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This person gets how people feel about bake off. Especially British people, i know because I am a British people.
The Great British Bake Off
Nico *insane screaming*
Will *kicks down door*: WHATISITAREYOUOKAY
Nico: PAUL HOLLYWOOD JUST GAVE OUT A HANDSHAKE!
Will:
Will: Nico seriously.
Will: Who’d he give it to?!
That sounds so wonderful! You’re lucky, my room is so small I can’t do anything with it, like there are literally guard toilets in Stirling castle that are bigger than it!
I'm turning one of the corners of my room into a cozy little reading nook, but the fairy lights that I got are so bright that it may not be cozy, and just a rather garish nook
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Irene has to admit that Vale is being realistic.
Irene: Ever wonder what heaven is like?
Vale: Why bother? None of us are ever finding out.
He is very relatable, a great model for today’s youth!
Kai: [shining a flashlight under the bed]
Kai: Vale, are you ready to come out and interact with people yet?
Vale: [demonic screeching]
Kai: Understandable. Have a good day
Vale being fabulous as usual.
Kai: [shining a flashlight under the bed]
Kai: Vale, are you ready to come out and interact with people yet?
Vale: [demonic screeching]
Kai: Understandable. Have a good day
Aww, this is lovely! You’ve got me shipping these guys so hard.
20 for Li Ming x Ao Shun because I've been thinking about that ship a lot today
Same. Its a very good ship
Assassination attempts against the dragon kings were not unheard of or unexpected when they did catch wind of the plans to do so. And Ao Shun had more than a few experiences of being tackled to the ground when someone took a shot at him.
And Li Ming had more than a few experiences of taking down would be assassins and protecting His King.
Ao Shun ordered the room empty and Li Ming went to leave as well but Ao Shun snagged the cuff of his sleeve and held him in place. When the last of the courtiers had left he pulled Li Ming to his chest and cupped his jaw with almost too warm fingers that pressed into his cheeks almost too roughly, and kissed him hard enough to snatch the air from Li Ming's lungs and make him grasp the front of Ao Shun's robes in a tight grip, holding him as tightly as he was held in turn.
"You're hurt." Li Ming said, resting his forehead against Ao Shun's, before reaching up to smear blood off his cheek, a bullet graze from the shot that slammed into the throat with a terrible clanging sound of lead on ebony. "I wasn't fast enough, and you were hurt." The temperature in the room was dropping fast and frost began to creep along the marble flooring, rendering it essentially an ice rink.
"You saved me." Ao Shun replied before kissing him again. "He could have killed you."
"He wanted to kill you."
"People are going to have to try a lot harder than that to kill me." Ao Shun replied.
"He. Hurt. You." Li Ming pulled him back in and kissed him, just as roughly as the first. "He's lucky that the guards got to him before I could rip his throat out with my claws."
"Oh, Mon Étoile, you'll get the chance." Ao Shun said, before reluctantly stepping away. He took a deep breath before Li Ming closed the gap again and kissed his cheek. "Did you just... Kiss me better?" He smiled.
"No, this is kissing you better." Li Ming said, before pressing his lips to Ao Shun and threading his fingers into the loose strands of ebony hair that had been tied back before things had gone sideward in a rough tackle to save his life. "Learn to duck faster."
"Learn to not throw yourself in harms way."
"Never." There was a private doorway from the throne room right up to the private quarters and Ao Shun pulled him toward that door, tucked away in a dark recess. "I want to speak with the prisoner, if he had co-conspirators..."
"That can wait, we'll be safe in my suite. And... Alone."
I am a real sucker for fluff, adorable ness all around! But some angst is good too sometimes.
Hiya could you do it’s so cold for Vale and Silver, please? Thanks.
"It's so cold."
"You should have worn a coat." Vale muttered before sweeping his eyes over Silver, taking in the greyish palour to his skin and the almost blue tinge to his lips. He quickly pulled his coat off and wrapped it around the Fae's shoulders. "We need to get you inside." He took Silver's hand, like ice in his grip, and tarted walking faster, pulling Silver along.
He pulled Silver into his rooms, up the stairs and toward his bedroom. He sat Silver on the edge of the bed and wrapped him up in his quilt before turning to start building up the fire. "You know, I've been wanting to get into your bed for a while, and now it's because it's raining." Silver whined. Vale snorted.
"You should ask, none of this hinting business." Vale replied as he stood up, bruised knees aching from a recent arrest. "I ignore subtle hints. If you want something, ask for it." He swept messy hair out of Silver's eyes as he dragged fingers over his forehead. "I'm going to make coffee, you need a hot drink."
"No whiskey?"
"I can mix some into the coffee." He added a generous splash of whiskey to Silver's cup and left his own without alcohol. He held the glass out to Silver. "It's spiked, so it should be to your taste." He took it and smiled. Vale checked that the fire was happily burning away before taking a seat next to Silver. Silver lightly clinked his mug against Vale's.
"It was a nice night."
"It still is."
"Its raining."
"But its getting quite warm in here." Vale said. "Dinner was nice, and the offer to walk me home was too."
"And the opportunity to cuddle in front of a roaring fire?"
"I'm not the cuddling kind."
"For me?" Vale sighed. "C'mon, you know you want to." Silver pouted and Vale knew that he didn't need to use his glamour to get what he wanted. He wrapped his free arm around Silver's shoulders and pulled him tight against his side.
Silver's lips were cold but tasted like whiskey, and they kept going until they were warm, and the whiskey burnt on Vale's tongue.
And no one died!
Awww, they’re so cute! I loved this! Also big congrats on not murdering anyone, I’m proud. Thanks for making it, was awesome.
Hiya could you do it’s so cold for Vale and Silver, please? Thanks.
"It's so cold."
"You should have worn a coat." Vale muttered before sweeping his eyes over Silver, taking in the greyish palour to his skin and the almost blue tinge to his lips. He quickly pulled his coat off and wrapped it around the Fae's shoulders. "We need to get you inside." He took Silver's hand, like ice in his grip, and tarted walking faster, pulling Silver along.
He pulled Silver into his rooms, up the stairs and toward his bedroom. He sat Silver on the edge of the bed and wrapped him up in his quilt before turning to start building up the fire. "You know, I've been wanting to get into your bed for a while, and now it's because it's raining." Silver whined. Vale snorted.
"You should ask, none of this hinting business." Vale replied as he stood up, bruised knees aching from a recent arrest. "I ignore subtle hints. If you want something, ask for it." He swept messy hair out of Silver's eyes as he dragged fingers over his forehead. "I'm going to make coffee, you need a hot drink."
"No whiskey?"
"I can mix some into the coffee." He added a generous splash of whiskey to Silver's cup and left his own without alcohol. He held the glass out to Silver. "It's spiked, so it should be to your taste." He took it and smiled. Vale checked that the fire was happily burning away before taking a seat next to Silver. Silver lightly clinked his mug against Vale's.
"It was a nice night."
"It still is."
"Its raining."
"But its getting quite warm in here." Vale said. "Dinner was nice, and the offer to walk me home was too."
"And the opportunity to cuddle in front of a roaring fire?"
"I'm not the cuddling kind."
"For me?" Vale sighed. "C'mon, you know you want to." Silver pouted and Vale knew that he didn't need to use his glamour to get what he wanted. He wrapped his free arm around Silver's shoulders and pulled him tight against his side.
Silver's lips were cold but tasted like whiskey, and they kept going until they were warm, and the whiskey burnt on Vale's tongue.
And no one died!
Ouais has to be pronounced as if you’ve just thrown up in your mouth.
french is for nerds? French is for nerds?! *scream and start beating you with bread*
Don’t give me pain because it’s true
Oh my god, yes! That would be awesome and I’d read the hell out of it!
Raziel referring to Kai as Irene's Prince makes me want to write a fic about them getting trapped in a fairy tale. I do not need more ideas until I finish what has already been started
Yeah, Irene gets up to a lot of shenanigans.
Irene: Do you think all of my wanted posters are for petty theft?
Irene: [Several stolen books fall from her jacket]
Irene:
Irene: Well, that’s part of it.
Also the murders.
Irene: Do you think all of my wanted posters are for petty theft?
Irene: [Several stolen books fall from her jacket]
Irene:
Irene: Well, that’s part of it.
Sometimes (actually quite often) Kai is wonderfully impractical but still super sweet!
Irene: When you said you did magic in bed, this isn’t what I expe-
Kai: [holding up the ace of spades] Is this your card?
Irene: Holy shit…
Reblog to make a white gay big mad
This is wonderful! Kai just laughing in the background, like this is gonna take forever to explain.
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
Wow, I didn’t know that. Thanks for a cool fact! I’m a massive nerd for language. I mean since Vale is a detective he should be pretty up to date in slang, I didn’t realise that I needed Vale saying dude in my life until today, you have given me a great gift!
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
Is that a word in his world? Cause otherwise he’d just be majorly confused like most people are with Irene.
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
Lmao, they all have such nuts lives!
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
Perhaps. A lady never tells.
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
And Silver gets his whole diabolical fae shebang.
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
And that’s his treat: Irene gets some arson, Kai gets some grievous criminal assault. They’re both very happy.
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
Yeah, we’ve got to let Irene have some treats at least. She is currently well below the ideal quotient for punching Silver.
Vale: We’re not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
When Vale is the responsible one, you know you’ve got to worry!
Vale: We're not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
That really is navel-gazing, sorry but I just thought of that appalling pun!
Here's a little secret about me, I hate the word belly. You will never ever hear me say it and very very rarely see me writing it, I avoid it whenever possible
"You... Don't have a navel?" Irene said, almost frowning as her eyes glided down Kai's firm muscles, following the trail that her fingers had made as she unbuttoned his shirt.
"A what?"
"Navel? A belly button? Do... Do dragons lay eggs?"
"Of course. What did you expect?"
"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "Have you never been with a human before?" He ruffled his hair. "I thought, well, you implied, that you'd had a good many partners."
"No, I said that I was good in bed. No, there were no humans before you." He said. "And I take it that you've never been with a dragon then?"
"No, only humans... Well, there was a vampire once." She shrugged. "Never a dragon. God, that's weird."
"What's a navel?" She opened her mouth, and shut it again.
"Well it's... Well, do you know what an umbilical cord is?"
"I have vague memories from a biology class well over ten years ago." He said. "Something to do with repro... Do humans not have gen-"
"We do!" Irene interrupted. "I just assumed that your bodies would be identical to humans." There was a side note that she hoped that they were... compatible. "No, its to carry nutrients to the foetus before we are born. Everyone has one, its a small mark on our stomachs."
"Really?" Kai wrinkled her nose. Irene sighed and started on the ties of her dress. "Oh..."
"Shush." She muttered, she let the dress pool to fall at her feet before starting on the strings of her corset. "Men have it so easier with fashion." She said, not unkindly but with a sharp edge.
"I'm more than happy to help." He smirked as Irene managed to get the knot undone and parted the boned fabric at her chest. "Heaven and earth, how many times have you been stabbed?"
"Not that many times? Maybe four or five times?" She said, looking down.
"That one is awful." He said, putting his index finger on her navel.
"That's my navel." She said. "I guess it's technically a scar?"
"But you said it was so you could eat as a baby."
"No, it- have you ever studied human biology? And- oh you- you're messing with me, aren't you?" He grinned and nodded.
"I'll admit that I have never seen one in real life and was unaware that it does in fact look like a scar." He said. "But I'm not that dim."
"You are the worst."
"Yeah, but you like me anyway." He said, stroking her jaw. "It looks weird though."
"Says the man without a navel."
"Technically, not a man."
Awww, this is so adorable! *hitting Arthur repeatedly* you’re so stupid, so so stupid.
A drunk Merlin hitting on Arthur and Arthur getting very flustered (and surprisingly pleased) about it.
"Hello, your majesty," a voice slurs to Arthur's right. Oh no.
"Merlin, I was gone for an hour. All you had to do was wait in our room, how did you—" Arthur remembers that he left Merlin with Gwaine. Arthur would very much like to reach back in time and punch himself in the face. "Ah."
"You know," Merlin says, and leans into him heavily. He coughs once and tries to push him off, wrenching his lukewarm drink from him at the same time, "You're very pretty."
"Thank you, Merlin," Arthur responds, averting his eyes in an effort to stay stoic.
"No, really," and that one almost comes out like a purr, all low and secretive. "Especially when you're out of that stupid chainmail."
"Right, well, the chainmail is kind of necessary, Merlin," he manages. Speaking is rapidly becoming... difficult. Especially with Merlin draping his arm around his shoulder and mumbling into his ear.
"Is it?" His breath is hot and smells of alcohol, and Arthur has to shrug him off again.
"You aren't being yourself, Merlin."
The light in his eyes dims a little. But then he blinks and scoots toward him again—this time with an entirely different approach.
"I sometimes wonder," Merlin says with something devilish playing at his lips, "If you choose not to learn how to dress yourself."
Arthur's voice is rough when he speaks. "Why would I do that...?"
"Because," he replies with a grin, "Then... well, I'd have to keep changing your clothes for you."
He feels Merlin's hand dancing across his thigh and grips it, pushing it away. His face is burning, he must be bright pink, and his heart is thudding hard.
"You're going to regret this tomorrow, Merlin. I swear I'll make fun of you until you die."
"Worth it," he mutters as he takes to playing with Arthur's hair. He tries not to think about how nice it feels.
"Right, that's it. Enough. Time to go to sleep," Arthur says with a finality which Merlin can puzzle out, even with a muddy brain that's been addled by alcohol.
"Nooooooo," Merlin whines as Arthur takes his forearm and drags him from the tavern.
As he marches his best friend back to their lodgings, Arthur has to remind himself that princes don't fall for servants.
Irene doesn’t know how good she’s got it, that sounds epic!
Irene: Guns can kill. Knives can kill. [Holds up Kai] Even pets, launched at a great speed, could kill
Vale: nO-
Ooh, I understand the belly thing, it’s just a strange word. This is great fluff!
Here's a little secret about me, I hate the word belly. You will never ever hear me say it and very very rarely see me writing it, I avoid it whenever possible
"You... Don't have a navel?" Irene said, almost frowning as her eyes glided down Kai's firm muscles, following the trail that her fingers had made as she unbuttoned his shirt.
"A what?"
"Navel? A belly button? Do... Do dragons lay eggs?"
"Of course. What did you expect?"
"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "Have you never been with a human before?" He ruffled his hair. "I thought, well, you implied, that you'd had a good many partners."
"No, I said that I was good in bed. No, there were no humans before you." He said. "And I take it that you've never been with a dragon then?"
"No, only humans... Well, there was a vampire once." She shrugged. "Never a dragon. God, that's weird."
"What's a navel?" She opened her mouth, and shut it again.
"Well it's... Well, do you know what an umbilical cord is?"
"I have vague memories from a biology class well over ten years ago." He said. "Something to do with repro... Do humans not have gen-"
"We do!" Irene interrupted. "I just assumed that your bodies would be identical to humans." There was a side note that she hoped that they were... compatible. "No, its to carry nutrients to the foetus before we are born. Everyone has one, its a small mark on our stomachs."
"Really?" Kai wrinkled her nose. Irene sighed and started on the ties of her dress. "Oh..."
"Shush." She muttered, she let the dress pool to fall at her feet before starting on the strings of her corset. "Men have it so easier with fashion." She said, not unkindly but with a sharp edge.
"I'm more than happy to help." He smirked as Irene managed to get the knot undone and parted the boned fabric at her chest. "Heaven and earth, how many times have you been stabbed?"
"Not that many times? Maybe four or five times?" She said, looking down.
"That one is awful." He said, putting his index finger on her navel.
"That's my navel." She said. "I guess it's technically a scar?"
"But you said it was so you could eat as a baby."
"No, it- have you ever studied human biology? And- oh you- you're messing with me, aren't you?" He grinned and nodded.
"I'll admit that I have never seen one in real life and was unaware that it does in fact look like a scar." He said. "But I'm not that dim."
"You are the worst."
"Yeah, but you like me anyway." He said, stroking her jaw. "It looks weird though."
"Says the man without a navel."
"Technically, not a man."
Excellent pun!
Someone needs to stop giving me the opportunity to kill characters