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sweetyluvs · 10 months

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20 with abby please 🙏😻😻

𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

abby anderson x fem! reader

ask and you shall receive 😉

tags - fluff, comfort, angst(ish), kissing and mentions of typical canonical violence!

it was no surprise that in the WLF territory it was filled with violence and mayhem, Seraphites fighting against WLF weren’t uncommon. at all. Abigail Anderson was Isaac’s top scar killer, her kill count above any number you’ve tried to reach. being a medic was hard, too, but you know that being a dependent warrior was harder.

It was uncommon for Abby to have a day off— a day to herself, and a day to spend with only you. You began dating the gentle girl around five months ago, her stuttering, red faced confession making your heart burst more than it already did when she was around. Once your relationship truly began, you really began to see her troubles. As her friend, you always tried to be there for her, but as her girlfriend, you fully understand her burdens and feelings, leading for you to be able to help her heal— may it be physically, or mentally.

so that’s how you got here, stirring Abby’s favorite meal in a pot, making it fresh and warm for her to come home to after a 12 hour Patrol. You hummed lightly upon cleaning up the last of the dishes, your sink side filled with the other clean ones. Your head snapped behind you upon hearing the door open, a smile gracing your features upon the familiar footsteps that met your old wooden floor.

Abby walked into the kitchen, her beautiful long braid falling down her shoulders, messy, dirty strands falling out. Her face was covered in dirt; making you assume she has taken a nasty tumble. Her elbows were scraped and her hands were bloody. Your smile only continued upon seeing the smile on her face.

“Hey, bambi.” she said, walking towards you. “abby,” you breathed, wrapping two arms around her neck as her hands wrapped around your wait, grabbing you softly. “How was it?” your question seemed to make her cringe, lips pursing. “it.. could’ve been better.” she said, shoving her head into your neck. you sigh, understanding. “I’m sorry.. But, I made you some hazelnut soup,” the moment those words left your mouth, abby’s head whipped up and she sniffed the air repeatedly. “so that’s what smells so good.” she murmurs, letting you go and quickly making her way to the pot on the stove.

“I’ll serve you some, it just needs a few more minutes to finish.” you said, watching as she bent over and let in a big inhale. “You should take a bath, abby. so you can be all warm and cozy when you eat it.” you grinned, watching as she nodded, turning around to you.

“that sounds great. feel.. feel like coming with me?” she asked, her hands entrancing itself with yours. “of course.”

you both walked to the bathroom, abby stripped her clothes as you ran the bath, putting bubbles of soap in the running water before removing your own clothing.

as your took off your last piece, you heard a satisfied groan erupt from the bath. you turned your head to see abby, her braid still intact as she laid eyes-closed in the warm water. You smiled, approaching her from behind and pushing her up, sliding in the bath behind her.

You wrapped your arms around her wait, swaying back and forth as the bubbles moved with you. you sniffed, silence following for a moment.

“good thing you agreed to this bath.”

“oh, shut up.” she laughed, nudging you off and reaching for her braid tip, removing the hair tie and placing it outside of the tub. You were never not awestruck upon watching her beautiful, long, golden, braid made curls fall from her head. You would enjoy them more if they were clean, though.

you reached out of the tub, below the right corner of the section to grab the bathing sponge— bringing it inside the water and coating it in the soap.

low hums emitted from your throat as you moved abby’s long hair out of the way of her back and began washing it softly, up and down. A heavy sigh left her lips, back relaxing into the soapy sponge easily. You held back a giggle at how she folded. Moving the sponge to wash her shoulders, down her arms and around her sides. she was completely soapy now, eyes shut.

“can you dunk your head in the water?” you whispered softly, guiding her head softly under the water upon the nod she replied with.

The dunk was quick, but thorough. Soaking her golden hair completely. as she sat back up you reached for the shampoo, squirting it on the top of her head before beginning to massage.

if abby wasn’t relaxed before, she definitely was now. Her head hanging back, neck loose as you washed her dirty hair. Your long nails massaging her scalp softly. Your hums started up again; a song your mother sang you since you were small. You’d told abby about it when she heard you humming it, and she said she loves the tune and thinks it’s cute when you sing it.

your hands move down from her scalp to her loose hair, running your hands through it softly, allowing the shampoo to travel down. you stopped for a moment, simply admiring her. You bent forward, landing a sweet kiss to her cheek; watching as her face turned red. “what was that for?”

“just admiring the beautiful girl in front of me.” you murmured, continuing your streak of washing her hair. Abby laughed, the light action shaking her whole body.

“okay, beautiful, dunk.” you commented, to which abby dunked her head again. You washed her hair with conditioner and she dunked again— complaining.

“ugh— how many more times?” she says, wiping the water from her eyes. “none. you’re done.” you grin, scratching her back softly and kissing her cheek once more before standing from the rub, the water falling off your naked body quickly as you reached for a towel.

Abby followed suit after, her muscles gleaming with the slick of the warm water. You gave her a towel, she wrapped it around herself and as she dried, you changed and quickly went to the kitchen to get her a bowl of soup. Your hand wrapped around the old bowl and brought it to the pot on the stove, filling it to the brim before garnishing it with crushed hazelnuts and a mint leaf. You had finished just in time, as abby had also walked into the kitchen.

She sat down, her hands still drying out her hair with her white towel. You placed the bowl in front of her, bending down lightly to kiss the crook of her nose. “Enjoy, love.” you mumbled, watching as she smiles and grabs the spoon; greedily gulping down the soup.

Abby may be big and muscular, but she’s a cute, gentle girl under all that strength. and you love her both ways. and you’re glad you made a whole pot of soup.

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mcflymemes · 8 days

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THE EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE (2000) PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

how shall i do it?

oh, is that hard to believe?

is this really the best you could do?

check out this piece of work.

i'm here because i received a summons.

word on the street is you can fix my problem.

the drinks were a bit on the warm side.

okay, i admit it. maybe i wasn’t as nice as i should have been.

do you really want to kill me?

so is everything ready for tonight?

i thought we’d start off with a soup and a light salad, and then see how we feel after that.

we’re about to go over a huge waterfall.

bring it on.

you got all that, honey?

what about dinner?

all right. a quick cup of coffee.

but what does that have to do with anything?

you’re sort of confusing me.

how did you get back here before us?

by all accounts, it doesn’t make sense.

i never liked your spinach puffs.

ah. should have seen that coming.

you know what, you could have told me that before i set it up.

now you stop being hard on yourself. all is forgiven.

it’s not the first time i was tossed out of a window, and it won’t be the last.

what can i say? i’m a rebel.

i can’t believe this is happening!

break the door down!

are you kidding me? this is hand-carved mahogany.

so you lied to me.

couldn’t pull the wool over your eyes, huh.

why did i risk my life for a selfish brat like you?

i was always taught that there was some good in everyone, but, oh, you proved me wrong.

now i feel really bad.

you threw off my groove!

he didn’t pay his check.

this had better be good!

this is the last time we take directions from a squirrel.

yeah, like that would ever happen.

will you take a look at this?

oh, is that hard to believe?

just thought i’d give you a heads up.

what do you mean the door’s stuck? try jiggling the handle.

you’re the criminal mastermind here, not me.

just leave me alone.

it’s my birthday gift to me. i’m so happy.

hey, it doesn’t always have to be about you.

uh, he doesn’t really wanna talk to you.

hey, did you see that sky today? talk about blue.

don’t drink the wine.

our moment of triumph approaches!

oh, he’s doing his own theme music.

i’m so glad i was unconscious for all of this.

you’re not just gonna let him die like that, are you?

don’t listen to that guy.

if it were me, i’d march right back there and demand to see him.

you just saved my life!

believe it or not, i think i need a bath.

maybe i’m just new to this whole rescuing thing, but this, to me, might be considered kind of a step backwards.

i ate a bug today!

what is this guy babbling about?

i’ll be sure to tell him you stopped by.

i gotta go wash something.

anything sounds bad when you say it with that attitude.

let me guess, you have a great personality.

thanks for going back on your promise!

how long has that been there?

someday you’re gonna wind up all alone, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.

hmm. don’t know, don’t care. how’s that?

for the last time, it was not a kiss.

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fictionalgap · 5 months

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Steal my heart (chapter 2)

Pairing: Kit Thantalos x Thief! Reader

Summary: You woke up somewhere you don't know.

Warnings: Swearing

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Note: I accidentally used spoon feeding here too and have no regrets.

Song Recommendation: Blue Eyes - Elton John

"Dehydration and malnutrition. Honesty Its kind of a miracle for her to be able to carry herself, let your higness to the castle ." The healer was reporting to the Queen.

"Your majesty, our two guards just let us know that she was a part of a criminal activity. That-that she's a thief! "

"I don't care who she is. She saved my daughter's life. I owe to her."

You were able to hear the conversations but you couldn't find the strength to open your eyes and move around.

"B-but."

"That's enough. " you heard a familiar voice.

"She saved my life so what I need is, her to be okay." The familiar voice sounded distressed.

"Yes, your highness. "

You felt sleep taking you once again in its world.

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You woke up to sunrays in front of your eyelids. You blinked a couple of times. You were in a bed. You looked around to see the girl who you carried to the castle. She was sitting in a chair next to your bed and polising her sword.

"You are awake! How do you feel? "

You blinked a couple of times. You wanted to answer but your throat was too dry to make a proper sound. You licked your lips and before you knew she came closer to you with a glass of water.

"Let me help. " You nodded as you looked in her blue eyes. She put her hand to the back of your head and raised it so you could drink from the glass. You sipped the water first then you grabbed the glass and finished it in a second.

You were thirsty.

She took the carafe and filled your glass with more water.

You chugged it in a second again.

"Thanks." You managed to say to the princess next to you as you looked up and down to take her in more.

She smiled and it rushed your heart.

"No problem...wait." She said and went to get a healer to check on you.

She came with a middle aged woman who first checked your temperature with the back of her hand.

"How do you feel? " th woman frowned worried.

"I feel better. Thank you."

Your stomach grumbled in a desperate way.

The princess nodded to herself "I am going to bring some food."

You tried to hide your red face.

"She needs soft food, your highness like soup. Something easy to digest but I can make someone go get her you don't have to-"

The princess already vanished to get you something to eat.

'Are princesses really that helpful?' You thought to yourself than you remembered what happened in detail.

She was bit by a large snake but she looked pretty good now.

You cleared your throat.

"How is your highness? She was bit. "

Woman who was busy with things you didn't know turned to you and her gaze soften.

" Yes, she was but thanks to you she is alive now. We are so grateful for that. Your highness's mother, Queen Sorsha wanted to see you when you got better."

"Oh... uhm. Sure and I'm glad I could make it in time. "

"Your highness is fine right now. Don't worry about that. You on the other hand had been sleeping for two days."

Your eyes widen to woman's words.

"What? Two days? I -I..."

The princess came into your sight with a tray in her hands with a dedicated expression on her face. She put the tray to the table next to you.

You tried to sit on your bed but you hissed when your back shivered in pain.

The princess and the healer tried to help you to sit properly on your back.

The princess was very close to you right now which made you blush. She took the bread and started to make it into small pieces and d put them in the soup.

You could feel her breath when she sighed as she grabbed the bowl. You looked at her face. 'She is really pretty." you thought and you might have looked at her more than appropriate cause the woman cleared her throat and you turned your head to her direction.

She smiled knowingly.

"Your highness I shall feed h-"

" I want to." She took a spoon of soup blew it to make it a comfortable temperature.

"I can eat own my own. "

The healer and the princess shoted a look to you and you found yourself being unsure.

"I- I mean. I really don't want to be a bother." you explained nervously.

The princesses eyes pierced yours.

"How can you say that when you literally saved my life. I couldn't make it without you. Thank you. I owe you. "

You smiled softly.

"You don't owe me anything. It's an honor for me your highness."

"It's Kit. Call me Kit." Her smile met her eyes.

The healer's mouth hang open as Kit's head turned to the healers direction.

"Brenda, did you know she didn't know I was a princess when she took me here?" she smirked at your direction.

"Really? " Her eyes widen with shock.

"Yeah. I told her I was a daughter of a guard in the castle. "

You remembered the earlier conversation.

*Flashback*

Your arms ached with pain as you carry the girl who was becoming more and more pale by each moment.

"You don't know where the castle is? "

"I'm not really from here."

"Where are you from? "

"Not around. "

"That was specific." she chuckled with a groggy voice.

You sighed heavily.

"Why are we going to the castle? Who are you?"

"My dad works there. As a guard. They can help me there. "

"Is that why you dressed up as one? "

She snorted as much as she could a poisoned person can.

"Don't tell me you stole your daddy's sword. That looks too good for you to have."

She smirked tiredly.

"You know about swords? "

"Kind of... " you smirked tiredly.

*end of the flashback*

You understood why she lied.

Many people could kidnap the Princess for their interests.

She put the spoon between your lips. The soup felt delicious and warm. It was like nothing you had for the longest time. You let her feed you as you eagerly took every spoonful of soup down to your stomach.

" Why didn't you eat before, darling? " The healer asked.

Kit cleaned your mouth with a napkin.

"I didn't have time to."

A few minutes passed with silence. You were never spoon fed by a Princess before. It felt weird. In a good way.

Kit's brows raised up.

" I heard things about you. "

She cleaned her throat and looked at the healer. The healer took it as a sigh and left you two alone.

You gulped.

"The guards came here, didn't they? "

You didn't felt like lying to her.

She sighed.

"Yes, they did. They told my mum, the Queen that they were looking for you. They told her that you are a thief. " She stopped and looked at you for an explanation.

You looked down at your lap and fiddled with your fingers.

"If I am going to jail or be executed I-"

She started to laugh "What? "

Her laugh was a song you never heard of.

"I mean, It's true. I am a thief."

"You saved my life. So you're not going anywhere." Her face came closer and it was pretty serious. "I-I mean anywhere bad. " She got back in her chair.

Relief came to you by her words but her being close to you made you nervous.

In a good way.

"Thank you, Kit. "

She put her hand on your leg.

"No, thank you, ...uhm? " her eyes pierced yours again as she smiled.

"Y/N." you smiled.

Her hand warmed your entire leg.

"Thank you, Y/N." She smiled softly.

You never really knew you could ever like blue eyes so much until now...

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misc-obeyme · 6 months

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You know what time it is.

Lesson 33 spoilers, including the hard lesson, here we go!

I am pleased. And I am not pleased.

I had so many great moments with all my faves. Solomon being there for me, Levi being a lil cutie, THIRTEEN DATE, Barbatos giving me lil Ds. What glorious moments. I shall share some screenshots momentarily.

BUT FIRST.

Belphie. What the fuck.

Technically, this is Mammon’s fault. He was the one who was like it’s not wrong to feel upset about it and like yeah he’s right, but Belphie is clearly taking that statement to an EXTREME.

We are dealing with YANDERE BELPHIE, my friends.

If I remember correctly, he was always supposed to be yandere. So now we’re really leaning into that, huh? Like straight up, I am going to keep you here forever because you’ll be happier with me than if you leave. Our boy’s gone a little off the deep end lol. I kinda love it.

Though I was really surprised by his final line of “I don’t want you to see what’s inside my head.” He seemed really concerned about it. Considering all we’ve seen already, it can’t be that bad, right? Then again, I wouldn’t want anyone I know to get inside my head, either. Please stay out, you don’t need to see the horrors, thanks.

Also, we still haven’t made a pact with Levi. Just like we didn’t actually make a pact with Beel. Is it because now they’re not sure they want to have pacts with us because of the whole needing magic to get back to the human world thing? I swear I have a memory of Solomon telling us that we could make pacts with all of the brothers at the same time. But we already have pacts with three of them? So why would we only make pacts with three or four of them at the same time? I’m so confused. Someone please share your thoughts with me on this because I don’t get it???

I really feel like they directly addressed some of the concerns we’ve all been having in this lesson, too. I mean Solomon straight up talks about wondering what the brothers we left behind are doing. Or if time is still going there or if we’ll end up exactly where we left etc etc. HOWEVER all that soup talk makes me think they are just going to mesh it all together. ‘Cause Solomon also said this:

What does that mean? How can the future brothers influence what’s happening in the past? Unless their memories are changing in real time… ugh why did they have to go with time travel shenanigans?? Don’t they know this junk hurts my brain??

Anyway, now it’s time for some of my favorite moments, enough about time travel and feelings and pacts!

Because my favorite sorcerer also said this. And I know there are some questions about his motives and blah blah but I don’t care. I love him. He’ll be all serious, then say something sweet and reassuring, then do something crazy or try to cook again… he’s got so many sides to him lol.

STOP MAKING ME LIKE YOU MEPHISTOPHELES. (Please you were like the last character I was neutral about I can’t afford to get obsessed with anyone else.)

Honestly, I laughed so hard when he said this. Mammon just called him out directly and he LAUGHED. He laughed and was like yeah duh of course, idiots. And look how pleased he is about it, too.

May I bring your attention to my baby Levi? Look at this silly guy. I was so happy I got to hug him. And the group hug was adorable, too. Satan protesting the whole time lol. Lucifer coming in and being like… I regret asking.

I swear sometimes I wanna kiss this guy JUST to watch him blush. It’s so freakin’ cute.

Smitten. I am smitten.

The way she’s like I don’t get why you like these weirdos, but I know they matter to you. Don’t worry, it’s going to work out. How she gets all defensive of MC. Her cute little smile. The way she suggests coming to visit MC in the human world & saying that Solomon can come too?! LIKE. I love her so much.

HE KNOWS.

Listen I was thrilled about this whole part - Barbatos being mysterious and giving me a weird piece of paper and a Little D? Yes forever. But also I think we’ve all suspected him of knowing the truth and this part right here just solidifies that for me. He definitely knows. He knows everything about what’s going on. I don’t think that means he’s Nightbringer or even that he’s working with Nightbringer. He could just know because he’s got access to all of time and what not. But either way, he knows.

Honestly I love Barbatos so much. Just the small parts we had with him were enough to get me in my feels. I also really enjoyed the hard lesson because even if Luke doesn’t know what’s going on, I think Simeon does. And their discussion was interesting.

So I’m gonna leave you with one last Barb moment.

I’m so impatient is it the end of the season yet?? I wanna know how it ends right NOW.

#it’s been a minute since I did a whole post with screenshots #but there were so many good moments this time tee hee #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me nightbringer lesson 33 #obey me solomon #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me thirteen #spoilers #misc lesson recap #misc rambles

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cactusnymph · 8 months

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the right ingredients

Even when he was a child himself Gale was never good at dealing with other children. Burying himself in books all day and using the biggest words he could find to sound impressive and to be as precise as he could never really resonated with most other children—or adults, for that matter.

So when Tav walks over with a child in tow as he carefully cuts some onions for tonight’s dinner, Gale is wary. She is scrawny, with a mop of red hair and two differently colored eyes. The most important thing about her is the fat, fluffy cat at her side, staring at him with huge eyes as if he might throw it in the soup at any second.

“Gale, this is Yenna. She’s staying with us for a while. I thought she could help you cook?”, Tav says with a smile. Gale wishes that smile wouldn’t turn his brain into something that feels much like the bubbling soup in the cauldron looks. He clears his throat.

“Uh—“, he starts, unsure of what he wants to say. The child looks so big-eyed that Gale is afraid she might start crying at any second and that would most likely be even worse than having her cut some carrots. “Have you ever cooked before?”

She shuffles and nods.

“Yes, I’m real good at it! I can make all kinds of stuff. Porridge and omelets and squash soup and—“

As Yenna continues to list a total of eleven dishes she can cook, Tav rustles her hair with a soft look on their face that makes Gale’s insides tingle. Oh, he wishes he didn’t feel the unnecessary pang of jealousy just because he wants them to touch his hair and smile at him the same way. Emotions are to terribly silly.

Gale coughs.

“Well, that sounds very impressive indeed. Yenna, was it? I suppose I can make way for an assistant. Usually I don’t allow others to interfere in my nightly cooking, but! Since our fearless leader recommended your prowess I shall—“

He stops himself as Tav looks at him with an amused smile.

“Right”, he says, catching himself. “How about you peel some of those potatoes over there?”

“Yes! I can do that, sir!”

“Mind me sitting here while you work?”, Tav asks, their head tipped in Gale’s direction. Once again he marvels at the fact that he never really spent much time with anyone, let alone a Tiefling. Tav’s dark blue skin is not unlike the nightsky, especially with the white freckles covering their entire face and their muscular arms. Gale would like to pretend that he does not spend innumerable minutes of every single day staring at their biceps. But he would be lying to himself, of course.

He allows himself to follow the curvature of their horns and gaze at their glowing white eyes before turning to Yenna.

“So, I see you have a cat companion! As do I. What’s their name?”

“This is Grub”, Yenna says, her tongue sticking out between her lips as she peels a large potato that looks even bigger in her tiny hands. “He’s shy. What’s your cat’s name?”

Gale carefully dumps some sliced onions into the bubbling liquid.

“Her name is Tara. She’s been my companion for a long time and I miss her dearly.”

Yenna smiles at him. She has a front tooth missing.

“Do you also have a cat?”, she asks Tav who is casually chewing on a piece of carrot.

“No, I don’t. Always wanted one, but my pops was allergic”, Tav says with a rueful sigh. Gale notices that their eyes linger on Grub but they keep their respectful distance. Considering Tav’s habit of speaking to every single animal they come across Gale can imagine that they asked permission to pet Grub—and were denied.

Yenna is quiet for a while as she peels potatoes and Gale does his best not to comment on the uneven peeling. He can imagine that Tav would not appreciate him reprimanding a child for less than optimal peeling techniques.

Usually Gale doesn’t allow anyone else to intrude on his cooking, but he has to admit that it’s not too bad to keep his territorial habits in check for a bit, if just to bask in the delightful companionship of Tav. And even though Gale usually doesn’t deal well with children, Yenna doesn’t seem to mind his presence or the way he speaks.

She asks for the meaning of every ‘big’ word that he uses and listens intently as he explains and Tav watches the two of them with a glint in their white eyes.

“This smells so good already”, Yenna sighs and sniffs the air with her eyes closed. “Can I stir it?”

“Certainly”, Gale allows and Yenna grabs the big wooden spoon excitedly before dunking it into the soup. Gale doesn’t cringe. He doesn’t. This is a child in distress that deserves every piece of distraction she can get. Gale can let her stir his soup even though she stirs it as if the spoon is running away from a goblin horde.

“Maybe in the morning you could teach me how to make a proper omelet”, Gale says and Yenna almost drops the spoon into the soup.

“Really?”, she says, her eyes impossibly big. It makes Gale’s heart melt. He might not be well equipped to deal with children but their joy is something precious to behold.

“Absolutely! One should never stop to acquire new skills and knowledge”, Gale says with a nod and a little bow that makes Yenna giggle. Finally, she hands him back the spoon and sits cross-legged on the floor next to the fire as she watches him season their dinner, asking about every single herb he adds to the cauldron.

It takes him a while to notice Tav looking at him with a soft expression on their face.

“Now why are you looking at me like that?”, he can’t help but ask. Tav laughs quietly and shrugs.

“Nothing. Just appreciating your efforts”, they say. Gale would love to hear more about what exactly it is that Tav appreciates, but Yenna is still watching him intently so he goes back to holding out a fresh sage leaf to her so she can smell and taste it before he adds it to the soup.

As the smell of his soup spreads through the entire camp the rest of their colorful band of misfits starts gathering around.

“Well, well, well, Gale, have you finally found your match in the kitchen?”, Wyll says, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he settles down next to Tav on the ground.

Gale waves his spoon.

“Yenna has hereby been promoted to assistant chef”, he answers and Yenna beams.

“I will teach Sir Gale how to make an omelet tomorrow!”, she proclaims proudly, Grub now curled in her lap.

“Very impressive! I can’t wait to taste it”, Wyll says with a smile and winks at Yenna.

“Maybe I can also learn how to make some pie! I love pie. Mister Gale, Sir, can you teach me how to make pie?”

Gale thinks that it seems so mundane compared to everything else he’s been doing with his life up to this point. To sit here, around a fire, stirring a soup for a group of people who—in another life—would never have been in his inner social circle, being asked by a child for cooking lessons. It’s so different from everything Gale has experienced while he was with Mystra.

It’s trivial. It’s simple.

And yet it makes his heart sing in an entirely new way.

“I will have you know, I make the very best cherry pie in all of Waterdeep, young lady”, he says with a little flourish, using the spoon to underline his words dramatically. Yenna claps full of excitement. Grub purrs, Tav laughs and Wyll and Karlach shake their heads about his exaggeration.

And for this moment in time Gale thinks that he could be happy after all.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #yenna #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 fic #mi writes #bg3 spoilers #(for act 3 but mostly in the form of yenna the character)

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ryuv1i · 2 months

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Frigid♔Magnanimity꧂

Eustass Kid x Princess!Reader

TW for this chapter: Mentions of death, mentions of decapitation, vulgar language, Kid being a hot dick, torture

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Chapter 2: Frilled scars

…”You know y/n…I once went to this beautiful place, it was a cold yet mesmerising land…there was a soft white blanket of snow and a beautiful waterfall…you could see foxes, deers and other little creatures going near the river to drink water…it’s a pity I didn’t get to visit it fully… I’m so mad I didn’t get out of the carriage and go explore the vast snowy hills myself…” Your mother looked down at you as she held you in her arms…you were just 4 years old… “Y/n…promise me you’ll get out of here and explore this beautiful massive world…it’s a pity I won’t be able to come with you…” Your mother held you close… “Why mommy? Why can’t you come wifh me…?” Your mother’s face slightly sorrowed but she kept her warm smile… you would’ve said so much more if you knew this would be the last conversation you would’ve had with your mother…

Later that afternoon you entered your father’s quarters in a rush. “FATHER WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! Why would you execute such innocent maids?! On what matter?!” You yelled at his highness. “My orders were clear. He shall be tortured and kept on the brink of death for this decade before his execution. It’s fun to see them in pain. You shouldn’t show him no mercy! He’s a filth to the face of the earth. He’s nothing more then a bandit and rule breaker. I wont have him try and murder me. Nor your younger brother!!” Silence fell over the room before you broke it again. “How could you do this to a human being?! And what about me and Mary…? Do you not care about us too?” You asked… “I could always find another queen. And I wanted sons, sons who can lead and conquer. Not daughters. You’re useless to me. I’ll get rid of you as soon as I find a prince willing to marry you.” Hurt was an understatement…you felt destroyed as you heard these words come from your fathers mouth…you knew he never cared for you the same as your younger step brother but you never would’ve thought he would’ve said it without regret…he was your father…yet he saw you as nothing more then a burden.. “HO—“ a loud slap echoed through the room as your father silenced you. You touched your red cheek and raised your eyes to his. “I DONT WANNA HEAR ANOTHER WORD. If you keep at this I’ll end you with the same fate as your rotten mother.” His eyes bore into you, cold as ice..you pulled yourself together the best you could and left his apartments…you rushed back to your quarters as little droplets of tears fell down from your eyes. A week later you sat at a window in the palace and witnessed as your ladies-in-waiting and other maids were all executed for apparently plotting to kill the king… the only one your father spared was the one closest to you, your best and only friend…Yuki. Her mother was one of the maids killed and she spent that evening sobbing next to you as you comforted her till she cried herself to sleep on your bed…After she finally fell into a deep slumber you went out onto your balcony and stared out at the vast sea, the ocean was calm and the wind felt soft and warm…you felt so horrible you wanted to stab yourself in the chest…you felt guilt. Guilty for the women who were killed for what you’ve done, their blood was on your hands. You yourself broke into a quiet cry…leaning on the railing of the balcony. You felt guilty but you also felt horrible leaving someone to starve…

That night after midnight you made your way back down into the dungeons where Eustass Kid was being held…you walked to the very end of the corridor of cells…in the last cell he was asleep…you made sure he was…at least you were hoping…you were holding a tray with a piece of meat, a few slices of bread and a bowl of soup In one hand and with the other you turned the key in the lock and stepped inside the cell…he was still breathing steadily as you quietly placed the tray down…but as you were about to leave a strong hand grabbed you by the throat and pushed you all the way into the wall..you helped and struggled to breathe, when you opened your eyes again you were met by intimidating amber eyes…it felt as if he was staring right through you. “So you’re the little fucker that’s been bringing me this.” He let go of you and you fell to your knees in a struggle to regain your breath. “The princess eh?” He stared down at you confused. “The fuck…why are you out of all people doing this. Shouldn’t you get ready to meet your fuckin’ prince in shinin’ armour or something?” His tone seemed a little more calm yet his glare still felt as if it was piercing through you… “…You got charged with death for simply setting foot in our kingdom…I don’t understand why…you didn’t do nothing to my father….” You spoke with a hint of anger in your tone aimed towards the king. “I’m a pirate, princess’ I’m an outlaw. And I’m hated for my reputation.” He walked back to the mattress and sat down on it. “I don’t hate you…I mean I don’t really hate pirates…I’ve always wanted to talk to one! So I can hear more about the world and their adventures! I-..I really wanna explore the whole world…” You rest your back against the cold wall of the cell, you were only wearing your nightgown and a brown cloak over it…so it was pretty cold for you… “then just skip over to your father and bat your eyelashes at him and poof you’ll be on a lavish ship surrounded by guards and staff to be at your every need” He rolled his eyes. A few moments of silence were met…you were hugging your knees for a twinge of warmth. “That’s…not true…you might think my life is perfect because I’m a princess…but my father doesn’t even care for me. He sees me as a politic alliance. He wants to marry me off to some king that’s 40 years older then me just because he wants a political alliance with some other kingdom…if it wasn’t for my step mother I would’ve been married off before 16, I’m forced to marry someone who’s chosen for me, birth him as many children as he wants. And for gods sake if I don’t give him a boy I might as well say my prayers. My father killed my mom. Just because she failed to give him an healthy male heir. So he charged her with adultery and she was executed. He barely knew I existed. But after my younger step brother was born he was the light of his life. Kings don’t care for their wives or daughters. A week ago I dared speak up at my father and he threatened to have me face the same fate as my mother. So yeah. Let me go and bat my eyelashes at him.” Your gaze fell to the floor. The only sounds were the droplets of water falling through the cracks of the ceiling before they were met by Kid’s deep voice. “Fine then I’ll kidnap you when I’m outta here.” You raised your eyes at him and raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?” You looked at him confused…”I mean, imagine how much my bounty will go up if I kidnap a damn princess.” He noticed your slightly uneasy aura. “Can her highness not take a damn joke?” He teased. “That isn’t a funny matter. Kidnapping someone isn’t funny.” He rolled his eyes for maybe the 100th time and grabbed the tray of food and started eating…just whilst he was eating you managed to take a look at him properly…he had a lot of wounds…he noticed you staring at him and he whistled to get your attention. “Like watcha see princess’…?” A little pink hue made its way onto your cheeks and you turned away as he laughed at you. After a few more moments of silence you spoke.

“You can go….I mean…I unlocked your cell…I won’t tell anyone…” he finished swallowing the last of the meat, got up, walked over to you, crouched down at your level and flicked your forehead…hard. “Are you stupid? I don’t know where shit is, there must be guards everywhere and I have a sea prism cuff.” He raised his wrist on which was the cuff. He grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you up. “Get the hell out of here. I don’t need a princess to rescue me.” He pushed you towards the cell door and he went back to his mattress and plopped down on it. You didn’t protest and just left…you locked the cell door and ran back down the corridors…you were almost caught but you made it back to your room…after changing into a clean nightgown you got into bed and stared at the ceiling of it…that same feeling you felt there first day you met eyes with him made its way to your chest again…your heart skipped a beat as you thought of his shirtless body again. “What is wrong with me?!” You thought to yourself as you turned onto your right side and hugged a pillow to your chest…after a while you fell asleep that way…breathing steadily whilst your cheeks still with that pink hue on them.

Later that night Kid found himself with the king and two guards in front of his cell. “The fuck you want.” He said with a low growl in his throat. “I don’t think that’s way to talk to the king.” Kid scowled. “I couldn’t give a further fuck.” The king smirked. “So someone keeps bringing you food. Which one of those filthy maids has been doing this.” Kid laid back down on the mattress with his arm under his head. “Maybe it’s a man who knows.” The king’s face fell to anger. “Guards, take him. He’ll end up speaking one way or another. The guards entered his cell but Kid didn’t even flinch. “Yes yes torture me, cuz that’s been working wonders. I hope you fucking know that anything you do to me won’t bring me down you fucker. And one of these days I’ll have a damn knife at your throat.” The guards chained him and took him out of his cell and down the corridor towards the torture chambers.

The next night whilst you were bringing him food you noticed the key to his cell wasn’t working anymore…till you noticed the lock looked new…so they changed the locks…you still could push the tray through the gaps of the bars..but when you took a good look at him you froze…he was bleeding, he had numerous wounds and had dried blood at his mouth nose and in many other places.. “Kid! W-What happened to you?!” You placed the tray down and ran right up against the bars. As she noticed he wasn’t answering she ran back where she came from…Kid then turned his head as he heard her run off, he placed his head back against the mattress and closed his eyes. A few minutes later he heard your steps run back down the corridor, this time you had a lot of bandages and medicinal herbs and tissue…he seemed a bit surprised by this. “Get the fuck out of here. As you said your dad doesn’t care about you so he’ll kill you if he finds you doing this to me!! Leave. Get the fucking hin—-“ “NO! i don’t Care what you have to say. I wont leave till you let me treat you! You might get an infection! Or worse die. So get over here and let me patch you up!” He didn’t move for a few seconds then a sigh left his lips and he went up against the bars so you could reach your hand in between them and patch him up…first you cleaned up his arm(and a half) and bandaged a few scars, then you did his back where he seemed to have a few open wounds as other marks…he slightly shivered when he felt your warm hands against his calloused skin. It was a contrast from the cold scent he got used to…it felt good. After you were done with his back he turned around back to face you…he had a pretty nasty wound on his abdomen and you tended to it…he felt tingly as you were caring for him like that..it was weird he wasn’t used to this, nor did he want to appear weak..after you were done patching him up he snatched the food you brought him and let’s just say that food was disposed of in a matter of seconds… you asked him about what happened and he told you in short detail what your father did last night. As your little conversation lead on you managed to get him to tell you about a few of his adventures…and places he’s been to..you were amazed…till you didn’t realize that it’s been a few hours…by the time you left to go back to your room and sleep it was the crack of dawn…yet you still went to bed…all those places he told you about had you dreaming of visiting them. And it also slightly brought his mind off things as he’d hear you laugh and be interested at his stories…that laugh and smile of yours were white stuck in his head…

Authors note: Sorry that this chapter was quite short, and I’m sorry for the late update but I just moved so I was extremely busy. Also! If you want to be notified when the next part comes out I’m starting a tag list so just comment below if you wanna be added! Also if you ask Kid’s cell bars are the rectangular ones so that’s how reader can reach better through. I hope you enjoyed it and I wanna thank you for all the support! I love hearing your thoughts and asks/requests it just makes me smile! Also my requests are currently open, feel free to ask/request anything you want! Thank you so much!

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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m thinkin abt the “blunt vs flowery” language thing and…… in the year of our lord 2023, i don't even want to imagine how far back we'd have to go in genshins timeline until we see ‘hey shawty' written on a cave wall-

you try to be better about it, sometimes, using only the fanciest words and the most floral of tones, but all you ever succeed in doing is giving zhongli flashbacks to the archon war-

in the same vein: modern humor. would literally make them think "is this some sort of divine joke im too mortal to understand?" except even the archons need to cite sources on why a piece of bread falling over would be funny- maybe you slip sometimes, but you only ever get halfway through like “i’m neurodivergent and a minor” before you realize they don’t know what that means— “what if i had blue hair and pronouns” but they’re just sitting there like… doesn’t everybody have pronouns….? and kaeya has blue hair- are you implying he’s divine? what about chongyun?? xingqiu??????

anyway um. this is me bringing up my unfortunate (but very funny) habit of saying “i’ll boil you like soup” whenever i’m mildly inconvenienced and hoping it triggers Thoughts about the casual/slang threats we make and how they cope

sorry if this reads incoherently it’s 1am for me rn— also i’m debating becoming a regular anon here, are your applications open? 👉👈

SORRY IF I RAN U OFF BY NOT REPLYING QUICKLY!! BUT I’D LOVE TO HAVE LABELLED ANONS! I’ve already added some taken name I could see in my mailbox so check the pinned post and choose whatever isn’t taken! phrase or emoji, etc.! :)

this isnt super long bc ur stuff seemed chill on its own/idk what I could add! So I just focused on one aspect

gif is literally everyone reacting to you trying to speak “flowery” like them lol

ALSO u guys probably dont remember bc I took so long but I’m still writing/going to post that Blunt Lang. AU Fanfic One-Shot! so here’s some quick headcanons ill add on ive got anon!!

No TWs/Content Warnings. SFW.

so this was gonna be chill but-

BESDIES RANDOM SHIT LIKE MEME REFERENCES

THAT WONT MAKE SENSE TO THEM BC INHERENT INTERNET/DIGITAL UNDERSTANDING NEEDED

WHAT IF ALL UR JOKES OR REFERENCES ARE QUITE LITERALLY, ANCIENT??

like anon said about even the archons having to pull out sources/cite your stuff to understand it, like finding really old tablets/scrolls/carved wall words 😭

u giving Zhongli a history lesson/brush up LMAO

If ur annoyed at them u just need to make more jokes, leave em scrambling for their pocket notes LOL

I like to think since you sound the OLDEST

that the ancient shit like Phanes/Four Shades/Seven Sovereigns are the closest in speech

(look theyre all alive and shit for my genshin, goddamit i still gotta tell u guys abt my genshin fill-in lore au)

and they’re closer to the “beginning of history” in teyvat so theyd get more references

theyd literally understand u the best and they like, all in the Abyss or like deep in Teyvat,

so u just casually strolling up to Azdaha’s place instead like

“How’s your day been Azhy?”

“Same as the days many before, my lord. How are thee?”

“Good enough, hey, why don’t I bring some food from my old world by that I’ve made for you to try out? Something new, y’know?”

camera pan left to see Zhongli looking up, then back down as he scribbles notes trying to better understand, Xiao has crossed his arms and is squinting, Ganyu is behind Zhongli and is trying to peek over his shoulder, Cloud Retainer and other adepti have like hidden nearby to overhear lol

♤

FLASHBACKS FOR ZHONGLI-

HE’S OVER HERE LIKE

“Please do not disturb your countenance my Wànsuìyé, the vernacular is pleasant to mine ears and sufficient for speech.”

“I shall, uh, try my best Zhongli, thought I know ye have- wait- thy have? Whatever, accepted it, I shall keep attempting to better match thee!”

HIS FACE-

He’s literally just → 😰😣💀

(flashback to at least 1 really ancient/old god he had to fight for his life against, they were the hardest battle he’s ever faced, and Azhdaha was helping him by that point too, so it wasn’t even like he won alone… rip zhongli got ptsd)

He keeps trying to subtly stop you from practicing it, he also desperately discourages others from helping you 😭

(Zhongli was about to be called Rex Lapis again when Venti was trying to get on his last nerve by constantly encouraging you to speak fancier, but in the incorrect way, at dinner with them one time)

Like that last content with them pretending not to kow each other but 5x the tension and Venti is fooling around even more so than usual lol

THANKS FOR SENDING IN YOUR IDEAS!! I FUCKING LOVE HEARING OTHER PPLS BRAINROTS OVER STUFF!! AND SORRY AGAIN IT TOOK FOREVER!! ITS BEEN A ROUGH YEAR OF UNI FOR ME/IM GRADUATING!! <333 TYSM ANON!!

Safe Travels,

💀 ♒

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonderss / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylazaa / @genshin-impacts-mee / @wholesomey-artistt / @thedevioussmirk

#fuck my tags #I hate that tumblr doesn't remember for me #im not a machine dammit i cant remember all this shit #genshin isekai #genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #sagau #genshin sagau #genshin reader insert #genshin imagines #genshin god reader #my asks #rip to ppl who wanted longer content from me srry #its coming soon i promise #trying to post p2 of possession au and get that one shot blunt lang au posted :D

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darkwitchingflower · 2 months

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ITS BEEN A WHILE but here's things me and my friends have said as pjo character pt 4/5???

Annabeth: That's not very feminism of you (@wraith--2)

Hestia: maybe build like a life size bread bloke (@carpcranium)

Leo: Feels like my toes are bleeding but it's just cause they're defrosting (@wraith--2)

Percy to annabeth: Nooo pookie don't leave ill get her a spider abortion (friend not on tumblr)

Annabeth: I thought I'd die before seeing common sense in this gc (friend not on tumblr)

Jason: It's not boring to want money and to not be even more mentally ill (@indecisivenb)

Leo: Sure bud (me)

Piper: Jesus was not straight (@wraith--2)

Some random camper in the dining pavillion: Hes staring into my soup (@wraith--2)

Leo: Everyone needs a piece of Leo (friend not on gc)

Leo: Me dehydrated: must not drink sex juice (@wraith--2)

Jason: Me and Percy cockfight like 3 times (@chefchennan)

Piper: Harry x hermione

Ron x jesus or smth

Luna x whoever tf she ended with? (Friend not on tumblr)

Mr D to someone being given a quest: You don't have a choice

They don't have a choice

It's equality all around (me)

Piper: Im not a people pleaser, im a woman pleaser (friend not on tumblr)

Jason (idk why but i instantly thought Jason): saggy balls? (@chefchennan)

Thalia: From your local asexual xx (@wraith--2)

Thalia: Homicide on Pinterest is an interest (@wraith--2)

Chiron: oh that's nice to see! A camper with a smile! (My criminology teacher)

Annabeth: ye I made percy smile by telling him I didn't like him in greek! (Friend not on tumblr)

Apollo: Will! Thoughts on be crime do gay?! (@carpcranium)

Thalia about Frank: Me and him are still friends we shoot kids together yesterday (@chefchennan)

Will doing some form of doctor test idk: I'm gonna skedaddle into your scrotum (@wraith--2)

Thalia: I f**king love garlic bread yummers. Its gotten so bad that I eat is everyday. I sweat garlic butter and shit out logs of bread. It's an endless cycle and I remake the garlic break with what I unleash (friend not on tumblr)

Percy to Annabeth (leo helped after frank found them in the stables): Thine eyes are blessed with the sight of her. Her.

Who I wake to every morning and think of

Who I dream of at night

Aphrodite has forsaken me yet she is my light

The waves will roar and crash

And I know, she is always up for a smash (@wraith--2)

Leo to literally any girl with a pulse: When I see her thoughts are gone

And all I can do is simply long

She could never be mine

Yet still I pine (@wraith--2)

Rachel thinking abiut percy: Days will pass and the sun shall set

All the while I'd place a bet

That I'm still there

Twirling my hair

Dreaming of something that was never fair (@wraith--2)

Thalia: is is the most fun I've had in ages, I'm trying to teach the bot aromanticisum (@wraith--2)

Thalia: As a matter of fact I am definitely aromantic but thanks for the suggestion (@wraith--2)

Leo, he meant to say floppy disks: Have you ever seen one of those floppy dicks-...🤏 (friend not in tumblr)

Mr D: Anyways orgies (@wraith--2)

Will to Nico: She's like nah, no love hearts have an onion were like Shrek now (me)

Percy: When I go to sleep I'm going to dream about gay sea creatures aren't I? (@wraith--2)

Annabeth: It's okay I'm a big girl I cry into my pillow (@wraith--2)

Annabeth: ohhh right in the trust issues (@thatonelazyghost)

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batrachised · 5 months

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Adventures in Maud's Recipes

Tomato Jelly Salad

The Recipe

It's been a while since I've picked up LMM's cookbook, after the successes of the New Moon Pie, the cornbread, and the potato soup! I experienced hit after hit - New Moon pie was light and delectable, the cornbread a taste of Eden, and the potato soup apparently academy award worthy. Why at this point, I thought to myself, I should trust Maud's judgement implicitly when it comes to the dinner table. But then I pondered: I'd only tried the recipes that are difficult to get wrong. What if I tried one of the more out there recipes? Cornbread is one thing; raisin pie another. I considered my options. There was dandelion wine, but that required wild dandelions and I didn't feel like curling up with a book and a glass of pesticide; salmon jello molds (yes, really) but that was too much for me (there are some paths even I dare not tread for the sake of lm montgomery); or, I found, there was the aforementioned tomato jelly salad. This salad involves tomato juice, vinegar, onion, sugar (hold on, now we get crazy) which you combine with gelatine to make a jello (keep holding on) and then while the molds are forming, you add a vegetable such as peas or cabbage. For the crunch, I suppose. After all, everyone wants their jello to be crunchy. For obvious reasons, I hesitated. While I do not hate jello, I am suspicious of jello combined with tomatos and peas. In fact, it took me months to build up the emotional resilience to try. Yet, try, I have, and you shall hear of it.

The Results

After a rather disastrous mold experience (I made the mistake of pouring into a floppy dish instead of a metal one, thus meaning any movement of the dish resulted in tomato jello liquid everywhere), we landed on this:

Do you see the peas? Waiting, in the jello like little minnows? What's not to like about this presentation? I love all of my meals to look like bloodsoaked peas. I go for "Veggie Tales mass murder" when it comes to meal presentation, personally.

After bravely moving past the Veggie Tales crime scene, I popped a piece out onto a plate. Here's what it looked like out of the mold (featuring wizard hat roommate's banana chips in the background, my food photography skills are truly impeccable):

That looks vaguely pretty, if it weren't for the peas. One last photo - much like a crime scene, I feel obligated to provide photos from multiple angles. The mold is definitely molding. I suppose you could argue this is vaguely Christmas themed due to the red and green.

The Review

You're supposed to eat this wrapped in a lettuce leaf, but I detest lettuce leaves in that form and refused to do so. I would take this pure, raw, unfiltered by any form. Wizard Hat Roommate insisted on watching as I took the first bite. Tremulously, I took up the fork. Would it taste all right? Would the texture be too much? Would Lucy Maud deliver? I paused, then boldly took a bite.

I want you to imagine the flavor of ketchup. Then I want you to imagine this flavor transmitted via the medium of jello. Then on top of that, as the cherry on this veggie tales sundae, I want you to imagine this ketchup has peas in it. Needless to say: I did not enjoy it. It tasted wrong...disordered...as if the earth itself shuddered as I bit into it. Is this how Frankenstein felt, feeling his creation lurking in every corner of the world? Haunted by the work of his own two hands?

Okay, in all honesty: it wasn't that bad. It wasn't good, but it wasn't bad. The taste was okay - I didn't like it but it wasn't disgusting. The texture was weird - I didn't like it but it wasn't disgusting. The two combined admittedly pushed it, but it only toed the line of being gag worthy.

It didn't help that the color of the jello meant my subconscious kept expecting a sweet cherry flavor, only for my mouth to meet vinegary tomato and peas. Ketchup jello with peas on top is not for me personally, though I won't speak for anyone else. Wizard Hat Roommate insisted on trying one, and actually finished hers. She described it as something she'd never make, but she could eat. We shall see if Clifford Roommate has the same opinion.

So, what would I rate this? Well, if a zero is a mouse in a pudding sauce, and a ten is Susan's monkey paws, I rate it Aunt Martha's ditto served cold and topped with peas.

#batrachised bakes #i don't know if this was baking or culinary crime #it felt like culinary crime #hey anyone happen to want 4 more jello molds?

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hello! im just wondering lil something :) would you be open to writing something about little max but since daniel is away because of his wrist maybe someone else looking after him when he is little maybe someone like lando or someone who he is close with? :)

“My daddy is in the hospital,” is the first thing that Max says to Brad when he lets himself into the apartment that Max shares with Daniel.

It’s a shock. That Max is little.

Alone and little.

They were supposed to be going on a run, that’s why Brad is here after all, and he has no idea how long Max has been like this.

The little is sat on the rug in the middle of the floor, Mr Roar in his lap, Soup at his side, and plenty of other plushies scattered around him.

“Hi buddy,” Brad says, greeting him normally. His eyes scan the apartment for anything out of place but apart from the plushies all over the living room, everything looks normal. He can’t have been small for too long then.

“Daddy is in the hospital,” Max tells him again. Before adding “in Spain!” as though that is a very important piece of the puzzle. Max’s bottom lip is wobbling and he’s brought his hands up to rub at his eyes, Brad isn’t surprised that he’s a little emotional, he has been so brave to be here alone without Daddy or anyone to help.

Brad crouches down beside him on the rug, opens his arms, and within seconds Max is pressed against him. Desperate for comfort.

“You’re right, he is! Does Daddy know you’re here with me?” Brad asks, suspecting that this is an involuntary drop. That Daniel won’t know Max is little.

“No,” Max sniffles.

“Shall we call him?” Brad offers, running a hand through Max’s hair in a soothing gesture. Max’s cheek is smushed up against Brad’s chest, so Brad feels it when Max nods his head in answer to the question. Max’s hands are pawing at Brad’s shirt and he’s crying silently now, desperate to speak to his Daddy.

Brad has Daniel’s number saved in his phone for emergencies, he supposes this probably qualifies as an emergency, so he taps the FaceTime button and lets it ring.

“Hey,” Daniel says when he answers, a frown etched on his forehead. Brad has never called him before. “Is everything okay?”

“Daddy,” Max whines. Now that he’s heard Daddy’s voice he’s scrambling for the phone, prying it from Brad’s hand to see Daniel.

“Oh Maxy,” Daniel’s face falls. That tells Brad all that he needs to know, Max has involuntarily dropped all by himself.

“I miss you,” Max tells Daniel. He’s holding the phone way too close to his face so he has the best view of his Daddy, Brad is pretty sure all Daniel can see is Max’s nose.

Brad listens as Daniel talks to Maxy, tries to reassure him and bring out the playful happy boy that they both know and love. It works, because Max is charging around the apartment with Brad’s phone now, showing Daniel his plushies. The boats outside. The weather. Everything.

“Can you put Brad on the phone, Maxy Max?” Daniel says eventually, and Max comes trotting over to Brad, dropping down into Brad’s lap so they can both speak to Daniel.

“Hey,” Brad says, he’s pretty sure he knows what Daniel is going to say, but he doesn’t want to overstep. He’ll let Daniel ask him.

“Do you mind staying for a while?” Daniel asks, “I can’t- the thought of him alone…”

The answer is yes. Obviously. Brad mentally rearranged his entire week the moment he walked into the apartment.

“Of course!” Brad assures. “We’ll have a good time, won’t we Maxy?”

“Yes!” Max nods at the camera. “I will show Brad my paints!”

That makes Daniel laugh, even if it’s slightly distorted by Max’s thumb covering the speaker of the phone.

“Good luck, mate!” Daniel says to him, and then “Maxy be good for Brad, yeah? And show him where all of your things are…”

“I will, Daddy,” Maxy says seriously, “I will miss you every second until you is home.”

Brad runs his hand up and down Max’s back, trying to soothe the boy.

“I will miss you every second too,” Daniel replies, his eyes soft. “I’ll be home soon, darling.”

#this is so bad omg #I have lost the ability to write #and also I tried to write from brad’s pov and it just wasn’t coming to me!!!!#but anyway!!!! I thought it was cute in the end #answered #anonymous #turkey dinosaurs au

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qa-senpai · 1 year

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[You comfort Scaramouche] 🫶🏻

Warnings: Mention of toxic behavior, stressful day, self loath, comfort, Fluff.

Character: Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi-(soft¡Dom) x Reader(Y/N)

Note: I'm still learning to write better, so I'm very sorry if this isn't in character or maybe not as you hoped for.

"what the hell are you sayin-" his expression change completely after seeing you like this. moments ago who had been grinning with ego, now only pitiful spreads around his face. He hate to see you like this but he can't seem to find a word to express how he's feeling.

"I'M DONE! I'm so sick and tired! Trying to put everything on the line and always try to be perfect around other people! Especially you!" You snapped at him, leaving him speechless.

"I tried so hard and yet here you're always keeping your ego above your feelings! What about me? Don't you think you're being too cruel...?" Tears began to fall down on your face. Your tone become more and more low, it sounded more like a whimper. Trying to not make a sound but you just can't. You had enough with his shit, always blaming you, always want you to behave like a good doll and never break any of his rules while he just didn't even get to manage his schedule for you and leave you all alone in the house for almost a week without any news about him. You were planning on going to the fatui to see him, telling him how much you missed him and needed his affection but this? This is all you get from him. "Like I told you I came here because I missed you!... You never even!-" before you could finish your sentence he started to move forward towards your direction, "Y/N i-im...sorry i-"

Your eyes widen and quickly began to shield yourself from him by covering yourself with your hand. "G-get away from me! Don't come anymore close!" He stopped his movements, seeing you trembling and the thought of you hate him from now on, made his heart shattered to pieces. Did he really break you till you acted this way to him? Did he really been treating you badly all this time, thinking he hasn't done anything wrong but now...

You had enough as you wiped the tears from your eyes and glared at him with disappointment. You plan on leaving as you made your way through the door. "Seems like a scum like me must be getting in a way of your work. then I shall leave before I waste anymore of your time." As you were about to leave you heard shouts and fear in his voice. He soon grab your clothes and now is kneeling infront of you with tears and terror in his eyes. "P-Please! I-im sorry! P-Please I'm begging you! I know, I'm nowhere in the position of hoping for you to forgive me after the way I treated you. I always thought of keeping you on my sight, keeping my distance was the right thing to keep you protected but now I see I was wrong. So please...!...hic...P-p...p-please... don't leave me...!" His voice was rusty. The state of him remind you of how Kunikuzushi, his old self. Surely he did hurt you but you can't be mad at him too long. You began to soften and kneel down infront of him as you hugged him. " Shh, there, there. I won't go anywhere. So please stop crying."

His hands were shaking against you, his breathing was heavy. Tears keeping falling down. "do you hate me...?"

"what? No! Kuni... Listen... I may sometimes can be mad at you but I could never hate you. I love you to much but please... Next time don't let your ego get the way of your feelings for you, even for me." He only nod and began to rest his head against your chest, eyes closed. You soon felt his body was getting warmer, you began to put your hand on his forehead and that's when you know he had a fever. Your eyes widen. 'Shit! No wonder he..'

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Soon he began to open his eyes as he found himself resting on a bed. He quickly sit up as he look around.

"c-calm down, we're in our bedroom. I carried you here while you were unconscious."

He look at you finding you just got here while you were holding a soup in your hands.

"I..! Ugh... I'm sorry I caused you trouble and now this... "

"hey! don't say that. We look at each other so please don't sweat it!" You smiled sweetly to him began to move the spoon forward to his lips.

"want me to feed you?" His face was red by your words, he look away and took the spoon from your hand.

"I can eat by myself." (//////)

You roll your eyes and give him the soup bowl. "Same old scara." He glare at you and just continue eating.

"so Kuni, I want to ask you a question. Were you hiding your fever from me?"

"hah?"

"is that the reason why you didn't give me any news this week and forbidden me to see you?" Your face went dark as he sweat. He ignore your question, pretend he didn't hear anything from you as you cross your arms. "As expected. You always wanted to look tough even at your limits. I wish you could just be honest with me. If you just tell me, I wouldn't judge you as others Kuni."

"..."

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The Boy in the Window ~ Tommy Shelby x Reader (Series)

Summary: (Y/N) thinks the boy her daughter sees in the window of the neighbouring house is nothing but a childish fantasy, after all, no one has lived there for years, but when she brings that boy to lunch, she realises that he is in fact very real, rather hungry and quite cold and above all- the son of none other than the infamous Tommy Shelby. Expect spoilers for Peaky Blinders Season 1-4.

Note: Lets meet Charlie, shall we? I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

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Warning: Canon conforming mention of violence. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

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Wordcount: 4729

Part 1

[Prologue]

Well, (Y/N) realised, he was certainly real.

Very real in fact- and currently staring up at her with wide, bright blue eyes, made even brighter by the blue jumper he wore over a white shirt.

His hair was as pale as the summer sun, but both their cheeks were rosy from the cold. Unlike Emma he wore no coat and no hat, and so a few stray snowflakes were melting in his hair.

“That’s my Mummy!”, Emma told the boy. They seemed to be about of an age, her just a little bit taller than him but that said nothing, not when they were still so little.

“Hello.”, he said shyly, stretching out his hand.

(Y/N) was still holding the bowl of soup and quickly set it down before turning back to the new arrival.

“What are you doing here?”

Her own voice sounding uncommonly breathless, as if she had been the one running around in the snow, while she crouched down in front of him.

“Emma said I could come for lunch with you…may I?”, he asked, glancing back to Emma for confirmation.

“Please, Mummy!”

(Y/N) only huffed and leaned against the counter.

“Well, you’re here now.”, was all she managed to say. As her mins tried to process the developments, her body went into autopilot, pouring drink and serving soup and smearing butter on bread.

Emma ate well, but he ate so quickly, he had finished his second bowl before she had finished her first. (Y/N)s own spoon didn’t touch her mouth.

He was all wrong - the way he spoke, the way he was dressed, as if he stepped out of a story book page and into her kitchen. As if Colin Craven’s lively cousin had decided to step from the pages of The Secret Garden and chose to spend Christmas Day with them.

“Is there dessert?”, he asked cautiously.

“Dessert?”, (Y/N) repeated.

How many children in Birmingham asked for dessert? Or even know the meaning of the word?

“I don’t think so, but we have some biscuits. Would you like some?”

He nodded eagerly.

Clearing the plates and the bowl of soup away, (Y/N) went to fetch some from the biscuit tin.

“And I got chocolates from Father Christmas!”, Emma announced.

“Chocolates?”, the boy asked. “Father Christmas didn’t get me any!”

Emma’s head shot over to where her mother was watching from a safe distance.

“Don’t worry, Mummy. You were right. Father Christmas didn’t forget Charlie- he just got toys and no sweets."

Emma reached over and handed the boy - Charlie - a piece of chocolate, which he gladly accepted.

“Charlie?”, (Y/N) said cautiously, sitting down on the chair next to the boy.

She made sure not to let her thundering heart affect her voice. The last thing she wanted was to frighten the boy.

“Emma said you were in that house over there - is that right?”

He nodded, still chewing on the chocolate.

“Well, how did you get there? Do you know?”

At once his eyes fell as his hands dropped into his lap. His fingers coiled into the fabric of his short trousers, which like everything about him, screamed that he did not belong here, in this place, let alone in this weather.

“Dad said we had to go.”, he mumbled, his voice so soft, (Y/N) had to lean in closer to hear. “Didn’t say where and I fell asleep in the car. Then he said that that’s our home now but we can go back in a bit.”

His fingers twisted the dark corduroy of his shorts.

“How long is a bit?”, he asked, looking up at her with glassy eyes.

It made her heart clench in her chest. She was never good when children got sad, and he asked her with such desperation, she yearned to make his pain go away.

So she crouched down in front of him and placed her hand on his knee.

“I don’t know, darling.”, she said truthfully.

The first tears began to spill, but he did not start to sob, instead he just wept silently, sniffling.

“Oh no, no need for that!”, she assured him. But he had mentioned his father and that was something.

“Where’s your father now?”, she asked.

“I-I don’t know…”, he admitted, his voice growing ever higher as the tears kept coming. “I don’t know where anyone is…I called for Frances but she didn’t come. She normally always comes!”

The tears coated his cheeks now, and his nose began to drip, as he struggled for air.

“Where is she? Where is everyone?”

He threw himself forward, burying his face in his arms as he began to sob out right now.

“Mummy!”, Emma gasped in shock, pushing herself back in her chair.

(Y/N) shared her daughter’s sentiment and rushed to lift the boy up in her arms.

He was heavier than Emma, but still not too heavy for her to carry.

As soon as he felt her touch, arms wrapped around her, his hands coiling deeply into the fabric of her dress while he buried his head into the crook of her neck.

With one arm she held him up, the other rubbing circles on his back.

For a while the cries got louder, turning into desperate wails, but she began to sway back and forth.

Slowly but surely, the hums of Emma’s favourite lullaby got through, turning the sobs back to sniffles.

Still, he clung to her like a drowning man to a log.

“I don’t know who Frances is, my darling.”, she admitted, stroking over the back of his head. “Is she your sister?”

He shook his head against her shoulder.

Slowly, he lifted it to look at her. His cheeks were stained from tears and his eyes red from crying.

“Emma?”, she asked. “Has he told you who Frances is?”

Her daughter shook her head. She had taken refuge behind her chair, clutching its back and watching from a safe distance.

“Charlie, you have to help us a little bit. Who is Frances?”, she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

“She takes care of me and of Dad when he’s there and of the house and she tells all the maids what to do.”

His voice was muffled against her shoulder, but she heard it just fine and it made her feel like someone had doused her in ice cold water.

“You have maids?”, Emma gasped, daring to come closer, now that her curiosity had been sparked. “Like in a fairy palace?”

So she had picked up on it too.

(Y/N) sat down and placed the boy on her lap. It wasn’t easy to pry him away from her shoulder, but when she didn’t fight as he clung to the front part of her dress, he tolerated it. Still, he glanced down at her and pouted, his lips quivering.

“And you had to leave in the middle of the night?”

He gave a single nod.

Oh no.

“To wake up here?”

He nodded again.

Taking a sharp breath, she leaned back in her chair and glared out at the building across the narrow space.

She had never been a bother and so the Blinders had left her in peace. But that didn’t mean she did not know. After all, she had lived in this house before, years ago, before she had found and lost a husband, back when there were no whispers of cuttings and shootings and worse.

In a way, these memories made them less scary to her than to those for whom they represented nothing but shadows and creatures of the dark, but at the same time (Y/N) Hale wasn’t foolish enough to imagine that a few childhood encounters was enough to keep her or Emma safe from their wrath and violence.

But this was too much. Taking a child, for whatever scheme or plot was just plain evil.

Her first reaction, the normal reaction, was to call the police, but that wouldn’t do. The police here were as much in the Blinder’s pockets as the men at the corner’s were, and all those in the factories, and at the docks.

No police. Not here. She’d have to get away for that.

“Where do you live, Charlie?”, she asked, stroking his hair out of his face.

“In my house.”

“Do you know the city?”, she wanted to know, keeping her voice as lighthearted as possible. It wouldn’t do to worry the children.

“Not in a city.”

“A village?”, she suggested.

He shook his head once more.

“Just our house.”

Must be a big house then, she thought, only confirming her suspicion.

“It’s red and it’s got big stables.”

“Does it now?”, (Y/N) asked, realising she wouldn’t get further with it.

Children went missing every day, but children dressed like that had people looking for them.

If she caught a train to London, she could ensure his safety. Of course, the Shelbys’ there had offices and factories and docks too, and probably their contacts in the police as well. But the disappearances of a boy like this - that would be too big for the Peaky Blinders to conceal in London.

Yes, London it was, and as quickly as possible.

So she decided to try a different tactic.

“What are your parents called?”

“Dad.”, he mumbled, coiling the fabric of her dress the same way he had done with his trousers earlier.

“That’s what you call him.”, she told him, tapping the tip of his nose.

“See, Emma calls me Mummy, but when I go to the shops, they call me Mrs. Hale because my name is (Y/N) Hale.”

That seemed to make sense to Charlie. She could practically hear the wheels turning in his head.

“Frances calls my Dad Mr. Shelby. But Lizzie calls him Tommy.”

For the second time that day, (Y/N) felt her stomach drop, only this time it was accompanied by an icy chill.

"What do we do now, Mummy?", She asked.

That was the question, wasn't it?

So the boy wasn't some piece in one of the many Blinder's schemes, not the collateral to some Lordling's debts, or to sway some minister's hand. That was a relief at least because no one, least alone a child, deserved to be dragged into their world.

But in a way it was his world, or his father's world at least.

God help us.

Not a kidnapping at least, but that still didn't explain why she would have Tommy Shelby's son of all people in her kitchen. Nor what she was to do now.

It made no sense at all.

He had gotten out- had gotten richer than the King, and nearly as powerful too, with a large house, and maids and servants.

When he occasionally returned to Birmingham, he came in a Bently, and entered his multi-story modern office with the shining brass door knobs and uniformed valets. He had business in London and in Liverpool and in America and probably on the moon for all she knew. He had even received an honour from the King- that had sent the tongues wagging from here all the way to Greet, the same man whose likeness he had set ablaze all these years ago.

But it had gotten quiet since then.

There were still occasional beatings and smashed windows but no more fighting. After all, there was no one left to fight the Peaky Blinders.

So why on earth would he return now, and bring his son with him?

Perhaps to show him his roots, but that didn't make sense. News travelled fast and when almost three years ago, people whispered that Tommy Shelby had gone mad and had killed his entire family, fear had spread. In the end, they hadn't been killed, but arrested only to be released half a year later. But the rumours were they already had the ropes around their neck and had to beg Tommy on their knees for their lives. Some said they even had to kiss his feet, but (Y/N) thought that was a little far fetched. They never returned to Small Heath- forced out of the company so that King Thomas could rule alone. That was what Mrs. Sloan said. If they ever stepped foot in Birmingham again, he'd kill them himself, was what Mrs. Davies from the shops had heard.

And she doubted he got homesick. He always was the one who wanted to get away, even as a boy vanishing for weeks at a time and leaving his family, mostly Ada, in a state.

Once he almost hadn’t come back at all, she remembered.

That still did not explain why he would bring the boy here only to abandon him, in a place he didn't know, all alone without much food in winter.

Unless-

No.

It was a cruel thing even to think- a sin, really, one so dark they didn’t even have to carve it in stone for people to know.

Still, not many would put it past Tommy Shelby, not after all the cuttings and the killings and the shootings and the lootings and the burnings. There were stories and accounts, tales and rumours, whispers and shouts but they all taught one thing: To fear Thomas Shelby.

But once upon a time (Y/N) had looked into those eyes and felt her heart break for him as she saw a boy, and not the man he had been forced to be.

A lot had changed since then, but she refused to believe he would be capable of something like this.

This was his son, for heaven's sake.

And he wouldn't just leave him out to starve and freeze.

I hope.

If someone found something that was lost, one returned it and so (Y/N) gathered the children and crossed the courtyard to the house on Watery Lane.

Charlie showed her that the back door had been unlocked, and let them in. As soon as they crossed the threshold, a chill went down her spine which was due to more than just the cold air.

“Oh.”, Emma gasped, wrapping her arm around her leg.

She felt it too, and even Charlie huddled closer to her .

(Y/N)s heart thundered in her chest as she stepped closer inside.

“Hello?”, she called, listening to her own shaky breath as her voice bounced off of the walls.

“Hello?”

Neither Emma nor Charlie seemed all too keen to take the initiative and so it was up to her to lead the way. All the houses here had been built en masse, and so had the exact same layout, well apart from whatever those dark green doors that were as large as stable doors hid.

Stepping into the hall she called out once more. Still, there was no answer, and no trace that anyone was here.

“No one’s here!”, Emma remarked, looking around once more. “There are no shoes and no coats - look Mummy.”

She saw just fine, and swallowed the lump in her throat. But at the same time, she felt Charlie nudge ever closer as if he wanted to be absorbed into her.

“Don’t worry, darling!”, she told him, stroking over his head. “It’ll be just fine. Now why don’t we make ourselves comfortable?”

Comfortable in the house of the most dangerous family in Birmingham - which I just broke into with two small children.

But what was the alternative?

They returned to the kitchen and she began to open the curtains to let the little natural light they could get in.

Protecting the children under her coat for warmth, she opened the windows to let some fresh air in at least. As she fidgeted with the lock, her thumbs turned grey from the dust.

With the air, the winter entered the house on Watery Lane, but (Y/N) had already felt the chill. She had never been here before, not in all these years, even before these walls had been tainted by the implications of what lay in the shadows.

There were stories about ghosts and spirits that lingered in the walls, hidden between floorboards and furniture. If they weren’t regularly let out, they would collect and gather - and infect and drain the energy of those living around them. She did not doubt that these walls had housed many ghosts over the years.

Goosebumps appeared all over her arms and back and when her teeth began to clatter, she closed the windows once more.

“Now, let’s see about a fire.”

“Dad’s brought firewood upstairs.”, Charlie announced.

The offer was tempting, but the last thing she wanted to do was go snooping around upstairs. Lord only knew what she might find.

So she decided to make do with what she found downstairs.

It caused a lot of smoke at first, but then it finally began to spread some warmth.

She took her coat, and Emma’s too (Charlie had come without one) and hung them over the back of a chair.

Charlie had run upstairs and brought down as many toys as he could carry, eager to show Emma. There were figures of horses with riders - Cowboys, by the look of it, and cars with shiny surfaces and sheer windows, with doors one could open.

They were brand new and undoubtedly expensive and soon the patterns on the round carpet had been converted to a landscape with rivers with dangerous currents, gaping cliffs and deep forests which were perilous for both rider and driver.

As the children played, (Y/N) allowed herself to glance around.

In the large cupboard behind the round desk, she could see countless plates and cups of old, occasionally chipped china. She knew that pattern from many kitchens around here.

The table had many marks upon it, showing over a decade of use and one of the chairs wobbled slightly. The kitchen area was identical to the one she had back home, but there were no jars, no bowl with vegetables, no tin of christmas cookies. But instead a stain where something had burned into it.

It almost looked normal.

In a way, it could almost have been comfortable, if one had taken the time to give it a good scrubbing- and add some decorations maybe. If one had added life, and not just memory of it.

As the children were lost in their play, she allowed herself to drown in a past time, when she had been a little girl with braids and bows in her hair and no knowledge of the world, nor what it would make of them.

The faces in the picture frames on the walls were more familiar to her than the people would be now. She had left shortly after they had returned and had returned after they had already become too big for Small Heath.

But in the pictures, they were familiar to her. There was even a picture of Mrs. Shelby. It was impossible to miss the part of the picture that had been cut away, even at the price of the dent it left on her shoulder where her husband’s hand had been resting once.

She wondered what had happened to him - if he was still alive. After the war there had been talk for a little while that Arthur Shelby was back, but no one had really seen him, so even if he had, he didn’t stay.

Whatever memories she had of him were scarce - those of Mrs. Shelby burned far brighter in her mind. She had been beautiful, and kind, but sometimes she had looked at her with those eyes as if seeing more than just her face. Then, the change had happened and they had begun to fear the sounds and shadows that came from across the courtyard. There were chants behind the windows and whispers in the street. Then she had vanished for a few months and in that time, (Y/N)s little world had shattered completely, so she had paid the house across the courtyard little mind, even when Mrs. Shelby returned. Finn had barely been old enough to hold his own head up, when his mother died. And little older when his father left.

Finn - he must almost be a man now, she thought, or on the best way there. But in her mind he was either the baby that screamed all night for weeks on end, or the scrappy child with a quick mouth and quicker hands.

Three turned into four and then to five, but still there was no sound apart from the children playing, who had begun to transport marbles back and forth with the cars - a flourishing trade between the cowboys from the table-shade-valley and the others from the sofa-top-heights.

When five turned into six, hunger struck again.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

But there was nothing in the kitchen cabinets apart from cutlery and dust, and in the pantry she found an ice book which hadn’t been used in years and a box of biscuits that looked to be from the Golden Jubilee.

“I’ll have to go back to our house to prepare something.”, she announced.

“Don’t leave me here!”, Charlie insisted, scrambling up from the carpet at lightning speed.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”, she said, before glancing around.

In one of the drawers she found some pencils and writing paper (and also some bullets which she decided to ignore) and wrote a note, before taking both children and making her way back to her own home.

Staring at the paper, she chose her words carefully.

While they ate, her mind wandered back to all these empty cabinets and then to her own. She had taken care to fill them in advance, knowing how hectic these Christmas days could get. It wasn’t that she hadn’t already stretched her budget this month, with Emma’s presents and the Christmas food, but she couldn’t as well leave them with nothing.

But it just wasn’t right, and not the way they did things around here. Shelbys or not. One didn’t allow a child to stay in a house without anything. So she retrieved her basket and began to fill it. A bottle of milk, some tea, a handful of potatoes, carrots and some other vegetables would do. She gathered a few slices of bread and wrapped it in paper, before cutting off a piece of their butter. It was joined by a few eggs and a jar of marmalade. They wouldn’t notice that it was the smallest they had.

In the other jars which she had already cleaned for their next use, she filled some flour and sugar. It wasn’t much, but it would get them through a few days.

She also decided to add some biscuits wrapped in a red cloth, like the ones she had given away as Christmas goodies. Charlie liked them, after all.

With the basket, she no longer had a hand free, but Emma seemed content by now to walk alone. Charlie, now wearing one of Emma’s coats (the black one which needed mending at the bottom) was glad to have her hand to hold.

The second time around, the house felt a lot warmer, but she could still see the dust dance in the light.

The children begun to play a game of marbles, as the clock kept ticking, and ticking and ticking. Almost as if it was mocking her.

Soon, it was already far past Emma’s bedtime and both she and Charlie got fussy. But she couldn’t leave and put Emma to bed, while being here and watching Charlie.

So (Y/N) chose to put them both on the sofa (which she had beaten the worst of the dust out of the pillows) next to each other.

“A sleepover?”, Emma giggled, glancing at Charlie with wide eyes.

“Only for a bit. I’m sure your father will be here very soon.”

Charlie didn’t look sure. And he didn’t share Emma’s excitement either.

The two of them were so little, they could fit onto the sofa with no problem, and under the blanket she had brought. Duffie, still in Charlie’s arms, lay between them as she knelt down in front of them, smoothing down the fabric of her dress before she opened the book of fairy tales.

Emma chose the one about The Seven Ravens, which was typical for she liked nothing more than stories of courageous girls. Charlie didn’t seem too keen, as the little girl in the fairy tale first encountered the cruel sun, and then the icy moon on her quest to find and rescue her brothers, nor did he like the gatekeeping dwarf too much, but when the girl had unlocked the door and entered, and when the seven ravens turned back into the boys they had been to crowd around their little sister, he breathed such a sigh of relief, she giggled.

“It’s just a story.”, Emma giggled.

“And they had a happy ending.”, (Y/N) reminded Charlie, stroking over his forehead. She didn’t miss how he leaned into it.

“Mummy?”

“Hm?”

“A song now please!”, Emma asked, snuggling into her pillow.

“Which song would that be?”, (Y/N) asked.

“You know!”, her daughter groaned and rolled her eyes. With a smile, (Y/N) shifted closer, stroking a strand of hair out of her face.

“I gave my love a cherry that had no stone.”, she began.

“I gave my love a chicken that had no bone.

I gave my love a story that had no end.

I gave my love a baby with no tears shed.”

(Y/N) did not have a singing voice, not a proper one. She sang for her daughter and she sang in church, but it wasn’t a voice meant for an audience. She could hold a tune but not leap to unknown heights or plummet into the depth with her voice like someone else might have done.

Emma knew the answers to the questions asked in the second verse well by now, but Charlie did not and he was listening eagerly when the third verse came, his bright blue eyes, his father’s eyes, locked in on her.

“A cherry when it’s blooming, it has no stone.

A chicken in an eggshell, it has no bone.

The story of ‘I love you’, it has no end.

A baby when it’s sleeping has no tears to shed.”

With that, her song came to a close.

“Sleep now, my darling!”, she told Emma as she kissed her temple. “And you too, Charlie. I’ll be right there.”

He muttered a good night, but didn’t seem as content as Emma.

When nine turned to ten, she decided to forgo her resolve not to use anything in this house and made herself a cup of tea. After all, she had cleaned the kettle and the cups, and had brought the tea.

But before long, ten turned to eleven, and there was nothing to do but listen to the crackling fire and the breathing of the sleeping children. And to wait of course.

Even her own bedtime passed. She ought to be exhausted after the hassle of the last few days and the early morning thanks to Emma’s excitement. It already seemed like half a lifetime ago now. And yet, she couldn’t even begin to feel tired. It would be just like deciding to sleep in a lion’s cage.

Midnight had come and only just gone, when she heard a car stop not too far away.

Her heart began to thunder in her chest.

The only people that dared to move around Small Heath at night were the Blinders, and of those only very few possessed a car.

(Y/N) stood up and smoothed down her skirt.

In her mind she had prepared her little speech over and over.

Introduce yourself. Explain. Apologise. Leave.

Just as she checked on the children once more, seeing the both of them fast asleep, she heard the faintest click, but then nothing.

Perhaps I was mistaken, she thought.

Just as she was about to enter the hall and check, the whole frame was filled out by a tall figure with broad shoulders made broader by his thick black winter coat.

But she wasn’t looking at that, or even his face.

The only thing she saw - the only thing she could see - was the pitch black barrel of his gun.

End of Part 1

[Here you can find: Part 2]

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siberat · 5 months

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“So, what shall I sink my teeth into next? *Scans the table* Ah, how about this juicy coal burger? One can never go wrong with the classics! Just look at that thick patty! *Shows to the camera, then takes a huge bite* MMmm-MMm-MMMM! Tastes delicious! The bun is so fresh, and the pickles give the burger a nice crunchy zest!

*Licks his lips* Well, let’s move on to an ask, sound good? We have another anonymous asking, ‘Have there been others who know about your scrumptious eating escapades?’ *Raises optic ridges* Scrumptious would be an understatement, wouldn’t you agree? Naturally, Rat/chet is aware of my overindulgent tendencies, and to be honest, I have received some double takes. However, I try to limit going overboard. *Licks coal burger juice from fingers* Usually, I won’t consume so much tasty food in one sitting. Oh! *Stuffs another bite of burger in his mouth* Swe/rve tends to bring me mini-cupcakes and treats of the sort, demanding me to tell him which tastes the best. And I give him my honest opinion.

*Shrugs and frowns* Yet, those tasty baked treats never make it on his menu. And you know, I swear one evening, I smelt the loveliest aromas coming from his locked bar. I knew Swe/rve was baking up something good! *Finishes the burger* But the next day, no baked goods were added to the menu. And yes, you can bet that I was first in line when his bar opened! But anyways, I have not maintained a chiseled frame regularly, but the weight gain isn’t overly noticeable all the time. I still want to be able to enjoy my swordsmanship, after all. *Wipes mouth on napkin*

I demolished that coal burger, haven’t I? *Pats belly* Oofff…. My stomach is getting nice and tight already. There’s no decision on what to try next based on this anonymous question: ‘Who is the fastest at finishing a large bottle of Doctor Chunk?’ Supposedly, Rodi/mus claims to be the best chugger of drinks. He said he could drink this whole bottle in under 20 seconds. *Picks up bottle of Soda* I beg to differ. I think I can out-chug him. What do you think? *Winks* Shall I give it a go? Okay… someone time me…*Brings bottle to lips* And go! *Starts chugging*

*Optics open wide, chugging ends* Oh my! *Belches loudly; servo covers mouth in embarrassment* Please excuse me! *Stifles another belch before resuming chugging; however, it doesn’t last long* Oh, my stars, that carbonation burns! I’m almost there! *Shows only one-third of the bottle remaining* I think I can make it! *Continues to chug the drink until finished*

All done! *Belches out a long, noisy burp* Where have my manners gone? *Stomach gurgles* My tummy…*Winces* So much pressure…

*Loud, audible clank is heard* Oh my! *Optics open wide in shock, cheeks flush as his stomach plating busts out and shoots across the room* How embarrassing! I’m busting out all over the place…literally! *Servo’s rub at exposed protomesh belly* However, I feel so much better now. Like, so much more room has become available! *Smirks at camera* So, what was my time? Did I beat Rodi/mus?

*Furrows brows* Thirty-five seconds? Are you sure? I downed that drink quicker than that! *Pouts* Oh well. I guess we’ll have to let our dear captain hold that title. For now, at least. Now, onto our next question and dish. We have two askers, annony and Alcorian, asking the same question, relating to how much I have polished off so far and whether I can finish in one stream. *Clears throat* Being a dedicated individual, I always plan to finish what I start! And how could I resist all this tantalizing food? Take this Cyber-city Onion soup, for example. *Picks up bowl covered in warm, melted cheese and shows camera* Just look at that rich, melted lithium cheese blanketing over a generously sized piece of bread, bathing in a warm broth of caramelized onions. *Stabs spoon into the cheese, scooping broth* Doesn’t this look delightful? One of my favorite types of soups! *Eats spoonful, pulling at the cheese strands to break them off* Hmmm, so good!

Moving on to the next question, and this is a good food question from another Anon: ‘What’s your favorite profile? There are all kinds, of course, like sweet and spicey or savory and salty. Do you have a favorite, or do you like them equally?’ Well, this one is rather hard. The easy answer would be to say I like them all equally. *Grins sheepishly* I suppose it depends on my mood. Sometimes, one craves a salty snack, like some ener-nuts or potassium crisps.

Sweets? *Face scrunches in joy* Who can resist them? I used to chide Rat/chet for his love of those junky, sweet snacks, goading him to eat healthier. Now I’m sure he wishes he never forced me to try one of his favorite little treats-Ka/on dogs. *Smiles, scooping more cheese and soup on spoon* They look like hot dogs, but the bun is chocolate cake, and the ‘hot dog’ is deliciously sweet cream. *Licks lips* By golly, they are so good! What have I been missing out on all my life? *Eats more soup*

And one can never go wrong with those savory foods! I love those dishes that have been slow-cooked for a long time or aged to perfection! *Gives belly a pat* I cannot resist those meals of roasted cyber-chicken, pasta with garlic and olive oil, pies like quiche…*Gives a chef’s kiss* The list goes on!

But my absolute favorite must be spicy. Foods that give a little kick are just amazing! Eating spice triggers heat receptors to activate inside your frame, tricking your sensory net to feel as if you are overheating. In response to that, your processor turns on your cooling systems. So, you don’t taste the heat; you feel the heat. *Slurps some more soup* Get what I am saying? Food that bites back…*Laughs*

There is nothing left of this soup! *Shows empty bowl* That really hit the spot! And do you know what I have been eyeing for the longest time? This loaded potato! Just look at this monster! * Picks up dish* This has been twice baked, making it such a creamy and cheesy masterpiece! * Takes a heaping forkful* Not only that, but the cyber-bacon also gives a nice, salty crunch! Hmmmm So good!

But onto our next question. Anon asks: ‘I know you had a difficult past. Did it take you a while to get comfortable eating such tasty meals, either alone or in front of others? Or were you pretty comfortable from the beginning?’ Well, this is kind of a double-edged sword, if I may say so. Being a street mech, you kind of eat whatever you can get, whenever you can. Sometimes, your meal only consisted of a handful of scraps. *Idly shrugs* Other times, you hit the motherload! And when you can upon a feast, you ate as much as you simply could. Sure, you could try stashing it away for later, but there’s the chance of the food spoiling beyond consumption or others finding it and devouring it on you.

*Sadly, looks down* I mean, I would share with a few mechs; please don’t mistake me for being selfish. But not everyone shared nor cared about taking a starving mech’s food. Kinda had to look out for yourself first. *Stabs more cheesy baked potato* But outside of being homeless…in the beginning, that mentality was still present. Loading up my plate with as food that could fit, finding a seat furthest away from anyone, and scarfing the food down as quickly as possible. *Shakes helm* Wi/ng would hate that. And how I guarded my dish as I ate. Slag, he would yell whenever I’d growl! He claimed I had no reason to behave like that. Looking back, I didn’t. But old habits die hard, yeah? *Stuffs another heaping forkful of food into mouth*

But as far as enjoying eating tasty meals- that was instant. I mean, anything is better than dumpster diving! *Smiles and shrugs* But as far as indulging my joys of being stuffed… generally keep that to the privacy of my own habsuit. *Gives a shy look* I kept this a secret from Rat/chet for a bit, if I may be honest. I feared him seeing this overeating as more of a bad habit, or a new addiction. Or… I know this is going to sound bad… * Bites lower lip* I feared he may not like a, ah…. plusher figured mech. Yeah, I am sure you could imagine his reaction on hearing that! His optics nearly singed holes through my frame as I sat hidden in a corner of my habsuit stuffing my face silly. Rat/chet may join me on occasion, but generally I tend to keep to myself.

*Chuckles* Yeah, a live video feed of this mukbang kinda breaks that secrecy, but being behind a camera is different than in real life. It’s not so much that I am embarrassed, more so that other mechs can simply be rude about things and resort to childish behaviors such as teasing or bullying. *Cheekily grins* Plus, hearing all your encouraging words really helps!

See? *Shows emptied plate* This double-baked goodness has been gobbled up! This meal is quite satisfying so far! *Looks at camera* And what about you guys? Care to share what you have been munching on? What are some of your favorite dishes? Maybe we have similar tastes in some foods, huh?

*Optics scan table* Speaking of tastes…. What should I sample next?

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Still taking on more askes! So, if you have a question for Dr/ift, send it in! You can send multiples. Also, if you wanted to ask as another TF character- just state so! Let’s keep this mukbang going and see if our dear sword/smech can handle all that food infront of him!

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