#i wanted this for his brithday

[lilgynt]

i’m soooo talented i can cry about a fake birthday’s party almost a month after my birthday

[klonoadoortophantomile]

why do all of my mutuals who played skylanders when they were younger only care abt swapforce this is so sad

[chaoticloving]

Yacht

Harry styles x actress!reader

Summary: Harry worries something is wrong during a family trip to Italy, turns out your just horny

Warning: sex to get pregnant lol

Italy, it was always Italy.

As two high profile A-listers, Harry Styles and Y/n Y/L/N-Styles could never go anywhere without being caught. Once in the car, another in the street, and of course at concerts and premieres.

Vacation was another highly intense time for the couple, but it was only amped up to the max because of the Love on Tour's ending.

The night of the final show, Harry had his wife, mum, and sister in his dressing room. As the tour has lasted literal years, he figured he owed everyone some sort of gift: gift giving was his love language. He got the lovely couple of the band, Sarah and Mitch, and the little love-bug, a couple of odd-ball things he knew they would all like. He got similar items for the rest of the crew, personalizing them for the recipient.

His wife though, along with his mum and sister, he believed were owed some time with him. Call him selfish but Harry really did miss being with his family, and it was clear from the thousands of messages and voicemails that they all missed him deeply too. So he figured, why not Italy?

Italy is his go to place for relaxing, despite the constant paparazzi, it was quite peaceful when out in the water or in his shared home. Not only that, but his mother truly adores the country and the history; he feels he owes it to her for putting up with all of his shenanigans when he was younger, he knows he wasn't as easy as Gemma was, and stardom really did exacerbate it. But he's better now--Y/n has whipped him into shape--and he's wealthy enough to go to Italy as much as Anne wants.

Gemma just loves the opportunity to gossip with Y/n, along with the chance to sun bathe on the yacht. She was a simple person to please, and would be appreciative for a coffee and croissant.

Y/n, though, his love, isn't one that can be shown love to through gifts, at least expensive gifts. Her net worth is the same as his, but beside all of that, she is extermly picky about what she wants. All of her brithday gifts are something she specifically told Harry, from brand to color, nothing was left for interpretation.

He thought the vaction would be good though. Y/n likes the quality time between them, how they could just be themselves with nothing stopping them.

The yacht was a perfect hit though. Anne and Gemma both loved the salty breeze of the mederterain sea, but he didn't think it was enough for Y/n. He needed something that was more of a wow factor.

Harry was nervous, biting his nails as he took Y/n down to the docks for a midnight boat outing. He planned this a bit ago, but now was second guessing the whole ordeal.

"I love the smell of Italy." Harry said, holding his hand with his wife. "Something about it...just isn’t it perfect?"

"Is it the cigarette smoke?" Y/n joked, sneaking a quick peak at the corner of Harry's mouth. "Why are you taking me to the docks?"

Harry cleared his throat. "A midnight trip since I wanted some one on one time with you."

They had reached the docks by now, and were slowly getting on. He felt Y/n's hands get tighter around his hand, squeezing every now and then while the life guard was untying the rope connecting the yacht.

Harry looked over to his wife, watching her to make sure she was enjoying herself. She was looking beautiful, hair down while her face was pointed up, looking at the night sky's stars. Her outfit was loose, a simple dress that she threw on after showering to get the sea off of her. It was one he picked out long ago, around their 6 month anniversary, and it was still beautiful.

Her wedding ring completed the look though.

A beautiful antique ring, one that looked as though it was carefully preserved throughout history, looked ethereal on her.

"Hey H?"

Her voice was beautiful too. It was no kidding she was a movie star, her voice draws you in and cages you so you could never leave--not that Harry would want to.

"Yes, Love?"

"You're staring."

Harry blinked, not what he was hoping she would say. He hates to be called out.

"Just wanting to make sure you're happy." He shrugged. "I love you s'much, and I want to give you the perfect gift."

Y/n smiled, a warming one that made Harry's legs feel like jelly. She could never get over the love she felt from Harry, his passtion ratiating from him at all times was truly sickening to the loveless.

"Harry, I love this trip." She brushed her hand through his hair. "Everything you do makes me happy."

"But, earlier, on the yacht you seemed...off."

Y/n bit her lip, looking down to the sea beside them. She didn't mean for Harry to feel disappointed in himself, but she knew exactly what caused it.

"I just had a lot on my mind..." She said, not giving much up which Harry was not happy with.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"I ran out of my birth control about a couple weeks ago, and my hormones are really messing with me." She said, hoping he would get the hint.

"So you're horny?" Harry laughed, a boy-ish grin forming on his face. "I can deal with that."

Y/n laughed and pushed his kissing face away from her neck. "Yes, but since I haven't been on birth control in a few weeks, my doctor thinks I could get pregnant."

Harry's jaw dropped, which then formed into another smile, this time one of excitement and hornieness. "So, you mean...we could start trying for a baby?"

Y/n just nodded. Harry put his hands on her face and kissed her. Her hands moved from his hair down his arms then under his shirt. Harry, bless his soul, was a little nervous to move his hand down, but when Y/n broke apart this kiss so she could strip out of her dress he had no problems.

Harry followed and took off the white shirt he was wearing before, alog with his pants. He got pushed down to a long cooler seat. Y/n strattled his hips and startedkissing him more. Harry started to trickle down to her neck, leaving a hicky closer to her boobs so no one could see. He loved the moans coming out of his love, the way he knew she was feeling good was getting himjust as turned on.

"You were horny." Harry snickered, getting back to work soon after. “Sitting on the yacht; you knew I’d fuck you if you asked.”

"I would've done something about it if my in laws weren't in the vicinity."

"My bad." Harry said, but it was half hearted as now he just really didn’t care.

The conversation didn't last long, soon enough Harry's boxers were off and Y/n bra and panties were somewhere else on the boat. "You sure? I got a condom somewhere."

"If I wasn't sure I wouldn't be off the pill." She reminded him. "What about you?"

"I've wanted a kid ever since you said 'I do'." They kissed, softly now, but Y/n soon sat on Harry's hard cock and they both moaned in ecstasy.

Harry was a little shocked to be honest, rarly they have sex without any foreplay or lube, and he doesn't think he's ever felt her so wet--he had to make sure not to cum too prematurely.

Y/n was focused on Harry and her breathing. Sex felt different now knowing they are activly trying for a child, she knows Harry's dick is the same, but something about it just made it better.

She begain to bounce, Harry's arms coming up to squeeze her boob while the other grabbed her ass. He positioned his legs and pushed up into her, again, again, and again. The repative motion was made all the diffference by one of his hands coming down to her clit to make her feelmore pleasure. She gapsed when he pintched her clit, mouth then forming a smile as he looked down to Harry's.

"Babe, I think-I think I'm gonna come." Harry groaned. "I wanna get you pregnant and it so fuckin' hot--come with me. Are you close?"

His voice was fast passed, he rushed through his words as he tried to hold off from coming. Y/n was feeling the same way though; the love, the passtion, and the idea of being pregnant was too much.

"Har, I'm about to." She groaned as Harry's hips shot up in a more paniced order. He felt crazy, moaning and looking just at her made him want to exploed. "Come with me."

Her voice trailed off and turned into a moan as Harry came inside her, no protection. It felt like heaven to the both of them, forgetting the sweat that clang to their bodies.

"I love you." Harry whispered. She was still on his dick, just collasped over him now, but she knew he said it out of love. Sex changed after marriage or after any new step within a marriage; after marriage was so loving, and they had a sense of understanding that truly could be sourced from empaths.

"I love you too." She whispered back. Giving one small kiss to his lips.

"If you get pregnant, I don't know how I'm going to top that gift." Harry jokingly sighed.

"Hm, you could give me another one." She chided. "I want a bunch of Styles babies."

"I'll love any amount of kids you want." Harry decided. "Even if its twenty."

She laughed. "No way am I going to carry twenty, maybe we'll just get some pets."

"What happened to a whole bunch?"

"Only if they're just like their daddy."

"Damn, I only wanted them if they're just like their mummy." Harry joked being distrought, groaing with faux aggrivation.

"Maybe they'll have the best of us."

"My beauty, and your personality." Harry joked, which Y/n didn't like so she jokingly shuved him. "Maybe not your personality."

[junipers-archive]

Could you do reader doing a striptease for spencer?

As a birthday gift or maybe for Valentine's day.

whoever's sending these smut requests you are single-handidly building my smut category for Spencer and I thank you.

You had waited forever for Spencer to return home, he had a particularly rough case to work on but you were cutting it close to his birthday. He'd been stationed in Seattle for 2 weeks now.

Today however was the day he came home and you could finally give him a birthday welcome, you'd already taken him to dinner, a movie and ice cream, now all that was left was to give him last present.

When you entered your apartment you got right to it, pushing him down on the sofa rather roughly. He ducked his head smiling, already somewhat aware what your plans were.

"You don't have to do this Y/n." He was looking up at you through his lashes and you couldn't help but grin back.

"Oh yes I do." You turn around playing sensual music from a small speaker resting on the coffee table.

You start by slipping off your cardigan, letting it fall to the ground, then your already skimpy-dress you'd worn that day just for him.

You crawl onto his lap, he's blushing bright red, like he hasn't seen you naked hudereds of times.

"What's wrong Doctor?" You tease, slowly grinding down upon his visible hard-on.

"N-nothing" But you know its not nothing, being dressed in a new lingerie set, the perfect shade to compliment your skin tone and his favorite color no less.

You get up from his lap, taking pride in the way he whimpers.

You begin dancing, feeling the music, swaying your hips, with your heels still on your figure is accentuated in a way that only makes him want you more.

It isn't until he starts to squirm that you drop your panties, throwing them in his direction as he starts to touch himself.

You use this to your advantage bending down opposite of him, giving him a perfect view of your ass. He groans and when you look back at him with your best doe eyes he's taken his cock out his pants, pumping it to the rythym of your swaying hips.

When he begins to beg and his breathing starts to become uneven you let your bralette fall to the ground.

Finally seating yourself on his lap once more as you kick off your heels. By this point he's gone, a whimpering mess beneath you as kiss his neck whispering praises in his ear.

When he finally reaches his climax, spurting his thick white release between you two he moans your name as you nibble on his soft spot still talking him through his orgasm.

"So good for me my brithday boy."

[much-ado-about-whomst]

I saw a post abput drunk Ness and I couldn't resist. So @blue-sunflower-bee this one's for you.

Drunk Ness fluff

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Ness will swear up in down till the day he dies that he's not a light weight. He can hold his alcohol, thank you very much.

The thing is that's a complete lie. Mike's seen him get tipsy on a Mike's Hard Lemonade. A shot of anything gets him drunker than a skunk. It's not a big deal since he doesn't drink much anyways.

Which is why Mike was suprised to see his boyfriend stumble into their house late one night after going out with some coworkers. Ness comes in giggling at nothing, and wobbling so severely that Mike gets up off the couch to help lead the taller man safely to it.

"Hello Sugar!" Ness's voice is louder than normal.

"Hey Darlin', easy now." Mike cautions as Ness trips over his own foot. "I thought you, Chris, and Jason were going bowling."

"We did!" Crise Ness as he finally made it to the safty of the couch.

"Then why are you drunk?" Mike sat down next to his silly boyfriend.

"'m not drunk." Ness pouts as he snuggles up into the warmth of Mike. "Its Chris's brithday. We had some shots in between rounds of bowling." Mike snorts and shakes his head. Ness is mesmerized by the movement of his hair. He sits up as gracefully as a newborn giraffe and starts to play with Mike's hair.

"Mike. Mike. Mike. Do you want to hear a fun fact I learned at work today?" Mike tries and fails to surpress the smile that makes its way up to his face and camps there.

"What did you learn darlin'?" Ness does a little happy wiggle, excited that someone is willing to listen to his ramblings.

"I learned from Amy that you can cook food in the dryer! She told me that her cousin's best friend did it with stake and it totally worked! Isnt that so cool? Maybe we should try that." Ness babbles as he takes his hands through Mike's hair. He starts trying to braid it, bit its too small to really amount to anything. So he gives up and runs his figners through the hair, enjoying the texture, before trying to braid it again.

"Sorry Darlin', but we are not cooking food in the dryer. No matter what Amy's cousin's best friend says." Mike's hands hold on to Ness's hips to keep him from toppeling off the couch

"But Sugar, think of the learning opportunities for Abby." Ness's puppy dog eyes were at full force and aimed right at Mike's heart. Mike steals himself before continuing.

"You can't use that as an excuse every time you want to do something."

Ness yawns real big and then replies,"I can try."

Mike makes sure Ness is sexure before standing up.

"Lets get you to bed Darlin'." He says in a hushed tone as he picks up Ness in a bridal carry and starts making his way to their room.

[luuuuucyscorner]

Can we get some Peter maximoff bf hcs pls? I miss him so much😔💔

Don't we all nonnie! I can't stop re-reading silverzoomies fics!

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

peters your dream guy if your into funny guys.

he can be a little immature sometimes

nicknames include; hot stuff, babe

will open doors and pull out chairs for you

hes a complete dork

you have to tell him "just because you can, doesnt mean you should" because this man will literally run to thailand if you say you want pad thai.

dont get me started on his ADHD

this man cannot sit still

always bouncing his leg or tapping his fingers

ARCADE DATES!!!

he would be playing lazer tag and accidentally shoot you, then beg a little kid to shoot him so he could join you. (i read this one somewhere)

LOVES PDA literally always has his hands on you somewhere

would love you if you were a worm

He's the GOD of spooning. he'd switch between little and big spoon depending on his mood.

he fell first AND he fell harder

is an absolute menace whenever you go shopping together

he's like a little kid

"can we buy this?" "no peter" "what about this?" "no peter"

ALWAYS remembers important dates

except that one time he forgot your brithday

[humanpurposes]

My Heart Belongs to Daddy part vi, modern!Aemond

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist // take the breath that's true

modern!Aemond x step-daughter

Warnings: 18+, language, family tensions

Words: 4500

A/n: Here we go, the penultimate installment! Part vii is going to be the last part and I can't really believe we're almost finished 🥲

And this is a complete coincidence I finished this today but HAPPY BRITHDAY to Ange aka @ewanmitchellcrumbs!! Consider this a little gift from me as a thank you for all your love n support 💚

Also available to read on AO3.

She wakes startled, her heart beating furiously to the sound of raised voices coming from the kitchen. 

She’s in the middle of the bed, curled up on one side with the bed sheets bunched up around her.

After the mess of last night, Cregan had gone to the pub with Jace and Baela. Evidently he hadn’t come back but his things are still strewn about her room, the brown leather holdall by the wardrobe, his t-shirt on the floor, his aftershave on her vanity.

She runs her hands over her face and forehead, groaning at the headache pulsing in her head as the shouting continues.

It’s a rarity for Alys and Aemond to get so heated, usually their arguments are a cold war of curt remarks and furious glances. She holds her breath, listening for specific words but she can’t make anything out.

It concludes with Alys shouting at the top of her lungs, “FUCK OFF THEN!” followed by the kitchen door slamming, a pair of loafers clicking against the floor of the hallway and then the front door opening and closing.

She goes to the window, pulling the curtain back just enough to see Aemond’s silver Jag pulling out of the driveway. Something about seeing him leave feels so final.

Once she’s thrown on a t-shirt and some shorts she treads carefully down the stairs, afraid to disturb the eerie silence that hangs about the house.

Alys is leaning over the counter, cradling her forehead in her other hand. She breathes deeply and slowly, the cup of coffee in front of her long forgotten. 

Finally she tries to compose herself, taking a sharp inhale through her nose, looking at her and forcing a smile, as if there aren’t tears welling in her eyes. “That’s it then,” she says, her voice hoarse from the shouting.

Panic strikes her gut like a knife, twisting and twisting until it burns. “Did he say why?”

Alys huffs bitterly. “He said it was ‘differing priorities’. Says he wants to reconnect with his family–” she licks her teeth and makes a sucking sound with her tongue– “he thinks I’ll just get in the way.”

“Is that actually what he said?”

“No.”

“Well how do you–”

“I just know!” Alys snaps and she flinches. Alys waves her hand vaguely in front of her face before she starts to rub circles against her temple. “I just… know.”

She looks down at the counter, hoping to find some way to make herself useful. There’s another cup in front of one of the stools. Black coffee, half-full. She reaches for it instinctively. She can’t see the prints of his fingertips and lips on the white ceramic, but she knows they’re there. He’s left a packet of cigarettes behind too, the same packet from the dinner party.

She pours the leftover coffee down the sink and squeezes some dish soap onto a cloth to clean it out. Her hands are shaking and she almost drops it twice.

“Gods, as if I even cared enough to interfere with his family,” Alys tuts behind her. “They never liked me.”

She can’t bring herself to disagree, but it’s not like the Targaryens are renowned for being welcome to outsiders, let alone the woman in her forties who took Alicent Hightower’s precious golden boy from her. She feels cruel for thinking that, especially because she knows she would never say that to Alys’ face. 

There’s a tapping sound coming from the counter, a nail against cardboard. She glances over her shoulder as Alys drums her fingertip against Aemond’s packet of cigarettes. Her head is tilted and she hums distantly.

“I never meant for things to go this far,” she says, “but it’s done now.”

She can still feel Aemond’s hands on her waist and stomach, pushing her against the sink and pulling her back into him.

Why end it with Alys now? Had he told her the truth? Surely this would have turned out to be a very different conversation if he had. So why didn’t he?

“I just know these last couple of months have been fucking unbearable without you.”

She slowly places the clean cup by the sink, squeezes the water and soap from the cloth and dries her hands on a tea towel.

She can feel her heartbeat in her throat, and wonders if she’ll be able to speak if she tries.

“Mum?”

Alys doesn’t look up at her, still preoccupied with the packet. “What is it darling?”

When she doesn’t respond right away Alys turns to face her. Her mother can often be distracted, even when she tries to talk to her, there always seems to be something that’s more important. Not now though. She looks at her, really looks at her, with red cheeks, dried tears and her eyebrows raised in a sympathetic expression. Focused, ready to listen to her.

There’s an old harbour down by Blackwater Bay, two tall stone walls cutting out a little corner of the shore. In the summer people like to go down to swim there because the waves aren’t as rough as they are in the open sea and the kids in King’s Landing have made a tradition of jumping from the harbour walls. She used to go with Harwin and Jace, before Luke was really old enough to swim. The wall is highest right at the end, from a slab of concrete which everyone called ‘the table’ looking out on the other side of the harbour. Every year she told Jace she would jump from the table and every year she walked along the wall and clambered up onto the concrete. She would look down at the waves, rolling, colliding and roaring as they splashed up against the harbour walls. Suddenly her body would start to tremble and she’d forget how to breathe. She never managed to do it.

Now she thinks she’d take jumping into the bay over what’s about to come.

“I’ve done something really awful.”

The train from Oldtown to King’s Landing takes four hours. Four hours when she has nowhere else to go, nothing else to do but put her headphones in and watch the snow covered hills and fields of the Reach race past in a blur of white and green.

In the end she had accepted the Masters programme at the University of Oldtown. Alys’ reaction couldn’t be described as enthusiastic, but she would have been less excited for her to stay in King’s Landing. 

Looking back, her first term had been good. She enjoyed her modules, liked all of her lecturers (even the stricter ones), was doing well on all of her assignments and she had access to the Citadel Library, which was far older and more impressive than the library at KLU.

She moved into a dorm room in the middle of the city just a few minutes from the main campus and made a few friends who all shared a flat in the well-to-do East District, which was where she did most of her socialising. On her free days she took herself to explore the city’s museums and bookshops, or she’d get herself a coffee and a cinnamon pastry and sit by the bank of the Honeywine, watching the boats and the flow of the water.

It should have been perfect, and it was in some ways. She threw herself into everything, research and essay writing, afternoons in pub gardens and parties full of strangers. Her life had become a tangle of possibilities and it was easy to let everything else slip away.

She ended things with Cregan well before she left for Oldtown. She told him half of the truth; she hadn’t been feeling like herself lately and she wanted space to feel like a person again. She didn’t tell him about Aemond or the incident at the dinner party, and she didn’t tell him that she felt like she was wandering through her own life like a lost puppy, looking for something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, something that would fill the space in her chest that seemed doomed to remain hollow forever.

He seemed shocked but he took it well. According to Jace he’s been getting rather close to Aly Blackwood, a KLU graduate from her year. Aly Blackwood is best known around King’s Landing as a goth with a heart of gold. She has tattoos and piercings, wears sleek eyeliner and black platform boots and spends every weekend going to concerts or music festivals. She’s smart and a people person, just like Cregan. If things are heading that way then she’s happy for them. He deserves someone like that, someone who doesn’t lie to everyone around her, someone who doesn’t fuck her mother’s boyfriend halfway through a dinner party, while her own boyfriend was only in the next room.

Oldtown was the perfect escape, until the 1st December came around. Everywhere she went there were lights and trees, couples huddling close together to keep out the cold, while Last Christmas played somewhere in the distance. She enjoyed as much of it as she could, especially when her new friends dragged her to go ice skating or to Oldtown’s annual Christmas market in the square. But she couldn’t shake the dread of having to go home and spending three weeks in the house alone with Alys. Three weeks of sleeping in the bed where Aemond used to fuck her.

She watches the window as the treeline of Kingswood vanishes, and the shoreline of Blackwater Bay stretches before her, which means the city is only minutes away.

She takes her phone from her pocket and looks at it with the same nagging impulse that so far, she’s successfully ignored for months. This is her last chance to call him before she gets to King’s Landing. She doesn’t even know what she would say. She doesn’t want to talk to him or see him, but she thinks it would be nice to hear his voice or just know that he’s thinking about her– if he is thinking about her.

She opens her notes app and the note titled really good advice.

Don’t engage.

Don’t listen to songs that make you sad.

It’s okay to let go.

The train emerges from a tunnel and slowly starts to halt as it comes into the glass canopy over the platforms of Central King’s Landing Station. She slips her phone back into her pocket.

Alys picks her up from the station. She’s not wearing her usual red lipstick and she’s cut her hair into a stylish bob that makes her look older– in a good way– but other than that, she looks the same. 

They hug stiffly and exchange the same mumbled greeting. “Hi. You alright? Yeah, good thanks.”

Snow drifts down from a dark grey sky, but it’s not cold enough for it to settle, despite Ella Fitzgerald’s wishes for a “White Christmas” through the car speakers. The traffic is busy so she has plenty of time to admire the lights and displays in shop windows, and the trees twinkling inside the houses as they get closer to Queen’s park.

The house is gloomier than she remembers, but then she left it in early September when the weather was still warm. That’s her least favourite thing about winter, it’s dark and it’s only 4pm. It’s cold too. She wonders if Alys came straight from the office.

She leaves her bag at the bottom of the stairs and follows Alys through to the kitchen. She squints at the harsh lights as Alys rummages through the fridge. “Didn’t have any time to think about dinner,” she says, “the last few days have been non-stop.”

“That’s okay,” she mutters, familiarising herself with the feeling of the white marble countertops under her palms. “I can walk down to the shops, if you need?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Alys says, “you’re a guest.”

That’s a new feeling, being a guest in her own house.

To Alys’ credit, she’s making an effort to be around more. She comes home from the office earlier than she usually does and on the weekends she brings her laptop to the lounge and works from there. 

She has reading she could be doing for uni but she’s too tired to read. Lately, every time she picks up a book the words blur and fade into one another. When she’s bored of scrolling through her phone or flicking through the TV, she tries her hand at baking gingerbread to get into the festive spirit. They turn out surprisingly well but then she’s just left sitting in the kitchen by herself, nibbling cookies and feeling utterly ridiculous for it. Why does being alone have to be so embarrassing, surely there’s no one around to care?

The worst part about being home is how obvious they’re both avoiding a certain topic.

They’re eating dinner around the island in the kitchen. The fridge is stocked up in anticipation for Christmas day (which seems unnecessary if it’s only for two of them) and in the meantime they’re living off simpler meals, mostly pasta or something with rice.

“Rhaenyra’s coming over for drinks on Christmas Eve” Alys says after a few minutes of silence.

She pauses her mouthful. Alys hasn’t so much as mentioned Rhaenyra since the dinner party after her graduation, and before that the wedding. She dreads to think this get together might include some other Targaryen relatives.

She swallows. “Why?”

Alys frowns. Rhaenyra and Harwin used to alternate their Christmases between their fathers, one year with Viserys, one year with Lyonel and the Rivers. That tradition had apparently been abandoned after Lyonel died not long after Harwin. Last year it had just been the three of them.

Alys shrugs. “Rhaenyra suggested it. We’ll just have a few glasses of wine. You’re welcome to join us if you’ve not got other plans.”

Other plans are unlikely; none of her friends are in King’s Landing. So far the holidays have just been a waiting game, but the festive season seems to drag on when you’ve got nothing interesting to do and no one to see. 

“I’ll be around,” she says.

“Perfect.”

Then they come back to silence, apart from the scraping of cutlery. She worries if she’s chewing too loudly, it sounds loud in her head.

Then Alys starts talking about a new client of hers. She becomes surprisingly animated, clearly excited about the new venture for Rivers PR, until she mentions an issue with contracts and some legal dilemma, then she goes quiet. It was Aemond’s job to sort that stuff out, make things more manageable for her. 

She tries to change the subject by telling Alys about Oldtown, her new friends and the possibility of a graduate role at the Citadel Research Institute. 

“One of my lecturers is a partner there,” she says. “They usually reserve two placements for Oldtown students.”

“How long would it be for?” Alys asks.

“Two years,” she says, taking a quick sip of the bittersweet grapefruit soda Alys had insisted she try, “it’s paid work, and then I’ll have a job by the end of it.”

“Sounds like you’ve got everything planned out nicely.” Alys doesn’t say it like a compliment. Her voice falls as she speaks.

“I mean, it’s only a possibility,” she says, “I’d have to get accepted. I was thinking about applying for some stuff in King’s Landing too–”

“Do you like Oldtown?” Alys asks. Her expression is utterly unreadable. She might be furious. She might not care at all.

She places her glass down. Her stomach aches with hunger but she finds that she doesn’t feel like eating. “Yeah, I do.”

“Well then I see no reason to force yourself to stay here,” Alys says and promptly goes back to eating. 

Her chest feels like it’s about to burst.

She told Alys the truth. She didn’t try to justify what she did. She watched her mother cry, stood there as she screamed at her and gave her space when she wanted it. Seven hells, she had moved to the other side of the continent to give her space.

She knows there’s no version of this where she isn’t the villain, where she doesn’t wake up every morning and feel like a shit human being. Part of her is still trying to accept that her mother might never forgive her, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to try.

The edges of her vision start to blur. “You’re here,” she says.

She watches Alys’ chest rise and fall and her lips start to tremble as she sets her cutlery down. She breathes as she hangs her head, gnawing slightly on her bottom lip.

She anticipates another argument like the one before, that will leave her with a hoarse throat and a tightness in her head.

Then Alys turns her head to face her with glassy eyes. “I hope you don’t think I’ve held you back.”

“What? No, why would you say that?”

“You seem so happy in Oldtown I just… I hate to think that you only went to KLU for me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved having you at home for another three years, but I just wanted you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you–” she gasps a small sob but snatches it right back. She wipes her eyes with her fingertips, careful not to smudge her makeup. “I’m sorry if I’ve made things… difficult.”

She can hardly believe what she’s seeing. “No, no, no…” she utters, reaching for one of Alys’ hands. Her throat feels thick and when she blinks she feels hot and heavy tears trailing over her cheeks. “This was all my fault. Mum, you’ve given me everything, and what have I done with it but just be selfish and stupid and–”

“Oh come here,” Alys huffs. They both stand and Alys wipes her daughter’s tears away with her thumbs. 

“But you must hate me,” she whimpers, “I lied to you. I hurt you.”

Alys strokes her hands over her hair and cradles her, bringing her into her chest like she used to when she was a child. “I wanted to at first,” she mutters, “of course I did. I never would have thought…

“You know, I never actually thought I’d have kids. My parents weren’t exactly great at making me feel like a priority, and I used to think I could never be a parent because, well, I didn’t know how to be one.

“But you were so perfect. From the moment you were born I just knew I loved you, like I had never loved anyone before, and I knew I never would love anyone more than you, ever.”

She clings onto her mother like she might fade away, with the material of her blouse between her fingers and her ear pressed to her heartbeat.

“You’ve always been my everything,” Alys whispers, “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

She pulls herself away from Alys’ embrace so she can look her in the eye. “I really am sorry, for everything with Aemond.”

Alys hums shortly. “Was it just sex?”

She’ll never forget that night in the hotel room, how stupid she felt, how empty it left her, how lost she was for months after. Sometimes she wonders, if she could, would she take back what she said? There’s no point in getting hung up on what-ifs. 

She still feels lost in a lot of ways, but the dust seems to be settling now. She just hopes things will be a little clearer now.

“I think it was for him.”

Alys frowns sadly. “Oh you stupid thing.”

She wants to cry all over again, but it’s a fair statement. “Are you sure you don’t hate me?”

Alys considers the question. “Maybe just a little.”

By Christmas Eve her mood has significantly improved. The weight has been lifted from her body. She doesn’t have to spend an hour convincing herself to get out of bed. She doesn’t lose herself under the warm, running water of the shower. She doesn’t feel so exhausted from the simplest of tasks.

She and Alys finally get not one but two trees up. The ‘proper tree’ is in the dining room, with golden lights reflected in the silver and glass ornaments. In the lounge they have a smaller one that sits in the window. It has fairy lights shaped like stars and mismatched decorations, little wooden snowmen, plush reindeer and polar bears they’ve had since she was little and golden birds that belonged to Alys’ grandmother. She likes the small tree the best because every decoration has a memory. She feels like a little girl again, buzzing with excitement to spend Christmas day with uncle Harwin, aunt Rhaenyra and her cousins.

Tomorrow, she'll wake up slowly, have mimosas with her mum, roast some potatoes, eat too much food and fall asleep curled up on the sofa. Nothing else will matter. She won’t keep second guessing someone else’s every move. She won’t cry herself to sleep thinking of every little thing about her that isn’t good enough to be loved.

Alys is adamant tonight will be nothing like the dinner party in June, thank the Gods.

She changes into a mini dress with a colourful floral pattern and styles her hair nicely. She tilts her head at her reflection and puts in some pearl drop earrings, but something still feels missing. She shrugs it off.

She helps Alys put out snacks and drinks on the kitchen island and choses a playlist of all the essential Christmas songs, just in time for their guests to arrive.

Rhaenyra looks as stunning as ever, in a black two piece that fits snugly around a growing baby bump, bright red lipstick and gold jewellery on her neck and wrists. She hugs both of them tightly and smiles beautifully in a way that makes her think she might be genuine. 

Baela and Rhaena follow behind her, which is a pleasant surprise.

“No boys with you?” Alys asks as they all walk through to the kitchen.

“Thought we’d keep it strictly pleasant company,” Rhaenyra says, “nice to have a bit of calm before we go to dad’s tomorrow.”

“Right,” she and Alys say at the same time.

They all sit in the kitchen. The twins are a year older than her. Baela’s been working at her grandfather’s company while Rhaena’s found her way into being a stylist, always posting from film sets and photoshoots. She looks the part too, she tends to wear bright, bold colours and pairs them with patterns and materials that shouldn’t work together, but somehow they do.

They ask about Oldtown and she doesn’t feel bad about repeating everything she’s already told Alys. The attention is quite nice.

Given the baby, Rhaenyra can’t actually drink but she pours some cranberry juice into a wine glass and sips it elegantly. “Jace told me you and Cregan broke up?” she says once the charcuterie boards have been finished off.

In that moment she tries to think of all the ways someone might react when they’re not bothered by something. Unbothered people smile vaguely and play with their hair without it seeming nervous. Unbothered people crack jokes at their own expense and laugh things off. Unbothered people don’t take as long as she’s taking to answer a question. “Um.. yeah.”

“Oh well, that’s life,” Rhaenyra sighs. “You know I broke up with my first girlfriend before I went to uni.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. And then she married my dad.”

She and Alys look at each other. They both try to look concerned at first, until she sees a flicker of a smile on Aly’s lips. She slips too, and they simultaneously snort into laughter. 

But once the amusement wears off and Alys and Rhaenyra retreat to the lounge, she still feels guilty. 

Baela and Rhaena are gossiping about some shared friends. She only half pays attention.

Maybe Rhaenyra meant it to be reassuring, empathetic, validating, but Oldtown wasn’t the reason why she ended things with Cregan, more a symptom of a single problem.

She has a sudden urge to reach for her phone, but she’s left it upstairs.

She was doing so fine in Oldtown. She was happy, busy, things didn’t seem to bother her as much as they do in King’s Landing.

“What are you doing for new years?” Baela asks. 

“Oh um, nothing. Mum has a fundraiser she usually goes to.”

“Are you not going to go with her?”

A ballroom full of canapés, elevator pitches and entrepreneurs making small talk sounds like a living hell. “Definitely not.”

“We’re all going to Dracarys,” Rhaena says, “you know that club on Silk Street? Why don’t you join us.”

She starts to shake her head. Hanging out with Aemond’s cousins sounds like it could be a bad idea. 

“I know what you’re thinking,” Baela says, “but don’t worry, it’s just us, Jace and a few other girls. Cregan won’t be there, he’s gone back to Winterfell.” 

She releases a shaky sigh of relief. Right. Cregan. The person she should be worried about.

“He and Aly Blackwood are a thing now,” Rhaena says.

She keeps her eyes on a space on the counter. “Yeah, I heard.”

The kitchen falls to an uneasy silence. Baela and Rhaena look at each other and she can feel the anxiety radiating off them, restless and uncomfortable without something to fill the lull in the conversation. She doesn’t mind the quiet. 

They don’t stay too late. When they go to leave the snowfall is a little heavier and leaves a light dusting over the drive and the cars.

“Let me know about new years,” Baela says, “we’ll have fun!”

She supposes so, and besides, she could do with getting out the house and drowning her sorrows with a sensible amount of margaritas. 

She and Alys stand in the doorway as Rhaenyra’s Escalade pulls away and disappears down an otherwise empty street, leaving a trail in the snow that is quickly covered again. 

Alys checks the time on her phone and shows her the time: 00:02. “Happy Christmas, darling,” she says, wrapping her arm around her shoulders.

She smiles and leans into her. “Happy Christmas, mum.”

Alys grins and nods towards the stairs. “Now get to bed or Santa’ll skip our house.”

She giggles softly as she goes, entirely pleased that Christmas isn’t turning out to be a complete shitshow. Alys has left a new pyjama set on her bed, white, fluffy and impossibly soft. It makes a difference from her old Black Sabbath t-shirt. She readies herself for bed, brushes her teeth and takes a few sips of the glass of water she’s brought up with her. 

Her phone is plugged in on her bedside table, but it must be fully charged by now. 

The moment she reaches for it, the screen lights up and it starts to ring. The glare of the white text makes her eyes sting: Aemond Targaryen.

All the months of distance are gone in a moment. All the time she’s spent trying to move on are lost for just one glimmer of hope. It would be so easy to accept the call. She doesn’t care what she should or shouldn’t say. One movement of her thumb and she’ll hear his voice. 

Don’t engage.

It’s okay to let go.

She watches the phone ring until his name disappears.

A/n: I also realised that I've been referring to Harwin's father as Simon Strong which is incorrect, it should be Lyonel, so I've gone back and corrected that.

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[musingsinmountains]

Surprises

Synopsis: Its your brithday and your boyfriend has been ignoring you all day.

CW: Angst to fluff, implied nsfw acts?

Pairing: Chifuyu x AFAB!reader A/N: This was written with @fuyuswifey in mind. Happy birthday <3

“It’s dinner time. Who the hell is here?” You roll your eyes and head to the door. Your boyfriend, Chifuyu Matsuno, hadn't talked to you all day. Normally, this wouldn't make you grumpy as he usually has good reasons (long days at work mostly), but it was your birthday. Somehow that was enough to almost make you want to rampage. Looking through the spy hole, you see Takemitchi is knocking on your door. “Takemitchi, it's dinner time and getting dark. What are you doing here?” There was a tone of annoyance in your voice.

“Oh, Chifuyu w-wanted me to come get you.” He starts to fluster. “He’s running late and said you should come eat with Hina and I.” 

Your eyes squint at the guy in your doorway. “Then why didn't he just call and tell me himself? He has a phone.” You scoff. While you didn’t mean to take your annoyance out on the messenger, you kind of just let it happen. And Takemitchi takes it, knowing you don't mean to be a little pissy. 

“Phone died. No charger.” Takemitchi’s response was so fast. It's like he knew what you were gonna say. “Let’s go.”

You release a breath you didn’t realize that you were holding. After putting away the ramen you almost prepared, you grab your coat, you follow Takemichi to his bike and hop on. You hold the seat, watching the buildings pass by and trying to suppress the hurt that your boyfriend sent his second best friend to get you. When the bike finally comes to a stop, You’re at Takemitch and Hina’s apartment. You hadn't been here since you house sat for them on their honeymoon. As you walk up to their floor, Takemitchi is a little too excited about this dinner you’re about to share with him and his wife. 

The apartment was totally dark when you arrived. Takemitchi snuck into the darkness, leaving you to feel around for a light switch. “Takemitchi, I’m already kinda pissy, why would you do this to-” You finally find the switch and then you are suddenly deafened.  The crowd shouts “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

You blink a couple times and massage your ears. “What the?” you whisper to yourself. For a moment you are let down, your partner in crime was not visible in the crowd. When the crowd dissipated that’s when you saw Chifuyu.

There was your boyfriend in the middle of the room holding a small box. There were flowers, a couple presents, your favorite dinner, a few bowls of fancy gummy bears and a huge red velvet cake. All your friends were there. “Hey beautiful,” Chifuyu smiles as you run into his arms. “Happy birthday baby.” “I am… I was really mad at you. Ignoring me all day,” you wrap your arms around him as his hands find your waist. “I was worried sick about you and sad that you forgot about my birthday.”

“Baby, you know I wouldn't have been able to keep this a surprise if I talked to you.” he smiles, placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head. Those sea water blue eyes just made most of your frustration melt away. “I got you a little something,” he hands you the little box.

When you open it, there is a delicate silver chain attached to a heart shaped locket style pendant. When you open it, there is a picture of you and Chifuyu on one side. The other side had a tiny note that read ‘Reserved for wedding pic :3’. 

Tears welled up in your eyes, “Chifuyu?” your voice cracks. “It's n-not an engagement necklace,” he stammers. “It’s a promise of what’s to come.” He leans in, kissing away the tears running down your face. His hands shake a little as he clasps the chain around your neck. “I love you, always have. Always will. Happy birthday baby.”

“I love you too. Always,” you chuckle, kissing him again.

Reluctantly you part for a moment to apologize for being so mean to Takemitchi. He shrugs it off and tells you that he knew you weren’t mad at him, just the situation.

You spend the rest of the night glued to Chifuyu’s side. His fingers gently dig into the softness of your side, holding you tight. “You’ll get the rest of your gift when we get home,” Chifuyu whispers in that gruff tone that makes your walls flutter.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad that Chifuyu ignored you today after all.

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[kanekoii]

HELLOOO!! HRU? ARE YOU DOING GOOD? X

OK, OK I HAD AN IDEA WHILE THINKING BIUT MY BRITHDAY (25TH DECEMBER)

OK SO. Shu has an s/o who had a birthday on 25th of December meaning everyone's too busy to ever visit and celebrate with them on the day, and they're currently like in a dimly lit room with their tiny little cupcake, and it's like rly sad, their about to blow out the candle, but they here a doorbell and it's SHU with a PRESENT AND CAKE?!?! Cause he like KNEW his s/o would be alone so he wanted to surprise them and then it gets all like fluffy and wholesome and WAAA (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

lyra’s notes -> AAAA HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY ANON!! my crush’s birthday is on christmas too so we all just say he’s jesus…

pairing -> shu yamino x gn! reader

genre -> a little hurt but mostly comfort

song -> iloveyou - between friends

warnings -> a little hurt at the beginning but again it’s like 99% comfort, food mentions

they all forgot again. you couldn’t help but sigh to yourself as you sat alone in your room wishing at least one person had remembered. but that was when you heard a soft noise from outside your room, very muffled from your bedroom’s closed door.

shu had a key to your home, so you figured he just forgot something, as signaled from the shuffling noises and a few clicking sounds following that.

you only grew slightly suspicious of him when he appeared in your room with a soft smile on his face, gently asking you to come out to the kitchen with him. he used his hands to cover your eyes as he guided you towards the kitchen, only giving you vision when he revealed a birthday cake in your favorite flavor with candles on it, a plate of your favorite food, and a huge pile of presents all for you.

the warm light from the candles illuminated shu’s smile as he encouraged you to eat and open your presents.

of course he remembered! he’s your boyfriend and he knew others would get too caught up in their holiday celebrations to remember, so it’s really the least he could do to bring you a cake and presents! you can’t help but hug him at the sight of his kindness towards you.

he just hugs you back even tighter, gently saying that he hopes you enjoy your birthday and that he loves you oh, so much.

[morgana-artt]

Ok sooooo I kinda got an idea for a wholesome P x Reader oneshot/headcanons/whatever:

P catches the reader preparing a birthday gift for Antonia (like a painting, flowers, or whatever) and is curious about it. The reader then explains the concept of birthdays to him and asks him when his birthday is. Since Pino doesn't know, the reader then declares that the day he first stepped into the hotel is now his birthday. Afterwards Pino asks when the readers birthday is and also tries to prepare a small present for them (like something he found outside when he hunts down puppets :') )

I know this is a lot so feel free to ignore or shorten this request if it makes things easier

Thank you :)

Anon I could kiss you rn this is such a cute idea, thank you for the suggestion! I hope I've managed to write down what you wanted to your satisfactory!

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Birthday Gifts (P x GN!Reader)

Today was a special day for a certain someone and that was Antonia, the owner of Hotel Krat, it was her birthday and you decided to make her a gift with the help of Polendina of course.

You thought about making her a bouquet of flowers, the gift itself was universal (unless you were allergic then...probably not) but Polendina did say Miss Antonia loved flowers and you found some in the hotel garden. "Miss Antonia does love Roses, however, she does have a soft spot for Lilys" the puppet next you explained and you nodded, "then these would be perfect!" you smiled as you gently took the flowers from their place in the garden.

As you and Polendina were sorting flowers out, a curious puppet made his way to the door to the garden and watched you two. P watched as you were plucking up flowers, he caught a few words like 'Gifts' and 'Birthday' and judging by your facial expression that meant a good thing, he noticed you two finishing up and walked back inside and pretended to be busy and once the two of you walked past him he caught the conversation.

"I'll arrange these flowers for her, could you get me some ribbon, please Polendina?", "Of course, (Y/N)." the taller puppet then walked away and in came the smaller puppet.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to see P, you greeted him with a smile "Hello, P! How are you?" He shrugged before pointing at the flowers in your hand, "oh? Ah, these are for Antonia as it's her brithday today and I wanted to give her a gift!" you explained causing P to tilted his head in confusion, you blinked before realising that he may not know what a birthday even was. "Right, so when humans are born it's whats known as their 'Birthday', y'know? Birth-Day? The day they were born. So every year, on the same day you were born on usually you get wished "Happy brithday!" or get gifts for that person and even a card! But even just wishing them a happy birthday is good enough, especially those who can't afford gifts, although making handmade gifts is just as nice!" you explained with a smile. P listened intently before looking down, "Do...puppets have birthdays?" you blinked, "well, sure! I don't see why not! Do you know when your birthday is?" you asked and got a headshake in response. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows, "Hmm...well...how about this-" P's head looked up at you, "-since the day you walked into the hotel is now your birthday!" P frowned at this, that meant his 'birthday' had already passed and he wouldn't get gifts, especially from you.

You caught onto this and softly smiled, "Technically it has passed buuuuut...we can still celebrate it, it'll just be a few days late thats all!" you said as Polendina got back to you with rippons and a card before setting off back to the front desk.

P watched as you delicately put the flowers together within the ribbon and tightened it in a neat bow, you then wrote in the card and glanced at P before looking back at the card before writting in it again. You stepped back and let P read what you wrote, 'Happy birthday, Antonia! May you have a good day today and thank you for everything! Love from (Y/N) and P.' P glanced at you with a raise eyebrow making you giggle, "Thought it would be nice to involve you too" and with that you placed the card within the bouquet and took P's hand before making your way to Antonia.

"Hello you two" Antonia greeted with a smile, despite trying to keep a calm attitude you could clearly see Antonia getting weaker but you didn't say anything although it was sad to see.

"Morning, Antonia. Happy birthday to you! Me and P, with the help of Polendina, made you this!" you said, P glancing at you in slight confusion as he had nothing to do with it, you subtly winked at him before handing the bouquet to the lady who sheltered you all from the dangers of Krat. With a small chuckle she took the flowers from you and gazed softly at them, "Thank you, dearie. these are lovely." she said as she softly touched the petals, seeing this P felt something stir in him as it made him feel...warm. He liked seeing Antonia smile and loved it even more seeing you happy with what you made her. He wanted to do the same for you too, afterall you, like Antonia, immediately greeted him with open arms as soon as he entered the hotel.

You stayed with Antonia for a few more minutes before heading into the garden again with P, "see? Something as small as that can make someone feel special" you said as you smiled at the unpicked flowers, P looked at you as he wanted that for you too. He took a hold of your sleeve making you look at him in questions. "When is...your birthday?" he asked softly looking at you, you blinked "mine? Ah, its passed. It was a month ago but that's okay!" you played it off but P wasn't having it. If it was okay for him to have a belate birthday it was okay for you to have one too, he simply nodded as you two stayed in the garden a while longer.

P was heading out as he needed to head towards the Opera House and walked towards you to say his farewells, you were at the front desk writing something up and turned to P once he was close.

"Leaving now?" you asked softly, "Do be careful, I...hate that you need to do this but I get it" you sighed as P gently touched your arm comforting you, you smiled and wished him goodluck.

He WAS going to the Opera house but instead was looking for a gift for you, he knew you liked trinkets and even paints so thats what he was going to try and get you. It took him a while but he found what he thought was the perfect gifts for you: some paints as he noticed you loved to paint a few times and a locket that he found outside one of the shops (which was thankfully clean and not damaged). He felt something stir in him as he also felt a sense of pride in getting you something for your belate birthday and in all honesty, he didn't really care about getting a gift from you. He just wanted to see you smile.

Stepping into the hotel lobby he noticed you in one of the chairs reading a book, he stepped forward and gently tugged on your sleeve causing you to look up and greeted him with a smile. "P! You're back! But...you weren't out for long. Is everything okay?" you asked worryingly, P nodded as he took your hand and gently pulled you up the stairs and into one of the hotel rooms. Once in a room he sat you down on the bed and sat next you, you tilted your head to him "is everything okay, P?" you asked again before he shielded your eyes, "oh?" you felt something be placed in your hand, feeling his hand pull away you glanced at what he placed in your palm. It was a wrapped up box. "A gift? Oh you shouldn't have P" you smiled before undoing the ribbon. You gasped as you saw the objects within the box, "Oh, P...is this my birthday gift?" you asked as you looked at him softly, he put his head down a little feeling a bit shy.

You took out the locket, "this is lovely, P. Hey, put it on me please..." you asked as you handed him the locket, he unclipped it and you turned your back to him. You felt him place the locket over your head and clipped it back together, feeling the coldness of his legion arm almost made you shiver. You smiled as you felt the locket, there was a small bluejay engrained in it. You turned to him before leaning in and softly kissed him on the cheek, "This is the perfect gift P but...I haven't got you anything-" before you could continue you felt him place his head on your shoulder, "That's...fine." He mumbled as he nudged into you closer making you smile. "Happy birthday, (Y/N)..." his voice whispered, "and happy birthday to you too, P" You whispered back.

[plethora-of-imagines]

Good Boys Get Rewards

AN: Formatting is a bit rough since I'm doing this on my phone. I've sat on this anon for so long you don't even remember it but happy birthday @how-masterful! Enjoy the Marc Spector smut and your Brithday!!! I love and adore you! Thank you for introducing me to so many characters I love! (Its still uncertain if I will finish the other planned fic in time but I'm certainly going to try)

Word count: 2,451

Warnings: smut/lemon, inaccurate DID, mirror smut, voyeurism with alters

Description: The moon boys have been arguing, and Marc has become stuck in the middle. You decide to take things (Marc) into your own hands (bed) and show them what they miss out on when they argue (aka, what happens when Marc Spector is the only one on his best behavior) 👑🦇

“Will the two of you stop fighting,” Marc sounded exhausted. The sort of tiredness that most people only thought the parents of toddlers could manage. Of course when they really got at it Steven and Jake really could fight just like toddlers. Not that you could blame them, they knew how to push each other's buttons too well.

With a sigh he flipped over the mirror that Steven and Jake had been using to see each other as they constantly switched to the front while arguing. Not even bothering to look at you as he apologized.

“Sorry, babe. I keep telling them to finish that later after you go home for the night.”

Standing from the bed- where you had been laying while you waited for them to stop yelling at each other in an argument you had no hopes of following to mediate with cut off words, unheard replies, and a mix of spanish slang you had yet to learn. You dodged dozens of piles of books, swept up sand, and the one shop bag that you had not been able to give to Steven due to the interruption. Closing in on Marc you did nothing to hide your intentions to grab him.

Arms wrapping around his hips, teasing him with your cold hands slipping under his loose shirt. Dragging him back to bed with you. Laughing as he tripped on the book pile that he couldn’t see and started to fall on top of you with a nonchalant swear.

Rolling off of you he situated himself on the bed in a lazy position, hand resting behind his back. A smug smile decorating his face, eyes alight with joy.

“Someone wants some cuddles,” he teased.

You hummed back, allowing the peaceful moment to settle before you striked again.

In a single fluid motion your shirt was discarded from your body, legs straddling his torso. Rushing to unfasten your bra as you started to grind down onto his quickly growing erection. You were very glad that the body had been wearing sweatpants before you got here. It let you really feel the full effect of what you were doing. Working him up more and more with the lack of protests.

His eyes were wide open, still shocked and focused on your breasts. With a sharp snap of your hips you pulled a shaky breath out of Marc and drew him out of his own head again.

“I- oh fuck.” He stalled again with the friction of your crotch against his at just the right angle. “What did I do to deserve this?”

Grabbing his hands you pressed them against your boobs, forcing him to squeeze them, fingers digging into soft skin. 

"Are they watching Marc?"

He nodded too distracted by the soft feeling of your tits to form words. Still squeezing them lightly. You must have truly surprised him, you had never seen Marc left so speechless. Unable to muster up anything other than a quiet awe, mouth slightly agape. He looked like Steven. It was small things like this that reminded you that while they were separate people, they were also all a part of each other.

"Mhm, well this is all for you Marc. Your treat for being the only one behaving."

He smiled up at you with the smuggest of grins. Finally metally settling down.

"Okay, baby," fingers ‘absentmindedly’ rolling over your nipples.

It was always on purpose. Marc didn't do anything accidentally during sex. Except that one time he slipped in the shower with you...

Taking initiative now Marc slid his hands under your thighs to support his efforts to shift your position. Sitting up while keeping you in his lap, encouraging you to keep dry humping him. Hands rising up your body, stopping their trip only once they held your face close to his. 

“Keep it up baby. Making me feel so good, getting my cock so hard for you. Can’t ignore those pretty lips, let me bruise them with kisses? Nibble them like the candy they are?”

The whine you let out at his teasing words was answer enough for Marc. Surging forward like a man possessed he captured your lips and refused to let them go. Both panting and gasping for air with every second you dared to part.

Flipping the two of you back into a lying position in a tangle of limbs that could not seem to get out of the way. Twisted into a puzzle that fit together, knotted together like a poorly stored necklace chain. Your hands tearing at Marc’s shirt trying to get it to- fucking come off. His hands only left your skin for a moment to help you get it off before returning to gently running his nails down your sides. 

Squirming as he relentlessly teased you into putty.

“Please Marc,” whining you grabbed his hair as he moved from your puffy lips to your nipples. 

Lavishing them with kisses, aiming to make them as sensitive as your still tingling lips.

His hands shoved your pants down your legs, not caring that you had to buck against him as you kicked them the rest of the way off. Fingers shoving your panties out of the way to save time. A few quick lazy circles around your clit was all he bothered with before sneaking a single finger into you.

“So wet, baby girl. Bet you feel so empty with only one finger in there. You need more don’t ya. Need my cock in you to feel nice and full.”

Your hands had stopped working, refusing to let his head move from your skin. Marc didn’t mind, he spoke lovingly against your skin as you whimpered and moaned for him. This was his reward and he wanted to spend it overwhelming you with pleasure. How else would he really drive the jealousy home?

“You gotta let go of me, pretty girl. I want to show Jake and Steven how pretty you look taking my cock.”

Slowly you managed to make your hands listen to you, releasing Marc’s hair as he continued to finger you slowly with a single lone finger. His lips traveled down your body with a trail of kisses before rewarding you with a long kiss against your clit. Teasing it with his tongue. Hands flittering down towards his head again. Almost moving to trap him right there, oh god, right there. It felt like heaven.

Instead you resisted and tangled your fingers in the sheets. Wrinkling them with the force you twisted them with. Damn, these had been fresh sheets too. The thought didn’t have a chance to stay for long when Marc curled his finger just right. And then he continued to tease by not going any further. Just letting his finger fill you up, not moving, not even twitching. Suspended in that very moment forever.

Crying out Marc’s name as he left you. Skin no longer touching, no longer breathing the same air. Why was he leaving? Even his finger left you with a trail of slick connecting you for ages until it snapped.

“Need you, Marc. Need you so bad.”

Lifted like a limp doll you pliantly let him settle you in his lap facing the mirror across the room. An abandoned sheet half hanging on it but not fully covering it. You looked a right mess and for a moment you were self conscious. Your nipples shone, clearly well sucked. Thighs covered in your own arousal, hair sticking up wildly. Turning to hide yourself on Marc’s shoulder.

He forcefully turned your chin back to face the mirror.

“Don’t be shy baby,” he cooed at you. “We want to show Steven and Jake what they are missing out on by not being your good boy.”

Now a burning blush could be added to the list of your dishevelment. 

Marc shoved his slick covered finger into your mouth, your face contorted at the taste. He giggled at you, wrapping his arm around you to keep you close while he whispered to you. The sound of his lighthearted giggle made you forgive him in an instant for laughing at you.

“It’s okay baby, I love how you taste,” he shared before sucking his own finger clean.

You could feel his hard cock pressing against your panties in just the right spot, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him in you, now.

“Please, please, please, fill me up Marc,” you whimpered out in desperation.

He lifted the two of you up with just the strength of his legs, shimming off his sweatpants and boxers to reveal his hard cock against your skin. In the same motion but filled with more lingering touches your panties followed.

 It took a bit of you shifting on your tiptoes before he was positioned correctly. Slowly lowering himself back onto the edge of the bed as you slowly let his cock fill you. The slow stretch as the tip opened you up, a pop as the head fully entered you. Legs trembling the whole time as you whined and moaned about how good it felt.

Growing impatient Marc’s hands settled on your hips and pulled you the rest of the way down. A screaming moan filled the air at how deep he was. He was just so deep inside of you, finally you felt so full. Just like you had needed. Head thrown back against him. Gasps and attempts at words leaving your wide open lips.

“Good girl, my perfect reward for being a good boy. Your pussy was made for my cock to fill you up. Gonna make you feel so good,” Marc’s rambles reassured you that he was just as pussy drunk as you were Marc ddrunk.You knew he was especially lost in pleasure when he admitted he was a 'good boy'.

All three of them were so good at fucking you dumb just how you needed.

His hands couldn’t seem to decide where to settle. Floating between your hips to help him control the lazy thrusts that he didn’t bother to make consistent; and gripping your neck with just enough pressure to feel how fast your heart was beating.

“So pretty, and right now you are all mine,” he moaned after a particularly deep thrust.

Haphazardly you managed to throw your legs over his, opening you up so that you could all watch how your dripping cunt took his cock. Dragging it in greedily at every opportunity. 

“If the rest of you had been good boys like Marc you would have gotten to join in,” you managed to stutter out in between your loud moans and Marc’s pleased groans.

“Steven sounds so drunk just from watching you, practically begging to be allowed to lick your thighs clean when we are done,” Marc admitted as he adjusted his grip on your thighs to start lifting you up and down at a punishing pace.

Both of you lost yourselves for a time in the sight and sound of Marc’s thick cock disappearing into you. His chin resting against your shoulder so that he could look down and really watch, unlike the boys forced to watch in your reflection.

Marc started to narrate to you what the sight of you all pretty and fucked was doing to them. It only managed to make you clench down harder around him.

“Steven has started to pace but he can’t keep himself from watching, looks like he is gonna break his neck everytime he turns to go the other direction. His head snapping back to not lose a moment of this sight. I think I can understand, I don’t want to look away either. Not when my pretty girl is taking me so well.”

Starting to tremble as Marc’s actions and words drove you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, ready to fill you up with more than just his size. The kiss he pressed to your temple broke you further. Before you could cum he decided to tell you what Jake was doing.

“Jake isn’t learning his lesson very well, he’s stroking his cock while he watches. Timing it to follow along with my pace. Should we let him cum? Or should we stop letting him watch the show, pretty girl? At the very least he owes you something special for treating this like a porno for him to enjoy.”

“Don’t, don’t force him to the back of the headspace, Marc. I don’t want you all fighting and treating each other that way. Want you all to get along and be happy,” you slurred out.

Cum coated the walls of your pussy, making you almost cum as you felt Marc fill you up. Dropping your thighs, he knocked the breath out of you as you felt him reach deeper. You were so close, so very close. Please, you need more, anything. Just let you cum. His fingers softly played with your clit, rubbing small circles as whispered praises were no more than pleasant tones to you.

Back arched as you fell into pleasure you let Marc guide you through a long drawn out orgasm. When you mentally came back down you could feel his soft cock still inside of you, cum leaking out around him. You let him maneuver you onto your back, laying against the sheets that should probably be cleaned again before the two of you dared to sleep.

“I’m going to rub this in just a little bit to Steven, okay baby girl?”

“Mhm,” you let Marc do whatever he wanted right now. You were too tired, too fucked out to care.

So tired that even though it was overstimulating you scarcely twitched as Marc started to lick clean your pussy and thighs. Giving one last kiss to your left thigh before he climbed up to cuddle into your side.

“Steven says he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to let the argument drag on like that earlier,” Marc let out a tired laugh before continuing. “Jake is saying he’s just sorry he couldn’t participate and fuck you too.”

“Mhm, Jake will get his turn. After Steven since I don’t hear an apology for saying what I’m pretty sure were some very hurtful things.”

“You’re falling asleep while you talk baby. Quick nap and then clean up time?”

Blindly grabbing the closet blanket you wrapped yourself and Marc together in the fuzzy comfort.

“Mhm, I’d say we should set an alarm but I don’t wanna let you go for that.”

“I’m sure it will be fine, one of us will wake up.”

If you both slept for several hours entwined together, there was no evidence of that except almost ruined sheets.

[klonoadoortophantomile]

cannot believe that slime rancher 2 came out and i still havent been able to play the first one despite literally owning it <//3

[fieldofdaisiies]

𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝟓: 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚

a nice family outing for @lucienweekofficial🧡 and dedicating this to @separatist-apologist for her brithday (yesterday)🧡

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"What's on your mind?" Elain rests her head on her mate's shoulder, looking into the same direction as him. Their four daughters are seated together in the grass, playing with stems and small daisies. Dalia, the eldest, is enthusiastically narrating a story to her younger sisters, using gestures to emphasise her points.

"How lucky I am to have the five of you in my life." Lucien says, turning his head to gently kiss Elain's forehead.

Elain's face lights up with a joyful smile. "Soon the six of us," she adds, her smile turning into a grin as she places her hand on her rounded belly, Lucien’s warm hand finding its place on top of hers.

"Indeed, soon the six of you," Lucien muses playfully, "Perhaps this time the Mother will bless us with a son." He tilts his head back and lets out a hearty laugh, soon joined by his father's deeper chuckle.

In a gentle voice, his mother, the former lady of the Autumn Court and now the High Lady of Day, chimes in, "Or maybe it's the other way around than it was with me, and you'll end up with seven daughters." She grins at her youngest son, sitting on a blanket a little way behind Elain and Lucien, next to Helion their hands intertwined.

Lucien bursts into genuine laughter, giving Elain's hand a light squeeze. "Well, I suppose I'd be an incredibly lucky father in that case."

The sun's warm strays fall upon them, Elain and Lucien's eyes still on their daughters. But suddenly, one after the other rises from the ground, Dalia being the first, a bunch of flowers in her hands. Poppy and Willow follow after their big sister, big grins and happiness on their faces, as they try to hold the whole bunch of little petals and tiny daisies they collected in their small hands. "Mamma! Mamma!" Poppy expresses happily. 

Dalia already tumbles onto her father who catches his oldest in his arms and cuddles her tightly. "Pappa!" she happily says and curls her arms –hands still full of flowers– around Lucien's neck. Dalia has always been a Pappa's girl, just like Ivy. Poppy and Willow are definitely Mamma's girls, both hurdling to Elain.

Last is Ivy, climbing to her little legs. Her brows lie in furrows when she sees that all her sisters have already arrived at their parents, and so tries to quickly set out as well. On wobbly steps she walks over to the rest of her family, both Lucien and Elain already expecting their youngest with bright grins on their faces. Little Ivy is just too adorable, placing her feet so far apart in order to hold her balance. Once having arrived, she joins the family cuddles, also climbing onto Lucien's lap, now wedged between her father's and her sister's chest. 

Dalia tips her head back, grins and veils her face in the most innocent facade possible. Her eyes are aglow as she searches Lucien's gaze and says, "Can we put flowers in your hair, Pappa?" 

"Yes, flowers, Mamma!" Willow claps her hands, bouncing up and down on Elain's lap. 

The parents can only say yes, how could they ever deny their sweet girls a single wish. 

"Do you worst then," Lucien chuckles, giving his daughters free reign to do with his hair whatever they want. 

Helion and his High Lady are lying down, watching the beautiful scenery from a little distance. It fills their hearts with nothing but happiness, joy, warmth and love.

Their son is beaming, his face bright with joy that mirrors the emotion in his heart. This is what happiness looks like, and what greater gift is there for parents than seeing their child happy. 

Ivy is standing on Lucien’s thighs, or rather bouncing and dancing on his thighs, her tiny hands holding onto Lucien’s thumbs as she is babbling some song her sister have taught her. She is giggling while Dalia threads daisies into Lucien’s hair, meticulously working each flower into a strand of hair. 

Poppy is occupied with Elain’s hair, carefully but thoroughly placing each delicate flower into her mother’s hair. Willow is cuddled to her mother’s side, her hand resting on Elain’s round belly. "You look beautiful, Mamma," Poppy hums and leans forward to kiss her mother's cheek.

Elain reaches her hand back, so she can squeeze her daughter's small hand, her gesture conveying more love than words could speak. 

Elain leans back a little, stretches out her legs, her heels touching the soft but cool grass. She hums, her hands also placed beside the blanket, in the grass. She turns to look at Lucien, his happiness mirroring hers. The sky above them is blue with big fluffy clouds, and the bright sun in its centre. 

Ivy is still dancing and bouncing around on Lucien's thigh when Dalia suddenly says, "I got an idea, we need more." She lets go off her father's hair, turning to her one year younger sister, Willow, and grabbing her hand to pull her along with her. 

Poppy tips her head back, glancing past her mother's shoulder and then up at Elain. "Where going?"

"I don't know, sweetie, but we will soon see." Elain's smiles and when she lifts her gaze, Lucien's attention is already on her. He lets his gaze run over her, momentarily stopping at her round belly before moving his gaze back to her eyes. "You look stunning, my lovely mate," he hums, their gazes still locked. "You do too, my lord." Elain grins from one ear to the other, her hand still on top of Poppy's which rests on her round belly. 

Collecting more flowers, Dalia and Willow move through the large flower fields, laughing. They come back with bunches of wildflowers, which they gently weave together and soon their goal becomes clear — they are making flower crowns for their parents, but also for their grandparents. 

Joy and laughter fills the meadow when flower crowns are placed on top of each head, Lucien and Elain also having made four little crowns for their girls in the time Poppy and Dalia worked on theirs. 

As the sun begins to dip behind the mountains in the distance, casting a warm golden glow over the meadow, the family moves closer together. Willow is not sitting between her grandparents, one hand placed on her grandmother's thigh, the other holding Helion's broad hand.

Lucien wraps his arm around Elain, drawing her close, while Poppy, Dalia, and Ivy nestle in around them.

"We are so blessed," Elain murmurs, her eyes glistening as she gazes at her family and then turns to look at Lucien. His own eyes are glassy, his lips pursed. "These moments, these memories, they are what truly matters in life. This is happiness, Lucien." Elain's voice trembles a little and she can also feel Lucien shudder slightly. She is feeling his emotions rich and stark through the bond. 

Her mate nods, his heart warming with gratitude and love. "Indeed, my lovely mate. Not everything was always easy, but these moments remind me that everything happens for a reason and that everything is worth it."

Together as a family they watch the sun set on the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. 

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tags: @rippahwrites@shadowhunter2003@my-inner-crisis@ladyelain@acourtofthought@itwasalwaysaboutthetea@multifictional@moonlightazriel@aayo-whatt@brekkershadowsinger @sunshinebingo @gracie-rosee @a-frog-with-a-laptop

[arthenaa]

Hey! I see your ask box is open so I thought I drop by and request something.

So.... my birthday is on September 21 th wich is (hier in Germany at least) in 4 day.... would you do me a brithday favor and make a headchannon/ story of female MC that is dating the hogwarts legacy boys (separated ofc) having a fun birthday with there boyfriend? That would mean the world to me.

Thank you in advance and If you don't want or can't do it that is fine too. Thank you for taking your time and reading this. Have a good one^^

Your Most Special Day - Hogwarts Legacy Boys x Reader

SUMMARY: It's your most special day with your most special person.

NOTE: Hey darling! Happiest birthday to you <3 My time is six hours ahead so I scheduled this to be released exactly at 12:00 am for you. Wishing you the best and have a wonderful day! Here's a song to set the mood and to also put the boys' feelings into a hymn <3 and if you can! try reading the english lyrics of the song. It really puts their words into reality. Hope you enjoy! (also my first work back after a hiatus! im gonna be active soon i promise) also not sure if this meant ALL the boys in HL but i only did my 4 boys

OMINIS GAUNT

Your love story with Ominis had been simple

It was direct and to the point

There was no dilly-dallying

You had already acknowledged your interest in his way before you had the chance to interact with him

When your options were only to gaze at him from afar and take little guesses on how you think his personality would be

It's safe to say that you weren't far off from your assumptions

It began with small interactions, saying hi to him in the hallways, opening the door for him, borrowing a quill from him when you "forgot" one.

Until eventually, all your hi's turned into hugs for greetings, opening the door for him to go to class hand in hand, borrowing quills to borrowing his robes when you "forgot" yours

It didn't take long for the two of you to establish your place in the romantic aspect of your relationship

Ever since you stepped foot in Hogwarts, discovered yourself, fought wizards and the dark arts, and just experienced a brand new journey, he was there to witness it all

He was a definition of consistency.

The one true constant in your life that begins at your first step as a wizard to the end of your journey as a student and into the future

And with your special day coming up, who else other than him would allow you to reminisce the fond memories of both the past, present, and the probability of it in the future

It's safe to say that Ominis had always been destined to be your definition of long-lasting.

"Happiest birthday to my muse," His voice resonates throughout the room as he takes careful steps towards you. In his hand is a small cake, candles stacked neatly on top of it—so orderly positioned and intricate that it prompts giggles out of you as he takes another step. He hears your laughter and only smiles. "My Pandora, the love of my life, my light."

You smile, clasping your hands together to your chest as you train your eyes on him. The low light of your small home contributes to the homey ambiance as the light from the flame of the candles illuminates the features of the face you've come to love over the years.

"I trust that the introduction was a bit much," You let out a giggle at his jesting to which he nods, admittedly. "I-I wasn't sure if this would be enough but then I remembered, you had always loved that little fox origamis I made for you back then so, I just went with what I have."

His hands shake as he grips the sides of the plate tighter. You lick you lips, eager to listen to the rest of his words.

"To think that borrowing quills from me would lead to finding you, that's probably something that I'd reminisce for a lifetime," Ominis smiles. "We've been with each other through every ups and downs—highs and lows. I couldn't ask for anyone better to share my journey with."

You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from letting your emotions get ahead of you. You had always been a little weak with Ominis. A detail he often held above your head like a prized niffler. Other than the jesting and bribery, for you, it acted more as evidence. A proof of your ever-growing love for him.

You glance down at the fox-shaped cake, designed to imitate that of a fox but it just looks like a mess of colors and lines that 'tried' to imitate one. The thought of Ominis baking around and messing in the kitchen puts a smile on your face.

"I know you're looking at my cake, stop judging it," He jokingly comments causing you to break the silence.

"It's- it looks—"

"Like a giant purple toad shat on it? Yes." Ominis tilts his head with a 'duh' look on his face.

"I was going to say modernistic," You retorted, eyebrows raised to defy him.

"Impressionism had never looked better," He deadpanned. You laugh at his humor. You take a step forward, encasing his hands that grasp the plate. Your eyes finds itself studying the little details and imperfections on his face—the moles that shape the universe of his skin. He looks gorgeous.

"Happy Birthday, love. Make a wish," He whispers, the light of the candle illuminating both of your features—casting an alluring glow that further emphasizes the beauty of your love. You pursed your lips, closing your eyes before blowing.

The light casts off at the gust of wind as Ominis smiles and says well done. He places the plate down on the flat surface of the table before turning back to you.

Finally free, he intertwines your bodies with arms encasing your waist. You envelope your arms around his neck in response.

There's a comfortable silence before he utters the next words, "What'd you wish for?"

You shrug with a smile. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Mhm," You hum, placing a chaste kiss on his confused lips.

"Why?" He asks. There's a pause as you laugh at his inquiries of curiosity.

"Cause I've already got everything that I've wanted." You smile, eyes dreamily staring as you push a stray hair behind his ear. "You."

SEBASTIAN SALLOW

Unlike Ominis, loving Sebastian had been a long journey

It was more of an inactive volcano

It had always been there—that probability. That capability of loving him but it was a matter of when those feelings would burst at a realization

It was a question of 'since when did I see him like this?"

Sebastian had been one of your many first friends.

He was naturally a people magnet, always captured new blood whenever they entered within his vicinity

He was loved and admired by everyone and you couldn't blame yourself for also falling for his silly little tricks

It also wasn't hard falling into tune with him

Somehow, with Sebastian, falling in love with him didn't seem hard

It was because of this that realization came much to a later date

You had always viewed your relationship as something closer than a friendship and one that really showed a bond of trust and loyalty

It had always been there and you had just taken a while to realize

Loving him was easy.

He showed you the world with an arm outstretched and you placed your hand willingly and followed him in

Loving him felt complete

And on your special day, who else can make you whole with just a smile but him?

You didn't know when it happened.

It was all just a blur. A series of memories all clumped up in the space reserved just for him. You remember bits and pieces but you can't seem to put a finger when you saw him like this.

Everything seemed to not be on par with time. Looking at him felt like the world had been a second later—slow-moving hands, traveling lights, and blurred faces. All you could see was him.

You watched as the party went on, laughter resounding throughout the room, joy evident on their face and the festivity of your birth hanged high into the sky. Yet despite all of these reminders of celebration, all you could feel was him.

He eyes you at the other side of the room, a cup of wine in hand. He looks at you with fondness and a desire deeper than what meets the eye. Your breath hitches at his unwavering stare.

Suddenly it feels like it's only the two of you in the room. Wanting, needing, loving.

It's him who breaks as he places down his drink before marching towards you. You pay no mind to teasing looks from your friends as he excuses you both from their presence with a charming smile and pull of your hand.

Your eyes train on his broad back, maneuvering you through the crowd, responding to curt greetings with a simple nod. They knew better than to interrupt Sebastian's quest with you.

You then find yourself in the comforts of your room, door closed as he positions you a few meters from the bed. He closes the door with a slight push, taking a moment of reprieve before turning towards you.

"Hi," he mutters as if you hadn't been staring each other down a few moments ago. You ride along.

"Hi.'

He chuckles softly as he takes a few steps toward you. You veer your head up to accomodate to his height.

"You look pretty, doll." He mumbles, tucking a hair behind your ear. You smile at his compliment.

"Thank you, love."

"I know you know this but uh," He pauses, taking your hands in his. "I love you."

The three words cast a flutter in your heart. You purse your lips, eyes peering up at him. He smiles down with that charming grin of his. He quickly places a kiss on your forehead.

"I just wanted to say it to you," He adds. "You had been with me in the most crucial moments of my life. You bled, wept, and sacrificed with me. Seeing you across that room had only further proved that I'll always want you—need you in my life. Loving you felt right."

He pulls out a box from the pockets of his slacks, opening it delicately. A necklace sits pretty inside it. The gem gleams at you as you gaze at it with surprise. You eye the intricate design of the pendant, carefully and exquisitely encasing the gem within it's design.

"Sebastian—"

"Happy birthday, baby," He cuts you off as you begin to tear up. You lick your lips as he pulls the necklace from its casing. You turn around, casting your hair aside as he puts it on swiftly. He then turns you towards the mirror.

"Dear heavens," He sighs as he gazes deeply into your eyes at the reflection. "You are an envy to one's vanity."

You giggle at his flattery. You quickly turn around to press a loving kiss to his lips. He pulls you close by your waist, encasing you close to his body.

"My everything," He whispers, a fond smile gracing his lips. "I am but a devotee to your love."

"And I, you."

AMIT THAKKAR

Dating Amit was destined

Like the stars that encompass the sky, one was always destined to burn brighter than others

He had been that star

There were a few things that convinced your peers of your fated match

You were into Divination, he was into Astrology

He liked tea and you liked sweets

He loved the galaxy and you liked possibilities which both are endless

You liked exploring and he had a knack for curiosity

The two of you are in harmony to the point that you couldn't imagine spending time without him

Loving him was fated

You somehow knew at the back of your mind that meeting this curious and wandering mind of a Ravenclaw at the Astronomy tower was fated.

You believed in anything and he believed in everything

A perfect match to your soul

And on your special day, who else could make you feel like the universe could just be at the palm of your hands but him?

"There you go!" Amit chuckles as he finally adjusts the party hat on your head.

"Do I really have to wear this?" You cast an incredulous look at him as he peers at you with squinted eyes.

"Yes, it adds to the festive nature," He smiles as he pinches your cheek. "Muggles love to wear that. Don't you look pretty?"

"Haha."

Amit chuckles at your response. You both are currently seated outside of your home, spread out on a picnic blanket—looking out on the stars. A telescope is placed on the side with assortment of food laid out on the fabric.

You grab a grape from its container before popping it in your mouth. "This better be good."

"It is!" Amit retorts as he settles down beside you, shoulder bumping against yours. "Just wait."

"Mhm," You mumble, chewing as you look up at the night sky. There's a pause before you continue. "Wait for what?"

Amit rolls his eyes. "It won't be a surprise if I say it, no?"

"Right, sorry Mr. Thakkar."

"Don't call me that," He furrows his eyebrows as you laugh. "It makes me sound old."

"You are old." You chuckle. He pouts at your response. As an apology, you lean close and peck his lips. "I still love you anyway."

Silence falls between the two of you once again as you gaze out at the clear night sky. The stars twinkle with each passing minute, allowing you to marvel at the beauty of it all.

"Ursa Major," Amit points out with his hand to the sky. You easily follow his gaze, seeing the famous constellation with each dart of your eyes as you trace over the connections.

"Pretty."

"You're prettier," He comes back with a cheesy line. You raise your eyebrow at him which prompts a blush on his cheeks.

"Really?"

"I thought I'd sound cool..."

You giggle at his defeated tone, placing a kiss on his cheek. Amit checks his pocket watch before grasping your shoulder as he pointed once again at the night sky.

"Look," he says. You watch with bated breath, curious at whatever Amit prepared to show you. You gasp as you finally see it. A flash of light smudging against the night sky. A meteor.

"Oh my," You revel in its beauty as it travels across the sky. Amit smiles at you before tapping your shoulder once more.

"Wish before it's gone, beloved." He nods at you before you both close your eyes to wish. There's a moment of silence before you both open your eyes once more.

"That was amazing!" You cheer as you grasp at his hand. There's a fond smile on his face. You cast a gracious look at him. "Thank you for showing me this."

"I wanted to see it with you," He responds. He delicately encases his hands over yours. "There's a saying back in my hometown that wishing upon a shooting star brings forth luck and good fortune."

You wait for him to continue as he pauses.

"There's also a saying that wishing upon a shooting star with someone is an act of ensuring longevity in the relationship," Amit adds, voice shaky as he rubs his thumb against the knuckles of your hand. "I continue to wish a life with you, Y/N. Fate allowed me to meet you and here I am now, the happiest man on Earth."

You stifle a sob, hiding it behind a laugh. He smiles at your teary face as he prevents himself from bursting into tears. He pulls your hand up to kiss the back of it before smiling.

"Happy Birthday, mera pyaar," (my love) Amit casts you a fond look, love bursting with each breath and touch against you. "You are the star that guides me in the sea of the unknown. My compass. My direction. My light. I adore thee as much as the stars litter the galaxy in an endless pursuit of existence."

A tear falls down your eye. "And you are the string tied to my fate. You are heaven's gift to me. I don't know how many times I loved you in my past lives but I know I'll choose you again in another life time and the life times thereafter."

GARRETH WEASLEY

Dating Garreth had been an adventure

a series of twists and turns that allowed you to unveil each layer with new emotions

He was an enigma

A mystery you were willing to uncover

And somehow in the midst of all that, you began to allow yourself to love him

Loving him felt like journey

It was there then it wasn't

A mix of highs and lows, each arc getting more and more deeper than the last

You expect after getting pranked and kicked out of potions by a Weasley would lead you to fall in love with one

Garreth made you feel alive

He's the thrill that thrums deeply in your veins long after he's gone

A high you can't get out of

No potion can ever cure a heart as sick as this

And on your special day, who else can you make you feel the thrill of an adventure but him?

"Tada!" He uncovers your eyes to show you the surprise. You adjust your eyes to revel in the beauty of the place. He had taken you to a quiet and neat little cottage with a majestic view of the sunset. You turn to him in surprise.

"How did you?"

"I pulled a couple of strings from Sebastian who referred this place then got some help from mum who helped out with the decor," Garreth grins as he grasps your hand in his. You smile at the beauty of the scene, the sun reflecting nicely across the meadow.

"Thank you." You tilt your head, eyes forming a look of gratitude before pulling him in a kiss. He melts into your touch, kissing back with subtle passion before he pulls away with a smile.

"I know things have been hard lately," He starts, taking your hand in his as he rubs his thumb against your knuckles. "I admire you for your hardwork and fortitude. You fight through it just as you have always been even if things are getting a bit rougher than the last and it just—" he laughs in between. "I just feel like a teenager falling in love with you all over again."

You lick your lips as you train your eyes at him, waiting for him to continue.

"You once told me I was an adventure. A thrill that makes you feel alive," He says with a love running deep in that green eyes of his. "But you, you have always reminded me of home. A personification of comfort and love. Everytime I look at you, I'm reminded of a past I reminisce with fondness, a present I cherish, and a future I can't wait to have. With you, I can just be me. I can just be Garreth. Just me."

You smile at him, tears collecting at the bottom of your eyes. He tucks a hair over your ear.

"Happy Birthday, darling." He mumbles, pulling you in a hug as he places a kiss on your temple. "Let's have this week as a moment of reprieve from any worries and just be ourselves."

You hug him tighter against you. "I'm here. With you. Just me."

He chuckles against your neck. "Just you and I, baby."

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END NOTE: and that's the end of it teehee. I hope yall enjoyed this !! stay tuned for more of my works. love yall 💗 see u mwa

[louwhose]

Happy belated birthday @mistresslrigtar! I wanted to do something in time for your actual birthday but it's done now! Some OoT Zelink that uhhhh don't think about when it is supposed to take place, but I hope you enjoy it!!

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“Link?” Zelda looked at the seven wrapped parcels in his arms. “What’s this for?”

He froze, staring at her with wide eyes. “I… thought I remembered you saying your birthday was today, back when we were kids. Did I get the day wrong?”

Her mouth fell open. She didn’t expect him to remember it, though she supposed he didn’t have seven years’ worth of memories for it to be buried beneath like she did. “You’re not wrong, but… one present would have been more than enough. I thought you said that Kokiri didn’t celebrate birthdays, so why did you get me seven?”

Link shrugged, and sat down so that he could more easily place them on the ground. Zelda sat next to him. “I thought the way you described it sounded nice. And I think the Kokiri would love birthdays, for the record, if they even knew when any of their birthdays were.”

She crossed her arms and leaned in towards him. “That is true… though I think I’ll have to choose a day to celebrate as your brithday even if we don’t know when exactly it is.”

“The day we met.”

Zelda tilted her head, uncertain she heard him correctly. “Hmm?”

“Let’s celebrate it the day we met,” he said. “I know from the Deku Tree that I was born sometime in spring, anyway. And…” He hesitated for a moment, looking back over to meet her eyes, the light catching his ears so that they looked redder than usual. “Honestly, that feels like the most important day to me. The one where I truly met the world.”

Now it was her turn to feel her face tinged with pink.

She looked down at the presents, and started picking at the twine holding one of them together. “You still never told me why you got me seven presents.”

“Oh!” Link sat up and gave her the goofiest smile. “Because I didn’t get to celebrate your birthday for all those years, either. And I may not be able to make up all the birthdays, but I figure we can at least try to celebrate them all today.”

“You didn’t celebrate ten before that with me, either,” Zelda teased. “Aren’t you going to get me presents for those years, too?”

His eyebrows shot up. “You’re right! I’ll be right back.”

He started to stand up, but she caught his wrist and pulled him back down to sit on the ground next to her. “It was a joke. You’ve already made this the best birthday ever.”

Link frowned. “But I don’t have any cake for you. And you haven’t even opened your presents.”

“Cake would feel extravagant when most people in the kingdom still struggle to find enough bread to eat. Besides—” Zelda leaned in and placed a kiss to his cheek “—I already have the best thing I could ever want.”

[ravenelyx]

I Love You In Every Timeline - Sebastian Sallow

The Repertoire Of Memory is Worn

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Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, Harry Potter characters appearance, no name appearance for the reader

Themes: angst, temporarily unrequited love, pining, some form of transference¹, developing relationship, slow burn, explicit (eventually)

Summary: "He turned around, and the world seemed to stop around him. She had followed him: into another timeline, into another universe." In which Sebastian, in his search for a cure in the Dark Arts, finds himself 100 years into the future and meets his most trusted companion's descendant (who looks far too similar to the girl he was once secretly in love with).

A/N: The last edited chapter before we get to the real new stuff, right after ONE YEAR OF ILYET! Happy brithday to this fic!!

AO3 - Wattpad

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Perhaps Sebastian should have given the Gryffindor Prefects less credit after all. He should take back the bonus sapphires he had reluctantly given to the red gryphon for his "hospitality."

Because at that moment, it felt like anything but.

He remembered the look Hermione had given you when you were about to tell him your secret. Maybe a deep and dark one, the kind of secret that can only be shared through hushed whispers and damp breaths. The kind of secret that you’d only disclose to a trusted person.

Or, well, perhaps that was too far-fetched.

In any case, your tone of voice and the look in your eyes clearly showed that whatever you wished to disclose to him wasn't something you would have told Umbridge — or any other less preposterous teacher. And he wasn’t worthy either, apparently.

Sebastian wasn't looking for validation, nor was he fishing for pity; but maybe he did wish to be seen.

All things considered, no one in his new circle of friends — which looked more like a segment and a dot, given he didn't yet know where he stood with you — knew of his his deep and dark secret: his misadventure, nor of the reason he occasionally tugged at his sleeves when the cardigan itched at his wrists.

Sebastian didn’t know what to make of that burning longing sliding up and down his throat.

He wanted to tell Daphne.

He wanted to tell you.

He wanted to tell everyone.

Hell, he'd have even told Draco Malfoy if it meant that at least someone would acknowledge his standing, no matter how asinine and annoying their comments might be.

"...unless it's absolutely necessary," he recalled, echoing in his mind like an eerie consciousness. But where was it that he could draw the line between necessary and extremely-and-idiotically-self-indulgent?

It had been, reluctantly, two weeks since the Artefact had brought him there. Two weeks in which he hadn't seen Ominis or Anne — not that they wanted him around anyway. Two weeks without hearing her voice. Two weeks since he’d basked in a short wave of comfort that almost bordered friendship with you that day. Two weeks in which you hadn't visited the Undercroft, not even once.

Sebastian was there all the time, much to his dismay. If he sat there long enough, he could almost pretend nothing had really changed. He could almost trick himself into waiting for her to walk in and practise Confringo with him. He could almost hear Ominis and Anne's laughter as the Gobstones splashed him with their juice.

Almost.

Sebastian wanted to ask you to practise some spells with him there. Maybe, just maybe, if you placed your body at a certain angle and shrugged off your Gryffindor robes, he could have seen her.

But your hair was shorter. Just a little.

He had noticed it the day before when you'd turned around to collect your potion ingredients, and it had been eating at him ever since. Stupid, really, because your hair should have been the last, meaningless point on his list of discrepancies between you two.

As demonstrated by your escapade in the Library, it was quite obvious that, aside from some physical features and your last name, you two were like chalk and cheese. He recalled it all with tears prickling the corners of his eyes, because as much as he wished he could mould and fix and shape, he couldn’t. It was a mismatched proposition he was being lured into like a lake of sirens; showing him exactly what he wanted, before the real trick came out.

He wasn’t the guide.

"I can be sneaky, let's go," she had said, naively.

"Hold on, now," he had answered her with a small, knowing smile.

"Is it always this easy to sneak in?" he heard his voice say again.

"The Library is closed at this hour, so no. It's not."

He wasn’t the protector.

"You said the librarian would be gone by now!"

"I said usually!"

"It's five to eight. That means we have twenty minutes, at max, before Madam Pince returns," and he had nodded in understanding.

He was nothing he used to be and everything he loathed the most. Just as he had been that day in the Catacombs.

Sebastian took a loud, deep breath that sounded more like a choked gasp.

Everything felt wrong. Everything was wrong. It felt like the Universe (or that damn Supreme Being that had been toying with him since he arrived in this world) had swapped your places. And the more he looked at you, the less he saw her.

And that scared him, because if one thing was true about Sebastian Sallow, it was that he was a selfish, heedless bastard when it came to matters of the heart, and if the only way to have her back by his side was to love her vicariously through you, he wasn't going to budge.

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