#but also i generally wish i had a flatter chest

[wereh0gz]

Is my discomfort with my boobs gender dysphoria, body dysmorphia, or just a general discomfort with the sensations of having a human body that comes with possible neurodivergency

[idkfitememate]

Ooo!!! what if a Melusine!creator?? (are they consider animals? I dont think so) I think that would be cute!! I mean look at their tiny face!! their button nose??? and and their cutie horns/antlers!!! AND AND THEIR TAIL???( and wings that sometimes flatters!!(I research some melusines on google, and I saw a melusine with wings! is that canon?))

A Melusine!creator with a cottage vibe or or baker that stays in fotaine!! now thats cute!!

wonder how will the fotaine characters react to them🤔🤔

Seeing a Melusine attached to the hip with Neuvillette wasn’t the most uncommon sight. What was uncommon was just HOW attached to the hip this particular Melusine was.

They clearly weren’t employed anywhere, a probably lived in Mersusea or around that area, but there were around Neuvillette every single day.

The other thing about them that was so odd, was generally how they looked.

Melusine were usually short with their little antlers, tiny tails and sometimes little wings. The only know outlier was, of course, Sigewinne.

At least, that’s what was assumed. Then you showed up.

You were on the taller side, coming up to the Sovereign’s chest, with longer horns and a larger tail. Your wings were also larger… they even looked functional. And you honestly looked like a mix between a Melusine, a leaf sheep and a Blue Dragon sea slug. The most different trait being that you looked perfectly androgynous.

You constantly spent your time holding onto Neuvillette and he let you. Your hands were always either around him, gripping his clothes or holding his hands.

The man was perfectly reciprocating to your affections. Holding onto you and allowing you to hold onto him.

The only issue?

He was the only person who you interacted with.

Whenever anyone else tried they were always met with extreme hesitance and silence or you running away. Furina was the most hurt by this.

Though, when Neuvillette requested all officials to come meet him for a conference, they all had a feeling that you may be part of the reason why.

And when Wriothesley, Sigewinne, Furina and Clorinde all came and found him alone in the conference room he called them too, they thought that they may have been wrong.

Well there were wrong about being wrong.

“I have called you here today,” Neuvillette started, “to talk about my mew friend.”

Silence around the room.

The Dragon cleared his throat before continuing.

“If you could not tell before this point, the reason they do not interact with anyone outside of myself is because they are shy.”

Furina huffed at that.

“They have admitted to me that they feel tremendously bad about that, and wish to remedy their relationships with you all. As such, they have a gift for each of you. You may come in now, mon chéri.”

He gestured at a door, and you creeped in with four wrapped baskets on their arms. Blush dappled your cheeks as you looked down. You walked around the table, placing a basket in front of each official - minus Neuvillette.

All the baskets matched the general aesthetic of its recipient. And when unwrapped, we’re filled with all kinds of pastries and treats. You made your round and ran behind the Dragon Sovereign, shoving your face into his side.

He chuckled before leaning down and whispering something in your ear. You stepped forward and began to speak.

“Je m'excuse pour mes actions et mon comportement. Dans la mesure du possible, pourriez-vous trouver dans vos cœurs la possibilité de me pardonner?”

You barely looked up as you spoke, the flawless yet soft speech of the old tongue of Fontaine shocking them. Then Furina stood with dramatic tears in her eyes.

“OF COURSE I FORGIVE YOU DARLING!!! AWE OF COURSE I CAN!!” She quickly got out of her seat and run up to hug you, you wrapping your arms around her.

You shoved your face in her hair as you spoke.

“Merci Madame. Ton pardon illumine mon âme.”

It seemed as though the sun shined a bit brighter into the room.

Little baby!!!! Little baby!!!!!!! I wanna hold them so bad??? Mmmm little baby Melusine!Creator…໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

*My darling - Neuvillette to You

* I apologize for my actions and behavior. If at all possible, would you be able to find it in your hearts to forgive me? - You to Everyone

* Thank you my Lady. Your forgiveness lights my soul. - You to Furina

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

Let me put my lips to something (Alicent Hightower x Reader)

synopsis: Neglected by your husband, you find a confidant in Alicent, who is being treated the same way by her own husband. The depth of that trust and friendship however stay hidden to the two of you until one faithfull evening.

warnings: period typical homophobia, more porn than plot, kissing, oral sex, afab reader

word count: 3k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall, @urmomsgirlfriend1

(If you want to be tagged for a specific character/fandom/series or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

It is late when you knock at the queen´s chambers. You are aware it is, but you don´t know where else to go as well. Trying to keep a neutral expression on your face for the servants that walk by you, your foot taps on the stone floor, until the heavy doors finally open. You can tell Alicent is surprised to see you at this time of day.

“The hour is late. Are you feeling well?” She asks with worry coating her voice.

It takes a while for you to find your own voice as you see her standing in front of you however. She looks so beautiful. Her curly, auburn hair flows over her shoulders perfectly and the dressing gown covering her night dress adulates her figure in the most flattering ways.

“May I come in?” You ask quietly so that only the woman can hear.

“Naturally.” Alicent steps aside to let you in.

Together the two of you sit down at the table in her rooms and suddenly you are more nervous than before your knuckles grazed her door.

“I must say, you look positively radiant this evening.” You compliment her in the hope to distract her attention from the way your fingers pick at each other and you eyebrows pull together. To no avail.

“You are amongst friends. Speak your mind freely. What is wearing so heavy on your soul?” Alicent lays her hand on yours to keep you from hurting yourself. Much like you often did to her. The touch sends a spark of electricity through your arm to your heart, making it stop for just a beat. You weren't sure how it had happened but after you married her eldest son, the queen and you had become a source of comfort for each other. Both neglected by your husbands and left to fend for yourselves against a seemingly uncaring world. Or court at least. And some time in the three years you now lived in the Red Keep, you had found yourself falling for the one person you could never have. Not only a woman, but the queen of the seven kingdoms none the less.

"My Queen. My friend. You know I do not like to speak ill of people, even more so when it is your own son I am speaking about. Yet every day more I feel I am not strong enough for this marital bond. I find myself wishing Aegon would simply divorce me. The silent sisters or even the wall would seem like a simpler lot."

“I feel for you and I do not blame you for such thought, my dear. Yet I must also protest. You possess much more strength than you think. I can see it in your eyes. Your husband may not know how lucky he is in having someone so lovely and intelligent besides him…” She pauses in the middle of her sentence and never finishes it. Searching anything in the room but your eyes.

“I cannot thank you enough for listening to my foolish worries. They must seem so small compared to what you have to endure.” Your hands take a hold of her delicate ones and you allow your thumb to caress the back of them to get her attention again.

Unbeknownst to you that simple action drives her heart to pound against her chest in a much quicker rhythm than before.

“If they burden you they are not foolish at all. Better to voice them in the safety of this chamber than to break from them. I have to admit, I do feel like I am trapped in a gilded cage from time to time. Though your presence has made my suffering more bearable.” An inexplicable blush lays itself over the queen´s pale features at the last sentence.

“I will always be here for you, dear friend. For as long as I breathe.” You squeeze the woman’s hands gently to emphasize the intent in your words. Words that speak of a love far deeper than the one for a mere friend.

One of your hands leaves her touch to rest against her rosy cheek. Your thumb caressing over the warm skin. The air between the two of you seems to crack with tension. Her breath falters under your fingertips and suddenly nothing between you seems like it should be between friends. The underlying feeling of her being your husbands mother is gone entirely. It encouraged you to utter the words you swore you would never tell a single living soul.

“May I confess something else? Something darker than what I laid upon you already?” You feel Alicent nod under your hand. It is your only answer as you avert your gaze in shame at the desire you are about to share.

“I had a dream last night. Stemming from desires I tried to hide and pray away for some time now, but all the praying in the world was for naught.” Your voice is barely above a rough whisper.

“What happened in that dream?” Follows Alicent´s question. Equally as quiet at the seriousness of the moment.

“I dreamt about you…” The words come out only slowly. “And me. We were lying in bed. You were writhing underneath me in pleasurer at my touch. It was a most sinful, yet beautiful dream.”

Alicent is left speechless, with an even higher beating heart and an animated fantasy. Despite that, her words speak of the opposite sentiment.

“This… this is highly inappropriate. We are both married and even if we weren´t this could never be by the laws of the seven. It would be better for you to retire to your chambers now” The words have so little conviction that you are unsure who she is trying to convince.

Your thumb wipes over her heated cheek once more and before you know it there are mere inches separating her lips from yours. Your eyes meet hers one last time and with a shuttering breath you taste her lips on yours. It´s only for a moment, but that tentative touch heightens your senses massively. When your eyes open again Alicent´s brown ones are already looking back at you. Uncertain, searching in yours for what to do next, for an answer to all this.

“You need to leave. Now. Before this can lead to anything… more…” The brunette stands up, walking out of reach to wrap her arms around herself. The feelings of shame and want clashed inside of her. Swirling in her stomach in a whirlwind of emotional conflict.

“Please, do not send me away so soon.” You plead in a soft tone. Walking after her to lay your hands on her shoulders. “I am begging you, dear friend.”

Alicent doesn´t push them away. Instead she turns around to take your hands once more.

“What are you doing to me?” She breathes.

“I merely wish to love you. To worship you, just like you deserve. Even if it is for one night only. Let me prove the true nature of my feelings to you. I care naught for how sinful these desires are. You are too beautiful not to sin.” You lead your friend to her bed and sit her down beside you. “Will you let me?”

Your hands travel the length over Alicent´s arms with feather light touches as you wait for an answer. Taking in the satin of her dressing gown underneath your finger tips and the silky, smooth texture of her hair as you put it behind her ear.

Her soft lips part to make way for a fluttering breath to escape and then she leans in to lock her lips with yours again. It takes not even a second for you to respond to it. At first they brush over Alicent's lips in a slow, sensual manner. You try not to overwhelm her with everything. That however quickly wanes, when her tongue presses against your lip to silently ask for entrance. Of course you let her in letting her tongue explore your mouth and dance with yours as you do. One of your hands wanders down to open the dressing gown and slips it off Alicent´s shoulders. Wandering up the front of her body, grazing her breasts that were now only clothed in a thin nightdress anymore. The way her heart beats against it clearly tangible. Assuring you that your friend is just as excited as you are. Next your hands gently push the older woman backwards by the shoulder, to lay on the bed as you straddle her hips. Letting your hands wander over her breasts over the fabric of her nightdress once more, a small moan falls sounds off into the room. Her body has long since forgotten what is happening right now is a sin. She feels herself being pulled into the heat of the moment, letting her body go loose to the touches of her friend´s hands. You part from her only for a second, trying to gather yourself. It is so unbelievable that you are lucky enough to be allowed to touch her in this way. Then you place a peck to the corner of her now kiss swollen lips, trailing more passionate, open-mouthed kisses along the length of the side of her neck. Looking down, Alicent's fingers clutch at the blankets, her hips instinctively rising towards yours as your bodies brush against each other. Another moan escapes Alicent's lips, as the tingling sensation your touch leaves behind and that excites her more and more.

“Do you know how long I have desired this...?” Alicent whispers in a voice full of passion, her voice catching in her throat.

“Tell me how long.” You murmur against the hollow at the base of Alicent's throat. Mouthing at it and then kissing further down to her collar bones. Alternating between soft kisses and gentle nibbles.

When the queen´s hips raise off the mattress again, you shift your weight to put a leg between both of her thighs, to assist her in her search for more friction to satisfy the need for more stimulation.

Alicent turns her head to be able to look into your eyes, even though they are blurred because of lust and love and the way her body rubs against yours. Her heart still pounding heavy in her chest.

“Since I first saw you. When you came to the keep after the match was made. Your dress was such a beautiful green and you hair… Oh, your hair.” Alicent's voice trails off as she closes her eyes, unable to keep looking for the moment.

“Keep looking at me. I want to see your eyes.” You whisper into Alicent's ear with a soft dominant tone. Waiting until you have your lover´s eyes on you again to push up the nightdress to reveal her pale skin and the rosy nipples that sit atop her beautiful breasts.

“ I cannot.” Alicent says while trying to hide her face, but she can't manage too.

You grab her chin between your thumb and forefinger to turn her face back to you and  her body is overcome with lust, and her mind is consumed by the image of your hair in her hands. Your eyes looking deeply into hers, with a look as if she had created the world and your lips on her supple skin.

“Look at me.” You whisper with more emphasis. “You are so beautiful.”

“Yes, oh yes.” Alicent whispers in a faint voice, her breath catching in her throat.

She feels her mind go hollow and her heart beating so fast it feels like it is about to explode. She moans again and again as she is overwhelmed with so much more than she has ever been able to desire in her lifetime.

“You are a goddess…” You murmur breathlessly against her breasts. Your tongue swirling around the erect buds until they are painfully hard. Blowing on them to elicit another sound of pleasure, before you close your lips around the peaks of her chest to nibble and suck on them.

Meanwhile your hands find Alicent's hips. Leading them with a firm grip in a slow rhythm to drag against her thigh.

Alicent's breath comes out in hot, shallow breaths. Her entire being is consumed with your touch, her body shaking.

“It's like heaven. It's divine, that touch of yours.” Alicent's breath quickens, yet her mind remains empty of all thought. All she understands is the need to feel more.

The older woman´s hands let go of your hair and the bedsheets to take hold of your shoulders. Her nails digging into the flesh as you guide her away from your thigh and instead replace it with your fingers. Reverend touches of your fingertips, pull all kinds of sounds from her. Delicious whines and whimpers and needy pleas for more.

“Please, oh gods, please. More… More...” Alicent is on the edge of losing control. Her mouth opens, but no words can form under the small, deliberate circles you rub into the sensitive bundle of nerves that sits at the top of her fluttering cunt.

You can tell Alicent is close to her release. So you capture your lover's lips in another passionate kiss, swallowing her every loud moan as to not get caught by any guards, your fingers lead her over the edge of pleasure.

“Yes! Yes!” That's all her mind can grasp as her entire body shakes with her release.

Once all the pent up energy is out of Alicent´s system and the shaking dies down to a trembling again, You take your fingers, that had caught some of her juices, away from her wet heat and lick them clean.

“You truly are a delicacy. To be savored, not used and cast aside at the whims of men that cannot even begin to process the goddess that you are.” You groan at her sweet taste.

Diving down between her legs, wrapping your arms around them to keep her hips still, you begin to kiss all around her center. Nibbling and sucking a few, easily concealed marks into her flesh. Teasing her long before she finally puts her lips to the queens wet heat. Letting her tongue swipe out to lick a wide stripe through it.

Alicent feels like a bolt of electricity has hit her. Her entire body is consumed with excitement. She does not want you to ever stop touching her. Every touch is a pure delight that Alicent's body and mind crave. It has her panting and heaving for air, writhing underneath you in no time. Not able to stop the feelings she feels building up in her body, she tries to push her lover´s head away, but her weakened arms cannot stop the force of your touch.

Assured by her actions, you suck on the queen's pearl even harder. The feelings of another oncoming release begin to wash over her again, she is taken back to that moment when her body was pushed over the edge. Her nails raking over your back to leave red markings along it. Until they reach the back of your head.

You willingly let Alicent pull your head closer between her legs and think, that if you were to die then and there, tasting your lover's nectar on your tongue, it would be the happiest death. Nevertheless you live and Alicent reaches her second peak. Alicent gasps for air as her entire body is consumed with pleasure. She is convinced that her heart will give out any second now from how hard it beats. She is in the seven heavens. Would be screaming out her feelings, if it wouldn´t be for your hand covering her mouth. You are eager to please the queen, but you are not eager to face the king´s wrath for doing so. Your tongue guides her through her climax. Making sure not to waste a drop of the sweet nectar from between her legs. While under your hand a muffled whine of your name signals her overstimulation. Then you kiss your way up again. Over Alicent's stomach and chest up to her lips.

"You taste so sweet. Truly divine.” You murmur as you give her a taste of herself.

Shifting your weight once more, you lay next to Alicent. The pinky finger of one of your hands entangled with one of hers as your other hand runs lightly over Alicent's bare arm.

“How do you feel?” Alicent feels her heart flutter, as the simple touch and question. She looks towards her lover, her eyes fixed with adoration. Her cheeks become flushed once more as she takes in her love, not only for you but for the way you makes her feel. Safe, loved, content.

“I do not know how you manage to make me feel this way.” Alicent says as she caresses your cheek.

“I am merely a fool in love, lucky enough to share the bed of the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros.” You say as you savor every moment of the sweet touch. Butterflies raging in both of your stomachs.

Alicent cannot take her eyes away from you. The love she bears for her lover, the way all her thoughts and emotions are consumed by the desire for your touch and love makes her smile.

“Come here.” Her voice remains calm, though it trembles slightly due to her lasting breathlessness. “Kiss me again.”

“Anything the queen commands.” You tease her with a wide smirk. Letting her pull you closer, before laying her lips on Alicent's in a slow, most tender kiss. You wrap your arms around the queen. Tracing the length of her spine with the most reverend touches.

Even the softest movement of your fingers send a wave of pleasure down her spine. She cannot hold back any longer. Alicent's body is overcome with a feeling she can barely describe.

“Love me.” Her voice trembles with excitement, though she cannot say much more. All she wants is you.

“You will never go unloved for another day as long as I live. I promise. In the smallest gazes and touches or in the biggest gestures we can allow. I will always love you.” You promise her and the look in your eyes tells Alicent that you mean every single word of it.

[tangerinesgirl]

The Hourglass

AFAB!Reader x Marquis Vincent de Gramont

Word Count: 1k

Rating: explicit, 18+, no minors

Warnings: smut, choking, slapping, denied orgasm, derogatory language, Marquis is an asshole, Dom!Marquis, Reader uses sex as a weapon, French swears

Summary: Reader is a manager of a hotel being deconsecrated. Think that scene in John Wick 4 in the Marquis' office but the hourglass is timing you having sex as well. Not a happy ending (well, for you anyways) and quite a dark fic. A few French swear words but I'm not a French speaker so I apologize profusely if they are wrong/the context is wrong. Please do message me. My first piece on Tumblr, so be kind! I have written on AO3 before though!

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Four guards escort you to the office of the Marquis de Gramont. You've heard rumours about the High Table but you've never had the honour of meeting any of them until today. They certainly made an impression on your hotel, threatening you with deconsecration with no solid proof that you've done anything wrong. This is why you're here. Since your grudge is with the Marquis and the Marquis alone, you left your concierge at the hotel, being useful and evacuating all the guests.

You brush yourself down out of nervousness, you have to admit you look good, I mean you do want to make a good impression afterall.

"Come", the voice says from inside the room. The guards open the massive double doors but don't follow you inside. The Marquis already has a handful of bodyguards inside.

Your heels clatter on the concrete floors, reverberating in the massive yet empty room, giving you a sense of power and femininity, a nice ego boost. The Marquis is staring out the window, wearing a very flattering grey three-piece suit. On closer inspection there are also small flecks of glitter. They catch the late night sun every time he moves. You thought you looked good but, damn. There's an hour glass matching the one at your hotel that the High Table so generously gave you, the blood red sands threatening to run out.

"Do you believe in rules, Miss Manager?", the Marquis has a very thick Parisian accent, you wish there were subtitles for this conversation.

"I do."

"And consequences?", the Marquis dramatically pours himself a cup of tea. He stirs in two spoons of sugar and licks the spoon, making direct eye contact.

"Indeed."

"So you don't deny you've been harbouring a fugitive?" It all makes sense now, you have no idea how he knows about John Wick staying at your hotel. There's bloody eyes everywhere. You can't deny helping Wick. You also can't seem to deny how attractive the Marquis looks right now. Or are you just attracted to his power? Or is it the suit? Maybe all three?

"Marquis, as much as I believe in rules, I al believe in second chances... and making amends", you step slightly closer and pick up the spoon on his desk, licking it in the same way he did moments earlier. His guards reacted immediately when you moved, unholstering their guns to point at you in seconds. The Marquis gestures for them to lower their guns, watching you the entire time, never breaking eye contact. He looks you up and down, your back arched and displaying your chest as you put on a little show, pulling it out with a soft but satisfying pop.

"Leave us", the Marquis orders the guards. They do as they are told. You were searched on the way in so they know you were unarmed. They probably also know of your ulterior motives and what's about to transpire, probably why they moved out so quickly. The doors clatter closed.

The Marquis taps the glass on the hourglass, the clink echoing around the room. "A lot of things you can do in an hour", states the Marquis.

"Come on now, give yourself a bit more credit", you lean over his desk to straighten his tie. He grabs your hand just before you do, "Don't think this will save your pretty little ass".

"You think I have a pretty ass?" is your take away. He throws you down on the desk, the cup of tea clattering to the floor. "Turn around". You do as you're told. He hikes up your dress and plays with you through your underwear. You let out a small moan. He stops briefly and you look back and see him unbuckling his belt. "I said turn around", he takes off the belt and wraps it around your neck. His other hand moves your pants to one side and he sheaths himself inside you in one fast motion, winding you. He's incredibly large, almost to the point where it hurts. You let out a gasp as he slams himself into you. He forces you down on the desk, arching your back for him. He grabs both of your wrists to keep them in place behind your back, still holding on to the belt. He slowly tugs on it as he thrusts himself into you. Over. And. Over.

"Such a slut, do you always offer yourself as forgiveness when you break the rules?", he babbles.

"Only for you, Marquis."

He swears under his breath, "fuck, I like it when you say my name... Do it again". He tugs on the belt again, the loss of oxygen turning you on even more.

"Marquis"

"Louder. I want all of the High Table to know how much of a whore you are", he removes the belt from your neck, and slaps it across your ass. You inhale sharply, shocked, "Marquis!" He does it again before suddenly turning you over to thrust into you again.

He grabs the end of the table for leverage, his other hand holding you down by the chest, playing with your breasts through your clothes. He feels even deeper from this angle, "I'm close, Marquis". Your orgasm is nearing, but just before you can come, he removes himself. You look at him, confused, as he strokes himself so he can finish. He lets out small moans and the occasional "putain" as he edges closer...closer... Then, he audibly cums, on your face, and on your dress. You're pissed, first you're denied of your orgasm and now your favourite dress is ruined.

He opens his eyes and tucks himself back in, grabbing and tying his belt, "Clean yourself up, fils de pute". You glance over at the hour glass, it's just about to run out. The Marquis catches your gaze and tuts. "Did you really think this would save your pathetic hotel?" The sands run out and there's an explosion in the distance. The Marquis grabs you by the neck and presses you against the window to watch. He grabs your hair so he can whisper in your ear, "these are your consequences".

[cambion-companion]

I think 5 and 26 will go well in one shot tho? Aemond being possessive is just chef's kiss. Surely, a dragon does not like sharing what it owns 🧜🏻‍♀️ You're doing a great work keeping the fanfic lit in this tag tho~ xoxo <3

Oooh this is a great combo for the kissing prompts! Love me some jealous/possessive Aemond. Here have a drabble!

5. Angry kiss 

26. Jealous kiss

Aemond x reader | established friendship/cordial relationship

“You look enchanting tonight, Lady Y/N.”

“Thank you, my lord.”  You beamed up at the smiling Lannister, his golden curls brushing his broad shoulders, green eyes glinting in the torchlight.  “You are quite handsome yourself.”  You graced him with a coy quirk of your lips, noting how his gaze roved your curves appreciatively.  

“May I have this dance?”

“Of course!”

He swept you into his arms, massaging the flesh of your waist lightly as you began to twirl together upon the dark marble floor.  He smelled of spices and wine, an intoxicating scent that had you leaning closer, much to his evident pleasure.  “You are divine, Y/N.”

“You flatter me, Lancel.”

“I speak only the truth, as always.”

You laughed at that, your head tilting back with mirth, giving him a generous view of the swell of your bosom.  The lilting music drew to a close, yet Lancel continued to hold you close, looking down at your face with hooded eyes.  

“Excuse me a moment, my lord.”  You extricated yourself from his grasp, the intensity of his lustful gaze causing your chest to constrict with discomfort.

He allowed you to leave, watching as you disappeared amongst the other dancers. You gathered your skirts, striding on light feet towards the empty corridor outside the ballroom, seeking cooler air to set your mind right.  

You placed a hand against the cold stone of the wall, bracing yourself as you caught your breath.  To be looked upon with such evident desire had rattled you, yet also sent a pleasant warmth to your belly.

You turned, gasping in surprise, your hand flying to your throat as you jumped back. “Aemond, what are you doing just standing there?”

His expression was hard, his one violet eye surveying you imperiously. “Enjoying yourself?”

“I…excuse me?”

“I saw how that Lannister pup was looking at you.”  He took an even measured step towards you.  “As though he wished to tear off your clothes and take you right there on the floor.”

You backed up instinctively, your back pressing flush against the wall.  Aemond moved swift as a striking snake, caging you in with his arms as he bent into your space, his nose brushing against yours.

“Aemond, what has gotten into you?”  You sniffed, smelling no trace of alcohol upon his breath or clothing.

“Will he visit you in your chambers tonight?  Finish what he started?”

“How dare you!”  You raised a hand, smacking him soundly across the cheek.

Aemond barely flinched, his lips parting, eye dilating as he surveyed your angry expression.  Faster than you could blink, his hot mouth was pressing heavy upon your own, the intensity of his anger evident in the way he moved against you.  You let out an involuntary moan, tangling your fingers in his thick hair as his hands wandered your bodice.  

You followed his mouth needily as he broke the kiss, your eyes half closed, seeking the tantalizing feel of his plush lips on your skin.  

“You will refuse his company from here on out.”  Aemond pulled back further, avoiding your attempts to kiss him again. “If I see him touch you again, it will be I who takes you in the midst of everyone.”

“You could at least ask me to dance, you ass.”  You muttered as he strode away from you, the absence of his body against yours leaving you feeling cold and empty.  

You could’ve sworn you heard a low chuckle in response to your words.

[acey-wacey]

Idiot Love

Pairing - Floyd Leech x Reader

Synopsis - When a creepy student won't take no for an answer, you have to turn to the least expected person for protection.

Genre - enemies to lovers, fake dating (kinda?)

Notes - Me: *ignoring all the requests in my inbox* Anyway, more enemies to lovers.

It is implied that the reader is shorter than Floyd because I'm gonna guess not too many of you out there are taller than 6 foot freaking 2

"Whatcha looking at?"

Ace's question interrupted your train of thought while you were glaring at Floyd Leech from across the cafeteria. You didn't bother looking away when you responded.

"Just some insufferable brat," you answered nonchalantly, stabbing a lettuce leaf from your salad with unprecedented aggression. "Nothing to worry about."

Ace strained his neck to follow your gaze. When Ace saw that Floyd was looking back at you with an unnerving sharp-toothed grin, he chuckled and took a bite of his sandwich. You broke your tense eye contact with Floyd to look at Ace with an inquisitive eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?” you questioned, not seeing what part of what you just said warranted Ace’s laugh. He waved you off with a smile on his face.

“I just don’t understand you,” Ace bit his lip to stop himself from laughing too much. You hunched over in a pout, crossing your arms in a cartoonishly angry way. “Why do you even hate him so much?” 

“You’re kidding me, right?” you stared at Ace incredulously, eliciting a shrug from him. "What isn't to hate about him?"

Ace groaned as you took a deep breath to list everything you hated about his basketball teammate.

"He's cocky, he's annoying, he's just generally unnerving, he gets bored too quickly, he calls me Shrimpy and on that subject," you took another deep breath and Ace banged his head on the table. "He's way too tall! He's 6'2"! I can't deal with that. Also he has no concept of personal space or word filtering, he gives everyone a nickname, he's really playful all the time and he makes me laugh and..."

"Are you insulting him anymore?" Ace teased, causing you to roll your eyes. "If I were him, I'd take that as a compliment."

"So would I."

You jumped at the sudden voice coming from the looming figure above you. You tilted your head up and scowled at the teal-haired boy you had just been talking about.

"What do you want?" Your tone darkened as you addressed Floyd. He just smirked and turned around so his head was right side up to you.

"I make you laugh, shrimpy?" he clutched his chest in mock of flattery. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at his behavior, your cheeks growing warm as you wished you hadn't said anything in the first place. "I'm touched, really."

"Go ahead and flatter yourself," you dismissed him, trying to ignore the growing anger inside of you. At least, it seemed like anger, it must have been. "I'm just amused by your idiocy."

"You can try to sound fancy but your words mean nothing to me."

"Makes sense. Most words don't get past your thick skull."

"Better a thick head than an empty one."

By the time you were fuming with rage, Ace pulled your arm back.

"Aaaaand I think that's enough excitement for today," Ace tugged on your arms, trying to break your eye contact with Floyd. You were so caught up in the argument that you hadn't noticed the usual cafeteria chatter dying down and focusing on you. "Everybody can hear you and I think one of the ghosts is coming over here to yell at us so how about we just part our ways, yeah?"

Before you could respond, he dragged you out of the cafeteria and into the empty hallway.

"What was up with that?" Ace whisper-yelled at you. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, feeling like you had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. "You don't usually get that heated!"

"I don't know, I'm sorry!" you took a deep breath and ran a hand through your hair. "I guess I just got a little carried away, you know? I can't control how I feel about that annoying eel."

Ace eyed you suspiciously, rolling his eyes at your statement.

"Yeah, I bet you can't."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, go to class."

---------------

"Hey, you're really hot. Could I get your number?"

You raised an eyebrow as you looked up from your book. You had been reading on a bench in the courtyard when some random student came up and started flirting with you.

"Sorry, I'm just not really in the habit of giving strangers my number," you smiled sympathetically, trying not to hurt the boys feelings as you looked back to your book. He smirked at you and pulled the book away from you, effectively ruining the slim chance he had with you.

"Come on, babe! Give me a chance," he went on, closing your book without the bookmark in. You clenched your teeth so hard you thought you might chip them. "I'm a really great guy once you get to know me."

"I'm sure," you sneered, plastering a fake smile into your face. "I'm just not super interested in you."

"You're making this real difficult for me, aren't you?"

"You're not taking no for an answer. Let me say it again for good measure. No."

"You don't have to play hard to get, sweetheart," the boy sat next to you and put his hand on your shoulder, making you shrug away and stand up. "Just go out with me, it's not that hard."

"I already told you I don't want to," you said through gritted teeth, backing away as the boy slowly stalked towards you. "I, uh, I already have a boyfriend."

"You don't have to lie, babe," his expression became darker as he stepped towards you. You walked backwards, praying he wouldn't try anything, when your back bumped into somebody. A chill creeped down your spine as you turned around.

Of course it was none other than the very boy you disliked so much: Floyd Leech. Fear overtook you as you realized you were quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"What's all this about?" Floyd cocked his head to the side, looking the creepy student up and down with disdain. The boy's eyes widened as he took as step back from Floyd's looming figure. It was then that you realized you could use this to your advantage, as much as you would hate it. You grabbed Floyd's hand and leaned your head on his arm.

"Babe, this guy won't leave me alone," you shot Floyd a pleading look when he looked at you, evidently confused. After a 2-second non-verbal conversation, he agreed to go along with whatever was happening. It was quite entertaining after all. You turned back to the boy who was all but cowering. "I said I already have a boyfriend."

The creepy boy scoffed, trying to hide how obviously frightened he was of Floyd.

"Well, then I hope he knows his partner is a slut," the boy spat, causing you to roll your eyes. He wasn't the first person who got worked up because you rejected them but it still hurt. You didn't even notice that Floyd's expression getting angrier with every word the boy said. "They were totally leading me on. I wouldn't have done anything if they weren't flirting first."

"I'm gonna stop you right there, minnow," Floyd glared at him, surprising you by wrapping a protective arm around you. "You don't talk to my partner like that ever again, or I'll squeeze you, got it?"

The boy nodded, paralyzed by the manic glare Floyd had fixed on him.

"Now go away," Floyd waved sarcastically at the boy, leaning his chin on the top of your head. You could feel yourself become flustered by how easily Floyd had adapted to your "dating". He nuzzled his head into your hair and pouted as the boy all but ran out of the courtyard, tossing your book on the ground behind him.

You breathed a sigh of relief before groaning and going to collect your book. You hadn't noticed how warm and comfortable Floyd's embrace was until you had already gone. You dusted off the cover of the book and turned around to look at Floyd.

"So what do I owe you now," you sighed. If you knew anything about Octavinelle dorm, it was that no favor came without a price. You learned this by heart when Jade helped you carry your grocery bags to Ramshackle dorm and then informed you that his services cost 200 marks. "Performances like that don't come for free."

Floyd looked at the ground, bouncing his feet up and down. You rolled your eyes and walked up to him, staring him down.

"Spit it out, Leech," you accused, just wanting to get that interaction over with so you can go your separate loathsome ways.

"Does that happen a lot?" Floyd asked with an uncharacteristic gentleness. You were completely taken aback. You had been expecting some sort of insult or snide remark as usual but he was starting to seem almost nice. "Like people bugging you about going out with them."

"Well, yeah," you said matter-of-factly. Floyd seemed confused by your nonchalant answer. "It's a regular occurrence but I can handle it by myself so you won't get to bleed me dry on this."

"I don't want you to have to handle it yourself," he asserted, looking you directly in the eyes.

"What do you mean?" you asked gingerly, a little bit afraid of what the eel's intentions were.

"That guy, he just... made me really angry. I don't want you to deal with people like that anymore."

"It's not like I have a choice! He approached me, it's not my fault."

"I just don't want anyone to make you uncomfortable like he did!"

"Like I said, I can deal with it myself!"

Floyd groaned in annoyance and leaned against the wall.

"I don't think I can do this anymore."

"Do what?"

"I can't pretend that I hate you!" he yelled and covered his eyes with his arm. It took you a few moments to process the confession. "I've tried to write you off as just another boring shrimp but you keep surprising me and I can't keep telling myself that I'm gonna get over you."

"What," you stuttered, trying to make sense of what Floyd was saying. He shifted to look you directly in the eyes with a soft look that was foreign to you. "What do you mean pretending?"

"You know how I've been bugging you since freshman year?"

"How could I forget?"

"The longest I've ever been able to focus on something is when I picked up guitar for 3 weeks when I was 12 then dropped it because I got bored. So far, you've been the only exception."

You stared back at Floyd with a confused expression. You searched his heterochromic eyes for any glint of joking but all you found was pure, stupid sincerity.

"So you... think I'm interesting, is that it?" you inquired, not wanting to break the fragile atmosphere that had crept up on you.

"I don't think I could get bored of you if I tried," Floyd chuckled out of anxiety. You were still processing his sudden change in demeanor. Though you had gotten used to his bipolarity, you had never seen him be nice to you. "I like you. Far more than I'd care to admit."

You were too stunned to speak. You just stared, your brain replaying every moment when you had been caught staring at Floyd during class, when you laughed at one of his jokes, when you spent hours thinking about how he probably gives really good hugs.

Floyd suddenly felt rather exposed under your scrutinizing gaze. It was rather a funny sight to see Night Raven's resident tall and intimidating delinquent squirm like a little kid.

"You don't have to say anything," Floyd found sudden interest in his shoes, trying to focus on anything but the look on your face. "I know you hate me and nothing I say can change that."

"Are you an idiot?" you blurted, catching Floyd off guard. He fixed his eyes on the ground with a disappointed pout, steeling himself for the sting of your rejection. "You're telling me you've liked me this entire time and we've both just been pretending to fight?"

Floyd looked up with shocked eyes.

"What do you mean pretending?"

You laughed and turned away from Floyd, leaning your head on a marble column to hide your smiling face. Floyd pouted and inserted his head between you and the column, forcing you to look at him. You giggled again and kissed his forehead.

Before he could react, you leaned your head on his chest instead of the column.

"I thought I was the only stupid one but I guess we're both idiots in idiot love," you laughed, muffled by Floyd's shirt. He took a moment to process everything that was happening before shrugging and wrapping his arms around you.

"Idiots in idiot love," Floyd mused, leaning his forehead against yours. You giggled as you felt his breath tickling your eyelashes. "I like the sound of that."

That was the last thing you heard before he lifted you by the waist and kissed you hard on the lips.

[tiredassmage]

touching foreheads and/or feeling their pulse from the touch prompts 👀

Okay, I promised you soft, and I also said I should do more about Tyr's relationship with Shara, sO! Today I bring you one of their rare soft moments. <3 Set somewhere in the interlude between Chapter One and before his deployment for the events of Chapter Two. <3

(also updated post editor in asks, my beloathed, tbh, I still can't figure out how I like to format stuff in these)

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“I wish you could have been there,” Nine murmured against her skin. Her fingers glided easily up from his shoulders to the sides of his neck as he pressed kisses into the crook of hers slowly, finishing each before moving on to the next inch of skin. He sighed as her fingertips press a bit firmer into his skin, releasing some of the tension Ciphers were so prone to carry with them. Nine’s was often in his shoulders and in the hard set of his jaw as he focused during important briefs.

That much they shared. She appreciated it. Of course, she had swatted away his mild advances at first on principle - these partnerships really never lasted, but he hadn’t missed a stride on their objectives. Sure, he thought she was beautiful, but Dromund Kaas was filled with beautiful women and Ciphers weren’t exactly known for checking their wandering eyes.

But… Nine did what was necessary, what his judgement drove him to. Shara leaned her head against his, eyes half-lidded in the darkness of her apartment with rain against the windows as she carded her fingers lightly into his short crop of dirty blond hair.

Nine, she had found, hadn’t been like most of her other agents. He was still alive, for one. And… this was… nice. Real, even, though neither of them dared to test it by giving it form in words.

He had stilled with her tucked into his arms, flush against his chest and one hand buried comfortably in her hair, a thumb caressing the shell of her ear.

For just a few moments like this, even Shara Jenn could forget their lives belonged to the Empire before all else.

“The mountains really are endless… The skies were so clear, so… blue…”

A faint smile slipped across her lips as she closed her eyes. Alderaan sounded like an amazing planet when they ignored their operations there and the civil war. Within these walls, in this bed barely large enough for the pair of them, she could allow them that much. She could allow him that much.

She shifted and idly brushed a hand along his jaw, her fingers catching faintly in that carefully done close shave that feathered his lower jaw. It was a good look on him. His pale gray eyes almost seemed to catch what little low light penetrated the room from the cloud-covered sky outside.

She was relieved recent… events… had not changed them. Him. Not that she could notice. And not that she would ever tell. The Minister had made her promise - just another Intelligence secret, as was their jobs.

Nine smiled back at her, reaching up to tuck her bangs back out of her face. “‘Course.., most of it isn’t half as lovely as you…”

Shara snorted and a smile cracked across her lips. He had a funny way of bringing that undignified noise out of her. “Now you’re just flattering me, Cipher. It still won’t buy you any favors.”

He chuckled softly - a sound low, warm, and rumbling. Something genuine. A facet of her Cipher Nine that, generally, only she got to see. “Wouldn’t dream of it.., Keeper.”

“Good to see you haven’t lost your manners out there,” she teased lightly. She leaned up, braced against his chest, and stole another slow, soft kiss to linger in, to feel his arms wrap around her waist to hold her. He trailed from her lips to explore along her jaw, once again taking every inch as if it was their first time.

It assured her she was just as certain to trust him in his field work as she was to let him into her home - or what passed for it, anyway. Headquarters more accurately bore that name, but even she, the Minister had insisted several times in her career, needed a place to even briefly ‘escape’ the work. As if they ever could.

They closed their eyes as she rested her forehead against his, listening to the gentle flow of his breathing and falling into the soft, rhythmic draw of his hands across her back. “You fly out early tomorrow,” she reminded him.

“Mmm,” Nine acknowledged. “I’m sure I can still spend the night, just leave early… Will I wake you..?”

“Doubtful,” she lied. The faint puff of an amused breath told her he knew. A smile curled across her lips as she opened her eyes, meeting his expectant gaze that reaffirmed exactly that. “Besides, I can think of worse things than watching you leave.”

“Now who’s charming?” he purred before he pulled her down into another kiss.

[danpuff-ao3]

💥✨

Hello hello! Thanks for the asks! 😄

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

SEVERUS SNAPE DID NOT DIE, HE DIDN'T, IT'S NOT ALLOWED.

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

Omg how am I meant to choose????? 🥺 I am so blessed to have such kindness directed my way and it all means so much to me! But let's see if I can pick out a few....

For Sunkissed:

Actually your comment on this one got me! 😂 As proof that my Snarry agenda is working!

OMG ARE YOU CONVERTING ME TO SNARRY??? Oh. Shit. Plums and Cocks, serious CMBYN vibes. Melting puddle over here. This was seriously one of the most delicious things I’ve ever read, I loved the melancholy, forbidden indulgence of it. You captured Severus in all his spiteful longing perfectly. Amazing writing, too. Thanks so much for sharing! <3

Truly, I am overjoyed 🤩

And some gems from triplevexed's comments:

this is BEAUTIFUL! your writing is so buttery (flows so so well) and gorgeously prosed. your severus in every iteration lives in my head rent free (the yellow door??? legendary.)

and

BUTTERYYYYYY. and like. luxurious like les pres sales. you have one of the most captivating proses i’ve ever encountered. it’s genuinely hypnotizing. you’ve made me have an even greater affinity for severus 🥺 and the way you handle complex matters with such nuance and beauty in works—-gahhhhh i could go on and on

Beyond flattered. I'm blushing just to copy/paste it here! 🤭

For A Matter of Time, from eldritcher (which....what do you do when one of your writing crushes loves on your work??)

The kaleidoscopic colours as Harry's nearest and dearest worry, and the sharp black-grey of his turmoil, and the crimson of how he was held in love and passion by a man who thought he'd all the time in the world: you've assembled your collage magnificently.

For Teardrop In Your Palm, also from eldritcher!

Oh, how utterly bewitching and unconscionable! You haven't spared a jot of wrongness in crafting this sublime confection of guilt and desire and folly. Your Scorpius is a revelation, what with his chaotic heart and mild pinpricks of morality.

For Contempt:

From BlueSundayCake:

this fic broke my heart in the best kind of way. It is absolutely devastating. I absolutely love your writing style, and I don't know that this story could have been told any other way. I'm still reeling from it and I want to sob and scream and scream again.

From Necromanticnoir:

Gaaaaaaaaaahhhh this is just the absolute essence of SNARRY *perfection* to me!!! 

That one goes in with it's loveliness, but the start sums it up nicely and had me a puddle of blushing happy Danni.

From janezy:

This is haunting and devastating and terrible and fantastic all at once. 

EXACTLY WHAT I WAS GOING FOR!!

From Ms_SackvilleWest

This was one of the best stories I've read in years. Sometimes when I leave a comment on a work, I find myself littering it with adjectives and praise, but really, there are no words here. Still: your writing is so precise, so clear, so rich with meaning, so much like a dagger straight to the heart. I read this in one go, slowly savouring it, and I am left with a hole in my chest and a heart that clenches painfully. Thank you for a fantastic experience.

From inarticulateimbecile:

God, this is just peak Snarry.  I love the turmoil, the uncertainty, the futile smothering of Harry's yearning as he tries to cram himself into that perfect mold of what his future "should" be. The way you wrote those unwanted desires just slipping through the cracks in an almost stream-of-consciousness way is just... so on the nail. It really hits.

From Isabella_Diaz:

This is perfect, genuinely perfect, I can't even comprehend how something so beautiful, something so intense, something so painful that eats me inside could be so perfect. I have read many of your works, but I am not used to commenting in general, but I could not pass this work without writing anything, without explaining to you how you made me feel. I don't know how you manage so that in only 20k words you could represent so faithfully and with such precision how I see the snarry.

Another that goes on in its loveliness and truly makes me cry every time. So so touching for me, regarding the story so dear to my heart.

And sweet Cindle's comment!!!!

My GODDDDDDD!!!! Danni!!!!!!! This was SOOOOOO GOOD!!! It was breathtaking! And stunning! And i audibly gasped at the end, it ended in such a beautiful place! This is everything I’ve ever wanted from an infidelity fic. Your use of language- all the repeated phrases and the recurring imagery and motifs - were so poetically done, and I’ll be definitely rereading this- there were so many layers to your word choice and how you structured sentences, that I’ll definitely want to examine all these stylistic choices and see what i can learn from it to improve my own writing. It’s probably been like 15 or so years since i last read snarry, and I’m so so glad i picked up yours to read to break the spell. I kept seeing your meta about this fic on your tumblr, and of course Viran’s podfic, so i had to give this a try, and it! DID! NOT! DISAPPOINT!! This was so gorgeous, and i loved the Harry POV here with his big Harry heart even as he’s saying ‘i hate you’ to snape, this was such a rich and deep emotional journey, thank you for sharing this lovely work of art!! 💖

Again....I cry 🥺

And the ever lovely Krissy/sugareey:

I'm always so impressed with how smooth and flowy your stories are, Danni! The way Harry and Severus are...actions speak louder than words, and the amount of emotions that are churning in each of them is so apparent and yasssss. This is the dynamic I love about Snarry, because it's raw, complicated, and full of grey. What they have is ambiguous and it just works. That's the besst way I can say it.

Aaaand I cry again 😭

This is already too long but oh well I can't do Contempt and not Devotion.

So...for Devotion:

From lone_amaryllis:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH *be normal about this, be normal* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH (Sorry, I can't be normal, I tried)

Gave me a giggle and so much delight!

Also r0segard3n (who also gave such sweet love to Contempt!):

I knew you were writing severus' pov but i didnt expect it so soon I reread 'the fic' so so frequently that i know some lines by heart and im pretty sure i could recognize your writing anywhere

and

Im so hyperfixated on the original part of this fic and i know its weird but i can for sure say its my favourite piece of literature ever idk

Um, excuse me while I IMPLODE FROM SHEER JOY.

Also some truly touching words from more writer crushes and dear friends 😭

From perverse_idyll:

Okay, this will be short. It's three o'clock in the morning, I have to get up in four and a half hours for work, and I just finished reading Devotion. *deep breath* Jesus Christ. Just - words fail me. This is so brilliant. This is searing, and gorgeous, and addictive, and beautifully, intimately crafted. Not just surfaces, but crevices and hollows and heart's blood. Shame and filth and adoration and beauty. There is no stone of Severus left unturned. This story is an absolute stunner, and please forgive me, but I think I love it even more than its predecessor. Somehow the stakes feel higher, the cuts deeper, the emotions so complex and disturbing, so scorching and close to the edge of madness and self-destruction. And the language just pulls it out of me, the reader, and Severus, the character; language that's shimmering and vivid and intensely, perfectly vulgar. You have outdone yourself. This has just become one of my favorite Snarry fics of all time. It has breathed life back into the pairing and salvaged that terrible, damaged, fucked-up, irresistible spark of utter longing and sacrifice and mutual obsession that I crave more than anything from this ship. It's like a fever dream, and by the end there's no magical resolution and no one is absolved, but the emotional truth is out in the open now, and for a moment it feels less brutal and somehow more promising. They're surrounded on all sides by pain - pain inflicted, courted, invited, pain pending and hanging over them - but what's between them blazes with a private, sustaining knowledge. In each other's arms, they've finally learned to belong. The story earns and incarnates its title. It's the right place to end, with Harry and Severus embracing each other on the edge of a cliff, not knowing if they'll fall, not knowing what will happen to them, and still holding tighter. I hope to come back sometime in the next couple of days to be more coherent in my comments, but after being utterly submerged in this fic, I had to burst out with the first shock of excitement. Bravo. BRAVO. This is an absolutely riveting and heart-wringing piece of characterization, of visceral sexual connection, of love fighting for its life in the face of self-hatred. I really, really have to go to sleep now, but I can't wait until I have the chance to read this again. ❤️❤️❤️

Had to copy/paste that one in full cuz I'm still dying over it a bit.

And from the wonderful Writcraft:

Wow. This is an absolute triumph. I absolutely loved this raw insight into Severus, what he feels and experiences through the complexities of his interactions with Harry. The slow, steady burn and build of this story feels so authentic and in keeping with Severus as a character and you have captured his inner thoughts so precisely, with such care and attention to every detail. You can tell how much time has been spent on this universe and how you have such a clear understanding of where your characters are with their emotional turmoil, missteps and tentative moves forward and you accomplish the not easy feat of making this story read brilliantly as a standalone for those unfamiliar with Contempt and also give readers of Contempt something very different, whilst still keeping the threads of the universe clear and intact. Your writing is lush and poetic and I absolutely sank into this story and didn't want to come up for air. Wonderfully done. Bravo! <3

Okay so that was more than 2 or 3 🙈 Oops. What was I supposed to do???? I was too happy and excited and rereading all these comments filled me with such tremendous joy. Those from friends, from those I admire, and from lovely strangers. All of these stories are so special to me, especially Contempt and Devotion, so...it's just incredibly meaningful and truly, I cannot express enough how amazed I am and appreciative I am of people's generosity and kindness in taking the time to leave such sweet love. 🥰

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

(You know...if you dare give me an opportunity to blather at you 🤣)

[yezielmoore]

20. Anon

Regular Athene here I'll be back with Eureka AU soon don't you worry. Set a while after the last fight with Lahabrea and Igeyorhm. Here, thanks to planning, circumstance and luck, Lahabrea shed the last of his tempering and escaped death. He also got scrambled to hell and back because, despite the success, it was messy and definitely not the way you want to untemper anyone who isn’t an immortal (and not even them). So that’s where @starofthemourning Harmony (aka: Lahabrea) comes in. Also the sender of those letter, lol.

.-,-.

Athene reread the letter, cheeks heating up as her eyes trailed the message. Who would- Why would anyone write an anonymous letter to her…? 

She snorted at herself. Okay, she knew many reasons why somebody would write anonymous letters to her. She shuddered internally at the memory of some of the letters she received before she set up a screening system with Tataru and why most often the only sure way to find her was through the moogles, who were by turns hard to find and capricious to boot. 

So, while not exactly an outstanding feat, considering that post moogles were a frequent sight nowadays, a stranger getting ahold of one and convincing them to send her a letter remained something of a novelty. 

And like the first time she asked, they were reluctant to part with the sender’s name. 

“They wish to remain unnamed,” the young and spirited moogle squeaked, “but they are a good sort! Truly generous and kind!”

Translation: the person had kupo nuts and no compunction in parting with them to butter up the messengers. 

Athene sighed, truly fond of the little beings, even if they were almost mercenary when it came to their indulgences. 

“Very well.” She produced her own kupo nut from her bag and dangled it in front of the messenger. Hey, don’t look at her! With moogles, if it worked one way it was almost guaranteed to work the opposite way as long as no one got hurt (and sometimes even then). “But do keep an eye out for anything malicious, yes? We would both hate it if I had to stop using the post moogle service and find a different courier.”

“Of course!” The moogle drew himself up in offense. It would’ve been more credible if he wasn’t salivating a little. “Who do you take us for? We moogles would never endanger our clients!”

This time Athene snorted out loud and chuckled at the affronted look he gave her. 

“Of course, of course, my apologies,” she said between giggles. “Do accept this as a token of my gratitude and this,” she produced another nut, “as a show of my contrition.” 

“Apology accepted,” the little being said imperiously, but he could barely hide the shaking in his pom. 

From one blink to the next, the messenger was gone, post abandoned. Athene laughed to herself and shook her head fondly.

As she left The Pillars to look for Alphinaud, Athene took out the letter again, a strange feeling arising in her chest. It was flattering, she had to admit. Still a bit worrying, but… it was sweet too. She rubbed her thumb on the quality paper unconsciously. 

She should tell someone, she decided, just in case. Even so, Athene didn’t see the harm in the letters and little gifts, so she would let it be. Maybe she would find something nice to send back as thanks.

[slutty-sweater-vest]

Trying to explain to Adam that there’s a difference between “Regency gentleman who is absolutely Gender” and “Regency gentleman with long hair and a sword that hits all of my buttons”. 

I’ve been interrogating gender for probably ~2 years, and even though I’ve really only considered myself genderqueer for around then, people have been calling me “alpha male” (which was pretty affirming) since 2013, and I’ve had a lot of confusion about “Do I want to DO him or do I want to BE him” for almost as long as I can remember. And now I’m pretty good at recognizing, “This person straddles the line of androgyny that I like” and “This person is full-bodied masculine, and that is not Goals, but it is Very Attractive.” Like I know there’s no way my five-foot-three ass is ever going to come across as that smoldering, swaggering period war general, but some skinny twink that writes poetry and has Nice Calves, that’s attainable. And now all of my nonbinary friends’ early-2000s crushes on the bishounen characters make aaaaall the sense.

There’s some people that hit the sweet spot of just Really Attractive and Vaguely Androgynous, like Ben Willbond as Wise Elder Vex (Vex is GENDER) and Tom Hiddleston in half of his roles, and then there’s people that are just attractive with no gender goals for me at all, like Tom Burke, Adam Driver, and Oscar Isaac. I do not look at those men and go, “Oh, I wish I could be that;” my brain just does some sort of 90s dial-up noise whenever any characters swordfight or have bruise makeup. And with women, the women I find attractive are so Definitely Not Me (Usually tall, slim, flatter-chested, perky lips), so that’s EXTRA gender fun, because I don’t want to be them, either! 

And then there was the comic from the other day that used the pronouns she/sir, and I have never felt more appropriate pronouns in my LIFE that just clicked with my whole Gender Fun. I like to wear 1930s gowns and dark red lipstick, but I also like to wear breeches and waistcoats and just ... not be female every once in a while. I’ve never really cared for they/them used for me, even if it’s probably way more appropriate pronouns than she/her. But she/her has the comfort those shoes you’ve worn for years and PROBABLY need a replacement has. It feels right, even though I am Absolutely Not Cis. 

[starshipsofstarlord]

Modern Nat Struggling With Her Sexuality;

Summary: is what the title says, I wrote this when thinking about when I was younger how I had a really hard time accepting that I’m bi, and I still haven’t told any of my family coz they’re homophobic so I expressed myself through this. Thankyou sm for reading 💛

Fandom: Marvel (MCU/AU)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Warnings: mentions of homophobia, modern au, fluff, confusion over accepting sexuality, angst

Word Count: 934

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She knew she liked you, in the same way that she had liked men in the past, but she didn’t know how to feel in regards to it. Her parents were very opinionated when it came to all the sexualities that were now on the spectrum.

Natasha had always been an ally, it was hard for her to accept that she may have been more. Her tongue wetted her dry lips as she saw you walk towards her, she didn’t know what to say, nor to do as you went in to hug her. Eventually her arms wrapped around you also, she breathed in your vanilla perfume, finding herself to quite like it.

“So… have you thought about what I said?” Thought about it?! It was all that was on her mind! She was definitely flattered that someone as attractive as yourself found yourself wanting to move forwards with her, and she knew she shouldn’t have felt ashamed for wanting the same thing deep down, but she couldn’t help her overreactive emotions.

It had been built into her, bred even. And whilst she had shook the old fashioned alterations from her mind and became a part of the new world that the latest generation accepted and brought into light, she couldn’t admit that she was a part of the LGBT. It wasn’t due to anything of the such that her parents would assume, she was fearful of what they would think, not to mention that coming out would be a shocker to the many people that she knew.

“Yes, I did.” A gulp swallowed down her throat as she ogled helplessly at you, her hand brushing back some of her red hair out from her face. She was crazily nervous, she usually didn’t have a problem putting on a facade to hide her true emotions, but the last thing that she ever wanted to do to you was to lie. That was something that would be red in the ledger of the rest of her life. “I- um, I can’t y/n. I’m really sorry but-“

“It’s okay.” No it wasn’t, she could see how broken you were by her reaction, though rather than becoming mad by it you were accepting, which was one thing that her family was not, excluding her little sister Yelena. It made her heart swarm by the realisation that the last thing that you were wanting to do was to push anything with her, you respected her view point and hardship, and as quiet as it was, she came to the conclusion that it wasn’t what she wanted.

Natasha wanted you to shout at her, scream, something! She felt herself needing that shove of confrontation to unveil her true feelings, though prying was not one of your strong suits. “Is that all that you’re going to say?” She warily asked with her eyebrows drawn together. A huff of air fell from your lips as evidence of a breathy laugh and a pained smile was conjured upon your lips, the sight was on that Nat found to be of beauty, and she wished that there was a softer meaning behind its presence.

“What do you want me to say Nat?” Your voice was weak as you questioned her, and out of conflicted feelings she looked down at the ground, uncertain of how to word what she was thinking; her thoughts were haywire, it was as though she had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other, their constant battling tormented her to frail confusion, until she didn’t know exactly what she wanted. “I’ve said everything already. It’s okay as I said, we don’t have to happen.”

“But I want it to.” Her tone was quiet as she dared to glance into your gentle eyes. “I just don’t know- there’s too m- I do like you y/n.” It took her a few tries to admit but it was a relief to get the weight from pondering upon her chest. “It’s b- I can’t, I’m not sure how to do this.” She gestured between the two of you, licking her lips that seemed rather dry as she talked.

“That’s fine.” You stepped closer to her so that she could smell your perfume again, you pursed your lips as you looked at her before gripping her shaky hand. “We don’t have to rush anything, we can go at your pace. I’m more than okay with taking it slow because with you it would be more than worth it. Can I-“

Your question was abandoned before it was completed as Nat pulled you closer, nervously cupping your face before she daringly pecked your lips, pulling away after a short moment. “I liked that.” She admitted aloud, and that was only the start to her path of accepting who she was, and that to love a woman may have not been planned, but she definitely wasn’t opposed to the heartfelt ordeal.

“So did I.” You reciprocated her words, resting the bridge of your nose against her own. Her heart was thundering inside of her chest, you soothed her by stroking down her arms, entwining your fingers at the end of relaxing her jittery body. “But I like you so much more than that.” There was always a risk of being hurt no matter who you fell for, but you knew that to never be Natasha’s intention, she was new to this and there would no doubt be bumps in the road, though whatever mistakes she made whilst learning she would always pick you back up and vice versa on the journey.

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[jaskiersvalley]

Witchers didn't have daemons, that was a known fact. They were terrifying in their solitude, unfeeling and unaffected. Monsters made to fight monsters, they didn't need part of their soul for that. What the general public didn't know though was that the daemons weren't imprisoned somewhere, nor were they dead. The mages had figured out a way to separate daemon from child and force it into the most unnatural of shapes, another human. It meant two Witchers from a single child and the best part was, neither child nor daemon felt any connection to their counterpart once the process of the trials was complete.

In an effort to make sure full separation was certain and not even a sentimental link remained, daemons and children were separated and trained in different schools. Lambert had arrived at Kaer Morhen, still tripping over unfamiliar human feet and seething at being separated from his human. Over the years he tried to remember his human but, like all Witchers, they were given new names when they got their medallions and Lambert didn't think Luca still went by that name, nor would he be the scrawny kid Lambert remembered him as.

Whenever Lambert met another Witcher, he couldn't help but wonder whether it was his Luca that he was meeting. Though he wanted to believe that there would be a spark some kind of recognition there. He had been a little relieved when he met Letho and there was nothing there between them.

Of course Geralt had to be the first one to find his daemon. The smug bastard had found a bard who told people his daemon was a flea which was just like him; unnoticeable until he causes a nuisance. Most pitied him but Geralt had seen through the charade. He watched the bard without a daemon, curiosity and caution allowed him to permit Jaskier to tag along. The story tumbled out eventually.

"My great grandparents bought me. I was some kind of freak novelty some merchants were selling."

That was all Geralt had needed to hear and he was all but dragging Jaskier back to Kaer Morhen in the winter. Nobody had expected Vesemir's face to close off completely.

"I remember you!" Jaskier said in way of greeting. "You were a dick."

"Julian." The reply was terse and tight.

Lambert got a front view seat to seeing Geralt's face flit through more emotions in one second than he usually did in a whole year. The embrace was tight, Geralt's nose buried in Jaskier's hair.

Jealousy trickled through Lambert's veins. For all he knew, his human was already a dead Witcher. There was no link between Witcher and daemon, the trials severed it all completely so when one died, the other didn't even notice, let alone die from it.

"Why isn't he a Witcher?" Eskel asked, eyes glued to the happy reunion.

"Kaer Morhen needed money. Your cohort, the daemons didn't become Witchers. We sold them to the highest bigger."

Lambert didn't expect Eskel to punch Vesemir across the jaw but he was sure as shit glad he saw it. It meant he didn't need to do it on behalf of Geralt and Eskel. For the first time though, Lambert had an optimistic thought.

"It might mean he's living a happy life somewhere. I mean, look at Jaskier. He's had it better than us."

That was a topic that came up repeatedly over the next few weeks. They dreamed up all sorts of fancy lives Eskel's daemon could have lived, the wonders he would have seen. Through it all, Lambert bitterly wished his daemon could have been anything but a Witcher. Alas, Vesemir rapidly disillusioned him from that idea.

"He's become a Witcher, probably dead by now. And if you met him, you'd probably wish he was."

"Is that so?" Lambert drawled, emptying his tankard with a disappointed sigh. He couldn't believe it was empty again.

"You suffered the same shit fate I did. Your human was trained by Cats. Guxart turned into an utter dick."

The words were muttered darkly and Lambert tried not to take it to heart how much hatred Vesemir oozed. It made him all that much more determined to not go the same way as the bitter old man. Instead, he turned to Geralt with a leer. "So, is it gay or is it masturbation to want to get off with your own daemon?"

To say the table erupted in uproar was an understatement. Geralt was scowling somewhat fierce, arms crossed over his chest in protest. It only egged Lambert on further.

"I think it's incest," he declared with a shit eating grin. "Technically it's part of your family because you have the same parents."

"It's masturbation at most." Geralt was growling and glowering. "Because the daemon was still part of you."

Through it all, Eskel stayed rather quiet. It was only when the other two looked to him for opinion that he leaned forward, propping himself up on the table with a serious crease to his brows.

"I think-" the words were low and measured, "-that as long as everyone involved consents, it's fucking hot is what it is."

"The only thing it is," Vesemir finally butted in, "is a disaster waiting to happen. You don't want to meet your counterparts. Trust me."

Except that only made Lambert all the more keen. He wanted to both prove Vesemir wrong and also have what Geralt and Jaskier seemed to be hurtling towards. So, come spring, he set out with the intent of fulfilling one contract only. It was one that he would pay himself for in emotional fulfilment. He was going to find every Cat he could until he found Luca.

He met Gaetan along his travels who laughed in his face and said he was much more into snakes than wolves. That was an encounter Lambert was more than eager to cut short because he did not want to think about how Letho and Gaetan were oddly complementary. It was also another jolt of bitter jealousy, another Witcher and daemon had been reunited while he was still out there looking for his own. Assuming Luca had survived.

Meeting Guxart was a bit of an accident and Lambert wished he'd not encountered the old Cat. He growled and hissed about his stupid daemon who would probably have turned into a useless pigeon if left alone. There was obviously no love lost between them and Lambert desperately hoped he wasn't going to have the same fate.

Third time lucky, as the saying went. Lambert had trailed the new Cat for a few days, learning his habits and watching him work. There was no ounce of recognition or familiarity. But then again, the last time Lambert saw Luca, they were being dragged away from each other, foreign hands on his rapidly shifting body so his eyes could barely adjust enough to see the screaming, tear filled face of his human. It was quite possibly the worst last image he could have had of Luca.

Satisfied that the Cat wasn't someone Lambert wouldn't want to associate with, he approached in the evening when the campfire was still bright but slowly settling.

"I was wondering when my shadow would make himself known," the Cat said easily enough, barely glancing up from where he was whittling something.

The last two times Lambert had tried to be careful with exploring the idea of the Cat Witcher being his human. He was tired and cut straight to the point.

"Luca?"

By the fire the man froze. It was only luck that meant Lambert could hear the shuddering exhales of someone trying to keep up the façade of calm and collected. Finally, the man set his carving aside and stood with an easy smile that felt like a thousand lies.

"I go by Aiden." It wasn't a reply and Lambert knew it.

"I don't remember my name," he admitted softly, desperately hoping he wasn't about to make an utter tit of himself. "People call me Lambert. But I'm looking for my Luca."

He didn't expect to suddenly have an armful of Witcher clinging to him like their very lives depended on it.

"It's really you!" Aiden sounded close to tears. "You never did have a single name, usually going by Idiot, Pain In The Butt, Menace and so many other equally flattering names."

"Guess that never changed," Lambert laughed wetly. He held Aiden close, wishing he could feel as he used to when they were connected. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

It was just that start of something Lambert never thought he'd have. Easy companionship, shared disdain for the whole Witcher thing, stories upon stories of contracts gone well, gone wrong, or just plain gone. By the time winter rolled round, Lambert was firmly of the opinion that he and Aiden would travel together, fuck the Path and all the teachings about it being lonely. If Geralt could have his bard then they sure as hell could have each other.

Getting to Kaer Morhen, Lambert gleefully had an arm slung around Aiden's shoulder, introducing him to the rest of his family. He especially delighted in the flaring of Vesemir's nostrils as he took in the situation.

"Cats and Wolves don't mix. You of all people should know that."

"And you should know it's my life's mission to prove you wrong, old man," Lambert shot back.

Perhaps the most curious part of the whole winter was that Geralt was already back with not one, but two guests. Jaskier was a known quantity and Lambert greeted him warmly. The other though was a near silent man who watched them through eyes that looked way too old for his body.

"This is Cahir," Geralt said when the man didn't even introduce himself. "We'd heard rumours of a Nilfgaardian without a daemon and went to investigate."

"Not a Nilfgaardian," Cahir grumbled with a half-hearted glare.

It took Lambert a moment to figure out just why Geralt would bring such a man back before his eyes widened in delighted realisation.

"You think that-"

"Mhm."

That was the extent of their conversation because Lambert was cackling in delight. He looked Cahir over with a newfound interest. Young, like Jaskier but so very different in behaviour. As much as they'd wondered about Eskel's daemon's fate, this wasn't one they'd predicted.

Three days later Eskel was leading Scorpion into Kaer Morhen's courtyard. Lambert and Aiden were all but bouncing with excitement, not wanting to miss the moment Eskel met his daemon. In their opinion Geralt was drawing things out and making it less fun by not having them all meet in the stables. Instead, Eskel was allowed to venture into the kitchen in the company of Lambert and Aiden who were vibrating in anticipation.

"Eskel," Geralt greeted him with a warm hug. Jaskier and Cahir were behind him, even Vesemir had ventured out to see what the outcome would be. "It's good to have you home. Allow me to introduce you to Cahir."

The two looked at each other with guarded gazes and Eskel gave a terse nod. It was as anticlimactic as fuck. No recognition, not interest, nothing. Just a slow once over which, if Lambert had thought about it, was pretty much a mirror image of each other, equally considering and closed off.

Despondent, he dragged Aiden off, helping lay the table for a shared meal. Vesemir was quick to follow, there was no way to tell whether he was disappointed or relieved by the lack of drama. Geralt and Jaskier wandered out, oddly deflated. Not two seconds later there was an almighty crash from the kitchen and they were all racing back. Only to turn right around and flee after a glimpse of Cahir pinning Eskel to a wall and kissing him like Eskel was the last gasp of air for a drowning man.

"So, are they?" Jaskier asked, glancing towards the kitchen. Something else crashed and thumped but it was best not to investigate.

After a moment it was Vesemir who tiredly said, "Does it matter? It doesn't seem like they much care."

All in all, Lambert didn't think he cared either. Cahir and Eskel seemed happy enough in their new acquaintanceship, trying to figure out their past could wait, if they even wanted to explore it. Though Lambert had a hard time imagining Cahir as a goat. Over the years he'd heard Eskel lament enough about how his daemon preferred to take the form of a goat.

Regret came the next morning at breakfast when Eskel and Cahir appeared at the table, seemingly indifferent. If the rest of them hadn't see the two almost violently making out in the kitchen before disappearing to a bedroom, they wouldn't have guessed anything had gone on between them.

"Hey Geralt," Eskel called, face passive. "You know the difference between a goldfish and a mountain goat?"

"A mountain goat could live in Kaer Morhen but a goldfish couldn't?"

Eskel rolled his eyes. "No, a goldfish mucks around a fountain."

"And a mountain goat fucks around a mountain," Cahir finished the joke. He and Eskel high fived without looking at each other. Lambert only smacked his head on the table when Cahir continued, "And I am no goldfish."

[parvulous-writings]

Stars //Sith!Obi-Wan x Pregnant!Reader

Request:   Heya! First of all, I just want to say, wow!!! I loved wvry word of the Vader x Reader you did, and reading your notes, I really don't mind it as an AU! I've never really read anything to do with Sith Obi-Wan before, though to be fair I only just got into Star Wars again 😅 This isn't really a request, but from what I can see from your posts, you seem to really like Obi-Wan, well, Ewan Mcgregor in general 😂I wanted to ask if you could write another x Reader, but this time a Sith Obi-Wan AU?Thanks for reading! -Red ❤ p.s, @rey-is-not-a-skywalker, you're welcome for requesting the sith x reader, I guess you're obsessed as I am 😂 p.s the second, I'm loving the new pfp!

Requested by: ​Red

Summary: The reader has some news for Sith Lord Obi-Wan Kenobi

Warnings: The reader is AFAB, pregnancy

Words: 1.7K

Notes: You would be correct in assuming I love Obi-Wan and Ewan McGregor as a whole. Also I’m glad you like the new pfp! I am also in love with it! :)  Did I self indulge with this oneshot? I think you know the answer. Leave me alone, I am too much of a simp at this point.  I have never been pregnant, so some of this may be inaccurate. 

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An old Jedi’s fall from grace was a never a pretty sight to see, it was no glorious tale to tell from any side. It was full of hurt, pain, hatred, suffering. This was more than true for the fallen Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. His downfall was the least expected out of those who turned away from the light, he had always been the most loyal of men, the most faithful of soldiers.  Perhaps, in part at least, this was what drove him away from his original allegiance. He was an exceptional leader of course, the most fantastic of generals, but besides that, in the larger picture, to the Jedi Order as a whole he was nothing more than a faceless defender of the galaxy. Just another of the tens of thousands Jedi.  Another factor that led to the man’s path to the dark side, was you. What you made him feel. The passion, the love. An indescribable feeling, all he could say about it was that it was truly wonderful. He did not mind the fear, or the hatred that came with it, for you made it all worth it. The massive highs compared to the lows outweighed them greatly, and thus he gave it all for and to you. His passion, his loyalty, his love. Everything he had, every fiber of his being, he gave it all to you. If he could turn the worlds on theirs heads, and you gave the word, he’d do it. 

You had initially been shocked at the man’s sudden change of life-plans and of loyalty. Though, the more you thought about it, the more you began to convince yourself, perhaps he had made the right choice. He wasn’t so uptight in regards to public affection now- he’d often smother you with kisses in front of company, or hold your arm or hand as you wander about in cities or halls. Despite the Sith being the darker beings of the Force, the life you now lived was almost... Peaceful. After a while, you very much enjoyed it. There weren’t so many rules now, and you both felt free.  Though, not everything about your new life was free or peaceful. There were times that Obi-Wan was pulled away from you much like in the way he was during the times of the Republic and the Jedi Order. He’d be wrenched from your embrace for weeks or months at a time, and the holocom conversations you shared were not the same as actual conversations. The comforting presence you both gave to one another were missing, and it was painfully obvious to the pair of you. 

One particular night, whilst Obi-Wan had been away, you were staring out at the stars- each of them twinkling from their position on the blanket of the night from their positions thousands of light-years away. They fascinated you every night, though you knew some of the planetary systems by name and had visited a few yourself, you couldn’t help but imagine what could be hiding away on them,  what could be awaiting discovery. They also distracted you from something plaguing your mind on this particular night, something you needed to get off of your chest. It had been bothering you more and more over the last few days, ever since you had made the discovery. 

You are brought from your train of thought by the bleeping of your comm. You move leisurely to answer it, there was only one person who could be calling you at this time of night, but you knew he wouldn’t mind you taking a moment longer than usual. You answer your lover’s call, and a murmur on the other end of the line hushes- he must have been talking to someone as he awaited your answer. “Ah, my beloved.. I thought you had fallen asleep.” He mused quietly, his smug expression clear even through the blue hologram, and you can’t help but chuckle at him.  “No. I was looking out at the stars,” You tell him, plainly. Sunsets and night skies held a special place in both of your hearts; you had spent many nights on Coruscant looking out at them, telling each other the wishes you had made on shooting stars that you rarely saw. You heard Obi-Wan sighed quietly. He knew your habits when he was away, and what they meant. “I should be returning soon, my dear.” He assured you, lowering his voice to nothing more than a whisper. “I am trying to get this done, you know, but it’s not as easy as-”  “I know, I know.” You cut him off, wrapping your arms around yourself, looking down at the floor. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Obi-Wan’s brows furrows, clearly he’s noticed your odd behaviour. 

“Something’s bothering you.” Obi-Wan notes, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his long robe. “Tell me,” He demanded. Though his tone was soft, it was still very much a command. You start to shake your head at him.  “I would rather not... Not over the comm.” You start, looking over to his projection. He looks even more concerned than before- partially because you disobeyed an order from him, and partially because you were willingly withholding information from him. You never did either of those things, not with him. You were both in balance, and trusted each other completely. He knew this had to be incredibly serious for you to say something like this.  “Then I shall return immediately.” He no longer cared for his assignment; he would much prefer that he knew you were safe and out of harm’s way. You start to shake your head more frantically.  “No, Kenobi- you must finish the task the Emperor has given you, he-”  “Can wait.” Obi-Wan finished abruptly. You could tell from the way he stood and held himself- chest out, shoulders back, spine rigid and straight-  that he could not be swayed on this. “He can wait.” He repeated, wanting the words to sink in, for you more than himself. “I will be returning, whether you agree with me or not. I will be back by the morning.” And with that, those final harsh words, he ended the call. You sighed quietly, running your hands over your face in exasperation and stress. You hadn’t wanted to pull your lover away from the mission he had been given, you had wanted to wait just a few more days till he returned as had been planned. You sighed deeply, moving away from the comm, heading towards bed as you strip off your clothes.  You nestle under the covers, wrapping your arms around yourself for some comfort. 

By morning, you were well rested. As your eyes started to crack and flutter open, you became acutely aware of the arm around your waist, and the head buried into the back of your neck. You shuffle slightly to look over your shoulder, smiling slightly at the peaceful expression on the face of the sleeping man behind you. By rights, you didn’t even have to turn over to know that it was Obi-Wan, you knew the feel of his aura and his touch. Still, it provided a sense of comfort, knowing with more certainty that it was him. You shuffle round to face him fully, brushing some of his auburn locks away from his closed eyes. His nose scrunches ever so slightly at the contact; and he too starts to wake up. It’s a slow process for him, and always had been. Even during his time serving the Order; though your mornings together were few and far between, you had noticed this little pattern of his. His eyes crack open like yours had done, and a drowsy smile moves over his lips.  “Good morning, darling...” He yawned softly, before pressing a gentle kiss to your jaw. “You look stunning...” He told you, his lips still pressed against your skin as he gave you the compliment- no doubt the first of many that morning.  “You flatter me, Obi..” You murmur in reply, and presses kiss after feather-light kiss over your jaw and neck.  “I speak only the truth for you, my love...” He trailed off for a moment, as he started to push himself up onto his elbows. “Now... Onto business...” He mused, “You still need to tell me what’s bothering you.” He pointed out, and he was right, as he often was. “So, I would start talking, my dear.” 

Though his demeanour is playful, you know you shouldn’t argue this time around. You sit up, leaning against your pillows as your try to think of how to start talking about your recent discovery- despite it’s wonderful connotations, it was not as easy as one might think. “Obi...” You begin.  “Darling.” He replied, hardly missing a beat.  “I have some... Rather pleasing news.” He nods, prompting you to continue. “You... Are going to be a father.”  It takes him a moment to actually register your words, for their meaning to sink in. He practically tackles you back into the bed when it clicks somewhere in his mind, the widest smile on his face. He’s laughing breathlessly, hardly able to believe the news or contain his excitement because of it.  “Is it so?” He asked, his hand splaying over your stomach as he spoke. “My, my...” He mumbled- and it was moments like this that showed how much he had changed from his old ways. Had you given such news to him whilst he was still a Jedi- he would have panicked at first, asked if you wished to keep the child, and if you had done he would have likely asked you to leave to a slightly more rural planetary system. He had no fear now, and so didn’t need to ask you. He accepts it with ease in these times, and is more than happy to receive such news.  He had no fear in rearing a child now, so long as you wished for it too. He paused as this thought washed over him, then gave you a curious look. “Are we... Keeping the child?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.  “I think we could be wonderful parents... If you’re not away so much.” You poke your finger into his chest.  “Alright... I will discuss it...” He mused, resting his head near you abdomen, gazing at it in wonder. He could hardly believe that your child- the fruits of both of you- was growing there, and he was more than just excited to meet his child. He pulled you close again, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances as the morning wound on, till you eventually fell asleep again in his arms, comforted by his presence. 

[pars-ley]

Try again

Pairing: Hoseok x Female reader

Summary: When your job lands you at one of the most famous Fashion shows in Paris, the last thing you expect is to run into an ex - the current most sought after model in the industry.

Genre: Exes to lovers / Smut / Fluff

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Model Hoseok / Dior Hoseok / Unprotected sex (you know the dealio, wrap it when you tap it) / Ever so slight exhibitionism / Nipple play /

Word Count: 2.3k

Beta: @birbdae​ thank you for looking over it twice because I’m so extra (sorry) and thank you for all your help.

Notes: This is for my secret santa project with @thebtswritersclub​ for @yutasgalaxy​ really hope you enjoy! And I also used my square “Jung Hoseok” from my summer bingo card for the @bangtanwritingbingo​ event.

Taglist: @mwitsmejk​ @vantxx95​

The lights go dim and excitement blossoms like spring in your stomach as your eyes remain trained on the runway. Phone at the ready to take notes for this month's fashion article you are in charge of. 

The first model comes out and cameras flash wildly, illuminating the outfit. You scribble away rapidly recounting everything to write up later.

Dior's highly anticipated fashion show, one you had been eagerly counting down the days till. Flying out to Paris was the perfect opportunity for you to mark one destination off your travel list and you have not been disappointed at all. From the architecture to the food, you are undeniably impressed and living one of your ultimate dreams.

It's time for the most awaited outfit yet, everyone was on the edge of their seat poised. You look over at your photographer, he's in position and eager, looking ready to spring.

The lighting and music changes and out walks the model all in black. That's all the detail you notice as your heart stutters and stomach flips as your eyes shift rapidly to his face. 

Jung Hoseok. How did you not know he would be here? 

The cameras flash even more wildly, every photographer wanting to get the best pic of the most sought after model on this runway. Your hand however hovers over your phone, unable to scribble away like you were previously, too distracted by his general presence.

Swallowing the panic you feel rising into your throat you glance at your photographer, his eyes are already on you, pity creasing his brow but a message in his eyes that says "Focus on your job and get it together."

You take a deep breath and compose yourself, making notes on the outfit and nothing more. As soon as your eyes hit the harness stretched across his broad chest however, your legs squeeze together tightly, as not only do previous nights of passion flicker behind your eyelids but the temptation for one last night with him is almost too great to bear.

As you watch him strut down the runway, face impassive and professional, your heart pulls in a thousand directions. Memories of the few years spent together cloud your mind, taking you to another lifetime when he was yours and you were his - before fame, before everything.

You pinch the bridge of your nose hard, willing yourself to focus as you type wildly away on your phone, trying to stay focused.

The show ends a short while after your blast from the past's appearance and all you can think of is getting as far away from him as fast as you can. Before all your hard work of burying your feelings in an attempt to get over him is ruined by your self restraint.

As you head for the exit, a hand lightly grabs your arm. Turning you see a pretty young woman, a badge around her neck and a kind smile on her face, handing you an envelope.

"It's from Hoseok. He asked if I could make sure you get it." She said next to your ear so you could hear over the chatter of the other attendees.

You nod and mechanically take it. She's off through the crowd before you even get a chance to say thank you.

You head to the exit in a daze, clutching the envelope like it holds the answers to life's questions. As soon as you're out in the cool evening air you take yourself off around the corner of the building away from the scattering crowds. Your fingers fumble as you frantically rip at the envelope and open the piece of paper inside, instantly recognising his elegant hand.

Many love letters he would write to you with poetic words scrawled across the page, each sentence a meaningful lyric coming alive as your eyes danced across them with a barrier of tears waiting to fall. Those words tucked away in a box hidden deep in your wardrobe for those moments you wish to relive how he once felt about you.

You read and re-read the note, double checking the words are correct.

"I saw you as you came in, I always had the ability to find you in a crowded room and apparently that hasn't changed. 

I can't believe you're here. Please. Please, meet me at Guy Savoy at 7 o'clock tonight. I would love to see you and speak to you properly. I will book a table under my name. I really hope you show, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

That last line did things to your insides you weren't expecting. Your chest felt full and ready to burst open, love bleeding out of a fresh cut. Maybe you should just go back to your hotel and order room service, or go out for dinner with your photographer seeing as you were both here alone.

But you knew, even as you thought it, you knew you couldn't. You knew you had no intention of doing either. 

Folding up the note and shoving it in your pocket and went in search of your colleague to tell him you wouldn't be travelling back to the hotel with him. He wished you luck, even if there was a hint of apprehension in his tone, you ignored it and took a cab to the restaurant.

Sitting there waiting, your nerves were at their peak. You had chewed the skin along your fingernails until they were sore and you had now resorted to folding your napkin to make different origami shapes. Just as you didn't think your heart could take anymore, you picked up your bag but as you were about to stand and run away, you saw him. Walking towards you, shades on and the most familiar beaming grin that had always made your stomach flip. You couldn't help the pull of your lips, mirroring the same smile he wore.

He breezed up to you and wrapped you in his muscular arms, like a whirlwind his scent intoxicated you and jumbled your mind even further.

"You are a serious sight for sore eyes." he whispers in your ear before pulling away and pushing in your chair as you sit down in a daze.

"You're around gorgeous models all day, I doubt that." you reply, attempting to hide your blush.

He removes his shades and places them on the table, before pushing his fingers roughly through his hair. "Believe me, it’s not as glamorous as people think.”

There’s an awkward silence that falls on your table, with sly, shy glances from you both. 

“How’s it been? Your career I mean.” you blurt out, desperately trying to ease some tension.

He leans back in his chair and shrugs. “I can’t complain, at all. It’s going better than I could have dreamed.”

You nod, taking in how nonchalant he’s being. “I have to admit, I’ve been keeping track.”

“Of me?” he asks, shocked.

“Your career.”

“Really? I’m flattered.” his lips stretch into a toothy grin as a faint scarlet hue spreads across his cheeks.

“You should be very proud of yourself. You’ve accomplished so much, there’s no limit on how far you can go.” you find yourself saying all of this without meaning to.

He covers his face with his hands. “Ok, I appreciate this, really, coming from you this means so much, but I am more interested to hear about you.” he leans forward and places a hand on top of yours, the action causing your heart to soar. “What’s been happening with you? Are you still in the apartment?”

You nod as you take a sip of the champagne the waiter is pouring. “Yep, can’t bear to leave it, I love it there so much, a lot of memories too.” you add sneakily trying to gage his reaction.

His eyes soften. “Yes, we made a lot there.” his fingers entwine in yours, a movement far too comfortable for how long it’s been. "I miss it," he looks into your eyes so fiercely you're slightly taken aback. "I miss us."

Your heart inflates excitedly in your chest as butterflies swarm inside your stomach. But is this a good idea to rekindle an old flame, maybe there was a reason it was extinguished in the first place.

He senses your hesitation. "Are you with anyone?"

You shake your head. "No, I've dated but nothing serious. What about you?"

He laughs a bitter sound. "Same. I've not found anyone that could match up to you."

You hesitate again. "Hoseok…"

"Listen," he puts a hand up quietening you. "I know it was mostly me who instigated us breaking up in the first place but that is my biggest regret. I never should have let you go." he bites back the emotion in his words and swallows.

"But if you hadn't you wouldn't be where you are today." you add, squeezing his hand still clutching yours.

He makes a disgusted noise at the back of his throat. "I left my dream girl to follow my dreams and let me tell you, it wasn't worth it. If someone asked me to choose, it would be you. every. single. time."

He grabs your chair and slides it along closer to him. He reaches out to cup your face. "Please, let me come back." 

His plea does not fall on deaf ears. Your heart knows the decision it's made but you can't form the words to speak. Your libido overtakes the moment and you grab him by the collar of his shirt and crush your lips against his. The taste of him is so familiar and yet new at the same time. Sweet like butter as your mouths melt together as one. His arm around your waist almost pulling you off your chair makes you break away and giggle. The heat in his eyes is almost overwhelming, all your thoughts are no longer in your head but in your groin. He looks so good staring at you like that, like you are the reason for living, how could you not give into him?

"Come back to my hotel?" you whisper urgently.

He nods, throws some cash down for your ordered drinks, takes your hand and pulls you out through the restaurant. You jog along to keep up with his long legged stride. He flags down a cab and you're into it and moving off swiftly while his hands find you again. They roam your body, finding their way under your shirt and to your nipples. He rolls them gently between his fingers as his lips attach themselves to your neck.

His hand glides slowly along your thigh, up your skirt and just when he's about to reach the most desired area the cab stops abruptly, letting you know you've arrived. You groan with frustration but jump out, pulling him into your hotel and leading him up to the room. Your heart pounding so loud in your ears you can't think of anything, nothing but the taste of his lips or the feel of his skin under your fingertips and god, did you want to feel more. 

As soon as your door is unlocked you're on each other. Clothes can't come off fast enough and as they leave a messy path like a trail of breadcrumbs leading towards the bed. 

"God, I have missed you." he says as he glances down at your body before pulling you flush against him.

There's no time for sly touches or exploring, you're both too desperate to feel each other.

Your bare, naked flesh moulds easily together as he enters you, both of your moans echo out across the room. The feeling euphoric as it's what you know and yet what you are no longer used to. He moves inside you with a persistent, desperate rhythm as his hips wind in the most perfect way, hitting that sensitive spot every time and making your toes curl in consequence.

He looks down at you, a soft, determined gaze and says breathlessly, "I love you."

His words are your undoing, as you remember the sweet nothings he used to whisper to you while you were making love before. You unravel around him, blinded by pleasure as your back arches underneath him. He's quick to follow you as you feel his warm seed spilling inside you and you watch his face twist in pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment, so intense, almost too intense you had to look away.

Both of you breathless and riding on your high, lay back on the bed staring up at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts race through your mind as you panic that you've just made a huge mistake. What if his words weren't genuine? What if he leaves...again? What will you do then? You'll have to start over, all your hard work of pushing him aside.

Almost as if he can sense your rising doubt, his fingers entwine with yours, as he turns onto his side to face you, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his digits.

He watches you closely as if searching your thoughts, your eyes so open and vulnerable - letting him right in, wanting him to silence your fears.

He strokes your face and kisses you so softly your lips melt right into him. You want this. You want him. 

"Hey, I'm serious," he leans back, eyes burning into yours. "I want to come home to you. I want our life back, I want you, always."

Your panicking heart is soothed by his words and you relax and lean into his touch, your limbs softening against him.

"Please, can I have another chance?" he asks, so vulnerable and sincere any doubts are washed away in an instant.

"Let's give it a try." you reply.

He almost blinds you with his sunshine smile as he pulls you against him, his lips dancing happily with yours. And you lose yourself in him completely. You are his, utterly and completely. 

[jayeray-twst]

How He Shows You Affection: Jade Leech

Warnings: None all fluff!

He Gifts You Things

The feel of a hand on your shoulder nearly made you jump out of your skin. You’d been so focused on what you were doing that you hadn’t even registered the arrival of a new person in your proximity. However the sound of a familiar chuckle instantly made you relax.

You leaned back against the person who was standing behind you, pressing your back to their front and tilting your head up so you could peer up at him. Jade had an amused half-smile curling his lips as he looked down at you.

“How was your trip?” you asked smiling brightly at him, your own hand coming to rest overtop his on your shoulder, tangling your fingers together, “Did you find what you were looking for?”

Jade had taken another hike up into the mountains searching for mushrooms, claiming there was a certain kind that it was perfect weather to harvest them. You’d taken his word for it, as you couldn’t hope to know nearly as much about the fungi as Jade did. You just wished you could’ve gone with him. Unfortunately, you’d had too much work to do, so had dutifully stayed home.

“It was quite a fruitful day,” Jade told you, evidently really pleased, one of his rare full smiles lighting his face and the odd clicking trill to the end of his sentence enough to let you know how utterly delighted he was. It was a bit of a strange sound, something beyond the ability of human vocal cords, but one you’d come to quite enjoy hearing from your eel mer boyfriend. He only made it when he was beyond thrilled, and it was one of the few true insights into his feelings that your enigmatic boyfriend tended to keep tightly under wraps.

“Oh? Anything interesting?” you asked. Mushrooms generally weren’t what most would consider a fascinating conversation topic, but Jade always had interesting things to say about them. Plus you liked hearing your boyfriend ramble, and mushrooms were one of the few things he would do it for.

“Indeed,” he agreed, producing his other hand from where he’d been keeping it behind his back and presenting you with a flower. It was utterly beautiful and in your favorite color, stunning and perfect you’d never seen anything quite like it.

“It’s beautiful,” you told him a little awed at the pretty thing.

“It reminded me of you,” Jade informed you, gentle hands reaching out to tuck it behind your ear.

It was almost ridiculous how smoothly he could say lines like that, ones that would’ve made anyone else sound cheesy, but from him sounded utterly suave. It made your heart flutter in your chest every single time.

However you did have one small concern, your hand lingering close to the flower by your ear as you carefully asked, “It’s not poisonous is it?”

“Only if you ingest it,” he told you with a casual smile that was all teeth and amusement, eyes shining in delight. It really shouldn’t have surprised you given his fascination with mushrooms but Jade had a bit of a fascination with poisonous things.

“Really to think I would gift you something dangerous,” Jade scolded lightly, and you almost would’ve felt bad, except you remembered the whole debacle with the ghost bride quite clearly. On top of that there had been a few things at the beginning of your relationship that you’d learned a little too late were perfectly safe for merfolk but not so much for humans. It had been an honest mistake, and Jade had clearly felt bad afterwards, but it had been a little traumatizing.

“I would never deliberately gift you something dangerous,” Jade corrected, clearly reading your mind, and while Jade wasn’t one to pout, leaving such antics up to his twin, the slight downturn of his lips let you know he wasn’t entirely happy either.

“I know,” you assured him, gently squeezing the fingers that were still interlaced with yours, “And it is sweet of you to bring me gifts. I do appreciate each and every one of them, even the dangerous ones.”

It was all true, Jade was very careful to put a lot of thought into the things he gave you, even the little things. It was part of mer courtship customs apparently, and one he quite enjoyed and so did you if you were being honest. His little gifts never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

Jade chuckled, clearly appeased by this, gently tracing his fingers over your cheek before giving you a quick kiss goodbye and wandering off to sort through the bounty of mushrooms he’d brought back. You watched him go with a fond smile on your face, quietly thinking of your own gift ideas. After all, if you were dating a mer, you might as well embrace their courtship traditions. You just hoped your own gifts could make him feel just as treasured as he did for you.

He Does Little Things to Make Your Life Easier

One of the things you’d noticed about Jade Leech early on that differentiated him from his twin brother, was that he was incredibly attentive to detail. He was always watching, taking everything in, and he remembered almost everything. It was both impressive and alarming considering his penchant for blackmail.

As his significant other there was no one he observed more closely than you. It was one of the reasons the two of you had started dating in the first place, because Jade considered you one of the most interesting creatures he’d ever stumbled upon on land or sea.

All that close observation meant Jade almost always knew what you needed, sometimes even before you did. If you ate the last of your favorite snack, it would mysteriously be restocked. If you were feeling down your favorite comfort items and Jade himself would appear to help cheer you up. If something broke, or was on the verge of breaking Jade would buy a replacement or find a way to fix it.

It was all incredibly flattering, and made you feel seen in a way you never had with anyone else. Jade knew you better than you knew yourself at times, and it was both a little alarming and incredibly reassuring. Alarming because allowing anyone as close as he was to you and having them capable of predicting your actions to the degree he could was startling on a good day, but also reassuring because you knew Jade could see all of you, both the bad and the good and he wanted you anyway.

It might’ve made the relationship feel unequal at times, especially at first, but as your determination to know him the way he knew you grew, so did Jade’s willingness to let you in. These days you knew a lot of his little tells, the way he made small pleased clicking chirping sounds low in his throat when he was happy, the way his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners when he was smiling his genuine smile rather than the bland customer service smile, and the way his lips turned down at the corners when he was truly upset with something. You knew it all and took pride in the hard-won knowledge.

Still despite everything Jade still knew you better, as proved by the warm drink resting near your hand when you glanced up from the book you were reading, while waiting for him to finish his shift at Mostro Lounge. Gently touching the mug, you found it was the perfect temperature to be consumed, and there was also a little snack along with it.

Right on time your stomach grumbled, letting you know you were in fact, rather hungry. Amused as ever at your boyfriend’s ability to predict things you cradled the mug in your hands, enjoying the warmth of it in the coolness of the lounge, your eyes darting around the crowded room until they locked on your boyfriend at the bar.

As if sensing your eyes on him, he glanced up from what he was doing and met your gaze. You smiled at him, feeling warm and happy as you saluted him with your drink, mouthing your thanks at him and blowing him a kiss. You couldn’t actually hear his amused chuckle from where you were across the room, but you saw the genuine amusement in his eyes as he dipped his head in acknowledgment of your thanks before turning back to what he was doing.

With a content sigh you dug into the treat he’d brought for you, sipping your drink, and reflecting that you really were lucky. Not many got a boyfriend quite as attentive as Jade Leech, who saw to all your needs without question and without being asked. Despite what others might say about his cold and ruthless attitude to you he’d always been sweet in his own understated way. It was a privilege you vowed never to take for granted as you smiled to yourself feeling thoroughly adored.

He Makes Time for You

It had been a long, hard day, and if you were perfectly honest with yourself, all you really wanted at this point was to curl up with boyfriend and be cuddled to help shake the stress of the day away. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to be an option, not until late as Jade had a shift at Mostro lounge and wouldn’t be back until late.

Normally, you didn’t bother your boyfriend at work, but you desperately wanted to see him, and didn’t think he’d mind too much if you surprised him there, especially since you didn’t actually want to cook yourself dinner. Settled on your course of action, and feeling a bit optimistic that you might even get to steal him away for a little bit during his break you headed for the lounge.

It was relatively busy, the same as it always was with several waiters running back and forth fetching things from the kitchens for the students. Tonight Jade wasn’t actually one of them, instead he was stationed behind the bar, which made things easier for you, especially since there was a seat free. You didn’t worry too much about distracting him, Jade was a consummate professional after all, and meticulous in all things including the work he took quite a deal of pride in.

Sliding into the seat you smiled when your boyfriend spotted you and quickly made his way over, glad to see him, even if you were separated by the bar and unable to latch on to him like a limpet and not let go the way you wanted to.

“Hey you,” you greeted affectionately.

“Hello, fawn,” Jade answered lightly, his mismatched eyes scanning you carefully, taking you in. You hoped he couldn’t see how utterly done in you were, tucking back your exhaustion as far behind your emotional walls as you could manage and smiling at the nickname which never failed to life your spirits.

It hadn’t surprised you that Jade had decided to nickname you after a type of mushroom, you were just glad he only used the cute names, instead of something terrible like toadstool. Sometimes it honestly surprised you that he hadn’t given his sense of humor. You were just glad you’d managed to find out what amanita was ahead of time and put your foot down on it, as you had no desire to be named after a fly killing mushroom.

“What brings you to the lounge?” he asked, pulling you from your thoughts about mushrooms, his hands already going through the familiar motions of making your favorite drink.

“I didn’t want to cook and decided I’d kill two birds with one stone and come to the lounge and see you,” you answered, giving him a mostly honest answer.

“I’m always glad to see you,” he told you, passing your drink, “Excuse me for a second though sweet fawn, I have something to do and then I’ll be right back.”

“Of course,” you assured him, confident that you managed to keep your irrational disappointment locked behind your cheerful façade.

You idly sipped your drink as you waited for Jade to return, quietly watching the people moving around the lounge. Luckily, it didn’t take him long to reappear, though you were surprised when he did it on your side of the bar.

“Are you on break?” you asked, delighted at the prospect, practically beaming up at him, “Want to get something to eat with me?”

“I would love to get something to eat with you,” he assured you, cupping your cheek affectionately, the tender gesture taking you by surprise, though you couldn’t help but melt into it, so much so you nearly missed his next words, “But unless you’re very hungry it will have to wait until we get home.”

“Huh?” you asked, completely inarticulate in your bewilderment.

“You heard me,” Jade scolded lightly, “Let’s get home, precious little fawn.”

“But you’re working,” you sputtered in protest, “Your shift doesn’t end until eleven you said!”

“Ah but I decided to take the rest of the night off,” he informed you casually, “As if I could do anything else when my fawn needs me.”

“Jade, I’m fine,” you tried to assure him firmly, guilt broiling in your stomach, “You can finish out your shift, it’s not a problem!”

The knowing look he gave you, made you want to backtrack, but instead you held firm. The last thing you wanted was to inconvenience him, you loved him far too much for that.

“You’re never a problem,” he informed you his tone quiet but sincere, “let’s get you home.”

You were seriously contemplating refusing him, but the option was swiftly taken away as you found yourself lifted off your feet and swung up into a princess carry, making you yelp in surprise and indignation.

“Ooh someone’s in trouble!” a familiar sing-song voice called out from behind the bar, and you leveled a look at Floyd who was apparently taking his brother’s place for the rest of the night. You made a slightly rude gesture in Floyd’s direction, but the eel only laughed, completely unbothered by it as Jade began to carry you from the lounge your boyfriend also chuckling in amusement.

“You really don’t have to do this,” you tried, one last time, wriggling slightly in his hold trying to get him to set you down, “I’m really okay Jade, you don’t have to take time off for me.”

Jade paused in his steps, and for a second you thought you might’ve gotten through to him, only to have him tell you, “You’re worth all my time, sweet fawn, and I will always make more of it for you when you have need of me, even when you don’t want to admit it.”

The sincere, surprisingly gentle words took all the wind out of your sails, as you peered up into his eyes, his face solemn without any trace of his usual teasing. You slumped in his hold and stopped fighting, which he correctly interpreted as compliance and started walking again.

You looped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his chest, breathing him in the way you’d been dying to from the minute you’d finished your day. Jade let out a soft chuckle of amusement and simply adjusted his grip so you were more comfortable, making you sigh in contentment.

“Hey, Jade?” you asked quietly against his neck, earning a hum of acknowledgment that let you know he was listening, “I love you.”

The words always seemed to take your boyfriend off guard, and this time was no exception. Still to his credit his steps only faltered for a second before he admitted, “I love you too, precious silly fawn.”

You sighed in contentment at the words, letting him carry you off back home, feeling utterly content and truly lucky to have a boyfriend like Jade Leech.

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[dulcesiabits]

armband (dorm leaders x reader)

a/n: my friend got me into twst so here’s a self indulgent fic to celebrate! Really can’t wait until we recruit Epel and Sebek to the first year squad

The trouble first began with a single, innocent comment during lunch, which shouldn’t have surprised you, in hindsight. You spent the time in the cafeteria cracking lame jokes and making half-baked plans with your friends, so you never really paused to think about what came out of your mouth. 

“I kinda wish I had a armband,” you had said during that fateful lunch time. “The ones you guys wear seem kinda cool.”

Ace ruffled your hair at the statement. “Do you want mine, then?”

“You should take mine,” Epel grumbled. “You could even take my place in Pomefiore, while you’re at it.”

“Sorry, Epel, but I don’t think Vil is going to let you leave that easily.”

With that, the conversation changed to your friends complaining about their dorm leaders (except for Sebek, who spent twenty minutes praising his, but he was always looking for an excuse to do so). You soon forgot about your comment in the ensuing chaos, but it would come back to haunt you either way. 

The trouble truly began the next morning, when the sharp click of Riddle’s polished heels announced his arrival at your classroom. Ace and Deuce immediately tensed, and you stifled a laugh at their pale faces, but when Riddle called your name, it was your turn to panic.

“We’ll bring flowers to your funeral,” Deuce muttered as you descended the stairs. What lovely friends you had.

“What’s up?” you asked, as soon as Riddle had guided you to the hallway outside your classroom. His hands were folded neatly behind his back, and his face was stern as he glared into your eyes. You were pretty sure you hadn’t done anything lately to tick him him off, but Riddle was so temperamental it was hard to tell.

“I don’t want to be late to class, so I’ll make this short. I’m giving this to you.” Quickly, Riddle shoved something into your hands. 

Surprised, you examined the object for a moment. A familiar golden badge gleamed in the center of a thick red ribbon. “Is that...”

“It’s a Heartslabyul armband,” he announced, his cheeks dangerously close to combusting into flames with how red they were. “You’ve done so much for me-- for my dorm, it’s the least I could do. Also, your tie is crooked. You should take better care with how you present yourself.”

Riddle talked and moved so quickly he left you no room to reply. He leaned in close (a little more close than was necessary, you felt like) and carefully adjusted the tie around your neck. His hair smelled surprisingly sweet, and you stood still as he gently patted down your shirt collar before swiftly walking away.

You stood there, dumbfounded, before you remembered that Trein would skin you alive if you were late to class. Okay. That was a little weird, but maybe Riddle was just grateful to you. You were basically an honorary Heartslabyul member with how much time you spent there with Ace and Deuce, right?

Later, you were making a visit to the greenhouse with Jack after Crewel had asked you two to deliver some fertilizer and compost there. Correction, it was mostly Jack carrying everything, but you wanted to believe you were helping somewhat.

Everything had finally been neatly put away and Jack hurried to be in time for class (like a nerd). You were leisurely strolling along until you suddenly tripped and landed onto something soft. It took you a few seconds to realize what had happened: you had tripped over Leona Kingscholar’s ridiculously long legs, and he had somehow caught you and pulled you close to him from where he laid on the ground.

From the smirk on his face, you were fairly certain he had done it on purpose. Perhaps he got a kick out of bullying innocent first years. You wondered how far you could push your luck with taunting Leona before he decided to tear you into little bite size pieces (a threat you have heard him make several times before to some unlucky Savannaclaw students).

“You did that on purpose,” you accused, deciding you didn’t value your life too much. “What the hell was that for?”

Leona’s grip tightened on you, and he yawned. “So what if I did?”

“You were lucky I wasn’t carrying fertilizer. You could have ended up covered in manure.”

“Sure, sure.” Before you could blink, he had deftly tied something into your hair. When you finally untangled it, Leona had fallen asleep, and you couldn’t ask him why he had decided to put a Savannaclaw armband on your head. 

That wasn’t the strangest part of your day. Before lunch, Azul suddenly accosted you outside of your classroom. He carefully took one of your hands, pressed a kiss on the back of it, and presented you with an Octavinelle armband.

“I’m giving you this because you’re an invaluable supporter of the Monstro Lounge,” he claimed, even though you rarely went there. The few times you did go was because Floyd was bored and had dragged you there to play with him. 

“Are you sure you should give me this? I really doubt I’ve been there often enough to receive some sort of reward.”

Azul pressed another kiss to your hand at your words. You were extremely tempted to call Azul a nerd in this moment; he was blushing so hard, it was obvious he wasn’t used to touching another person so intimately. Then again, you didn’t care to find out what he would do to you if you offended him. “Make sure to visit more often to pay me back, then. Jade and Floyd would be delighted if you do. As would I, of course.”

After lunch, it was Kalim’s turn to mess with you. He ran and leaped at you, wrapping you into a tight hug. He snuggled into your chest as he barraged you with endless questions, his smile so bright you were sure you were going to go blind.

“Do you want to go on a magic carpet ride right now? Oh, but I guess we have class, and Jamil would be mad at me if I missed mine. Also, what sort of animals do you like? And what sort of jewelry? What about food? What sort of food do you like? Tell Jamil so he can make you some, okay?”

“That’s really sweet of you Kalim, but I’m fine. I’m just happy to talk to you.” Ah, rich people. You were certain if you were to accept any of Kalim’s offers, you would end up with enough expensive gifts to fund a small country.

Kalim had somehow shifted from clinging to you to linking his arm through yours as you headed towards your class. He was humming, so you assumed he was happy, and he would occasionally lean his head against your arm. Just as the bell rang, he quickly pressed a Scarabia armband into your hand and scampered off.

Just before you headed to the mirror that led to Ramshackle Dorm, Vil appeared out of nowhere, looking effortlessly flawless as his hair floated delicately around his shoulders. Honestly, you were impressed with how much effort he put to look that gorgeous every second of the day. 

“Dear, your skin looks absolutely dry. Please do not forget to moisturize and use face masks. And that shirt is simply not a flattering color on you. It’s decent, I suppose, but I wouldn’t have chosen it for you. If you were in Pomefiore, I could take care of you everyday,” Vil sighed, as he began to carefully stroke your hair. 

Vil’s careful combing of your hair almost felt good enough for you to ignore his backhanded comments. “Thanks, I think? I’m choosing to believe you said what you did because you care about me.”

“Hm. As it is, I suppose the only modification I can make right now is this...” Vil murmured. Before you could react, he had carefully swiped some tinted apple scented gloss across your lips. It looked suspiciously like the one Vil was wearing himself. “...And this.” Before you could put much thought into whenever it was the same or not, he tied a Pomefiore armband to your wrist, his hair flowing behind him as he flounced off.

When you got back to the dorm, Ortho was waiting for you on the steps with a package in his hands. He jumped up when he saw you, and his smile was just as bright as Kalim’s. If you hadn’t lost your eyesight before, you had now.

“Big bro wanted me to give you this!” he cried enthusiastically. “He said you’re one of the only people in the world he can stand, and you’re cool! Also, he really likes you! Actually, wait, I don’t know if I was supposed to tell you that last part,” Ortho added with a frown. 

“I won’t tell him you did. But tell him I said thanks,” you said. Ortho gave you a hug before he dashed off.  Unsurprisingly, when you unwrapped the package, you found an Ignihyde armband waiting for you.

As you tried to study, your head spun. What the hell was going on? Were the dorm leaders secretly plotting to murder you? Why had six out of seven of them suddenly approached you and gave you their dorm arm bands? Maybe they were just appreciative of your friendship, and grateful you had kicked their asses when they overblotted. But they weren’t the sort of people to just give away free presents (except for Kalim, but he was generally the exception to his calculating peers). You decided to send a text to the first year group chat and hoped that at least Epel or Jack could find out what their dorm leaders were thinking.

In the meantime, you were going to take a walk. Evening was falling, and if you were lucky, you would catch your favorite elusive fae wandering about. 

The night was warm as you ambled along, trying to figure out the reason behind the dorm leaders’ strange actions. A few minutes in, Malleus melted out of the shadows, falling into step next to you. You stifled a scream. You really needed to get used to that before you got a heart attack.

Oh, hey. Actually, Malleus was the perfect person to ask about the other dorm leaders’ strange actions, considering that he was one himself.

“Tsuntarou, can I confide in you about something?” you asked gravely. “I need your advice.”

“If it’s within my ability to help, I will do so gladly,” he responded.

Quickly, you told him about the other dorm leaders’ strange actions throughout the day. As you talked, a shadow passed over Malleus’ face. 

“So what do you think?” you said.

“I have a few ideas, but for now they’re nothing but conjecture.” He then fell silent and refused to elaborate, and you decided not to push him further. Malleus looked... irritated, but why? Maybe he was just upset the other dorm leaders had left him out of their weird attempt to give you their armbands. 

Just before the end of your walk, Malleus untied the armband around his uniform’s sleeve, and tied it around your sleeve instead. The action was so nonchalant and sudden, you didn’t have time to question it. There was a small smile on Malleus’s face as he disappeared into the darkness, and you decided you would keep what happened a secret. If Sebek found out, he would pop a blood vessel, and you didn’t need his death on your hands.

When you finally got home, you were greeted with several messages from your group chat. Eagerly, you read what they had to say, and felt your heart drop as you remembered your little comment from lunch yesterday. You had forgotten it, but apparently, Ace and Deuce did not, and they had asked Riddle if they could give you an armband. Well, Riddle had decided to give you one personally. From what Jack and Epel had sent, you pieced together that the other dorm leaders had found out Riddle’s plan, and decided they didn’t want to be outdone.  

Great. What were you going to do? The dorm leaders had really given you their armbands out of their genuine affection for you. Maybe you could wear all seven at once? It would look ridiculous, but at least you wouldn’t offend anyone. Actually, scratch that. All the dorm leaders were so competitive it would probably offend them more if you wore all of them at once.

Well, that would be a problem for the you in the future to figure out. If things went terribly wrong, you could always fake your own death. For now, you were going to go to bed, and hope an answer appeared in your dreams tonight.