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icarustypicalfall · 23 days

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Diamond

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He gazed at the necklace and knew right away what was missing; it adorning your neck.

request: reader has an unhealthy relationship with money. simon tries to help.

fluff

[My eyes are dim with childish tears,

For the same sound is in my ears] ww.

Life didn't treat you kindly as you were growing up. Serious financial issues plagued you from childhood, exerting control over every aspect of your existence. It's almost pathetic how these bills have left an indelible mark on your life.

The lingering effects of this trauma are evident in your present. Despite growing up, finding a job, and meeting a perfect man—Simon, you still live in the shadows of the past.

Everything, whether it was an event or simply a word, will live with you forever. Everything that will follow on later stages of life will dance around that one traumatizing aspect and taunt you for the rest of your existence.

Simon, being the good-hearted man that he is, tries to make amends for his absence. Whenever he returns from deployments, he brings fancy gifts like rings, bracelets, or attires, as a way of apologizing for his time away. He showers you with quality time and words of affirmation, truly trying to bridge the gap caused by his providing nature and your troubled past.

However, due to your anxious state and past experiences, you often find yourself tense whenever he presents you with a gift. You never asked for anything, trying to stop him from spending the money on you.

Yet Simon never once complained about the cost.

Although, as he hands you these expensive items, you can't help but silently calculate the price in your head. Simon remains oblivious to your inner turmoil, brushing it off with a smile, thinking that you are simply amazed by the gift. In reality, you just want to disappear.

Tonight is no different. After dinner, you agree to watch a movie and snuggle up on the couch. Simon sits beside you, a soft smile adorning his face as his eyes never seem to leave yours. Your tension rises as he pulls out a red velvet box from his jacket. Inside lies the prettiest diamond necklace. He looks at you, proud of his choice.

Unable to hide your frown, you cast your eyes downward. "You don't like it, honey?" Simon asks, his confusion evident. Inside your mind, whispers of money and past troubles play, reminding you of your unhealthy relationship with it. Fighting back tears, you sniffle, struggling to find the words.

Simon persists, offering to exchange the necklace if you dislike it. "I still have the receipt," he reassures you. Nodding, you avoid meeting his gaze. "Return it, Simon. I don't want it, or anything," you finally manage to say, your voice choked with emotion.

Frowning, he sets the necklace aside and cups your face in his hands. Gently, he wipes away your tears with his thumbs. "It it about money?" he asks, surprising you. You never told him about your past, so how could he possibly know?

"Do you think I never knew? All your attempts to dissuade me from buying you things, every event you skipped to avoid receiving a present... Honey, I know," Simon admits, his eyes filled with understanding.

Gradually, you begin to calm down. There's no point in hiding anymore, not when he already knows. You explain the situation, and he listens attentively. There is no judgment in his eyes, only empathy and compassion.

"Look," he says, patting your back in a comforting manner. "That was the past, honey. There's nothing wrong with how you feel. Your well-being is more important than anything else." A sad smile forms on your lips as he continues.

"Your happiness matters more than anything. I understand that receiving gifts makes you uncomfortable. However, you must understand that money itself holds no real meaning. What's the point of having thousands if I can't spend them, hum?" Simon brushes your hair back, letting his words sink in. He pulls you closer, and you can hear the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat as he speaks.

"I don't care about money, and neither should you. You deserve to have nice things, and as long as I can afford it, I will continue to give them to you." You mumble softly, the lingering doubts still in control. You want to believe his words, but it's difficult.

"I don't deserve..." you trail off, but he cuts you off, gently squeezing your cheeks. "You do, honey. Don't ever feel guilty for something you deserve. Buying a dress or necklace won't make me go broke. You know how much I earn, don't you?" You nod slowly.

"You may not know it, but the joy that lights up your face when you receive a gift from me is something .. really special, darling. And that happiness makes me want to give you the world and more."

Perhaps it's his heartfelt words, or maybe it's the serenity you feel within his embrace. Some things can't be changed overnight, but you know that he will always be there to support you, whether you're soaring high or crawling in the mud.

Simon smiles at you, clasping the diamond necklace around your neck. His touch leaves a trail of goosebumps, and you catch a whiff of his cologne. It's a familiar scent, one that you associate with pure bliss. Nirvana was a familiar sensation, harboring your very being since the day you met him.

As you admire the jewellery with a mix of astonishment and curiosity, Simon admires you in return.

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popcorn1989 · 1 year

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"I'm the real man here"

Note: It wasn't a request

Pairing: Osferth x Finan x Sihtric x F!Reader

Warning: Dirty Talk but otherwise nothing really

Summary: Trapped in a village, the lord doesn't want to let Uhtred and his men go, but strange customs reign in this village. You just wanted a drink.

"I wonder when we can leave," Sihtric asked bored, glaring at some of the lord's soldiers. You laughed, "Then when the lord is done flirting with Uhtred"

Finan laughed, and you hear Osferth, who was walking behind you, chuckle slightly. "I think it will take a while," he said softly. "Yes, I don't know much about it, but cock comparisons usually take time, always for you men"

Finan laughed again "Didn't know you knew that much about it" You looked at your bearded friend and sighed briefly "And I wonder why not just pull down your pants and say mine is thicker and longer, here look"

Now everyone was laughing because a soldier walked past you and looked at you questioningly until his face changed, and he crossed himself.

You stopped and saw the man and spread your hands, "Is that so, or aren't your women allowed to talk about cocks?"

The man shook his head in disgust and walked on, noticing Osferth's body behind you as he spoke over your shoulder, "I don't think a woman is allowed to say anything here at all"

You spit because you didn't know why this village was so far stuck in time. Women had to keep a low profile, men had something to say here. But since you were one of Uhtred's entourage they let you get away with a lot, only once you were hit on by a man who said he would show you where your place is, but he didn't get any further because the boys were guarding you and looked menacing. Since then, you have not been dissuaded from speaking as you saw fit.

"I don't know you that well," Sihtric said now, nudging you and Osferth because you wanted to get drunk. You raised your eyebrows, "How?" you asked, amazed. "So, vulgar, you don't usually talk like that"

"Are those men thinking that women aren't allowed to say that and besides, that's nothing compared to what I could say" - "So?" Finan asked, "How could you talk?"

You clear your throat and shake your head and look at Osferth "If I do that, our baby Monk here will turn pink, and I don't intend to." Finan grinned widely as he saw Osferth look down.

"That's not true," he tried to resist, Sihtric grabbed his shoulders, "Of course not. What happened to that whore the other day?" Sihtric asked him and before Osferth could defend himself again, you asked, puzzled, "There are whores here?" all men shook their heads "I would be surprised"

All four of you, stopped in front of the tavern when you saw the soldiers standing in front of the entrance. "Are they just standing there?" You ask quietly towards Finan and Sihtric, both of whom have narrowed their eyes and are now shaking their heads.

You sigh again, never have you had to sigh so much over a village. "What are they guarding?" - "The ale" came from Osferth "whores?" Finan asked, "Maybe they have something special in there?" Sihtric wondered. You just roll your eyes, none of the guys could help you.

You decide to go up the wooden stairs, and you were escorted by the boys, but as you tried to go in, a guard grabbed your arm. "No women," he just said and pushed you towards the stairs, thanks to Osferth holding you, you don't fly them down.

You pressed your lips together, so you didn't say something nasty, and tried to get between them into the tavern again. Again the man held you tight but didn't let go.

With your free hand you grab your dagger and hold it to his privates, "I'm not a woman" you said and saw the man flinch. You are a warrior, you wanted to say, but somehow the words got stuck in your throat.

The other guard went to help, but Sihtric was faster, standing in front of him, stopping him from hurting you. Finan helped him and Osferth, yes, he tried to stop you, so you wouldn't hurt him.

"She... I mean he looks like a woman but believe me he's not." Osferth cleared his throat when you gave him a disapproving look. "God didn't mean it well with him," he said again and nodded to the man.

Who then nodded slightly, looked at the dagger on his privates and probably thought it would be better to let you go. "I... I have a dick, probably bigger than yours" you said.

The man nodded at your words, and you sheathed the dagger as you walked in with the boys, but suddenly everything went quiet.

The woman serving looked like she had seen a ghost, and the men were hurt in their pride. Again you spread your hands and grab your crotch and scream for everyone to hear

"I have a cock," the men behind you tried not to laugh as you went to the bar, annoyed, the woman grinned slightly.

You nod to the woman as Sihtric put his arm around you. "Now that's what I call a show," he said, kissing your cheek. "Stop it, the men might think you're gay" he giggled and looked around.

Some men probably left the tavern because they didn't want to let a woman ruin their evening. "You know, if my husband looks like you, then I like being gay"

You started smirking when Finan started arguing with the woman, no one heard the flirtation between you and Sihtric, even though some of them knew what was going on between you both.

"I want two jugs," Finan was saying, banging his fist on the table. You put a hand on his and smile sweetly at the woman. Her face changed when she looked from Finan to you, and now she smiled.

"We'd like ale" - "Finally there's a real man here," she responded to your sentence, and you briefly wonder if she meant Sihtric. Osferth didn't speak, he simply folded his arms in front of his chest and watched the spectacle.

"You're cute, and I wonder how it really looks between your legs." Sihtric couldn't hold back his laughter, Finan and Osferth were shocked and had their mouths open.

"I have a huge cock" she ran her hand through her hair and grinned, "And how big is it?" You raised your forearm and had formed a fist, just missing Sithric's face.

"As big as a forearm" you nodded to your raised arm. The men at your side had become quiet. Because the woman was blushing and making beautiful eyes at you.

"Well, if that's the case, then there's finally a real man here." She turned around, and you looked at all three men questioningly, but they just shrugged their shoulders.

She put a whole jug in front of you and a mug, "This is for you, so that I may see your mighty cock" slowly you started to nod "Of course, soon"

Finan wanted to grab the jug, but she slapped his hand, "It's only for real men, and you pay like the other dogs here."

You laughed "Thank you my thoroughbred wife" at that she blushed and then started to smile sheepishly. You turn around and want to go to a table.

But again you looked at the woman, "Tell me, dear woman, may I let him drink from my jug here?" She looked at Osferth urgently. "He's still a virgin," you said a little lower, and she started laughing.

She grabbed a mug and put it on the counter. "The poor man" was all she said, and you saw how Osferth rolled his eyes and took the mug and went with you.

"What about us?" Finan asked and then looked at Sihtric. "You pay like all the other dogs," you said, laughing, and sat down with Osferth at a table that had room for four.

"If you weren't so sweet, I would be angry now" he said when you poured the mug for him. "If you weren't you, Baby Monk, where would we be?" you ask, grinning widely as he ponders your words.

The men came to you both annoyed, Sihtric sat in front of you and Finan in front of Osferth. "As big as a forearm? I'd like to see" Finan said and grinned at you while taking a sip of his ale.

"Nah, if you look, he pulls back," you said and all four of you started laughing out loud, which disturbed the other men in the tavern and made them grumble slightly.

But you didn't bother, you sat together for a long time. When you were deep in conversation, the woman at the tavern gave you a small bowl with dried meat and winked at you.

"The way I love it, you busty miracle" you spoke and made her smile with your words. She looked briefly into your empty jug and took it with her.

"Maybe I should learn from you," Finan said, a little tipsy, the ale here wasn't diluted, and it was very strong, so strong that you were all a little drunk.

Too strong for Osferth, he lay with his head on his arms, which he had placed on the table, and dozed off slightly.

"I'm the real man here, maybe I could teach you a few things" you said jokingly when Sihtric cleared his throat. "Don't say that, I wouldn't resist the temptation" he said and blushed slightly, but maybe it was just the glow of the candle, that stood on the table.

The woman came back, a full jug in hand, she put it down on the table "Don't tell anyone you can drink for free here" she smiled as you, you nodded.

Then she came closer to you and whispered something in your ear, startled you looked at Sihtric who raised his eyebrows. She left, and before she went to the storeroom, she looked back at you one more time and gave you that look.

That face that said so much that she was waiting for you and she was ready for whatever was to come.

You grab Osferth by the shoulders "Time to go" you said to everyone and rudely rouses Osferth from his sleep, you grab your mug and jug and left, surprised the boys did the same.

"So why are we drinking outside now?" Finan asked you when you had gone into the barn with them, and you were now drinking your ale together on the hay.

Osferth snuggled up to you and slept peacefully on. "Because that certain lady wanted me to follow her" Finan started to laugh and then became serious.

"Don't say she wanted to see your forearm length cock?" he said, puzzled. You shake your head and blush slightly. "No"

"What then?" asked your Irish friend. You share your free ale with them as you gulp, "She wanted to see my dominance, how I treat women, and she wanted...she wanted..."

"Make you happy?" Sihtric asked and just raised an eyebrow, slowly you nod. "Uff, who doesn't want that?" he said and quickly emptied his mug, you were so speechless at his words that you only took a sip yourself.

You hope not to see the woman again while you are locked up here. You listened to Finan and Sithric joking about it. But for the first time since you were here, you were speechless.

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lost-inthedream · 10 months

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Dilf!Sf9 smutty reactions to you touching them while their kid is sleeping in the next room👀?

Dilf!SF9

Epidose: you touch them while their kid sleeps in the next room

Pairing: Sf9 x gn reader

k/n = their kid's name

This is sooo domestic. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: mentions of sex, bad language

Bonus song rec: Don't wanna say, by Lauren Jauregui

suggestive content under the cut

Youngbin:

Youngbin voices your name one, two times. You ignore it, insisting to suck on his collarbone, that damn sic parvis magna tattoo lured your lips. He had opened a few buttons of his dress shirt right after he got home from work. He reproaches you a third time, his tone is actually lenient. As indulgent as he can be when his daughter refuses to eat because she feels unwell. "k/n's just fell asleep. You know she sometimes wakes up..." he tries to dissuade you.

His hand wrapped a handful of your hair, he threatened on pulling you away from him but could not finish the move. "Shit" he repeats as much as he repeated your name seconds earlier. "Just don't go much further for now."

Inseong:

Inseong enters the bedroom after fitteen minutes. His hair is all messed up, which tells you that he was lying down with his boy while telling the craziest stories a man could conceive. You loved that about him. "What were we talking about again?" he asks with the intention of resume it from where you stopped when his child called him.

"It doesn't matter" you reply right away and hold him by the waistband. The way your index finger hooks past the fabric draws a chuckle from him. He directs his eyes toward the door, still wide open. "Don't worry yet" you assure. He holds his gaze - as alert as he can - on the entry while you work on making him feel good through his clothes.

Jaeyoon:

To be realistic, Jaeyoon is the first to lock the door once his child is in bed. His baby girl knows well how to knock and fortunately, she sleeps like an angel. You sometimes get worried. "Honey, you're insane" you moan low as he cups your breasts underneath your blouse. K/n gifted you with such a cute garment before the dinner, you know she had chosen it by herself because it was pink. Anyways, Jaeyoon went shopping with her and paid for it, hence he felt in the right to take it off of you.

"I will stop it if you tell me to" he tenderly remembers touching noses with you. You shake your head slowly, in a way that makes your noses brush. The scene feels cute despite the fact that your tits are cradled by your boyfriend's naughty hands.

Dawon:

"Baby, are you still watching this movie?" Dawon asks through laughter once he finds out that you kept invested in that animation even after k/n fell asleep. "That's a cool story" you explain collecting the remote control. "I'm gonna pause it here so k/n can resume it later"

It's afternoon but everything is absolutely silent. Dawon deliacately pulls you down on the mattress, you could take a nap too. He rests his eyes closed and pushes his leg on top of you so you won't move away. However, instead of closing your eyes too, you start scratching his thigh in a very inappropriate way. He does not take much to start humping you like a teenager. "The things you make me do" he whispers. "I'm giving us 15 minutes and you better swallow all your delicious moans"

Zuho:

That little cutie simply consumed all your batteries in the amusement park. Juho did everything his child needed as soon as you all arrived home. You even offered to give him a helping hand but he expressed clearly that you did amazing in the afternoon and needed some rest from his kid.

Once, k/n fell asleep, your boyfriend let his body drop beside you on the couch. "Are you staying for the night?" he asked, softly playing with your hair, his deep voice sounded worn out and even sexier thanks to it. You answered with a stroke along his thigh, ascending to his crotch. "We deserve wrapping this day up, right?" he suggested, immediately showing you his darkening eyes.

Rowoon:

Seokwoo came back to the scene of his daughter dozing off on your thighs. You smiled shyly, not knowing what you have just done. The girl simply laid closer and napped straight after a few strokes on his scalp." Are you a child whisperer?" your boyfriend asked with humor while analyzing the little girl. She was acting up because she had lost a few pieces of a puzzle, then he went to the kitchen, but now she was peacefully asleep!

Daddy took his young rebel in his arms and put her in her bed. "She's really something" you commented when you all were finally alone in the bedroom. "But his dad is also fascinating" you added suggestively touching his clad abdomen. Rowoon looked to be unable to do anything but observe your hand. "Go easy, y/n" he voiced without moving a single muscle to stop you.

Yoo Taeyang:

Taeyang caught you still tenderly admiring the seashells that his daughter brought from the beach. He stayed silent for a while until you noticed his warm presence. "You're slowly becoming friends" he affirmed. You could see how much it affected him by the sparkles in his eyes so you signed to him to come closer.

As he hugged you firmly and nuzzled onto your neck, you breathed satisfied and held him by the butt cheeks. He laughed. "I'd think you want something nasty if we haven't just come back from the purest day out". You pulled away to look at his eyes and nodded. Taeyang widened his eyes in amazement "What about doing it in the bathroom?"

Hwiyoung:

"Babe, you got new tattoos" you voiced playfully when Youngkyun squatted down to pull Lego pieces from under the table. He turned his head back to comprehend what you were talking about. His face denoted confusion. "I mean that one on your arm" you explained through laughter and pointing in the direction so he could verify it.

"Oh, this" your boyfriend figured out after spying on the drawing made with a pen. "He's been drawing everywhere". You looked at Youngkyun as he stood up and walked toward you. The urge to grab his hips was irrefutable so you landed your hands there and said what crossed your mind. "There's something I wanna draw on you". He nodded, nibbling on his bottom lip "We need to lock inside the bedroom for it, right?"

Chani:

From the entrance, you observed Chani skillfully slide his son onto the bed. He actually sensed it when he was taken away from his dad's arms but Chani easily shushed him into slumber. He looked for your eyes there in the doorway and winked, he looked just a bit cocky about excelling the parenting thing.

"Any plan for tonight?" he asked as soon as the door clicked shut. "We can do anything except noise". You pondered, your index finger slowly playing with his lips while you decided how to say it. "I don't know whether this is appropriate, love". He tilted his head, so you demonstrated it for him by rubbing your front against his. "Oh? You're talking about that, right?" he assured with a brand new demeanor. "Sweetheart, I'm a dad, not a saint"

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minaslittleone · 3 years

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The Sarahs as plant mums (AHS & Ratched)

Like many people I've become an avid plant mum over the course of the pandemic (much to the chagrin of those in my life who have to hear every time one of my babies sprouts a new leaf), which got me thinking - what kind of plant mum would each of the Sarahs be?

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Billie-Dean Howard

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Billie-Dean is much more partial to flowers than she is to caring for a whole plant. She is definitely the kind of person who always has fresh flowers in her home but also takes the time to trim and rearrange the bouquet as she places it in a vase, rather than merely unceremoniously compacting the existing arrangement into a vessel. She also definitely has a secret cut flower food recipe (passed down to her by the ghost of a Victorian housekeeper whom she met while filming a special of her show at a mansion in the UK) which keeps her cut flowers looking immaculate for a full week. If her schedule permits it, her favourite thing to do on a Sunday morning is to stroll the farmers markets and choose individual types of flowers and foliage to bring home and arrange herself from scratch. She finds the process of trimming each of the stems and finding the perfect position for each individual bloom incredibly cathartic.

Her favourite flowers are bright and cheerful. She is particularly drawn to things like tulips, gerberas and lillies, but finds softer more delicate blooms like carnations frustrating and overly dramatic, she definitely appreciates a bit of tenacity in her flowers. She also has no time for strongly scented blooms, and particularly despises the way roses seem to emit a sickly sweet odor after only a few days. Billie finds scents and perfumes in general to be quite cloying and overwhelming as smell is one of the ways she is often viscerally affected when she makes contact with ghosts. She unfortunately associates most strong smells with encounters and so sweet smelling blooms hold little appeal to her, she much prefers fresh neutral scents. The one exception is lavender which she does find soothing. After a particularly taxing week it is not uncommon for her usual bright cheerful blooms to be replaced by simple posies of lavender and rosemary as she recenters herself.

Lana Winters

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Lana is undoubtedly a plant serial killer. Which is totally unsurprising since whenever she gets fixated on a new story she often forgets to feed herself, let alone feed and water her plants. That doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate them though. She loves the way little office plants bring life and vitality to her workspace, that is until they inevitably whither and die from lack of water, or from being burried under piles of paper but that doesn't stop her trying.

Eventually Lana discovers that she and succulents are well suited. It actually makes a lot of sense when she thinks about it - they're both a little prickly on the outside (but only to protect the softness underneath) and both are stubborn to a fault. Lana is particularly fond of the slightly larger cactus she keeps on her desk (which is incidentally the first plant she managed not to kill) and often finds herself talking to him to help work through the flow of her ideas or to overcome writer's block. Spike (as she creatively named him) really is a very good listener and a talented editor to boot.

Still there are times when Lana wishes she had a greener thumb and could expand her collection beyond succulents. As much as she loves Spike and his prickly friends, she really wishes they would grow just a bit quicker so she could experience that new leaf joy even just once. She completely dissuades herself of those feelings though when she returns from a week long book tour to find a weird bump on the top of Spike. Her first thought is that after all this time she's finally managed to kill him and that she really is as terrible a plant parent as she had feared. However, those fears completely dissolved the following morning when she returned to her office to find that Spike's bump had begun to open into the beginnings of a beautiful pink flower. For a minute she could only stare on disbelief, not quite comprehending what was going on however, that quickly gave way to a giddy childlike grin when she realised that she must be doing something right. That, and her little man really did look very cute with his flower top hat.

Cordelia Goode

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Cordelia doesn't just have a green thumb, she has ten green fingers. She absolutely adores plants and having living things around her, especially since the greenhouse has always been her place of peace and sanctuary. She finds it incredibly cathartic pottering around the greenhouse when she gets a few spare moments away from all her duties as supreme/headmistress/mother to a house full of girls. Most of the plants she keeps in the greenhouse are solely for practical/ medicinal purposes but she does keep a few plants in her room and office which she finds soothing. She is particularly fond of philodendrons and pothos with their easy going nature and relaxed growth pattern. She loves the way they seem to make themselves at home anywhere and every time she spots new leaves unfurling it makes her smile. She tries to make an effort to see the beauty in their imperfections and use them to remind herself that everything doesn't always have to be perfect.

Since her supremacy the plants in her personal spaces have thrived unlike anything anyone has ever seen, seemingly feeding off Cordelia's magical aura. Any time any of the plants in the greenhouse are waning she will take them to her office for a few days of rehabilitation after which they will always be positively bursting with life. It is not uncommon for her to find new additions appearing in her little infirmary if Mallory or Misty have noticed that a particular plant is in need of a little TLC.

The flip side to this is that any time Cordelia over taxes herself, while she may be an expert at schooling her features and hiding it from her girls, it will show in her plants. After too many late nights dealing with running the academy or too many days spent funneling all of her energy into everyone around her (and subsequently completely neglecting herself) the plants in her office (and room) will start to lose their vibrancy as well. The first victim is usually the heartleaf philodendron on Cordelia's office bookshelf (the first plant she allowed herself to bring into the space after ascending to the supremacy) which seems to be particularly attune to her moods, especially when it is feelings of self-doubt and inadequacy sapping her magic. Conversely it's the monstera deliciosa in the corner of her office that seems to be the first to wilt when its physical stress or exhaustion plaguing the supreme. Zoe now automatically takes stock of the plants in Cordelia's office every time she enters, knowing it's the only true indication she's likely to get that the supreme herself might be in need of some TLC.

Bette and Dot Tattler

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Bette has always been drawn to flowers, she thinks they're terribly romantic. From bouquets of flowers from gentleman callers to sweet cottage gardens behind white picket fences, teeming with blooms of assorted colours, Bette thinks flowers are a beautiful symbol of normality. She desperately wants to have a garden or even a window box that she can tend to, however that particular desire is not entirely compatible with living in a trailer.

What she does have though is a small collection of African Violets sitting on their kitchen windowsill. They were a present from Jimmy after Bette's first performance singing in the freakshow. Though she might be completely tone deaf she is fiercely determined, so after months of practice she had finally managed to learn "dream a little dream of me" enough to hold the tune (with Dot gently humming it alongside her to keep her in pitch). A few days before Bette was due to perform Jimmy had quietly pressed a note into Dot's palm after dinner asking which type of flowers Bette preferred so that he could get her a bouquet for her first performance. Dot's heart warmed at that, seeing the man that she loved so tenderly care for her sister. Later that evening she had pressed a note back in reply that Bette loved anything pink, cheerful and romantic, however she also ached for flowers the she could keep beyond the length of time a bouquet would last. So maybe a flowering plant would be better. Jimmy of course bought both, handing Bette a beautiful posie of assorted pink coloured carnations along with a terracotta pot of African Violets. Bette had thrown her arm around Jimmy's neck and squeeled with excitement at the sight of her flowers while Dot had offered him the warmest, proudest smile as she mouthed "thank you" against the backdrop of her sister's excited ramblings.

Given how long Bette had pined for flowers and how excited she had been to receive them it is unsurprising that she is a devoted plant parent. She waters her flowers once a week like clockwork, adding water to a saucer underneath the pot and letting them drink the water up through their roots just like Paul had shown her. Apparently African Violets don't like to get their leaves wet. Bette would even go as far as to take her flowers out for some sun if she felt the conditions on their windowsill weren't right at their current campsite. Her little pot of flowers really did bring her so much joy.

Dot may not have shared her sister's passion for flowers (finding them mostly to be needless and frivolous) but in the end she was the one who responsible for the expansion of her sister's flower garden. When Paul had originally shown Bette how to care for her flowers he had also mentioned that they could be propagated which had fascinated Dot. The idea you could just take a leaf and it would grow roots and become a completely new plant was amazing to her. But convincing Bette to let her try it out for herself definitely proved to be battle. Bette certainly wasn't keen on allowing her sister to chop into her precious flowers while Dot couldn't see why her sister was being so protective, the little plant certainly had plenty of leaves to spare, especially if it could give a whole new plant. Unsurprisingly the disagreement escalated to a pair of very raised voices which is what ultimately drew Jimmy into the argument. After managing to calm down both sisters Jimmy revealed to Bette that the tiny pot plant had originally been her sister's idea because she knew how much she wanted to have flowers of her own. Dot confirmed that she does know how important the flowers are to Bette and that she would never want to hurt them, she was just excited at the possibility of being to make more of them for her sister and be able to give her the windowsill full of flowers that she had always dreamed of. Bette couldn't help but relent after that. A few months later and Dot has become quite the propagation expert, to the point where their windowsill is beggining to fill up with juvenile plants as well as fresh cuttings just beginning to take root. Bette smiles every time they catch her eye, not just at the beauty of the flowers that she spent so long pining for but also for how they symbolise her sister's love for her. While they may still bicker bitterly from time to time, Bette knows that no one will ever love her as much or as fiercely as her sister does. Dot still has no real interest in the flowers themselves. She does still find propagating rewarding, especially watching her little babies start to grow and flourish. But mostly she just enjoys watching the way they make her sister smile.

Sally McKenna

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Sally is obsessed with carnivorous plants and you can't convince me otherwise. She definitely discovered them on Instagram and loves all the funny shapes and crazy colours that they come in. Sally would never be content with a plant that looks like a plant - no her plants need to look like vicious little aliens. The fact that they're natural born killers is also a nice little bonus. She loves how they subvert the natural order of things - insects should eat plants not the other way around.

When she first discovered plants online Sally got really upset that she'd never be able to go out and buy any of her own. It was Iris who mentioned that maybe she would be able to order some online - big mistake. Sally is nothing if not obsessive and her room now rivals Poison Ivy's lair with the number of plants she has crammed in there. The sheer number of babies in her collection doesn't mean that she neglects them though, no Sally is absolutely an A level obsessive plant mum - only the best for her babies. When she discovered that carnivorous plants prefer distilled water to tap water she started ordering it by the gallon, and as the best lit positions in her room started to fill up she definitely ordered grow lights so that none of her babies suffer. The grow lights also give off a slight purple glow which makes her room look like a rave which is absolutely a feature and not a bug.

Sally has also been known to go hunting for food for her babies, especially since her collection has grown and she worries there isn't enough to go around. Iris and Liz frequently find her collecting dead flies from window ledges to take back to her growing brood. She offers them to her babies with tweezers as a mother bird would to her chicks. The last time Iris had an exterminator spray the Cortez Sally accused her of trying to murder her babies with poison and absolutely ordered fruit flies online (intended for feeding pet reptiles rather than pet plants but meh) to keep her collection going until she could be absolutely sure that the offending toxins had dissipated.

It goes without saying that Sally has a separate plant Instagram account which she updates on nearly a daily basis with photos of new growth or just progress on her collection. She definitely has a great eye for plant photography and for making her babies come to life on the screen. One of her favourite things to do is film feeding videos with her largest Venus Flytrap "Fang" (who incidentally has his own Instagram account: @Fangstagram). Watching plants move so quickly will never get old to Sally and she has definitely been known to tease some of her smaller flytraps into snapping shut just for her enjoyment. She tries not tease them too much though, they are her babies after all.

Audrey Tindall

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Like Lana, Audrey is another serial plant killer, but for complete different reasons. Audrey, bless her, kills her plants with far too much kindness (and water). She so desperately wants a house full of the beautiful lush plants she sees all over Instagram so she tries her darnedest to be the best plant parent ever. Her problem is that every time she sees leaves starting to yellow or wilt she assumes it must be from lack of water (rather than the fact that their roots are already rotting from far too much).

Initially she fell into the trap of picking up plants she thought looked cute on Instagram or in the garden centre, without really knowing much about caring for them. Needless to say this didn't end well (multiple times). She thought she had cracked it when discovered the subset of house plants refered to as "hard to kill". Unfortunately, most of those plants are very resistant to neglect but not to Audrey's smothering type of plant parenting. Finally she discovered peace lillies which do actually like to have wet feet and appreciate all of her affection. She's slowly collecting other spathiphyllums in all shapes and sizes now that she's feels confident she's got the hang of them. She gets so excited every time one of them grows a new leaf or flowers - such a proud plant mum.

Now that she's growing a little more confident with at least a subset of house plants she will occasionally post photos to her Instagram. She's still pretty insecure about her plant parent abilities though and it doesn't help that she will occasionally get haters telling her she's doing it all completely wrong. She tries not to let them get to her but sometimes they really do get her down - all she wanted to do was share the joy that her plant babies bring her and she's doing her best to do right by them. After one particularly brutal bout of trolling it's actually Sally who defends her. Audrey has been following Sally's plantstagram since she first started getting interested in plants so the fact that Sally even acknowledged her kinda blows her mind. Sally tells people in no uncertain terms to back off Audrey or she will set her carnivorous babies on them. The two strike up a fast friendship after this and through Sally's guidance Audrey eventually begins to grow more confident as a plant mum. For her birthday Sally definitely sends Audrey her first baby Venus Flytrap with the absolute insistence that it be named "Audrey II".

Ally Mayfair-Richards

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Ally has never really seen the appeal of house plants nor does she have the time (or the headspace) to look after them. She does however have a fully stocked herb garden growing in window boxes in the kitchen to have everything within easy reach for cooking. She also loves the fresh clean smell of the basil and rosemary wafting through the house on the breeze if she leaves the windows open, particularly if it has rained. She may even admit that she's beginning to see the appeal of having the greenery around the place from an aesthetic standpoint as well.

Given how busy Ally is juggling being a senator, running a restaurant and being a single mum (plus whatever wink wink nudge nudge cult stuff she's up to on the side) it's not really surprising that it's Ozzie who's taken to caring for the herb garden most of the time. He's always been such an inquisitive kid and Ally loves watching the way his face lights up over simple things like flowers and new growth. Ozzie is particularly obsessed with propagation and there is always at least a handfull of his experiments on the windowsill. Whether it's an avocado seed he's trying to get to sprout or basil cuttings he's trying to root, he always has some new scheme in the works. Ally usually just smiles and ruffles his hair (so proud and glad that she has such an amazing and we'll rounded kid after everything that he's been through). As long as he leaves her enough basil to make pesto with, she's happy for him to play to his heart's content.

Wilhemina Venable

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Plants have never been of any interest to Wilhemina, she considers them to be unnecessary sources of dirt and clutter. They serve no practical purpose so she has no time for them. At least until she becomes the somewhat unwilling recipient of one. As far as office secret Santa presents go, she supposes, the lilac coloured orchid is actually quite inoffensive. However she can't shake the feeling that it must have been bought for her as some kind of challenge, that someone at Kineros is secretly watching to see how quickly she will kill it because someone like the imperious Ms Venable is obviously incapable of the kindness or tenderness necessary to keep something as beautiful and delicate as an orchid. What she doesn't know is that it was actually from Mutt, because while he is usually too coked out of his mind to show it, he is actually quite fond of her. And he knows her well enough to know that she would never accept a gift from him directly so each Christmas he rigs the office Secret Santa to get her name so he can her something (and also partly because he doesn't trust some of the interns not to get her something crude on a dare given the anonymous nature of the gift). He also knows her well enough to realise that she would appreciate the elegant beauty (and obviously the colour) of the orchid but would never cede to the frivolity of buying something like it for herself.

Despite the good intentions of the gift, Wilhemina can not fathom the idea that it was genuinely meant for her enjoyment. Obviously someone is toying with her but she will not be beaten. Wilhemina Venable may not know the first thing about orchids but she will be damned if whoever gave her the wretched thing manages to get a laugh out of it at her expense. So she learns. Mina is nothing if not fiercely independent and resourceful so she scours the internet for information on orchid care and reads everything she can find. And of course she succeeds (because anything else would be unacceptable to her).

After six months her little orchid is still alive and thriving in her office and privately she would have to admit that she has grown quite attached to it. Compared to other plants she finds it to be quite neat and tidy, and there is something elegant and refined about its arching growth habit which she finds quite beautiful. Over the course of her research she has of course come across the tremendous variety of orchids available. She of course is drawn to all of the different tones of purple blooms but also finds herself unexpectedly drawn to some of the darker, more gothic varieties. She tries to tell herself that it is merely an aesthetic appreciation, that they hold no actual allure to her, but she keeps finding herself drawn back to them. She almost buys herself one on *so many* occasions but the idea of doing something so frivolous just for her own pleasure and enjoyment is so terrifying to her that she always chickens out. Eventually she caves though, buying an indigo coloured orchid on sale at the grocery store, abruptly rushing home with it before she can change her mind again. She spends the entire rest of the day second guessing the decision but the next morning when she opens her eyes to the delicate purple blooms tenderly placed on her night stand she can't help the gentle smile it brings to her face or the warmth that settles in her chest.

After that her collection slowly grows. She still struggles with buying things for herself simply for pleasure but she is getting better, and the sick guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach seems to appear less and less each time she does it. So her collection of orchids grows, mostly including those with particularly dark blooms or interesting and unusual shapes (though there are definitely a couple of lilac and lavender coloured blooms in there as well). She also begins to expand to other dark leaved plants as well, like certain begonias and definitely a ZZ raven. Like with the orchids, all of her new acquisitions are thoroughly researched and she is determined to succeed in their care.

Mutt will sometimes catch her glance fondly at her little desk orchid as he passes her office. He is genuinely glad to have given her something that seems to bring her such contentment. If only he knew the true extent of the gift he had given her.

Mildred Ratched

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Mildred has no idea about plants of any kind. Or at least she didn't before Gwen. Her childhood certainly wasn't filled with simple pleasures like planting flowers or playing in a vegetable patch, and any indoor plants or flower arrangements were merely things she was forbidden to touch and harshly punished if she damaged. So inevitably these things inspired a far greater degree of anxiety and tension in Mildred than they did joy or contentment.

But Gwen loves gardening. She had memories as a young child of helping her father in their backyard, returning of an evening covered in mud, much to her mother's dismay. Gwen's strong nurturing nature made her a very capable gardener and she derived a great sense of contentment from it. On some level Mildred wished she could help Gwen as she pottered through their garden of a weekend but she wouldn't have a clue where to start. In fact, the nasty voice in Mildred's head whispered, she would be so much better off without you, you'll just ruin everything, you're far too useless to be of any help. So as Gwen worked Mildred would watch, pretending to pay attention to her novel but really trying to find the pattern and reason to Gwen's actions so that maybe, someday, she wouldn't be quite so useless.

Mildred did, however, enjoy accompanying Gwen to the nursery when she went to collect supplies for their garden. Mildred may not have the faintest idea what any of the plants were called or how to care for them but she did find it peaceful to walk through the rows upon rows of different shades of green. She was continually fascinated by how many different shapes, sizes and colours they seemed to come in. Sometimes Gwen would catch her staring curiously at a particular plant but Mildred would always decline when Gwen offered that they could take it home with them.

One particular Saturday in spring Gwen found Mildred tenderly righting a small yellow marigold which had been knocked over by other nursery-goers as they riffled through the display to choose the brightest and most beautiful blooms. The poor little plant was somewhat lopsided and some of its leaves were slightly crushed from where it had lain, still there were the beginnings of golden yellow petals starting to peak from within the confines of its buds. Gwen watched as Mildred delicately unkinked the worst of the damaged leaves, fingers ghosting over the flowers that had yet to bloom. This time when Gwen suggested that they take the battered little plant home with them Mildred suddenly became very interested in a thread dangling from the cuff of her blouse as she muttered "Wouldn't it be easier to just choose one that isn't crushed? One without so much damage?". Gwen gently reached out, linking her pinkie with Mildred's, cursing that anything more would have been unacceptable in public. She gently squeezed Mildred's slender finger in her own until her gaze lifted to meet Gwendolyn's. "Never" she breathed. "The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all". She felt her throat tighten and eyes begin to burn as she watched Mildred's eyes begin to glisten and that *damn* dimple on her chin begin to quiver. "I wouldn't have the faintest idea of how to look after it", Mildred's gaze dropping again to the poor bruised little plant. Gwen squeezed their intertwined fingers once more, coaxing Mildred's eyes to meet her own. "I can show you, if you'd like?" Mildred's teeth began to worry her bottom lip as she considered. "What if I can't? What if I kill it?" "Sweetheart, you won't and I'll be there with you every step of the way. We can do it together." Mildred seemed to consider this offer, turning back to gaze tenderly at their little friend, before meeting Gwen's eyes. "Ok" she murmured, "together".

After that, every time Mildred and Gwen returned to the nursery Mildred would inevitably leave with a battered looking plant that she was determined to rehabilitate. Gwen, true to her word, patiently guided Mildred through the basics of plant care and Mildred, unsurprisingly, quickly became very proficient. Her tiny, dextrous fingers, used to dealing with needles and surgical instruments, were incredibly adept at staking and repositioning bent and battered plants as she helped them to heal. Soon enough, one end of their porch became entirely dedicated to Mildred's patients, so much so that Gwen began affectionately referring to it as Mildred's ward. And in spite of her initial fears Mildred had become quite the proficient gardener, with her little rag-tag bunch of plants, all twisted and pointing in slightly odd directions, forming the most beautiful and beloved garden Gwendolyn had ever seen.

#sarah paulson #lana winters #cordelia goode #bette and dot tattler #sally mckenna #billie dean howard #audrey tindall #ally mayfair richards #wilhemina venable #ahs #mildred ratched #ratched #ryan murphy #plant mum

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Do’s And Don'ts With A Reunited Legion, Part 3

AKA This is the fifth closet Legion popped into, because the first four were occupied by Anti, Bim, Sharper and Ollie respectively. In all seriousness, I originally planned for this story to be very angst-filled with a side heaping of the noose dealio that @ferociousfangirlofmanyfandoms wrote. Lucky for you folks, that never made it in, but I’m saving it on the back-burner for the next angst surprise. Also, since this is a double whammy with a second submission, the next piece is not angsty! Have fun.

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Eric hadn’t spent as much time with Legion as he wanted to when they got back, considering the fact that Mare stayed rather close to them. And despite the ghost’s apparent friendliness, Eric was still pretty terrified of him.

That wasn’t to say that he had avoided Legion. They would spend small moments together, usually with him knitting and them watching intently while they sorted out the yarn. Or talking in soft voices when headaches came along, each respectful of the other’s pain. One time he even cooked with them, and it’s then that he learned Legion had a selective range of cooking abilities and that they were terrible when it came to high-concentration cooking. Like making sure the pot didn’t boil over. At least there wasn’t a fire.

When he looked back on this, Eric had no real idea why he was in that particular hallway. It was nearing the evening, and the slowly falling sun casted distorted shadows through the window panes. Some of the trees helped to give each shadow it’s own shape, but they were light enough to be rendered separate from Dark or the Void’s signatures. Eric remembered the sensation of warmth against his skin, probably falsely conjured up in his own subconscious, but it felt lovely. The air was tranquil and there was no booming floor, rattling doors or even a groan of defeat (those were caused by the ‘old folks’, mainly Dark, Phantom, Mad, and Google). Just blissful quiet.

…And the barely noticeable hiccup that came right after a long, hard wail from sobbing.

What?

Eric wasn’t one for confrontation, and if this were any other time and any other place, he would’ve ran off to grab his Dad or most anyone else for backup. But with the peace of the previous moment still within him and a sense of curiosity that had begun blooming again (once he moved here), he wanted to see what was happening. Of course he knew that sound, he had sounded like that many times in the past, usually on the cusp of or already into a full blown panic attack. So to hear someone else sounding like that, well, loneliness wasn’t good for situations like that. He could help? Right?

He moved slower to trace the sound, and he eventually got to a plain looking door, no label to it. Probably a broom closet or something. A perfect place for someone having a panic attack.

Personally, he preferred the closets on the ground floor.

Don’t think like that. He scolded himself, before taking a deep breath in, trying to instill his confidence before raising a fist to knock against the door. The wavelengths shattered the silence, canceling out all other thoughts and sounds. Including the weak gasps.

“H-h-hello? Uh-um, an-anyone th-there?” Nothing greeted his question, and he began to wonder if he was hearing something. But that sound was so accurate…? “Its-s-s Eric-c?”

hic

There it was again. The barely perceptible sob. “I-I’m com-m-ming in? No-no, I’m coming i-in.” He grasped the handle and tried to turn it, but found it was locked under his grip. His fingers were already trembling, and he had to take another breath to try and steady them. “Cou-could you open t-t-the d-door?”

“No,” The voice took him by surprise, but he recovered once he realized who hid beyond his reach, separated by an oaken wall.

“L-L-Legion?” Oh goodness, this wasn’t good. He had yet to see them hurting like this, besides when they had first come back from that place, when they had been with that scary man. He could remember those moments when the Actor was in the house, the way the terror of his presence constricted his throat and his lungs. And those visits were short, lasted fifteen minutes at most. Legion was with him for weeks. Stuck beside him with no escape.

Eric knew he wouldn’t have made it, and standing outside this door, it finally struck him that Legion couldn’t have gone through all that unscathed. They had to have been hurt too. And now, now maybe they were working through it.

“L-Legion,” He started, slowly settling himself onto the floor beside the door, taking time to lay his prosthetics against the carpet. “Legion, I-I’m here. An-and if y-you need me o-or you wa-wanta talk about it-t, I-I’m here. You-you’re not al-alone. N-n-not anymore.” He settled himself beside the door and waited, letting the silence settle within the hall. Letting the fading sunlight warm his skin. Letting himself hope that his presence in the hall would be enough for Legion.

Legion, that silly ‘kid’ who knew more than they let on, who held in their eyes ages of knowledge that betrayed their form. Eric saw them as an older sibling, playful and confident of themselves, always encouraging what he wanted to do and serious in their promises. Host’s kid, the one that he knew the older man would fight for. Just like his Dad.

And wasn’t that something amazing? That he had a real Dad now. And that Legion had a Dad too. They both had someone that loved and protected them, that didn’t want anything from them. It still took Eric by surprise sometimes…

“Eric?” The voices asked hesitantly from the wood, speaking through the crack between the frame and the door itself. Eric shook himself out of his musing, turning his head so that his ear was beside the crack. He wasn’t sure why there were multiple voices, unless this was what Legion meant when they said they weren’t alone upstairs.

“L-Legion?”

“We’re sorry. For keeping you here. We’re… we’re fine.” That was a lie, and he knew that both of them knew it. And well, he wasn’t going to be dissuaded that easily this time.

“It-it’s fine. Hon-n-nestly Le-Legion. I g-g-get it. S-s-sometimes-s you need to b-b-be alone. S-sort through it-t. Y-ya know?” There was a weak laugh from the crack, a hollow laugh.

“Never really alone. Not with so many of us fighting. To be heard, to say Something. To be alive in us.” There was a pause before they continued, their voices tampering down into one again, even if there was the slightest reverb to it. “We were beginning to lose it, and we didn’t want to scare anyone. We get, scary when we’re losing it. Didn’t want to worry Dad or Mare. Just… just needed to breathe again. Breathe without scaring anyone.”

“A cl-closets-s nice l-like that.” Eric said, trying to keep his voice steady. “S-small to k-keep the w-world from cl-closing in o-on you. Its secluded, q-quiet and m-makes you b-big.”

“Yeah, I guess a closet is ideal. Bright side of things.” There was some shuffling, and beside Eric the lock popped open. “You can come in, if, if you want?” The nervousness in their voice was obvious, but they were in good company. Eric was always in a state of nervousness.

“Sure,” He reached up and grasped the handle, turning it with ease this time. He gave it a gentle tug and opened a crack, letting enough fading sunlight in to illuminate the figure in the little room. Legion was bracing themselves against two shelves, their hair falling in messy, tangled waves around their head. The hood hung like a deflated balloon on their shoulder, and the cloak had stretched to cover all of their body. Like a giant blanket. Protective and cuddly.

“Nice place y-you got.” Legion titled their head, their eyes lighting up despite the redness that tainted them and the puffiness of their skin.

“Prime real estate.” Eric pulled himself in, opening the door wider to paint Legion in the last rays of orange light. They glowed radiantly, like something out of folklore. “Eric, you sure you aren’t an angel?”

“Huh? What d’ya m-mean?” They grinned.

“The light is a halo around you. You look like an angel.” He blushed, rubbing the back of his head.

“Th-thanks!” He settled beside them and they stared out the top of the window, holding hands up to keep the bottom rays from blinding them.

“Makes us think of that time we tried to convince everyone Dark was a vampire in the Retro.” Eric turned to them.

“What?”

“Oh, that story’s great. Okay, so, it was right after Dark over in the last universe had kinda turned over a new leaf and we wanted to give him a proper ‘welcome back.’ So, first we rigged up this giant spotlight with Wilford’s help…”

Submitted by: @englishbreakfastandquills

*to the tune of John Mulaney’s Monkey Man joke* Babey, babey, babey man

#eric derekson #the legion #darkiplier #submission

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