#hopefully this suffices hehe

[rubyiiiusions]

i wonder how the sun feels when it falls // sonknux

word count 2489 - ao3 link

summary:

For his entire life, Knuckles had been alone. It was his fate-he was the last echidna, after all, and he enjoyed his solitary lifestyle, but…

It hurt, sometimes. And, in his typical fashion, Sonic was always there to help alleviate that age-old pain, words light and airy, smile carefree as the wind, breathless and sweaty as they fought in the light of the moon, and afterward picking blueberries and tossing them at each other, building a campfire and making s’mores, laughing at the stickiness of a melted marshmallow stuck in blue quills.

enjoy,,, theyre freaks <3

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Knuckles could barely remember a time when he didn’t love Sonic. 

He’d loved him for as long as he knew what the word meant, and in every sense of it–they were rivals, friends, and somehow so, so much more. From the very beginning, the blue hedgehog had been different; the first of his enemies that actually put up a fight, that threatened his way of living first by shattering his world and then by rebuilding it, sweeping him into a whirlwind of taunts and laughter and too-warm smiles. Sonic got on his nerves in the best way possible, giving him an outlet for everything he struggled to express in words, a punching bag that fought back. He was infuriatingly stubborn–he never gave up, never left, not even after Knuckles got tricked and fought against him for the umpteenth time. It was a dance they’d perfected, stubbornly insisting on getting in each other’s way just to hear the other’s infuriated scoff, to feel the rush of battle as they sparred with words and fists, genuine smiles. 

For his entire life, Knuckles had been alone. It was his fate-he was the last echidna, after all, and he enjoyed his solitary lifestyle, but…

It hurt, sometimes. And, in his typical fashion, Sonic was always there to help alleviate that age-old pain, words light and airy, smile carefree as the wind, breathless and sweaty as they fought in the light of the moon, and afterward picking blueberries and tossing them at each other, building a campfire and making s’mores, laughing at the stickiness of a melted marshmallow stuck in blue quills. Sonic fell asleep curled next to Knuckles, and carefully a bulky hand snaked around his shoulders, pulling him closer, leaning into each other. He wasn’t built to handle delicate things, and while Sonic was usually anything but, now…

He trusted Knuckles. He was vulnerable around him, even after everything they’d been through. Knuckles swallowed, realizing that without noticing, he’d let his defenses down, too. 

He was terrible at reading body language. It was a language he didn’t speak, could barely understand, let alone translate. But even he noticed the way Sonic stumbled around Ares island, limping and smiling, a hand flickering with cyber-corruption. The moon was high above, mirroring the crescent on Knuckles’ chest. He wondered how many sleepless nights he’d had. Less than Sonic, for sure. 

A flicker. He yelped, spinning around, and there she was–that mysterious girl that had trapped him, reduced him to this. He let out a low growl, but she was floating out of reach, and Sonic still insisted that he shouldn’t fight her. Reluctantly, he lowered his fists, eyeing her warily.

“You care for him,” she noted, gazing at the blue hedgehog in the distance, sparring with one of the many robots littering the desert island. “Why?”

“What do you mean?” Knuckles scoffed. “He’s my friend. Of course I care about him.” 

“You argue,” she pointed out, still staring at Sonic’s figure, illuminated in the moonlight. “You don’t see eye to eye, you fight constantly. You claim that you’re friends, yet there’s this odd tension between you. It’s perplexing.”

“Yeah, we’re rivals. But that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, too.” Knuckles followed her gaze. A laugh found his ears, carried by the wind. “He annoys me, but I admire him. He’s strong, fast… he’s saved me more times than I can count.” He let out a small laugh. “And he depends on me, too. He’d never admit it, but he’d be lost without me.”

The girl hummed. “He’s a confusing specimen, isn’t he? Almost a shame that he has to die.”

Knuckles snorted. “You can try to kill him. I have too. He’s not going to lose. No matter what. I know him.”

He turned back and she was gone. Letting out a sigh, he vanished and flickered back into existence next to Sonic. Somehow, looking at his drooping eyelids, his words and faith in his rival seemed unfounded. 

“It’s dark,” he commented, not knowing quite what to say. “You seem tired.” 

Sonic brushed him off, waving a hand. “Psh. I’m fine, Knux. If anything, you seem like you’re struggling to keep up. Did I wear you out?” he teased, instinctively elbowing him. His arm fizzled through flesh, flickering in and out of existence, a constant reminder of the predicament they were in, the state Knuckles trusted Sonic with his life to help him escape. 

“Hardly,” he snorted. “But I’m not sure I trust you to take down that titan while you look like you’re about to collapse.” 

“Please.” Sonic yawned. “I could take that hunk of junk down in my sleep. ”

“It almost blew you up yesterday.”

“That’s beside the point.”

“I–” Knuckles bit back his concern, turning away. “Fine. Just… be careful, ok?”

“Please.” Sonic laughed, far too strained. “Careful? Where’s the fun in that?”

-

He was limp, frozen in place, flickering and corrupted. Knuckles mirrored him, trembling at the sight. Amy let out a cry, running to Sonic, and he tried to force himself to do the same but he couldn’t move , paralyzed by shock, dread, the world spinning so much he barely noticed the ground that felt solid at his feet. 

“What happened to him?” He asked, head spinning, and this all felt like a scene from one of those horror movies Rouge loved to watch with him, something that couldn’t be real, there was no way, but there Sonic was, paralyzed, grinning, ever upbeat, the spitting image of the optimistic hero, the light of hope, snuffed out. 

“He took on so much cyber energy,” Tails’ voice was soft, miserable, almost shrouded in disbelief. “It… it corrupted him.”

“Meaning?” His ears were ringing. 

“He’s stuck between realities. He’s in limbo. He… he lost.” 

No. There was a lump in his throat, forcing its way out in the form of a tiny, choked cry, finally finding the strength to stumble forward. It was all blurry except for him, a frozen statue, eyes open, flesh blackened and flickering that vile red, corrupted through and through, and, of course, the small, pained grin on his face. His hand found a once-blue shoulder and didn’t pass through it. He forced back a sob. He can’t be dead. He can’t–

He didn’t lose. There’s no way.

Eggman was cackling(he was here, of course he was here), but it was faint background noise, deafened by the ringing in his ears, and Sonic wasn’t breathing, Chaos, he wasn’t breathing – 

“Wake up,” he breathed, barely audible, shaking Sonic’s shoulders, and he was stone-cold. “Please. You have to wake up. You can’t--” 

A rumble, booming ominously in the distance, shaking the very ground below his feet. Knuckles pulled away, jolted back to reality, looking around frantically. Whoever did this to him is going to pay, he thought, grim. His light of hope had been snuffed out, but what could he do except fight on? It was all he knew how to do anyway. Hope was a weak drug compared to vengeance. 

“Since time immemorial I have languished here. Now, the locks are broken. I shall tear down the walls between dimensions and consume all.”

Knuckles growled, clenching his fists and stepping forward, mouth parting to shout his defiance to the stars, standing between it and the fallen celestial next to him. Eggman was panicking, shouting something about mobilizing the Egg Fleet, but it was helpless. If Sonic had lost, what chance did any of them have of winning? A broken record of his own hopeless concerns, data backing up the inevitable conclusion, the girl he’d seen earlier gripped Eggman’s shoulder, shaking it frantically, eyes flicking from Knuckles to Sonic to the sky and back again. “It won’t be enough! It triumphed over the Ancients’ technology! My simulations show a success rate of zero percent!” 

Of course, Knuckles thought, grim, blood running cold, turning back to look at Sonic again. His eyes were no longer green, consumed by that sickening, flickering, lifeless red. He stepped back, still in disbelief, looking down at his now-solid hands. He sacrificed himself for us. You selfless idiot. 

“No!” Tails’ voice cut through the daze, drawing his eyes to him. His face, screwed in determination despite the tears brimming in his eyes, somehow mirrored his brother’s in a way that tore and shredded at Knuckles’ heart, tugging at his heartstrings. Things will never be the same again, will they? “Sonic worked too hard for us to give up now. Those visions we saw… we can drive back the corruption and bring him back!”

Knuckles inhaled, gaze traveling from his hands, no longer flickering, to the corrupted hero. Of course. When he freed me, the energy keeping me prisoner went into him. A small, sad smile found its way to his muzzle. We’ll see who’s self-sacrificing now, you bastard. You’ve saved me time and time again, it’s time to return the favor. 

His hand found Tails’, Amy grasping his other fist as if her life depended on it. Her voice was shaky, full of emotion that Knuckles wished he knew how to express. “Sonic, you still have love to share with this world, too!”

“Sonic, I want you to see the hero I become!” Tails cried, squeezing Knuckles’ hand tightly. The world was beginning to hum, echoing in his ears. He stepped closer to his friend--no, so much more, that warmth in his chest, that faded from enemies to rivals to friends to whatever they had been, could be if this only worked. He supposed that he could call that love. Whatever it takes. 

“Sonic.” His voice was far shakier than he would have liked. “We’re even after this, ha!” 

And everything flickered to black. 

-

 “You look tired,” Sonic commented, pushing through the brush as he followed Knuckles through his island. Knuckles snorted, laden with something… more. “You’re one to talk.” 

“Nah.” Sonic shrugged, and though Knuckles was unsure if his grin was real or not, it still made his heart shiver and pound in his chest. “I’m more awake than ever after punching through that planet. Eclipse cannon who, am I right? At least I finished the job.” 

Both paused, a bitter taste spreading across Knuckles’ tongue. It wasn’t just Sonic that had sacrificed in the face of the End. The girl–no, her name was Sage –had given everything she never had and something more. 

“Hey,” Sonic murmured, breaking the silence, leaning down to scoop a sad-looking chao off of the ground. “You alright?”

“I’ve been away for a while. I guess they’ve grown dependent on me to shake the trees for them.” Knuckles absentmindedly punched the trunk of a tree beside him, catching the fruit that fell and handing it to the chao. “Here you go, little guy.” 

The chao chirped happily, curling closer to Sonic as it munched on the triangle fruit, seemingly content to remain in the hero’s arms. This time, his smile was genuine–Knuckles was sure of it, and it made his head spin, the tiny laugh that Sonic let out. His head was spinning in a good way this time, like he was sliding down a hill, leaping into a pile of leaves, freefalling as far as he could before gliding just inches above the seaspray. 

“Sonic?”

“Mhm?” The hedgehog turned, eyes glimmering with joy as he scratched the chao on the belly. 

“I–” he paused, trying to find the right words, and giving up when he realized he never would, there would never be a way to encapsulate the way Sonic made him feel, but he’d try anyway. Funny how losing him, even if just for a moment, made everything feel so much more temporary and simultaneously shoved it into place. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad that you’re alive.” 

Sonic laughed, joyful and free and real . “Wow, thanks for the sentiment,” he joked, playfully elbowing Knuckles, careful not to disturb the chao that had clambered onto his shoulder. 

“No.” Knuckles looked away. Why were his cheeks burning? “Sonic, when you got corrupted, I–I guess it made me realize how much I need you, how much I care about you as… well, as more than just a rival or a friend. More than I thought. You’re just so… so free, and yet you care so much, even though you don’t have to. You sacrifice so much not just for your friends, but for your enemies, for people you’ll never meet. So… thank you, I guess.” He bit his lip. “...Don’t make me say it again, you know how I am with feelings–”

Sonic swallowed his yelp of surprise, hands suddenly clinging to his dreads, pulling him close, somehow sweet and frantic all at once, and oh.

Oh.

That’s what that was. 

He began to pull away but Knuckles pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, hands coming to cup his grip on his dreads, and suddenly he was being shoved backwards, pressed against the trunk of the tree he’d just punched to give the chao fruit. Sonic hummed against his lips, parting for just a second before diving in again, clinging to Knuckles as if his life depended on it, not the other way around. “I love you too,” he murmured against his lips, and Knuckles shuddered, refusing to let the kiss end. It didn’t feel real but it somehow felt so, so right , as if he’d been waiting for this his entire life without realizing it, and maybe he had been, maybe that was what he’d been missing all this time. It was like he was walking on a cloud, Sonic pulling him up among the stars, outshining all of them with the way he unraveled Knuckles, piece by piece, delicately yet completely pulling him apart and cradling him close. He was trembling like a leaf, Knuckles realized, and suddenly they were falling.

They separated with a gasp, Sonic tumbling to the ground and swearing as he lost his balance, Knuckles following with a yelp. In an instant, they were a tangled pile of limbs and fur on the forest floor, stunned into silence before Sonic laughed, raspy and real . 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” he admitted. Knuckles scoffed. “What, you waited ?” he teased. “Do I know you?”

The chao let out a whine and Sonic winced, turning to look at it, sitting grumpily on the floor with crossed arms and an upturned nose. “Sorry, little guy. Didn’t mean to drop you.” It peeped, frustrated, and Knuckles sighed in contentment, holding out a bulky hand for it to climb into and pulling it close. “Really Sonic, have more respect for the wildlife,” he scolded. 

Sonic sniffed, turning up his nose. “I had more important business to take care of.” Knuckles growled playfully, capturing him again. 

[daisiesandsage]

hi there! now, it's my turn to visit your inbox ❤️ i'm here to drop off a request (my first one ever hehe) but don't feel obligated ofc! only write it if it's something you'd like to do:

okay, since we're both swooning over Cas rn how about a fluffy piece that includes this prompt from that link “Don’t look at me like that."

Maybe reader is the one to say it since Cas is looking at her some type of way. Cas and reader can be "friends" (we all know how that goes) or they can already be in an established relationship. It could be followed up by a "like what?" "like you love/want to kiss me."

even if this request doesn't speak to you, I am excited to read whatever you'll write 🥰

A/N = I honestly hate this but it is the first thing I have written in FOREVER, and i edited it super fast in desperation NOT to read it back, sorry if it was more angsty than fluffy (whoops) but I tried…hopefully I will be blessed in the future by writing skills. HOPE YOU'RE WELL LOVELY.. also its so short I am so sorry <3

tw = bad writing, mostly fluff, angst, and not really suggestive

Cassian brushed his hair behind his ear with far too much brute force than necessary, but that wasn’t at the forefront of his mind as he willed the book in your hands to shrivel up, and quite frankly die. 

He wasn’t being overdramatic, it was the only rational response to something that could capture your attention so ubiquitously that was not an almost 7 foot illyrian warrior with and a bastard by the name of Cassian. Huffing loudly, his eyes slid to yours in hopes that maybe your own would meet his, even just a peek would suffice at this point.

Gods, if Az or Rhys could see him now. The thought clanged through his head, the image of him sitting there, practically panting like a puppy and so eager for your attention it surpassed the realms of embarrassment. His hair fell once again from behind his ear as he physically shook the thought from his mind, if only you would look up, if only you would see him, if only you felt the same wa-

“Shit.”

Your eyes snapped up, taken out of the romantic love confession of two mates right into the eyes of Cassian, a stressed Cassian, whose mouth was dropping curses like rain in a storm, something peculiar shrouded your gut as if Cassian’s very own thoughts had become tangible and twisted your insides itself. You reached out slowly, gently brushing his hair behind his ear and repeating the motion in a bid to soothe the both of you; the harsh hazel around his pupil eased into something softer, as if your very touch forced it away.

“Don’t look at me like that. Please.” His typically gruff drawl had retreated into a feathery timbre with a strange sort of intensity. 

“Like what?” The words fell before you could stop them, eager to understand how the illyrian was feeling, but they hung in the air and made it feel just that bit more heavy.

“Like you love me.” 

You pressed your lips to his, thumbs resting atop his cheekbones as if they were meant to be there, his lips were plush, opening slightly to take in your own top lip. The thrill of his kiss shot through you, down to your toes and back up, coiling in your gut and stirring into something sinfully warm. All you could breathe in was Cassian and all he could breathe in was you. He sucked your lip, so gently, so softly and used his large calloused hand to caress the back of your head. Slowly, his hand explored downwards, lovingly tracing your body as if eager to remember it blind. You felt his tongue lick into your mouth and it tasted heady and warm, just like Cassian’s presence, you let yours meet his; wanting to feel every aspect of him. Your grasp on his face tightened, as if begging for him not to pull away, begging him not to step out of this moment, begging him not to end it.

Alas, he slipped away.

“Sweetheart don’t cry, please, if I took it too far-”

Once again Cassian was interrupted, not by the tears slipping down your face but by the soft smile that curved the lips he had just kissed.

“You are an idiot.”

Oh, not what he was expecting.

“Well I mean, sometimes but I fail to see the relevance in this moment.” He rolled his eyes but they fell back on you, prompting you to go on.

“Of course I look at you like I love you, because maybe…I do love you.”

Once again, not what he was expecting. 

The Lord of Bloodshed spluttered, reduced to nothing but mush by a shabby love confession, the irony not lost on him that he interrupted a fictional one for a real one (yes he had been reading the book over your shoulder and no it still did not warrant your attention).

“Well that’s good I suppose.”

“Suppose! You suppose?” You were gobsmacked, you had confessed your love to a male and this was all he could say? “Is there anything else?”

“Right, of course, yes, I do love you too. Have done, for a while, I think.”

Shaking your head, you reached out, pulling the male’s jaw to your own and smashing your smile into his.

[riddle-me-ri]

I love how you write Jervis! How do you think Arkhamverse Jervis would react to coming home to find his s/o dressed as Alice? NSFW please! It can be a fic, drabble, or hcs, entirely up to you. Hope you’re well!

A/N: Aww, thank you so much! That means a lot! Ohohoho anon he'd absolutely love that…I decided to go with a fic, because my mind went bbrrrr and just did it’s own thing. This is definitely the most filthiest thing I’ve ever written..so uhh you’re welcome and sorry? I also decided to also include a request for arkhamverse Jervis with the smut prompt; "Does it feel good when I touch you like this?" because…it seemed to fit for the scenario at play here at least to me hehe hope you don't mind!

Trigger Warning: explicit sexual content; unprotected sexual intercourse (reader has gn pronouns but fem parts like breasts and vagina), food play, table sex, dress up (reader is dressed as Alice, you are Alice, Jervis calls you Alice, if that bothers you I recommend you don’t read), roleplaying? And mention or allusions to a breeding kink?

Word Count: 2.2 k (it’s worth it..maybe I hope lol)

Arkhamverse Mad Hatter x Reader - A Mad Tea Party

"Darling? My dear, where are you? Are you here?" 

"I'm in here!" You softly called out, in a slightly higher pitched voice.

You had to get into character after all. 

Jervis’ eyebrows shot up, surprised. He wasn’t prepared for that shift in your voice. You definitely had his curiosity now. He continued to follow your voice like a white rabbit. 

When he finally saw you, he was frozen in place just before the threshold of the dining room. 

“Oh…Oh my…” 

Jervis’ eyes raked up and down your body. His eyes sparkled in delight as he slowly began regaining feeling in his legs and feet to move closer to you. 

You were adorned in a blue dress that ended just above the knees with puffy sleeves that ended at your elbows and revealed your shoulders. You also wore sleek white leggings and a pair of black Mary Janes. You topped off the look with a cute little black headband with a bow planted in the middle of the headband. 

“Oh, Mr. Hatter! You arrived just in time!” You walked up to him with a bright sweet smile. “The tea party is just about to start!” 

Your nerves were vibrating with excitement. You had spent so much time preparing this very moment. From the pastries, to the tea, to the table setting, and not to mention the Alice get-up. 

Now all your hard work is finally going to pay off. 

You lead him to an empty chair before sitting in your own chair across from him. It was a simple table with a light pink tablecloth. 

Jervis is still trying to catch his brain up to what is occuring. His eyes are still glistening in absolute giddiness. Oh, he always knew you were the perfect Alice. He always knew it and you are just confirming it for him. 

Just when he thinks he could not love and desire you more than he already did. 

Jervis looked down and noticed you cutting up a small cake and putting them on a glass plate. You handed him his plate and he gladly took it, but not without lingering his hand over yours for a moment. 

It wasn’t until that moment when Jervis realized…other than two plates, two teacups, a teapot and a few saucers…there wasn’t any cutlery aside from your knife. Even if it was just a table to two…how could you make do with no silverware. 

“Oh dear…” You pretended to pout, complete with a poked out bottom lip and your hands on your hips. “How rude…it’d seem our knives, spoons, and forks have been swiped. Now, why would anyone or…maybe anything do such a thing?” 

Jervis chuckled. “It does seem something is amiss, but not to worry, my dear. We shall find an alternative to enjoy this dish.” 

“Oh, how so, Mr. Hatter?” 

"Now bear with me, my dear Alice…this is a grave example of the most..uncouth table manners, but hopefully this way will suffice." 

Jervis took off his fingerless gloves and cupped the pastry into his hand. 

You were just letting things happen naturally, hoping that things would end where you hoped they'd go. You knew your role and your goal…now it's just a matter of getting there by playing along with Jervis. 

The last thing you expected was for him to hand feed you. You couldn't deny the way your heart skipped a beat at the notion. To have his warm calloused hand so close to your face and intimately adored by your mouth…

You made quick work of the tiny slice. Not too quick to be scolded for eating like a pig but enough to get to your main destination. 

You began licking up what frosting and crumbs were nestled in between the lines of his palm. The soft groans that left under Jervis' breath made your knees curl in on themselves as you scooted further off your chair. 

Once the palm of his hand was clean, you moved your attention to his fingers. There was practically little to no more cake left, but you couldn’t resist. You licked and swirled your tongue around his index and middle finger before opening your lips to allow them into your mouth. 

Jervis’ eyes widened, before they lowered as he hummed, amusingly. Jervis curled his fingers, slightly pushed them in every time you suckled on the digits. You did this with the rest of his fingers as well. 

Suddenly, you released his fingers with an audible pop between your lips. 

“Oh my,” you giggled. “That was um…quite something.” 

You let his hand go, trying not to get too disappointed in the loss of contact. 

“I suppose it’s only fair I come closer…” You offered as you hed the dessert delicately between your hands like you were cupping the last bit of water. 

You walked daintly around the round table like you were balancing on a tightrope. You stood in front of him, with your back against the table.

Jervis stood up from his seat, his one hand holding your hands and the cake in place. While the other he used to smudge some icing on his fingers. 

The icing was much cooler on your flesh than you had expected, given the warm temperature of the room and the heat from Jervis’ skin causing it to slightly melt on his fingers. Jervis painted the top of your chest with the icing before he licked it off. Casually, he nibbled your skin here and there and suckled where parts of the icing refused to be devoured. 

Your breathing became labored and heavy, you whined in a high pitch tone whenever he pricked your skin with his teeth unknowingly. It was getting more and more difficult to keep up the role of an innocent curious person when all you really wanted was to absolutely ravish this man. 

There wasn’t much left of the cake, mostly crumbs on the plate and along your upper body. Your chest was sticky with frosting and Jervis’ saliva.

You were still rendered stunned and breathless. Your mind was scrambling to find the appropriate dialogue to continue this scenario you’re playing out. 

“M-Mr. Hatter, don’t forget we also have tea…” You sighed as you looked over to your side at the teapot and teacup. 

However, before you could maneuver your way to get the tea. A hand cupped your chin and stopped you from turning around. Jervis’ thumb caressed your chin from side to side.

“Oh, no, no, no, my dear Alice, here allow me.” He offered.  

Jervis leaned into you further, your chests met as he poured the cup of tea over your shoulder. When the tea was poured, he slowly backed away from you, but only so he could bring the cup up to his lips. 

How you yearned to be a porcelain teacup in that very moment. 

Jervis sipped the tea but did not drink it yet. You didn’t notice this until his thumb gently parted your lips before colliding his lips with yours. 

A warm liquid soon flooded your mouth. When you gasp in surprise, some tea cascaded down your chin and neck. You made sure to drink whatever tea stayed in your mouth, casually sucking on Jervis’ tongue too which tasted sweet with cake but slightly bitter with tea. 

Jervis was quick to also lick and suckle on the tea that you missed much like the cake before. 

Your legs were getting wobbly and you felt light headed. You braced yourself on Jervis’ shoulders as you decided to sit down on the table. 

“A-Apologies,” you panted. “I-I was feeling lightheaded.” 

Jervis chuckled deeply. One hand on your cheek and the other was slowly leaving feather-light touches along your leg. The hand on your leg, slowly pushing your skirt up on the table, revealing more of your legs and…the lack of underwear you wore. 

Jervis gasped softly. “Oh…naughty, naughty, Alice. Does it feel good when I touch you like this?” 

“Y-Yes…” You sighed into his ear. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and you linked your ankles around his back as you crashed your lips against his once more. Jervis made quick work to remove his trousers and underwear before his hands went back around your waist to hold you. 

Until one hand reaches for another small pastry behind you. 

You felt that familiar cool sticky feeling along the inside of your thighs. You gasped softly at the temperature drop and slick texture of the icing. The fingers coated in frosting soon met your slightly damp lips. Jervis swirled his finger between your folds, gathering your slick as well before he thrusted his finger inside of you. 

You choked on your words. Your brain short circuiting between his name and his alias. All you knew was that you wanted to whine out for more. 

He quickened his pace which caused you to become even more of a breathless mess. Your arms got weak like your legs and you fell flat on your back on top of the table. 

Finally, feeling that sweet friction you had been craving since the start. Until he abruptly, pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth. Jervis sucked and licked his fingers diligently, making sure they were clean. 

Jervis chuckled softly, in pure glee. “You, my sweet, sweet Alice are sweeter than any pastry. Oh yes, better than any dessert or the perfect cup of tea!”

It was his turn for his breathing to be labored as he gently stroke his cock. He aimed his head at your entrance. 

“P-Please…” you weakly moaned out. “Oh, please…Mr. Hatter.”

Your back slightly bent upward at the swift pentration but the pressure of finally being filled made you see stars in the back of your vision. 

The room became a cacophony of moans, groans, and the clanking and clinking of plates, cups, and pots. The table even groaned at the weight of your bodies and Jervis’ fast thrusts. 

Jervis’ hands were steady kneading your chest through the fabric of the dress while you two remained in a heavy passionate exchange of kisses and tongues. Your legs grew weak again, slight tingling sensations from holding them up for so long. Jervis was quick to grip your thighs and keep them secured around him, not daring to have this delicious proximity broken. 

The skin along your neck, shoulder, and collar bone were being tickled by Jervis’ fanning pants. His thrusts were getting deeper, but slower almost as if he was hesitating both of your peaks. 

“Please…” He gulped some air, before he whispered in your ear. “Please, please, will you…won’t you…let me finish inside you? Please?” 

Jervis begging like that shouldn’t have made your heart skip a beat like that. He’s only ever asked once before, and you were just unsure of the outcome. However now in this moment, it was super hard to say no. Not to mention, you wanted to know what it would be like. 

“Yes…yes, you can. Just please…don’t stop.” You finally answered. 

If it were any other scenario, you’d find the way Jervis’ face lit up and his eyes gleamed to be adorable. Although, in this moment, it made him look unhinged. 

He finally went the speed you needed, the fast and thick friction as he entered every time, more deeper than the last it seemed. More glassware was likely being shattered on the floor, but that could be worried about at another time. 

Your muscles from your chest, to your stomach, to the tip of your fingers and toes began tightening. Each muscle being pulled by your nerves waiting to be sparked with pleasure. 

Your facade was long gone as you began choking between moans and gasps of his name. Jervis didn’t seem to mind though, if his heated kisses sparked by tiny bites and his quick thrusts were any indicator. 

Finally, the knot in your gut came unraveled. Your nerves finally lit in electrifying satisfying tingles all over your body. Your legs convulsed at the feeling, causing your grip around Jervis’ waist to tighten slightly. 

As your walls chocked Jervis’ cock as you orgasmed. Jervis was ready to reach his end as well, knowing that you were fully satisfied first. His head was still reeling you would let him cum in you. He never thought it would happen, all he wanted was to be closer to you than before. To be in you, be a part of you, you to have a part of him. 

Jervis stilled his motions as he let out a pathetic, tired groan. You inhaled sharply at the feeling of him filling you up. 

He leaned down and began planting soft kisses all along your temple and face. Reluctantly, he slowly pulled out causing you both to groan from the loss contact. You cried out lightly when you felt his fingers promptly push themselves back in and stay in. 

“I had to act in haste. We wouldn’t want any of this to go to waste.” 

You nodded as you laid your head back. You did all that you could to catch your breath and control your heartbeat. 

“I suppose we made quite the mess…” You muttered, as you noticed the lack of supplies on the table. 

Jervis snickered. “Nothing to worry about, my dear! It’ll all be ready next time you’re here!”

“The next time?” You inquired, genuinely, not in character. 

“Why of course! After all, it’s always tea time here, especially with you, Alice, my dear.”

[mari-m-rose]

Closing the R

Hewo it's me again, as usual hope you are having a nice day.

Just came by to tell you I just closed my Redbubble! Not only because of the new terms but also because I kinda want to offer print files in my future Patreon. So, I just wanted to say thanks. Because I remember some followers and mutuals from here bought some of my things and well, thank you so much for the support!!!! Even if it was years ago! It made me really happy ♥ (I still have photos from happy clients saved in my PC for when I'm depressed hehe). And hopefully I can finally mutter the courage to open the Patreon with this small step... Or just become a tiny bit more active would suffice for me.

[shiny-jr]

Hi! Me again (you probably don’t remember me lmao)

Butttt, I’m taking a crack at writing a yandere story for once (because hehe horror and dark themes) and I hit a stump because I have no idea how to write it out.

You’re a yandere author, do you have any tips or recommend anything to reference off of? ima probably pop in here and there so ima be…

magical girl anon? (Idk lol)

So I've done a few of these before, but here's a most recent one that I answered a while back. Hopefully this suffices.

[bwokeback]

2, 25, 41, 45, 47, 48, 54, 56, 60, 63, 69 teehee

2. Your 5 favorite spots to be stimulated.

— tdick, both holes lol, neck, and nips ofc

25. How often do you masturbate?

— usually at least once a day or every other day. since my top surgery tho i haven’t!! i’ll hopefully see my bf soon after i get back from my parents house so maybe i’ll just save myself for him until then hehe

41. Do you like your butt?

— i think it is flat but it is cute i won’t lie

45. Do you have or want any genital piercings? Do you like any on other people?

— i personally don’t want any piercings (i love tats tho) but i’ve hooked up w someone w a tdick hood piercing and that was very hot so i would recommend lol

47. Do you ever “edge” (repeatedly stop and start) when masturbating?

— i am admittedly very undisciplined so if i start i plan to finish LMAO. i’ll have to let my bf edge me bc that’s rly hot to me but i feel like i would be cranky… i will try not to be tho

48. What’s the longest masturbation session you’ve had? Longest sex session?

— um ive prob spent a good few hours on a weekend morning jerking off bc why not? idk for sure how long i’ve had sex the longest like consecutively? but maybe like an hour idk.. once i cum i’m typically satisfied for at least an hour but otherwise it just depends on my endurance/how long a partner wants to go.

54. Have you ever had sex in a public place?

— yes? i’ve messed around/mutually masturbated w my bf in the back row of a very close to empty movie theater so does that count? i love the idea of it tho if it’s like privately public like that haha

56. Strangest/most unique place you’ve had sex? How about masturbated?

— ig the prev answer would suffice for the first part. and for the second hmm i would have to say in one of the hidden parts of one of the libraries at my college. it was under my jacket dw

60. Have you had or do you want to have a threesome (or foursome, or more)?

— i’ve had a threesome before w my ex and someone they trust and it was fun! funny story they knew each other longer than i had known my ex and they are now dating. it’s been almost a year since so now i can appreciate that it’s funny. i’d be up to a 3 or 4some but i’d have to rly know or be cool with everyone involved. and have everyone be tested too

63. What are your favorite positions?

— my face in some boypussy, his legs around my neck. that but him and i swapped. shit i rly need to see him again so i can uhh remember how to answer this. also anytime and any way he rides my strap 🥺🥺

69. What’s something you like about your body?

— i like my dick bc it is very cool and i grew it myself . i also like that my bf can get me to squirt which i cannot do by myself

[asktheisle]

Star Sending Event Wishlist

Nat:

anything with dragon motifs

a starmap

books about legendaries or constellations

"Hello secret sender! To be honest I don't think I have a lot that I absolutely want or need...but I appreciate anything you put thought into!"

Gabe:

a portable, waterproof speaker

vinyls of old funk music

blank cassette tapes

rare berries to grow on the island

"I like to think I have most things taken care of, but my cousin wanted me to try this out anyway. Any of these would be great to have, and I appreciate it. Don't go out of your way finding anything though, no need to bust your back."

Oscar:

empty glass bottles

a new Expert Belt

a few Dusk Stones

any stories

a cuatro (OOC: basically this verse's equivalent of a Puerto Rican guitar)

"I think I'm a little too old to be making a wishlist, hahah! But I'll humor my sons. Truth be told, I'm happy enough hearing about your day! I love listening to others and just having a nice conversation. Anything suffices with me dear sender, don't stress yourself for my sake."

Luxu:

a bunch of blankets!

maybe a wishiwashi plushie? but the big one, the... school form i think-

glowy stars!

"I had to get Nat'a to help me make sure I wrote things correct, but hi! I know it's a little silly to want glowy stars on an island that glows, but I wanna stick them all over the cave my tio likes to stay in. The wishiwashi doesn't have to be big! I don't think I can carry around something the size of a real school of wishiwashi. Thank you! C:"

Quetzalcoatl:

the best cabbage and/or lettuce you can find

clothes for his human appearance

"Bit crazy for a legendary to be asking for things, huh? I don't need much, really! Some extra clothes would be useful to have though, I lack...what are kids saying these days...'drip'? I think that's it, that one word that makes Nat cringe hehe. Either way secret sender, I appreciate anything you do."

--

OOC NOTES

Get silly if you wanna! These are just some ideas for the gang, and if you don't feel for any of these you can go to their ref page (should hopefully be linked) and find their likes and dislikes located there.

For Nat specifically-if any of those dragon motifs are based around Reshiram it'll hold some extra significance to them c;

[peredhellen]

❛   nay, see ! the wind has turned, beware your aim !   ❜ the young elf's laugh trickles as the flow of a mountain creek, and he nods toward the bushes now caressed by a west wind. ❛   we shall then see whose fletchings are better.   ❜ youthful competitiveness brings but a flush to the tips of their ears, and it is all in good humour. so rarely does legolas leave the mirkwood, one ought to make the most of it. [ delivering the legolas you ordered hehe younglings on a hunt ? younglings on a hunt ! ALSO HI IT'S BEEN AGES 🥺 ]

@luredeep

     Elladan is well acquainted with both Legolas and their competitiveness. The latter he feels all too often himself when embroiled in friendly contest. It is perhaps a trait innate — to be so zealous, that is — in all twins. That would not surprise him, but this is not Elrohir he is facing off against. Him, Elladan knows he can defeat if it is his bow arm pinned against his. Legolas is another story, however. The fingers deciding starting course of the arrow are as precise as their eyes are keen.

       Elladan thrives under this type of pressure, however. A challenging glint touches upon his eyes as he adjusts his aim to accommodate for the changing wind. It proves particularly capricious today.  ❛  Ah, but I would not strive for superiority over the legendary archers of your homeland!  ❜  The arrow is loosed, its whistle a pitch bespeaking its speed and ( hopefully lasting! ) resistance to the gales.  ❛  Perhaps I shall be content with fletchings that match yours in greatness. It will suffice in my present company.  ❜

[constellationcrowned]

~"Bark, bark! Hehe~" (for Kari bc she's having fun.)

"Ugh not this again...." The star-reader folds his arms across his chest, the picture of stalwart immovability. "I thought that....form....of yours was supposed to STOP YOU FROM TURNING FERAL not accelerate it." The word 'form' is wreathed with clear distaste, a sentiment that's quickly dispelled the second that Kariom realizes how the truth resonating through the rest of his words could be taken. It was supposed to do that and while he might feel contempt for mavericks and what they did---or more accurately, what they didn't stand for---Miche and a few others were special cases and if THAT MAVERICK DIDN'T DO ITS JOB.....

Too close. Too close by far.

"....I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure your head is just fine even with ALL THE BARKING YOU'RE DOING." It was an apology of sorts---the sort that Miche was used to---and hopefully it'd suffice.

[sungbeam]

I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY THIS APP HATES ME!!! i wanted to rb flight risk and party people so bad but tumblr crashes whenever i try.. but WOW !!!!!!!!!!! ur fics are soooooooo amazing 🥺💖💖💖💖💖 flight risk gave me so many warm fuzzy feelings omggg i loved it so much 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧 i will be eagerly awaiting your next fic 💝 -spookyunwon

AHHH NAUUR OMG IT HATES ME TOO DW 🤧🤧 what i usually do is reblog one of my reblogs (if that makes sense) and usually that allows me to rb w/o the app crashing :') hopefully that's helpful cries

ur SO SWEET OMG :(( TYSM FOR READING FLIGHT RISK AND PARTY PEOPLE ❤️❤️❤️ dkgnskfnkd makes me so soft knowing it gave u the fuzzies hehe hopefully that sufficed for a valentines day experience ;D please do look forward to/stay tuned for future fics ☺️😚

[seoafin]

sorry if you answered this before! I didn’t see it. But do you think, in the future probably, that the reader would tell Satoru about the kiss with Suguru? Or is that just going into the vault and never coming out again AKSJJS

anon the words "or is that just going into the vault and never coming out again" made me LAUGH

“What’s with that look?” you ask weakly.

Face cradled in the palm of his hand, his eyes are wide behind his circular shades as he looks at you blankly. You’ve never seen him shocked speechless, and a part of you is still waiting for the punchline, the part where he snaps out of it and laughs, before asking you how it’s possible that you’ve only kissed one person in all your years of existence (unlike him of course, he’s popular with the other gender, unlike you). Suguru was too, as you were always subject to very pretty, giggling girls coming up to the two in droves, shyly pushing scraps of paper scribbled with long digits into their hands while you applauded their boldness. 

This was a bad idea. You should’ve just laughed his question off, but you had been taken off guard, tongue tied into a knot as you grappled with what to say. It was just a joke— Satoru making fun at your nonexistent love life to spark a reaction from you, the same as always. But in the end, the resulting silence from your end had been responsible for the aforementioned expression on the face of the boy across from you.

Your face is burning, palms clammy as you trip over your words. “It was just—just a—kiss.” It feels illicit, telling him, like you did something wrong, and you feel exposed under his stare. “I don’t know why he...” you trail off, squeezing your fists on your lap.

It was just a kiss. You can still remember the way Suguru’s lips had slanted over yours, his hand curled around your waist. And his tongue—

The image brings a new wave of heat that engulfs your body. You swallow the lump in your throat with a dry mouth as you break eye contact to stare down at the floor. It feels like an eternity stretched thin between the two of you as you sit in silence while you fidget with your skirt.

You peek upwards, to steal a glance at him, even though he hasn’t moved an inch as he just… looks at you, and you can’t tell whether he’s surprised at the thought Suguru would kiss you, or disconcerted.

Clearing your throat, you stand on numb legs. You don't meet his eyes. "I think I hear… uh, Yaga-sensei calling.”

With that, you hightail it out of the room. And for the first time in your life, you’re unsure of where your relationship with Satoru stands.

[rosylamb]

why do you like cemeteries?

Oh!

You must have read my ‘about’ page I suppose. c:

Well, cemeteries are beautiful to me!

They’re so peaceful and poetic.

The atmosphere is different. It is both strange and sacred. I feel quite drawn to them.

The unique architectural workmanship . . . the oddities of each grave.

They all have a story to tell!

There’s much history and so much to think about. c:

Those who are buried inside did live once as I did after all!

Should I not reflect on the forgotten every once in a while, too?

Life is so fragile and complicated! Then it is to the earth we return once more. What a bizarre thing that is! If you really think about it.

Yet in that odd sense we’re all connected, aren’t we?

I’ve almost died before myself so perhaps I’m simply inclined to think of such things, however. :’)

Thank you for the ask! I’m not sure if that was a good enough answer, but I did try and hope that it helps!

Much love, light, and blessings for your day! I wish you a truly bright and beautiful weekend, my friend!

Stay safe and take care of yourself please!

･ﾟﾟ*:･ﾟ*｡ ✿ 🤍🌹

[pleasingsatellite]

Hey you can make a blurb where camille (hehe I love her) comments on some y/n post and y/n is like "what 👁️👄👁️"

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people After a breakup with model Camille Rowe it seems like Harry Styles is back in the dating game with actress y/n! They were spotted grabbing coffee together in London yesterday afternoon.

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harryfan1 OMG I LOVE HER YES

y/nfan1 god I hope everyone’s nice to her 😔

harryfan2 oh to be getting coffee with Harry in London

harryfan1 where do I know her from?

↳ y/nfan2 she’s the lead actress on Normal People

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yourinstagram July photo dump ✨

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y/nfan1 normal people slay

y/nfan2 queen I love you

harryfan1 hey girly….you dating harry 😗

y/nfan2 where ya going with those bags girl?

↳ yourinstagram shhh it’s a secret

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yourinstagram coachella bound 🌴

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harryfan1 SHES GOING TO COACHELLA 

y/nfan1 have fun bestie

fingermonkey see you there!

↳ yourinstagram 😗

harryfan2 not the comment by Camille omg

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y/nupdates y/n at coachella! She was telling fans she’s so excited for Harry’s set tonight and that they’ll love what he’s wearing!

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y/nfan1 YESYESYES

harryfan1 what do we think he’s going to wear????

y/nfan2 imagine being besties with Phoebe Bridgers and dating Harry Styles at the same time

y/nfan3 I love her outfit omg

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yourinstagram expecting a song about peaches next album harrystyles

harryfan1 CONFIRMATION FINALLY

y/nfan1 the prettiest

harryfan2 he’ll do it too let’s be real

harrystyles writing it right now

↳ yourinstagram that’s what I like to hear

I didn’t want to make the interaction with Camille rude so hopefully this suffices 🥺

[ssahotchnerr]

okay so my idea was that reader is the first girl that hotch has dated since haley died and they’ve been together for a while when he says he’s ready to take it to the next level, and just as it starts he loses it, starts crying, and she comforts him and asks if he wants to continue and the rest is up to you! i love hurt and comfort.

omg i will cry

tw; nsfw, mentions of death, grief

please this would be such a bittersweet moment for aaron :( <3 he would be so excited to take the next step in your relationship but the guilt would so overwhelming at first. like yes he and haley have been separated for a while, but his first time after would result in so many different emotions all at once, revolving around both you and haley. he would have mentally prepared himself for this too, but that’s nothing compared to it actually happening.��

of course, you would immediately comfort him and profusely assure him that if he isn’t ready yet, there’s perfectly nothing wrong with that. but he would feel. so. bad. because of haley of course, but he also wouldn’t want you to question where your relationship is at with him; he would be so scared that it would somehow make you feel as if you aren’t enough or doing enough. but that’s not true!  this would definitely result in the two of you talking it out, regardless if you both move forward in this particular moment. 

and if he feels comfortable enough to take that next step, (or just whenever he does) the two of you would have the sweetest sex ever ohmygod <3 he would take suchhh good care of you and vice versa. you would constantly check in on him to make sure he’s still doing alright and given this is the first time he’s had sex again since haley, and it’s with you, he’s way more than alright. the guilt is gone, and he’s solely focused on making sure he’s making you feel good and focused on just you overall. and after this, he definitely doesn’t hesitate to initiate anything in the future <3

i know this isn’t in like a fic format or anything so i hope that suffices! this is literally just my starting point and hopefully i get better as time goes on!! 🫶🏻 so y’all better keep sending in thoughts hehe

[peculiar-lover]

A Push towards you (Neville x reader)

Neville encountered some awful boys that eventually led You, the reader, to help him out 

Neville was walking to the green house with a small plant in his hand. Professor sprout allowed him to take it to observe it more throughout the day and boy has he learned so much. Neville couldn't take his eye off his little magical plant noticing every petal and thinking of it's specialties.

He was distracted so much so that Goyle and Crabbe decided to knock his joyful expression by tripping him and pushing him hard to ensure that he fell. Neville fell along with the plant and the soil falling everywhere. The two awful boys walked away laughing. Neville quickly got to his knees and attempted to pick up as much soil as quickly as he can. Why why why?! Why is it always me? Neville questioned himself and fought hard with himself to not shed a tear from his frustration. Neville then noticed as a pair of hands entered his view and when he looked up he saw you.

You were too focused on trying to help Neville pick up the soil to notice him stopping mid-action, staring at you. Once you managed to pick up all the soil you clapped your hands clean and locked eyes with Neville.

❤️Gryffindor y/n: "Your welcome!" 

💛Hufflepuff y/n: "oh uhm no need to worry! I wanted to help"

💙Ravenclaw y/n: "Well, what I understand from the situation, a thank you would suffice"

💚Slytherin y/n: "A thank you would be nice."

Neville focused back to reality. "Oh, th-thank you, really." He grabbed his plant and quickly got up on his feet. You got up along with him and wiped the soil from your skirt. You chuckled a lil, "it was no problem, those two boys really are some assholes, they need to be hexed I'm telling you." You looked down the hallway where the two went off and glared but quickly went soft as you looked back at Neville. "I like your plant by the way, it looks really pretty. Well, see you around!" You smiled at Neville and walked to the great hall.

Neville was too mesmerized to let out any words and he just stayed staring at you watching you leave him to his thoughts. Neville shook his head once more to wake himself up from his swooning and started to walk towards the green house so he can run back to the grand hall.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Neville awkwardly walked to his Gryffindor table, observing every table to see if he could find you. He sat down and again went back to his search and eventually found you sitting at the y/h table. Godrick, they're beautiful. Neville was now able to look at you from a distance in a discrete way. Or so he thought.

"NEVILLE MAN! You know if you keep starting at pretty ol'  L/n there, you might scare them away!" Seamus hardly tapped Neville on his back advising him.

"I-I wasn't staring" Neville pouted but tried not to look Seamus in the eyes for he is good at knowing when he lies. "Sure you won't, and I'm not a bloody wizard." Seamus laughed out.

Neville felt embarrassed not only that he was caught smitten but also that you had also caught Seamus' eyes.  Neville didn't have a chance against any bloody Boy especially since all of them were in his exact shoes. Seamus interrupted Before Neville could go down the rabbit hole of bringing himself down, "To be honest Neville, It ain't going to do you any good just staring, you have to actually do something to get with them." Seamus said.

"Well, I don't know how else to talk to y/n. I don't know them very well or have-" Seamus pulled Neville out of his seat before he could finish. "C'mon Neville, I've got a plan." Seamus sounded excited pulling Neville through the great hall and outside of it.

"Seamus what are we doihaaaa-"Neville tried asking but then Seamus pushed him hard making him bump into someone and dropping whoever it was along with their books. Neville started to apologize and was met with your eyes once more.

You looked annoyed at first but when you saw Neville, your eyes went soft. "Oh hello again. I find it funny every time we encounter each other we were both pushed down to the floor." You giggled and tried picking yourself up. Neville quickly held out his hand for you and you hesitantly accepted. He pulled you up and quickly went to pick up all your books.

"Thank you..." you started but held out so he could introduce his name.

Neville had to shake his head again to bring back his focus, "N-Neville, Neville Longbottom." He smiled.

"Neville Longbottom, thank you." You smiled and lingered a bit. Even though Neville was the one who was falling hard, you too were hoping that you could talk to him more. You felt a little discouraged as he said nothing more. You frowned slightly, "well hopefully we can see each other again, maybe not on the floor next time." You smiled and started to walk away.

"W-we can see each other again soon, if you want." Neville blurted making you halt and face him again. "I-I promise I won't push you down again (a.n hehe maybe in the other way 😉) and I won't encounter you on the ground." He was rubbing the back of his neck avoiding eye contact so you wouldn't see how extremely nervous he felt.

"I'd like that actually," you giggled, "maybe the greenhouse? Later today, after classes? I would love to learn more about the plants your tending to." You squished your books to your chest to contain your fluttering heart.

"Brilliant." Neville smiled. You smiled back and walked away

"Atta boy Nevilleeeee." Seamus interrupted with hard clapping.

[catcze]

Oh, Catte, my beloved... The bracelet is so beautiful. Goodness, did I cry when I took it out of the envelope. It's almost as beautiful as you are, I love it so much! I'm never ever taking this off. Oh starlight I'm so happy, you may as well have just proposed! I love you so so much, thank you💜💜💜

I'm glad Cyno is doing well for himself these days! It's not really that complex of a spell, simple transmutation really, but I'm sure he didn't want to overwhelm you. He may not talk a lot but trust me; he cares. I should write him sometime, if only so the next time an emergency arises he won't think I only remember he exists when I need his help, hehe... I'm joking of course, he's not the kind of person to care. I do still owe him a favor though. Two, now that he's gone out of his way to teach my girlfriend magic, and specifically for helping you make me this wonderful present. Send along my thanks please, but please don't mention that I said I'd write him, just in case I somehow forget to. You know me, heh..

Also I'm a little surprised to hear that name again! Collei was quite the visitor when she was here a few years ago, it's a long story, and one I doubt very much she'd want me to tell. Suffice to say she and Amber are good friends, but I'm sure she already asked you about her as soon as you mentioned Mondstadt. I'm so relieved to hear she's safe, and studying medicine no less! Tell her I'm proud of her. She'll do great things in her life.

I must admit I'm slightly bothered to hear that so many scholars accosted my poor babygirl to ask if I'd return, I'm so sorry darling. If they give you any more trouble, oh I'll come visit alright. To dispense punishment(although I'd definitely grab some food on the way as we left). Speaking of food, that's so sweet of you to offer to learn the local cuisine just for me~ you're so thoughtful, it's one of the many many things I love about you. My reputation around the school is honestly the only accomplishment you'll find though sweetheart. I wasn't really all that social there, aside from talking to the professors and scholars. I couldn't afford to procrastinate if I wanted to learn everything I could. Funny, that sounds completely unlike me, now doesn't it~ Those lectures can be tiresome at first, did they provide you with the appropriate reading materials, or are you only listening? I still have my copy of the first semester alchemy textbook--it's only about 800 pages, but they're packed to the brim with knowledge. I still reference it sometimes.

Like I mentioned though, most of my time in Sumeru was spent at the Academy or at the local restaurants. If you wanted food recommendations, those I can provide, but unfortunately I won't be of much use otherwise. Sorry cutie~

[the next page of the letter is a list of local restaurants, many with recommended dishes written next to them. There's also a fair number of heart shapes and "I love you"s doodled around the edges of the paper]

I hope you'll try at least some of those and tell me what you think. The more you talk about it honestly, the more it's beginning to grow on me. I do want to go back and visit with you, my love. I miss it, even if I don't want to admit that. It would be so much fun to sight see with you, being able to just meander aimlessly through the city, not a care in the world, and with you by my side... That sounds amazing. I'd want nothing more. Perhaps for our honeymoon~? [the last sentence of the paragraph is crossed out with a single streak of ink cutting through it]

Your photos are all amazing, darling. I just wish I had as many to send you in return, but unfortunately I don't own a camera, nor can I afford to leave the library long enough to travel to Liyue and buy one. That being said, Albedo does have one, and he already took that first photo. Darling, I'm curious, and please, *please* say no if it would bother you even slightly. If I... Perhaps wanted to take some... Pictures, just for your enjoyment~ ...would you mind if I had Albedo continue to serve as the photographer? I want my baby to be thinking of me, especially since I'm not there to pleasure you myself~💜 again, PLEASE say no if you'd have any problem with that. Or I could ask Jean if that would be better. I just want to treat my princess to some candy~

That line is going to have me up all night, I swear. I do wish I was there for you in every sense, but goodness does my heart ache for you. I miss the way you taste so much, my precious little munchkin~ you're not going to sleep at all the first night you're back in my arms, I hope you know that. I'm going to edge you so hard you'll cry for me, hehe~ I'm a little peeved you didn't take notice of my comment about punishing you! There will be ropes involved when you return to me. Just the way you always like it, cutie~ tell me, how bad do you miss me? Miss my tongue you love so much~? Don't worry baby--you'll get everything you could ever want for when you come home. I can't wait to taste you~ goodness, excuse me a moment baby... I need to scratch an itch before I finish writing this letter, hehe...~

Okay, I'm back. That was quite the itch, it just kept coming back~ that picture you sent with this letter may have helped with that... Celestia, you're so so beautiful, my rose..~ I love you so much.

Where was I... Ah yes. I'm very glad you've been eating and sleeping properly. Such a good girl you always are~💜 and don't worry; I'm taking care of myself as well. I've been becoming more adjusted to the late nights lately, since your letters often arrive around this hour(it's 11:30 right now, although up until a page ago it had been 10:15, hehe...). I don't mind it at all, since you know I love to sleep in anyway. I love reading your letters sweetheart. They truly do carry your love across the distance. I'm so happy that you're my partner. I love you so so much. I reread your letters every day, they put such a smile on my face.

Also, what's this about ideas you're having ever since I mentioned the uniform? Tell me!! Pretty please~? 💜

I'm going to call my letter to a close here, before I end up needing a bigger envelope, hehe~ I love you so much, starlight. Please take care, and I hope you're well rested when you read this. Hopefully I can put a smile on your beautiful face. I just wish I was there to see it. I love you so much, take care and write me back when you can, promise~?

Yours Always,

- Lisa 🌺💜

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Hi, love, I’m so happy that you like your gift! I love you very much as well— hopefully it can give you comfort on some particularly hard nights where I cannot be with you, dearest. Sort of like a reminder that although I cannot be there with you in person, you always carry a piece of my heart with you, you know?

I’ll be sure to relay your message to Cyno and Collei! They were rather surprised when they found out I was your girlfriend, haha! In a good way, of course— they’ve been great company so far.

And don’t worry about the other scholars, Lisa dear. I can handle them plenty fine. I’m sure they’ll go running if I even so much as imply that you wouldn’t be pleased with them for their behavior, my love. They wouldn’t want to mess with one of the best sorcerers to ever roam those halls, you know?

Regarding the lectures, they offered to loan me some textbooks actually, but I had to turn them down since, well, I am just an observer, and carrying so many books with me to and fro would weigh me down. Still, although I sometimes get confused while I observe, It’s such a fun and interesting experience! I can’t say I’m remembering every bit of knowledge I hear, but I’ve definitely learned at least a thing or two.

Just yesterday, there was a bit of a lull in lectures that I was attending— something about one of the scholars who had agreed to host me taking their class out to fieldwork, and I was unable to accompany them. So I took the time to check out some of the restaurants you listed for me! I went to just one of them for lunch, since I didn’t want to get too full throughout the day, and I enjoyed it very much!! I included a picture of one of the dishes you noted for me (a best seller of theirs, apparently) and I didn’t regret purchasing it at all. It was so good! In my free time, it’s one of the recipes that I hope to familiarize and bring back home to you— I think you’ll rather like it, especially since there’s no meat. Hopefully I’ll get good enough at making it that you’ll be able to savor the flavor too!

Though, I don’t mind either if you’d rather return with me next time, and we can have a dinner date here? I really like the ambiance of the place— its both romantic and private. And the view from the balcony here is absolutely magical. Or we can maybe visit a couple of the other restaurants you’ve recommended to me? I doubt that I’ll be able to try all of them this time, and being able to experience it with you would make the experience a million times better.

Also, regarding the photos you mentioned— well, I’m fine with it if you are. As long as you’re comfortable with whoever is photographing you love, then it’s perfectly alright with me. Besides, I know that we’re devoted to each other, so there’s no cause for me to be uncomfortable 💞 If you so wish to grant me such photos, I eagerly await them, love! They’re not the same as you being here, of course, but I’m sure they could help me with how much I miss you.

And ah, sending such things only makes me miss you more! Perhaps I should take a good, long rest before I come back to Mondstadt, if you plan to keep me up all night. And who says I didn’t notice your comment? Perhaps I was just teasing you by keeping quiet about it, especially if I know what’s awaiting me back home. And yes, I miss you so so much, I miss your tongue and you lips, your touch on my skin, the way you hold me and make me feel so good each and every time— Love, really, if your intention with that letter was to get me all worked up, then safe to say you’ve succeeded. My, I doubt I’m going to be getting any sleep tonight, thinking of you.

And regarding that bit about the Academy uniform… well, I might have found a local seamstress who was willing to make me a version of it, tailored to my measurements. It’s not ready quite yet, but hopefully I can send you some photographs soon 💞

By the way, love, there’s no need to have to wait up for my letters, not if you’re not getting enough sleep! I don’t mind waiting a bit for your reply as long as I know you’re sleeping on time. I worry about you as much as you worry about me, so for both your sake and mine, promise me you’ll get enough sleep? Either way, though, I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself, dearest. It makes me happy, knowing that you and the others are doing well. I love you very, very much you know? Please continue to stay safe, dearest, and know that I’m always missing you.

And, well, regarding a proper proposal, though I can’t say I haven’t thought of it before (how could I not? I can fully envision spending the rest of my life with you) I would much prefer if I were able to give you the ring and ask you in person, love. That being said, take the bracelet as a promise that I’ll return to you soon— and hopefully with a ring that I think you’ll like and a question that I plan to ask you.

All the best wishes, dearest. I love you very much 💞

—Catte 💞