“What’s that you’re putting in your hair?” He asked, face pinched in a quizzical little frown. You glanced at him over your shoulder, smiling a little as you continued rubbing the product into your hair.
He was sitting up in bed, duvet folded at his waist, a book in his lap held open with only a finger. He was shirtless, hair mussed, and a certain sleepy quality hung about in the softness of his eyes and mouth.
“Leave-in conditioner,” you finally responded, turning back to the mirror as you gently threaded your fingers through your hair to spread it out.
“What does that do?” He asked then, slipping a little further down in the bed and slipping the bookmark you had made him between the pages of whatever history book he had managed to pick up.
“Just keeps my hair soft,” you told him calmly, shrugging as you shook your hair out a little and then put the top back on the container and pushed it back into its place on the vanity. Your vanity. The one he had added to his bedroom for you, a silent action that you had simply walked in to discover one day.
“Is that what makes your hair smell so lovely then?” He asked teasingly, smiling when you turned back to look at him with your own bright eyes and bashful smile.
“One of many things,” you giggled a little, moving onto the heat protectant that you sprayed all over and gently glided through the strands.
“And this?” He asked, rubbing his face a little as he tilted it to watch you.
“Heat protectant, so that the blow drying doesn’t damage it too much,” you replied, then you picked up said machine and began shaking your hair out along with it.
Baelor just sat there and watched you, the way you twisted side to side, pressed the thing near your scalp to get your hair properly dry, ran your fingers through it to separate or collect the strands. He had a small smile on his lips, as if he was purely and utterly content, and he only looked away to abandon the book on his nightstand.
“Are you just going to watch me?” You asked him softly, eyes a little shy, cheeks a little hot. You glanced at him in the mirror and he was serenely laid in the bed, much lower than when you had started your whole routine fresh from the shower.
“Mmm, yes,” he hummed, almost laying down now, raised just so at his shoulders. He ran his fingers along the duvet, just something to do with his hands as he kept his eyes on you. “You’re very enchanting.”
You scoffed at that, shaking your head and turning away, but he caught your beaming smile in the mirror, the sparkle in your eyes. He watched you squirt something into your hands and then begin running it along the ends of your hair.
“What’s that?” He asked softly, mouth wide over a yawn.
“Hair oil, just for shine. I think this is probably what makes my hair smell “lovely” as you put it,” you answered, finally finished with your steps. He nodded, blinking slowly.
You untucked the towel from around you and let it slip to the floor, grabbing his shirt off the vanity bench and slipping it quickly over your head. Again he watched, the smooth motions of the fabric, the movement of your breasts in the mirror, and when you sighed again, stretching your limbs, he beckoned you to bed.
You happily followed, switching off the lights at the wall and allowing only the lamps to light your way around. You slipped under the covers, sighing at the softness and the caress of it, and then quickly tucked yourself into his side, snuggling your face against his chest.
His skin was warm and he smelt exactly like it, clean and soft and himself. He instantly wrapped an arm over your shoulders and held you close, and his other hand came up to gently stroke your hair. It was an instant trick to get you to sleep.
“Mmm,” you hummed happily, smacking your lips a little and then burrowing your face further into his chest. “I love you so much,” you sighed, kissing him softly on the pec muscle. He smiled against the top of your head, kissing you there in return.
Been in a mood so I thought I would take a break from my depressing ass wips to write something a little more fluffy. I might add more to this, I might not, but enjoy!
Yor Brings Home a Cake (short scene)
It was 11pm when Yor staggered through the front door and stood just inside the entryway, swaying. Her blouse was torn. She had dark circles under her eyes and her arms were wrapped in blood-stained bandages.
Loid dropped the newspaper and rose to his feet, hurrying to steady her. “Yor! What happened?” he asked.
“Loid…” she murmured with an exhausted smile. “Look.” She lifted her hands to show him what she was holding.
He blinked. He hadn’t noticed that she was carrying anything. An oversight. He was getting too comfortable letting his guard down inside the apartment. He would have to stay far more wary in the future.
“What’s this?” he asked, taking her burden from her and holding it up so he could get a better look at it. It was a glass cake dish. Inside was a somewhat lopsided, inexpertly iced cake.
“I baked it,” Yor croaked. “Camilla… helped… me…”
Her eyes fluttered shut. In a trice, Twilight slid the cake dish onto a nearby cabinet and got his arm around her before she toppled. Her cheek fell against his shoulder and she began to snore.
“Yor?” he said, jiggling her to see if she would wake up. “Yor?”
She was out like a light. With a sigh, Twilight scooped her up and carried her towards her room. He wrangled her bedroom door open and brought her inside. He laid her down on top of the bed and took off her boots, her headband, and her earrings. She didn’t stir at all.
A cake, huh? What flavor of cake was so brutal that it had almost bested a woman as strong and indefatigable as his wife?
He shimmied the covers out from beneath her body, then tucked them up around her shoulders. Cold dread raised goosebumps on his arm. He leaned over to fluff her pillow around her cheeks. Was this the sleep of a woman who had fought hard and won, or would the cake claim more victims the next day, when he and Anya were called upon to taste it?
What is a King to a God? (King Kong Vs Godzilla short scene)
Nobody is probably going to see this but here is a little scene I wrote of a matchup between Godzilla and Kong done in a way that (hopefully) hasn't been done before by other people.
(DISCLAIMER: THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC MONSTER VIOLENCE. IF THAT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU ARE COMFORTABLE ABOUT IGNORE THIS POST! Thank you ☺️)
Without further ado, here it is:
(Artwork done by the incredible advider, check out their gallery for more!)
Godzilla lunges toward Kong with a outstretched claw, talons aimed for the centre of mass of the ape's abdomen, Kong dodges, narrowly avoiding the strike and immediately counterstrikes; he locks his dexterous appendages around the narrow wrist of the reptilian menace, and with a single bone snapping twist breaks the arm of Godzilla. Who howls in agony as Kong bents Godzilla's elbow down, and before he had a chance to retaliate the great ape tugs it aggressively, the sound of crunching bone and twisting flesh mixing in together with the roars of pain, defiance and hatred for the other before Kong tears it off with a violent yanking motion. The pain of having his arm torn off was devastating to the Monster King, but nearly as much as it was to his ego… How dare this ape tear his arm from its joint. The pain passed quickly and soon Godzilla felt reinvigorated, the searing gaping wound where his left arm was disappearing and replaced with the burning impulse to kill…
Godzilla unhinged his maw and leapt towards Kong in a thunderous bound, his enormous jaws finding purchase on the section bordering Kong's broad shoulder and neck, biting down hard to cause the ape to let out a startled angry yowl as the two came tumbling down into the earth, which became splattered with chunks of meat, puddles of blood as the two became a tornado of fur and scale, kicking up dust from the moist dirt as the two began to engage in a bloody grapple for survival. The two titans rolled around through the dirt, the ground becoming displaced underneath their combined weight as they attempted to pin the other to the earth. Kong tried to scratch at the hide of the beast, but his nails drew no blood from his interlocking osteoderms. It was like trying to peel open the bark of a tree, no matter how much Kong dug his nails into Godzilla he could not burrow his hands into his flesh like Godzilla could. Godzilla's mouth remained firmly clamped on the ape's body, refusing to let go. Kong unhinged his mouth and dug his sharp canines into the neck of the lizard, causing Godzilla to groan in pain and fury and only made him press down harder. And so the two began a death spiralling roll as the two continued to tumble down the mountainside, rocks dislodging as the earth shuddered under the clash of these colossal beasts.
After spiralling for what felt like forever, the two finally crashed down into the ground and in that crash Kong was able to finally dislodge Godzilla with both the force of the crash together with a powerful push with his lower body. Godzilla stumbled across the ground, thrashing and gnashing as he attempted to regain his footing, his eyes red from the dust being kicked up into his sockets and a manifestation of his rage. Kong rose to his feet, hand pressed against his bloodied wound as he saw Godzilla continue to spasm on the ground, his eyes drifting over to a nearby boulder. A flash of intuition comes into the ape's eyes, as his eyes dart back to Godzilla as he staggers to regain his footing. Kong makes a desperate dash for the boulder, picking it up with one hand and barrelling down on Godzilla and pummeling the stone into Godzilla's head. The first couple of blows don't draw blood, but as Kong continued to ram the stone against the stocky round head of the monster king blood began to be drawn, and the right flank of his face began to become bloody and broken with each hit. Godzilla was losing consciousness and yet he refused to back down, he tried to fire his atomic breath, but Kong grabbed a tree and shoved it down his throat causing Godzilla to violently gag before coughing the tree out with spittle of saliva and blood mixing into each other. Kong continued to slam the boulder against his head, the thuds becoming more sickening with each strike, Godzilla tried to wiggle free but the ape had him firmly pinned against the ground as he continued to beat him with the bloodied rock with both hands now. Kong lifted the boulder above his head and with a thunderous roar brought the boulder caving into his skull, breaking it completely. Godzilla's body became still, no other signs of life remained except for his laboured breathing and his heaving chest. Kong stared down at the broken visage of his vanquished opponent, his own chest and breathing heavy with exhaustion. He leaned down over the fallen body, removing the boulder from Godzilla's head, chunks of the monster's face had became embedded in the rock as much as the rock had embedded itself into his face. Godzilla moaned in defeat as the curious ape inspected his broken face. The blunt force from the rock had not only caved in the right half of his head, it had also dislocated his lower jaw in the process too. Kong grabbed Godzilla's lower jaw and fiddled with it for a moment, looking morbidly intrigued by the floppy jaw of the once powerful king of the monsters. Godzilla gave a half mumbling half gargling growl, but Kong did not feel threatened. He looked at Godzilla and gave something approaching a mocking chuckle which sounded more like a chortle. The ape bonked him on the head and that quickly silenced Godzilla. Kong looked around and beat his chest, once, twice with each hand caked in blood before erupting into a primal display of dominance, beating his chest in victory as he banged his fists against his pecs and roaring to let the world and especially Godzilla know that he would bow before no one. Kong stopped beating his chest as he left out a final huff of satisfaction, and began to amble away from the fallen body of Godzilla. He could now feel the dull sting of his wounds, realising just how injured he had become. Kong paused, reaching a finger and gently dabbing it against the wound along his shoulder, it stinged to touch it and caused him to bark in pain. He flexed his finger, looking at the blood on his finger as his eyes traced back to his wounds. He let out a low hiss of a sigh, before moving on. Deciding to make shelter on the mountain top to rest and recover. Then Kong paused as he heard shuffling behind him, his head turned over his shoulder as he looked back to the bloodied, battered remains of Godzilla. Who slowly came to his feet…
Despite being badly ravaged and left in a state that would have left most other creatures to die, Godzilla rose, slowly as his back straighten with a low rumbling growl emanating deep from with his chest. Kong felt a chill run up his spine, his eyes widening with a mix of awe and disbelief. Godzilla's singular good eye locks with Kong's, beady yet razor focused. Godzilla's maw dripped with blood and saliva, the corners of shattered face slowly starting heal and his jaw clicking and cracking back into place, he opened and closed it experimentally as he licked his lips of blood and saliva. The stump of his arm slowly starting to grow back bone and flesh. Kong clutched at his wounds, realisation dawning as his wounds won't heal as quickly as his rival's.
from my HAPPY rosekiller fic. where NOBODY DIES!!!!! this is for u @b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m
“Evan…”
His best friend looked up from his essay, smiling at him. “Barty?” His pale blond hair fell over his eyes and he pushed it back as he sat up in his chair. “What’s up?”
Barty stared at him for a moment. And then another moment. He watched as Evan’s eyebrows furrowed and mouth twisted into a slight frown. “You… Stop that.”
Evan’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me? Stop what? Actually doing my work?” His eyes narrowed. “I know this doesn’t apply to you, but sometimes people actually need to study to do well in a class.” Barty laughed at that in a way he wouldn’t have let anyone but Evan hear.
“Well, thanks. I’m flattered that you think I’m a genius. I mean, I actually am, but it’s nice that you think so too.”
Evan raised his left brow, the one with the slit in it. “Okay, nerd. What did you want me to stop, then?”
Looking like that, Barty thought, talking like that. Smiling at me. Being nice. I can never tell if you actually like me or if you’re just… like this. “…Nothing.” He snapped his smile back into place. “Carry on.”
“Fucking weirdo…” Evan scoffed, but there was a twitch in his lips like he was trying to hold back a grin.
