing her rambling.

Jean practically turned into putty as she leaned into the sweet kiss, her taunt muscles relaxing into your hold as you held her so lovingly she thought she’d float away.

You both eventually pulled away, both mirroring soft smiles as you reveled in the comfortable silence.

“I hope that answers any questions you had?” You teased playfully as Jean laughed picking a twig out of your hair.

“Hm, I don’t know. I think you could have been a little more clear?”

“How about we head back to the city so I can be a little more direct?” You wiggled your eyebrows at the flushed girl as she giggled and wiggled to free herself from your grasp.

“We need to get you back so the sisters can treat your wounds, don’t give me that look.” She held her hand out to help you up as you sat like a pouting child denied candy.

“But it was just getting fun, come on Master Jean.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself (Y/n) Goth, you need to get checked up.” Jean firmly stated, using her Master voice.

You quickly got up at attention flinging your arms around her neck with a pout.

“Don’t use that voice with me, I won’t be able to keep still.”

Jean snorted and shook her head at your words not knowing if she could handle any more of your flirting.

“Come on before it gets too dark. Big scary monsters are lurking around remember?”

You gave up and went to guide the horses back to the gates, unsatisfied.

“Promise we can cuddle after this?”

“Knights honor.”

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